#the most beautiful boy starts playing in the background!! SCREAMING!!

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Young Royals Faves Fest 2024 - favorite moment without dialogue ♥️🧡

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[luvsupa]

BUT YOU’RE A …VAMPIRE?!

terrible summary: fucking the towns hottest college student—a bonus. . . he’s a vampire!

tags: vampire!choso x fem!reader, choso and reader are in college, reader babysits yuji, heavily inspired by tvd 🙂‍↕️, lowkey long before smut scene sorryyy, smut (p in v), face sitting, mating press, blōod play, sqūirting, feral choso, sub!choso (a little), hes insanely fast and strong, errmm idk what else, mdni

w.c: 2.3k

a/n: 1. TY GUYS FOR 1.5K ???? THIS IS INSANEEE, 2. I hope u guys enjoy bc this is my first kinktober so I hope I satisfy y’all 🧟‍♀️

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“this movie’s not even scary,” yuji mutters from under the blankets, trying to hide the tremble in his voice. he begged you to play halloween, the most gruesome movie you’ve ever seen. maybe it wasn’t the best idea for a teenage boy—he’d probably have nightmares—but you just wanted him to stop whining. you giggle as he shrieks when michael myers catches a screaming woman, his eyes glued to the screen despite his words.

suddenly, the movie pauses, and you glance up from your phone, wondering why. “can you do my halloween makeup now? megumi’s coming soon, and we’re going trick-or-treating,” yuji asks, hopeful. you sigh internally, not because of him, but because this isn’t how you planned to spend your halloween. midterms are next week, and you haven’t even started studying!

you nod, grabbing your makeup bag already packed with halloween supplies. yuji sits in the dining room—where the lighting is better—facing the television. he’s jumpy as the movie resumes, flinching at every scare, ruining the makeup more than once. you’re just applying fake blood to his mouth to piece together the vampire look when the front door slams open, the sound deafening. you both scream, your heart pounding as your eyes dart toward the source.

choso.

you nearly drop the makeup brush, fake blood splattering the polished floor. choso’s laughter echoes through the room, and you stare at him in shock, your heart racing from the scare—and the sight of him. you haven’t seen him in nearly a year since he moved abroad for school. you thought your crush on him had faded, but now, seeing him again…he’s even more attractive. more buff. and is he dressed as a vampire? how fitting for the brothers.

choso brings in, a beautiful girl trailing behind him, her expression uneasy. you notice something odd—they’re matching.

“that wasn’t funny, choso,” yuji grumbles, pushing him away when choso messes up his slicked-back hair. but your attention is elsewhere, drawn to choso’s costume. the fangs look too real, and dried blood stains the corners of his lips. your stomach twists with unease.

“hey, choso, your costume is… really cool,” you manage to say, your voice catching as his gaze locks onto yours. his eyes—there’s a tint of red. it feels like he’s staring straight through you, searching for something deeper. and then, you notice the girl again, her pale complexion, her exhausted, haunted look.

and her neck.

multiple bite marks—no, fang marks—line her skin, and you swear you see blood trickling from one of them. who in the hell did their makeup?

“costume? oh no, we’re not—”

“teenage versions of dracula and draculara,” choso cuts in coldly, his gaze never leaving yours. your heart pounds, the tension in the room thickening. you know what dracula looks like and it’s not what he’s wearing.

the movie continues playing in the background as it fades into nothing. choso’s lips twitch as he stares at your neck, his eyes darkening when they land on the pulsing vein just beneath the surface. you feel a lump form in your throat, and yuji shifts awkwardly between you both, oblivious to the growing danger.

without another word, choso snaps out of it, pulling the girl upstairs in a hurry. loud, frantic footsteps echo as the door slams shut behind them. you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

after finishing yuji’s costume, the movie mercifully ends. you take a few photos of yuji with his plastic vampire fangs before megumi and nobara arrive in matching outfits. they thank you, and with a final warning to stay close to the block, you send them off. at last, you’re alone—ready to relax.

but when you return to the dining room, your peace is shattered. the mess from the makeup is worse than you remembered, and you groan. you huff as you start cleaning up, scrubbing the floor and tossing used brushes into the nearby sink. and then, you feel it.

someone’s watching you.

you freeze, a chill running down your spine. slowly, you turn around, your heart racing, and nearly scream again. choso is leaning against the staircase, his dark eyes fixed on you, an unsettling smile tugging at his lips.

“gosh, choso, you scared me,” you exclaim, clutching the counter for support.

“no need to be scared,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous as he walks closer following you into the kitchen. “i was just… admiring the view.”

heat rushes to your cheeks, but there’s a sinister edge to his words that makes you uneasy. still, you mutter a soft “pervert,” hoping to shake off the tension. but choso hears you clearly, his dark chuckle sending shivers down your spine.

you walk to the dirty dishes as you start cleaning up the previous mess, trying to ignore the growing sense of dread as he offers to help, standing too close for comfort. his presence is suffocating, his body radiating cold as he dries each dish you hand him. “so… you got a boyfriend?” he asks bluntly, and your breath catches.

“no… i’ve been busy with school,” you stammer, your heart pounding in your chest. his lips curl into a smirk, and you hear him whisper, “good girl.”

your knees weaken, and you squeeze your thighs together, feeling a surge of warmth between your legs. he knows. he can smell it. your mind spins as you struggle to focus on washing the dishes. when your hand accidentally brushes his, the icy coldness jolts you, your breath hitching.

you glance at him through the window in front of the sink. dread pooling in your stomach. no way…

the fangs. the eyes. the ice cold touch.

he’s a—

“c’monnn, you’re letting the water run too long,” choso interrupts, snapping you back to reality. you quickly apologize, shaking off the thought as you rinse off the next dirty dish. holding a tiny kitchen knife, you stare at your reflection in the window. choso stands impatiently, waiting for you to hurry up. biting your lip, you rinse the knife, but just before you hand it to him, you ‘accidentally’ slice the tip of your finger.

you watch the way his eyes darken, his pupils dilating as veins bulge beneath his skin. his lips part, his fangs elongating as he watches your blood dribble down with the almost animalistic hunger.

panic grips you and instinct kicks in, and you sprint for the front door, tears stinging your eyes, terrified of ending up like the victims in the horror movies. you twist the doorknob, but choso is suddenly in front of you, covering your mouth with his hand as he dragging you back inside, the door slams behind you with a deafening thud.

“shh, baby…I know, ’m not gonna hurt you,” choso whispers, his voice rough as he coaxes you to the couch. you tremble, tears blurring your vision.

“cho… you’re a—a vampire?” you manage to choke out, the words feeling unreal in your mouth. choso nods, his eyes fixed on the blood still oozing from your finger. something inside you shifts, your fear dissolving as something darker takes over.

fuck it.

“you want it, cho’?” you murmur, lifting your finger to his lips, smearing your blood across them. his eyes roll back, his fangs glistening as he lets out a desperate moan, his hunger consuming him.

you lean closer, your voice a seductive whisper, “then take it.”

and oh did you truly mess up. badly.

choso had never tasted anything as sweet and addicting as you—the sweetest he’s ever known since his transformation into a vampire. that’s why he has you sitting on his face, your pussy suffocating him as his icy hands pull you deeper against his mouth. your thighs tremble on either side of his head, fingers gripping the armrest for support. your eyes roll back as his slick tongue plunges deep into your pulsing walls, his nose brushing against your swollen clit.

“ch-cho’. . slow d-down..” you wail, trying to pull away from his inhuman tongue—but he growls. the wet, messy sounds of slurping and groans fill your ears as you’re losing yourself on his tongue. you can’t help it—you start grinding even deeper into his face, chasing that high as he hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. your nails dig into the armrest, knuckles white, as you glance down with glazed eyes—his brows are furrowed, veins pulsing under his skin, soft brown hair that was once tied up now sprawled wildly across the couch.

he’s slurping you up like you’re his last meal, completely lost in the taste of you. it’s like you’ve got him under some kind of spell, and he can’t stop. he pulls you deeper into his face until you’re sure you’ll break. your thighs shake uncontrollably, your stomach tightening as you feel your orgasm slam into you, broken cries spilling from your lips, soaking his tongue in your release.

“mmf— ‘m gonna—”

“not yet,” choso commands, lifting you off his face and tossing you flat on your back with a rough ‘oof’ escaping your lips. your mind is too foggy to register anything as he grabs your ankles, placing them on either side of his shoulders. your cunt spasms uncontrollably, slick dripping down as you whimper, watching him grip the base of his thick cock. his chubby tip parts your swollen folds, sliding up and down your dripping slit, teasing your twitching hole, not giving you what you desperately need. your gaze locks with his, and your heart skips a beat—his eyes fixed on the pulsing vein in your neck, his mouth trembling as his fangs grow longer.

“hahh— I need a t-taste,” he moans, the whites of his eyes turning black as he repeats the same words, over and over, to himself. before you can even respond, he slams into you, balls-deep, a broken sob tearing from your throat he’s stretching you so wide it hurts so good as his thick crown head bullies your sweet spot. your whole body jiggles with each brutal thrust, clenching down hard as his cock stretches you abnormally wide. he’s lost in the feeling, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you swear he’s leaving bruises, all while he keeps mumbling to himself, lost in a frenzy.

he’s completely feral, growling with every thrust, eyes locked on your neck like he’s about to tear into you, his cock stretching you wide as your body shakes from the sheer force of his inhumane thrusts.

“y-yes… cho’, have a t-taste,” you stutter, tilting your head to the side, exposing the throbbing vein he’s been eyeing with hunger. his eyes gleam with feral desire as he leans down, his thick cock still relentlessly jackhammering deep inside you. 

he groans into your neck, inhaling your scent, and your shaking hands pull him closer, legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him in as your eyes roll back. the sharp sting of his fangs sinking deep into your neck pulls a guttural moan from you, his mouth latched onto your skin as he drinks, each slurp sending electric shocks through your body. his thrusts become erratic, vicious, slamming into your poor cervix as he drinks greedily from you.

“s-such a good vampire,” you pant, praising him as he pulls away from your neck, rising up to look at you—and fuck, he’s completely lost in it. his blacked-out eyes, mouth hanging open, dripping with blood, his chin smeared in a mess of fluids. his monstrous look beyond attractive you don’t even think—you grab him by the face and yank him down to your lips, moaning as the metallic tang of your blood touches your tongue. your lips move against his hungrily, tasting the mix of your blood and his spit as he pounds into your sloppy, swollen cunt that grips him so tight it’s driving him crazy. his thrusts become more brutal, more desperate, his cock throbbing as you cling to him, completely helpless under his inhuman strength.

he pulls away from the kiss with a growl, leaving you breathless, licking your lips as the taste of blood lingers. with no warning, choso grabs your thighs and folds you in half—ankles pressed right up against your ears. he fucks you deeper, so deep you swear he’s going to break you, every thrust harder, more punishing than the last as you whimper and sob beneath him.

“fuckkk— pussy’s suckin’ the s-soul outta me,” he groans, forcing your thighs deeper into your chest, bending you in half like you’re nothing. all you can do is take it, your body completely at his mercy, trembling under his brutal, inhuman pace. his cock pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves through your entire body, your mind turning into a haze of desperate moans and babbled pleas.

and then, it hits—your orgasm slams into you, hard and fast, like a wave crashing over you. eyes rolling back as your walls clamp down around him, milking his cock, spasming so hard you’re seeing stars. your legs shake uncontrollably as you feel the hot rush of your release soaking both of you, dripping down your thighs, adding to the messy slick between your bodies. you’re screaming, but it’s incoherent—just broken sobs and moans, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure ripping through you.

choso feels it too, your pussy squeezing him so tight he can barely move, and with a deep growl, he spills inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you to the brim. you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you so full that it starts to leak out, your stomach bulging slightly from how much he’s pumped into you. your whole body trembles, completely spent, as your cunt flutters around him, milking every last drop.

“heyy pretty, c’mon—wake up,” choso coos, giving your swollen, throbbing cunt a hard slap. the impact makes you jolt, and the wet, sticky sound echoes through the living room as your mixed juices splatter everywhere, slick covering your lower stomach and seeping into the couch. broken moans slip past your lips, your eyes fluttering open just in time to see him towering over you, his cock still hard and dripping with cum, more spilling from his tip.

“we’re nowhere near done.” 

[beegomess]

M.R. || SHE’S LIKE ME

Summary: Mattheo seems to have found a version of himself in you. At first, he found it strange, even irritated by the amount of similarities, but then, he felt attracted to you. Warnings: Just a little spicy, nothing more. Requests are open!

This was unusual to happen, or rather, it had never happened before. At least, not so far.

And she was always there, it was nothing new for him to see her in classes, in the corridors or even in his group of friends. Y/N has always been around, and that was the strangest. She definitely wasn't his type, in the physical sense she certainly caught his attention, of course, she was beautiful. But it wasn't the kind of girl he used to have around, after all, Y/N didn't flatter boys to get his attention, she just existed, and that was enough.

The sun that morning seemed to illuminate her face in the most theatrical way ever seen by him. Mattheo could swear that he had never seen her like that. She has always been a classmate, a friend of the house, a constant presence at parties, but never so close to hear what she said to Daphne and Astoria, who laughed on the sofas of the communal.

That afternoon, a decisive game of quidditch was approaching. Mattheo sat on the step before hers in the stands, just observing the few interactions she had with the game. She seemed distant, immersed in thoughts, her hands playing with a lock of hair while her eyes followed the movements in the quidditch field.

The light wind of that afternoon gently caressed Y/N's face, causing some strands of hair to dance gracefully around his face. Mattheo, from her place, could observe every detail, from the way she tilted her head slightly to listen to her friends, to the slight smile that formed on her lips with every funny comment from Daphne and Astoria.

He had never noticed how her laughs were musical, how her eyes shone when she was happy. Mattheo felt something new form inside him, a mixture of curiosity and admiration that he could not control. The noise of the crowd, the sound of the players in the air, everything seemed to dissolve in the background as he continued to observe her, realizing that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to see Y/N in a completely different way.

But then a wave of frustration took over him. He shook his head, trying to ward off those thoughts. After all, Mattheo was the kind of boy who used to ignore the girls after having what he wanted. He could not afford to weaken now, especially by someone like Y/N, who made no effort to gain his attention.

"Don't be an idiot," he murmured to himself, running his hand through his hair in an angry gesture. He tried to convince himself that she was no different, just another normal girl, who would annoy him after anything.

He tried to concentrate on the game, in the screams of the fans around him, but his eyes stubbornly continued to deviate to her. Every smile, every gesture, seemed to pull him back. He scolded himself mentally, remembering the times when other girls had become just passing memories. Why would Y/N be different?

But even with this reprimand, there was a part of him that could not ignore the growing feeling in his chest. A part that wanted to know more, to understand what made her laugh like that, what was going on in her mind when she looked at the horizon with that distant look. And that scared him more than anything else.

The distraction he was looking for came in an unexpected way. A fifth-year boy approached Y/N, sitting next to her with a familiarity that made Mattheo's blood boil. He couldn't hear what they said, but the soft laughs of Y/N and the smiles they exchanged were enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Who the hell is this?" Mattheo thought, trying to convince herself that it didn't matter, that she had every right to talk to whoever she wanted. But every friendly gesture, every look exchanged between them, was like a needle piercing his patience. The boy leaned closer to Y/N, and she smiled, which made Mattheo feel a knot in his stomach.

He looked away, trying to focus on the game again, but it was impossible. The vision of Y/N laughing with another boy chased him, causing a feeling of possessiveness to arise.

- Ridiculous. - He murmured to himself.

Blaise, who was sitting next to Mattheo, noticed his friend's restlessness.

- What is it, Mattheo? It looks like you saw a swallow in broad daylight. - Said Blaise, with an ironic smile.

- It's nothing. - He replied, his voice tense. But Blaise didn't let himself be fooled.

- Oh, I get it. - Blaise followed Mattheo's gaze to Y/N and the boy who was now sitting next to her. - So that's it. Y/N, huh?

- I said it's nothing, Zabini. - Mattheo repeated, but the boy just laughed.

- You're jealous. I never thought I would see the day this would happen. But do you want to know? I think you were only interested in her because she showed no interest in you. - Mattheo looked at Blaise, surprised and angry.

- What are you talking about?

- Come on, Mattheo. You've always had girls running after you. And she's not after your attention, and that drives you crazy. You can't stand not being the center of attention of any girl.

Mattheo opened his mouth to protest, but the words didn't come out. Blaise was right. There was something in the indifference of Y/N that attracted him, something he couldn't fully understand.

- That's ridiculous. - He finally murmured.

- Yes, of course. - Zabini mocks, but Mattheo decided not to answer anymore, after all, there was nothing to be said.

[...]

With the victory of Slytherin, it was clear that there would be a party that night, and that's what Riddle was counting on. He would finally find out if she felt any attraction to him, but hid it very well, or if he was really so desperate about the fact that he didn't have her running after him that he imagined things.

It was evident to him that there was a mutual attraction, but Y/N would never admit or run after him, knowing how he used to be. In her opinion, if it were to run after someone, let it be for someone who could do the same for you.

The party at the Slytherina communal was in full swing. The stone walls echoed with laughter and music, students talked excitedly, and the fireplace cast dancing shadows in the environment. Mattheo was leaning against one of the columns, his eyes wandering around the room as he tried to seem disinterested. He knew Y/N would be there. She was always, but that night, he needed to observe her reactions more carefully.

When Y/N finally came in, the conversation in the room slowed down for a moment. There was an aura of confidence and carelessness around her that highlighted her even more. She smiled as she entered, greeting some friends before heading to the Greengrass.

Mattheo couldn't look away. Every movement of her seemed calculated, every genuine smile. She approached Daphne and Astoria, who immediately pulled her into a conversation circle. Mattheo watched carefully, trying to capture any signal, any look that could indicate his true feelings.

On the other side of the room, Blaise approached his friends, a mischievous smile on his face.

- It looks like we have a new main attraction tonight. - He commented, his eyes shining with fun.

- What are you talking about? - Theo asked, frowning.

Blaise tilted his head in the direction of Mattheo.

- Our dear Riddle here is completely bewitched by Y/N. I never thought I'd see that, but he is.

- Shouldn't you be following Malfoy out there, Zabini? - replied Mattheo, his voice low and full of irritation.

- Relax, Mattheo. - Blaise said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. - I'm just saying that it's interesting to see you so out of your mind for a girl.

- I'm not out of my mind. - Mattheo replied, trying to keep his composure. - And I don't need your comments, Blaise.

Blaise gave a malicious smile and shrugged.

- All right, as you wish. - Zabini now had a slight tone of challenge in his voice.

Mattheo threw a fulminating look at Blaise, but he knew he was right. Y/N's indifference drove him crazy, but there was more than that. There was something about her that he couldn't ignore, something that attracted him in a way that no other girl had done before.

- So, what's your plan, Mattheo? Keep just watching? - Blaise realized his friend's dilemma and tried to provoke a little more.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, a confident smile forming on his lips.

- Oh, no, Zabini. I plan to do more than observe. She will be running after me tomorrow, you'll see. I'm going to attract her to my room, and when that happens, she won't be able to get me out of her head like all the others. - Blaise laughed, shaking her head.

- You really have the courage, Riddle. I want to see how you're going to do that.

- Observe and learn. - Mattheo replied, the confidence in his voice just disguising the anxiety he felt inside, something very unusual.

As the night progressed, Mattheo approached the group where Y/N was. He found her near the bar, serving himself as a drink.

- Enjoying the party? - He asks, making the girl raise her eyes to him.

- It's a good party. - She said, shrugging. - Victory helps, of course.

- No doubt. - Mattheo agreed, taking a sip of his glass. - You look beautiful tonight.

- Thank you. - Your eyes shining with curiosity, a slight smile painting your lips attracting you even more. - You're not usually so observant.

Mattheo smiled, a smile he hoped would be enigmatic.

- Maybe I've started to pay more attention to the things that matter. - Y/N raised an eyebrow, interested.

- And what does it matter to you, Mattheo Riddle? - She was now facing him, too close for just one conversation.

It was even funny for Y/N how easy it was for her to disassemble, even if it was a little, the armor of confidence he showed he had.

- Maybe you. - He replied, his voice low and intense. - Or maybe I'm imagining things...- Mattheo pretends to dig about it, getting closer, to the point of feeling the air coming out of it.

She looked him for a moment in the eyes, evaluating his words.

- Are you trying to confuse me, Riddle?

- Maybe... - Mattheo leaned a little closer. Y/N laughed softly, shaking his head.

- Good luck with that, then.

- I like challenges. - He said, his steady gaze on hers, but soon plummeting to the painted lips. - And I think you are a challenge that is worth it.

She studied him for a moment, before smiling and letting him get closer to finally touch his lips with his. Mattheo felt a wave of triumph. passing his hands around the girl's waist, who in turn curled up between his wavy threads. Her touch was soft and at the same time determined, and he knew that night would be unforgettable.

Somehow, Y/N and Mattheo reached the corridor of the female dormitory, bodies so close that it was possible to feel the heat that radiated from each other. Riddle would not admit it, but he would certainly be addicted to the soft lips and light scratches under his shirt, in addition to the soft skin he squeezed fervently under her clothes.

That corridor now seemed the most appropriate place for them to be, far from prying eyes, far from the expectations of others. There, only the two existed, lost in kisses and touches that spoke more than any word could express.

Until Y/N walked away from him with a smile on his face, forming a confused face in Riddle, but still without taking his hands off her body.

- Good night, Riddle. - She gives one last kiss, faster this time, and gets rid of Mattheo's arms, who stands still in the hallway, just watching the girl move her hips going deeper in the hallway.

- But what... - He murmurs to himself, still confused.

Mattheo stood in the corridor of the women's dormitories, perplexed and somewhat stunned. He could also feel the warmth of Y/N's kiss on his lips, the feeling of his hands on his waist. However, when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was alone. The silence around it was almost deafening after the intensity of the shared moments. He frowned, trying to understand what had happened.

He then decided to return to the party with slow and thoughtful steps, his mind still echoing the intense moments with Y/N. He tried to disguise the confusion and surprise he felt as he mixed again with the excited crowd.

Theodore, an insightful observer, soon noticed the change in Mattheo's countenance. With a malicious smile, he approached, curiosity shining in his eyes.

- So, Riddle. - Theodore started, low voice and full of provocation. - Did you get what you wanted there in the hallway? Blaise told me about your challenge.

Mattheo arched an eyebrow, still trying to process what had happened. He was not used to being left like this, especially not after a moment like that.

- I think she just needed some time alone. - Theodore gave a low and ironic laugh.

- Oh, of course. A time alone...

Mattheo shook his head, a mixture of frustration and curiosity mixing inside him. He knew Theodore was teasing, but there was an uncomfortable truth in those words. Y/N was in fact an enigma, a challenge that he seemed to be willing to face. While the party continued around her, Mattheo found herself lost in thoughts about Y/N, wondering about the next steps and what could have led her to move away so suddenly.

[...]

The next morning, Mattheo woke up with his mind still focused on Y/N and the events of the night before. The biggest annoyance was that he was so obsessed with someone, he didn't need it, did he?

He caught himself in a pathetic scenario: Hoping to find Y/N in the corridors or in the communal room, like the girls who probed him after the nights they spent with him. But when she finally saw her, she treated him as usual: with subtle distance, without prolonged looks, without intimate conversations.

Y/N was immersed in her own activities, as if the meeting in the corridor of the dormitories had never happened. She seemed determined to maintain normality between them, as if she wanted to avoid any indication that something had changed.

Mattheo couldn't help but notice how she seemed to master the art of dodging. It was as if she knew exactly how to keep the intrigue and mystery that attracted her so much. He felt a mixture of frustration and admiration in the face of her ability to close again.

During breakfast at the Great Hall, Mattheo tried to capture Y/N's gaze a few times, but she seemed concentrated in her group of friends, without giving her the opening he was looking for. It was as if she was determined to move on with her normal life, leaving him wondering if what happened between them had been just a fleeting moment, destined to disappear in the continuous flow of the days at Hogwarts.

Riddle knew he would have to find a way to deal with this new dynamic, if that's what Y/N wanted. She had shown that she could be as enigmatic as he was, and he was willing to find out more about this intriguing facet of hers, even if it meant waiting patiently for new opportunities.

Still during breakfast, Daphne sat next to Y/N, immediately noticing the tense and thoughtful atmosphere that seemed to involve her friend.

Daphne laughed softly, shaking her head.

- You know he's been trying to decipher your every move since yesterday, haven't you? - Y/N sighed. - Oh, dear, you're terrible. But admit it, you liked a little of the confusion you caused.

- Maybe... - Y/N couldn't help but smile, recognizing the truth in Daphne's words. She valued her sincere and direct friendship, someone who understood her without needing many words.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Mattheo discreetly observed the interaction between Y/N and Daphne. He noticed Y/N's smile, a spark of fun in her eyes when talking to her friend. Mattheo felt a twinge of curiosity mixed with a slight challenge. It seemed that Y/N would not easily give in to his game of seduction, and he would need a different strategy if he wanted to conquer his enigmatic heart.

- I've never seen you so obsessed, I'm starting to get worried. - Blaise jokes when sitting next to Mattheo, who just rolls his eyes in response. - Have you noticed that they have a lot in common, Theo?

Theodore looks up with a provocative smile, but Riddle just ignores it, going back to eating and, from time to time, looking at her. When then, Y/N left the place alone, his decisive steps echoing in the empty corridor. Mattheo saw the perfect opportunity and followed it quickly, reaching it before it could get too far away.

- Y/N, wait. - Called Mattheo, her voice echoing down the hallway, putting herself in front of her with a careful gesture to make her stop.

- Yes? - She turned to him, his look calm, but loaded with something indefinable. He swallowed it dry, feeling tense in the face of the uncertainty of what she would say.

- I just... I wanted to understand what happened last night. Why did you leave like that?

- It was just a kiss, Riddle. I thought you weren't that type. - Y/N sighed softly, his gaze meeting his in a penetrating way.

- What do you mean by 'of this kind'? - He asks, the curiosity and intensity of his feelings showing in his voice.

Y/N smiled gently, a mischievous glow shining in his eyes.

- The kind that runs after. - She replied softly, her provocative and mysterious tone.

Mattheo felt his heart beat faster. She hypnotized him in a way he had never experienced before.

- What if I say I'm willing to run after it? - He asked, his lower voice, full of determination and something deeper that he still didn't fully understand. Y/N laughed softly, his smile increasing the mystery around him.

- Well, maybe then I'll let you try.

She began to move away, leaving Mattheo with a sense of urgency mixed with an irresistible attraction. He watched as she disappeared down the corridor, when Blaise positioned himself next to him.

- He's like me. - A tone of fascination and frustration carried Mattheo's voice.

- Yes, as I said. - Blaise agrees with a convinced smile as he pushes his friend to the class they would have. ____________________________________

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A/N: Dear readers, I would like to remind you that English is not my native language. I hope you like the imagines. All the ones I bring here are my own creations.

Requests are open, don't forget…

xoxo, bee✨🫶🏼

[writingforatwistedworld]

Maybe can I request with Vil, Ace and Silver in self aware au ?

The reader is stressed after a day of work/school and while playing they just stare at them in silence until they start caressing or touching their faces just to say that "Your pretty face is all that is good in my life" or something like that. Oh, I hope you understand 😣

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, death, poison

Ace Trappola/Vil Schoenheit/Silver-“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”

Ace isn’t exactly known for “pretty boy” esthetics. Heck, he doesn’t even care that much about his appearance and all that he wants is to look decent

But then there is you, Overseer extravagance, the uncrowned ruler of the Queendom, the God of Briar Valley and the Island of Woes, a freaking legend wherever you go

And apparently, you like pretty faces but ok, who does not have a weakness or two

But Ace didn’t exactly count himself as “sparkle face with silky skin” or something along those lines

Then one day, ONE DAY, “I paint a heart on my face every day” guy over here was getting ready to go to his lessons, you having decided that apparently he needed more flying lessons

And even his house warden who was present at the scene would look like he was about to collapse any second after witnessing what was about to happen

Here he was, sitting on his broom, flying in mid-air up in the sky, suppressing screeches of horror

And then you had to drop that one line

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”

Guess what else was dropping? Oh yeah, a first-year heartslabyul student

This simple sentence was too much for his body, making him drop off of his broom

But no need to worry, Vargas got him, levitation magic is a neat thing. Didn’t mean it would levitate his failing grades up into better places though…

If Ace had social media he would now surpass Vil, news travel fast you know?

And if the Overseer, I don’t think you know what kind of influence you have, THE OVERSEER said that someone was pretty then oh boy, you better believe they are!

And whilst we are on the subject of beauty, Vil is going absolutely bananas somewhere in the background, screaming “HOW??!” and other not-so-beautiful things

Ace though? Just pure shock. From that day on he is painting that heart extra carefully

And if someone just slightly smudges the heart? Well, I hope they have someone to help them adjust because they won’t leave the hospital for a long time. They and their crushed spine.

Vil is used to compliments about his apperance. I mean, come on, he has five million followers

So a compliment is usually met with a simple “thank you” and then he moves on with his day

Here we are, a normal day for Vil, sitting in his room, taking off the make-up to get to sleep

And then he feels your presence

Really bad timing. REALLY bad timing!

So whilst he sitts there like he just turned into a stone statue, a very beautiful stone statue, you just go along with your day, assigning students to go to lessons, yada yada

And then your gaze falls on him (aka your home screen). The statue stopped breathing

This is it. Now he has done it. He has shown him to you whilst he was at his most disgraceful

And whilst Vil is already crying in his head you are still staring at him

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!” And then you carass his face

This… this can not be real, right?

There is no way you complimented him whilst he is like this

But alas Vil finally gets that you geniunely mean your compliment

Sadly there was no one to witness it but boy, Vil is happy

Now whenever Vil looks in the mirror he is proud that you think he is beautiful and imagines what he would do to the wretched rats who dare and try to steal your attention from him

Rook even commented the next day that his skin seemed to glow brighter than usual, Vil during all of that not able to stop smiling

Does that mean he will take it easier now? No. After all, he can’t loose his “Oh he pwetty” status

And if he does… well, there are a lot of poisons he can make and don’t forget his special magic…

Silver, good old Silver being himself and accedentaly sleeping the day away

Now saying that the poeple of the Valley of Thorns are a bit too interested in you is a understatement

And who could blame them? You are their God (I blame them. In fact, I blame them a lot)

So here he is, laying on the grass, dreaming of spending a day with you…

And everything is good and dandy and fine and you opened the app

Silver is not a fae so he doesn’t have that sixth sense that tingles whenever you are even glancing at the app but he had been trained to be cautious

And cautious he is, waking up the second he feels your gaze on himself

So you are back. Good to see you! He hopes you have a- why are you touching his face?

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”

The rest of the day Silver is in a daze and only after his father, pardon me, vice house warden Lilia asks him what is wrong Silver finally snaps out of it

“They called me pretty…” “Who called you pretty?” “The Overseer.” “Ah, I see… WAIT WHAT??!”

Yeah, Silver is just happy

He even uses skin care products after that day

But if someone would dare to take away his special status, being called pretty, away from him then good luck

All I can say is that he knows how to use a sword… and he probably knows how to get rid of a body

Just don’t leave him and Vil alone in a room, ok? Otherwise one will be poisoned and the other might be a bit scratched up

“Your pretty face really cheers me up!”

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.14 bffs with the rookies+ Halloween is sacred

Okay so even though Y/n is kinda sorta related to Fernando and is a Brit, there are no descriptions on readers race, characteristics or anything that takes away from Y/n being Y/n, and i'll try and keep the pics as faceless as possible. Love yall. Mwuah 🥰

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October 31st, Halloween, the only day of the year that mattered, screw birthdays and screw anniversaries, Halloween was where it was.

That is exactly why you had forced your friends to change significant aspects of their physical appearance.

"Stop, whining," You scolded Logan as he kept hissing as you pulled at his hair, trying to brush it back into a small ponytail. You had a vision, you see, while on Tumblr with Arthur on your stream a few months ago, you had witnessed the greatest post ever.

Okay maybe not the greatest but it was pretty close.

The post showed all the drivers and the character the most looked like and when you saw Logan being compared to Anakin Skywalker, you knew you had to tell all the barbers he went to blacklist him.

That boy was going to grow his hair, whether he liked it or not, and he didn't like it, but he also didn't have to tie up his hair every day, so really it should have been you complaining.

"You are so lucky to have me," I smacked his head, as he shook his head, making all the hair fall out of my fist, it wasn't long enough to manoeuvre into a ponytail properly but Logan had refused to wear a headband, saying 'it hurt'.

"Bruv, if you keep movin' your damn head, imma smash it in with my knees," You yelled once again, your British accent thickening making him laugh and throw his head back to look up at you.

"Okay, I'll go cut my hair then," He shrugged looking straight at you.

"Noooooo," I whined and got back to working on his hair as he finally let me work on it instead of wriggling around.

We were sitting in his driver's room, he was sitting crisscross on the floor and you sat on his bed, letting your legs rest leaning on his shoulders. There was some random song playing in the background and you were finally able to struggle his beautiful blond waves into a itty-bitty ponytail.

"Fuckin finally, mate," I made him turn around and looked at him, Tada!" I smiled at my masterpiece, he looked amazing, I couldn't help but keep looking at him, how could eyes be so blue?

"Uh- Am I interrupting something?" Alex called out, breaking me out of whatever was happening, I really had to start sleeping more.

"N-no, Do we need to go?" Logan stuttered.

"Yeah..." He said, still looking at both of us with a weird expression on his face.

Logan walked out soon after grabbing a few things around his room.

.xXLogan's P.O.VXx.

"You are horrible, bro," Alex said as soon as I shut the door, "Down bad,"

"Wait, wait, what are you talking about?" I asked him confused, making him laugh.

"You can't be that oblivious, mate," He stopped in front of me, shaking me by the shoulders, "You literally have heart eyes whenever you are with her-" He stated, was he crazy?

"Dude, what the hell are you talking about?" I tried not to be annoyed by what he was saying.

"Also when anyone speaks of her, or when you're looking at her or when you get her texts, which is all the time by the way," He rambled.

I tried to say something back but I got a text from Y/n, "Oh my GOD!" He yelled, laughing, "Do you have a separate ringtone for her?" he asked making my face feel warm.

"I don't like her okay?" I said, trying to change the conversation, beginning to walk again.

"Mate, you grew out your hair for her, you make her tie your hair every day even when you don't need to tie it, the tie's already fallen out!" He screamed yanking a strand of my hair, making me wince, and alerting a mechanic who was walking by.

We sheepishly waved at the man, finally reaching where James' was waiting for us, thankfully ending the conversation once and for all.

.xXY/n's P.O.VXx.

You could hear Alex screaming vaguely in the hallways but you chose to ignore the fellow Brit, right now, you had very little time to get to your next destination- Mclaren, and your next victim, Oscar or as the post had decided- Peter Parker.

Well the post had said Spider-man for both Oscar and Lando, calling out the weird twin-like situation they had going on, but Lando had refused every bribe and blackmail you could manage, stating he and Carlos had already planned something, so made Oscar grow out his hair, yes you were the leader of the men with long hair agenda, so what?

"Oscarrrr, hiii!" You yelled as you jumped next to him as he lounged on his bed, scrolling on his phone, he moved so I could see his for you page as well.

"Oh, he's proper fit, isn't he?" I said, making him cringe.

"Who- MICK SCHUMACHER?" He yelled, making me jump up and try to shut him up, these walls were thin man, way too thin to be yelling like this, "WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND BLONDES-" He continued but I used his pillow to stop him, but it was already too late.

"Ooooh- who do we like?" Lando ran in, this happens every time!

"NO ONE," I would say no one,

"MICK," someone would say whom and then Lando would somehow get the message to them, how did I know?

"Niceee, is this the Gavi situation again?" He teased, wriggling his eyebrows, that was a very awkward, Instagram conversation which made you almost run the Brit over with his own car, hey but atleast you'd gotten new friends over it.

"No, it's not- not another word, Piastri," I smacked him with the pillow.

"Okay, anyways, we gotta leave," Lando spoke, beckoning Oscar to leave.

"Okay, but Oscar you know what you have to do right?" I asked, making sure everything was set for the party on the 31st.

"Yes, y/n," he assured me before leaving with Lando. It was only the Free Practices so I was only on Paddock to skip uni.

I face-timed Arthur, who was currently busy with his F2 work but would be coming to the party as well, I had planned his costume too, making him grow his hair out and make him dress up as Flyn Rider, and he had decided to darken his hair, out of his own volition, totally not me begging, crying and complaining to Lorenzo about it.

It had been an hour since we got on call but I had to leave once I got a message from an unknown number.

You brainstormed for more than half an hour about Halloween costumes with someone you knew for the same amount of time.

You both finally landed on Stu Macher (For the obvious similarities in their names) but you were still unsure about what you would go as. He had suggested Tatum but it seemed too simple of a costume for being the host of the party.

Happy with his choice, you both finally got off chat.

You kept thinking about what you could go as but nothing came to mind, You could go as Rapunzel, or Padme or Gwen or even Tatum, but it just didn't feel right...

You knew the drivers had a break right now, so you texted the one person you always went to for advice.

"tío!! Cómo estás??" (Uncle! How are you?) I spoke into the phone.

"Que hiciste ahora?" (What did you do now?) His voice came through and I could hear him sigh at the end.

"NOTHING!" You defended, quite offended at the insinuation that you always got into trouble. Well you did, but you wouldn't get caught so easily!

"Kiddo, the last time you said that, you lost your licence," He countered, why did he always have to make a point?

"Okay, totally ignoring your valid point, what should I be for Halloween?"

"Esto... es por eso que me llamaste?" (This… is this why you called me?), he asked in disbelief.

"Well, it's my party, oldie, i'm not gonna be boring!" I sighed, if he couldn't help no one could.

"You are crazy, you know? Sorry, Diabla, I have to go, you'll figure it out," he reassured me but as I listened to what he said for maybe the first time in my life.

The party was going to be fucking ace.

The weekend ended sooner than you could imagine and it was finally time for the party, it was a local club it was private but not exclusive and a lot more people showed up than you imagined.

Logan looked amazing as Anakin, you'd also convinced him to braid in extentions to make it more like a cosplay than a costume and man, did it look good.

Arthur looked so much like Flynn Rider you had to do multiple double takes, how that man was still single was beyond you.

Oscar was the perfect Peter Parker, the muscles he'd bulit cause of F1 made the costume look much more belivable.

Lando, Carlos, Charles, Max, George, Alex, Esteban, Lance, Zhou and many others were there too, you'd spoken to them for a few minutes before they paired off with one and other and lost themsleves to the music and alcohol.

You were a little tipsy too, but you were still waiting for Mick.

You were adjusting the horns on your head, when you felt someone tap you, "Hello, Sidney," A rough voice called out making your skin crawl and immediately turn to the source.

“Oh my god! You scared me mate,” you hugged him.

“I’m sorry but it was just so tempting,” he laughed as you passed him a beer.

“Glad you could make it, Mick,” you smiled at the man in front of you, leaning in to hear each other over the loud music, “Nice costume you got there,” you remarked, he was wearing a compression shirt and black pants and had a ghost face mask on.

“Yeah, I know right? Came up with it all by myself,” he smirked making you smack him in the arms.

“Yeah yeah, come on, let’s go meet the others and get the party started!” You yelled pulling him along to meet the rookies.

You waited at the booth for the other three to show up, “Your costume is amazing, by the way,” he complimented, making your face feel warm.

“Thank you, people say I’m the devil so often, thought it’d be fit,” you laughed, twirling to show your She-Devil costume.

“Yeah, I saw the comments, people can be so stupid,” he shared.

“Right? I mean-” you began but were interrupted by Logan and Arthur running up to the two of you with Oscar trailing behind with a plate for of shots.

“WOOH LETS FUCKING GOOO!” You yelled, passing out shots to your little group of five, starting the night off with a bang.

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[svt-rosalie]

. . . ♡ MAMA ! ? 🐚 2023 ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ moments! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2023 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

warnings! mentions of anxiety, mentions of a passed family member, woozi and rosie being the cutest couple korea knows, speeches, sucky writing

MAMA 2023 was the award show to see if you are a Rosalie stan! She was nominated in four categories and stole the night, as she should! Rosalie won in all four categories she was nominated in, including; Worldwide Fan Choice, Best Female Artist, Song Of The Year, and Best Music Video.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE’S BEST MOMENTS !

— rosie is the biggest extrovert and loves talking to the other idols! It causes a big of mayhem for her members but who cares? not rosalie.

— you can see rosalie at some points sneaking over to le sserafim’s seating spot and talking to all of the girls and laughing loudly that you almost hear it in the background

— on the first day when they were late, rosalie kept trying not to laugh at the realization and got caught on the screen and got very embarrassed

— rosalie was dancing to almost every single song preformed especially bouncy by ateez, that’s her ass shaking song come on guys

— she started crying when woozi gave his speech for album of year and had to be consoled by seungcheol. and then cried even harder at wonwoo and seungkwan’s speech wishing only the best for the boys.

— there was multiple times woozi and rosie were caught on screen talking and holding hands during random parts of the award show

— the screams that came afterwards were oscar worthy! yunjin of le sserafim was definitely not one of those screams

— rosalie was able to perform breathe with woozi playing the piano.

— she preformed in a beautiful light blue gown, her sister’s favorite color

— every time rosie won an award the boys were hyping her up so hard and embarrassing her so hard, it was so cute though to see her laugh and playfully scold them

— when rosalie won song of the year, she had jihoon come up as well to give a speech with her

— WOOZI’S SPEECH: “Breathe is a song of comfort. It’s a song that’s suppose to let you know that it’s okay, and that someone cares. This song is for Rosalie, a girl who continues to put on a smile no matter the circumstances! Ever since we met, she never went a day without laughing and trying to make other people feel happy, regardless of how she was feeling. She deserved to know that it was okay to be upset and to need a second to breathe.

I hope people will continue to find comfort in this song and support Rosalie till the end.”

— she definitely didn’t cry when she got home that night remembering his words

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSIE WINS SONG OF THE YEAR!

Rosalie was in her own world at this point, the award show had been going on for what felt like hours which in her case you can’t blame her. It was just one of those days where she would rather be cuddled up to her animals reading a good romance book rather than sit here, waiting for a event to decide if she or her group we’re good enough for the title of “Album of the Year”. But she was grateful, 2022 and 2023 had been a tough year and she was happy she was even nominated for a category.

Always her worst critic.

Though it was finally time for the ‘Song of the Year’ category, one that she had been anticipating for a while . . . more like the whole award show. Rosalie was nervous and couldn’t help but clutch the person’s hand that was nexts to her, Jihoon.

Rosalie lets out a sigh of relief and her worries subside, for the mean time.

Then the (dreaded) words came from the announcers lips “Samsung Galaxy Song of the Year goes to….”

Rosalie didn’t know what she was stressing about. It was as if her brain couldn’t decide which thing to worry about the most; what if I don’t win, what if I do win and so forget my speech, what if I trip going up the stage, what if?

All of that seemed to fade away when the words “Breathe, Rosalie!”

Rosalie’s eyes widen comically and was captured on the big screen for all the other idols and fans to see (which they found adorable) she covered her mouth in surprise and walked up the stage never letting go of Woozi’s hand. This was just as much his award as it was hers. He wrote the song, he produced it, all Rosalie did was sing it.

Rosie made it center stage, right there for all eyes.

“Ahh, I don’t know what to say! I had a speech for incase I won but I didn’t think I would so i forgot it.” Rosie said pouting. Anyone could tell she was nervous, you didn’t need to be close to her to notice the shakiness in her hands as one held the golden MAMA award and the other holding onto Woozi like a lifeline.

Rosie took a deep breath in and out before continuing, “I never expected to get an award like this and I am so so thankful to CARATs and to everyone who stood by me and supported me and this song. This song is everything to me and I’m so glad it’s getting recognized for what it’s worth.”

Woozi stepped a bit closer to Rosie at this point and held her hand a bit tighter.

“There is one person I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart. . . my little sister who wished for this day with me. We would watch the award shows together when I had first debuted and she dreamed I would win an award like this for her one day.” Rosie looked up trying to avoid letting the tears roll down, and took another deep breath in . . . and out.

“She would say ‘Unnie! Please win a big award so I can brag to all my friends that I have the most popular older sister in the world!’ and at that time, I didn’t think it would be a reality. But here I am!”

The crowd screamed for her as she held up the award, Woozi letting out a chuckle beside her as she did.

“My little Sarang, My forever Valentine — I did it! Aren’t you proud of your most popular awesome sister?” She asked rhetorically looking up the roof of the building. Breathe, in . . . and out. “I’ll be sure to remember this day forever and make more music people can find comfort in it as I did. Thank you!”

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[minnielvrr]

Flustered

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Felix thought it was unfair. Everyone had gotten a turn with the stupid headband. But everyone else was just teased about some silly thing they’d done in the past or in Binnie’s and Hannie’s case, they’d gotten tickle teased until the two were so red they’d had to hide their faces in their hands. It had all been pretty easygoing. So why was it that he noticed the others wearing matching smirks as his turn approached?

Why had they chosen to tell him about all the teasing they’d done when they’d gone camping, bringing up the ‘Your Eyes’ MV, Seungmin and Jeongin even going as far as to play the videos right up in his face. His tongue poked at his cheek in mild annoyance, when he heard Chan’s high pitched giggles in the background followed by an elated cry of, “Oh that’s evil,” and the maknaes wicked cackles as they watched, delighted, at how much the cat ears moved.

Even Hyunjin, that traitor, suddenly jabbed his side, tasering Felix’s waist on both sides and watching their sunshine squirm on his seat in a vain attempt to escape. He knew Felix’s waist was his Achilles heel. Changbin had held his face close as he told Felix exactly what everyone would do to him when he lost, all the ways they’d tickle him, until Lix felt like his face was about the explode from all the blood rushing to his head.

Felix vaguely heard even the staff laughing at his plight and when the timer finally finished counting down his minute, it was obvious he’d lost. “That’s not fair!” He whined out as happy whoops calling for his ‘punishment’ echoed through the spacious room. He didn’t even get to take the headband off, cat ears fluttering to match his racing heartbeat before he was tackled to the floor by a very excited Channie.

“Please go easy on me,” he begged as Chan grinned from his spot on Lix’s thighs and handed the younger’s wrists over to a thrilled puppy who moved to sit on the sacrificial arms, successfully stretching out the poor chick and leaving Minnie’s arms free to wreck the older to bits. Felix giggled nervously, as the others all took their assigned spots around him and Minho called for it to start.

It was bearable at first, with only Channie spidering at his waist as everyone else just rubbed their respective spots as if to soothe their little lee. “Aww look at his ears moving! He likes this.” Hyunjin called out from his seat beside them. That didn’t last long, though, as first Minho, then Changbin and Seungmin started their torture and soon Felix had his head thrown back into Minnie’s lap as he cackled, twisting side to side as Seungmin clawed at his armpits, Channie drilling into his poor sensitive sides and Minho and Changbin squeezing the life out of his thighs.

“Please, nonONO. FUHUHUCK CHANNIE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEASE,” he begged, unable to fully make out his sentence with how much he was laughing. “Look at how much his ears are moving,” Channie giggled out, his cute high pitched sounds smothered by the screaming boy beneath him. Understanding what he meant, however, the leader changed spots, moving to gently massage Lixie’s tummy in a way that somehow still tickled oh so bad. Everyone loved how the ears started moving even more when the tickles toned down, Lino and Binnie having also resorted to scribbling and spidering Lix’s knees. Felix snorted, face scrunched up to form the most beautiful smile, tears tinging the edges of his eyelashes.

After a little longer, everyone stopped to give their ball of happiness a break and Felix blinked away the tears, sweat beading his forehead as he gasped for breath. The sight had Seungmin laughing, pushing the damp hair from Lix’s forehead. When he noticed the Jeongin, Hannie and Jinnie sitting down near his torso, Felix’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Wa-wait, you guys aren’t done? Please nohoho I can’t take anymore~,” he whined even as he subconsciously moved to wiggle his torso, stretching his arms out just a little more. Hyunjin and Innie exchanging amused smiles when they noticed.

“Just for a little while Lix. We’ll be gentle, do you think you can stay still for us until then?” Hyunjin’s soft voice coaxed him and Felix nodded shyly, well aware that everyone knew how much he was enjoying this. “Who wants to see which spots are bad for him and what teases work best?” Seungmin proposed, and a chorus of agreeing voices sealed Lixie’s fate. There wasn’t any order planned as Jeongin, eagerly took a seat on Lix’s hips and smiled his sweet foxy smile at his hyung. The chick giggled in anticipation, shifting around nervously when Innie hovered his hands over his ribs.

Jeongin raked his nails over Lixie’s ribs, loving the way the sensitive boy’s torso jerked away with a snort, squeaky laughter and now more insistent fluttering from the cat ear band that was sitting slightly askew on the blonde’s head. All thoughts of being good and staying still flew out of Lixie’s head the moment Innie’s fingers touched his skin, the only thoughts left being, ’It tickles, it tickles so bad!’. Innie continued that for 30 seconds before moving to let Han have his turn.

Lixie’s deep laughs had spurred on one of Hannie’s rare ler moods. Cracking his knuckles as he sat down on Lix’s thighs, Han leveled a smug look at Felix who immediately shook his head, knowing what was coming. “Hannie, nohoho please, be nice,” he pleaded, giving him the best puppy eyes he could manage, only to be met with an apologetic shaking of Hannie’s head. “Nope, I rarely get to wreck you, so prepare yourself Lix.” He didn’t waste any more time, knuckling deep into Felix’s hip bone. Lix almost died. Loud, boisterous laughter filled the room and Felix fought against Seungmin’s grip on his hands as he kicked and screamed with laughter. "Oh, is this too much? I thought you could handle it with how eager you were earlier."

“Ahahahaha HAHAHANIHIHIE PLEHEASE!” The rest of his words were swallowed by his joyful laughs. "So giggly, aren't you? I guess we'll just have to keep going until you get all those giggles out, hm?” Han was relentless with both the teasing and the tickles as he reached one hands behind him and kneaded Lixie’s hypersensitive thighs, one hand still digging is such an unbearably ticklish manner into Felix’s hip bone. And that was all it took for the boy to go crazy, kicking and thrashing around so hard as he howled with laughter.

Somehow, in a sudden burst of strength Felix managed to rip his hands free from a startled puppy, hands shooting down to tug at Hannie’s fingers on his hips. Han went on for a couple more seconds before letting go and watching Felix yanked Hannie’s hands away from his tingly body. “Plehehehease no mohohore,” he begged, having absolutely so stamina after Han wrecked him. Channie pulled him up, hugging him close and Felix jumped up, locking his legs around Chan’s waist and cuddling him. He leaned into Lino’s touch when the older gently removed the headband and massaged his head. Binnie, Hyunie and Hannie whispering praises at how well he’d done and how proud they were of him while vocalracha started attacking Chan who was now left open thanks to Lix. It was safe to say that their interview ended with plenty of laughs and giggles that day.

[desultory-novice]

What were Adeleine and Noir’s parents like

Sorry to hold onto this ask for so long! I've had trouble shaking this weird self-conscious streak that's made it tricky to share my non-art but today seemed like the right day for it.

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So, I feel like there are two types of parents in OC land: bad abusive parents the OC has to get away from and good parents who die tragically early in the OC's life.

Neichel Fontaine, songstress of the New World, and Rim de la Ride, peregrine Prince of Ripple Star, are definitely the later.

Though, thinking about their personalities, they were probably not like, fairy-tale perfect parents! ^^; Neichel came from a rough background on Shiver Star to start, and due to her career as an agent of government propaganda, had a lot of her empathy stomped on and ground up in order to survive under strict regulations... Till she met Rim, who taught her there was soooo much more to the world–to the galaxy–than just humanity in their darkest days. This didn't lead to Neichel rejecting humanity though! She learned to see the beauty of what her own species had to offer through him.

Rim, meanwhile, is positively filled to the brim with heart (and attuned strongly to Heart Matter, as all fairies are) and almost can't help himself from caring for literally everyone! However, he's perpetually clumsy (like his sister, the Queen of Ripple Star) and a hu~ge cloud cuckoo lander. Fairies are almost identical to humans externally, but they're without a doubt an alien species and there was a lot he did not know about humans (especially raising two little ones >w>) in his job masquerading as a lab technician.

Rim and Neichel were probably the kind of first-time parents who would slip into a minor panic attempting to do some VERY basic baby-rearing task, and (after a bunch of frightening machine noises) finally emerge from the dust and fire with a single (!) bottle of baby formula, smiling at each other with that wonderful new parent glow~ before one thinks to ask, "...Wait. Which one of us has Noir?" "...Oh. I thought you...?" and, screaming, run back inside the smoking kitchen because they realized they left him in the chaos omg!!

...It's a bit of a miracle little Noir survived childhood, honestly! They got much better at the parenting thing by the time Adeleine was born. Not to mention that Noir was -instantly- won over by his adorable baby sister, so his constant questions to them on how he could best take care of little Adeleine helped train his parents to be a little less ditzy and more on the ball about child-rearing as well!

TF when you are born into the role of being the sibling-parent XD

Neichel was the most actively protective of the children, having all the reason in the world (rightly so...) to think that they were pretty constantly in danger: from the New World government, from the agents of Lab Discovera, from the seedy underbelly of Shiver Star...

She never forgot the haunting words of the scientists that day toward her children and kept a close eye on Noir especially (who even the lab had consigned to leave solely in her care from very early on) which in turn lead Noir to becoming a bit of a mama's boy. Her death devastated him in the kind of way that there simply is no words for... The fact that Noir grew up in a world where his mother was considered a traitor and a pariah and he had to play along with the popular opinion of "Neichel" for their safety hurt him a lot...

Neichel sang to both children, frequently, and gave them lots of motherly affection. Noir's habit of letting Adeleine sleep on his lap while he brushes her hair is his mimicking something she used to do for the two of them...

He took his interest in the stars from his father though! While Noir was a mama's boy, Adeleine was absolutely papa's little girl~

(Coincidentally - or anime genetics - each sibling resemble the parent they were closest with: Noir has his mother's warmer skin tone and thicker, faintly brownish hair while Adeleine has her father's straight dark hair and paler complexion. They both have their father's distinct violet eyes, a hint to their heritage as Ripple Star royalty.)

Apologies Adeleine is on the autism spectrum (the reason why she was soo gullible to Noir's kinda painfully obvious lies; why she took his words about "forgetting their past" overly literally; how she could live for years focused on her art without realizing that she wasn't getting any -older- during that time...) so her father's alien-spaciness had a strong appeal for her! He adored her too because they had that shared "Isn't humanity weird and fun?!" (autism + alien = handshake) and she absolutely ate up all his stories about fairies and magic and other planets! She especially loved his stories of what it was like on the fairy home world of Ripple Star and she dreamed of seeing it and all the other fairies one day!

As such, Adeleine is basically having the time of her life in the present, getting to see fun planets similar to the ones her father spoke of and even winding up with a fairy as a best friend!

Clumsy and spacey as Rim was, as much of a total devoted malewife (1) as he was (even with his perpetual clumsiness, he was simply better suited to certain household chores) as mild and polite to everyone as he was, Rim was a strong papa bear figure too!

As much as it hurt to have to make the worst call a parent can make to their children, that being the one he made as he lay dying (Neichel was killed first... Arguably, Rim's fairy constitution kept him alive a little longer) his last act was to call Noir and warn him what was coming, giving the young Noir enough time to trash his father's research, shut down the house, and make it appear like the kids had ran while hiding himself and Adeleine till the first wave of danger was over.

(It was enough time to hide, but enough for Noir to properly grieve? ...Alas, no.)

As mentioned above, present-day Adeleine no longer remembers her parents that well thanks to Noir's insistence, as well as the shock-inducing trauma of their death, and the scary things that followed. Noir does recall them (though he doesn't remember the more...magical aspects of their family) but he doesn't like to talk or think about them.

Even with odd quirks like him spending his first few years growing up in a highly controlled lab environment (which he didn't seem to mind?! Making friends with his fellow the lab animals) Noir and Adeleine did have a happy childhood with them. Which is what makes the way everything came crashing down all the more traumatic....

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(1) Rim and Neichel were very much in love btw. Neichel's life was quite dark when she met Rim, and he gave her, well, everything she simply could not see in the world. He restored her faith in all of it and kept her grounded, despite his fairy wings fufu~ For Rim, it was love at first sight, and the more Neichel bloomed around him, the more he found himself unable to draw away, despite the fact that he was in the Earth system for a valuable mission. (O-Oops...!)

[ylidelle]

Ominis Gaunt Head Canons

These are my personal head canons for my fancy blonde mole-specked heathen. 💚

Background

Birthday: July 25, 1875

Blood status: Pure-blood

Hair colour: Dark blonde

Eye colour: Light blue

Family members: One of the seven children of the House of Gaunt — four girls and three boys; Ominis is the second youngest (it’s normal in the Victorian era to have a large family); his family are pure-blood supremacists

Patronus: A large serpent

Animagus: Large cow reticulated python (because of his beauty marks all over his face and body)

Height: 5’10 to 6’

Body type: Lithe and toned

Favourite snack: Chocolate Frogs

Favourite drink: Earl grey tea

Future Career: Healer

What you’ll smell from Amortentia when you like him: Violet flowers, tea, chocolate

Personality

Cold at first and has difficulty trusting people

His fondness for cats reveals this soft side

Introvert — not actually shy, but is always reserved; likes being alone most of the time; loves the silence

Emphatic to people he’s close to

Has “mother hen” tendencies — always concerned with the well-being of people close to him and is very protective

Scolds you whenever you get into trouble but still tolerates you — says you’re insufferable but loves you anyway

Always calm and collected unless his friends get into trouble; he always gets exasperated whenever that happens

A true-blue gentleman

When you’re close to him, he’s very mischievous — jokes around, pranks you, teases you, etc.

Witty, sarcastic, snarky, and mildly arrogant — will banter and have verbal sparring with you when you’re already close to him

He is very kind and soft-spoken when not in his “mischievous mood” or when he hasn’t discovered the trouble you got yourself into yet

Despite being good-looking, people tend to avoid him due to his Gaunt lineage and family background; people think he’s into the Dark Arts when it’s the other way around (we already know that he despises the Dark Arts in-game)

Enjoys fashion despite not being able to see. He likes to dress up like a fine gentleman and keeps himself always prim and proper

Always the most well-groomed person

Talents and Hobbies

His hobby is sleeping anywhere (already seen in-game) — during free times on the floors and benches, and even during classes, causing him to get less than stellar grades sometimes, but when he does pay attention, he’s pretty intelligent

He can play the piano by ear. He uses his wand to detect the keys, but his muscle memory already knows where they are and can play without it (90% of piano players can play with their eyes closed)

Loves reading — uses his wand to read the books; enchants the books so he can hear the words in his head like an audio book if there aren’t any braille versions

Friendship with Sebastian

He still considers Sebastian his oldest friend, but they aren’t as close as they were before the events in the catacombs with the relic and Solomon dying because of Sebastian’s recklessness

They are civil and only hangs out with Sebastian if MC is with them

Very snarky with Sebastian and is always quiet when with him; only speaks when he needs to when he’s with Sebastian

Doesn’t talk about what happened in their fifth year because it’s still a sore topic for him and he doesn’t want to get into a fight with Sebastian; only gets resolved when MC helps them out and talk it out with the both of them

What’s he like when crushing on you

Gets shy and awkward when he starts to realise he likes you more than a friend

Similar to a stray cat that’s wary but wants to be loved so badly and yet doesn't understand how to get there

He acts nonchalant, but deep down, he is screaming when you are being affectionate either friendly or romantically

Likes your friendly hugs, arms hooked around each other, and any skinship you offer when in private as friends (usually in the Undercroft); doesn’t like PDAs even during friendship

Sends you letters through owls just to check up on you and asks about how your day or weekend had been if he hasn’t seen you for a day or more

He will vehemently deny having any feelings for you, often becoming flustered or defensive when the topic is brought up

Resorts to teasing or mocking you as a way to hide his true feelings, which can come across as mean-spirited or sarcastic, then feels guilty about it internally and suddenly tries to make up for it by being extra kind (like offering to hold things for you, do something for you, etc.)

May become jealous when he sees you with someone else but will deny it and pretend not to care

Displays protective instincts, looking out for you without admitting it, such as helping you out discreetly or defending you from others

Acts aloof and disinterested when interacting with you, maintaining a tough exterior to conceal his affection

Tries to come up with excuses to spend more time with you (even when you’re in a different House)

Is very generous with time and gifts even as a friend; will always buy you your favourite snack, pay for your meal at the Three Broomsticks from time to time, and give you gifts on your birthday

How he lets you know he likes you and how he confesses to you

He will give you subtle hints first like endearing compliments, passing comments, subtle flirtatious jokes, surprise gifts, and subtle invitations to “friendly dates” during your normal conversation (e.g. “Of course, anything for my favorite person,” “And love you for it,” “Great job on passing your NEWTs. Here’s a Chocolate Frog as a reward,” “We worked hard taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement. Don’t you think we deserve some Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks? My treat.”)

He will confess face-to-face at a private place and when you’re both comfortable, like when tending to your plants or taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement, having a friendly date at the secluded park at the back of Ceridwen's Cauldrons in Hogsmeade, strolling around the Black Lake, etc.

He blushes like mad when he confesses and tells you that he has developed feelings for you for so long and wouldn’t want to graduate without telling you about it

He is straightforward when speaking to you about his feelings, holds your hand when telling you he loves you romantically for the first time, then hugs you tightly when you reciprocate, nuzzling his face in your shoulder

What’s he like in the relationship

Always thinks of new places and activities to take you on a date every week

If he’s generous as a best friend/crush, he’s even more of a giver when you’re together

Doesn’t let an argument last for more than a day; always wants to talk it out and resolve the issue

Doesn’t easily get jealous, but tends to get anxious when another guy gets your attention

Very loyal — doesn’t engage in another girl’s advances because he doesn’t want to cheat on you even when inebriated

Loves holding hands, playing with your fingers and palm, as well as caressing and kissing them

He’s always sleepy and always has nap dates with you in the Room of Requirement; he’s always cuddled up with you, his head buried in your neck or chest

He doesn’t let anyone see his hair getting messy unless it’s you and he loves it when you play with his hair or massage his scalp

He doesn’t like public display of affection but loves skinship and loves to feel your warmth against him when you two are alone; he’s touchy-feely when in private

Although he doesn’t like PDA, due his love for skinship, he would still hold your hand every now and then, and there will be lingering touches on your arm or he would sometimes play with the ends of your hair (if your hair is long)

He would play the piano for you whilst you spend time alone with him in the Room of Requirement

He will help you with homework, assist you in your errands, and go with you when you roam around the Scottish Highlands

Very communicative, transparent, empathetic and considerate

Treats you as his bestest friend and confidant as much as you are his lover

What’s he like in the bedroom

He is reserved and a little shy, but usually only the first few times since he’s a virgin before your relationship

Cuddling is one of his favourite forms of skinship, so this is almost always how it all starts for the both of you in the bedroom

He basically turns into a giant cuddle bug with zero personal space

Likes to be the big spoon

He likes to intertwine your legs and his arms around you — feeling your soft skin, playing with your hair, kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck until it goes to every inch of your skin

He likes to be affectionate when behind closed doors, but needs an emotional and strong connection first

Listens to your requests, follows them, and always checks in with you to make sure you are enjoying what he is doing

Also makes sure that you are happy with what you do — be it taking the lead or following his guidance

He always lets you finish first and considers your pleasure before his

Usually is very gentle, but when you ask for it, he can be rough with you; he can also be very rough when you kept on teasing him and denying him any pleasure at first

Aftercare has him cleaning you before himself and making sure you're well taken care of before cuddling with you again; he likes to talk for hours after your session, talking about feelings, about the experience, what you both would like to do better next time and would like to try out, and so on until you both fall asleep

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Heartstopper season 2 play-by-play analysis

HAPPY ONE MONTH OF SEASON 2 OF HEARTSTOPPER!!! *CONFETTI*

So I’m gonna go into this, just like I did for Young Royals season 2, a scene-by-scene, episode-by-episode breakdown of Heartstopper season 2, because I needed to immediately rewatch it. I’m only on my fourth rewatch, but that’s only because I’ve been writing a lot, also because my third rewatch involved rewatching season 1 also (for, I’m pretty sure that I’m not exaggerating, the twenty-eight time).

It was such a delight. I said it was perfect, but obviously it’s not perfect, nothing is, and I’ll go into it bit by bit, buuuuuut… it was incredible. It hit the right spot. Whilst season 1 was pure serotonin, and it makes me smile even after the gajillionth wazillionth batrillionth rewatch, season 2 did the same but also delved into some heavier, more mature stuff, and handled it very beautifully. Despite the obvious chemistry between all the actors, you can tell that they all know each other better, they all feel more comfortable with each other, they have grown into their characters and now fully embody them flawlessly. The new characters, or characters that were more in the background before and that now get a bit or a lot more screen time, were also excellent, the scenes that are a frame-by-frame recreation of the comic are delightful and heart-wrenching and perfect, but so are most of the new scenes that we didn’t get from the comic, that give us a beautiful insight into the stories that Alice Oseman does not get a chance to share in the comic, but that are very much a part of the Osemanverse.

All I can say is that, the last scene made me scream “I NEED SEASON 3 NOWWWWW!”

Any way, now that’s all out of my system, let’s get on with the second viewing of season 2, and my thoughts on it. Warning, this might just turn out to be me gushing and squealing with delight and not much else.

EPISODE 1 - OUT

- Let’s just pause here and look at Charlie. Just… how fucking beautiful is Joe Locke when he sleeps?? How dare he? (He also looks so cuddly, like Nick says.)

- What is 7:14??? Who sets their alarm at anything other than a :00, or a :05, or a :15, etc etc???

- HE HAS A FUCKING ORANGE LEAF ON HIS BEDSIDE TABLE!

- Them being disgustingly cute over text. Also it wasn’t until Nick said a bit later that he came out to his mum ‘yesterday’ that I realized ‘oh… they were at the beach yesterday…’ But before that, it felt like more time would have gone by, but they’re still settling into their couple life…

- Untouched bowl of cereal…

- “Job”? That just reminded me of Evak…

- I love that we got more Tori this season, more Tori interacting with other people, and that scene…

- We get a very similar montage of Charlie walking excitedly into school, checking his texts, but last season started with him excitedly heading to meet Ben, and now…

- The shift between the boy that used to meet him in secret rooms and wipe his mouth after kissing him and tell him “don’t tell anyone”, to a boy that is just looking for privacy to tell him that he came out to his mum and then kissed him enthusiastically, letting him mess up his hair and all… we love to see it.

- Listen, props to the intimacy coordinator Daniel Thackeray… the chemistry has always been off the charts, buuuut this season was so beautiful, the way that they are clearly more comfortable with each other and they just look so in tune with each other. Ever since I’ve known that such a thing as an intimacy coordinator exists, I feel like I can really tell when there’s one involved in the production and when there isn’t… or maybe you can tell when actors are really comfortable with each other and have done the intimacy coordinating between them themselves or not, but there is a difference. And one of the biggest differences, at least for me, is that I don’t feel uncomfortable watching two people kiss or simulate sex, because I keep thinking “these are actors making out or simulating sex with each other,” but at times that thought is cringey and other times it really isn’t. Sometimes I need to look away, and other times, like now, it’s just perfect.

- I need Charlie to mess up Nick’s hair like that more often. Seriously, that whole making out montage… they’re so adorable.

- I know that not that much time has passed, but when the comic is over and Alice shows us future Charlie and Nick on their fortieth wedding anniversary, I bet there will still be fireworks between them.

- A bit sad that Charlie hears voices in the distance and it snaps him back to reality, that someone might see them. This obviously changes next episode.

- I love Isaac smacking Tao when he’s beginning to imply that Nick is not amazing. And Tao being protective, we love it.

- Tao running away from Elle scared after almost screwing up the chance to be a gentleman.

- Ben saying “here comes Captain Dipstick”… he’s so fucking jealous… and Imogen being all confused before she turned and saw Nick and had no idea that’s who Ben meant, and instead she got all excited.

- I love how the character of Imogen gets expanded. Her being worried that she can’t be friends with Nick if he thinks she still has a crush on him… aw baby… It seems like the thing that he said earlier, about him not being sure that he’s his authentic self with their group of friends, she’s internalizing that. She sees Nick as a person who is worthwhile to keep as a friend, because he was honest with her, and because he was careful with her feelings. She’s a delightful little pumpkin, and I loooove her new look. I think the lighter streaks in her hair suited her, but she looks much better like this.

- “And if you have any romantic developments, I want to hear all about it”, she so hopes that if she’s right about Nick and Charlie, that he’ll trust her enough to tell her, because then they’re really friends.

- Aaaaah the lovely baritone of Stephen Fry…

- I don’t know who’s more upset about being paired with the other, Nick or Ben. Probably Nick, who could smash Ben’s face in with a single punch, but cannot…

- New favorite character unlocked: Mr. Farouk. The actor exceeded my expectations.

- Mr Farouk says no chatting, but Ben is so desperate for attention, that he just talks to Nick in a normal voice. “I didn’t even do anything to you.” You assaulted Charlie, which is basically an assault on everything that is good and right in Nick’s world, and basically an assault on Nick’s very soul. So yeah, actually, you did something to him.

- Seriously, Sebastian Croft does such a good job at playing an arrogant asshole that you almost forget how adorable he is in real life.

- Harry being like “you’re still in a mood with us”, once again reminding us that it’s only been a few days since they fought and he got suspended.

- If Charlie hadn’t rejoined the rugby team, he wouldn’t have seen how much Nick is still so apprehensive with his friends.

- It’s only been a few days and Tao is still processing the butterflies he felt with Elle… the funniest thing is that he’s the last person to realize that he’s got feeling for Elle.

- Nick getting all excited and blushy about a chocolate bar…

- “That’s why kissing at school is not a good idea”. Yes, and maybe check if the locker room is actually empty before saying that sentence so loudly…

- “If we’re out by the time we’re on the Paris trip…” ugh, he so wants to come out, but he just doesn’t know how hard it can be… he thinks once you’re out it’s fine, but Charlie knows… that it’s just a part of it, and more stuff might come later… that when you come out, you’re coming out over and over again constantly… especially for someone like Nick, whom people have always assumed to be straight and claim that he “doesn’t look gay”…

- “No more kissing at school, it’s too risky”. I swear to god I thought we’d get a jump scare from someone who overheard…

- “I treasure my alone time”. Same, Tori, same. Put this on a t-shirt for me, please.

- Tori is so happy that Charlie is happy, she's so happy that Nick makes him happy, that Nick is the way he is, and she's probably very smug about how right she was.

- I love that we get baker Nick. Now I need a full scene of him baking, and watching GBBO, and especially having a flour fight with Charlie like we do in the comic...

- Darcy and Tara are doing the “would you still love me if I were a worm” meme, which canonically was a Nick and Charlie thing, but it’s definitely such a Tara and Darcy thing too.

- I want every single Charlie jumper…

- Isaac looking at all the coupley couples, and the not-yet-coupley couples, and feeling left out… Same, Isaac, same.

- Precious Imogen, being all excited about the sleepover. I bet none of her “friends” have sleepovers, I bet they all think it’s lame.

- “I’m gonna tell her today”. The girls probably know that Imogen will be cool, but Tao and Isaac exchanging worried looks really got me… are they worried about Nick, or are they worried about the implications for both Nick and Chalie?

- Charlie’s face as Nick kind of stumbles over his words, he’s so patient. He knows how difficult™ it is...

- Every single Elle outfit this season was off the charts… Her earrings in this scene, I need them…

- Speaking of outfits, and in general of color schemes, everything is so yellow in the whole sleepover sequence. Generally a lot of things in Charlie's house are yellow and green (and a bit of orange too). And even most outfits in these scenes are yellow and green. Charlie is wearing green, Elle is wearing yellow, Tara's flowery dress is mostly yellow (IMO), Darcy's in red but it has hints of orange and yellow, and Tao is in this pinkish striped shirt and tan pants, so very in the color scheme... everyone is wearing yellow and green in some way... except Nick, Imogen and Isaac. Blue as a symbol has been very representative throughout the show of heterosexuality, (toxic) masculinity, heteronormativity in a way (it seems to me, at least), and although the shade of blue is very light, here Imogen is in full light blue, whilst Nick is wearing a blue shirt, interestingly over a green t-shirt. There's a lot of green in this season (green is the color of hope and optimism, which I think comes into play a lot, whilst also being the resulting combination of blue and yellow). The other character not in the yellow green scheme is Isaac, who wears grey (because SPOILER ALERT, grey is an important color in the ace flag, and we later get confirmation that Isaac is in the ace spectrum) ...

- “You need to tell her”. The girls are trying to tell you that it’s going to be fine, Nick. Imogen will not be weird about it.

- Poor Nick trying to bond with Tao… and Tao being Tao…

- Imogen really is an ally… an imperfect one at that… “Omg, I should have let you say it”.

- Also her face. I love her. And her hugging him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to react.” She’s so happy that he wanted to tell her, that he was honest with her again. She’s adorable.

- Imogen and Isaac sharing the couch, love them…

- Elle is so certain that her flirting didn’t work, and not the fact that she’s so overwhelmingly lovely that Tao doesn’t know what to do with himself…

- “Every time.” “Every time.” Every time that they have a sleep over, Isaac begins and finishes a book just as they leave? Isaac, do you sleep?

- Nick feeling more confident now that all their friends, including Imogen, know and are cool, and going back to kiss Charlie. And Charlie not being worried about it either.

- “I can’t believe people think you’re straight”, meanwhile Imogen looks a bit uncomfortable because until sports-day she also thought that Nick was straight.

- Julio Spring saying hanky-panky repeatedly exceeded my expectations.

- Tori’s eyes filling with tears as she asks Charlie if he’s not worried about being bullied again.

- Does Nick know how fucking protective and precious Charlie is about him???? Aarrrrghhhh‼‼

THIS EPISODE OF HEARTSTOPPER IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY SEROTONIN™.

On to the next!!!

[rose-of-oz]

I heard you'd like some asks? What about 7, 19, 23, 40, 51, 63, 79 and 90 from your Spotify Wrapped for the OC association thingy? Giving you lots of numbers to think about, hope that's what you're looking for. Get well soon <3

Evie, I know I say this pretty regularly, but I absolutely love you, thank you so much for this!! <3

So, number seven on my Spotify Wrapped is "You Should Probably Leave" by Chris Stapleton, and I definitely associate this with Wyatt Friedman and his relationship with Kelly Severide during their hookup phase! The repressed longing in the lyrics, the wanting to push the other person away a bit so you don't catch feelings but also wanting them to stay with you... it all just screams this phase of Wyatt and Severide's relationship to me!

Number nineteen is "Wendy" by Maisie Peters, and to me this song is definitely one of my new Ted Lasso babies, Day Harvington! For most of her romantic relationships before falling in love with Roy and Keeley, Day has been content to just stay in the background and let her partner be the main character in their story, even when it meant she just wound up getting hurt. After her most recent breakup before her story starts and she and her two friends move to Richmond, though, she makes a promise to herself that she is never going to play a background character in her love story again, if she ever manages to fall in love again, and I think this song is a really good showcase of that.

Number twenty-three is "Somebody To Love" by Queen, and you just know I have to give this to my Good Omens girl Luci Evans! Not only is Queen's music a big part of Good Omens and therefore part of Luci's story, but she's a pretty big fan of the band herself, and "Somebody To Love" is definitely one of her favorite songs from them.

Number forty is "First Burn" by Ari Afsar, and while this one was a little bit harder to figure out, I think I'll have to give this one to Ivy Kekoa, seeing as she's my resident show tunes girl! I can definitely see her singing this with some of the other Glee girls when she first finds out Sam has sort-of kind-of cheated on her by kissing Quinn, because even though they're not married and this isn't even on the scale of Alexander Hamilton's cheating she is just that dramatic. She would definitely sound amazing singing it, though!

Number fifty-one is "Cell Block Tango" from the musical Chicago, and honestly I'm going to have to give this one to my boy Will Welton, purely because I think it would be funny if he convinced Rebecca and Keeley to join him in a performance of this number to try and help Rebecca get over her feelings about Rupert.

Number sixty-three is "ocean eyes" by Billie Eilish, and I definitely associate this with Ivana Morozova and her reluctance to fall in love with Dick Grayson! Dick really does have those beautiful blue eyes, and as much as Ivana would like to resist them and resist falling for him (for many reasons, not the least of which being that the whole reason she came to Gotham was that she was sent there to kill his brother), she always winds up staring deeply into those ocean eyes and getting herself even further in!

Number seventy-nine is "Born This Way" by the Glee Cast, and maybe this is cheating, but I'm gonna go ahead and say my girl Bailey Taylor for this one! This would definitely be one of her favorite performances with the New Directions, and it's also a song she resonates with, having struggled with her sexuality and self-worth before. So on top of being a fun song to sing, it's really helped her and made her feel good about herself!

And finally, number ninety is another Queen song, "Another One Bites the Dust," and I figured we'd stick to the Good Omens OCs theme and go with Zazzadon! I can totally picture this being her intro song the first time she struts up to Earth to help out Aziraphale and Crowley, and it would definitely be playing during the fight in Aziraphale's bookshop in season two while she tries to keep Muriel safe and kick the asses of the lesser demons who are part of the raiding party!

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 spotify wrapped playlist, and the oc/ship it reminds me of!!

[myloveforhergoeson]

That's All She Wrote - Chapter 2

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Show: Big Time Rush

Pairing: James Diamond x Original Female Character

High School Never Ends (1.2)

Unpacking was by far the worst part of moving. 

After all of Roxanne’s bags had been dropped at the door of her apartment by the moving company Kelly had hired three days ago, there had never been a chance for her to sit down and unpack them. She was only going through them to get any supplies that she had needed the last few days while they proved to the CEO, Arthur Griffin, that the boy band was back. Some time on Day Two the rest of her belongings that were too much to put on the plane had arrived and were also collecting dust by the door. It had been a long three days, but now everyone had a fresh start on Day Four. No one had to be at work until 9 am in order to give their boss, Gustavo Rocque, an adequate amount of time to rest after the stressful start to the week. 

Roxy never wanted to be an early riser, but the combination of working late shifts at the radio station in order to finalize any administrative work or wedge in any old pop songs she found online before the show started always resulted in her being awake at the most absurd hours. With a call time of 2 o’clock in the morning and high school starting not long after at 7:30 am, no wonder she was hardwired to naturally wake up just a bit too early. 

When she had awakened this morning, she tossed and turned in an attempt to fall asleep again but just couldn’t bring herself to. It was a new experience to be living completely on her own and she wasn’t sure she liked it quite yet. 

So, she did what any responsible 16 year old would do: put on a tape of her own, designed to get her woken up and get to unpacking. Picking up the heavy bags of clothing by the door, she could already sense it was going to be a long morning. The music wasn't playing too loud from her bedroom, but it was loud enough for Roxy not to hear the banging on the wall connecting to the neighboring apartment 2-J. 

The first step was laying out her clothes. She separated them by color and style, placing them neatly on her bed before digging through some of the boxes for her hangers, absentmindedly singing along to “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” as she went. The first box she rifled through on her hanger quest held kitchen supplies which she placed in the small kitchenette of 2-H accordingly. Examining its contents, Roxy had found her tea kettle. 

“Tea sounds great…” she mumbled to herself.

Under the soft light of the kitchenette, the silver kettle glittered as she filled it at the sink. She would have to remember it was on and catch it before it let out its scream - a good early morning challenge. Once she was done, she moved on to the next container. Box Two was full of her favorite novels and some of her old songbooks. It was easy to get distracted while unpacking and finding her old entertainment sent her down memory lane as she recalled the crummy songs she had written when she was younger. 

Thankfully, there was a small built-in bookshelf on the wall by her bed. Box Two was one of the bigger ones, and she had a little bit of trouble carrying it from the door to her room but succeeded nonetheless. Reaching into the cardboard flaps, she pulled out one of her old books from her band days before quickly putting it back inside. She had gotten off track -what had she been looking for again? Hangers. 

As she walked back into the main room, she heard someone speaking by the front door - loud enough to be heard over the tape. Walking over to the door, Roxy tried to catch as much of the conversation as she could. 

“No, James, you knock. You’re the one complaining about your beauty rest. You didn’t need to drag us out here at 5 am.” 

It was hard to tell who was speaking due to the background noise, so she moved over to her player and switched it off. Making her way to the door, she flung it open just before James had been able to knock. 

In front of her apartment stood Big Time Rush, clad in their pajamas with very grumpy looks on their faces. 

“Hello, boys, to what do I owe this pleasure?” 

“Turn. The music. Off,” James did his best to demand, but his tired pausings between each word didn’t come off as intimidating as he had hoped. 

“I did, I did, sorry for waking you up. Want to come in for some tea? I’ve got a kettle on.”

None of them said anything, they just walked past her and made a beeline to her couch, disappointed to find it was littered with smaller boxes and bags that hadn’t been able to fit by the door. 

Carlos looked quite annoyed, but he moved a couple of boxes to the floor, opening them up and examining the contents. 

“Is everything you own red?”

He held up a big stack of crimson hangers. 

“Of course,” the girl replied as she took the items from him. “Red is the best and most beautiful color in the world, plus it’s super lucky. Thanks for your help, I was looking for those,” she moved to place them in the bedroom before a thought crossed her mind. With a smile, she whirled back around to face the boys as she leaned in the doorway to her room. “Does anyone else want to help me unpack so you can relax sooner?”

The other three boys groaned as they each took a box of their own as the next complaint came from James.

“Did you have to bring all of Minnesota?” 

Roxy snorted, pointing a finger to the opposite wall her apartment shared with the bands’, “I walked into the bathroom in 2-J the other day and the entire counter space was taken up by your hair and skin products. I don’t even want to imagine what your closet looks like.”

“It is very organized, unlike this place, for your information.” 

Opening her mouth to respond, Logan jumped in to stop them from bickering any longer. 

“I’m going to go grab some dishes, eggs, and bread from next door so we can have some breakfast. James, would you like to join me?”

Logan was her savior as he dragged the yawning boy out of 2-H. Roxy decided to take the kettle off the burner until they came back. 

With a huff, she turned to the other two boys who were dutifully unpacking boxes and putting items away where they guessed they might belong. 

“Can you help me carry the boxes into my bedroom? Then we can all sit on the couch and eat.”

With a few quick nods, the three each grabbed a box and entered the door to her bedroom. Based on the disastrous state of the rest of the apartment, the boys were shocked to see the tidiness of her room. The only mess to be found was the piles of clothing on her red duvet. Posters of her favorite bands and celebrities covered the tan walls along with a collage of photos and postcards of different Minnesota landscapes. Her guitar was propped up on a stand by the closet next to a small wicker basket of stuffed animals. 

“I’ve never been in a girl’s room before…” Carlos explained, eyes wandering to each and every corner to see what he could learn about his new friend. “I can’t believe you have that terrible Boyquake poster that Gustavo has! Taylor Swift… and you like Green Day? That’s awesome, I like them too. The Jonas Brothers… They’re our rivals now, you know! And… Dak Zevon!” He turned to Kendall with pride. “It looks like our writer is the perfect fit since she loves boy bands so much.” 

Roxy was appreciative of his praise. “Thank you, I’ve got to tape another picture of Nick over Joe’s face since he broke up with Taylor a couple of weeks ago. And the Boyquake poster was 25 cents at the thrift store, how could I not walk out with it?” 

After they set their boxes down, Kendall popped over to her dresser to examine her trinkets and make-up organizers. Sticking out of the side of the large mirror he could see many pieces of paper and various ticket stubs for different concerts. One of the notes she had left herself, “Get the boys to Rocque Records by 9. Bring old songbooks to show Gustavo '' was presumably about today. Another, “Make more tapes for friends”  and “Be kind! Rewind!” was a message matching one of the posters above her music player. However, the thing he was most interested in was a grouping of shoeboxes filled to the brim with old cassette tapes. 

Picking a few of the tapes up, he saw most of them were titled as songs for different kinds of events or moods and most titles were in different handwriting - few of which he recognized as Roxanne’s. 

“Which one are you playing now? ‘For Annoying Your Neighbors’? because it worked.“ He examined a few more. “You should just burn these onto CDs, it would make transporting them much easier. Tapes are so outdated, where did you even get these? ” 

“I was doing inventory at the radio station and I found these boxes in the back of storage. Our system was entirely digital and no one wanted them, so I took them because I knew my dad had a tape player somewhere in the garage - blanks included so I can record any song and make my own,” the girl explained. “And no, I was not. My wake-up mix was on before I was interrupted by you sleepyheads.”

The opening of the front door signaled the arrival of James and Logan with breakfast supplies. 

She continued, gesturing to the tape box, “If you want to put one on, be my guest, just make sure to rewind the one you take out.” 

Kendall continued to dig through looking at the various titles in order to find his favorite. He cracked a smile as he popped one out, reading the bright red handwritten name aloud. 

“‘For My Songwriter.’ Looks like Roxy’s boyfriend made her a special mixtape!” 

At the mention of a potential boyfriend, James and Logan ran into the room at superhuman speed. 

Tunnel visioned by her friend's comment, Roxy quickly walked over to where the blond was standing to take the cassette away from him, but he held it above his head, waving it around with a smirk on his face. A hockey player’s athletic prowess allowed Kendall to dart past her and take her wake-up mix out to pop the tape in his hand into her cassette player. 

“You didn’t mention…” James began.

“...that there was a boyfriend,” Logan finished from beside the taller boy. 

Before the writer had a chance to explain, a man’s voice filled the room. Roxy froze, knowing exactly what was to come. Something she hadn’t listened to in quite a while, something she had never expected to hear again. 

“Hi, Rox, it’s Mag. I can’t thank you enough for all of your hard work you’ve been pouring into our band these past few months. So, I thought I’d make us all a CD - well, in your case, a cassette tape - that we can listen to to remember all of our favorite songs whenever we need some inspiration. This is yours, I’ll make a copy for myself and one for Dani to have, and that way we can all stay connected no matter where we are! Thanks for all the hits you’ve written us! Here’s the first song - my favorite song, please enjoy.”

“Hey There Delilah” by The Plain White T’s began to blast out of the speakers, visibly scaring Carlos at the sheer volume. 

Mag never really understood how tape recording worked.

Roxy bowed her head at the thought, and made her way to the player, popping ‘For My Songwriter’ out. 

“You didn’t rewind my wake-up songs, jerk,” she grumbled as she lightly shoved Kendall to the side and reached for the tape on the table. “Also, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Her friends stood around the room, speechless. It seems that in all of their Hollywood adventures the four realized they didn’t actually know Roxy as well as they thought. Snooping in her things was a massive invasion of privacy - even if she had invited Kendall to play a tape, she did try and stop him from playing that particular one. They watched as the girl stuck the backside of a pencil in one of the holes of the cassette and wound it counter-clockwise, doing the same for the other one before gently tossing them back into the shoebox. When she was done, she turned to her friends with a smile on her face.

“Do you guys like your eggs scrambled or fried?” 

***

Logan and Roxy stood at her small sink, washing and drying the dishes while the rest of the boys headed out to enjoy the pool before work. 

“Breakfast was really good.Thanks a lot, Roxy.” 

“No problem. Would you thank Mrs. Knight for letting us borrow her dishes?” 

“Sure…” 

The conversation trailed off. 

By now, it was about 8:00 am and the boys had been kind enough to help her continue to unpack after the tape incident, so she just had to survive the next hour without any questions. Next to her, Logan continued. 

“About earlier, the cassette. I’m really sorry we invaded your privacy like that,it seemed really personal.” 

“It’s fine. I hadn’t heard that one in a while anyway.”

“We all miss our friends and families, except for Kendall of course. But he has extra support from Katie, too.”

 “Ah, they aren’t really my friends anymore.”

Song-stealing losers.

She nearly stated her thought aloud but caught herself before it slipped out. It wasn’t Logan’s fault his friend had snooped around her room. Hell, she even invited him to play a tape, and it was probably a good sign that the band liked her enough to tease her in the first place. 

Roxy continued, “But yeah, I get it. There’s nothing to be sorry for! If I was going to share something personal, it would be with you guys. Since I haven’t cracked Camille or the Jennifers yet, as of now you four are my best friends.” 

The brunette’s expression softened for a moment, “Still, it’s for you to share, not for us to find out. But you can always rely on me, at the very least.” 

“Thanks, Logan.”

With the end of their talk came the end of the dishes. Roxy made a mental note to hit the closest thrift store after work and get four more sets of dishware so she wouldn’t have to steal Mrs. Knight’s anymore. With everything of hers in 2-H’s cabinets, she walked back to her room.

“Hey, do you mind taking those dishes back? I’m gonna change for the pool and meet you in the hall.” Roxy didn’t wait for an answer before she closed the door to her room. 

Taking a look around, nothing was out of place except for the two tapes she had left by her player. Walking over, she picked them up and tossed them into the shoebox on her dresser. Next time the boys were over she’d tuck it away, but for now, she left it out for easy access. 

Opening up one of the dresser drawers, she focused on the day ahead. There was only an hour until they all needed to be at work, so the writer decided against swimming. Picking out a pair of shorts and a simple black crop top, she quickly dressed, did her make-up and put on a pair of flip-flops as she left the room. The girl made sure to grab her small backpack and shoved her keys and songwriting supplies inside, planning on coming back for her guitar later. 

Heading out the door, she bumped into Logan, who had just finished getting ready himself. 

“Carlos just texted me,” he informed his friend, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “They’ve got James asleep on a lounge chair and they put it in the middle of the pool.” 

Roxy wasn’t very well versed in pranking, but entered the elevator excited to see whatever they had in store for James. 

The doors to the elevator opened and Logan grabbed her hand and ran out to the pool. Before her, she could see the long-haired boy, curled up hugging a towel in his swim trunks with his lounge chair strategically placed on the step into the pool. Kendall and Carlos hovered above him, waving the pair over. 

“It’s time,” Kendall stated, looking over to his friend. 

“Woah!” Carlos yelled, but that didn’t seem to be enough to wake the sleeping boy. “Free hair gel!” 

Like a bolt of lightning, James shot up and scrambled to the side of the chair in order to be first in line for the fake product. Instead of hitting the deck of the pool as expected, he was shocked as he fell into the water shouting something about the gel. Splashing around a little bit, he finally reached the surface and saw the four doubled over with laughter at the scene that had unfolded moments ago. 

“Real funny, now where’s the free hair gel?” The boy in the pool complained as he climbed out. Exiting, he shook his head to get the water out of his hair, pelting Roxy in the face. 

“Gustavo was right, you really are a dog.” She complained at him, before reaching into her bag to grab a towel. 

Setting her belongings on a nearby lounge chair, she dried off. When she looked back over to the boys she saw Kelly Wainwright had appeared, asking them to dry off and get dressed. So much for their hour at the pool. 

Approaching, she heard Kendall begin to speak. 

“Kelly! What does the great Gustavo Rocque have in store for us today?”

Next to him, Logan chimed in, “Harmonies?”

“Breaking down some new dance moves?” Carlos added on.

“A big Hollywood party to get us some red carpet exposure?” 

Their assistant rolled her eyes at James’ final and most ridiculous answer. Clearly, they hadn’t been listening to the last team Big Time Rush meeting as today was the day they began studying at the School of Rocque. 

The previous night, Roxanne made a quick trip to the office supply store in the shopping center down the block. On the company’s dollar, she made sure she had all the supplies she needed from journals to binders, and her favorite red pens in order to make sure she stayed on top of her studies while in Los Angeles. Not that she particularly liked school, but if she wanted to continue staying in L.A. after high school she needed a good education background in order to get all the scholarships she would need to afford a school in town like UCLA or USC. Maybe if she were lucky enough she could swing tuition from Rocque Records, but she didn’t want to rely on anyone but herself for now. 

On her trip, she had also picked out color-coded supplies for the guys, but by the scream they gave as Kelly explained they would be attending classes today, she assumed they hadn’t gotten the bags she had left outside their door. Hopefully, Mrs. Knight had done something with them.

Looking over to the songwriter, Kelly very clearly rolled her eyes and began to walk towards the lobby, teens in tow. Carlos was the first one to protest. 

“School? You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

He was starting to get on the sweet woman’s nerves. “Carlos! For the 11th time - I’m not kidding. You all thought you were gonna get one month off from school?”

Everyone except for Roxy nodded, so Kelly continued, “According to the actors, singers, and performers association, kids under 18 in the entertainment industry must attend four hours of school a day.” 

“Beats the seven hours it would’ve been back home, huh?” Roxy added, doing her best to help the talent scout in persuading her friends to attend willingly. 

Before anyone could answer, a school bell rang in the hotel lobby and a horde of children emerged from behind Kelly, knocking her to the side. Each carried a backpack and were heading towards one of the meeting rooms of the hotel. From the crowd, a friendly redhead emerged, explaining to the five they were attending school in the Palm Woods. Behind Tyler, the Jennifers walked by - arms linked.

“Oh, Roxanne, we wish you could come with us,” Blonde Jennifer stated as the other two nodded in agreement. 

“Me too girls, we’ll have to catch up after class lets out.” 

The three walked away, catching the boy’s eyes as they did, giving them a shred of hope that school wouldn’t be so bad after all. Big Time Rush followed in order to scope out what their first day of class would be like. 

“Hey, Kelly?” The songwriter asked the agent. “Maybe you should tell them that they aren’t attending Palm Woods school.”

***

The entire ride to Rocque Records was filled with complaints and objections to not attending school at the Palm Woods. Though it was distracting, Roxanne did her best to ignore them as she texted Camille about an acting job she was skipping class to try out for. 

R: I don’t think you really fit the mean girl role

C: sure i do! i’ve been practicing on logan all week~ 

R: He’s not going to understand you like him if you’re mean to him!

C: of course he will, he’s the smart one right?

R: Yea, but even smart guys are pretty dumb when it comes to girls :p

C: lolll, i’m going in now so i’ll talk to you later!

R: Good luck!!! 

Roxanne briefly peeked over at Logan. Camille had confided in the girl about her crush a day ago when they had hung out together in the park and since then, neither one of them could tell if the studious boy had any feelings for her as well. In all fairness, they had only been in L.A. for four days. 

Of all the members of her boy band, she only knew about James’ dating history, but it would be hard to believe none of them had dated in the past. Though hockey wasn’t as popular as some of the other sports in school, there must have been tons of female fans if the rest of the team looked anything like her friends. 

Arriving at the studio caused her to break her thoughts and she scrambled to grab her small backpack and guitar. Exiting the limo, the five made their way up to their classroom where they were soon to be greeted by their new classroom and overeager “principal” according to Kelly. 

Considering the fact the room was the size of a supply closet, it was no wonder only four desks were able to fit. Roxy chose first, making her way to the front left desk and placing her items down around her. She brought her notebook and songbook out - just in case inspiration struck - and as she reached for her pencil case, James sat down next to her.

“Can I borrow a pencil?” He whispered to her while the other boys took their seats. 

“Did you even check the bags I left for you?” The girl responded loudly as she looked around to see the other band members with the supplies she had given them. “I even color-coded them for you, all your stuff was purple, Kendall’s were black, Logan’s green, and Carlos’ were blue.” 

His response was plain: “Oh, that’s what those were.” 

“You are going to be the death of me.” She sighed, ripping out a few pages of her notebook and handing him one of her many red pens. “Next time I leave you something outside your door, take it.” 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” the long-haired boy shot her a wink. “And don’t worry, we won’t be here much longer.”  

Before Roxy could ask any questions, Principal Rocque walked in. He was clad in his typical ‘90s tracksuit attire and holding a pointer in his hands.

“Welcome to the School of Rocque.” Gustavo sounded very proud. 

Next to her, James blurted out, “I don’t like this school!” causing the girl to hit him with her elbow.

“Quiet! You love it!” The large man shouted back. “Because by studying here, you won’t miss out on rehearsal time and recording sessions.” 

Thankfully, that didn’t pertain to Roxy. It sounded like she would have more time than ever to write songs, pleasing her. 

Their boss continued but the girl chose not to listen. Instead, she opened up her songbook to the first blank page and began absentmindedly drawing music staffs to cover the spread. Admittedly she didn’t have any ideas for a melody yet, but one would definitely come to her if Gustavo was going to stand up front and teach them all day long. When she looked up again, a nerdy man stood in front of the group laughing with Kelly and Gustavo. Introducing himself as Mr. Smitty, she thought he looked kind of familiar but wasn’t able to place where she had seen him before.

Mr. Smitty took the pointing stick from Gustavo as their boss walked out of the room with his talent scout in tow. The five teens exchanged glances as he awkwardly made his way to the chalkboard. Looking back down at her songbook, she tried to come up with even a few notes that would go well together.

“First up, we have probabilities.”

No sweat, Roxanne had covered probabilities in class at the beginning of the semester. Just as she started to get back to writing, their teacher continued.

“As in the probability that this band will fail before its first single is ever released!” Using the pointing stick, he smacked the songbook in front of the girl off the desk she shared with James. 

This caused her to jump and do her best to grab onto the desk, but it resulted in her backpack being knocked off as well - contents flying. It was rare that the girl was ever truly mad, but after his rude display of anger and the mocking of the single that she had written she stood up. 

“What kind of teacher are you?” she yelled as she made her way around James to the front of the classroom to collect her belongings. “You’re supposed to inspire your students, not make them feel like a load of crap. Don’t trash something we worked extremely hard on just because you're stuck here teaching us.” 

She was able to get most of her things back onto the desk before he responded.

“My, my, getting in trouble on the first day of school are we, missy? Talking back to the teacher is extremely disrespectful.” Once again, she ignored her teacher and made her way back around to her seat, seeing the shocked look on her friend’s faces. “Besides, why stand up for boys who are just taking advantage of your songwriting talent for their own gain?” 

Uncomfortable silence filled the classroom before Roxy scoffed at the small man in front of her. That was a path she had already been down, and this band was certainly far from taking advantage of her. 

“It’s even more disrespectful to think so poorly of my friends, Mr. Smitty.”

Without another word, she pushed past James and walked out of the classroom. There wasn’t really a purpose to what she was doing and she had certainly never fought with one of her teachers before, but everything about him rubbed her the wrong way. Taking a lap around the floor their schoolroom was on, eventually she ended up in a lounge area allowing her to rest her feet and calm her beating heart. 

The black, white, and red tones of the walls of Rocque Records allowed her to let her eyes wander over the room and evaluate a space with a black tile she could sit in front of so passersby couldn’t see her through the window pane. Settling in, she pulled her knees up to her chest. What had come over her? 

“Roxy?”  

From the hall, she heard Logan’s voice. Debating whether or not she wanted to see him right now he called out once again.

“I’m in here., she whispered, and in an instant, he was in the room. 

Her friend stood there for a moment, seeing the girl on the ground unsure of what to do. 

“I, uh, told Smitty that I was taking a bathroom break,” Logan said, sitting down next to her. 

“You really don’t have to worry about me, things just got heated so I ran off.” 

“Sure I do. Gotta make sure our assistant is in tip-top shape right? Besides, I can do probabilities in my sleep ” 

He laughed at his comment and looked over to his friend. 

“I hate his stupid guts, and his stupid plaid shirt, and his stupid suspenders,” the assistant rambled, bringing her hands to her face and breathing out a loud sigh. “And for the record, I know you guys don’t use me, it was just so upsetting to hear him say.” 

She could feel the boy relax and he set his hand on her shoulder. “I’m glad that’s a conversation we don’t need to have. I don’t think any of us could even begin to describe how much we appreciate and, quite frankly, need you on our team.”

Patting his hand, the girl stood up. “I’m no good to you if I can only give you one song.” 

“Considering it was already better than the one Gustavo wanted to give us, I’m hopeful about your songwriting future.”

Extending her grasp, she helped him up as she internalized his comment. “I think I’m ready to face Mr. Smitty again. How about you?” 

With a nod, the pair slowly walked through the halls back to their closet of a classroom. 

One of her favorite things about Rocque Records was the posters of past bands signed lining the walkway to the studio, and each time she felt like she noticed something new among the many faces they passed. This time, a poster for a band called Puddle of Boy caught her eye, causing her to examine the group she had never heard of before. Among the four members, one stood out, one who looked an awful lot like the mean teacher waiting back in the classroom. 

Wordlessly, she caught Logan’s arm and pointed to Mr. Smitty in a very ugly yellow raincoat, splashing around in the rain and looking about 20 years younger than he currently was. 

The boy’s eyes lit up. 

Roxy could smell plan. 

The two raced back to the classroom and opened the door to find Mr. Smitty in the middle of his math lesson. The teacher didn’t even bat an eye as they walked in and returned to their spots. While they were gone, it appeared that Kendall, James, and Carlos had all switched seats, leaving Roxy next to her rescuer from the morning. There was a simple equation on the board, and the girl did her best to solve it as her deskmate proudly proclaimed the answer was 9. 

Mr. Smitty approached Logan, leaning in close enough to make Roxy turn completely around in order to feel more comfortable. Slimy man. In the back of the classroom, she noticed Kendall conversing with the other two as their instructor began to rant. 

“You know, I used to be in a boy band once.” He looked very troubled as he brought it up, as if he longed for fame once more. 

From the front of the room, the studious boy spoke up, “No way… I thought it was you but I wasn’t sure. You were in Puddle of Boy, weren’t you!” 

Catching onto his plan to distract the teacher, the assistant turned around and followed his lead, “You’re kidding! We play your songs all the time in Minnesota! I just adore your band.” 

“Do you now?” Mr. Smitty questioned. “Oh, we thought we had it made. Hot songs, flying business class, drinking milk from the carton.”

The older man groaned and the teens exchanged worried glances. If he had gone off on Roxanne earlier, what was he going to do now? 

“Let me tell you guys, that that milk goes sour pretty fast,” he continued.

James spoke up, trying to end the teacher’s rant.“I never thought I’d say this, but can we get back to math?”

He hadn’t caught on to the group’s plan just yet, but everyone nodded in agreement waiting for the teacher to stop talking about his failed pop star career. Once again, the girl allowed herself to lose her thoughts in her songbook. She did her best to ignore their jealous teacher as he yelled about dreams being crushed and a thought popped into her head. 

New style, different person, changing, transforming, if he had adjusted his look, he’d probably have made it when he was younger. Puddle of Boy is a terrible band name.

Writing most of these phrases and words down in the ideas section of the page, she stared at them until the letters started to scramble. Roxy knew she had something, she just needed to make sense of her notes in order to figure out the right subject for the song. Gustavo would likely need to be consulted. 

The song title was on the tip of her tongue and the harder she concentrated, the closer she could feel it. 

“Pay attention to the board!” 

Screams from her teacher snapped her back to class as he squirted her aggressively in the face with a spray bottle. Logan had to hold her back as she reached for her own water bottle and unscrewed the lid with full intention to pour it all over the angry little man. When she turned to Logan, vengeance ablaze in her eyes, he had to stifle his laughter as her makeup ran down her face. 

“Let me splash him! I was seconds away from my new song title and now he’s completely derailed my train of thought!” she whispered. “Where did he even get that spray bottle?” 

His hand still covered the opening of the water bottle, “Yeah, but do you really want to cause trouble with Gustavo?”

“I would do literally anything to get out of this class right now.” 

Mr. Smitty turned around and hit their desk again as he pointed to the rest of the band. 

“Hey, all of you, no talking. All eyes on the board.” He pointed strangely, yet it almost looked like a dance move as he popped his hip out to the side. Repeating himself and pointing a few more times, the little man screamed, “The board! The board!” 

Kendall was the first to make a comment, the smug look on his face told his assistant all she needed to know about what was going to happen next.

“Mr. Smitty, do that again.” 

Their teacher looked baffled for a moment before he pointed once more, adding a little hip pop to it, “What, this?”

“Did you guys see that?” The blond continued as the five teens let out a chorus of ‘mm-hmms’.

The man at the front of the room did his body-roll-point combination a couple more times, truly getting a feel for the move and trying to look anywhere but there, Roxy was able to catch a glimpse of herself in the reflection off her silver water bottle. Quickly, she pulled some make up wipes from her bag as the boys began to hype Mr. Smitty up. Logan was the next to speak.

“The passion, the snap,” he said as he copied the move in his seat. “You can’t teach that.”

By the time the girl had removed the smudges from her face, Big Time Rush had successfully convinced the teacher that he was the perfect candidate for a German man-band. Though she wasn’t quite sure where the German part - or the man part -  came in, she knew that it was her turn to help drive the man out of the class and onto the next international flight. 

“Do you have a demo?” Roxanne asked innocently. 

Behind her, James backed the girl up, “I bet it’s h-o-t.” 

Suddenly shy and timid-sounding, Mr. Smitty looked down at the floor mournfully as he sat down on his desk. “I flung those all into the ocean.”

“As long as you promise not to litter the ocean anymore, I can record you one right now. But first, we’ve got to get you some new clothes and a song. Lucky for you, you’re looking at the world’s best assistant-slash-songwriter! Let’s get going, boys.” 

With a flip of her hair, Roxy grabbed her small backpack and set all her items in it before leaving the small room - band and teacher in tow. Avoiding Gustavo’s office, she did her best to recall where the costuming room was. As they walked, she could hear a couple of the band members gassing Mr. Smitty up and James fell into step with her. 

“Do you remember where wardrobe is?” she asked her friend desperately. 

“Down the stairs and to the left,” he answered. “Isn’t it your job to know that?”

Roxanne rolled her eyes as she looked over to him. “This building is too big.” 

Once they reached the door for the stairwell, James opened it for her and the party soon made their way to the costume department. They were met with rows upon rows of beautiful clothing that had all either been used in Rocque Record’s productions or were currently waiting on the racks for their chance to shine. 

With a wave of her hand showing off the aisles of hanging clothes, the teen allowed her teacher to run wild and pick out whatever outfit he wanted for his comeback debut. While he was looking, Roxy spotted a cute black headband with a tie at the top scattered with white polka dots and added it to her own outfit. 

Mr. Smitty ducked into a changing room and when she turned around to get the boy’s opinions on her headband, they were all spaced out - no doubt having another Palm Woods School fantasy. She admired their dedication to getting removed from the School of Rocque, but if they were able to trick Mr. Smitty like this, the rest of the semester shouldn't be too bad. While they waited, she allowed herself to take a pair of fake pearl earrings from the vanity beside her.

“Did anyone else’s Palm Woods fantasy involve Roxy in a bikini?” James did his best to whisper to the rest of the group once his fantasy scenario slowly dissipated. 

As she whipped around to strangle the wannabe, Roxysaw Logan nodding his head to answer James’ question while the other two did their best to hide their laughter; before she could say anything, their teacher emerged from the changing room. 

“Pretty snazzy, huh?” the older man gushed as he admired himself in one of the mirrors outside of the changing room.

The rest of the group cringed as they examined his choice of clothing. The red studded leather jacket should’ve been the first clue that his ‘man band’ career would come to a screeching halt the second he left the building. This jacket paired with the bright orange bandana and his tight acid wash jeans held up by a bedazzled black belt did him no favors as the man mentioned running up to the studio. Walking away, all of the teens groaned when they unfortunately noticed the belt was not properly doing its job. 

Hesitantly they followed their teacher up one floor and quickly shoved him into Studio B before Gustavo or Kelly could find out about their plan. Mr. Smitty looked right at home as he strutted into the dance room, sneering at all of his employer’s gold records on the wall beside him. Now that they had landed in the booth, it was the writer’s time to shine.

“Okay you three,” Roxanne directed, pointing to Kendall, Carlos and Logan. “I need you to grab a mic, a stand, and the cord that hooks it up to the soundboard in the closet by Gustavo’s office. Three things, three guys. I don’t care who gets what, just get it as quickly and quietly as you can please.”  

Without a word, the three ran out of the room in search of what their assistant had asked for. The writer was very thankful she was a quick learner and Gustavo was a shockingly good teacher when it came to setting up the studio for a recording. Going through the motions, she ran through her mental checklist of items he had said were essential for recording music. 

“I see you finally decided a little alone time would do us some good.” The remaining boy commented from his chair in front of the soundboard, stretching his arms behind his head as he wiggled his eyebrows. 

“James, this is not the time for this.”

“So, is there another time you have in mind?”

“I need you to go teach Smitty your parts of ‘Big Time Rush’. I think your vocal ranges are similar.”

Ignoring the goan that left his lips at her refusal to flirt back, she ran through the checklist again knowing she was missing something, but found it hard to concentrate with the band member in the room. 

“Headphones!” Roxanne exclaimed as she remembered the final item as she sped over, reaching up on her tiptoes to the high cabinet on the far wall of the room. 

Is Gustavo really that much taller than me? Surely this cabinet is not standard height.

She struggled for a couple more moments before hearing a sigh from the other side of the room. Before she knew it, James was behind her, reaching up and grabbing the five pairs the girl had been going for. Gently taking them down, he dropped them on the table in front of her. 

“Whatever you say, Roxy.”

The tall boy walked out of the soundroom and into the studio to join their teacher as Roxy stood stock-still staring at the headphones in front of her.

He’s a chronic flirt, it doesn't mean anything to him.

The alternate door to the sound room opened with a loud creak as the three boys Roxanne had sent off earlier came barreling in - dropping the fruits of their labor all over the black carpet. Just as the songwriter had asked they had found the necessary equipment to record their teacher's demo track.

“Oh, you guys are the best,” the girl breathed as she turned to face them after registering their arrival and sat right down on the floor to begin piecing together the parts and making sure the recording equipment was in place. “Do you all mind helping James in the studio? Smitty only needs about a minute of the song down and I think we can trick him after that.”

Kendall and Carlos nodded, eyeing their friend behind the glass, and rushed into the studio to help their friend - when the door opened she could hear James shouting at the man about his pitch. Logan hung back, observing the girl’s weird position on the floor. 

“Is everything okay?” 

Roxy looked up at him, cocking her head to the side to ask what he meant.

“You were standing at the counter staring at the headphones when we came in. Did Mr. Smitty say something to you again?” 

“Oh,” she replied, looking back down at the microphone she was plugging in. “Everything is fine, I was just zoning out.” 

It didn’t look like Logan was convinced, but he didn’t drag the conversation out any longer. With a small wave, he joined the four in the studio.

The five boys slaved away as Roxanne was finishing her set up. Standing, she made sure everything was hooked up to the soundboard and the computer that would produce the single for their teacher. With the flip of a button, the girl was able to turn on the speakers in the soundroom and alert the boys she was ready. 

A few more pointers were given to the older man before the four piled into the soundroom, leaving their teacher with a mic to record. Roxy gave a thumbs up, getting a headnod from Smitty in return, and began playing the recording of her own instrumental track of “Big Time Rush”. When it was time for the man to sing nothing could have prepared her for the awful screeching that met her ears through the headphones they were wearing. Even with the boy’s coaching he sounded horrendous. Though he was terrible, he didn’t miss any lines or skip a beat, so there was some semblance of a musician still inside of him. 

“It’s the only life you got, so you gotta live it big time- rush!’ 

When he finally finished, Mr. Smitty knocked himself down over the mic stand and fell as everyone let out a cheer of celebration - for both the end of his singing and for the end of his teachings. Big Time Rush piled into the studio from the soundbooth and congratulated the man, assuring him the recording was just as incredible as he thought it was. 

“So good, so good,” Carlos repeated, turning to the window to make a slight gagging motion at Roxy when their teacher wasn’t looking. The girl had just burned a copy of the song into a CD and made her way into the room to join the band.

James choked out some praise, “They are gonna love you in Germany!”

“Jawohl!” 

Their teacher laughed at his own terrible German. 

“Here’s your super hot demo, Mr. Smitty.” Roxy said as she handed him the track and slotted herself beside Logan and Kendall. 

He kissed it as the rest of the boys supplied him with his vacation necessities. A briefcase and a travelmoose.net ticket were all he needed to believe his trip was real and his dream was becoming a reality. It was pretty harsh of them to send him to the little German town, but at least they would have a half day off from school. 

Mr. Smitty left with an “auf wiedersehen!” and the teens shared a sigh of relief as they waved and he skipped out the doors of Rocque Records. 

Everyone looked to Kendall for their next move. With a smirk, he laid out what he was thinking. 

“Now to tell Gustavo our teacher bailed and we need to go to the Palm Woods School and… ah!” 

The dramatic boys shared a scream causing the girl to cringe as they turned around and saw their bosses behind them. At this, Kelly shook her head before Gustavo began to explain what would happen next. 

“Oh, of course you can go to the Palm Woods School. Now that your teacher has run off to Germany, there’s really no other option except…” He trailed off, tone dripping with sarcasm, and looked each of the teens in the eye before he continued, “...Kelly, get them another teacher!”

Looks of sadness crossed their faces as the two walked off to find someone new and untrickable to continue the School of Rocque. 

“Man, we were so close.” Carlos sighed in defeat. 

It was time for a new plan. 

Still in the studio everyone did their best to brainstorm some new ways to get rid of teachers. Roxanne ran a few scenarios in her head: destroying the classroom, pretending they were all unable to hear, convincing their teacher to take them on a field trip to Malibu beach and then driving off. Nothing seemed clever enough to get them to the Palm Woods School, especially if Kelly and Gustavo were looking for smarter teachers. 

After a while, Logan spoke up. “Roxy, is there any way you can get into Gustavo’s office?”

She turned the thought over, trying to remember the times she had visited his office in order to ask for some song advice. From what she could recall, he left it unlocked while he was at work - regardless of if he was in the room or not. 

“Yea, it’s open pretty much all day so I could get in there easily.” 

Logan’s eyes lit up, flaming with anticipation as he shared his plan with the group. 

“Alright, we will distract Gustavo and Kelly,” he said motioning to his bandmates, “while you sneak into the office and grab his car keys. If his car looks anything like it sounds, it’s a gorgeous sports car anyone would do anything to drive. Once we have the keys in our possession we can use that as a bargaining chip.” 

Roxy nodded her head and watched as the boys huddled together to figure out what they would do to distract the adults. Taking his car seemed a little extreme, but Gustavo was always bragging about how wealthy he is so getting a new one didn’t seem too far fetched. Besides, if their teacher didn’t take the bait, the keys could easily be returned to his office and their boss would be none the wiser.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself as she walked down the hall to his office. Rounding the corner, she could see the door to the room was closed and hoped he wasn’t in there. Inching closer, in her pocket she could feel her phone buzz once, then twice as she was farther down, signaling the two pairs of band members had found their targets. 

Checking around the corners to make sure no one was coming, the girl opened the black door and silently closed it behind her. She had been in his office a few times, but every time she walked in she noticed something new. The company’s namesake had a glass case dedicated to all of his music awards which she would love to examine further but for the sake of the mission she pressed on. 

Maybe I’ll be able to get a songwriting award someday. “Best songwriting by a teenage girl”... Is that even a thing? 

The girl made a mental note to research that later. From the other side of his office, she noticed an empty key ring beside the door and her heart sank. She was down to two outcomes, he had taken the keys or they were tucked away in his massive black desk. 

Making her way over, she noticed that the desktop was clear except for his computer, a couple file folders, and a monthly calendar that had various notes written in every single one of the boxes representing the days. Gustavo was a busy man. 

The desktop search yielded no results so she decided to move on to the drawers. Holding her breath as she slid the first drawer open, it seemed as though Lady Luck was shining down on her as the key to his Porsche was the only item in the small compartment.

Pocketing them, she left the office without another sound. Running to the classroom, she was able to meet the boys outside a few minutes later as they waited for their new teacher to arrive. 

“I’m the best assistant in the world,” she told them with a smile as she dropped the keys into Logan’s hands. 

A moment later, an older woman waddled down the hallway in very conservative clothing. She carried a briefcase and a ruler, indicating to the students that she was their new teacher. Carlos audibly gulped at the sight of her, putting all the teens on edge while they filed into the classroom behind her. Roxy stayed in her unassigned assigned seat in the front left of the room, finding herself next to Kendall. Before Logan sat down he leaned over and dropped the keys into the frontman’s shirt pocket. 

With a screech of chalk hitting the board the woman wrote her name, Mrs. Chisdak, and turned around to face the class. 

“So… You didn’t like your first teacher?”

Team BTR nodded, worried about her next statement. 

She continued, “Well, I didn’t like him either. The moment he felt the heat, he ran for cover. But me? I’m battle-tested. I have a black belt, and I am not afraid to hit you with it. And there is nothing you can say or do to get me to leave.” 

What is up with all of these teachers pissing me off today?

Roxanne shifted in her seat, wanting to say something to the callous woman, but bit her tongue in order for the plan her friend had come up with to work. 

Beside her, Kendall leaned back and pulled the set of keys out of his pocket. 

“Here’s the keys to the Porsche out front. Leave now and it’s yours.”

His smile was kind as he shook the keys around in front of the old matron. Without a second thought she snatched the keys from her student and ran out the door. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an old woman move that fast.” Roxy reflected as she turned to her friends. “Now what? Do you think that’s enough to get us into the Palm Woods School?” 

From behind her, James responded, “Let’s hope so.” 

Since the absence of their teacher, the four boys were launched into another Palm Woods fantasy leaving the girl alone with her own thoughts. Laying her head down on the desk in front of her, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander into her own ideal school day. 

Just as she imagined sitting down next to Camille and gossiping about the cute young actors in their class, someone let out a scream from down the hallway- pulling her back to reality. There was nothing like a Gustavo Rocque scream, especially one after one of the band’s stupid plans actually worked.

After the noise eventually stopped before the man could wear out his vocal cords, Kelly popped her head into the classroom to check on the uncooperative class. 

“You know he’s not going to give up, right?” She warned, referring to their new principal.

Roxy elbowed the boy next to her to get him to say something. 

“Kelly, a proper education is very important to us,” all nodding, they turned to her as Kendall continued, “and this is a supply closet!” 

Their boss rolled her eyes, motioning to return back to her office before an announcement reached the schoolroom over a P.A. system. 

“Attention students. Please report to Principal Rocque’s office. All students to Principal Rocque’s office.” 

Quickly gathering their things, the five walked down the hall to meet with Gustavo. When they stepped in they saw the room decorated to the best of the man’s ability to look like a true principal’s office; complete with a shiny red apple, a pencil sharpener, a weird portrait of Dwight D. Eisenhower, and a plaque reading ‘Principal Rocque’.

When he started addressing the class they sat down and she started to zone out. It wasn’t her fault; technically, the boys had coerced her into participating in their shenanigans, even if she did want to join them at the Palm Woods School. The School of Rocque wouldn’t be the end of the world if their teachers weren’t so terrible. 

Her songbook was sticking out from one of the pockets of her bag; the writer yearning to figure out the song idea that had popped into her head earlier after their first teacher revealed his boy band past. 

Gustavo changed himself into someone different too. He’s fulfilling a role of sorts. If you can even call this one. 

The theme of change stuck in her brain as she pulled out the book, glad to find her favorite pen tucked into the cover. Conversation between the band and Gustavo stopped the second their principal saw the notebook. It was hard not to mind everyone stopping just for her sake but she was very appreciative of the silence as she decided on the song topic: a love song about a guy willing to do anything for the girl he likes.

Let me know if I’m getting through, 

making you understand 

If it’s wrong I’ll try something new

Don’t look away, cause I’m here to stay,

If it’s a game, then I’m gonna play -

Thankful for the long verse she had just written, she sighed and drew out a few music staffs. There was no melody yet, and it was rare for her to write without a tune so for now she just had this small poem waiting to find its musical match. 

Whispering an apology, she slid her book back into her bag and twirled her pen around her fingers as she looked back at her boss. 

“Gustavo -” Kendall began before he was cut off by the man tapping his name plaque displaying his temporary title. “... Principal Rocque. This school isn’t meeting our social and educational needs. We need to go somewhere that actually feels like a real school.”

“With more girls.” James chimed in, earning a dirty eye from Roxy. 

Logan was the next to join, “and field trips.”

“And pie!” Shouted Carlos. 

“And teachers who don’t insult us,” their assistant finished. 

They all looked towards Principal Rocque, who twisted his face in anger. Roxy ducked back in her chair, fearful of one of his famous screams. 

“You go to my school; you play by my rules, and I will find a teacher that will enforce those rules. Now, go to lunch and be back in class in 25 minutes.” 

Forlorn, the class migrated to the Rocque Records lounge for their short break, making a quick detour to the studio so Roxy could grab her guitar. Big Time Rush gathered at the large table in the kitchen area, dumping their paper lunch sacks to see what Mrs. Knight had made for them while the girl settled on one of the white couches - determined to figure out the beginnings of a melody for her new song. Opening up her book and reading the lyrics a couple of times normally helped the beginnings of a tune form, but nothing seemed to be coming to her. 

After 15 minutes of playing, she decided to join the band at their spot. Taking the seat at the head of the table, she jumped into their conversation about how to get rid of the next teacher. As she was listening to James and Kendall argue about obtaining a beehive, the girl felt a tap on her shoulder and Carlos slid half of his sandwich in front of her. 

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry, have the rest,” she said as she pushed it back towards him. 

“You’re not on some funny Hollywood diet like James, are you?” 

Roxanne blinked and looked over to James who, like the other two boys by him, had completely devoured their similar meals made by Mrs. Knight. 

“Which one is he on?” She laughed, rolling her eyes. “The yogurt, water, and ham sandwich diet?” 

A grin splashed across Carlos’ face as he pointed to the girl excitedly, “So you do know it!” 

“We’ve gotta stop letting him read Pop Tiger…” the writer trailed off, flipping to her unfinished work in her book. 

Someone else changing who they are for Hollywood. No shortage of that around here. 

It was nice to be surrounded by such inspiration, but it was worrying at the same time as she looked over to her friends. They had all made a pact that they would not let Los Angeles change them - something that was not going to happen on Roxy’s watch. 

Out of nowhere, a school bell rang signaling to the teens it was time to get back to the classroom. 

Kendall groaned as he stood up and grabbed his backpack. “This has gotta be the longest school day of my life. Who do you think Gustavo has in store for us now?”

One by one, they all trudged down the hall to their makeshift classroom, each teen devising their own plan for how to get rid of their next teacher. 

Roxy picked her seat first, sitting down in her normal spot in the front left and was fortunate enough to be joined by Logan once again. The room felt even smaller than it did before, possibly due to the instruments their boss shoved into the back of the room during their break. She watched as the door opened, shaking the side wall so hard a drum nearly crashed into James as it fell from the top shelf above his head. 

In came their teacher, a tall, extremely muscular man, who had the four drooling around her. She didn’t recognize him, but she could guess he was probably a sports star - a personal trainer or weightlifter perhaps. The girl noted his very nice arms. 

There was much to comment about his fashion sense, even Gustavo’s wardrobe team couldn’t come up with something so dorky. He was clad in a button up shirt and tie hanging loose over a bright red pair of bike shorts.

Taking a small piece of chalk, or maybe it was just a normal size that looked very tiny in his hands, he wrote his name on the board. 

Mr. Masterpiece

When he turned around to address the class, he let out a guttural scream and ripped open his button up - scaring everyone in the room. Everything seemed to be blown away by the sheer force of his yell, it even pushed Roxy back into Kendall’s desk. When she turned around, he could see the fear in her eyes at the man before them. 

“I can’t fight him like I fought Smitty,” the girl whispered to him. 

“And I did not see this coming,” he replied, still stunned. 

Her classmates all shook their heads at the frontman’s comment, turning their attention back to the front of the room to see what Mr. Masterpiece had in store for them.

The man discarded his ripped up shirt on the teacher’s desk and began the lesson. 

“Okay class, let’s get started.” 

Roxy pulled out her cell in order to sneak a couple of pictures to send to Camille while Carlos gushed about someone named Chris Masters. 

R: Sent a photo

R: Third teacher today! 

C: gustavo got you the masterpiece? wish we had celebrity teachers… 

R: Gustavo just came over the PA and said Masterpiece is trained to use the masterlock? I don’t even want to know

R: Updates to come

Next to her, Logan tensed in his seat. “Do you think we need gym credits in California?” 

The two shared a fearful glance as they looked back over to their teacher who was proudly flexing and showing off for the other boys. 

“I believe the key to a sound mind is a healthy body. So throw your books away.”

All the students hesitated. 

“Throw your books away!”

For once, Big Time Rush did as they were told and discarded their textbooks and school supplies from their tables. Roxanne elected to gently stack hers on the ground out of kindness for the people on the floor below. 

Mr. Masterpiece was very pleased as he scanned the faces of his excited, but terrified, students. After a moment, his eyes landed on Logan who squirmed uncomfortably under the buff man’s gaze. 

“You,” their teacher began, shifting his gaze over to the songwriter. “Can I have you sit on top of your desk, please?”

“Sure?” She questioned as she hoisted herself up. With her back to the teacher she criss-crossed her legs and glanced over the room from her new vantage point. Carlos was hanging on to every word their instructor said, while under the cover of Roxanne’s attention the other three were whispering to each other - presumably another plan to get back at their principal. 

Their teacher began again, “Now I want you guys to lift your desks.”

Logan let out a nervous laugh as he glared back at Kendall, hoping the blond would remedy their strange situation. 

“Lift your desks!” Masterpiece yelled and the boys swiftly raised their tables from the floor. Roxy wobbled a bit as Logan managed to get one side off of the ground. “Now give me 500 desk presses. And Scrawny,” he pointed to the boy in front of her, “ You’re going to give me 600. Count them out!” 

Safe to say, the assistant was less than pleased to be used as a human weight. Pained screams came from the band as they lifted their desks and the wrestler began to count. Roxy desperately wanted to help her friend struggling to keep up, but she was afraid their teacher would make her work out too. 

Weightlifting just wasn’t her thing. 

***

Roxanne awoke to a loud knock on her apartment door.

After yesterday’s desk rep fiasco, their new teacher had set them free for the day, allowing Gustavo to swoop in and continue his infamous ‘Boy Band Boot Camp.’ For the rest of their time at Rocque Records she stood faithfully by with water, towels, and a fully stocked first aid kit just in case someone pushed themselves a little bit too hard. 

It was easy to tell the boys were tired of practicing “Big Time Rush” over and over again. They needed a new song as soon as possible, but all of Roxanne’s attempts at writing since her last verse were in vain. Hopefully, Gustavo had a plan to keep the boys engaged in their lessons - buying her enough time to complete her track. 

Opening the door, she had to step back as the four exhausted boys came stumbling in. They were unable to make it farther than the carpet of her small living room where they collapsed from exhaustion in one big pile. Team Big Time Rush didn’t have to leave for another 30 minutes yet they were clad in their day clothes and backpacks. 

Shockingly punctual, she thought

“Roxannnne!” Carlos pleaded, stretching out her full name as he tried to push James off of him. With a groan the tall boy rolled onto Logan, and the helmet wearer held up a worksheet. “Can I copy your homework?” 

“It’s a 500 word personal narrative about the first time you worked out.”

“So?”

“So if you copy mine, it won’t be personal. Write about hockey practice or something,” she suggested as she rummaged around in her backpack for a pencil to loan. The four remained in a pile.  

“Can I still see yours for some inspiration?”  

When she found what she was looking for she turned around to find Carlos giving her puppy dog eyes from his position on the floor. 

“Copy Logan’s.” The writer offered.

The studious boy spoke up, “Copy Kendall’s.” 

“Copy James’!” Spat the frontman as he tried and failed to lift himself off the carpet. 

James was the first to successfully sit up as he grumbled, “Copy Roxy’s.”

The annoyed assistant glared at the wannabe as she pulled her report out of her bag. Giving it a once over, she deemed it sharable and dropped it over the heap in her living room. “Just make sure you change it enough.”

Roxanne decided that once they got into the Palm Woods School she would actually worry about their education, but for now copying was fine. While Carlos was “writing” his essay, the girl took some time in her room to get ready. 

After a quick check in the mirror, she grabbed the headband she had stolen from work yesterday and pushed her hair back. The black and white polka dotted band was a reminder of their first terrible teacher. Examining the piece a bit more, a memory forced itself to the front of her mind. 

“Did anyone else’s Palm Woods fantasy involve Roxy in a bikini?”

He is the worst. I would hate to see what’s inside his head -

“That’s it!” She yelled, flinging open the door to see the band scrambling to their feet.

“Rox-” Kendall began and he was quickly shushed by his assistant. 

They watched as she tore her bag apart, looking for what they could only assume was her song book. The black leather journal was nowhere to be found and she turned to her friends with wide eyes. 

“Not in there?” Logan questioned as he saw her begin to mumble something to herself over and over. He hurriedly scanned the room, unable to find the object. “Find the book,” was all he said to his friends before making his way to the kitchen.

At his command, the band launched into action. Each of them took a different corner of the apartment and scoured it, while Roxy stood by her bedroom door repeating lines over and over again. Her want to help was overwhelming, but she knew if she focused on something else right now she would lose her lyrics. 

In the meantime, Carlos offered her the backside of his essay paper and was very disappointed when she shook her head and pushed the sheet back into his chest. A proper explanation and apology was in order later, but for now she kept her thoughts from running. 

“Found it!”

Roxanne felt the world turn in slow motion as she watched James slowly pop up from in front of her couch. He held the book high above his head, triumphantly - a goofy smile plastered across his face. One of her couch cushions had been thrown in the air and lazily made its way to the ground behind them as his bandmates huddled around him in celebration. If she had gone to see any of their hockey games back home, she imagined this would be what a winning celebration looked like, but this was just finding a lost object. How could they get so excited over such a little thing? It was wonderful to see her friends so elated, but she needed to get these lyrics out of her head before she could do anything else. 

The world returned to the correct pace as she made her way over to where the four were celebrating to collect her book. The lyrics repeated faster as she tried to squeeze her way inside their circle.

“Fight Mountain Aire! Fight Mountain Aire! Fight! Fight! Fight! M! A! H!” The band chanted in unison as they continued jumping around, sticking another tune in their writer's head as she felt the two wrestle in her brain. Though they were normally very good at letting her concentrate, she guessed the weight of their joy caused them to forget the reason for required silence in the first place. 

It was only when James felt a small tap on his arm that he recalled why the search was in order. Sheepishly, he turned to Roxy and handed her the songbook, but the smile that stuck on his face earlier remained suggesting he wasn’t all that sorry for his antics. 

Flipping to one of the pages that contained the beginnings of her new song, she swiftly pulled her favorite pen out of her bag and scribbled out the lines she was so desperate not to lose. 

Something I want so bad,

Know what’s inside your head,

Maybe I can see what you see. 

This time, she was lucky enough to connect a guitar riff she had written back in Minnesota that she was dying to use in one of her songs for the talent search - quickly writing down the page it was on so she wouldn't forget later. It wasn’t much, but at least it was more than just one verse on its own. 

“The four of you are life savers. I guess it fell in after I got up to go to bed last night…” The writer trailed off as she wiped some of the crumbs from between the cushions off of the cover. When she looked back up, her friends were staring at her book intently, presumably very interested in their next potential song. Before she was able to explain, her band bombarded her with questions. 

First, from Logan, “Is that a new song?”

“A new song for us?” Kendall clarified as he tried to glance down to see her notes. 

“What’s it about?” Followed James, triumphant look still adorning his features.

At his turn, Carlos scoffed and turned his head up at her book, “Is my paper not good enough for you?”

Roxanne pointed to each boy as she answered his question in the same order they had been asked.

“Yes, hopefully, love, and no.” Giving the last boy a sympathetic look, she continued. “It’s a long story.”

In turn, the helmet wearer made a show out of looking at his watch to find the time. Slowly raising his wrist, he very obviously looked back and forth from the girl to the face of the clock - eliciting a laugh from Kendall.

“I think that’s a story for another time, eh?” The blond suggested as he placed both of his hands on Roxy’s shoulders and began to usher her out of the room, band in tow. 

Roxanne detected a little bit of edge in his voice and went to say something, but the moment the elevator doors opened into the lobby BTR were having more than a little trouble standing up. From behind, she watched as they made their way to the lobby door, sack lunches in hand. 

“I can’t take another day at the School of Rocque,” Kendall choked out as he grabbed onto Logan to steady himself. 

“And I can’t feel my arms!” The shorter boy retorted, pushing the frontman off of him. He wobbled slightly and with a soft thud, his lunch bag hit the floor. The lack of weight and his already off-center balance caused him to slowly tip over, letting out a helpless “Uh oh.”

Before he hit the ground, Roxanne was there slinging his arm around her shoulder and pushing him back up. With a pained exhale and a whole lot of effort she was able to place him in his upright position once more. She expected him to be far lighter, he didn’t really look like an athlete at first glance, but found it incredibly challenging due to his strong hockey build. 

“Sorry,” she offered with another puff, still trying to keep him from falling, “that’s on me. For both the sitting-on-your-desk thing and the making-you-frantically-search-for-my-journal thing.”

Opening his mouth in an attempt to respond, Logan was cut off by another annoying school bell sound as Tyler excitedly ran up to the five teens. 

“Hey guys!” The redhead greeted with a smile while holding his left hand up, “High five!” 

Big Time Rush simultaneously raised their hands in automatic response to the boy’s gesture only to simultaneously groan and slouch over in pain. Still supporting Logan, Roxy slapped the kid on the hand and cringed as it was slightly sticky. 

Children. She thought and wiped her hand on her friend’s sleeve. 

From behind the pair, James spoke up - the agony in his voice very apparent. “Tyler, what are you so excited about?”

“Miss Collins says we’re having class outside today!” Tyler beamed. He followed the rest of the class outside, revealing the Jennifers walking out behind him. 

As always, the three looked perfect while strolling in sync. Tossing a wave to the girl, she returned it and without looking at her band she knew each one of them ate the group’s action thinking it was for them. A Palm Woods School fantasy was definitely swirling in their minds right now.

Roxanne pulled out her phone and checked ScuttleButter to pass the time. Though the app was always full of celebrities fighting or pictures of cute baby animals, it was a great way to take a breather  - especially when she needed to kill time during the bands’ frequent daydreams. Right now, she was hooked on a video of a mini horse and dolphin playing together on the edge of a pool. Looping it over and over, it brought her so much joy. 

“Come on!” She heard, thinking for a moment the horse actually spoke to the dolphin. Then again. “Come on!”

A snap in her face brought her back to reality. 

“Come on!” Kelly said, snapping in the band’s faces as well - slipping them out of their fantasies. “You’re gonna be late for school.”

Stepping forward to follow, the writer was immediately pulled back by Logan. The four quickly recounted their dream scenarios which didn’t interest Roxy in the slightest so she pulled out her phone to watch the enchanting video again. 

James posed the question “How are we gonna get rid of Mr. Masterpiece?” but she was already long gone in her video rabbit hole to recall the rest of the conversation.

***

The school day droned on; Mr. Masterpiece not talking about anything except fitness. It sucked, but at least the girl had time to write some more of her song. 

“Now, let me jot down something on how fitness and body oil helps build a strong immune system,” their teacher relayed as he flexed his large arms, gaining the girl’s interest. Looking around the room she saw that the boys were oddly interested as well. They looked as if they were clinging onto every word he said and James, who ended up sitting next to her today, even gave a thumbs up as Masterpiece turned around. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kendall snap his fingers and heard the rustle of a lunch bag from the desk behind her. 

“Roxy,” James whispered.

His assistant gave him a quizzical look in response. 

“Close your eyes and put your head down for a second.”

He earned another strange look. 

“Please?” He offered. 

What the hell? The girl speculated but did as she was asked. After she could no longer see, she heard the squirt of a spray bottle and a disgusting, wet plop of something landing on her desk that made her stomach churn. James wretched and she almost looked up to make sure he was alright as Mr. Masterpiece kept repeating ‘woah’ over and over again. 

“Awesome!” Came from Carlos in the back, followed by the last two words Roxanne expected to hear today: “Chunky vomit!” 

And she decided she heard enough, so she plugged her ears and hoped for the best. Whatever the four had concocted this time might be their saving grace and for their sake, and the sake of her stomach, she hoped it would work. Now without sight or sound, the girl focused on what she could feel from the room around her: James was squirming in his seat and the air around the table the two shared was strangely warm.

Nope, nope, nope. I do not want to know. Think happy thoughts… 

The video of the horse and dolphin replayed in her mind for a very long time.

When someone placed their hand on her back, Roxy jumped as her eyes shot open. In her line of sight fell Logan, who looked very annoyed, while in the corner of the room the other three piled out of the room with equally as bothered looks on their faces.

“Meeting with Principal Rocque?” Their assistant guessed. 

With a curt nod the boy extended a hand to help her stand as he replied, “Right on the money.” 

The two gathered their supplies and walked out of the closet, barely squeezing through the tight door as they tried to walk side by side. 

“You know, it’s probably not a good thing we visit the principal’s office every day.” Roxanne joked, glancing over to her friend who had a smile growing on his face.

“Would you believe me if I tell you you’ll get used to it after a while?”

“We have got to get new friends.”

Reaching the door to the office, he opened it for her and the two sat in the remaining seats in front of a fuming Gustavo and Kelly.

Without saying a word, their boss dropped a thick blue book with the ASPA logo proudly presented on the front onto the surface of his desk for the five to see. 

“The ASPA official school registry?” Kendall questioned, smirking at his principal. 

Kelly leaned in trying to look menacing as Gustavo began to speak, “And it’s filled with every ASPA licensed teacher that I can and will call!”

It was hard to take him seriously with the portrait of a dead president behind him. 

“Every time you chase one off, I have 10,000 waiting in the wings,” the man continued, throwing the book across the room.

If Roxanne had better depth perception skills, she might have noticed it was hurtling towards her chest, but before she even had time to register it hit her square in the gut with a smack! sending her straight to the floor. She was too stunned to even get herself back up as she tried to take in the pain silently.

Oh, we are definitely getting into the Palm Woods school now. 

“It’s a big book, guys,” Kelly chimed in. 

“You play by my rules!” The older man yelled, feeling a sense of achievement over the group of teenagers. “I win! I’m going to laugh and leave victorious now.”

From her angle on the floor, the assistant watched as Gustavo stood up, cackling, and walked out from behind his desk in order to leave the room. 

Bad move, Gustavo. What goes around comes around.

Just as he made his way past his subordinate, she stuck the thick book under his foot, causing him to kick it and lose his balance - stumbling all the way to the door. The boys lost it. 

“Oops.” Was all she said, trying and nearly failing at holding in a snicker of her own. Once the two adults were fully out of the room she picked herself and the book back up, sitting back down in her chair. The girl deposited the registry in Logan’s lap.

“None of you guys played goalie, huh?” Roxy asked, trying to lighten the mood, only to be met with solemn head shakes from the band. When no one responded, the girl realized they were running out of options for escaping the School of Rocque.

After a moment of silence a conclusion came from James, “Well, I guess we can kiss the Palm Woods School goodbye.”

It wasn’t the decision they wanted, but it was the one they needed to hear. 

“Um… maybe not?” The boy next to her ruminated, flipping through the book she had handed him just moments ago. “This isn’t just a list of teachers. It also has the rules every ASPA school needs to follow.”

The teen’s eyes lit up as they all turned to their smart friend who looked extremely pleased with himself. 

“I smell brain!” Proclaimed Kendall who held his index finger in the air. “Huddle up!”

Logan was quickly surrounded in a circle, everyone ready to hang onto every last one of his words if it meant getting out of this terrible school and into the school of their dreams. 

“According to this, we’re entitled to hot lunches, outdoor breaks, and interscholastic sports programs.”

“Mr. Rocque hasn’t given us even one of those things…” Roxy thought aloud and Carlos echoed, “We didn’t get any of that!”

While Logan was flipping through the pages of student rights, his assistant pulled out one of her notebooks. Nicking the pencil tucked behind Kendall’s ear the girl began keeping track of rule numbers and general summaries in order to be used against their employers later. 

Logan went on, “So if Gustavo wants to have a school here-”

“He’s gotta play by these rules.” Finished Kendall. 

“I’ve got my work cut out for me…” Roxanne groaned, devising a million plans in her head. Each one resulted in little to no sleep tonight. 

***

“Everyone ready?” Roxanne questioned as the five walked into the ground floor of Rocque Records, ready to face the new day. “Studio B is getting transformed as we speak, so make sure to change into your new uniforms after you annoy Gustavo.”

She felt a buzz in her pocket. 

“And that means that the rest of our new school spirit line has just arrived as well!”

After an intense session of scanning the ASPA handbook, the teens were able to find more than a handful of rights they were not being provided and devised a plan in order to get them officially kicked out of the School of Rocque. The company credit card the assistant had been given at the beginning of her employment had certainly been put to good use last night.

BTR nodded their heads, more than ready to put their plan into motion, entering the elevator. 

Once the doors slid open on their floor, each student darted in a different direction to make sure everything was in place. 

See you soon, Palm Woods school!

James and Kendall headed to Studio A where Kelly and Gustavo were busy prepping a new song for their EP. ASPA rule 209 states that all students must have adequate storage for personal belongings, so the night before everyone chucked their dirty laundry into their backpacks to be emptied all over the control room. 

While they were doing that, Logan and Carlos were to bring their hockey gear into a few of the staff lounges for some emphasis on that point. And in the event of their teacher showing up before they could act out their game plan, they boys were to tell them that ASPA ensures all teachers 5 sick days and 2 personal days a year and persuade them to use one or the other. 

Roxanne hoped the four of them were more than capable of handling their bosses and teacher as she walked past Studio A to Studio B. Since it was around the corner and the walls were soundproofed, along with the opaque doors leading inside this section of Rocque Records, it was easily accessible to the overnight building crew who had fetched the girl’s access badge later last night. 

It was Carlos’ idea to put a hockey rink inside the skyscraper that housed their school, but that was far too short notice for the contractors; the group settled on a basketball court instead. A logo was made for their school by a design company featuring an adorable little goat with blue and gold tones then promptly slapped on as t-shirts, sweatshirts, basketball jerseys, and cheerleading uniforms necessary to hand out to the crowd of fans coming for the morning game. She had even managed to arrange a match with the Hopeless Housewives of Los Angeles who, their manager bragged, were undefeated this season. 

When she made her way into the room, she nearly didn’t recognize it and her jaw dropped to the floor - the new hardwood floor, that is. The entirety of the room had been gutted and long gone were the soundproof padding and instruments that cluttered the back of the dance hall. Mounted on the wall was a huge electronic scoreboard right above shiny metal bleachers. Scattered across the room were fans from the HH team along with large pieces of paper and art supplies, making signs for their team. Based on the sea of green Hopeless Housewives jerseys, it was not looking good for the goats. 

That’s where Roxy came in. 

Rushing over to the boxes with the school printed wear, she grabbed the cheerleader outfit she had ordered for herself from the box of Goats jerseys, and quickly changed in the bathrooms down the hall. If the guys could have fun playing the game, why couldn’t she have fun as well?

Damn, I look good. She thought examining the blue pleated skirt and white athletic top proudly displaying the school mascot in the mirror by the sinks. 

Buzz

A text from Camille. 

C: get kicked out yet?

R: Nope, but almost 

R: Sent a photo

R: Look how cute my costume is!

C: <3

C: you’ve gotta let me borrow it for an audition sometime

R: ;)

Making her way back, the girl grabbed a sheet of paper and made a little sign in blue and red lettering to say “GOATS” to paste over the side of the scoreboard that currently said “HOME”.

Okay, she thought, what are we missing? Court, check. Merch, check - 

“Goat delivery for Miss Somerset.”

“Baaaaaa!”

Mascot, check.

Slowly, Roxy turned around to see a man in a delivery uniform holding the cutest, fluffiest goat she’d ever seen on a bright red leash. Sure, she loved her friends and wanted them to feel supported with plenty of posters decorating the gym, but now there were more pressing matters: cuddling this goat. 

“That’s me,” the girl yelled from across the court, quickly closing the distance between her and the animal. “Thanks for bringing our adorable little mascot!”

The delivery man dropped the leash into her hands and left the gym without another word. She hoped he wouldn't be back to pick the goat up soon, but for now she showed the little guy all the love in the world. And show him love she did, giving him pets and scratches as she completely forgot about the boys until they came running into the studio. 

“Roxy… Holy crap…” Carlos trailed off as he took in his new surroundings next to his friends who had equally as shocked looks on their faces. Before she was even able to grab their uniforms for the game, the helmet wearer ran up to his assistant and crushed her in a massive hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“No need for thanks, it’s all part of the job,” the girl choked out, feeling quite suffocated from the boy’s embrace. When he broke the hug, she was able to grab the Goats basketball uniforms from the same box that contained her outfit.

When she looked up at the four as she held their personalized shirts out, James and Logan had a light dusting of pink on their faces and quickly snatched the clothing from the girl before turning away which thoroughly confused her. Nonetheless, she shook it off and directed the band towards the bathrooms to change. They really needed a win today, and the game was about to start. 

In the time her team was gone, she was able to tape her sign up on the scoreboard and added a couple of posters to the walls proudly displaying the School of Rocque logo, making sure to keep the goat close. Meanwhile, Kelly and Gustavo hadn’t figured out the game in the studio just yet, but she was quite worried about what would happen when they did. Best case scenario, they get expelled. Worst case scenario, they keep attending school at Rocque Records.

“You have got to tell me how you got a goat on such short notice.” Someone said from behind her as she felt a tug on the leash in the same direction. 

Roxy turned around to find Kendall giving the animal a scratch behind the horns. With a chuckle she replied, “Getting the goat was the most impressive part of all this?”

The boy thought for a moment, scanning the court in contemplation. “No, definitely not, but I think Carlos covered our bases of impressedness earlier. Does the little guy have a name?” The blond continued to pet his mascot.

Roxanne shook her head. 

He thought aloud, “How about Gus - short for Gustavo?”

“Baaa!” Gus belted, approving Kendall’s choice. 

“The Gus seal of approval,” the girl nodded, leading the goat to the side of the quickly filling bleachers. Tying his leash to the side she made a ‘stay’ motion with her hands. 

On the scoreboard, the one minute countdown to the game began. Roxanne made her way back to Kendall and grabbed her makeshift pom-poms from her backpack as his three other teammates ran into the gym. He moved to join them, shoes squeaking on the floor.

When she looked over to James and Logan, they were looking at her once again before they noticed and quickly looked anywhere else in the room.

His name slipped out of her mouth before she could even register.

“Hm?” hummed Kendall, halfway across the court. 

How are they always able to do that?

Roxanne blinked a few times. “Are James and Logan okay? They were red earlier and now they’re avoiding me.”

The slant-smile forming on his face was all she needed to realize how dumb her question was. Given her current outfit, one she’d never even come close to wearing around them, she should’ve been able to guess sooner.

“Guys always do better with pretty girls cheering for them,” the frontman winked as the clock hit the 30 second mark, walking away once more. “Try not to distract them too much.”

Kendall quickly made his way to the other three who reached their arms out to him, forming a huddle. While they prepared, Roxanne pulled her hair up into pigtails for more of a classic cheerleader look and examined the crowd of people who had flooded the bleachers before the buzzer went off. Not only were all of them wearing green, but she noticed three other cheerleaders on her side. Their green uniforms read “HH” and as their team made it to the middle of the court they began to chant “Win tigers, win!” over and over again, riling the crowd up. 

Taking her items, she crossed the court to join the boys on the makeshift home side of the studio. With 10 seconds to go, both teams stepped onto their respective sides of the court. For the tip-off, one of the tall, blonde housewives walked into the middle. From the Goats, she saw Carlos push James out, presumably because he was the tallest of the four. 

Though the cheerleaders on the other side were quite loud, Roxy was louder as she mimicked the chant the boys had sang in her living room the other day. “Fight School of Rocque! Fight School of Rock! Fight! Fight! Fight! S! O! R!”

The boys, despite their laser focus on the ball, found smiles growing on their faces at their friend’s support. 

From the middle James raised his hand in the air and bent his wrist in a shooting motion, imitating the tip-off and mouthing, “This one’s for you,” at his cheerleader with a wink. 

Finally, the countdown hit 0, causing the volunteer referee to throw the ball in the air, leading the duo to jump and try to swat the ball to their side. Team Goats held their breath as James reached up and… missed entirely. 

Roxanne shouldn’t have laughed, but to be fair, she also shouldn’t have cheered when the Hopeless Housewives stole the ball from the now very angry boy. Just by the first few seconds of the game, it was clear her band was only good at one sport: hockey. 

James somehow managed to set the tone for the rest of the game. Missing the tip-off led to the boys missing every other opportunity they had to score, steal the ball, or even just dribble it without the Housewives making fools out of them. Maybe one person rooting for the boys wasn’t enough, even with home court advantage. 

The first time out was called by the opposing team seconds before the buzzer would go off to signal the end of the game - probably out of mercy for the teens. Roxanne watched as they stumbled over to her, stupid smiles still plastered to their faces. 

“How can you smile at a time like this?” Their cheerleader practically yelled, throwing her pom poms square into James’ chest. “You’re letting them kick your -”

“Woah, woah,” James caught the accessories. “It’s just a game to piss off Gustavo, remember?” 

She looked frantically to the other three who nodded in agreement with their teammate. 

“Where can a guy get some water around here?” Carlos interjected, seemingly unaware of the angry heat radiating from Roxy, signaling to her maybe it was time to calm down. They were right, it was just a game - she had never known she had such a competitive nature until James pointed it out. 

With a sigh, she rubbed the back of her neck, “Down the hall in front of Gustavo’s office. Prime upsetting our boss territory.” 

“Thanks,” the shorter boy gushed and giggled a bit as he continued, “And thanks for cheering for us! None of the cheerleaders at Mountain Aire ever came to our games because they all dated James.”

Logan smacked him upside the head. “Let’s go get some water, you dummy!” When his gaze shifted to the girl, she saw his eyes wander behind her in what she guessed as an attempt to look away from her costume. “Wasn’t there a goat back there?” 

Team BTR walked off to the water fountain leaving Roxy in a panicked state looking for her new animal friend. 

Her “Gus!” echoed down the long halls of Rocque Records until she finally heard a disembodied “Baaa!” coming from the direction of Gustavo’s office. 

Well, he was going to find out sooner than later.

Pressing on, she turned the corner to find her friends huddled around a water fountain in the middle of the corridor facing off against a furious Gustavo and Kelly. 

“You are familiar with ASPA’s stance on interscholastic athletics, right?” Kendall’s slant smile appeared again. 

“Did you meet our sweet little goat?” Roxy cooed as Gus made his way over to her, rubbing his horns against her leg as she appeared behind the blond boy. “We call him Gus. Gus-tavo!” 

From the reddening of his face, everyone could tell their boss was less than pleased with the outcome of today’s school day.

Carlos chimed in after taking a long sip, “Get it?” 

Buzz!

The teens turned their heads in the direction of the court as the crowd inside the studio began to cheer even louder for the Hopeless Housewives. It was time to get their head in the game. 

Upon hearing this, Gustavo and Kelly booked it to the gym.

”Scale from 1-10, how screwed are we?” Logan murmured as the Goats followed their boss back onto the transformed room. 

Standing at the doorway, Gustavo got a slap on the back from each of the boys as they made their way to the playing field and Roxanne squeezed by, dropping her pom poms and Gus’s leash into Kelly’s hands. “Come join me on the other side! Just ignore the fact we’re being terribly beaten by a bunch of middle-aged reality TV stars.”

Kelly’s face of worry slowly shifted into one of relaxation as she turned over the items in her hands, looking back and forth from the large man and the basketball court. 

“Oh, what the hell.” 

Before the two of them could even blink, the woman was properly dressed in Goat’s attire and standing at the edge of the bleachers with the cheerleader chanting “Go Goats! Go Goats!” in unison. 

It was a lost cause, the game barely had 10 seconds left and the boys were down by thirty points but the girls still cheered their heads off, as if the boy’s even stood a chance at winning. 

James was sent for the tip off once again while the other three hung back by the basket. The same tall, blonde woman was sent as well, staring daggers into the young boy. 

Through all the crowd and commotion, he was able to find Roxanne just as excited as she was for the first part of the game. Another wink, another promise that this tip off “was for her”, and another total miss later the game was soon to be lost. 

Gustavo had managed to weasel his way into the game, getting knocked down by one of the housewives and toppling to the ground by the home basket causing the crowd to cringe, but the game went on. 

Carlos stole the ball only to have it stolen right back by the blonde woman from the tip off. Everyone held their breath as she dunked the ball, hanging onto the rim and collapsing the unstable hoop that had been installed in the morning right into a brand new drum kit. 

A scream came from the older man as Team Goats approached him. It took all of Kelly and Roxy’s strength to lift Gustavo up as he hyperventilated, a terrible look on his face. 

Captain of the team and BTR frontman Kendall stepped up, clasping his hand onto his boss’s shoulder. “Sorry, Gustavo. We’ll get ‘em next time.” 

Roxanne nudged James, “You’ll actually make a shot for me next time, right?” 

The tall boy shifted, angling his head down, “As long as there is a next time. Just make sure you wear the outfit, too.” 

Gustavo erupted, “Principal’s office! Now!” before she was able to collect her thoughts enough to respond. For now she held her pom poms up, covering the heat in her cheeks as everyone dragged their feet into his office. 

Everyone filed in, taking the same seats as usual, and Roxy made sure to pay attention this time to make sure no large books came hurtling her way. Though this time, the five were looking for the worst possible outcome at whatever the cost. 

Principal Rocque tightened his grip on a wooden ruler before slamming it down on his desk. “I am the principal of the school and I do not give in to demands and hooliganistic tactics do not scare me.” 

Roxanne looked to Kelly for help, but the woman avoided her gaze. 

“Sabotage? Shmoobotage!” The principal continued, “You cannot beat me!” 

He placed emphasis on every syllable, causing the teen’s heads to sink lower and lower. 

“Now, what you’ve done here cannot and will not go unpunished.”

Please don’t take my credit card, please don’t take my credit card.

“Which is why I hereby expel you!” 

Heads raised. 

“What?” Came from James. He and Carlos were looking at each other confusedly as the man’s decision set in.  “What does that mean?” 

Gustavo didn’t have time to explain before Roxanne jumped out of her seat, a smile wiped across her face. “Do you really mean it?” 

“It means…” A rude face was made towards the songwriter, “You are hereby kicked out of the School of Rocque! Now get out!”

Logan’s assistant was already pulling him by the arm in an attempt to get him out of his chair, “This is what we wanted! Come on!”

How the boys were still confused, she had no idea but she still had the studious boy’s arm in hers as the team made it into the hallway. 

Carlos, still just as confused, held his index finger up outside the closed door. “What just happened?” 

“Listen, would you?” The girl whispered, motioning towards the door, “I’m sure it’ll make sense in a moment.”

Kelly’s voice echoed through the thin red and white window panes, “So from now on, I’ll pick them up from the Palm Woods School and bring them here by 12:30?”

Might as well be 1:00 with the way these four are always late. The girl reflected as her friends listened in.  

Gustavo’s reply was short and sweet. “Yep.” 

The same joy that clouded their features the other day when BTR had found her songbook made an appearance as it finally settled in they would be attending the Palm Woods School. This time, the girl couldn’t help but join in. In their first major battles with Gustavo, the teens had gone toe to toe and won. Maybe the producer was softer than he liked to admit. 

***

“There’s no way you guys are this excited about going to school,” Roxanne scoffed as she faced the band standing outside her door, ready to take her to their first day at their new school. “It’s just like Mountain Aire, but more condensed - AKA, more homework.”

This didn’t seem to shake their resolve, she just hoped they weren’t expecting anything crazy. They failed to realize the School of Rocque was terrible as a learning institute because they hadn’t actually learned anything besides how to scheme and trick adults. Hopefully Mrs. Collins, their new teacher, would be kind to them. 

A quick ride down the elevator and a trip through the lobby brought them down a tanned hallway leading to the business-like conference rooms where the hotel allowed producers and agents to meet with their clients. At the end, was the door to their classroom. 

It was charming, though cramped, but Roxy was just happy to have her own desk as she took a seat next to Camille. 

“This is so much better than texting you minute by minute updates!” Her friend mused. “It was the worst 3 hours of my life when Mrs. Collins took my phone away yesterday when we were talking. I thought I was going to die!” 

The writer checked over her shoulder seeing the band settling in the row behind the girls. “A text could never compare to watching their stupidity play out in real life.” 

Moments later, the Jennifers sat on her other side, taking out their school supplies and textbooks for the day. 

Curly haired Jennifer let out a small yelp, turning heads as Carlos pushed into his seat, “Hello, ladies.” 

The girls rolled their eyes. 

“Okay class,” came a voice from the front of the room as their instructor began the lesson. The new student admired how beautiful her blonde hair was, falling perfectly into big curls around her dainty face. “Let’s start with science. Where we’re gonna talk about water displacement!” 

As the woman made her way to the chalkboard beside her, a roar came from the back of the classroom. Turning around ended up being a mistake, as a large gush of water splashed Roxanne in the face. 

How the boys decided that ‘water displacement’ was synonymous with ‘water gun fight’ she didn’t know but there they were, standing on top of their rickety desks hollering as they shot bursts of water all around the room. 

It was going to be a long semester.

[redmeansdead]

[Opens up to a photo of a boy and ten girls who are his sisters around him; all except one of them are smiling.] Lincoln: [to the viewers] "Ever wonder what it's like to grow up in a big family? Well, don't let the picture fool you! It's not all sugar and spice. Don't believe me?" [He opens the door to reveal plenty of chaos going on caused by his sisters; such as a baby playing with pots and pans, one sister reading a poem, one sister dressed up like a mummy in some white cloth substance chasing another sister wearing a pretty dress who is screaming in terror, one sister playing Football in the house, one sister angrily chasing another grinning sister through the halls, and one sister playing on a guitar.] "Welcome to...the Loud House." [Depending on which version of the pilot you see, the title may or may not show up. Lincoln closes the door and stretches a little.] "Surviving in a big family can be challenging, even the little things, like getting a turn in the bathroom. Which is why I give you..." [as he speaks, a caption with the following words shows up] "Lincoln Loud's Three P's to go Poo and Pee. You're gonna need Patience, Perseverance, and most importantly, Problem Solving. With these three steps, you'll get into the bathroom every time." [starts straining] "Which is important. Especially if you wait until the very last second to go!" [busts out comic book] "Into the breach!" [Heads out the door]

Lincoln: "Luna? A little traveling music?" Luna: "You got it, bro. One, two, three!" [starts jamming on her guitar and fulfills her brother's request.] [Lincoln begins his journey down the hallway to the bathroom.] Lucy: "Hey, Lincoln, you wanna hear my poem?" Lincoln: "I do, but I have a pressing engagement." [His funny sister Luan stops him in his tracks.] Luan: ""Lincoln! Smell my new flower!" [squirts water from flower, but Lincoln ducks just in the nick of time.] Lincoln: "Ha! Did you really think I'd fall for-" Luan: [suddenly squirts water from a flower on her left shoe into Lincoln's mouth.] "It's not easy being this good." [laughs] Lynn: "Clear the track!" [Lincoln does a spit take and gets out of the way for Lynn.] Lynn: "Comin' through!" [plays a bizarre sport involving wearing a football helmet, riding a motorbike, and hitting a tennis ball with a hockey stick; crashes into wall.] "SCORE!!!" [Lincoln tries to continue but is stopped by his little sister Lola.] Lola: "Hold it, Lincoln. Play 'Fashion Photographer' with me!" Lincoln: "I would Lola, but I really have to-" Lola: "YOU PLAY, OR I'LL TELL MOM YOU WERE READING COMICS ON THE ROOF IN YOUR UNDERWEAR AGAIN!" Lincoln: [makes an embarrassed side glance to the viewers and then starts taking photos of Lola as she poses for the camera.] "Work the camera! Uh-huh! That's it! Show me what you got!" Lily: [walking in the background] "Poo-poo!" Lincoln: "Who's a beauty queen?" [enter Lola's twin Lana carrying a pile of mud in her hands.] Lana: "Lincoln!" Lola: "Hey! I'm working here!" Lana: "Check out my mud pie! It's nice and squishy!" [squishes it and smears it all over Lola's face.] Lincoln: [with too much pressure] "Gotta go!" [continues] Lucy: [out of nowhere] "Now?" Lincoln: "Still pressing!" [leaps over his little sister Lisa who is writing a mathematical formula on the wall.] "Don't forget to carry the 1!"[she glances at him] Leni: [trying to use the vacuum cleaner] "Does anyone know how to turn on this sucky thingy?" [turns it on but also vacuums up Lincoln's shirt and pants leaving him in just his underwear now.] "Got it!" [Lincoln is almost in the bathroom, but his oldest sister Lori cuts in front of him and refuses to let him in.] Lori: "Beat it, twerp." Lincoln: [hopping around] "Come on, Lori! No fair! I was here first!" Lori: "Well, I was born first!" [shuts herself in the bathroom.] [As Lincoln has to endure the pressure even longer, Lucy walks over.] Lucy: "It looks like you have time now." [commences poem] "My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love" [While she recites her poem, every word from it causes Lincoln to feel even more pressure and have to go even worse than before; suddenly, Lily walks by with a full diaper and the stink nauseates Lincoln.] Lincoln: "Ugh! Could clear a room!" [gets an idea] "Could clear a room! Time to put the third P: Problem Solving into action."

[In the bathroom, Lori is applying lipstick until she hears Lincoln opening the door.] Lori: [irked] "I said I was-" [suddenly sees something horrifying and gasps.] "What are you doing with that?" [The door closes and whatever is occurring cannot be seen, but it only causes Lori to panic.] Lori: [terrified] "Lincoln, I'm warning you! Keep that thing away from me! Lincoln! LINCOLN!" [opens the door and runs out in horror.] "AAAAHHHH!!!" [Lincoln comes out wearing the vacuum's nozzle like a gas mask and Lynn's football helmet for protection; his other sisters look on in bewilderment and Lincoln reveals that he held Lily's dirty diaper by Lynn's hockey stick as a way to chase Lori out of the bathroom.] Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lola, Lana, and Lisa: [elated] "YAY!!!" Lucy: [nonchalantly] "Yay..." [A giggling Lily scurries across the hall now naked; Lincoln then tosses his literal baby sister's soiled padding into the trash.] Lincoln: [wrapping up] "Like I said, surviving in a big family can be challenging. But it's not impossible. Now, if you'll excuse me...pressing engagement!" [closes door to finally use the toilet.] "AWW, YEAH! WOO, SWEET RELIEF! WOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!!! [notices something] "Hey! We're out of toilet paper! Guys! There's no toilet paper! Someone! Can someone bring me a new roll?!" [Unfortunately for him, his sisters are causing too much of a ruckus in the hall to hear his pleas.] Lincoln: "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! ANYONE! PLEASE!!! HELP!!!" [The title card for the show and its creator, either the original design or the final version for it, pops up for the Loud House.]

this is retribution sent down to me for the crime of sending my brother as much of the bee movie script as would fit into a tumblr ask and making his blog glitchy as fuck for about a month after he answered the ask

[applesandbannas747]

lisTEN I knowwwww it’s like 42 years after you posted, but I was too stubborn about these pieces to settle for anything less than a full collection of all my thoughts (and some of my incoherent screaming too lmfao) so thank you for bearing with me XD but oh my god I genuinely cannot express to you how much it means to me that you liked Dead Hearts enough to draw art for it—like for my stories to inspire such beautiful art into creation is just overwhelmingly amazing and I will always be in awe over that TT.TT And the fact that you took Fall Out Boy and Fence—two of my favorite things in the world—and tied them together!!! DELIGHTS me beyond all comprehension and reason. I really never thought there was any way for Fall Out Boy to mean any more to me than they already did, but motherfuckeR you played me for a fool and wove such bright and radiant emotions into the new album by connecting it so gorgeously and carefully to this art set—truly, it’s overwhelmingly amazing and just beyond words

The first piece with Seiji holding the heart!! I am OBSESSED with it dude like it is perfection itself. This was my phone screen for months and it probably will be again in the future tbh it’s just got EVERYTHING from the vibes to the lyrics to the beauty jsdfa I love it so much. I so love how cohesive your pieces always are—like they look like they belong together in a way I know takes a lot of thought and skill to make happen, and it’s an aspect of your art that I always notice and associate with you. Like you’d be bomb as fUCK at art portfolios and samplings and shit because the collections you create are always so beautifully tied together in a way that makes all the pieces build on each other even though they all stand alone gorgeously too. I don’t know if I make sense, but trust me, I’m right and you’re incredibly talented. I really adore the textured canvas you used that looks like water color paper and how the brushes you use and the way you color and shade really feels like watercolor too—I’m sure I’ve said it before because it is something I love so much about your style, but water color is one of my favorite aesthetics and I am obsessed with that way you translate that into digital art. In this piece, I love the billowing clouds of darkness blooming in from all the edges and reaching toward the center—I loveeee how they’re colored like seeping ink into heavy paper, and the speckles over them like stars are so pretty and perfect. I also love how the clouds overlap in places and you can see that little overlap in edges like you do when wet ink layers over an edge of dry ink. Just so so cool in a tactile way. And I adore the inverse speckles of black and white where the white stars are most prominent over the clouds and the black splatters are most noticeable over the blank paper. And one more thing about the night sky clouds, I love how some of them start to reach over Seiji and we see the background interacting with him and even slipping in front of him, like it’s a piece of his magic too. The bright light of the sunbeam is BRILLIANT omfg I just love the whole composition of this piece so much, and the sun framing Seiji’s head with the beams shooting off and cutting clean through all the clouds (except the ones reaching for Seiji!!) is so pretty, and the little moon and stars hung in the little windows made by the second circle around the beams is just soooo pretty.

And the LYRICS oh my god SO perfect jsfka I love the way they curve along that outer ring and the quote—and the second lifetime—is just absolutely stunning in how perfect it is here. And it really IS obvious with how Seiji’s framed that he’s the sunshine of Nick’s second lifetime TT.TT I’m emoTIONAL. And Seiji,,, oh my hell,,, he is just so serenely beautiful and I can’t cope with it at all. I also just love the unearthly, haunting beauty of him here because I so read it as Nick’s conceptualization of Seiji and it’s just so gorgeous. Seiji’s got a beautiful profile and it looks so lovely set against the bright glow—it’s such a striking image. The gently closed eyes are so pretty and I love the swath of shimmer over his eyelids and the sharp outline of his lashes. I very much appreciate you facing his head over his right shoulder so his mole is visible <3 and the shape of his eyebrow is so aesthetic jsfkjs I just really love how the set of them is relaxed but the shape of them is still sharp and pointy. His lips are so pretty too omgg I love the outline of them in profile and the soft expression on them. It’s very gentle in a way and serene, and also enigmatic because it’s both fully neutral and almost a smile. Ooooh and the swoop of his hair is perfection!! I love the sweep of his bangs and shape of the highlight pooling over them and how you define his bangs with that little bit of white following along the line art of them over forehead and into hair. PLUS the tiny little bit of hair sort of sticking up at the back of his skull is darling! And I fucking loveee the earrings!! The dangling black star burst to mimic the background is genius and the chain and cuff connected to it makes it even better—I seriously love that style! And it’s just the perfect accessory to his whole outfit!! You could be a fashion designer and I am not even kidding about it.

Seiji’s clothes here fit him so gorgeously and the vibe of them is absolutely perfect for his aesthetic. The wide collar that bares his neck fully paired with the simple black choker is a dream pairing. And the long trailing sleeves!! I love that shit to death!!! The shape of the openings of the sleeves are so good too!! I love the crisp upside down tear drop shape of the right sleeve. I just find the crisp cut of that shape really appealing lol and the drape of his other sleeve over his forearm is so pretty too and the way it folds and creases in the bend of his elbow has weight and thickness to it that just makes it feel real and believable. The way you use shading on the inside of the sleeve rather than crisp lines  really suits the shape of the sleeve and how it’s dripping over Seiji’s arm here. I just really love how wide and long his sleeves are, almost like a cloak of night around him. It gives such a lovely silhouette! I love the stars on his shoulders that lightly fall down his sleeves and chest; they do a really good job of matching the earrings and the background without overtaking the whole outfit, but rather enhancing it. Also love the splattering of dark spots on the lower left side of the piece and the furling smoky clouds higher on the right side that reach over the sunbeams to lick at Seiji. They just really subtly balance each other out and frame Seiji in a way that the viewer doesn’t necessarily even consciously register, but makes a difference subconsciously in creating the focal point of the piece and having the balance in it. And again with the specific brush and coloring techniques you use, I just love the way his shirt is colored with that really light wash of watered-down ink. I just love how the coloring is all consistent and even—it feels nebulas and antique and so perfectly ‘etherial witch’. And the corset!!! I love corsets; I just think they’re really pretty and by god is Seiji really pretty in them!!! I love the sharp V point of the bottom and the way it tapers the top into to rest of the outfit, giving it actual shape. The design up the corset is so pretty and enthralling! I always read it as tall trees with reaching branches and I really like how a couple little ‘roots’ show past the bottom edge and then how they all reach at different lengths over the top, not leaving an even line at all. And the piece is just as badass if read as veins of darkness instead! Once again, I love the cohesion across your vision for Seiji’s clothes and the fact that this piece fits in with the look book I commissioned is delightful! The choice for a lighter bottom works really well here and I like how the outfit is almost a gradient from dark top to the corset of light with dark branches to light pants. And now that I’m saying that, I can ALsO see this as his top tucked into the bottoms and the corset being hollow—entirely made up of the branches and gaps showing to the fabric underneath it (plus the support structure of it, but all that would of course be cleverly concealed within the design). Either way of reading it, it’s fucking gorgeous! Aaaa Seiji’s hands strung in silver threads of magic tangled in the heart!!! SO pretty!! I really love the pose because it all just feels very “beauty beyond comprehension captured in murals and stained glass in churches and shrines”. He really does look like some figure of worship with the heart as his symbol (and isn’t it lovely that it’s Nick’s heart?) There’s something so lovely and regal in the whole positioning, and the way his hands float around the heart, almost cupping it, with sting winding all around fingers and wrists is just,,, so pretty. I love every detail of it so fucking much. This entire piece is just unreal in its beauty, I cannot explain it. But, man, deadass when I think of Dead Hearts, this is the image that I see in my mind

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And the scene of Nick digging his own grave!! God it’s just so pretty and atmospheric,, like it has that tragic and haunting brand of creepiness…more like macabre** than truly creepy, but my point is that it’s beautiful and I love every aspect of the scene you built here! Once again, the heavy paper texture of the canvas and the watercolor wash of the the base is so appealing to me and it works like impossibly well with Dead Hearts and graveyard scenes!! As always, your ability to build a scene like a frame out of a black and white animation is incredible! I love the perspective and positioning of Nick and his grave—like the way the foreground has a tombstone and some tufts of grass with flowers and some bushes pushing into the frame, even blocking a little corner of Nick’s grave rather than having our view of him completely unhindered and straight forward is so fantastic at grounding us in the scene, making us feel like we’re actually there. And the gravestones and wrought iron gate visible in the background adds to the scene as well, fleshing it all out and continuing it instead of just cutting off. So yeah. I will forever and always be blown away by the way you build scenes . Oh MAN nick’s grave looks so cool!! I love how it’s opening up at us, stretching like a yawning maw from the perspective so it widens nearer us, like it’s welcoming us to step in. And the lines denoting the depth are really ominous in the best way!! I love how morbid it feels haha and the dirt piled up on the sides and the little tufts of grass still reaching over the gravestone are great details as well!! And then Nick looks so perfect ughhh I LOVE it. I love how the features of his face disappear because it feels Right for this moment for those personal, human details to be fading and this little glimpse we see of him here is almost showing us an echo more than a man. But you can still see the seams holding him together <33 I love that. And the ripped jeans and black tank top!! Absolutely ICONIC!! And I love the floof of his hair!! Also the pose/image of him digging up his own grave is just so good and ugh you captured it beautifully the moonbeam cutting across is also so pretty and I love how dark the scene is and how starkly that light cuts through it and also gleams/shines off that headstone near us—it’s just so pretty!! And I love the lyrics you chose to pair this with and how you wrote them! Like the cursive heaven sweeping across the page is so pretty and I just so love how dead-end and melancholic that line is with this picture. You brought Nick’s death to life TT.TT 

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I know I already mentioned it last year but I am still so absolutely in awe of the way you casually predicted and captured scenes in these next two drawings before I even posted them—and you got them so fucking right!! I am just forever losing it over this whole set because holy hell you said ‘lemme just read your mind’ and then did. 

Seiji waking up alone in bed only to look over and see the remnants of Nick is just so beautiful and I love the soft fall of his hair and the sharp lines of his face and the hesitant look on his face, like he knows something is up and that dread is collecting in the pit of his stomach jaskdf the tiny little almost-reach of his hand toward their book is just so good!! And every detail of it is perfection. Like the bookmark sticking out of the book, obviously just began and far from finished?? And the rose still carefully kept by Seiji’s bed, but beginning to lose petals? So so melancholy and pretty and perfectly representative of the moment and the mood TT.TT Also love the fancy clock and little details on the nightstand! They’re so good!! And his tea too <33 And the big thick folds of his blankie look so comfy and nice, I love it—and I love the shading all through the blanket and on Seiji! It’s so pretty!! And again, the mood is just perfectly captured and communicated in every detail, line, and choice of shading. Like, I love the black encroaching all around Seiji, bleeding in at the corners and leaving him and the nightstand both in partial light!! You’ve got an amazing eye for composition, it’s truly incredible. And ugh Seiji truly is the prettiest!! I love his pajamas here too—you managed to make even them look elegant and pretty lmfao and for real love the position of that hand—how tentative and delicate it is and ugh it’s lovely and painful <33 and his expression of my GOSH too perfect!! The little part in his lips and press of his eyebrows,,, it’s too much, im crying!! And the sharp cheekbones with the shading underneath is striking as well!! I know I’m all over the place, but there’s just so much beauty to look at and speak on and I am just OWO trying to look everywhere at once but I hope you understand how absolutely perfect this is TT.TT

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Ughhh and Seiji kneeling at Nick’s grave,,, the absolute grief and heartbreak in his hunched shoulders and fallen head are magnificent, and I love the messy lines of his magic like tangled webs binding him, and his pretty hand weaving its useless magic over Nick’s dead heart <33 it’s just such a lovely scene you captured here and the emotion is just overwhelmingly tragic. I love how the canvas is black and the art is in stark white on top—an inverse to the rest of the set that helps tell the story so perfectly. And man the shovel left standing alone at the edge of the grave is such a perfect detail to drive home the loneliness of Nick’s final act. I also really love Seiji’s outfit here—the trailing cloak with the zodiac in the corner and the poet’s sleeves are always bangers and they cast such a dramatic and pretty silhouette here!! The vague form in the grave is also disturbing af and I love it! Seiji’s form over it just makes it even better <3 seriously the bowed head and crossing strings and rounded shoulders and broken magic at his fingertips are lovely and tell the whole story TT.TT You can see Seiji’s love in the devastation of his figure bent over Nick’s grave and it’s beautiful TT.TT

I cannot fit into any amount of words how deeply I love this set and how much it means to me that you felt compelled to draw it jsdfa it is gorgeous beyond my comprehension and I wish I could ever hope to properly convey that 💜💜💜 thank you a million times for bringing Dead Hearts to life TT.TT <33

Had 4 hours on the train with only some fanfic pdf’s and the new fall out boy album on repeat 🫣

[kpophubb]

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♡ jungwon’s kisses are the kisses that happen once in a blue moon, but they are the type of kisses that make the stars wanna crawl up to the sky and glow the night alight.

♥︎ pecks with him are really adorable and heart melting- his lips are feathery soft and they brush against yours even seconds after the contact, but he gets shy immediately after the contact and refuses to look at you in the face. From the way his ears perk up and turn red and his rosy cheeks come in display, you’re quickly aware of how shy and cute he gets afterwards.

♡ however, when he’s in the mood and kissing you fr, which is rare, you feel his dominance in every inch of your body. His mouth is an addictive drug, those sweet lips parting and swiftly moving inside yours, making you feel dizzy in the head and weak in the knees from the effect. He buries his fingers in your hair, bringing your face closer to his so your taste gets more intense and caresses your chin and jaw with his other free hand. His touch is delicate and admiring, one that delivers his unwavering affection for you and his awe for your beauty. When he kisses you, it’s as if he annihilates everything around you, your mind goes blank like he’s the only thing existing in your world.

♥︎ jungwon has a habit of whispering I love yous against your lips when his ones are pressed to yours. Because he feels flustered to look you in the eye and confess to you directly, he does that when he’s promising you how much he loves you by fumbling short and sweet parade of confessions in between his intense kisses.

♡ he retreats from your lips momentarily a lot, to use his thumb to stroke your cheek gently and gazing at you with the intimacy that pulls you in and drowns you in his presence. He loves to intertwine your fingers together and hold your hands while kissing you to stay connected to you as deeply as possible.

♥︎ your romantic boyfriend has the tendency to push you against whatever surface is behind you, the wall or the counter, anything to press his body completely against yours and feel your beating heart against his chest. His own heart beat is always so loud, it always adds the background melody during your kissing moments. His hot breaths fanning your cheeks, his arms wrapped securely around your waist and your hands? He always urges you to drape your hands around his neck to cling closer and closer till your breaths collide in harmony. His kisses leave your heart fluttering for decades and centuries, and make you gasp for more. Your every inhale, dominated by his scent. Your every exhale, screaming his name and his name alone.

♡ he’s someone who gets really embarrassed if you ever talk about it later. Will avoid that conversation at all costs and pretend to be bold about it, but in reality it makes his heart skips three beats at once. Jungwon always changes the topic and pretends to be asleep and not hear you, whenever you start describing your kisses. And ofc, you do that all the time to tease him. (But don’t tease him too much, cause it will backfire ;) )

♥︎ He barely ever asks for kisses because it’s out of his style to, and plus he’s very shy to verbally get the words out “I want a kiss”. So you always see him using vague hints like tugging at your sleeve and giving you needy kitten eyes, playing with the hair at the sides of your face and just blinking too much at a time to pass his request silently. That’s when you know, your cute catboy wants a kiss. Most times, he just boldly walks up to you and presses a kiss on your lips randomly, leaving your face a reddish mess. He want it? He got it. 😏

♡ but what happens when you ask for a kiss? Baby boy pretends to unsee you. Totally ignores you to make you secretly whine for it. You follow him around but he just plays oblivious. Until you finally voice it out that “wonie kiss me.” The words have quite a big impact on him because he literally chokes on air. But he doesn’t give you a kiss immediately. Makes you sulk and pout for it and then giggles and laughs at you for being so so adorable ! 🥺

♥︎ he’s someone who never, EVER kisses you in front of others, especially the boys. Because they tease him so much, first, and second, he cringes sm to display his affection for you in public. However, whenever you guys get even a minute privacy, he will be quick to hold your hand and brush your fingers together. Touching shoulder to shoulder, and when you lean your head on his, he kisses the top of your head from utmost affection. Plays with your fingers and smiles into your ears, the sound sending shivers down your spine and the dimples popping out burning it’s sweet image into your memory.

♡ jungwon loves to kiss your hand the most. Whether that be the back of your hand, or even your knuckles, he loves pressing his soft lips against your flesh. Kissing each finger and holding them delicately, tracing with his eyes everywhere his mouth lands to memorize the nooks and crannies of your artsy- hands that he loves so much.

♥︎ he’s that one person who kisses you in your sleep the most. Since he gets awkward and flushed to kiss you when you’re awake, he basks you in his love dripping from his sweet lips when you’re asleep. First, he kisses your forehead and tucks the loose hair behind your ear. Next, his thumb travels down to your cheek and chin, and he kisses the spaces softly before kissing your nose and finally pressing his mouth into your plush lips tenderly. His kisses are filled with blind awe and over pouring love, and every little gesture and facial expression of his prove that. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and just absorbs the moment, letting your closeness sink it. He also loves to kiss your collarbone when he’s resting his head on your chest while you both stay cuddled up to sleep.

♡ and what happens when you’re the one who initiates the kiss? He becomes a walking strawberry. Jungwon’s so bashful that he needs to cover his face with his palm. His boba eyes immediately light up and crinkle because he’s unable to conceal his precious smile. Can’t even contain the butterflies inside his stomach from running wild and it’s evident. Will act like a baby and even stutter with his speech because the whole kiss tampers with his mind all day. Can’t even glance at you without malfunctioning. ( How cute. T.T )

♥︎ neck kisses with jungwon are either lovable or straight up hot. There’s no in between. When it’s more on the innocent side, he will lightly press his lips in the space between your neck and shoulders while back hugging you. Or when you’re sitting in between his legs and he’s facing you, he will kiss your neck really gently and bury his face in the space, wrapping his arms around your torso like your small baby curled up in your embrace. His giggles vibrating against your skin and fluffy hair tickling your jawline, you can’t help but smile at the heart melting scene. But, when he’s feeling himself, prepare to burn your heart with temptation alive. You can feel the wetness of his lips travel down to all your sensitive spaces, while his nose brushes against each inch, each motion sending chilly shivers down your spine. He kisses your jaw, your chin, your neck & collarbones and drags it down to even sweeter places.

♡ all in all, jungwon doesn’t kiss ALOT but when he does, it does to you ALOT. Especially when he’s back from a long tour and has missed you so much, he can be up the whole night cuddling you and kissing you nonstop that’s unlike himself. It’s as if his kisses are oxygen and you’re dying to breathe. Jungwon truly makes you realize that, A kiss is indeed a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

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For @boowoowho 𝗧~𝗧 <𝟯 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗰 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻! After all, it’s the undeniable law in jw lane that if I suffer because of yang jungwon? You have to suffer too </3 hope YOU ENJOY AND SMILE WHILE READING THIS!! ❤️

𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 & 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾! ^~^ :)

[jujutsukatsuki]

Toxic Eren x Reader fic for funsies <3

TW: substance abuse, overdose, rockstar!eren, Eren sings a Fall out boy song, cheating, Angsty

‘Y/n, if you’ve gotten this letter, it means I’m finally working the steps. When I first met you, I asked you if you could love me at worst. With bright eyes and a beautiful smile, you told me you’d love me until I was dead. That question has been haunting me since that night. I never figured it out why until now. You can love me at my worst, but I can’t love you at my worst.

You were everything to me. My moon, my sun, my stars. You loved me more than anyone ever had. I fell in love with you in the beginning in the wrong ways.

I was in love because I was high.

I told you I loved you because I wanted to fuck you. I realized how bad of a issue I’ve become. All the money I threw away to make sure my habits were filled. I was too fucked up to give any kind fuck.

I know I hurt you that night you found me on bathroom floor. I know I scared you. I’m sorry for all the lies I told, like I wasn’t cheating on you, like I wasn’t doing pills. I’m sorry.

I wish you could have met me before all the drugs. Before I burnt every bridge I had. Before I drank myself to sleep every night. Before the fame and glory.

I’m sorry for all the fights I caused and places I got us kicked out of. The jealous moments I had, watching you with Armin, how natural the chemistry between the two of you was, I lost my composure. I shouldn’t have hit him. Not when hours later I was fucking some girl whose name I didn’t know.

I’m sorry it got this bad. I’m sorry I got this bad.

I love you so much. I love the way you cared for me. The way you’d hold me and tell me you’d follow me to a graveyard. I want to go back and shake you, tell you to run before I ruin you. Tell you that I’ll hurt you.

You tried to save me but now you need to let me go. Please. Move on. Armin told me you’re waiting for me. Please don’t. Don’t do that to yourself.

I love you Y/n. But please move on. - Eren’

You look at the letter in your hand. The car radio is playing in the background. Armin let’s out a small breath.

“You okay?”

“No.” You whisper before setting the letter down. You buckle up and start to drive, turning the radio up. Of course it’s his song. You listen to his voice fill your car.

“We’re the kids who feel like dead ends.”

“Eren put me down!” You squeal. You had met Eren just a few hours before. Now here you were, him swinging you around before collapsing under the big oak tree on campus.

“Fine, fine.” He laughs as you both now lay in the soft grass, watching clouds blow by.

He tells you that he wants to be a musician, that he wants fame and glory. Words are falling out of his mouth faster than his brain can react. Eren is telling you about how his mother and father are in a loveless marriage and how he’d rather die than end up like them.

“The record just won’t stop skipping and the lies just won’t stop slipping and besides, my reputations on the line.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Eren screams at his crew that’s currently working on his newest music video. He had been sober for a few hours, longest he had been. He was out of drugs and was turning into an asshole.

“How long have you been sober?” Armin asks him as he sulks in his make up chair.

“Few days.” This is a lie that Armin sees through it but doesn’t say anything.

“Please put the doctor on the phone cause I’m not making any sense.”

He had disappeared into the bathroom hours ago after a fight. Finally you get the courage to go check on him. Pressing your ear to the door gives you zero answers. It’s silent. You fear the worst.

“Eren?! Eren!!” You scream and begin pounding on the door. Nothing.

You grab your phone and start to dial 9-1-1. Armin leaves his room to check what’s going on. He decides to break the door. The lady on the other end of the phone is asking you questions you only answer after her second time asking most of them.

Eren is laying on the ground, a puddle of puke next to him, his skin is ghostly white. Eyes half lidded. You scream and sob as you kneel next to him, cradling his body in your arms as you cry for him to wake up until the ambulance gets there.

“We can fake it for the airwaves. Force our smiles baby, half dead. From comparing myself to everyone else around me.”

The song fades out as you drive, tears are rolling down your cheeks, Armin glances to you. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. The radio cuts the silence.

“Rockstar Eren Yeager has entered rehab after a rumored long time substance and Alcohol abuse. This is coming after the news of his overdose three months ago where it’s said that his long time girlfriend, Y/n Y/l, and manager Armin Arlert, found him on the bathroom floor of the house all three of them share.”