#then literally everyone at my college that passes by the main hallway to their classes

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I hope the jermites enjoy this

[happypopcornprincess]

Reds and Greens

Pairings - soccer!player Mickey Garcia X fem!Reader (college AU)

Premise - It's the final soccer match at university, the biggest one. You are there to support your team and your best friend Mickey. Will they bring the cup home?

the inspiration behind this post came from this post by @fanboygarcia honestly, watching pictures of Danny playing football gave me this crazy idea, and I hope y'all like it!

My Main Masterlist || Mickey Garcia Masterlist

University, 2018

"...all compounds that contain a benzene ring possess special stability. Certain other compounds lack a benzene ring yet satisfy the criterion of special stability and are classified as non-benzenoid aromatic compounds and…” You loved chemistry, you really did. But right now? You wanted to be anywhere but here.

Your legs bounced subconsciously as you tapped your pen on your notebook, the page empty. Your eyes traveled to the wall clock, 4:16.

The match started an hour ago. Mickey will be playing.

He had been practicing like a madman for this match. Skipping classes, staying up late, and almost ripping his hair out overthinking the outcome was a daily occurrence. But you were there to keep him in check. 

Every day that passed with him crashing into your place after practice, the line of being just friends blurred between the two of you. The hopeless crush that you had on him ever since the two of you met kept on growing. He didn’t make it any easier.

His kind heart, his goofy jokes. And his eyes, oh, his eyes! The way they sparkled as he told you about his day, how they softened every time he petted Reuben’s cat. You could swear you once caught him looking at you in class.

 He fought through the worst in order to be a star on his team and the pride of your university. You need to be there for him.

You look to your right to find Reuben looking in your direction, his brow furrowed in frustration.

And then you hear the bell ring.

What the…

You sat up in shock as the rest of your class, wondering how it rang four minutes early, but you wasted no time. The lecturer looked around in bewilderment as you leapt off your seat, grabbed your bag, and ran out along with everyone else. The hallway was filled with students running towards the exit leading to the soccer ground, Reuben right next to you.

This was the finals, and if your college team wins this match, they will be bringing home the cup after 6 years.

“I’ll save you a seat at the front!” he shouts and sprints ahead. You struggle to keep your bag on your shoulder as you run with the huge notebook Mickey gifted you last week.

“This weighs a literal ton!” you grunted as you picked up the notebook off your bed, as he was splayed on the other side of it.

“Hey! You’ll have all your formulas and notes in one place at least! Remember that one time I had to search your entire dorm room to find your formula book?” He yawns and turns to his side wrapping your blanket around him.

It brings back memories of your first year at uni. You were still new friends and Mickey helped you search your room from top to bottom because you lost your formula book.

“Thanks.” you smiled, looking at him, but he was already asleep. He had been sleeping in your dorm room ever since his team started late-night practices.

"Thanks for everything," you huffed.

You feel a hand that nudges the strap of your backpack up your shoulder, and you turn to see Natasha smirking at you.

“Where were you?” you ask her, as she wasn’t in the class before.

“Electronics operating room.” She smirked, picking up pace as you got out of the building, the crowd moving towards the ground.

“What were you doing there?”

She tilts her head, looking at you as if you knew what she had done.

The realization hits you. “You rang the bell!” you gasp.

She laughed in retaliation and grabbed your hand, practically dragging you through the sea of people.

Your alma mater's flags were displayed all around you, red and white with a lion symbol. The rival team’s green and black could be seen from across the field in the opposite stands. You climb the ramp up to the seats, looking at the first row. You find Reuben standing on three of them, the people around him shouting at him to back off. Upon reaching the spot, Natasha gave everyone around her a death glare and they all settled down.

Reuben squeezes your shoulders, passing you a DIY flag with an ice cream stick as its pole. “I spent three dollars on it, you better not lose it, ” you give him a look and he just shrugs and laughs.

Your eyes instantly searched for the number 11 on the field among the green and red scattered on the ground. 

And there he was.

Red jersey with its back to you, the letters GARCIA written on the back in bold white. He stood with his hands on his hips, looking around at his teammates as the captain shouted to take positions. You pleaded with him to wear a headband, but he refused, and now his hair was a mess.

The whistle blows, and you look at the scoreboard to see you are down 1-3. You squirmed in your seat praying for some miracle. This was terrible.

“It’s still early, there is time.” Reuben squeezed your leg, giving you a brave smile.

Your spirits do not change, despite the fact that you can see all around you people's spirits waning.

“C’mon Mickey,” you whispered under your breath, clutching your hands nervously.

It was a significant match for him. Hell, everyone on the team had been waiting for an opportunity like this for ages. The panelists for the finals included some of the most influential people in football, as well as an ex-coach of an iconic FIFA team. Winning the finals would be a direct hit on his resume for applications to the US Navy.

It terrified you, how he managed to be so calm at this point.

The whistle blows and the ball is passed around, the opponent team trying their hardest to keep it away from the reds. They had every single player playing defense covered while their striker took the ball toward the net like it was nothing.

“Come on Garcia!” a shout erupts from behind you, and your eyes find him running towards the striker at full speed from the other side of the field, the green opposing him any chance they got. But he deflected every single one of them. And as the striker was about to score a goal that would have been a walk in the park, Mickey kicked the ball away, sweeping it under his feet and running the other way.

You stand up along with literally everyone in the stands, the cheerleaders in front of you grabbing their pom-poms, as you witness Mickey score a goal.

The stadium erupts in cheers and the Reds are called in for a talk with the coach.

“Two more points and we win!" Natasha tackles you in a bear hug.

The game resumed, the ball being passed between the greens and the reds for a good twenty minutes, but not a single goal. But then, a green got the ball, and as soon as that happened, their captain nodded to two of his teammates standing next to him. 

Even before it happened, you saw what the greens were about to do. The two defenders stood a few feet in front of Mickey, and one ran to his back. From the ground, Mickey had no idea what was happening but everyone in the stands could clearly see they were surrounding him.

“Mickey run!” Reuben’s voice boomed across the stands, and he turned to see you three standing in the front. Confusion seared on his face but he sensed what was happening as soon as he heard Reuben. He turned away from the green, running towards another teammate - TELLER - and together the two hurdled to the ball, sparring with the green with their feet.

Everyone held their breath as they saw two reds facing off with a green ball somewhere between them.

And then it rolled out from behind him, towards the goal, and Teller kicked it in the air. The ball spun in a curve, passing every green surrounding it, and hitting the goal.

Mickey tackled Teller in a hug as the reds surrounded them. The cheerleaders screamed, running forward and doing their dance.

Your heart raced with adrenaline watching the scoreboard turn 3-3.

One goal and the trophy would be yours.

There were five minutes left.

The game halted as the teams ran to their coaches, forming a circle and discussing the next step.

Natasha and Reuben looked around to see their classmates ready with their flags, some wearing the sigil, and some throwing popcorn around. They were hyped beyond their selves, ready to celebrate if they won.

The game resumed.

For the opponent, the main target was now to block the Reds from scoring no matter what, and that’s what they did most of the time.

But your captain, WOOD, stood his ground as the reds took on the greens. It was a screaming match on the bleachers, a sea of supporters shouting for their teams. Their spirits lifted as Mickey and Teller now led the attack, positioned as strikers.

They weaved through the greens, slipping the ball between them. Reds let them go, preventing greens from reaching the pair. Nearing the goal, the goalkeeper slapped his knees ready to catch the ball. The shouts grew as Teller passed the ball to Mickey as a green tackled him, with 2 minutes left on the clock.

Mickey kicks it with all his might.

The goalkeeper jumps to the right, and the ball curves to the left, hitting the net.

Score: 4-3.

You were deafened by the shouts that erupted the next second. Reds tackle Mickey and Teller in a group hug, jumping around. 

Several people jumped the barricade to enter the field. It was like second nature as you jumped, running towards Mickey with all your might.

He separates himself from his teammates, and runs to you, picking you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing.

And it was as if time had stopped.

Every glance, every accidental touch, every hand holding, and the knowing smile, as well as how your hearts beat a bit faster when the other was near, flashed before your eyes.

Does he…

Mickey didn’t give you a chance to ponder the question brewing in your mind, as he crashed his lips on yours.

His arms wrap around your waist as he puts you down on the ground, your hands grasping the nape of his neck as you steady yourself.

Well, what you have been dreaming about ever since you met this guy was finally happening. Might as well enjoy it.

Shouts and applause erupt all around you. Natasha and Reuben, both the loudest, finally watch their friends confess their feelings.

After a while, he let go of you, caressing your face with a tender touch.

“Hi,” he says, grinning.

“Hi,” you reply, your face heating up.

“We won.”

“I know!”

Breathless, he finally says, “I like you. A lot.”

You bit your lip. “I like you too.”

“I know!”

He holds you closer. “Was that cherry chapstick you’re wearing?”

You laughed out loud as you kissed him again, this time holding his face between your palms.

—-- 

Present day

You never lost the stick flag that Reuben bought at the game.

It was taped to the framed photo of the Reds in 2018 holding the winning cup, Mickey and Teller being the ones holding it above their heads.

Next to it was another photo, you both dressed in white, smiling at each other after you read your vows. It was your favorite, along with the one with Nat and Reuben from your college days.

He was on leave today. You sat on a blanket with him.

Laid out in the back of your shared home overlooking the ocean, Mickey ran his fingers through your hair. You looked forward to days like these every week. As you both finished your work, you sat in your backyard watching the California sunset. Your mind drifted back to his last football game, the day everything changed between you.

Mickey nudges your face, “what are you thinking, cariño?”

“Your last game at uni.” you look at him, smiling in the way you could see it in his eyes as he reminisces about the day.

A smile spreads across his face as he kisses your temple. "You were the coolest thing that happened to me that day," he says as he holds you tighter.

You roll your eyes and poke him playfully. “You are a soppy romantic, Mr. Garcia.”

He pinches your cheeks in response, “Only for you, Mrs. Garcia.”

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are most welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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Lovedust Pt.3 || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: Y/N catches the eye of one of her male classmates who invites her to an upcoming party. As she weighs her options, Peter takes her out for a treat but old history comes back up. 

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I hope everyone is safe during this crazy time. Remember: Wear a mask, wash your hands, and only leave your house for necessities! You can literally stay at home and read fanfiction all day and you would be saving lives! I introduced a new male character and I’ll be real, Joshua Bassett needs to be appreciated so I put him in! However, for the character Josh you can think of any celeb or crush you have if you want! 

Warnings: Adult language, mentions of sex

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || 

part seven || part eight || epilogue

When Monday rolled around, all you wanted to do was stay home. You felt that there was too much going on to just go on autopilot for eight hours at school when all you could think about was how to fix Peter.

While you had decided that you would at least be nice to him, there was still a small part of you that was worried about what would happen if he never got better. 

How much of your relationship would change and worst of all, what would happen to his ‘superhero’ duties?

If you were really the only thing running through his mind, how would he even function saving lives?

As much as you wanted to sit and worry about him, you knew you needed to get your own life together before you started fixing other people like going to school.

You went to college-prep academy which really just meant that everyone had to wear uniforms to kill all individualistic forms of expression and pay ridiculous tuition to learn. 

You really didn’t mind since most of your classes were ridiculously easy but a lot of your classmates were spoiled monsters who liked to flaunt their rich last name.

Lucky for you, Stark was pretty hard to beat.

Once you slipped your blazer on, you grabbed the straps of your backpack and walked out into the kitchen to pack your lunch where Peter was already awake, making breakfast.

Usually, by this time, Peter would already be on his way to school on the subway but your dad and Banner thought it would be best for him to stay at the complex so they could run more tests on him.

Peter took his attention off of the stove and drew his eyes towards you, his face already flushed red as he tried not to stare below your skirt,” Y/N! You look really pretty in your uh- uniform.”

At this point, you knew that whatever words that came out of Peter’s mouth wasn’t his fault so you decided to roll with it. You were so used to him always giving you snarky replies about your school uniform but now, you didn’t have to waste your energy thinking of a comeback.

You hummed as you leaned over the kitchen island to grab a piece of bacon that was off to the side,” And you look really pretty in your pajamas Parker. How are you holding up? Are they getting any closer into figuring out how to stop your chest pains?”

Ever since Peter first made contact with the lovedust, he had been complaining about how tight his chest was feeling. It seemed like a normal side effect since it would happen whenever you were close to him but as days passed, his chest started to hurt more every time you weren’t around.

You felt guilty knowing that you going to school would literally cause him pain but at the same time, you couldn’t adjust your whole life around Peter.

Peter shook his head as he swallowed hard,” No not yet but I’m sure they’ll figure out something soon... I packed your lunch by the way. It’s over there by the sink.”

You looked over towards the sink and sure enough, your lunch bag that you hadn’t used since freshman year was neatly packed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that your school had really good chicken pesto on Mondays so you gladly looked through the lunch bag to see what was inside.

As you looked through it, you could see a white piece of lined paper folded and taped against a small packet of Oreos. Peter noticed that you had found the note and this time, his face grew redder.

“ You can throw it away if you want, I thought it would be nice or whatever,” Peter said quietly as he walked over to where you were standing.

He reached for your lunch bag but you tensed up, pulling it towards your chest,” Aw, come on Parker, please? Technically, this note is like mail and you know it’s a federal crime to tamper with it.”

Peter bit the inside of his cheek and nodded as he rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs. You had never seen Peter ever this flustered before and a part of you felt guilty that you were the reason he was so nervous but a part of you liked the attention.

You had to remind yourself that once Peter was cured, it gave him free rein to possibly be the same dick as before. At least for now, you liked being friends with Peter.

“ I gotta go now but I’ll see you after school,” You finally said as you put your backpack on and walked over to the elevator,” try not to die or anything.”

“ I’ll do my best, have a good day,” Peter smiled as he suddenly remembered something,” oh, make sure you bring an umbrella, it’s supposed to rain today.”

You checked your phone to look at the weather for the afternoon but saw that it was supposed to be bright and sunny all day,” I’m sure it’ll be fine, bye Parker.”

Once you made it all the way downstairs to the main entrance, you looked behind your shoulder to make sure no one was behind you before rummaging through your lunch bag. You took out the note Peter had written to you and even though you didn’t even open it yet, you already felt your stomach twisting and turning.

You had a feeling it would be him saying how pretty you looked or how much he loved you since he was under his lovey trance but when you opened up the note, you felt yourself smile.

Thank you for not being weird about everything that’s going on. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. P.S I love it when you call me Parker

                                                      -------

School dragged on and on and by the time the last bell had rung, you felt like you were on the verge of dropping out.

Any of your STEM classes weren’t as interesting or as challenging to you anymore, especially since you had a whole floor in your own house that was just laboratories filled with people who have actually won Nobel Prizes.  

Once you left class, you made your way straight to your locker and put your math textbook into your backpack. When you shut your locker, you looked up to see your friend Kim holding up her phone towards your face.

“ Hello to you too, what am I looking at?” You asked as you took her phone to get a better look at the screen,” is this a Snapchat invitation?”

“ Good, you can read,” Kim teased as she adjusted the straps of her backpack,” Amber is throwing a party on Saturday and we have to go!”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you handed the phone back to her. You didn’t hate parties but you much rather preferred smaller functions with all of your friends than a room filled with total strangers your age.

“ I thought we hated Amber and I’m pretty sure she hates us. She literally called you rat face when you were doing your presentation and you pushed her into the trashcan the other day,” You reminded Kim as your mind thought back to how much you disliked Amber.

If your school was the chocolate factory, Amber Kennedy was Veruca Salt. Anytime she pouted and whined about whatever new golden ticket she craved, she got it.

While Amber never anything specific towards you, anyone who disrespected your friend was an enemy in your book.

Kim rolled her eyes as the two of you made your way down the hallway,” Okay that’s true, I hate that bitch with every fiber of my being but I just need a mental break from school. Plus, it’ll be good for you to get yourself out there. I heard a certain lead singer in a band is looking forward to seeing you there.”

You knew right away who Kim was going on about but you only shrugged,” I don’t know who you’re talking about...Is it raining outside?”

Of course, she knew you were lying because there was only one guy you ever mentioned around her when you weren’t complaining about Peter.

Joshua- or Josh- was one of the few guys in your life who managed to not piss you off completely but that wasn’t the only thing you liked about him.

“ Let me refresh your memory; dark brown, curly-haired genius who sits behind you in Anatomy and according to you has ‘perfect brown eyes that make me want to jump off a bridge’?” Kim reminded you as you playfully hit her shoulder.

You were never the type to be boy crazy and you weren’t one of the girls who felt their knees buckle every time they saw him, but whenever he would wave or smile at you in class, you had to physically stop yourself from blushing like a schoolgirl.

In all honesty, you wouldn’t say you and Josh were friends, a better-suited term would be classmates that occasionally talked about things outside of school ever now and then. 

“ Look, as much as I would love to go to a party where I know no one and where the host hates me, I’m not going to go to a party just because Josh is going to be there. I don’t care how cute he is, I’m busy dealing with you know who,” You said as you heard someone chuckle behind you.

“ You think I’m cute?”

Your heart dropped to the floor as you turned around to see Josh standing behind you with a wide smirk on his face. You could feel your throat hitch as you quickly looked Josh up and down to make sure he was not a figment of your imagination.

It was nearly impossible for anyone to look good in a school uniform but of course, Josh managed to pull it off every time. His tie was loosely undone around his white collar and his sleeves were rolled up all the way to his elbows and you were 100% on board with it.

For a moment, you felt actual sympathy for Peter because now you understood how he must be feeling.

Without a second thought, you felt your binder slip out of your hands and once it hit the floor, your notes came out of the binder pocket.

You both took a moment to stare at the papers on the floor but Josh was the first one to bend down and pick some of them up.

You snapped out of your daze and kneeled down in front of him awkwardly as you helped him pick up your notes,” I’m sorry, you just startled me.”

Josh let out a small laugh as he shook his head,” Well, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was hoping to do the opposite actually. I was calling your name earlier but I guess you were too busy talking about...me.”

You pressed your lips together as you tried to avoid his gaze, as if that would help the blush fade away,” Yeah, about that, Kim was just telling me that you were planning to go to some party this weekend. Apparently, your band is playing right?”

You looked over your shoulder to look up at Kim but she was nowhere to be seen. Coward.

“ Amber’s party, yeah,” Josh said as you neatly put your stack of papers into your binder,” I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but were you saying that you aren’t going?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at Josh and you felt stupid for feeling so nervous around him.

 By all means, you were not in love with him and saying that he was your crush was pushing it a bit.

All you knew was that apparently, Josh had been asking about you and that alone made something inside of you click.

You cleared your throat as you nodded, tearing your eyes away from his,” I mean, I would love to go but I might have plans.”

“ That’s too bad, I was kinda hoping I would see you there,” Josh said quietly, his face slightly flushed,” but don’t worry about it. I’m sure whatever you have going on is more important than just some party.”

You didn’t even realize you were both reaching for the same page of notes until his hand rested against yours for a moment. Your heart stopped as you waited for him to pull his hand away but he kept it on top of yours.

After a few seconds passed, Josh held your hand tightly as he helped you stand up again. He gave your hand one last squeeze before he let his hand fall to the side.

What the hell is happening?

As much as you wanted to go to the party, all you could think about was Peter. You knew that more than ever, he needed you and if your dad needed your help in the lab, you wanted to be there.

Then, as if your mind was telling you to reconsider, it pushed forward the conversation you had with Peter before he made contact with the lovedust.

“ You wasted your whole high school years on never accomplishing anything. You never went to a single party, you never passed your drivers test, and you’ve never even had a boyfriend before.”

A part of you couldn’t even believe Peter would ever say something like that because of how obsessed he is over you. Yet, that memory of Peter was only a few days ago.

You couldn’t just let it all go, you knew he was capable of saying hurtful things and for once, you didn’t want to worry about someone else.

For the first time ever, you were going to be selfish.

“ Maybe I can stop by to say hi or something to listen to your band,” You said as you watched him smile back,” but I can’t promise anything.”

Josh flipped his blazer over his shoulder and smirked,” Too late, I’m already looking forward to seeing you there.”

Josh gave a small wave before walking back over to his friends who were leaned up against the lockers. As you walked away, you felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

When you got to the front doors, you looked out the windows and watched the rain quietly. Of course, Peter was right.

You had planned to walk to the subway station after school since you knew your dad would be too busy fixing Peter to pick you up but if you would have known it was going to rain, you would’ve asked Kim to take you home.

You opened up the glass doors and held your textbook over your head, thankful for once that Mr. Carter had assigned homework from this mammoth of a book.  As you made your way down the stairs, you spotted a familiar face waiting on the bench in the courtyard with an umbrella.

“ Peter?” You called out as his head snapped up to see you,” what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the lab?”

Peter stood up and held the umbrella closer to you so you wouldn’t get wet and rubbed the back of his neck.

“ Your dad and Banner have been running tests on me all morning so they sent me to my room to rest for a bit. But then I saw that you forgot your umbrella and I didn’t want you to walk to the subway in the rain,” Peter said as the two of you shared the umbrella,” so here I am.”

“ You didn’t have to come all this way...but thank you,” You said as the two of you walked out the gates. 

Peter smiled as you interlocked your arms with him to get closer. As the two of you made your way across town, you both exchanged how your day went but when it came to talking about yours,  you purposely left out the part about Josh and the party.

You didn’t know why you would even keep it from him but you just kept telling yourself that what Peter didn’t know, couldn’t hurt him. Plus, if Peter found out about your interaction with Josh, there could be a possibility that he would be on a whole other level of jealousy and frankly, you didn’t have the time.

“ So, I read your note,” You said as you felt Peter tense up beside you,” you said you’d make it up to me and now I’m intrigued. What did you have in mind?”

“ A lot of things, if we’re thinking about someplace romantic there’s this-” Peter stopped himself and shook his head before taking a breath,” sorry. I’m just trying to get better at controlling what I say around you. I was just going to say that there’s this place around the corner that makes really good milkshakes and I thought it would be a nice date- as friends! Just friends. Unless you want to- fuck! I’m sorry Y/N, I’m just going to shut up now.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a small laugh as Peter shook his head,” You’re such a sap, Parker. It really is never a dull moment with you.”

Peter opened up the diner doors and as soon as you stepped in, you felt like you had been transported back in time.

The floor was sketched in the iconic black and white checkered print and the platinum bar had bright red stools along the outside. 

Just from your spot in the front, you could smell the peppermint disinfectant that they used to wipe down the tables but you were most focused on the jukebox in the corner as a Ritchie Valens song started to play in the background.

“ How did you find this place?” You asked as Peter led you to one of the booths in the corner of the diner.

“ I always knew about it but I figured it wouldn’t be fun without bringing someone along,” Peter admitted as you looked around at the old, decorative records across the wall,” I know how much you like those old movies so I thought it would be nice to take you back to the fun part of the 50s without the, you know, racism.”

You shook your head laughing as you turned your attention to the menu,” Nothing says the 50s like institutionalized racism and systemic oppression of women.”

Once the waitress arrived at the booth, Peter ordered a milkshake for the two of you to share and while you felt yourself falling deeper into the cliche, you couldn’t oppose since he was paying.

When the waitress left, Peter turned back to you and rested his hands on the table nervously. You couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking about but that in itself made you stand up straighter.

“ Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to but I’m just curious,” You asked as Peter nodded enthusiastically.

“ What does the lovedust feel like?” You asked as Peter raised his eyebrow,” I mean, how does it make you feel... about me?”

Peter felt the inside of his mouth dry up as he croaked,” Do you mean- are you asking me what it feels like to be in love with you? Because honestly Y/N,  it feels so weird-”

“ Being in love with me is weird?”

“ Well yeah! Wait no! No, it’s not weird!” Peter stammered as you watched him get more and more nervous,” it’s not weird to love you but my body feels weird around you. My hands are constantly sweaty and clammy and sometimes it’s hard to even focus on small things like breathing. I can’t even shower without thinking of you- not like that- well kinda like that- but every time I have a quiet moment to myself, all my mind wants to think about is you. When your dad was running tests on me this morning, all I could think about was how you two shared the same last name and one day-hopefully-I can change your last name to Parker- okay see I can’t stop what comes out of my mouth when I’m on a roll!”  

As your mind started to break down every sentence he said, the waitress gave Peter a strange look before placing the milkshake in front of the two of you.

“ Wow, okay that was... a lot. You could’ve left out about half of that but I’ll give you a pass because I feel sorry for you,” You admitted as you took the paper wrapping off of the straw and dipped it into your milkshake,” but is there anything else? Like is there any part of you that still hates me? Or is it all gone because of the lovedust?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as you leaned over to take a sip,” Hate you? I never hated you Y/N.”

You pulled your lips away from the straw and sat back,” What do you mean you never hated me? I’m pretty sure you hated me, we were so mean to each other. Like our relationship was toxic as hell.”

Peter lightly banged his straw against the table and tore off the paper around the straw without looking at you.

“ I never hated you. Was I a huge dick to you? Of course I was. Was it entertaining watching you air out your room after I left smoke bombs in it before your friends came over? Kinda yeah. But I never did it because I hated you. I would never do those things out of pure malice but...it’s hard for me to look back and imagine us hating each other when I’m head over heels for you now,” Peter sighed as he started playing with the wrappings of the straw.

It was hard to believe that after all this time Peter never hated you because there were countless times for you where you really hated him and planned to murder him in his sleep without a second thought.

“ I’m not going to lie, I hated you. Some days, you made me feel so shitty about myself that I would cry underneath my covers so no one could hear,” You revealed to him as Peter felt a wave of sadness wash over him,” After a while, I wasn’t even sad anymore I was just so exhausted. I felt like I always had to be on my toes around you just in case you would pull something on me and to make sure you would never make me cry again, I knew I would always have to have the upper hand.”

You watched Peter almost sulk back into his seat, his mind swarming with memories of how awful he really was to you,” Y/N, I am so sorry I ever treated you like that. I never knew I made you cry. I know I’m sick with the powder but even if I wasn’t, I would still feel as miserable as I do right now...I’m a monster aren’t I?”

You wanted to be as honest as possible with Peter but in the state that he was in at the moment, you weren’t sure if he was in the right mental headspace to hear any harsh criticism.

“ We were both monsters...but now we’re different. This is the first time in years where I’ve actually enjoyed your company and while I’m not ready to start picking out baby names or whatever you’re trying to do with me, I like what we have. I just hope that when you get cured, things don’t have to change, you know?” You said as you reached across the table and opened up your hand.

You never knew how important starting over was until now and you knew that no matter what, Peter would always be in your life. The only question was what he really meant to you but at this moment, you didn’t have an answer and it was okay.

Peter looked down at it and hesitantly held it, his fingers caressing over your knuckles lightly as he inhaled deeply,” As long as you’re in my life, things don’t have to change.”

You squeezed his hand as you leaned in to take another sip. When you pulled away, you leaned back into your seat as you playfully sighed,” You know, I can’t decide if I’m weirded out or flattered by your comments lately but at the same time, I kinda wanna just open the flood gates and see what kind of crazy stuff you say so I can blackmail you later on.”

Peter only shook his head as his face started to grow flushed,” Y/N, please,  if I could control my mouth, I would. Once I start talking, every single thought in my mind surges with your face and how I feel like how fucking amazing you look in your uniform-”

“ Nope, nuh-uh, we can stop it right there pervert.”

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[beignetbenny]

If you're comfortable would you share more you projecting your relationship onto Zukka? I originally followed you from the grocery trip post and i honestly love that sort of thing

You... you want me to project my relationship onto Zuko and Sokka more? My relationship? The one where my GF texted me “if i cosplay zuko and you cosplay sokka and we kiss would that be crazy or what?” that relationship?

I have literally been DYING to do this

Zuko and Sokka met in their junior year of college (performing arts college because if we’re projecting we’re projecting) and the first time Sokka sees him he’s already like: I’m in love

Since Zuko is an arts student, his style is a little more on the quirky side i’m not gonna lie. It’s usually a mix of grunge and goth stuff with the occasional surprise like “oh you have a turtleduck pin on your backpack. Are those pride flag socks?”

Sokka already had a pretty established friend group, but Zuko had transferred back in that semester after taking a leave of absence for family reasons. So, immediately sokka takes him in.

Zuko becomes really good friends with Aang and Katara and Suki and Toph of course, as they spend most of their time together. With rehearsing, running to get food at obscene times of the night still in their dance gear because rehearsals ran long. They food hop and get boba at 2 am, coffee at 3 am, McDonalds at 4 and so on. They go out and get pasta at midnight and refer to it as pasta time. Only one of them has to drop that phrase alone in the groupchat and everyone agrees on a time. Pajamas be damned. They get away with it because technically they are student athletes

A joke by Sokka that is run into the ground by the time they sneak ben and jerrys into a Tap level 5 placement. Zuko is the only other one out of the friend group that gets the highest dance placement as Sokka. It’s understandable, tap dancing is very hard, its’ a difficult skill, and not everyone can do a winged time step into navy time steps it’s rightfully difficult and the timing is off

So... the two of them start rehearsing together more. It wasn’t that they didn’t a lot before, but the class was mostly split and sure they were definitely friends outside of classes too but Sokka felt like his super mega crush on the hot belter who came in with Aftershocks from Next to Normal was something he could get over. So he kinda stuffed it away the more they worked together. 

Then they get assigned a scene. An acting scene. An acting scene that ended in a passionate kiss. An acting scene the teacher said they were both capable of

So they rehearse it. They’re both dead letter perfect by the first night because they have expectations to live up too and both of their siblings just get things so much easier and suddenly they’re talking instead of rehearsing.

Three hours pass before they remember “holy shit we’re running this with blocking in class tomorrow we should probably get this right”

So they go through the scene, the emotions are pretty high, and they both lean in for a stage kiss before Sokka stops

Sokka: Wait...  Zuko: What? Sokka: This is okay right? I can touch you? I mean we didn’t talk about it first and- Zuko: Sokka Sokka: And I know this is both of our first scenes with a kiss and i really respect you as an actor and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable Zuko: ...Sokka Sokka: And I just want to say that- Zuko: You can kiss me Sokka: What? Zuko: It’s not a big deal. We’re both trying to be professionals right? It doesn’t need to mean anything.  Sokka: ... yeah...

So they kinda uh... kiss... and they don’t really stop... kissing

They do it in class and the kiss maybe plays off a little too well. The other classmates clap, the teacher gives feedback. His main point is that you’re supposed to be in love but you’re acting like it hurts.

And sokka makes some bullshit excuse about how he saw the character differently and Zuko tags along to that idea giving more validity to the statement and the teacher is like “alright, bet. You’ve proved your point. It’s probably not what the playwright wanted but this is about expression so i’m glad you feel expressed”

They don’t rehearse together anymore because both of them feel like they’ve gotten it and don’t want to ruin anything. They still hang out. They still have pasta nights. But things are kinda weird. But more than anything, Sokka really misses his friend

In the end, they end up having to do the scene for a showcase. Meaning that during rehearsals they have to do it again and again and again and again until it sort of just becomes normal

Good luck kisses back stage turns into kissing in greeting when they’re visiting each others dorm rooms turns to picking up food orders for each other. Never in front of people, because you can make it platonic. And realistically it’s only done so both of you can make the stage kiss feel more comfortable.

But that doesn’t stop Sokka from being like “woah man i’m getting mad butterflies when we kissed even though I immediately called you dude after the kiss broke"

So sokka comes up with a plan because as much as he likes whatever they’ve got going on, which he does because friend and kissing and cuddling is GREAT for someone who is scared of commitment because the chance of something happening to that person would literally destroy him and that doesn’t feel great.

Instead, the night of the showcase he gets all of his friends to hype him up to ask Zuko out with his favorite candy, a coupon to get pasta, and well... the obvious question

But Sokka waits until they’re in places like an asshole but also because he’s kinda terrified and if something goes wrong it could change the whole dynamic of the scene and they’d both flunk out of fucking THEATER SCHOOL AND-

And he shoves the snack and the coupon and a note he hastily wrote into Zuko’s hands before running to his own entrance to do the scene because he’s stage left while Zuko’s stage right.

And they do the scene, but somethings a little off. Zuko seems distracted but he’s also happy? like super happy? Like did the laugh queue and made it sound genuine instead of spiteful happy? And he smiled into the kiss? That wasn’t... something they did. But Sokka went along with it because the scene SEEMED to be working fine

And then they go off stage and the second the theater darkens, Zuko shoves the prop pillows into Sokka’s chest

Zuko: Fuck you Sokka: What? What did I- Zuko: I mean, yes, obviously yes. The hot tamales were a great choice but fuck you. Sokka: Yes? Zuko: Yeah!

And that’s the only conversation they get in because they have to help with the other prop changes but the moment they are finally backstage and their mics are off they kiss in the little hallways backstage that goes from one entrance or another

(at least they think they’re mics are off but uh... that was embarrassing and i don’t want to put that on them carrying on)

When the show ends and they’re both wiping they’re stage makeup off about to leave their director approaches them and obviously they both think they’re in trouble because they just did a 180 to what they had practiced for the last month but the director loved it. And then he asks them why it was different and Zuko admits that something finally clicked. And the director chalks it up to opening night vibes and that now they should keep it that way for the rest of the performances

The night the show closes they do a Gaang pasta night and the rest of them don’t even realize anything is different until Sokka reaches over and takes something from Zuko’s plate (which was usually off the table and would result in getting fussed at) that they noticed something was up.

[ardentprose]

College Boyfriend: Jungkook

Warnings: language, suggestive/sexual themes, boyfriend jungkook

Dating college-aged Jungkook...

Would be annoying as hell

he’s the type to piss you off whenever he’s bored

which happens alot because this boy. does. NOT. study.

which is stressful for you because at exactly 1 am every night he comes to you with his dumb shit-eating grin and his mint textbook because he never uses it

and begs you with not even a morsel of regret because he knows you’ll help him

otherwise how will you two graduate on time to move to the city together?? that rent will not be paid on one income

“baaaabe. what’s on the exam tomorrow?”

“Wow, i’m shocked you even knew there was an exam this time.”

“TaeTae just quit our game so he could go study and now i’m bored”

if you simply rolled your eyes and kept typing away at your paper he would drop his textbook loudly on the edge of your desk or if you’re in bed on your legs without hesitation

earning your death glare that does not phase him

he snakes his rock-hard arms around your tummy and nuzzles his face into your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and blinding you in your right eye

“pleasssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” 

“ALRIGHT BUT THIS IS THE LAST TIME!”

alas

it was not the last time

bored jungkook would show up at your dormitory on the daily and you’d know because either

all the girls get real giggly out of nowhere

or he’s brought his entire squad and even the RAs are swooning over the seven boys clearly breaking the rules by being present in a girls’ dorm

he would never knock but just shout until you heard him through the door and your headphones

but of course your neighbors didn’t care

sometimes they’d even answer their doors first and by the time you let jungkook in he was already waist-deep in ranting about a battle gone wrong on league of legends and the regret in the girl’s eyes caused you to take pity rather than get jealous

he was Never allowed to bring all the boys in your pathetically small room so they would either scatter and explore this sacred paradise or line up obediently in the hallway, winking at the girls as they passed

bored jungkook lays his stinky feet on your thighs after working in the gym

he shakes the sweat from his hair onto you and will offer you his shirt and as soon as you turn your head, sometimes accepting the shirt blindly, he’s cackling as you hurtle the dead-cat smelling shirt across your room

bored jungkook will make up names inspired by his twitter feed and call you each one until you laugh or smack his closest body part

“babe. baby girl. bae. my boo. main chick. girl with the good hair who’s not becky because i only love you. mamacita. miss thicc. my skinny legend. sweetheart. brat (that’s YOU, jungkook). my ult bia AND my bias wrecker. my all-kill. yummy yumm- (NO!)

but sometimes bored jungkook was really sweet

there were times he was exhausted of his testosterone flooded environment and texted you in the most polite millennial format you had ever seen

“can we netflix and chill but like really just chill?”

baby boi jungkook is activated as soon as you reply ‘yes’

he shows up with a blanket and a hoodie he’s wearing but its for you because he would rather be shirtless and snuggling you under the blanket’s heat

and of course he brings exclusive “Y/N and Me snacks” from his many shelves of Jungkook Snacks

no lie he punched jin in the face because jin ate your favorite oreos and jungkook had saved up to buy those

okay so he accidentally hit jin while wrestling them out of his grip

you greet him with a kiss on each cheek and his eyes become adoring stars as he literally follows you around your room. he stands at the bathroom entrance and watches you get ready for bed. he waits patiently by the bed as you clear it of your study materials

you set everything up he strips his hoodie off and hands it to you

his arms again around your waist and this time he keeps his hair in a bun so it doesn’t tickle your nose and make you sneeze even tho your sneezes make him giggle

he kisses your lips at least four times while you surf netflix not offering suggestions because he only wants to watch anime or whatever you wanna watch

his love for romantic korean dramas started with you which is funny seeing as he’s had an entire lifetime to watch these with taehyung repeatedly recommending them 

tae is not happy that it took a girl to convince jk to sit down and watch Boys Over Flowers

or even Strong Woman Do Bong Soon which was made for jungkook like c’mon-

and if a couple breaks up on screen, fighting and screaming he instinctively grips you tighter and presses his lips against the pulse in your neck for comfort and assurance

his wide doe eyes are glassy as they fight but they absolutely flood when the couple makes up

jk will whip his head into the hood behind your head and hide his tears while you stroke his forearm and interlace your fingers with his

most nights jungkook falls asleep on your shoulder before the first episode ends

some nights the first ten minutes have barely passed before you realize soft boi jungkook was a ruse and his hands are up his sweatshirt on your torso, cupping your boobs and mouthing at your neck and

dang nabbit you’ve been bamboozled AGAIN

but fuck is it hot the way his teeth pull the skin on your neck, going back in to suck on it and repeat the process until red blooms like an abstract necklace

and if you’re too lost in the feeling of his fingers circling your skin leaving traces of fire he’ll remove one hand and cup your cheek turning your jaw to interlock with his

thus a makeout session ensues

at some point you’re pulling the hair tie from his head and weaving your fingers through the wavy thick strands, moaning at that sensation alone

but your roommate usually comes in before you get very far

or annoying jungkook returns and he pulls away breathless but a smirk flashing on his lips as he glances over your shoulder 

“its curfew...gotta go”

jungkook is actually very smart and very talented

like the best in his film production class AND his art studies class AND best athlete on the football team

he would be best dancer but hoseok claimed that title and jungkook has made it his personal mission to surpass the dancing legend before either of them graduate

he always holds your hand while walking to class

runs up and snatches your hand, kissing your cheek in greeting

uses your interlocked hands to pull your arm around his shoulder, cup your waist and kiss you for good luck before your test

always leaves his friends to come say hi

uses his extra college-given bucks to buy you a coffee or a meal in the cafeteria if you forgot your money 

lets you use him as a chair if all the seats in the library are taken or even if they’re not and plays with your hair with one hand, phone in the other while you study for the both of you

everyone on campus knows jungkook is top of the line but everyone on campus thinks you’re top tier for wooing the man

that annoying student who guesses the answer and gets it right

if namjoon can hate another human being it’s jungkook in philosophy spouting off A-class bullshit and getting praise from the teacher

then having the audacity to ask for namjoon’s notes

college boyfriend jungkook may be your typical jock in physique but his heart is kind and protective and he knows how to balance time with his friends and time with you

well no thats a lie

he spends 99% of his time loving you

[high5nerd]

Vorfreude

Aay, my first (at the time) Pitch x Reader one-shot!

Don’t fook your professors, folks.

“When understanding the root words of our modern day languages, it can be daunting to fully comprehend the detail such a language as English can be intertwined with a multitude of other languages long forgotten,”

Dr. Pitchiner was certainly entrancing when he spoke at the podium, flourishing a hand at the list of most common prefixes and suffixes used in today’s modern English, along with a surprise list of obscure ones you knew you had to take note on. Dr. Pitchiner wasn’t one to give easy exams, the last exam was so gruelling someone almost passed out from a panic attack at the multitude of pages.

Despite enjoying writing yourself, you weren’t as invested in English as he was, which was a given, hence the reason his PhD in English as well as a degree in Latin Translation. Many times he’s journeyed to Italy to help assist scholars in finding new information on the lost civilizations of Rome, Sicily, and Pompeii, and that credit alone was the sole reason he got the job at this state college. He should have been employed at universities like Harvard or Yale, or even Oxford or Princeton, but yet here he was, teaching at your simple state college with an acceptance rate of 93% and the highest transferring stat in all of your state.

   Not a lot of students found him attractive like you did. Certainly there was more than a couple handfuls of girls, pockets of them, who’ve admired his lithe figure, his graceful movements and that firm ass that was way too snug in his black slacks. Most of them admired his physique from afar, some even daring others to get closer to flirt with him shamelessly, and usually that ended up with a bad memory for the attempted action, as well as the girl who tried to drop the class out of utter embarrassment at such a call out after class that could be heard around the hall.

   Dr. Kozmotis Pitchiner took no bullshit from anyone, and that’s the main reason your heart fluttered at the thought and sight of him. This class wasn’t the first time you two had met face to face either, shockingly. Quite hilariously, the first time you two met, you didn’t even like him.

Three years ago, you were an itty bitty freshman just like the ones that recently arrived this semester, and to the best of your luck, you scored almost five hours of total free time on Mondays and Wednesdays before your Intro to Biology class and Intro to Psychology course after lunch.

Why not explore the gorgeous campus during those five hours? It would get you more acquainted with your surroundings and in small cases, make new friends! Grabbing a can of fruit juice and a danish from the dining hall, you munched as you explored the massive quad before discovering where the art gallery was, venturing towards the art and theatre buildings you’d be in the next year for your art perspective requirements. You found yourself meandering in the photograph-covered walled hallway of the English department, unknowingly headed towards the campus’s own local newspaper headquarters when a voice startled you from your entrancement with your journey.

“Hey. Where do you think you’re going?” a voice matching the texture of velvet came.

You turn around, frowning at the sudden startling noise. There just feet away from you, emerged from his office was a man dressed in what you would consider funeral appropriate attire, a smooth black suit with a basic black tie, and shiny black dress shoes that looked like they could reflect sunlight and somehow cause a car accident if he walked outside.

“I’m exploring. Where do you think you’re going?” you shot back, taking a long sip of your fruit juice.

You were mildly surprised to see a smirk cross his devious lips, his silver-gold eyes narrowing at your sass. He almost looked amused at your attitude, even enough so that his tensed shoulders relaxed, but his arms still remained folded over his chest.

“At the moment, I’m going wherever you think you’re headed, which should be in the opposite direction you’re headed.”

Ooh, he likes playing word games. You took another sip and then took a big bite of your danish, not caring about how childish you were coming off to him. You pointed towards the hallway, “Why can’t I go down there?”

He gestured his head in the same direction, “It’s merely copy rooms and computer labs meant for the Daily Mascot Oracle. Nothing worth checking out.”

“Oh. That’s a shit title.” you commented.

He barked out a heartwarming laugh. You grin at him, glad he finally was capable of taking that stick out of his ass and be a decent human being. Almost three times so far in just two days you got two people to really dislike your presence and your sassy attitude, someone named Bunnymund and another elfish looking kid named Jack who’s definition of fun didn’t match yours at all.

“I certainly didn’t agree to it either, but the editor in chief made sure my vote was outnumbered,” he hesitated, thinking quickly before glancing at you, “Are you a freshman?”

You nodded, knowing what he would ask next, “Majoring in psychology with hopefully a minor in alternative medicine and therapy.”

He looked genuinely impressed, “I must say, it’s quite refreshing to have a new student under that field. Not a lot of freshmen choose that whilst entering for their first year. What makes you like that field of study so much?”

You shrugged with a smile, “I like the whole concept of the human mind and how it functions on an emotional state. It’s interesting how certain actions and emotions can create feelings inside us, and I especially love the study of dreams and fears and hopes. I want to do a project on dream therapy for my senior thesis when it comes time to that, but I doubt they’ll let me. Professor Oren didn’t like hearing me say that at orientation.”

Dr. Pitchiner nodded, “Oren doesn’t really believe in the science behind dreams, and certainly not the spirituality behind it if you believe in that sort of thing. I certainly do.”

“You do?” you were genuinely surprised, literally taken aback. You wouldn’t have considered such an eloquent, smooth and finely dressed man to believe in a spirituality. He reeked of realist to you, you certainly weren’t expecting that.

He nodded again, “Of course. It’s only natural for the human psyche to become understandable to a certain degree, and it’s been proven through many other cultures that such things exist, like the sixth sense or empathy or precognition. Why not in dream analyzation? It’s fascinating, I’m glad you’re interested in it. If I wasn’t an English professor I would immediately return to college to take advantage of that.”

That’s when you realized how gold his eyes were, how they sparkled like the richest coins ever discovered in the vastness of the sunken world of ships at the bottom of the ocean. His eyes gave away intense wisdom, feeling and intellect that you felt the need to learn from. You needed to unlock every part of him to see beyond that gaze he gave you with that strange upturn at the corner of his devilish mouth.

Sure enough, you eventually found yourself in his class a couple years later for your required English Analysis course, and the both of you took advantage of that. You found yourself wandering back to his office between classes and office hours, knowing full well no one visited him nor had the courage to due to his harshness in class and strict code he sticks to in not forming attachments to the student body. For you, somehow you were able to break that barrier and see a different kind of man than what people upfront knew him as.

Your friend Katherine is your first and only senior friend at the university, and from her story when you signed up for his course at the beginning of the year, he was known to be callous and strict, such a polar opposite to leniency that even if you were sick with proof of illness, he wouldn’t accept that as an excused absence unless you flourished a medical note from a doctor to him. Everyone feared him, but admired him from afar since he’s the only professor to actually cut down on the bullshitters and slackers in class, and is one of the most respected professors there because of his adventures in Italy as a historian as well as a translator.

You, however, knew him as a sarcastic, good humored intellect with an avid thirst for learning the unknown, and unlocking skills he’s never attempted. From the times you would visit his office or bump into each other in the hallways and have small talk, you learned that at one point in his life he was just as brash, brazen and impulsive as you are now. Before he considered becoming a professor, he was eager to study what you were studying in now, especially the study of phobias and humans’ reactions to certain fear-triggering events or objects. You were the only one that’s ever heard him snort at a god-awful joke you would attempt at, and the only one that’s ever seen him grin at you in such a way it made your stomach flip and flutter.

Perhaps you exposed yourself too much to him, or perhaps he was just so relatable you felt like you sometimes felt like you were talking to a part of yourself you’ve never discovered before. It slightly scared you how much he knew about you and it wasn’t even the end of the fall semester, but you trusted him in ways you’ve never trusted another before. He always promised you absolute confidentiality with your confessions to him, most out of pure merriment and in the goal of a strengthened friendship, like when you told him when you were fourteen you tried blending into the popular clique but still found yourself drawn to the nerds and theater kids once more. He once gave you such a dubious smirk at the notion of you once being the stereotypical geek, with what you claimed to be the unattractive flat hair, braces and awkward gait.

“I can hardly believe that of you.” he chuckled.

“Why? You can kinda tell, don’t lie.” you winked teasingly.

He tilted his head in his hand at you, looking your figure up and down so slowly and languidly that it made your face heat up with a sudden thrill you haven’t felt in a long time.

“Whoever you were before has grew into a fine young woman, that’s most of what I can see.” he looked at you seriously, his eyes hard with truth.

Ever since that you realized that the idea of him being closer than what you two already were was something else you wanted. You thirsted for it, like an obsession. Unhealthy, you weren’t sure, but you were careful not to give yourself away to him, in fear that it would destroy that friendship you two already had. Without anyone’s knowledge but his, you both called each other by your first names. You called him Koz, and he called you by the nickname you wanted him to call you.

Even just watching him write on the board, hearing his voice wrap you lovingly in it’s deep musical tones made your legs tighten in excitement. You furrowed your brows, trying to ignore the incoming thoughts of his voice saying your name like a mantra as you wrote down everything being scribbled on the board.

The guy next to you noticed your discomfort, and nudged his elbow with yours. You looked at him, affronted, “What?”

“You look pissed. You okay?” he looked suspicious.

“Shut up, I’m fine.”

“(y/n).”

Your blood froze, looking up at him in pure fear at being called out in front of class. His hands were folded behind his back, his eyes lingering on you and only you. The class stared at you, nearly a thousand eyes focused on your nervous leg bouncing and the pen in your hand being crushed by the amount of attention drawn onto you.

“I see you have already started to discuss with Stephen,” you could swear to the moon above he smirked ruefully, “Would you like to tell us what the definition of vorfreude is?”

You gulped quickly before looking down at your paper, noticing that the last couple notes were not even notes, they were sinful descriptions of what you wanted him to do to your mouth and in between your thighs. Your face grew incredibly red to the point it prickled your skin as you stood up. You never broke eye contact with him. You can’t be weak now.

“Vorfreude is a German word to define a type of intense anticipation of imagining future pleasures.”

He nodded, his smirk subsiding to something even darker at the moment you uttered the word ‘future’, “Excellent. Glad to see you’re still paying attention despite your distractions.”

Some people snickered at your red face deepening in color as you plopped back down in your seat. By now Koz was shuffling the exams collected last week, freshly graded and corrections that could leave someone in tears if not taken lightly.

As he passed around the graded exams going over the class’s weak points and what to look forward to for the next midterm, you doodled a bit more in your notebook and wrote more lines of absolute sin into a poetic verse, something E. E. Cummings would be absolutely proud of.

You read over your lines, admiring the visual rhymes as well as the absolute clear imagery of being locked into him, his arms like a vice as he would pull your hair and bite at the sensitive parts of your neck, and even now you squirmed at the daydream of such a carnal act going on in his office. More than anything, more than just impressing him with your knowledge and sharp tongue would be for him to pin you to the desk and make you cry out his name in ecstasy as your legs would quiver with release. You bit your lip as you tightened your grip on your sweatshirt, trying your damn hardest not to accidentally make a noise.

That’s when you noticed the shadow lurking over you.

You froze. Your entire body became still with horror and your blood turned cold as Koz read over your carnal poem and observed your lewd doodles with a casual eye as he handed you your exam. You reached out for it with a shaking hand and slowly placed it over the notebook page, knowing it was too late to hide the damage.

“Please see me after class about your note-taking.”

You nodded, trying to fight tears from the utter embarrassment as he finished handing out the exams. You close your notebook in disgust with yourself. Koz continues the class until 5:45, the usual time it ends when everyone wastes no time in dilly dallying and immediately leaving, most if not all heading to the dining hall for dinner. You, planning to indulge in just a minor dinner consisting of cereal or soup out of embarrassment and sadness, packed up slowly.

“(y/n), a word please.” he beckoned from his podium.

You refused to look at him as you stepped down from the lecture hall stairs to the podium, your backpack slung over your shoulder and your confidence crumbling even further as you waited with baited breath as he finished shutting off the projector and computer.

“You have quite a knack for poetry for someone who says English isn’t their forte, as well as for a psychology major.” he calmly noted, hardly glancing at you.

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let it burst from your chest, all your thoughts jumbled into a single rambling mess, “I swear I didn’t intend for you to see it, I just-I just-I don’t know why I did that and I know I messed up our friendship, it’s all my fault and I’m really really sorry, I seriously wasn’t thinking and I just can’t help but feel these things and it just makes it worse when I think about you, I don’t know what to do about it-”

A hand crept around the back of your neck and forced your head up, and without even a single warning you felt warm, wet lips enveloping yours, biting sweetly as well as fervently. You couldn’t help but make a noise of startlement at the sudden action, but before you could even have time to melt into the kiss, he pulled away, a smirk on his face.

“It’d be inappropriate for me to do such things, but more inappropriate for you to act on it as well. Yet, I know you are wise enough to not pursue it like you want to.” he stated, his eyes resembling molten gold.

Your gaze flattened, “Koz, what the fuck was that if you say you’re not ‘pursuing it’.”

He grinned, “Your confirmation of your feelings, as well as a promise of patience.”

“Patience?”

He smirked again, tilting his head and embracing the feel of superiority again, “You have nearly one more year left. I wonder if you have the patience to stick it out-”

That pissed you off. You grabbed his black tie and pulled him down, startling him as you kissed him hard. You pulled away just as quickly, enjoying the look of surprise on his face as well as slight bewilderment at being cut off from gloating.

You smiled innocently, smoothing down his tie as well as the front of his jacket, “Nice to know I’m not the only one enjoying the feeling of vorfreude from now on. Have a good day, Professor.”

Without a second backwards glance, you confidently strode out of the lecture hall, leaving Koz impressed as well as out of breath at your grand exit. He didn’t realize he’d be aching for you just as much as you ached for him.

It’s only a year, right? Not too long…

Boy were you two wrong.

[traveller-lover-dreamer]

Don’t Forget About Me, 1 | T.H.

As promised, here is the first part of DFAM!

Teaser |

Summary: The day two broken souls collided and the aftermath of the collision.

Pairing: College!Tom Holland X Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and awkward moments

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Tick. Y/n watched the hand of the clock above the class’s door move as her teacher continued talking about something she didn’t really care about. Tock. She hadn’t listened to the class at all, her mind solely focused on the weekend ahead of her. She had been waiting for that weekend to come for so long and she hoped that it wasn’t going to disappoint her.

As people said, the weekend spent to the cabin in the woods was one of the best college parties of the year, almost as sick as the weekend that they were going to spend in New York City in March.

She was currently in her last class on Friday afternoon, which lasted for a whole three hours. A lot too long for a college class if she was being honest, but it was not like she had the choice.

She focused her attention on the teacher for a while, until her friend Katherine leaned towards her to speak into her ear.

“Only an hour left.”

Y/n’s eyes went back to the clock and she noticed that, indeed, there was only an hour left to the class. She turned to look at her friend. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither do I. You know, everybody’s going to be there. I hope Haz will be too”, Katherine said.

“You know that he’s literally sitting on the other side of me and probably heard what you just said?”

The two girls heard a laugh, which Harrison tried to hide in a cough but clearly failed to do so. He leaned in. “Yes, I’ll be there. Wherever Tom goes I go too.”

Y/n turned to look at him. “Tom?”

Harrison nodded. “Yeah, Tom Holland. You know, he’s a third year.”

Y/n furrowed her brows as she tried to figure out who that Tom guy was. “Uh, no idea”, she eventually said.

“She’s never been to a party before, remember?” Katherine interjected.

“Right”, Harrison said before resuming his attention on the teacher whom had just scraped his throat for the three of them to stop talking.

For the rest of the class, Y/n paid attention (or rather tried her best to) until the teacher finally dismissed the class. The three friends got up from their seats at the back of the class and made their way out. Y/n stayed silent as Katherine and Harrison talked to each other, something that happened a lot. Not that she was a third wheel. They actually were pretty close, all three of them, but recently Harrison and Katherine’s friendship had developed in something more… sexual, let’s say, and they had gotten closer because of it.

“Hey, dumbass, are you listening?” Katherine repeated.

Y/n raised her gaze from the tile floor. Katherine was standing alone now. “Uh, yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you still driving to get to the cabin?” her friend asked.

“Course I am”, Y/n nodded. “Are Alexa, Emma and Caroline coming too?”

“Yup”, a cheerful voice said behind her.

Y/n turned around to see none other than the three girls behind her. “Well then, let’s get our bags and meet outside the dorms!”

“By the way, I call shotgun”, Katherine said before sprinting off toward the dorms.

Y/n grumbled. “She’s my roommie, she could’ve at least waited for me.”

Emma burst out laughing. “Kate’s childish, you know, and that’s why we love her.”

“Yeah, I know”, Y/n laughed before following her friend to their dorm.

Katherine was waiting for her next to the staircase that they had to climb to get to their dorm, which was on the fourth floor. They had prepared their bags last night so they picked them up when they got to their room and already were ready to go.

“Do you have the wine bottles?” Y/n enquired before they left their dorm.

“Yup, didn’t take them out of my bag since yesterday night, dummie”, Katherine replied on a sarcastic tone.

“Duh”, Y/n laughed. “I have the tequila bottle so I think we’re good to go.”

Katherine nodded. “Let’s do this!” she cheerfully said.

“Yaaas”, Y/n replied and the two friends laughed as they got out of their dorm and made their way to the stairs.

They went outside, where Alexa, Emma and Caroline already were. They all walked to Y/n’s car, all five of them chatting about the upcoming party.

Y/n had never been to any college parties before. Not that she hadn’t wanted to but last semester, her ex didn’t want her to go so she hadn’t gone, not wanting to lose him… She now was single though and even though she was fresh out of a relationship, she was more than ready to party.

They all put their stuff in the trunk of Y/n’s car before sitting in said car. Katherine took care of the aux chord while Emma, who was sitting in the middle of the backseat, guided Y/n to the cabin, which was an hour out of the city.

For all the ride, Y/n focused on the road and not on the conversations. It was the middle of January and she didn’t want to get into a car crash, especially not when the roads were as slippery as they were right now.

When they got there, Y/n let out a breath she hadn’t noticed she had been holding.

“You alright?” Katherine asked once the three other girls had gotten out of the car.

“Yeah…” Y/n flatly said. “It’s just, you guys already know everyone and apart from you all and Harrison, I don’t know anybody.”

“Babe, we’re all majoring in the same thing, we all end up knowing each other. Don’t worry about it. You’ll see, everyone’s nice.”

Y/n sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

The two girls got out of the car and grabbed their bags before following their three friends inside the cabin, which was made out of wood and looked totally cozy.

It was cold outside but inside the air was warm and there already was some loud music playing. They were currently in a long hallway with a couple of doors on each side of it.

“We’re in room 7”, Emma told Y/n, “but you guys are in room 6.”

Y/n nodded. “Yup, I remember. Meet you guys in the main room?”

“Sounds like a plan!” Emma said before moving with the two other girls to their room while Y/n and Katherine went to theirs.

Katherine and Y/n dropped their bags next to the bed. Y/n then turned to look at Katherine, a wicked smile on her lips.

“Should we drink a little before joining the others?” she enquired, hoping her friend would say yes because she clearly didn’t want to show up sober if the party was already started.

“Yeah, let’s drink a couple of shots”, Katherine joyfully said.

“We don’t have shot glasses”, Y/n reminded her friend.

“We can drink directly from the bottle”, Katherine laughed. “Or I can ask Haz to bring some.”

“You already want to give out some of our alcohol and we just got here.” Y/n shook her head disapprovingly but a smile still tugged at the corner of her lips.

“It’s just Haz. He always pays me drinks when we go out, it’s only fair that I give some to him right now.”

Y/n rolled her eyes as her smile grew bigger. “I thought the sex was the way to pay him for the free alcohol.”

“Y/n!” Katherine exclaimed before grabbing her cellphone, a clear giggle falling from her lips. “I’m texting him right now just cause you said that.”

Y/n raised both of her hands in defeat. “Okay, okay then.”

The two girls sat on the twin bed as they waited for their friend to come. While they waited, they chatted about everything and nothing. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the door and then Harrison came in, holding four shot glasses. Behind him trailed a guy Y/n had never seen before. He smiled at her over Harrison’s shoulder and Y/n felt her cheeks burning as she looked away.

“Haaaz”, Katherine said, jumping on her feet. She hugged the boy. “Hi, Tom!” she said to the other guy once she pulled away.

“Hey there”, Tom said, quickly hugging her before resuming his attention on Y/n. “You are..?”

It was as if the world had stopped turning and Y/n was standing at the top of a cliff. One step and she’d fall to a certain death. It was almost as if she could hear thunder in the distance, yet she knew that there weren’t thunderstorms in winter. Like she had been struck with lightning and she was struggling to catch her breath, waiting for death to find her. If only she would take that single step forward and let the wind gather her. She would fly, oh fly so high she’d make the clouds blush in jealousy.

Y/n got up and awkwardly waved. “Uh, Y/n.”

And just like that she had taken a step forward.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n”, Tom said as he smiled brightly.

“Nice to meet you too!” Y/n replied before raising the bottle of tequila she had been holding, immediately forgetting about the weird feeling she had just had. “Want some shots?”

Tom smiled devilishly. “Who says no to free shots?”

The both of them laughed. On the side, Katherine and Harrison glanced at each other knowingly.

Harrison put the shot glasses down on the dresser next to the bed and Y/n filled them up. She gave one to everybody.

“We unfortunately don’t have any salt or lemon so…” she trailed off.

“You know it’s gonna be disgusting, right?” Tom enquired.

Somehow Y/n just now noticed his accent. That boy clearly wasn’t American.

“Do I look like I care?” she said before winking at him.

Tom laughed. “Okay then, I didn’t say anything.”

Y/n smiled before glancing at Katherine, who was looking at her already with a sly smile on her lips. Y/n furrowed her brows and was about to ask her what was up when Harrison talked.

“Well, to the weekend and Y/n’s first party!”

They all clinked their glasses together before downing the shots. Y/n felt the burning of alcohol down her throat and she scrunched up her nose, but soon enough the feeling passed.

“For the record, this isn’t my first party”, she then said. “Just my first in college.”

“Oh, you’re so not ready”, Tom said, the devilish smile back on his lips. “Should we play beer pong?”

“Right now?” Y/n asked.

“No, next week”, Tom sarcastically said. “Yeah, right now, you div.”

“Sounds like a plan”, Harrison interjected before Y/n had time to reply. “You two against Tom and me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “We’re gonna crush you.”

“Uh, babe, I think you overestimate my talent”, Katherine laughed.

“We’ll see”, Tom said. “Haz and I haven’t been defeated yet.”

The four of them moved towards the main room, where the party actually was. Emma and the two other girls were nowhere to be seen.

They had to wait for a game to end before they could get a table to play. Once that was done, the two girls chose their side of the table and the boys went to the other side.

Katherine poured herself a glass of wine and gave another to Y/n as the boys poured themselves some beer in empty red solo cups before placing them on the table. As for Y/n and Katherine, they filled six cups with water, both of them preferring to drink from their own glasses. Then, it was time to start.

“Go first”, Katherine indicated Y/n.

“Alright, alright”, Y/n said, grabbing the ping pong ball.

On the other side of the table, Tom grabbed another ping pong ball, the wicked smile back on his lips. “Gotta defeat me now, darling.”

Y/n’s cheeks burned as she prepared to throw the ball. “You better prepare to lose.”

They both threw the balls as their gaze got caught up in each other’s… and both of them missed.

“You guys suck”, Katherine said as she grabbed Tom’s ball, which had fallen on the floor.

Y/n laughed. “Can’t wait to see you then.” She glanced at Tom, his smile now softer.

“Haz’s better than me, you’re screwed”, he said, winking at Y/n.

Y/n rolled her eyes as Harrison and Katherine threw their balls. Katherine’s ball landed in one of the red solo cups, meaning Y/n and she were the first to go.

“Yeah, right”, Y/n smiled, winking at Tom.

Tom shook his head but that same smile was still plastered on his lips.

Y/n picked up a ball as Harrison threw the other one to Katherine. The two girls then got ready, Katherine going first and missing the red solo cups from at least a foot.

“Good luck”, Tom said, crossing his arms on his chest as a cocky smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Y/n chuckled but then concentrated on throwing the ball. Which did a perfect parabola and landed in one of the cups.

“What were you saying?” she then said as Harrison took the cup and downed it.

Tom just picked up Katherine’s ball, ignoring Y/n even though he would have liked to say something cocky. The two boys threw their balls and the balls landed in the same cup.

“That is what I was saying”, Tom said as he and Harrison did a weird handshake.

Y/n furrowed her brows at how idiotic they looked as Katherine put three cups to the side.

“Hey, hey, you’re supposed to drink them”, Harrison said.

“Dumbass, there’s only water in them”, Katherine laughed.

Y/n took a sip from the cup she was holding and smiled contently as she tasted the wine. “Took a sip, that’s more than enough.”

“Actually”, Katherine said before downing her glass, making everyone laugh, “I’m better when I’m drunk.”

“You wish”, Harrison laughed. “We all know you can’t aim for shit.”

Katherine poured herself another glass of wine. “Then tell me how I did this.” She threw the ball, which unfortunately landed on the side of one of the cups before bouncing and being caught by Tom. “Fuck, it would have been sick if it had worked.”

“But this will work though”, Y/n said, throwing her own ball. It bounced on the table once before landing in one of the glasses.

“What?” Katherine exclaimed, engulfing Y/n in a hug. “That’s it babe, we’re going to crush them.”

Y/n shot a look to the two guys over Katherine’s shoulder. Tom was staring at her, his mouth agape.

“You cheated”, he gasped.

“I didn’t”, Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “You guys are just losers.”

Both of the boys downed a cup before putting it to the side. Tom threw his ball first and it landed in one of the three last cups left on the table.

“Who are the losers now?” Tom enquired.

Y/n laughed but then Harrison missed his shot. “Still you.” She took a sip from her glass as she put the one Tom’s ball had landed in to the side.

This time, both of the girls missed and Y/n pouted as Tom laughed at them. But then Tom and Harrison missed to, which led to a couple of exchanges without anyone putting a ball in one of the last cups.

“This time, I swear we’re not missing”, Y/n said as a drunken giggle fell from her lips. The wine Katherine and she had chosen was stronger than what she was used to and she was actually getting a little drunk.

“Good luck with that, love.” Tom winked at her. “We all know who’s gonna win.”

“Certainly not you two”, Katherine affirmed. “Y/n and I are gonna crush you.”

“Says the girl who’s missed each time”, Harrison laughed.

Katherine threw the ball, which landed in one of the cups. “What did you say?” she asked as Y/n high-fived her.

Y/n quickly threw her ball, which landed in another cup.

“Fuck!” Tom cursed. “Haz, can you please stop being so bad?”

“Excuse me, you ain’t better mate”, Haz laughed.

The two guys downed the cups, only one remaining in front of them while two were still in front of Y/n and Katherine. Tom put his cup aside and then prepared to throw his ping pong ball. He concentrated, furrowing his brows and Y/n couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable when he did that. He threw his ball while Y/n was still staring at him so she didn’t see when it bounced on the table once before falling into one of the last two cups.

“We won!” Tom exclaimed before fist-bumping with Harrison. “Told you we were gonna win, darling.” His gaze went to Y/n, who felt her cheeks burning as she looked away.

“Yeah yeah”, she said, crossing her arms on her chest.

Y/n looked to Harrison as he walked around the table to give a hug to Katherine, who was faking to be offended. She then glanced to Tom again.

“Don’t look so mad, I told you Haz and I never lose”, Tom said as he walked to Y/n. “And I mean it ain’t your fault if you lost, Katherine isn’t the best…”

“I can here you Thomas!” Katherine exclaimed, her voice muffled from her face being buried in Haz’s chest.

“Get a room already!” Tom said back, which earned him a blow from Harrison on the shoulder. “Hey!”

The rest of the night went by, Harrison, Katherine, Tom and Y/n hanging out together, playing another game of beer pong and then “Never have I ever” with a couple of other people. Towards the end of the evening, the four of them ended up sitting in Katherine and Y/n’s room, talking about college (or rather complaining about college) while drinking a last glass of wine.

“You know what, I think we’re gonna go to bed”, Harrison said.

Katherine and he were cuddling on the bed while Y/n and Tom were sitting next to each other on the floor, their backs against the dresser.

“Already?” Tom whined.

“I’m not going to bed with you, you div”, Harrison laughed. “Kate and I will go.”

“Wait, where am I supposed to sleep then?” Tom asked.

Meanwhile, Y/n was slowly understanding that that meant she was going to have to sleep with Tom. She started to giggle.

“You alright?” Tom enquired, his brows furrowed.

“They’re going to have sex”, Y/n said before starting to laugh again.

“Damn right we are”, Katherine replied as Harrison and she got up.

“Not in my bed!” Tom complained.

“You have a bed right here, don’t you?” Harrison said, winking at Tom.

To say Tom turned red was an understatement. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, you div”, Harrison said.

He patted Tom on the head before walking away, hand in hand with Katherine. They shut the door behind them, which left Y/n and Tom alone. Suddenly, Y/n became more than aware of the proximity between the two of them and she felt so shy. She got up and sat on the bed instead. Tom was looking at her.

“Kate and Haz are divs”, he stated. He took his cellphone out of his pocket. “I’ll go sleep in someone else’s room.”

“Oh, I don’t mind if you uh… if you uh sleep here”, Y/n said as her cheeks burned.

“No, I’d rather not sleep here”, Tom said as he got up. “I’ll go sleep in Tuwaine’s room.”

Y/n shook her head as she felt disappointed. “You can stay, it’s okay.”

Tom smiled. “You really want me to stay, uh?”

“Well, I mean, uh, there are two places in the bed here, you wouldn’t want to sleep on the floor right?”

Tom nodded. “Fair enough. But you stay on your side uh?”

Y/n chuckled. “I won’t touch you, don’t worry.”

There was a moment of silence as the two of them avoided the other’s gaze.

This is so awkward.

Tom got up and walked around the bed to sit on the other side. Y/n turned her head to look at him.

“Do you mind if I put on my PJs?” she asked.

Tom laughed. “Go on.”

Y/n got up and grabbed said PJs from her bag. “You have to promise not to look though.”

“I promise”, Tom said as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

Y/n cocked her eyebrow. “Then what are you doing right now?”

Tom looked away, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Sorry.”

Y/n chuckled as she quickly undressed to put her PJs on. She put the pants on first. “You know”, she said, “it’s kinda great to not be a third wheel with Haz and Kate for once.”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s had to be with them in all of the parties”, Tom replied as he glanced over his shoulder. He caught sight of Y/n in her bra and he quickly looked away without her noticing. His cheeks were now burning.

“True”, Y/n chuckled, putting her shirt on. “I bet parties are the worst place to be with them too.”

“I’m surprised they stayed with us for so long actually”, Tom admitted.

Y/n threw her clothes in her bag before sitting back on the bed. “You can turn now.”

Tom turned around, his eyes finding hers quickly. “Nice PJs.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a nerd”, Y/n said as she looked down at her Spider-Man PJs.

“I’m a Marvel fan myself, don’t worry”, Tom chuckled.

He then took Y/n by surprise by taking his shirt off. “What are you doing?” Y/n enquired as she tried her best not to look at his sculpted chest.

“I sleep in boxer briefs only, love”, Tom replied, his voice lower than it should have been. He scraped his throat. “Or I get too hot and can’t sleep”, he added. He cursed himself mentally, knowing he had probably made it worse by adding that.

“Right”, Y/n nodded. “I’ll shut the lights off, if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t like the sight?” Tom enquired.

“What! No, it has nothing to do with uh…” she trailed off as her eyes landed on his abs again. How could he have abs while he was sitting?

Tom got up and shut the lights off himself. He finished undressing as Y/n’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. Y/n felt the mattress dip when he sat down.

“Shall we get under the covers?” she suggested. Why am I so lame?

“Sounds like a plan”, Tom replied, sounding just as lame as she did.

Once they were lying under the covers, Y/n turned to shoot a look at Tom, who was facing her.

“What are you looking at?” he asked.

“Nothin’”, Y/n whispered. “Good night, Tom.”

“Good night”, Tom smiled.

Y/n rested her head on the pillow. Part of her desperately wanted to get closer to Tom, maybe even kiss him, but she knew that that was the alcohol talking, not her. She wasn’t ready for another relationship or for anything in that field if she was being honest. She shut her eyes, a small smile finding her lips when she heard soft snores coming from Tom.

Maybe she wasn’t ready for a relationship but, somehow, not being alone in bed for the first time in months warmed her heart. She fell asleep peacefully, the same soft smile on her lips.

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In My Head: Chapter 2

Hello, my lovelies! It took a bit longer than I had anticipated to get this chapter posted, since the last week or so has been super crazy, but here is the next chapter in this short multi-chapter story. If you missed the first chapter of this story and want to get caught up, be sure to give it a read!

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Chloe had managed to avoid all of Rae’s calls for the rest of the weekend and had even been able to dodge calls and offers to go out with the rest of the gang, but on Monday morning, she knew that she had no other choice but to face the gang—including her best mate that had inadvertently been the cause of her recent turmoil.

Chloe had tried denying that the dream she had about Rae meant anything, but the more that she remembered how much she had wished the dream was real, she knew that there had to be something more to it.

When Chloe finished getting ready for college, she came downstairs and saw her mum in the kitchen making herself a brew.

“Good morning, Chloe. Are you feeling better today?” Chloe’s mum asked.

“Feeling better..?” Chloe asked as she began making herself some toast to eat before she had to leave for college.

“Yeah, you hardly left your room all weekend and every time one of your mates would call you’d ask me to tell them that you weren’t feeling well and would call them back,” Chloe’s mum replied with a look of concern on her face as she stood beside her daughter sipping her coffee.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I’m feeling better. It must have just been a flu or something that took a couple days to run its course,” Chloe reasoned as she placed the hot toast onto a plate and began to spread her favorite type of jam on each slice.

“I see. Well, were you feeling sick at all when you were with Rae Friday night?”

“Rae actually had a date on Friday so I only spent the afternoon with her. That evening I made plans to meet up with Archie and I was feeling fine, but I guess whatever it was came over me pretty quickly.”

“Perhaps...you mentioned that Rae had a date. Who with?” Chloe’s mum asked as she took a seat at the table and angled her chair to face her daughter where she stood beside the counter.

“Finn.”

“Really?” Chloe’s mum asked in surprise, “The Nelson boy? As in your mate, Finn?”

“Yeah, he’s the only Finn that we know, so...” Chloe replied with a dismissive shrug.

“Oh, well...good for her! He’s a very handsome young man and Rae is...well, she’s Rae, I suppose,” Chloe’s mum said as she took a long sip of her coffee to mask her shock.

What is that supposed to mean, mum?

Rae is perfect and deserves so much better than Finn fucking Nelson!

He’s the lucky one for getting to spend even one minute with Rae and…

“Oh, uh, yeah…I’m sure both of them had a lot of fun on their date. I should be heading out now. I’ll see you later, Mum,” Chloe mumbled as she pulled her backpack on by one strap using her free hand while holding her last slice of toast in her other hand.

Chloe walked out of the house, only vaguely aware of her mum calling out to have a nice day at college as she hurried out the door.

Chloe knew that after dodging their calls all weekend, the gang would all be looking for her, so she was careful to leave for college much earlier than she normally would so she could take the long route to college and ensure that she would not cross paths with them before she was fully ready to face them.

When Chloe got to college, she could see the last group of students entering the building, suggesting that class would be starting soon.

Luckily, Chloe  knew that her first class of the day was on the opposite side of the building from the rest of the gang’s, which made avoiding the gang much easier, since wherever the gang is, Rae is likely to be close by as well and she just can’t stand to look her in the eye yet.

More so than just the awkwardness of having a sex dream about her best mate that she has known since they were both kids, Chloe was still feeling conflicted and confused about the dream because she feared that the dream had sparked feelings and questions that she had never explored or taken time to consider before.

I love Rae.

Of course I love Rae, everyone in the gang does…

But do I love her like a best mate or a sister or like a lover?

I have no clue, but I do know that until I can figure it all out, I’m gonna have to avoid Rae at all costs!

As Chloe turned the corner to get to her French class, she ran directly into someone else, nearly causing them both to drop their books that they were carrying.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going—” Chloe began to apologize, but when she looked up to see who stood in front of her, her throat went completely dry.

“Chlo! I’m so glad that I ran into you...well, not literally, but I was hoping to catch you before your first class. I thought you had died or skipped town or something!” Rae replied with a chuckle as she adjusted her hold on the small stack of books that she was carrying.

“Oh, I wasn’t feeling well this weekend,” Chloe muttered while looking at the other students passing by them in the hallway to avoid making eye contact with Rae.

“Yeah, your mum told me that much, but she said you couldn’t even talk on the phone whenever I rang you…” Rae replied and without even having to look at her, Chloe could hear the sadness and hurt in her voice.

“Yeah, she wanted to let me rest and I told her that I would try calling you all back if I felt better.”

“Oh...well, are you feeling better today?” Rae asked as she reached across and placed a reassuring hand on Chloe’s shoulder.

“Suppose so…” Chloe mumbled, trying to disguise her subtle shrug to shake Rae’s hand off of her shoulder as an effort to adjust the straps on her backpack.

“Are you sure?” Rae asked, clearly not believing the facade that Chloe had put up. “I know we normally meet up to work on homework after college on Mondays, but if you want to take this week off to get more rest, I understand.”

“Yeah!” Chloe replied a bit too quickly, causing her to wince internally when she looked at Rae and could see the hurt on her face, “I mean...I think that may be best if we take this week off from studying.”

“Oh, okay...well I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you later, right?”

Chloe nodded and replied with a noncommittal sound before slipping past where Rae stood in front of her and walking into her French class before their conversation could go on any further.

For the rest of the day, when Chloe was not in class, she was on the lookout for Rae and the rest of the gang and doing everything in her power to avoid crossing paths with them.

Chloe had almost forgotten why she was avoiding the gang until she saw Rae take a seat at the table outside alongside Finn, Izzy, and Archie. She quickly turned on her heel, preferring to skip lunch opposed to sitting with the gang if that’s what it came down to; however, she couldn’t shake the feelings of guilt when she heard Izzy calling her name as she turned and walk back inside the building.

After lunch, Chloe was finally able to relax, since she knew that the rest of the gang did not have any classes nearby hers for the rest of the day, so she did not have to constantly be on high alert.

Avoiding the gang is exhausting and I feel terrible for doing it…

But I also don’t think I can stand to talk to Rae again, based on how tense our prior conversation had been before class this morning.

When Chloe’s final class of the day was dismissed, she gathered her books and walked out of the classroom with all the other students and into the crowded main hallway.

As she was walking through the hallway, Chloe saw Rae walking in the opposite direction, directly towards where she was. Chloe was fairly certain that she had seen Rae before Rae could see her, but rather than risk it, she took the opportunity to slip into the library to avoid being seen by her best mate.

Walking further into the library, Chloe noticed a few people from her French class sitting at a table and studying and quickly walked over to them and asked to join their study group.

She cast a quick glance over her shoulder, just to be sure that she had made it there unseen, but soon joined in on her classmates as they were discussing the content that was introduced that morning in class.

“This morning, Professeure Martin mentioned that chapters one through three would be covered on the exam next week, but she also said that there were a few concepts from chapter four that will be included on the exam, since we are not going through the entire chapter,” Chloe explained to her classmates as she pulled her notes from class that morning out of her bag to be able to better answer some of the questions that they were asking her.

“Chloe?”

As soon as Chloe heard her name, her stomach dropped and she hesitantly glanced over her shoulder to see Rae standing a short distance away from the table she was sitting at.

Despite not wanting to talk to Rae alone just yet, she knew that it would be rude to interrupt the others who were studying, so she excused herself from the table and walked over to the magazine display shelf that Rae was standing next to.

“Rae,” Chloe said in greeting when she stood as far away from Rae as she could justify.

“Hiya! I thought I saw you walk into here,” Rae replied with a smile as she set aside the magazine she had been casually thumbing through.

“Oh, uh, yeah…”

“Um, okay...well I just wanted to see if you wanted to walk home together, since we’re not going to study at yours today.”

“Oh, I’m...I’m actually gonna study here in the library for a while…” Chloe said as she cast a glance over her shoulder in the direction of the table she had been sitting at moments before.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, we have a big exam coming up in French and I’ve been struggling, so I wanted to come in here and study with some of the other people in my class.”

“In French class? I thought you were doing really well in that class. Just last week you were bragging about how your teacher always adds comments about how good the work you turn in is…”

“Yeah, that was before, but now I’m having some trouble. We learned some new material this morning that I don’t understand, so I was gonna help some people from my class with the other stuff and they were gonna help me practice what we covered in class today.”

“Oh, okay. That’s fine. If you need to study for that, I get it,” Rae replied with disappointment clear in her voice, “If you’re feeling alright later tonight, you can ring me if you wanna chat.”

Chloe half-heartedly nodded in reply and Rae gave her a small, tight-lipped smile before walking away.

Chloe walked back to the table and took a seat with her French classmates, trying to pick up on the currently topic of conversation so she could jump back in and study with them however, the last thing on Chloe’s mind was the latest assigned chapter in her French class.

With a deep sigh in an effort to put aside everything Rae-related that had been weighing heavily on her mind for the last four days, Chloe opened up her French textbook and found the page her classmates were all referring to as she listened to the questions they were asking.

“If any of you need help understanding what we discussed in class this morning, let me know. I took a French Literature course last year, so what Professeure Martin taught in class was mostly review for me,” Chloe explained before all her classmates began talking over each other to ask any and all questions that they had for her.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep all of this up…

A/N:  What can I say? After trying my hand at writing a little bit of steamy fun between Rae and Chloe in the first chapter, I couldn’t resist stirring up some drama and inner conflict in this chapter.

In this chapter, Chloe tries to avoid Rae and the gang, but in the next chapter, but it’s only a matter of time before Chloe has to face her fears and finally confront the gang (and Rae!) about why she has been blowing them off recently.

Have no fear, my dears, I can promise you that things will work out by the end of the story ^_^ Until next time: stay awesome, my friends!

[06love]

College adventures! | Part 1 of ?

Jimin + Prompt: “Seriously though, I need to get fucked by somebody other than my life.”

College!AU, Hot Nerd!Jimin, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing.

Rooh’s note: so this happened and it will be little scenarios under 1k on adventures jimin and y/n will have that will eventually lead to smut? That’s my plan, but let’s see where this goes. (This is an experimental writing style of mine and I’m on mobile ;_;) please tell me your thoughts 💭 Enjoy <3

Part 1 | Part 2 |Part 3|

Jimin chocked on his soup spitting some of it on the table you both were sitting on.

“What the fuck Jimin, close your mouth!” You complained while cleaning your arms that had bits of carrot in them.

“It ain’t my fault you have the weirdest phrases to say at inappropriate times, honestly!” He complained as he tried to clean his tray, in his defense you’re not unusual to say weird stuff but he still had not gotten used to it. “If you want to get fucked so bad why not call Taehyung? You know he said he’s willing to take it from you.” He continued not making eye contact with you.

“I’m not gonna give my v card to Taehyung, god that kid knows me since we were 6, and he’s joking. He has seen me naked more times than I can count, no way he’s the one poping this cherry.” You pointed to your inner parts not really caring about the people around you. Not many could listen to you, but you didn’t really care anyways.

Jimin in the other hand was more than used to it, and took another spoon of his soup ignoring you. “It’s not the end of the world, you can pass this next year, just study more.”

“Study more? What the fuck jimin, I’ve been taking this subject for the last 2 years how the fuck am I gonna study more than I already did? Jesus fucking Christ!” You grunted throwing your body dramatically on the chair.

“Well if you spent more time in the library and less in your room playing videogames maybe you would’ve passed at this point.” He changed plates to proceed to the main course.

“Well if you had spent more time in parties and less in the library you would’ve probably lost your virginity by this point but I’m not calling anyone out.” You hissed, and once again he chocked glaring at you, your tone a little too loud for others to notice.

“You know, if you would’ve been a little bit more nice to me I would probably help you in the first year, but all you did was make fun of me, look at you now.” He kept on eating trying to seem unfazed. “And guess what, at least I-“ he lowered his voice and approached you in front of the table. “I passed all my classes and if everything goes well, I will be leaving this university in the next 2 years” he glared at you again and continued “And, I’m probably gonna leave here with a girlfriend” you laughed, but he ignored you. “you on the other hand, will stay here for another 4 years and your pussy is gonna be as dry as the Sahara desert since all the fucks you get on your online games aren’t enough to actually get you real men.”

Your were furious, but you let it go. “Was I really That mean to you in the first year?” You asked looking into the window, your university cafeteria had a nice view you had to admit.

“You called me fatass every time I walked past you. I mean it’s obvious I have a big ass but now everyone in the university knows about it cause you screamed it every 30 minutess.” He looked down picking his plate, probably loosing his appetite. “You know, that wouldn’t even be so bad, but when you told everyone I was a virgin that’s when I thought you crossed a line. I trusted you with something, and you betrayed me. So give me one reason why I should help you with Mechanics?” Jimin looked at you waiting for your answer, but you seemed embarrassed enough with what he said so he backed of, going back into picking into his plate.

“I’m sorry ok, I didn’t know I hurt you that bad. And I’m sorry I betrayed your confidence. I, I legit thought you were joking around, I mean, who would’ve thought you were a virgin.” You shrugged.

“And why would that be? Huh? Why would I joke around about that?” He looked at you curious, quirking his eyebrows.

“Cause you know, it’s you, you’re… Park Jimin. Hot park jimin, every girl wanted a piece of you, who would’ve thought you were a virgin? I mean I didn’t.” You looked at him as if what you said was obvious.

“So I would’ve told my friend, that I was a virgin because???”

“I thought you wanted to get into my pants, ok? and I told you I was a virgin you said that you were one too, like what the fuck, who says that kind of stuff? Someone who obviously wants to fuck you. Right?” You looked like you were making an obvious statement again.

“You have some serious problems you know that? Have you ever thought I could’ve been feeling the truth? Maybe because I wanted you to believe me? Wanted you to know you’re not alone?”

“Jimin I’m sorry ok? I didn’t think of it that way… sorry.” You look away. “It’s been 2 years, can’t you let it go?”

“I’ve let it go a long time ago, you’re the one who brought it back up. Why did you even come to me anyways? Where’s Taehyung? Aren’t you always with him? Why not ask him to help you with mechanics?” Jimin asked as he stared gathering his belongings.

“Tae is into photography and Art, how the fuck will he help me with physics? You’re the smart one and you know it. Please Jimin I really need your help…” you almost begged.

Jimin sighed for a 10th time probably in this conversation. “I really want to help you, but I don’t have time. I’m all fed up with Chemical Processes, so I can’t. Sorry.” He said getting up and grabbing his tray, walking towars the exit.

You got up desperately and started walking behind him, he ignored you for a few seconds after placing the tray where it belonged, until he turned to face you and asked “What?”

“I know you hate me cause I told your secret, but… do you really want me to end up here another 4 years? Do you? I can’t Jimin, please!”

“Y/N I literally have nothing do to with that, you’re the one who decided to stop hanging out with me and go with the cool kids, and I can’t really do more to help you at this point I don’t have time.” He exhaled while turning around to keep his track, and you kept following him.

“What if I give you somethig in return?” You asked dodging people in your way keeping up with his pace.

“What could it be, that you have that I want enough to take up my precious time?” He asked still walking.

“What if I give you something no one else can have?”

With that you caught his attention.

“What could that be? Money? Your underwear collection?” He laughted it off.

“What if I give you my v card?” Jimin halted abruptly, turning to face You.

“What did you say?”

“Ok not that, I was trying to call for your attention.” Jimin’s heart almost dropped as he sighed. “Wait, you wanted that?” You asked looking into him and for a second you saw hesitation in his eyes before he denied. “You do, you want me to sleep with you don’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s anti ethical. Plus, I haven’t wanted you since our first year, after you betrayed my confidence.” He kept walking, you wonder when will he drop this, but then you realized he said he wanted you, which means he did like you back then.

“Wait ok, ok!” You said stopping in front of him. “What if I make it up to you, what if i… uhm, go out with you a couple times, pay for some dinners, uhm? What you say?” You asked with puppy dog eyes. “Cmon jimin, free food, and nice company. Let me make it up to you, and you help me pass. What u say about that?”

Jimin looked thoughtful for a minute, then he sighed and complied, you jumped and hugged him. “Thank you so much, I promise you I’ll give you everything you want, anything you want it’s on me.”

Jimin sighed again. “Let’s start Saturday at 9am, the sooner the better. You’re a lost cause in Physics.”

“Ok, sure, I’ll be at your place. I’ll even bring those pancakes you love.” You said as you trailed off into the hallway. “Thank you” you shouted.

Jimin looked at you walking away, once again his crush for you had gotten the best of him. “You’re weak” he whispered to himself before heading to class.

[such-a-common-girl]

Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Final Chapter

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 4,260

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol, some sadness, fluff, and smut to end the series. ;)

“Only two more months,” She gives you a smile. “Then its summer, and you won’t ever have to see him again.”

All you have to do is make it through the end of the semester, and Dean Winchester will be out of your life for good.

TWO MONTHS LATER

“You have fifty-five minutes to complete this final,” Professor Crowley says as he paces up and down the front of the classroom, giving all of you an intimidating glance, which only makes you want to roll your eyes. He always loves to make himself look like a big bad wolf, but you (and several other students) know he’s a closeted softie.

“If you don’t complete the seventy-five questions within that time span, the highest grade you can get is a C. So I’d recommend not screwing up unless you want to be stuck with me again next semester. I’m always a joy.” He says with a smirk, and you have to hide your “bitch face”, as Nina calls it.

“But, without further adue… Begin.” He finishes with a wave of his hand, and you pick up your pencil to begin filling in the answers to your final test. You’ve studied and you have no doubts you’re going to pass. You need to pass, just for the sake of your sanity.

These past two months have been hell, and unlike your other two years in university, you were actually looking forward to finals this year. The closer to finals, the closer to getting the hell of out Dean’s class. Having to be around him twice a week, pretending like nothing happened between you two, pretending you don’t feel for him anymore, having to act like you aren’t affected at all by the fact that you broke up with the one guy who made you feel special and loved… It’s torture.

Plus, it doesn’t hurt to get out of Mr. “King of Drama and Sarcasm” Crowley’s class.

You don’t know why you’re acting like this about Dean. You broke up with him. You knew it would be awkward and uncomfortable after you ended your relationship (still being his student), so why are you feeling this way? Oh, right. Because you could have never guessed how unbearable it would be when you made your decision two months ago. Not because of the awkwardness (although that sucks just as much), but because of the realization that you actually really loved him. That’s what hurts the most. You loved Dean, and you still do. But you refuse to show your emotions to anyone about that- not even Nina, and especially not Dean. You made your decision long ago, and even though it’s hard, you still believe that you made the right one. “I cannot risk my future for a man.”

The only thing you can do now is wait. You take Dean’s final tomorrow, meaning you never have to see him again after that, and then you can go get shitfaced drunk at the bar that you and Nina have recently become fond of. It’s simple- a little vodka can cure anything, including a sad heart.

In reality, you know you’re only getting worse. After all that promising yourself that you would never be that girl who becomes a complete mess after a breakup, you feel like that’s exactly who you’ve become. You might not be showing it on the outside, but on the inside, it’s like a tornado came through and destroyed everything. To everyone else, you’re better than ever. You’ve become more social, your flirting game has improved (thanks to Nina and her insistence that you find a rebound to get over Dean), and your grades have remained impeccable. You’re like the image of the perfect college student, balancing everything out flawlessly. But in reality, you know that you’re just trying to find things to fill the void. The partying, the guys, the staying up late to study for a test that you couldn’t give less of a fuck about- you’re just trying to distract your mind. Because you fucking miss Dean, but you won’t let yourself do anything about it. “I cannot risk my future for a man.”

You shake your head, attempting to focus on the test in front of you. Your eyes widen when you realize that almost twenty minutes have passed by already and you’ve only answered ten questions, and you begin to speed through the test. Thank god that English is one of your best subjects and you studied for it, because if you hadn’t, you’d be screwed. You can’t have on your transcript that you failed an English course when you’re literally studying to become an English teacher.

Finishing with only two minutes to spare, you take a breath of relief as you walk up to the front and turn your paper in. Refusing to waste any more time in that classroom, you walk out as quickly as you possibly can. Five finals down, one more to go.

As you walk down the hallway to get to the campus parking lot, you see Dean, leaned against the wall and talking to his brother, Sam. You don’t know why Sam’s here, but seeing Dean immediately makes your stomach sink and your heart hurt. You always try your best to avoid seeing him whenever you’re not in class because of this reason. Seeing him hurt you. And by the way he looks at you, you know it hurts him, too. You hang your head low and try to walk past them quickly, but not before making eye contact with Sam for a split second. His eyes go wide before shaking his head and going back to his conversation with Dean, obviously not going to say anything to him.

“What just happened? You look like you just saw a freakin’ ghost, dude.” You can hear Dean say after you’ve walked past.

“Nah, nothing. Just saw someone who looks like Jess when we were in college, that’s all.” Sam responds, and you start to walk faster before you can hear the rest of their conversation.

‘One more day, Y/N. One more day.’

-

You spend the rest of the day at your apartment, taking advantage of the fact that Nina is still at school doing one of her last finals. Grabbing your package of Oreos and a Gatorade, you bring your mythology textbook into the living room on the couch, beginning to stuff your face while you cram in some last minute studying.

“So,” You say out loud to yourself, which always helps you study. “The three main gods are Zeus, Poisdeon, and Hades. Other gods include Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, Apollo, Demeter…” You begin naming off all of the major and minor gods, as well as demi-gods. That was the main part of the final- naming them all and their powers. It’s a relatively easy test since all it requires is memorization. You’d take that any day over something like Calculus or Astro Physics, both of which Nina is taking.

You’re almost done studying, confident that you know all the information when you feel your phone vibrate. Assuming that it’s Nina asking what you want for dinner, you don’t even bother reading who messaged you. Typing in your password, you open your messages, reading what it says.

‘Hey. Need to talk asap. Call me.’

You look at who messaged you, confused. Your heart skips a beat when you read who sent you this- Dean Winchester. You begin to feel excited, but after only a few seconds, you start to feel dread. What could he possibly want to talk to you about?

Furrowing your eyebrows, you hit the call button, lifting up your phone to your ear.

“Hi.” Dean’s deep voice says through the speaker.

“Hi.” You barely make out, unsure of what to say.

“Do you think you can come over?” He asks, catching you off guard. “We need to talk.”

“Professor, I’ll see you tomorrow. Can’t it wait?” You respond, trying to sound as professional as possible. He is your teacher, after all. That relationship of yours is in the past, so you are treating it like it’s in the past. All he is to you now is your teacher… right?

“Y/N…” He breathes. “No. It can’t. And don’t call me Professor. Just because we br-… Just don’t call me that. It sounds weird coming from you considering we… Yeah. Can you just come over?”

He sounds like he’s stumbling over his words, and you take a moment to consider it. Should you go over? I mean, he wouldn’t be calling you asking to talk unless it was an emergency. There is definitely an unspoken rule between you two that you won’t talk unless it’s for class purposes.

“Sure,” You finally say. “I’ll head over now.”

“Sweet.” Dean says before he hangs up, leaving you feeling sort of odd. The last time you went over to Dean’s house, he was fucking you on his dining room table.

You rush into your room, trying to find some clothes that are at least somewhat presentable. Sure, he’s your ex and you shouldn’t care what he thinks because there’s no way you’re getting back together, but you do care. You’re not going to show up to his house looking like trash.

Quickly throwing on a loose fitting t-shirt and leggings, you grab your keys and head out the door. It doesn’t take you long to get to his house, and once you’re there, your heart is beating out of your chest. Why did you even agree to come, again?

You turn off your car and walk up to the front door, almost debating turning around and going home. You could always just say you suddenly started feeling sick, you couldn’t go, and he’d never know… But unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for you, as you were just about to turn around, Dean opened the door. And for the first time he’s seen you since the breakup… He looks happy to see you.

“Y/N, hey, come in.” Dean smiles, opening the door up for you.

“Okay,” You say quietly, giving him a small smile back. “So what’s going on?”

“You want some dinner or something?” He asks, disregarding the question. “There’s some pizza in the kitchen. If you want.”

“No… I’m good.” You give him a questioning look as you stand in the middle of his living room, unsure if you should sit down or not. “So, Professor… Please tell me why I’m here.”

“Please stop calling me Professor, Y/N. Please.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “It’s impersonal as hell.”

“Isn’t that how this is supposed to be?” You give Dean a challenging look. “You’re my professor, therefore, I call you by that.”

“Is this how this is always going to be between us?” Dean raises his voice. “Uncomfortable? Awkward? Snarky comments from you? Jesus Christ, Y/N. You dumped me. Not the other way around.”

“You- You’re right. I’m sorry.” You look down at the floor. “I don’t want it to be like this between us either. It’s just… I don’t know how else to act around you. This sucks for me, too.”

“You sure you don’t want dinner?” He says after a few moments, changing the subject again.

“Yes, I am sure. I stuffed my face with Oreos not too long before you messaged.” You admit, shrugging your shoulders.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Dean laughs, making you smile. For a second, it feels just like old times. “So… What I needed to talk about. I got another job.”

“You what?” Your mouth drops.

“Washburn University offered me a better paying job a few weeks ago. It’s only a half an hour away so I’ll just commute…” Dean trails off. “I just thought I should let you know. Tomorrow is my last day working for KU.”

“Oh,” You whisper. A million thoughts are going through your head, but there is one that is more prominent than any of the others- he’s not going to be your teacher anymore. “So… You’re not going to be a teacher at my university anymore.” You ask, but it comes out as more of a statement.

“Pretty much.” Dean nods, and you catch a look of hopefulness in your eyes, which you’re sure you’re mirroring. “So if you’re still wanting that letter of recommendation I don’t mind writing it now.”

He’s not going to be a teacher at your school anymore. You won’t be breaking any more rules, you won’t be risking being kicked out of school, and you won’t be feeling like you’re compromising your own values for a man. You won’t be feeling so heartbroken anymore. Because he’s not going to be your teacher anymore.

“I love you,” You blurt out, unable to stop yourself. “I really, really love you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. These two months have been hell. And now that you’re leaving KU, I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I’m so sorry.”

Dean’s smiles just about reaches his ears at your words.

“I love you too, baby girl, I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers as he leans in to kiss you, his lips pressing up against yours. You smile into the kiss, a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. This is definitely not what you imagined happening not even five minutes ago, but things have changed in the best way possible.

Dean’s hands grip on your waist as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands roaming your back. Your hands are tangled up in his hair as you deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip. You grind your hips against him, earning a moan from both of you. This is just what you both needed. Each other.

He pulls off your shirt, stopping to admire for a moment before going back to kissing you. Just as he starts to kiss your neck, you pull back, giving him a sympathetic look.

“What?” He asks you, looking up at you in surprise. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all. You’re perfect, like always.” You reassure him. “But I want to wait. At least until tomorrow. After tomorrow… We’re good. But you’re still my teacher right now, Dean.” You bite your lip.

“That didn’t ever stop you before,” His hands grip your ass, and you have to hold back a moan.

“Dean,” You give him a stern look, trying to keep your self-control intact.

“Fine, fine,” He sighs. “I respect that. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You peck his lips one more time before crawling off his lap. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Professor.” You wink at him.

“You’re leaving?” He frowns. “You just got here. We just got back together.”

“If I don’t leave now, I don’t know how much self-control I’ll be able to have,” You whisper in his ear. “Just feel how wet. All because of you. I’ve missed you touching me.” You grab his hand and place it over your clothed clit, your wetness seeping through your leggings. His eyes become even more lust filled, and you notice his jeans grow even tighter.

“Fuck,” He lets out an airy laugh. “Tomorrow better come real quick. Come over after the final. You’re my last class of the day.”

“Will do. I’ll have to just let Nina know that our plans to go get drunk are canceled, but I’m sure she’ll understand.” You explain. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you.” He kisses you passionately one more time before allowing you to leave. “I’m glad this worked out the way it did.”

“Me too,” You say before exiting the door. Once it’s closed, you take a deep breath and lean your back up against the closed door, a smile on your face. Everything works out the way it’s supposed to. And apparently, that means you and Dean do end up getting your happy ending after all.

-

“Times up, people. Don’t care if you finished or not. Turn in your papers on my desk and then go return to your seats. I have an announcement for you.” Dean says as he stands up at the front of the classroom, and you set your pencil down on the desk. You barely finished in time.

You walk up to his desk and set the paper down, feeling Dean’s eyes on yours the entire time. He wasn’t being shy about it at all like he used to be. Anyone in the classroom who was looking at him could obviously tell that he was looking you up. Apparently, he just doesn’t care anymore- he quit his job, after all.

“Thank you all for being one of the best classes I’ve had in a while. Now, I’m not one for soppy speech’s so I’m going to spare you all. This was the last class I’ll be teaching here at KU. I was offered a job over in Topeka and I took it, starting fall semester. I hope that you all will understand. There are just bigger, better things for me if I work over in Topeka.” Dean glances at you before returning his stare to the class. “Thank you all for being good students and not making me pull my hair out. You’re dismissed.”

You can see some of the female students look visibly sad that he was leaving, seemingly missing out on their chance to bag the hot professor of the school. Too bad he’s already taken.

“So, Dean,” You start once all the other students are gone. “You ready for bigger, better things?”

“Beyond ready.” He walks over to you and kisses you, not caring that the door is open and anyone- including Mr. Shurley- could walk in. “What do you say we take this back to my house?”

“Definitely,” You say. “I am still wound up from last night, you know…”

You’ve never seen a man rush to get home faster. He practically sprinted to his desk to grab his keys and go out to his car. You drive yourself to his house, getting excited. To say that Dean is a good lover is an understatement. No one you’ve been with in these past two months has lived up to par. Besides, sleeping with Dean now just seems like an even bigger step to “bigger, better things.”

As soon as you’re both in the house, his lips are attacking yours, rushing to remove your clothes. By the time you’re both naked, you’re practically already fucking. His fingers are rubbing your clit, his mouth sucking on your breasts, leaving hickies everywhere. His name is on your mouth like a prayer, your back arched on the bed sheets as he pleasures you.

“Fuck, Dean,” You moan out as he slides himself into you. This was a different kind of sex, one you’ve never had. Needy, rushed, but still full of love. It’s different, but you’re definitely into it.

Dean grunts as he rolls his hips into yours, starting off slow but quickly fucking you fast and hard onto the mattress. Your hands scratch down his back as the mattress squeaks and the bed frame slams into the wall, sinful sounds filling the room. You tighten your legs around his waist and pull him deeper into you, loving the way his cock pleases you.

“I want to be on top,” You manage to get out between moans, and he pulls out, laying down on his back on the bed. You crawl on top of him and he positions himself at your entrance, allowing you to sink down onto him.

“Fuck, I fucking love you,” Dean hisses, his hands grabbing your waist tightly for some kind of grip. You use your hips to move yourself up and down on his dick, giving you both maximum pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” You pant.

“Fuck, I’m close, don’t stop,” He says. Just as your orgasm is about to hit you, he begins to slam his hips up into yours, fucking you from underneath. This brings you fully to your climax, your walls clenching around him as you come undone. Less than a minute later, Dean is at his own end, his warm cum filling you as he cums.

“Goddamn,” You whisper as you remove yourself off of him, lying in bed. “I will never get tired of that.”

“Me either babe, fuck,” He laughs, kissing your lips lightly. “Hold on, I’m gonna go get a towel.”

“No,” You shake your head. “Wait a second. I wanna just enjoy this moment for a few seconds first, okay?”

“Okay.” He kisses you again, light and soft. It’s not hungry like it was earlier; it’s full of love and kindness. It’s the type of kiss you only give to someone you truly love.

Yeah, you’ll definitely never get tired of this.

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SIX YEARS LATER

“Y/N, I’m home and I brought Chinese!” You can hear Dean’s voice call out from the front door of your shared house- a perk of being married. No longer having to commute to each other’s houses every day. “Where are you?

You quickly shove the box that’s in your hand into the trashcan but keep the contents of the box in your hand. You shove the object into your back pocket before exiting the bathroom and heading into the living room to greet your husband.

“Hey babe, sorry. I was peeing.” You shrug your shoulders. “Oh God, you brought Chinese food. You’re such a great husband, you know that?”

You stand up on your tip-toes and peck his lips before grabbing the food container from his hands and going to eat the table. “How was work?”

“Same shit,” Dean shrugs. “No one giving a fuck about what I’m teaching, students falling asleep… You know. The usual. I’m gonna be a dick and give them a surprise quiz tomorrow.”

“Don’t be that way.” You laugh. “They’re college freshman. They don’t give a shit about anything. Trust me, I’m learning the same thing about the high schoolers that I’m teaching. None of them care about English class. It’s not personal babe.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean rolls his eyes. “You feeling any better? I know you’ve been feeling pretty shitty these past few days. Haven’t gone to work. That’s a lot for you, Mrs. ‘I Take My Job More Seriously Than My Life’ Winchester.”

“Yeah, I’m actually feeling a little better today, thanks.” You smile at him, opening up the container of food. “Way better now that you’ve brought me noodles, oh my god.”

“What is up with you and food lately?” Dean laughs. “Not that I care. I love it. I can eat all the shit I want without you looking at me all judgey like.”

“What?” You roll your eyes. “I never looked at you judgey like.”

“Yes you did, babe.”

“No I didn’t!” You laugh. “Whatever. How are Sam and Jess doing? I haven’t been over to see them in a while. I don’t know how they’re doing with the new baby. I should probably text her.”

“They’re good, I actually talked to Sam today and he invited us over for dinner sometime next week. If you’re down.”

You smile, deciding that this is the perfect time to tell him the big news. You can tell him now, give him a week to digest the news so you can tell Sam next week.

“Yes that’s fine...I have something to tell you.” You blurt out.

“What happened?” He looks worried. “Nina have to move in again? I’m sorry, I love her because she’s your best friend, but she is such a pain in the-“

“No no, nothing to do with Nina.” You laugh. You pull the positive pregnancy test out of your back pocket, handing it to Dean. “Congratulations. The birth control decided to not work so you’re going to be a dad!”

You sit back and wait for his reaction. Truth be told, you don’t know how he’s going to react. You’ve talked about kids and both agreed you want some, but neither of you ever talked about when you wanted to take that step. Not that it matters anymore.

“Holy shit,” Dean whispers. “I’m gonna be a dad. I’m gonna be a fucking DAD!”

He gets up from his chair and hugs you tightly, making you smile big. He twirls you around like you’ve always seen in the movies, his laughs of joy vibrating your body.

“See. Bigger and better things just keeps on getting better.” You tell him.

“Hell yeah it does, oh my god.” He kisses you. “I am so glad that you were once my student. God, I love you.”

The next thing that comes out of your mouth is something you would’ve never imagined yourself saying back when yours and his story first started. “I’m glad I was your student, too.”

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When In Doubt Bro It Out || Jason and Percy

Jason and Percy address the implicit ramifications of Reyna’s arrest and plan their next move.

Percy was in his Deep Sea Ecology lecture, which was usually fascinating, but for some reason today of all days he wasn’t enjoying himself. He wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe his ADHD was acting up. He just couldn’t focus. It didn’t really help when he spotted Jason peering around the door and then waving frantically at him. “Just one day,” he grumbled to himself, “I just want one day to get out of shit happening.” Shaking his head he quietly murmured apologies to everyone as he slipped out of the row and down the steps. Shrugging to his lecturer, he pointed at Jason and slipped out. “What the fuck dude?” he asked, “this had better be a really fun surprise. Froyo? Did you get a Nintendo Switch? Did Mr O’Leary appear on your apartment? Have we finally found my dog’s soulmate?”

Fresh from watching one of his best friends get taken away in handcuffs Jason knew a couple of things for certain. One) he needed to find Percy. Two) that if he didn’t find Percy soon all the anger inside of him was going to manifest as a lot of lightning in not a fun way. He checked the handy schedule of Percy’s classes he kept on his phone and charged into one of UNR’s main class buildings. “Move!” He snarled at a clog of students blocking the hallway, “Or I will move you.” Faced with the prospect of serving as bowling pins to his ball, they understandably broke up and he found Percy’s lecture hall. When he finally managed to get Percy’s attention it seemed like an age until the man was out in the hallway with him. Listening to Percy’s normally cute backchat, Jason dragged him into an empty lecture hall nearby. “The Senate just ordered Reyna arrested. She’s in a cell in HQ. Cat and Fergus carried out the order.”

It was weird how five words could get Percy’s mood to completely shift. He’d been lightly daydreaming about potential hellhound best friends and frozen yoghurt. Suddenly that was all crashing down around him. “What the fuck?” he said, stunned by what he had just heard. It honestly took him a moment to process. “She is the highest ranking officer other than you and Frank, so how the hell can the Senate just arrest her?” he almost dread to think what it was, suddenly it dawned on him that it might well be he who had gotten Reyna into so much trouble. “Jason, tell me exactly what happened. Fergus and Cat? At least Cat was there to stop Fergus from acting out, and I was so sure that he had changed. Fuck.” Looking around him, he shook his head gently. “We’ve got to get something to eat and talk.”

To Percy’s credit, the moment Jason revealed that it wasn’t sheer frivolity that made him pull his best friend out of class Percy snapped into Action Mode. “I’m aware she’s the highest ranking officer aside from me and Frank! I’ve tried calling Frank but I’ve got no answer… so I’m left assuming the same thing has happened to him.” He shook his head and paced around the room, “Fergus is perfectly primed to be anyone’s puppet; I’m sure it only took a few keywords like duty and responsibility to make him stop thinking for himself. I was leaving HQ after doing some paperwork. Reyna was on the front steps staring down Fergus and Cat and the entirety of the First and Second. They read some charges, we all got in a bit of a shouting match, I almost obliterated some people with lightning but held back, and Reyna went with them.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded. “Food is good. Food first. Plan of action second.”

“They’ll have Frank too, they were both supplying me with weapons so that I could train Greeks against monsters. After what happened to Tayla we had to find them a way to learn to defend themselves. But calling it high treason is beyond ridiculous….” Percy shook his  head and sighed, had he once again just made the situation worse than it was before? It seemed unbelievable to think that things could be any worse than they were right now, yet somehow he was sure that the world was capable of surprising them further. “What the fuck were they doing arresting them with that much strength? Reyna isn’t an idiot. She wouldn’t fight back. She’d know it would only make things worse for her….” he trailed off and led him out of the natural sciences block and onto the streets of New Rome. “What spin on it is the Senate putting?” he asked concerned.

Jason shook his head solemnly. This was terrible news. “Then they have effectively removed all the Legion’s senior leadership, leaving only the centurions and someone whose office is largely ceremonial.” Pausing for a moment, Jason wiped his glasses clear of smudges on the hem of his shirt, “I have no idea. But it was done in broad daylight in front of anyone who happened to be passing HQ. By now the news will have spread all over Rome.” As he followed Percy he could feel that seething boiling rage building up in him again. How could this happen? Under such obviously false charges? He held a hand up to stop Percy in his tracks “hang on a sec.” He walked far enough away from his friend to keep him safe and bellowed in rage up at the sky. Almost as if in response a great bolt of lightning shot down and struck him, and when the static cleared he felt a little better “I was going to blow. Had to let off a energy before I did it near people…” he rejoined Percy and shrugged “They haven’t put any spin on it yet. But based on the charges read they’re going to say she was supplying weapons to a militia of enemies of the State. They’ll charge her with high treason, sedition, and probably intent to commit rebellion. If I had to guess?” He just heaved a gigantic sigh. “They’ll have a very public sham trial and remove her and Frank from power permanently.”

“Of course they’ve done that, when they were putting the bill through they were being fought at every step by Frank and Reyna, they were the only ones who really had the power to prevent them from doing whatever the hell that they wanted, now that they’re no longer in control I dread to think what they will do next.” Percy sighed, but he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and laugh at his friend’s actions. “That really seemed completely necessary,” he replied with a snort. The truth was that he got it. Sometimes you needed to blow off steam. Sometimes that was literally what you needed. Shaking his head, Percy pulled Jason towards a quiet table on the Quad and looked around at all of the options. “What are we feeling?” he asked, more talking to himself than Jason. “Well, I guess the question now remains as to what we’re going to do to save them from being publicly humiliated when they’d done nothing wrong. I guess I could come forward and take the blame. But that doesn’t seem like it would change anything?”

“We can look to history to see what will happen next. And none of it is fucking pretty.” As they took their table in the Quad, Jason looked around furtively, convinced that at any moment Legionnaires would be coming for one of them. “Something fucking fattening.” He sighed as Percy put forth the question that had been gnawing at him since the arrest. “nothing? It’s going to be a spectacle because that’s what the Senate needs it to be.” His hand clasped protectively over Percy’s wrist, “Absolutely not!” He let go and sighed, “You have to know that you’re next, right? If they arrested the people supplying the militia, their obvious next step is to arrest the actual militia itself. Which is you. You and Annabeth need to be ready to flee the city.”

“Are you sure you’re not being dramatic? You watched them do all of this to our friend, is there no chance that you could just be royally pissed off? With good reason of course, but maybe this will just blow over….” Percy sighed gently and shook his head gently. “It isn’t going to blow over is it…” he trailed off once more and ran a finger over the edge of the table. “We’ve been ready to flee the city since the arrests were made the first time around, we figured that we surely must be targets but with all of this happening I’m just more convinced that something is going to go wrong.” Tapping his thumb against the table, he stood and made his way over to a food truck that sold authentic mexican food. A taste of his mother’s home should help, at least that was what he told himself as he ordered enchiladas and thought of Grover. “The difference of course is that I’m certainly not going to go as quietly as they’re hoping, not when I’ve not done anything wrong that they can prove. If they could prove that I’m incharge of their so-called-militia then they’d have arrested me alongside Reyna and Frank.”

“Perseus…” It was rare that Jason dragged out Percy’s full name, “they brought two fifths of the entire Legion, to arrest one of the most beloved and well-respected leaders in our entire history. I am absolutely not over-reacting to this.” Jason sighed and followed Percy to the truck, ordering himself a quesadilla and moving to wait by the end of the truck. “You think they’re going to wait until they have something they can prove? You’re Greek. A prominent well-loved Greek. That’s all the proof they need to determine you’re a threat.” Grabbing his food he moves back to the table, sitting next to as opposed to across from Percy. He leaned in close as he started eating, “The more pressing question is… how are we going to fight back?”

“I know, it was a reach …” Percy trailed off and rubbed his forehead, for Jason to have used his full name was an indicator at how serious that this was, whether he wanted to take this seriously or not. Whether they were ready to deal with this or not. It was happening now. Biting into his enchilada, Percy thought carefully about their options there was obviously a limited amount that he could manage. “I’m not about to upend my entire life Jason, not unless I absolutely have to, I can’t miss anymore college than I already do. You’re asking me to grab my stuff and go and I can’t. I can’t abandon my people, I can’t abandon my life and I can’t just leave you all to your fate.” He bit his lip and sighed, waving at a Greek on another table. “Maybe we should form a militia. If we’re being accused of it then they’re going to find that we have.”

“I’m not asking you to upend and abandon your life… right now. I’m just asking you to be ready to. You’ll do nothing to help our people if you’re in prison.” Jason took a massive bite, chewing and wiping a smudge of guacamole off his chin. There were a lot of thoughts running through his head, and more than his share of terrible plans. But he couldn’t let his emotions run too wild. If they were going to succeed in anything it’s have to be done intelligently. They were few, against the might of an ancient empire. “That’s….. not a terrible idea. We should start considering some kind of guerilla movement. And I hate to be the first one to bring this up… actually I don’t…. revolution and rebellion.”

Percy forced his emotions under control. He wouldn’t allow himself to be rash right now. He needed a clear head for this. “We’ve been ready since the Open Hearth Jace,” he replied with a sad sigh, “believe me, that was one of the reasons we spent Christmas here, we weren’t sure they’d let us come back if we left and we didn’t want to abandon everyone to the whims of the senate.” He took a breath and nodded. “We’ll look into it, I don’t want to actually do anything until we have to, but don’t you have official powers?” he paused for a moment and chewed on his lip, “As an officer of the Senate could you suspend senatorial actions if you believed they threatened New Rome?” What he was suggesting was far from legal and he didn’t think they’d actually do it. But having a plan was never a mistake. Annabeth had taught him that much.

Jason snorted a laugh through his nose. “Technically? I could disband the entire Senate if they operate in such a way that threatens New Rome or goes against the Gods wishes. I’m the Will of the Gods in New Rome.” He chewed another bite of his quesadilla and washed it down with an ice-cold swig of beer, “Practically? There hasn’t been a pontifex for so long that I’m basically just a divine guidance counselor. People feel like my words have weight, but certainly not enough weight to sway the Senate. They’ll nod and thank me for my time, and do whatever the fuck they want to do. I’ll try, if you want me to. Summon some thunder and lightning and decry them in a loud and officious voice…. but honestly I think they’re too far gone to care what I say.” The stark reality was that Jason’s position afforded him an office, and that was about it, “but anything you want me to do to help I will.”

Percy paused for a moment and nodded. “Yes, you could, but would they allow you to do that? I know you’re the Pontifex Maximus but you’ve deliberately strayed away from having any real power. That means that you’re going to have a difficult time actually making it happen.” Swallowing a mouthful of enchilada, Percy paused for a moment. “There’s no point in wasting you as a resource on something that petty, if we tried something like that I think that it’d just result in more arrests. We shouldn’t push them unless we absolutely have to. There is no need to do it when it probably won’t get us anywhere.” Chewing on his food, he swallowed once more and took a sip at his beer. “We should try and bide our time. At least for the moment.”

“They absolutely wouldn’t, and it’d destroy any sway I’ve got left.” They sat in silence for a long moment as they thought. Jason couldn’t help but think that the situation seemed dire beyond reckoning. “I don’t have much political capital left. I used a lot of it years ago to get funding to build temples. But what I have is my legacy. I was a good soldier, a good Centurion, a good Praetor. If we’re going to use me, use what I’ve got left. We’ve got to make it count. Because I think we’ve only got one shot before they write me off entirely.” He sighed, a small growl escaping his throat, “I’m scared we don’t have time to bide. That Frank and Reyna are the first domino in a terrible series of them. But we should talk to the others. Quietly. So quietly. But we need to get a plan together. Or we’re gonna be caught out in the cold with no course of action.”

Nodding gently, Percy finished what remained of his food. Chewing in silence as he thought the situation through. “I agree, communication is important. We need to check in with Annabeth and see what she has planned. That is probably the most important thing that we can do right now. If anyone can find us a way out of this mess then it has got to be Annabeth.” He bit his lip thoughtfully and took a sip of his drink. “We’ll keep that in reserve for the moment, but I realistically don’t know what we can do, I don’t see how we can stop this from escalating when things are already so tense. I’m working on incredibly thin ice, so yes, lets do this as quietly as we can.”

Jason nodded tersely, gathering their garbage to throw away in a nearby bin, “you go talk to Annabeth. I’ll talk to Lina; she was there and just as outraged as me. Maybe some of our other friends as well, but…. we’ll start putting something in motion.” Stretching in the sun languidly, Jason clasped Percy’s shoulder, “I know we talk all the time, but you gotta text me constantly now. I’m terrified you’re next. If they got Frank and Reyna it was because someone turned them in. I don’t really know who we can trust… but we’ve gotta do something.” All his years of military training hadn’t really prepared him for turning against the society that had molded him. “This is some fucked up shit, P.”

Pausing, Percy swallowed. This was daunting. It was one thing knowing that ancient armies of monsters, titans and giants were out there ready to kill you. Somehow they’d managed to survive that. But this was completely different. They were facing something that they had put their trust and faith in. That was terrifying. Fighting against people they had once counted as friends. It was fucked up. “We’ll fix this, somehow, we’ve faced much worse.” He wasn’t sure if he was reassuring himself or Jason at this point. Taking a deep breath, he stood and nodded. “Don’t worry, I feel the same. We’ll stay in contact until things die down a little bit.” He smiled sadly. “Well, good thing we’re around to try and clean up the mess right?”

Pulling Percy into a tight hug, Jason sighed, “I really don’t think we have. I’d honestly take Gaia over the disintegration of Roman democracy and tradition.” Slipping the strap of his bag over his head he sighed again, it seemed to be his primary mode of expression these days, “Good. Let’s do that. We’ll touch base later about any ideas we have. Any possible thing we can do to try to fix this colossal fuckup. Tell Annabeth I love her, ‘kay?” As he turned to make the long walk back to his apartment there was a sinking feeling in his chest that this was going to get so much worse before it got better.

[clove-teasdale]

the ticket out

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A/N: practice challenge numero one guys. barely edited really cause  t i m e. hope you enjoy it though! I’m trying present tense and a voice I’m not used to, so sorry if this sucks lol. there are some jumps in time in this just so you know

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So, you all know those power walks TV shows always have with amazing background music that makes the main characters look as cool as possible, right?

You probably also know those don’t happen in real life. Sadly, we don’t have music to create perfect atmospheres every time our lives decide to have a scene and be dramatic—also there’s the fact normal people shouldn’t look that good while walking—but in my head I still do them.

Music blaring in my ears as I walk with my backpack slung over my shoulder in the school’s hallways. It does help that people tend to recognize me when they see me, even when I don’t want them to. It can’t be as nice without the beat my headphones add, however.

Pity...but I don’t really mind.

If you feel confident you look confident.

Unless you’re Wilson. The kid wouldn’t look good even if there were actual music and editing involved. Thinking about the little brat makes me look at my watch out of habit. 7:15. He should be here soon so I take an earbud out, letting new sounds mix with my background music. 

Laughs bubbling out of people’s mouths and different voices overlap each other, more than in your average high school weekday. Anyone can tell the school year is coming to an end and that’ll mean college in a few months for many. I’ve been one of the few who decided to wait another year before starting. Taking a gap year for the fun of it is as good as any excuse. No one really needs to know about my indecisiveness over a major. If I don’t figure it out film student is still at the top of my list.

Just as I’m thinking about the other options I’ve always considered and open my locker, Wilson appears next to me, shoving the book I lent him yesterday in my face.

“You owe me five bucks.”

I spare him a glance and notice his black hair is a bigger mess than usual. “I don’t owe you anything.”

He leans on the locker next to mine, eyes fixing on the opposite row of lockers across the hall. “You said, and I quote: I bet you can’t finish this book in a day.”

“That was a rhetorical bet.”

“You're too literal for rhetorical. I took it as a real bet.”

“So your excuse is that I should pay you because I usually mean what I say and therefore you thought I was daring you to do it?”

“Yes.”

I try not to laugh at his reaching there. “You let your hair be a mess just to finish the book in the morning didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s five bucks you’re never getting, kid.”

“But I didn’t sleep to finish it!”

I snatch the book from his hand as he points accusingly at me with it, then close my locker after putting it inside with a smirk. “And that’s my problem because?”

“Whatever,” he mumbles with an eye roll. However, after a while of walking along the hallway, he adds, “okay, but can you lend me five bucks then?”

I stop before we turn around a corner, suspicion taking over. “Did Cooper steal your lunch money again?”

He clenches his jaw at the name, yet shakes his head. “No, I just lost my money on a bet.”

Glaring, I push him into the hallway his classroom is in before spinning around on my heel.

Taking a peek through the velvet curtain in our suite reveals reporters at the ready. Cameras or portable recorders in hand even though it’ll only take us a few seconds to get to our waiting car. They seem to believe they’ll get to make some questions. They always seem to believe that, but the best they get is a picture of Dad smiling as he walks, his arm behind my back as if to make sure no one gets too close.

The reporters are lucky enough to get that really. Usually, royal advisers avoid the public media unless it’s planned. Dad just happens to be incredibly photogenic and friendly. He could be in the middle of eating the biggest hamburger available, entirely focused on it, and still manage to look frame worthy.

Doesn’t mean there aren’t times when he can’t look good from any angle though. When he’s being stupid for example.

I look over my shoulder to reassure that fact and find him sitting on the sofa, glaring up at Mom as she argues with him in hushed tones. Definitely not picture worthy. He takes a deep breath and looks away from her with irritation before replying back like she’s being irrational. She isn’t. I know that even though I’m not bothering to read their lips. More often than not, he’s in the wrong and just doesn’t want to listen.

One of the downsides of taking a gap year is that now I don’t have an excuse not to go with them on work-related trips, the kind of events where arguing happens easily. I hadn’t thought that through, forgetting how bad things can get quickly, but at least they can’t really yell right now. The risk of being heard by a passing guest in the hotel is too high to take. That’s good news for my eardrums since the volume can stay at a reasonable level and it's sufficient enough to drown their voices out.

Mom proceeds the discussion by pointing at Dad, jaw clenched. That’s the moment my sight drifts back to the window. Before I get too curious about what she’s saying and lower the volume of my music. When she looks that upset she tends to mention the saddest truths.

With some time I learned hearing them fight wasn’t that bad until they got to that breaking point. I can pretend not to care until then, even without headphones. When mom’s voice breaks and her eyes get glassy though, it’s time to push curiosity away. Push it away before you start thinking about how nice it can be when the three of us are in harmony. All jokes and games and laughs. When the broken pieces aren’t overwhelming. The normal family everyone thinks the Teasdale’s are.

That’s what really hurts.

I gulp the lump in my throat and try to focus on the music again, picturing a scene in one of the projects I have in my head at the moment. If only I ever got to writing an actual script instead of leaving it in my head.

Wilson has decided to ‘be more healthy’ and take morning walks with me on weekends now. I take that as his excuse to hang out more with me since I’m not in school anymore.

“So did you receive the letter from the one and only?” He says, completely changing our topic. I pretend not to be fazed by the fact that he’s changing our line of conversation to stop me from prying about this girl he’s probably crushing on in class.

“What are you talking about?”

“The Selection? Come on, Clove. Half the girls in class are sulking about what a bummer it is they’re not old enough to apply, while the other half is squealing about how they could get a chance to meet prince Nate.”

There’s a hint of annoyance in his tone I’d probably identify with if I were in his grade. Still, I elbow him with a smirk and ask, “In which group is our mystery girl?”

His cheeks heat up in a matter of seconds and he looks at the trees around the park. “I asked you first.”

“Well, I don’t really know. I hadn’t considered it.”

“Don’t you already know the dude and all?”

Yeah, before puberty hit hard.

“That’s not really an advantage. I stopped going on trips to the palace with my dad years ago and on important events, the prince is the center of attention so...”

“You stay away, yeah, yeah.”

I look at the neat envelope in my hands and then at my mother again.

“You really think it’s a good idea?” The suggestion is kind of unexpected as she sits on the chair in front of my desk and I get closer to the edge of my bed.

Her lips turn into a thin line at the question. “It could be interesting….”

“But this would mean leaving Columbia to go to Angeles... hypothetically.  If my name gets picked over the other million girls.”  

“I know.” She smiles a bit sadly at the thought, which isn’t a surprise and is why the suggestion strikes me as odd. My confusion is evident and she takes a deep breath. “It gives you a chance to leave the house earlier. No need to wait for college.”

My brows furrow. “What are you—”

“Your father and I have been arguing more lately, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

I scratch the back of my head awkwardly at that but nod.  

“I… I’m very sorry about that.” She adds with a sad glance at her hands, a sigh escaping her lips before she runs a hand through her hair. I tell her it’s fine. Sometimes it feels wrong to expect her to apologize when she doesn’t really plan for things to become a discussion anyway.

“It isn’t fine. Though it’s become inevitable lately.” She stares at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “He’s stubborn and I’m done with trying to make him understand simple things, but sometimes I can’t let it slide or he’ll really mess up. Sadly, I can’t let that happen yet.”

I nod again. Whether he admits it to himself or not, Dad wouldn’t be what he is today without mom’s help over the years. “What does this have to do with me applying for the Selection though?”

“I’ll have to deal with your father for a while longer Clove… but you don’t need to be here in the heat of it all… The Selection is your early ticket out of this mess since you’re not leaving for college yet. Your chance to be independent. Or as independent as possible.” When I just stare at her she adds, “I know how overwhelming it can be sometimes when I… disagree on something with him. I know that it’s hard in the moment…” She reaches for my hand with a small smile. “I made a few mistakes and I have to deal with them now, but you don’t have to. You can live your life better than I did, find your own path and maybe even have some fun.”

“With the Selection?” I mumble, skeptically staring at the envelope once more. High-quality paper wasted on something I can’t even reuse.

“Why not? As long as you’re careful not to be fooled by pretty royal smiles...” She teases and I make a face. That earns a laugh from her. “Give it a shot if you want, that’s all I’m saying. You did always say you liked Angeles better and it’s free of your annoying parents.”

“Alright… I’ll think about it.”

And so I found myself filling a form the next day. Taking a picture like hundreds of other girls around the country. 

Maybe I’ll get to see how much Illea’s golden boy has changed.

[rantingfangirl]

Cross Life Chapter Six

Summary: Moving across the pond was supposed to signify new beginnings for the Kirkland family. Arthur’s parents seemed to take that a bit too literally for his liking.

Chapter Index

This was moved from my old account

Noise flooded through the hallway as the bell rang, Arthur's teacher yelling something about plans for the next day. Arthur ignored him, pushing through the waves of students crowding the doorway.

Today was the kickoff of The Lukas Initiative, as Vlad had officially named it, where they were supposed to deliver their first letter to Mathias, Or, rather, Lukas was supposed to.

At lunch, Lukas handed them a list of stories, each one accompanied by a short summary. The three went over the list, Lukas going into detail for some of his favorites. They eventually chose one, a saga about a man named Frithiof, who was sent into exile for defending the one he loved from her brothers. It was a sweet story, or so Lukas had said, and they decided that they were going to use it for their first letter. It was easy enough to change some things to fit their current situation.

He walked as briskly as he could without running, shoving his through the Sea of Fools to their meeting spot. While it was close enough to Mathias' locker that they would have a decent amount of time, it was quite a ways from Arthur's final class, which made it an inconvenience.

Lukas and Vlad were standing in front of a trophy case when he arrived, Vlad impatiently tapping his foot against the white tile. He gave them a sheepish smile, muttering an apology for his lateness.

"No problem. We needta hurry." Vlad motioned for them to follow, picking up the pace when they actually did.

Mathias' locker was located down a hallway and to the left, unfortunately in the crowded main hallway. Though he now knew it didn't make a lick of sense, Arthur at first thought the lockers lining the halls were for decoration. There was no wonder he thought that way his first few days, however. The school was rather large, and, as he had assumed, it would take too long to constantly go to lockers. As a result, everyone carried their backpacks with them.

And though he could say it to himself, Arthur refused to admit to others that he was wrong. Especially Vlad and Lukas.

As Vlad had explained, lockers were used for extra things, such as winter coats and sports gear. Some students chose to store emergency supplies in theirs, one of those students being Lukas. Apparently, he hoarded his college-ruled paper as a firedrake did with its jewels.

They stopped at a corner, leaning against each other in an attempt to see Mathias' locker. Whichever one it was, it was unsurprisingly like all the others, blue, with a gray number label. But to Lukas, from his wide eyes and gaped mouth, it was the beginning to an end, one that he would have to face, blind to its outcome. Arthur snorted. How dramatic.

"Ok." Vlad clapped his hands together, looking back and forth between Arthur and Lukas. We've got two minutes at the most until Mathias comes to get his stuff for soccer. We could, of course, wait until he leaves, but then Mathias wouldn't-"

Arthur cut him off. As much as he didn't want to, he had to say it. "We can't wait until he leaves. I've got Madrigal practice in a little more than five minutes."

He could see Lukas' face fall from the corner of his eye. Earlier, he had offered to leave the two if an extension was needed, only for Vlad to shake his head. "The three of us do it together or we don't do it at all," he claimed.

It was when Lukas nodded that Arthur resigned himself to it. It wasn't that he didn't want the plan to go through, he was the one who wrote it! Arthur just had no idea what he was supposed to do when it came to the execution. Sure, he knew he was to write the letters, but when it came to the actual delivery of said letters? Arthur had no part. No role.

He checked his watch. The simple metal band gleamed under the harsh lights. His mother had bought it for him as a "present", but it knew better. It was most likely yet another test to see if he would actually wear it, to check his "morals".

"If we're going to do it today, we need to do it now."

He and Vlad turned to Lukas, who was holding the dusty rose envelope. His grip tightened around it, face scrunched up with fear and worry.

Vlad put his hand on Lukas' shoulder, giving him a supportive grin. "You can do it, Luke! Don'tcha worry, when ya get back, Arthur and I'll be here for emotional support." He patted his shoulder, once- twice- three times before letting go, shoving him along.

Lukas averted his eyes, biting his bottom lip. He raised the envelope, reading the name carefully and painstakingly written in cursive.

Arthur leaned against the wall, softly tapping his foot. He didn't have time for second guessing, for Lukas to suddenly start regretting everything. Arthur didn't understand why he didn't just swallow it all and get on with it. It was something he surely would've done.

He finally snapped when Lukas gave him a look that screamed for help, wide eyes, sucked in lips, and everything else that came with it. Arthur rolled his eyes, tsking as he snatched the letter from Lukas' hand. It was smooth as he rubbed his thumb back and forth, over the rose engraved in the flap, the paper swooshing as he did so. Arthur pursed his lips. "What's his locker number?"

Vlad scratched the back of his neck. "Uh... pretty sure it's 1019."

"Thanks." He hoped that Vlad was right. If he wasn't, they would have a disaster on their hands.

He turned the corner, stalking over to Mathias' locker. And just as quickly as it began, with a small push into the slats, the deed was done.

As Arthur walked back, he could see a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. He turned to Alfred, giving him a small smile and wave before turning his attention to Vlad and Lukas. He stared at Lukas, who was blushing and hiding his mouth behind his hand. Arthur's voice, along with his expression, was deadpan as he spoke. "It's done."

The blush darkened. "Thank you."

"I will not do this again on Friday."

"I know."

Vlad smiled, giving a soft chuckle. "So~. That was a good start. We'll do better on Friday."

Arthur nodded. Lukas would do better on Friday, even if he had to force him to do it.

The choir room buzzed with activity and excitement. Mr. Vargas pointed around the room, ordering stacks of paper onto wooden tables and gaggles of students against concrete walls. It was loud, loud enough to give Arthur a throbbing headache.

"Quiet." Mr. Vargas' voice boomed through the classroom, and, amazingly enough, it quickly fell silent. Everyone except for a select few seemed to perk up. Arthur scoffed at the sight of these fools with their eyes so wide and attentive.

With everyone in the room still and listening, Arthur just barely doing the latter, Mr. Vargas looked down at his clipboard, tapping his glittering pen against the bottom. "Please keep quiet as I start putting everyone in alphabetical order."

He started at the very first row, then on. After saying each name, he waited until they came up to call the next. It was a slow process, laid back, but Arthur supposed that that was just Mr. Vargas' style.

He tapped his fingers against the wall as he waited for his name to be called. According to Mr. Vargas, it would be easier to pass out necessary files if they all sat this way. Arthur knew it was a lie, because, if it was actually true, he would put his regular classes in the same order. They would have to rearrange into parts when starting the music, anyways. This whole thing was ridiculous. Unnecessary.

"Alfred F. Jones, ma boy, you're up, and Arthur Kirkland next to Alfred."

Arthur rolled his eyes, groaning. Of course, he had to sit next to Alfred. Of course, the universe would be this cruel. Pushing himself away from his comfortable spot, he strolled to his newly assigned seat, plopping down with a huff.

Alfred slumped down next to him, giving Arthur a nasty glare. He replied with a haughty smirk.

Mr. Vargas watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow, along with a few other students, before clearing his throat. "Ok... next person!"

Pulling his backpack up from the side, Arthur slid it under his chair. he leaned against Alfred as he did so, who tried his best to shy away. Arthur clicked his tongue. Interesting. He made a quick, forced apology before sitting back in his chair.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Alfred staring at him, but ignored him, instead choosing to examine a particularly painful hangnail. Whatever he wanted, it wasn't important and would just waste his time. And though he wasn't doing anything significant or important at the moment, he would still count a potential conversation a sacrifice of precious moments.

Mr. Vargas chucked the clipboard and pen on top of the piano, clapping his hands as he paced back and forth at the front of the room. he stopped, giving everyone a lazy, lethargic grin. "Welcome to this year's Madrigal Choir, everyone." When the whoops, hollers, and applause finally faded, he continued. "With just a single sweep around the room, I see some old faces, new faces, and, of course, some newly graduated wenches." Multiple chuckles and glances towards a few people in the room. "So let's give another cheer for a good, productive year!"

The class started another round of noise, Arthur giving a few soft claps, if only to go along. He winced as Alfred gave an earsplitting yell. He gave Alfred a disgusted look as the noise died down, but was irked when he was ignored.

When Alfred slumped back down in his chair, Arthur couldn't help it, his thoughts about wasted time be damned. "Thank you for viciously slaughtering my ear. It was much appreciated."

He didn't say anything in return, which only succeeded in making Arthur even more annoyed.

It wasn't until Mr. Vargas started on this year's goals and plans that Alfred chose to hop down from his stallion and speak to him, He leaned towards Arthur, whispering, his voice firm with accusation. "What's in it?"

Arthur leaned back, crossing his arms and legs. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

A suspicious look. "I saw ya. Y'know I saw ya slippin' that envelope into Mathias' locker. What was in it?"

Arthur tsked, turning his attention back to Mr. Vargas. If he were to tell Alfred about Lukas, about his not-so-subtle crush, he didn't know what the idiot would do with that information. What would happen to Lukas. What this Mathias would do if- no, when- he found out.

Only paying half attention to what he was saying, Arthur made his voice sound firm, final. "It's none of your business."

He ignored Alfred's protests, tuning in fully on Mr. Vargas. Even with his position up front and Arthur's row towards the back, his voice was loud. He walked towards a table, picking up one of the stacks of paper. "Ok." He licked his thumb, tabbing through the papers multiple at a time. "What I'm passing out to everyone is a packet that'll give y'all some more information about the choir. Costs, costumes, commitments, etc."

As he went from row to row, passing out his packets, Alfred took the opportunity to grate on Arthur's nerves yet again. "Whaddaya mean, 'it's not my business'?"

Huffing, Arthur turned to Alfred. Why did he have to be so persistent? Couldn't he just accept the fact that Arthur wasn't going to give him what he wanted? It was amusing at first, yes, but now, it was just plain annoying. "None of your business. Meaning, you have no role in this. None whatsoever. You don't need to know anything because it does not affect you."

"But this-"

"Ok, boys!" Mr. Vargas stopped in front of them, grabbing two packets from the very top of his stack, which was now in disarray. "One for Alfred, and, one for Arthur." Just as Arthur lifted his hand to take the packet, Mr. Vargas pulled it away. Alfred snickered. "Oh! I've already given you one."

Arthur narrowed his eyes. When had he- oh, that was right. Last Friday. He smiled, nodding. "Yes, you have."

Mr. Vargas bopped his head side to side, beginning to walk away, before stopping once more. He chucked the packet towards Arthur, who caught it with a quick burst of reflex, speaking as he walked away. "I've got extras, anyways."

"Thank you, sir." He gave him a sweet smile, running his finger back and forth over the staple in the corner of the first page. He let the smile fall as soon as Mr. Vargas was several chairs down.

Having watched the entire exchange, Alfred snorted, crossing his arms and leaning back. "So you're one of those types," he murmured.

He figured that Alfred didn't want him to hear that, considering how quiet his words were, but Arthur decided to comment anyway. "I'm one of those types?"

He nodded. "Yeah." His voice was stiff, tense, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else than talking to Arthur. Arthur rolled his eyes. The fool was the one who started the conversation, and now he was getting defensive.

Putting his arm on the back of the chair, Arthur adjusted his position, sitting on his right leg and turning to Alfred. Arthur made a fist and rested his chin on it. "And tell me, what type is that?"

Alfred flipped the page in his packet, just as Mr. Vargas had said to do, Arthur doing the same. Slower, but, nevertheless the same. Alfred didn't say anything, just reading the page along with the rest of the group, and Arthur began to think he wouldn't talk at all.

Huffing, Alfred looked at Arthur, raising an eyebrow. "Ya honestly don't know?"

With a honeyed smile, Arthur waved his hand. "Enlighten me."

Alfred tsked. "You're one of those types that're friendly to people who'll give ya somethin' ya want, but the second- the very second- they stop being useful, they're suddenly a pile of dog shit you stepped in."

Arthur scoffed. As much as the people in this school insisted the opposite, Alfred was an asshole. An arrogant, infuriating asshole.

He had to give him props for being so bold, however. Swiping the invisible dirt off his packet, Arthur snorted. "You've no idea, Golden Boy."

Alfred stiffened, sending Arthur a worried look. Arthur wasn't going to comment on it, considering that there could've been some private baggage lugged on with it, even if it did make him a tad bit curious.

"Now, turn the page." Arthur followed Mr. Vargas' instructions, scanning through the newly uncovered paper.

It covered costs, including costumes, club fees, and sheet music. He winced at the grand total, which was a low triple digit number, but high enough that it would take a few days to convince his parents. It would be a good idea to start this evening, even if he cringed at the thought of bringing that conversation up.

At the grumbling and gasps of the room, Mr. Vargas waved the paper around. "Calm down, calm down. I know uniforms cost a lot, but if you can use yours from last year instead of buying a new one, that's great. In fact, I recommend it. For those of you who can't afford to get your own customized costume, I have some used ones from over the years." Mr. Vargas gave everyone a reassuring smile before looking back down at the packet. "Now, turn your attention to 'club fees'."

Arthur drummed his fingers on his thigh, over and over and over again. He understood that this was necessary and that they were probably going to do the same- or at least something similar- thing the next week, but he couldn't help but want to start already. To get all of this over with and behind him.

Arthur groaned, hanging his head and rolling his eyes when Alfred started to speak again. "So tell me, what're ya tryin' to do with Mathias?"

It was nothing he needed to know about. Arthur was tempted to tell him yet again that it was none of his business, that he should just accept that fact that he would never know. But- and damn his insatiable appetite for knowledge and gossip- he was curious.

Smacking his packet onto his lap, Arthur turned to Alfred, eyes narrowed and head cocked to the side. "Why do you even want to know?"

He already knew the answer. That Mathias was his friend, and he worried about him and would try his best to protect him. Even if it meant interrogating and dealing with scum like Arthur.

The look of disgust on Alfred's face was familiar, one that various people have been sending his way for years. He sneered, and Arthur thought it looked unnatural on his face. "Why do I even wanna know? I wanna know 'cause I don't want one of my best friends to be caught in whatever your rotten fingers have been conjurin' up. It would be just like ya to make him fall in love with ya-  or at least with a friend of yours that doesn't look like complete horse shit- and then rip his heart out once he's good n' vulnerable. Hell, I bet you would laugh."

Despite it being the purpose of the words, Arthur felt no pain, no sting from them. He took a deep breath, letting it all soak in. Alfred's tone, the hatred on his face as he spoke, he went over it all. He clenched his fist, his fingernails digging into the meat of his palm. It was odd that he was as calm as he was, considering his normal conflict resolution was yelling, accented with a few punches to the face.

When Arthur spoke, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Is that what you think of me?" He gritted his teeth, tightening his fists.

Alfred snorted. "Do I think of ya as someone who'll gladly ruin someone's life for your own twisted amusement? For sure."

His hands were shaking, his fingers denting crescent moon shapes into his palms. Arthur reached out and grabbed what little fabric Alfred's t-shirt collar had, pulling him forward and snarling. At the surprised look on Alfred's face, Arthur almost smiled but smacked the temptation down in favor to bellow in his face. "If you think- if you even think- for one measly second that I'm going to allow you to-"

"Boys? Alfred, Arthur?'

Arthur let go of Alfred and pushed him away, snapping his attention to Mr. Vargas. He was smiling, tapping his foot, perfectly calm even with the thought of what might've broken out in his classroom had he not stopped it early. The majority of the room was silent, eyes wide and mouths gaped as they stared. A few turned to another, whispering and giggling and gossiping. Arthur inwardly groaned, imaging the pesky rumors that would surely spark up after this incident, spreading to everyone what he did.

And he knew, even with his short time at this school, in this country, that that is what would happen. Every single person would know that Arthur Kirkland threatened the school's favorite golden boy, Alfred F. Jones. Never mind that they wouldn't know what actually happened, what Alfred said, or the circumstances behind it. No, he knew he would be the villain in this one. He was prepared for it. Expected it.

"Sorry, sir. We just had a bit of a... disagreement." He got quieter as he spoke, covering his mouth with his hand.

Mr. Vargas was skeptical. "Are ya sure? It was lookin' as if Arthur was two seconds from punchin' your face in. If you're gonna have a lovers spat, be sure to do it outside of choir."

Color leeched out of Alfred's face as Mr. Vargas wagged his eyebrows, smiling smugly. The class erupted in giggles and chatter, some shouting out to Mr. Vargas to congratulate him on his quick and witty thinking.

At his words, Arthur figured that either Mr. Vargas had no clue of Alfred and Kiku's relationship, or that man had the world's most twisted sense of humor. Arthur smirked. If he was going take an opportunity, Arthur would as well.

"Oh, my apologies, sir. I can assure you, we'll make sure to take it elsewhere next time."

Alfred's head whipped towards Arthur, expression one of pure horror and surprise. He smirked, leaning back in his chair.

Mr. Vargas batted his eyes before breaking into a full chortle. When he finished, he wiped his eyes with his knuckle. "Ah... that's great. I like you, Arthur. This'll be a great year."

Taking in all the envious glances of his clubmates, the fidgeting and harsh breathing of Alfred, and the overall chaos that was to come, Arthur closed his eyes, hung his head, and sighed.

Two weeks in, and he already had no idea what he was doing.

If Arthur thought the Kirkland dinners were pure Hell, then the mandatory family time afterward was whatever was under. The hour of sitting in the living room, begrudgingly doing the planned activity and suffering the whole way through was established after Arthur's temper tantrum, as it had been dubbed. Which one, he didn't know and didn't care. His mother had named its purpose "family bonding", though Arthur knew it was just so she could show that she was still in control.

Arthur was scribbling drafts down for the next letter,  crumbling and tossing them behind him when he found it to be subpar. They had settled on simply comparing Mathias to Magni, God of Strength- or so Lukas had claimed, but that hadn't made anything easier. At least with the story, he could switch out the characters with Mathias and Lukas and weave some flowery words to go with it. But now...

Arthur groaned, carding his fingers through his hair. He was stuck.

As he chucked yet another inked draft over his shoulder, his mother- of course, it had to be her- clicked her tongue. She turned her magazine flat on the arm of the couch, narrowing her eyes. "You are going to be picking those up after you've finished, yes?"

From the occasional glances upwards from his father and Peter, he knew they were listening. Paying attention. It didn't matter.

Not even bothering to stop writing, or even to look up once, he spoke. "I dunno. Maybe I'll get them, maybe I won't." He didn't need to see the look on his mother's face to know that it was there. Arthur weighed the pros and cons of starting yet another argument, but the cons dropped down. He needed her happy.

Which reminded him...

"Excuse me one moment." He stood up from his spot on the floor, arching his back and stretching. Quickly, Arthur ran up the stairs and grabbed his backpack, lugging it back down to the living room. He dropped it with a thump, not caring at all about the contents inside.

His mother watched him as he unzipped the middle pocket, moving several folders around until he found it, and pulled out the packet from earlier.  He tossed it to her, the packet twirling before it hit her stomach. Peter snickered but was silenced by a look from their father.

"What's this?" She looked up and down before lifting the page and doing the same to the back. His father looked over her shoulder, eyebrows raised. He grunted, turning back to his book.

Sitting back down and crisscrossing his legs, Arthur propped his chin on his fist. "It's an information packet for the Madrigal choir at school."

A nod. "So you decided to join that. Good."

"Indeed."

he sat there, watching as she tabbed through the packet. When her eyes widened and she stilled, he stood to stand behind her. "What? What's wrong?"

She turned towards him, waving the packet in his face. "Do you see this?"

"No, I can't because you're waving it around like a madwoman." He snatched the packet, glancing down to see what she was flipping out about. There was digits and-

Oh. That's what she was going on about. He handed it back to her, returning to the floor. "That's not too bad."

The packet hit the couch cushion with a crack. Her face was growing red, her jaw clenching. She was angry, and though Arthur originally didn't want to get into it, he was already in the middle. He winced as she yelled. "You want me to spend four hundred dollars for a customized uniform that you'll only wear for a part of one year?"

Peter whistled, mocking a bomb falling from the sky, and, at Arthur's glare, stuck his tongue out and went back to his homework. His father stayed silent, the only indication that he heard what they were saying being a raised brow.

Arthur crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side. "You don't know that, mum. I could do a Madrigal choir in college. I could suddenly become interested in reenactments of the Renaissance period, and when that happens, dearest mother, I'll need my four-hundred dollar customized costume." He smiled, figuring he would seem more agreeable that way.

But, of course, she wouldn't cooperate. She looked at him as if he had gone crazy, with her brow lowered and lips propped up in a sneer. "You want me to do something for you when you've done nothing of what your father and I have asked you to do."

Arthur threw his hands up in the air, shaking his head. "What have you asked me to do in the past month?" By then, his father had closed his book and set it on the end table, leaning back and watching. Peter was still doing his homework but was smiling and bopping his foot, a telltale sign that he actually wasn't paying attention to it.

"A month ago, your father and I told you to become a respectable person. I have not seen any improvement."

The conversation was starting to grow strangely familiar as if he had heard something similar almost every single night. It began to grow old, being yelled at about the same thing daily, and Arthur was sick of it.

He tsked. "You constantly say that, but you've yet to tell me what you think a 'respectable person' is like. It's ridiculous, and, quite honestly, pathetic. You tell me to do something, but don't say anything else. It's just vague words, said over and over again."

And there it was. Arthur getting defensive and angry over something so minor. It was something that was becoming more frequent, at least once a day now, and though he tried to control it, to hold it back, it never worked. Counting to ten, he knew, would not do anything.

Drumming her fingers against the arm of the couch, an infamous Kirkland scowl spread across her face. She was quiet for a couple of minutes, and when she finally spoke, she whispered, growing louder as she went on. "Are you seriously asking me how to be decent? How to not act like a little shit and behave properly instead of yelling and screaming at anyone who doesn't do what you want them to?"

He wasn't going to get into this with her, not with Peter there. Taking a deep breath, running his fingers through the plush, white carpet, Arthur pushed himself up to stand.

His father leaned forward in his chair, propping his elbows on his knees, looking as if he were preparing to break up a fight. It only succeeded in making Arthur angrier, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, a warmth spreading across his cheeks.

He turned to his mother, put one foot back and the other in line with his shoulders, and bowed with a swivel of a hand and extra flamboyance. When he looked up, the shock on his mother's face was enough to make him smile. "I'll be needing a decision by next Wednesday, Your Majesty." Then he walked away, grabbing his stuff on his way out, towards the stairs, without paying any attention to Peter or his parents or anything.

When he reached his bedroom, he fell against his bed, groaning. It felt as if Arthur was in a circle, going round and round and round, with no planned stop in sight.

[hufflepuffhollander]

high scores: a tom holland music-al love story // part two

welcome back! glad to see you again

here’s part two!!!

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contains: language

part two

If there was one sound I could send to hell, it would be that of my alarm going off on the day I’m meeting with hollywood’s best and brightest to discuss how I’m supposed to turn their movie into a success. Can she do it? The world may never know.

Now, to say I’m just average and incapable of the job would be an understatement, even coming from me, my own worst critic. I went to Berklee on a full scholarship, graduated at the top of my class, and already had performed in Carnegie Hall (every musician’s most fantastical wet dream). I was approached by a handful of independent movie contractors who wanted my talent in the music in their films. So, I’ve done well for myself thus far. And I’m confident that if I can do it once, I can do it again. However, there have never been so many potential people to hear what I have to say (or compose), and that alone scares me shitless. What if the world hears it? What if the world doesn’t like it? I’m only 23. Will my career just end right then and there? At the premiere of Growing? I started thinking about all the horrible things that could happen once I open myself up to the possibility of bad reception by the public and ended up with not only fear, but soap in my eyes by the end of my shower.

I just wanted to do right by this movie. It was on track to be such a hit, a gut punch to the audience that leaves every watcher pondering their own existence and what they can do to make sure that the world doesn’t come crashing down on themselves and their future children and grandchildren. It’s really pushing an amazing save-the-earth agenda hidden inside a star studded blockbuster flick, which I couldn’t love more. And better yet, everyone starring in it has their own personal agenda to help better humanity by either being an advocate for conservation, lobbying political groups, or running charities of their own. No pressure, Emma. You’ve also donated your time to great causes -- you used to volunteer for the animal shelter that one time in college.

I put my best effort into a relatively professional casual and headed out to start my interviews.

After interviewing some walking icons such as Tom Hanks and Mark Ruffalo, my head was spinning. Here are these incredibly well regarded actors, with so many successes trailing behind them, talking to a relatively recent college graduate with little to no fame to her name. I was able to take some notes after getting over the nerves, and hopefully some of what they said will come back to me later when I’m composing (it fucking better).

After a few interviews Leah and I grabbed lunch and talked about the next few I had coming up, the most notable one being with Tom Holland. I couldn’t tell you why I was so amped up about it, either. This guy is probably the least accoladed person on this cast list. But Leah was able to play therapist and help me work through some of what was going through my head.

“Emma, it makes sense. He’s the only actor you’re interviewing who’s your age. And he’s hot.

“Walk in there with enough confidence to convince him that you’re not just an assistant setting the table before the real movie composer comes in. You are that movie composer. That head bitch.” 

She always knows just what to say.

After lunch I swigged some mouthwash in the bathroom, tried to pass it off as a breathing technique, and walked into my office to wait for Tom to get there. He was my last appointment of the day, and then it was off to writing for me. I passed by a friendly face and said hello, entering the office, face turned down the hall. I immediately walked over to my desk and checked my phone before putting it down, not even noticing that there was definitely another person in there with me. It lit up right before I set it on the desk.

*text from Leah*

go get em tiger!!! drinks later at Sav?

*insert tiger and wine emojis*

I laughed at the thought of a tiger sipping on a glass of wine a little too audibly.

“Do I get to see what you’re laughing at over there?”

I whipped around and saw him sitting on a chair in the corner of my office, smirking at the sight of me giggling to myself over a text.

My worst fear has just been realized.

“My god, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were sitting there--”

“Not a problem,” he laughed. “I’m just here early for a meeting.”

I decided to see how much fun I could have until he figured out I was the one he was meeting with. Leah was right, I definitely didn’t look like anything more than an assistant.

“Who are you meeting with?” I asked.

“Uh, I think her name is Emma...? She’s writing the songs for the film. I guess I need to give her some tips on how to write music, I dunno,” he chucked.

I can write music just fine, asshole. I got a little annoyed, but my own subconscious cut itself off. That accent makes me want to melt.

“Well, if you’re ready to start, I just have a few questions up front--”

he cut me off.

“Doesn’t she need to be here? Is this just preliminary stuff?” he looked confused as to why the receptionist was about to interview him.

I walked over to the door, and said “Sorry, Emma will be right in.”

He nodded and turned to his phone. I walked out the door, and then walked right back in.

“Hi, you’re Tom, right? I’m Emma, it’s nice to meet you. I’m the film composer for Growing, the movie you’re starring in.” I stuck out my hand. “I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time, I just needed some help because I forgot how to read music and I heard you can play guitar and therefore would be able to help me.”

His cheeks turned bright red and he stood up and shook my hand. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you for the very first time.” He shook off the embarrassment faster than expected and threw my sass back at me with some good old fashioned charm. “I can tell we’re going to be fast friends.”

It took everything in me not to roll my eyes. We sat down and got started with the interview.

“So, I’m basically talking to you to get a feel for how you’re putting your own personality into your character, which will help me translate just what type of feeling I want my music to lead with in your scenes,” I started. Tom didn’t know what to say.

“You want me to act out a scene for you or something?”

Why is he so snarky?

“Only if you feel so inclined.” I said, not looking up from my paper as I jotted down some unimportant notes just so I could be busy with something, anything other than participating in this horribly uncomfortable conversation.

“Listen, I’m just trying to do my job. I can’t just write generic music for a sad movie scene if I don’t know what kind of emotion is going into it. Music is a lot more complicated than you may think. If the score doesn’t perfectly mesh with the message you’re portraying on screen, it will throw off the whole overarching feeling and message of the scene, and will be lost on the audience. It can disfigure entire movies when the music isn’t right. I’ve had single phrases actors have told me inspire me to write entire compositions for their scenes. Therefore, I’m relying on you to take what the instruments behind your words are sounding like just as seriously as you take learning your lines.”

I didn’t realize I had essentially just given the poor boy a lecture. He looked at me, eyes wide, clearly just now realizing that there is actually way more thought to put into this than he would’ve expected.

“I never thought of it that way. You’re completely right...I’m sorry to not have taken it more seriously.” Tom said quietly. 

While I had proven my point, our relationship in its current state was not everything I’d hoped it be. I needed to figure out a way to mend the conversation, but I had literally no idea how. His phone went off- his agent was calling him. The ringtone was a soft piano melody that I hadn’t heard before. And then, it hit me. I waited for him to get off the phone, and held my hand out.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” 

He hesitantly took my hand, looking confused as ever, and I led us out the door, down a series of hallways and stairs, until we arrived in the big wooden coffin that was the music chambers. The baby grand piano I had already become very close with sat untouched, waiting for me. I closed the door behind us and sat down on the piano bench, while Tom stayed standing by the door, clearly not understanding why I’d brought him in here.

“Generic song for a generic death of a main character in any given movie. No context.” I said as I started to play a tune that I had written ages ago for a midterm exam (yes, we have those in music school). Minor chords followed by more minor chords, an eerie and unified sound rung out from the inside of the piano, filling the empty room with an overarching feeling of sadness. I couldn’t see his face, but Tom slowly started walking over to the piano, and then sat down on the bench next to me. We exchanged a fleeting glance as I continued to play through the simple melody. With every changing note I could feel him becoming more and more enthralled by the song. Then suddenly, I stopped. He fell out of his trance and looked at me expectantly.

“Is it over?” he asked.

“Now,” I started, “A song for the death of a beloved main character who is losing his battle to cancer, surrounded by the family he created and loved more than anything, his youngest daughter holding his hand.”

Tom looked confused. I started to play again, slower this time. Somehow, these minor chords echoed out even sadder, even more profound than those before it. This time, the melody was different. This time, you could truly envision someone you care for dying. As I continued to pour out emotion into this piece, Tom’s breathing slowed, his eyes glossing over. I could see the emotion flowing through him. I ended the song on an unresolved note, turning to catch his gaze as I did. His mouth was slightly agape; his words caught in his throat.

And that’s the power of music, ladies and gentlemen.

“Do you see the difference between knowing the story and knowing the characters within it?”

He silently nodded, trying to regain his playful composure.

“Did you write that?” he asked.

“Yes, while I was in college.”

“It’s...it’s incredible.” 

Blush.

“I want my scenes in Growing to evoke that much emotion in the audience.”

“Well, let’s get talking,” I said. Without another word he got up and walked out of the room.

Where the hell is he going?

I was sure I had just blown my chance to get to know this cute asshole.

The door didn’t even fully swing shut when he came back in, big smile on his face, running his fingers through his hair, approaching me, still sitting at the piano. He stuck out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Tom. You must be Emma? I heard you’ll be writing the scores for this movie, and I’m so excited to help.”

I cocked my head to the side and looked at him, puzzled.

“I’m starting over,” he leaned in and winked at me.

I reached out to shake his hand.

“Hi, Tom. It’s so nice to meet you for the very first time.” I tried to hide how happy I was.

“So, we’ve got a lot of work to do. When do we start?”

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and that wraps up part 2! I hope it was worth the read. Let me know what you thought/any directions you think I should take the story in!

[champayne-problems]

Meeting Liam @ SiriusXM

Hiiii, so I’m pretty much writing this post because I need it forever engrained in my memory and I just want to share it with everyone. I genuinely didn’t think it was possible for me to love Liam anymore than I already did, then yesterday morning happened and he exceeded every single expectation I had. 

HERE WE GO (I’ll put it beneath the cut because it’s long, but let me just say, he’s flawless in the picture)

Alright, so we had to get to the studio at 8:45am and after checking us in, they brought us up to the main lobby of SiriusXM where they had notecards for questions and bottles of water and mints. Every member of the staff was super nice and welcoming so it was just a very calming atmosphere. After a few minutes they bring us into a ROOM, like genuinely college class room sized, and tell us to take a seat wherever so we filed in and I was in the second row (you can literally see the back of my head in the short clips they’ve posted. i cry.) The hosts come in and they’re super sweet, tell us to have so much fun, scream and be loud, and just to enjoy ourselves and enjoy the moment. Mikey Piff dropped in and asked us how we were feeling and said to have fun and then said that Strip That Down is a banger (I can confirm that this is TRU.) Then goes, “okay, have fun. Be loud. He’s 100 feet away from you right now.” because he was waiting in the hallway to come in. CRIES. (They also took our phones before this because they told us we’d be hearing the song.) 

When Liam came in he was so smiley and talkative, which you’ll see in the actual video of the interview. He shook everyone’s hand when he entered the room and kept going on random tangents and telling stories even if they didn’t pertain to the question. He was just so very kind to everyone. Then they’d cut to breaks and play music in the background that we could kind of hear. So once the break started he looked at the few of us that were directly in front of him and he was like ‘how are you guys?’ and was saying how he was up at 5am, even though he didn’t get back to his hotel until midnight. He was just talking a bunch to us and one of the girls said she was up early too and he was like ‘oh, no! can’t get tired, you’ve got to stay with us!’ and smiled and she leaned over like she was going to fall asleep as a joke and he goes ‘well, that looks like a comfortable spot at least!’ with a smile. And he just kept smiling at everyone, like his crinkly eyed smile and I was DYING. THEN. She’s So Perfect by 5sos is playing and everyone is kind of just singing along lowly bc like hi, that song is catchy af. And he was like bopping his head and just looking around with such a genuine smile and he was like ‘this is so nice’ and then he goes ‘this is beautiful’ AND I FUCKING MELTED. Then everything comes back and he’s very interactive, even when he was answering the interviewers questions, he was talking to us and making eye contact with everyone. He was very, very connected to everyone in the room. He was making jokes about his team being late and everything. Then the second break comes on and they’re playing Stay by Alessia Cara and Zedd and everyone is just bopping along and he was talking to one of the hosts for a second then stopped and he was like FEELING the song in his chair and he looks up at us and he goes ‘this is a jam’ or something along those lines and he’s like ‘who is this?’ and everyone is like ‘Alessia Cara’ and he’s like ‘wow’ and then we say Zedd is in it too and he’s like ‘what?’ and we go “Zedd!” and his eyes go wide and he starts laughing and he’s like “This is Zedd?!” and we all laugh and he was just a precious human being honestly. Then at the end he goes “oh, they’re going to hear the song?” and the hosts tell him yeah and he goes, “okay, I’m going to leave then. I just feel really weird being around when it’s on” and he waves to everyone and says thanks. 

So we hear the song... it’s A BOP... seriously. It fits his voice very well and it’s just so him. I know some of the lyrics have come out and I know there’s a bit of controversy with the 1D line (which had a girl literally go ‘holy shit’) but I PROMISE it isn’t maliciously sung and I personally think it was a line that Ed wrote because it has a very ‘You Need Me I Don’t Need You’ kind of style in that one line. So take it with a grain of salt. After spending a morning in the room with him and seeing how he interacted with every single person, it’s clear that he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. 

Now after the song ends we all clap and scream and they opened the door and he was in a room behind us where he could see us, so I’m sure he heard us cheering. Then they tell us as we’re leaving that we’re going to meet him which I’m almost positive was his choice. Because right before he left and the interview was done, someone from his team came over to him and whispered in his ear and he leans back and goes, “yes, of course.” And I’m assuming it was in regards to meeting us because his team had been running a bit late in the morning and as always, a m&g is up to the artists’ discretion, and at no point that morning had they told us we’d meet him. 

Now we form a line wrapping around the SiriusXM lobby because that’s were the m&g is and I’m in the middle of the line and the girls in front of us were friends with someone who worked there. So she came over and I heard them talking and she said he was doing soundbites and stuff for the radio and she said that he was really nice to everyone and was in the room with him when they played the song and he was like bouncing along. I CRY AGAIN.

So then he comes out and is getting ready for the m&g and he still has his hoodie on then he goes to take it off and his shirt rides up in the front and I wanted to collapse. What a beautiful human. It made his hair all messy and he honestly just looked like the cutest human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. So someone from his team just fixes it and then he gets ready for pictures and all that. 

Now, I knew the experience was going to be QUICK and I’ve been waiting seven years for this so I needed to make the most of it, so I decided to write him a letter the night before. It was short and just thanking him for being the soundtrack to the last seven years of my life. So I put the letter in my pocket and then we realize the line is moving really fast so I look over at my friend and I go “oh my god, what if I can’t even hug him” and she goes “no, you’re hugging him” (because she knows how completely in love with him I am) and then she goes “I don’t know if you’re gonna be able to give him the letter though.” and then I was just like “no way, he’s getting this letter.” I DIDN’T WAIT SEVEN YEARS FOR NOTHING.

Now there’s like three groups in front of us and someone from the station was holding our stuff for us so we wouldn’t have to hold our bags if we didn’t want them in the picture (v kind of them, i love siriusxm). So we hand our stuff over and I look at my friend in pure panic and just go “holy shit, I can’t.” and she’s like ‘okay, you’re gonna be fine. you can do this’ and then it’s our turn so my friend goes to walk up first and as she’s heading over, Liam has his arms out for a hug, but since we’re at the end of a hallway that leads to the lobby, like four employees rush by between them and he’s like ‘oh gosh!’ and she’s like ‘oh!’ and his eyes are wide and he’s smiling and he’s like ‘this is getting dangerous!’ and was just SO cute. So he hugs her and I had my hand on my chest because like this is just a lot. That moment was a lot, and then I’m just slightly freaking out in general. So he looks at me and has his arms out a bit and I’m like ‘Hiiii!’ and he says hi back and I go to hug him and WHAT THE FUCK I AM HUGGING LIAM PAYNE FAM. Then we pull away and he immediately puts his arm around my shoulder and genuinely pulls us into his side for the picture which honestly went in such a blur, I wasn’t even sure if I smiled in it for a second because I was so caught up on his hand on my shoulder and my hand on his waist LOL.

AND THEN THIS IS MY MOMENT LOL. So we’re pulling away and I pull the letter out of my pocket really quick and I’m in front of him and I go “I’m not sure if I’m allowed to give you anything but I have a something for you.” and he literally LEANS IN CLOSER TO ME so we’re like huddled in front of each other and he holds his hands up between us and goes “oh no, of course, what is it?” and I put the letter in his hand and I s2g it looks like a drug deal lol and he nods and says thank you. And I’m like about to walk away and IDK WHAT POSSESSED ME TO KEEP TALKING but I’m slightly walking away and I reached a hand out and he leaned forward to me so my HAND LANDS ON HIS FUCKING STOMACH (byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I didn’t even realize until I was pulling it away and I felt his abs like ?????????) and I go “I really hope you read it.” and he’s looking me straight in the eye, not even fazed by my hand or anyone else and he nods and goes “yes thank you honey, you’re so sweet.” and I just smiled and turned to get my stuff and I left and DIED. 

So, that’s my super long experience from yesterday and I can’t thank Liam enough for being such a genuine and kind human being. The only words I can think of to describe him are these: soft, kind, and genuine. He cares so much for us and we���re lucky to have him, if I’m being honest. And just a special thanks to SiriusXM, my beautiful friend who thought to invite me along when she won the passes, and Liam for being even better than I thought he could be. And now, without further ado, my picture. 

(I’m in the white!)

[azazelsexile]

@kendrasaunders and @icedvulpix this is for you!!! It’s for the Legends of Tomorrow College AU. I call it “To The Fairest” - - Rip looked at the package on his bed: unmarked, but inside there was one pair on unisex, light up Heelys. They looked like they could probably fit him, which was unfortunate. If they would fit him, they would fit almost anyone else on the floor. He went into the bathroom to look in the mirror and consider his options. He knew that this would end in one of two ways: either a fairytale, or bloodshed. And while the box was not gold or addressed “To The Fairest,” he knew his floormates. None of them were Cinderella. If he didn’t get rid of the shoes, all hell would break loose. He splashed some water on his face, certain of his decision to turn the shoes in to the main office. However, when he got out of his bathroom, the box containing the shoes was gone. ~ “Well I found them!” Sara exclaimed. “That means that I should keep them!!” “They’re just a bit too big for your feet, princess,” Len scolded, grabbing onto the box. “They’d probably fit me the best! Plus, they’re not against the rules yet and that’ll drive Rip cra-” “Well, I’ve always wanted a pair!” Jax yelled, vying for the box. “I had dreams of these shoes when I was a kid!” “Stop it!” Kendra yelled, looking at the mass of not-quite-literal-children in her dorm. “Ray’s feet are way too big, why don’t we let him decide who should get them? You can all make your cases, I’m certain he’ll pick whoever is most deserving.” “Uh, yeah, sure,” Ray said. “Len? Why should I pick you?” “Ray, my boy, I can get you a master key to any room in the building,” Len offered. “You’ll be able to go anywhere you please, and you’ll be the most powerful man in the school!” “Well I’ll do your homework!” Jax interjected. “For the rest of the semester! I’ll even help you study of finals and make sure you pass! You won’t have to do any of the work!” Ray looked expectantly at Sara. “I,” Sara began, “will give you love. The most beautiful woman in the school: Kendra.” “But I already have Kendra?” “All to yourself! I won’t lay a finger on her for a WHOLE WEEK.” “A whole week?? WOW!” Ray exclaimed. “Yeah, thanks guys, but Sara wins. Here you go!” He handed Sara the box. “Enjoy.” Just then, Rip burst in. “PLEASE DON’T KILL EACH OTHER OVER- You aren’t fighting. Why aren’t you fighting?” “We let Ray decide who gets to keep them,” Kendra explained. “He picked Sara!” “Um, alright then. I suppose that’s good enough for me,” Rip said. “As long as there’s no fighting! If anyone gets hurt, I’m confiscating them!” ~ Len tapped out the message on his phone with Mick watching over his shoulder. “You think this will work?” Mick asked. “Certainly,” Len said, smirking. “Now, let’s go find Mr. Jackson and see if he’ll be our ally in this campaign.” He sent the text message, watched as the other person replied, and looked back over at Mick. “We have some work to do.” ~ When Sara got back to Rip’s room, she immediately knew something was wrong. For one, the door was wide open. Rip never left his door open if he could help it. She carefully crept in, just in case she might disturb something. Still, it was quiet and there was no sign of Rip or anyone else in the room. She made it all the way to the bed before she saw the note.

‘Sara- If you want Rip back, you had better bring those shoes and your ass to the tennis court at 10pm. Be prepared to go back on your deal with Ray.’

The note wasn’t signed, but she was certain it had to be from Len and Jax. Who else would want her to go back on her deal with Ray? It was almost 10pm anyway, so she figured she’d go ahead and meet them on the court- after of course, she hid the shoes in her room. Walking outside and entering the tennis court, she called, “You know, a deal’s a deal, it’s not my fault if Ray didn’t pick your offer!” It wasn’t until she was fully onto the court that she realized who exactly had a strong grip on Rip’s shoulder. There stood Carter, in all his height and glory, and he looked very upset. “Kendra is not yours to give away!” he shouted back. “Give me the shoes so I may reclaim my queen! She won’t let me go near her until Sunday!!” Behind him stood Mick, Jax, and Len, all grinning with their arms crossed. “You’d better give him what he wants, Sara, or Rip’s gonna miss all of his classes this week!!” Len yelled, obviously pleased with himself. “Just give them here, and he’s free!” Instead of replying, Sara just turned and sprinted back to her dorm. ~ There was a knock at the door. “I’m not falling for it!!” Sara yelled through the door and the dressers piled up against it. “I’m not dumb!” “You’ve been holed up with Kendra and Ray for three days!” came the muffled reply. It sounded like Nate, but she couldn’t be sure. “They sent a peace offering!” Cautiously, Sara moved the dressers away from the door and opened it a tiny sliver. Sure enough, there stood Nate, with a large white bicycle box. “Carter and the boys chipped in to buy you a new bike,” Nate explained. “They feel bad about the whole situation and said they’ll stay in their room.” Sara peered down the hallway, and sure enough saw Jax, Mick, Len, Carter, and Rip all standing in the doorway of Mick and Len’s room. “Let me move the desks the rest of the way, then I’ll drag it in,” Sara said, pushing the dressers and desks back to their respective homes. “Here we go!” She pulled the box into the center of the room. “Phew,” she said. “Must be a pretty expensive bike! That’s the heaviest one I’ve ever moved.” She moved around to the side of the box to look at the picture. Just as she did this, the end of the box popped open. Out scurried Amaya, who grabbed the shoes off the desk, and sprinted out the door, running directly into- Booster. “Are these the shoes that have been causing so many problems?” Booster asked. “Rip texted me that he’s missed half his classes this werk because of these! Is it really worth all the fuss? Just get me your shoe sizes and what colors you want, you could have just asked!” And while they never found out who sent the first pair or who they were even intended for, everyone on the Waverider floor ended up with customized Heelys, curtosy of Rip’s panicked texts at 3am while in captivity, and Booster’s generosity.