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chezzywezzy · 4 months ago

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Yandere Gwi-Nam (1/4)

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I remembered that I actually wrote this whole thing for fun several months ago. Might as well use this for an easy peasy ease back into society.

R stared at the email on her phone, her brain scrambling to make sense of the Korean typo in the email. Although she stood in the main hallway, gathering many stares from the native Korean high school students, the posted signs were not the most helpful.

She took in her surroundings once again, adjusting her old and well-loved frog backpack, loaded with stationery. The hoard of students desperate to make it to class on time sometimes collided, and R was astounded at the sheer student population of the public high school. Unlike from her home country, the high school seemed well-funded and quite modern, even compared to the college she was actively attending at home — which had given her this opportunity abroad. The atmosphere made R somewhat anxious.

R sighed, deciding the best course of action — after a few failed attempts of grabbing a frantic student’s attention — was to go to the right and follow past the principal’s office. R’s entire goal was to find the teacher’s lounge. And although one might think to ask the principal, she was terrified of making a poor first impression.

The hallway had grown vacant and silent, only the sound of her footsteps echoing. She noticed her tattoo cover-up sleeves were scrunching slightly, and while walking, looked down to adjust it.

She suddenly heard loud, quick footsteps come from behind. Just as she went to glance over her shoulder, a hard shoulder smashed into her back and knocked R forward onto the ground. She scraped her knees, which created instant panic. As she scrambled to sit and inspect her knee, there was a cruel snicker.

R scowled, recognizing the tear in her leg sleeve. Luckily, R was always analy OCD and overprepared, and knew she could clip it with a pin and hide it under her knee-length black skirt.

Two shoes stopped in front of her. R looked up, unamused. A student who looked far more mature than his peers by a few years toward her with black banks and a Korean-styled mullet. As she was still adjusting from her native tongue to Korean, his words did not register at first.

R’s scowl disappeared as she intently focused on the words.

“Since when does our school let in foreign [unknown]?” he sneered.

R blinked, only assuming it was foul language spitting from his mouth, and rolled her eyes. “You are making a bad first impression on a new teacher.” She intentionally left out the assistant.

She watched as his breath and stance stiffened. “Shit.” He glanced her over, a slight smirk growing. “The school must be desperate if they took in a foreign [whore] with fake hair and tattoos.”

R’s eyes widened and her cheeks darkened, pulling the dark brown wig over her head to hide her brightly dyed hair. She finally brushed herself off and pinned the sleeves together. R returned to her feet, only then recognizing the slight burn in her knees.

“Listen, kid. How about you mind your business and I’ll mind mine? I can already tell you’re an asshole, so I’d recommend you get to your class before I bring you with me to the principal’s office for harassment.”

The student sneered and crossed his arms. There was a momentary tense staredown before he seemed to loosen up, clicking his tongue and walking off — but not without snatching one of her decorative to-do list papers. R sighed, not caring enough to pursue her to-do list. She already seemed fairly unprofessional with her frog backpack, so a pink sticky note with Hello Kitty on it was better off left out of sight.

Despite the aggravating experience, R continued on her way, plastering a smile on her face. Eventually, she found the teacher’s office empty. However, a teacher named Ms. Park had left a name on the door with R’s name and the classroom number. R sighed with relief, heading off to the classroom.

R burst through the classroom door. Ms. Park had been speaking, but all went silent except for the muttering of students. R was nervous, but as time passed, the classroom became as familiar as any other.

~~~

R blasted her somewhat generic pop playlist since the old songs from the 2000s never grew old to her. She was chowing down on her boxed lunch, which was cutely styled like everything else: a Hello Kitty lunchbox, as she succumbed to capitalistic desires of that brand easily.

The concrete, half-built foundation was where she went during the lunch period to get some peace and quiet. During the semester, construction had been placed to a halt except for weekends, as there were frequent noise complaints from school staff and students. To R, it was her perfect hide-away location from prying eyes.

As she finished up her homemade kimbap — an accomplishment R was proud of — Shake It Off began echoing from her phone. R grinned, and she stood up. She sang poorly, but sang with it regardless, even incorporating some equally poor dance moves during the chorus.

R halted mid-song as her stomach had a sharp, sudden pain, hissing loudly and grasping her stomach. She cursed under her breath.

“Eh? How unathletic are you? How embarrassing.”

R gasped in fright, swerving to face the onlooker. She sighed out of relief, recognizing the infamous rule-breaker from her classroom (although he rarely attended class). R had a neutral opinion of the boy, as he was notoriously the “bully’s gopher,” but hadn’t ratted her out or spread any rumors about her unprofessional underbelly.

“At least I’m more athletic than the gym instructor,” R shot back, noticing that the stomach pain had left.

Gwi-nam’s eyebrows raised, adorning a cheeky grin. He often put up an air of unapproachability, but due to R’s semi-authority, it seemed he neither cared to intimidate nor to fake manners.

“You could get fired for saying something like that.”

“I could get fired for a lot of things, kid.”

R went over and sat back on the cement steps, furrowing through her lunchbox and sipping on an internationally imported Capri Sun. Gwi-nam leaned on the crudely placed metal rails, leering over the woman. He eyed the package curiously, as well as the rest of the cutified objects.

“I’m amazed someone like you got transferred here,” Gwi-nam scoffed. “There’s nothing professional about you.”

“My college GPA, past internships, letters of recommendation, and my polyglot status say otherwise. Besides, Ms. Park says I bring a modern level of cultural diversity.”

“God, you’re full of yourself.”

“So what?” R chortled, slurping up the rest of her juice. “I deserve to be a little self-confident. I worked hard to get here.”

Gwi-nam rolled his eyes. “Whatever. What the hell are doing out here anyway? I bet you’re too weird to make any friends.”

“Not at all. I just like to eat alone,” R insisted. “Why are you here, kid? Don’t you have anywhere else to be or lunch to be eating?”

“I don’t have friends. Just people I hang out with.”

“Hm. Well, how about some bribery to get you back with your people? Here’s a chocolate bar.”

~~~

R handed the student sitting next to her a tiny container of cut canteloupe and some chopsticks. “At this rate, you owe me an entire hot pot.”

Gwi-nam snatched the bowl, immediately digging in hungrily. “No way,” he grumbled with a full mouth. “That would count as taking advantage of a student. Besides, with how fat you’ve gotten, you obviously have some food to spare.”

R clicked her tongue angrily, swatting Gwi-nam’s neck. “How dare you comment on a woman’s wait like that. With those manners, it’s no wonder why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

The comment made her feel somewhat insecure regardless. Gwi-nam wasn’t wrong. R had been wearing baggier shirts recently, as no matter how much she exercised or ate healthily, it hardly impacted the small stomach bump she had developed in the last two months. The only explanation was that it was from poor sleep, stress, and overworking.

“I’m too busy for that.”

“Too busy because you’re beating up some helpless classmate, right? Don’t think I don’t notice when your knuckles are all messed up. You’re called the bully’s gopher for a reason.”

“You fucking bitch,” Gwi-nam sneered,“ don’t call me that. Just because you know a fucking language doesn’t mean I won’t kill you.”

R sent a glare before snatching back the cantaloupe from him. “God, you’re rude and sensitive.”

“As if. Now give me my food back.”

She rolled her eyes. She very much assumed he had home problems and had taken some level of pity on him since the boy showed up in the building every day since their first encounter and had neither friends nor food. But after enduring an all-nighter, she didn’t feel like putting up with his foul attitude.

R shoved her food back into the lunchbox and stood up. As she did so, Gwi-nam’s hands latched onto R, causing her to almost trip. Gwi-nam shouted in irritation, but the sensation of standing had made R feel dizzy enough not to notice. Black dots clouded her vision and she stumbled forward slightly.

“Hey!” Gwi-nam exclaimed, grabbing and pulling her back to the step.

R sat, and it felt as though her stomach vibrated with agony. She let out a hiss of pain and laid back, the lunchbox long forgotten. R gasped and rubbed her stomach, feeling a sudden leaking sensation. It was as though her stomach was hollowing out.

“What’s wrong?” Gwi-nam huffed, aiding in lowering her slowly onto the steps.

“I… I don’t know — I feel…”

“What the fuck —!”

R was confused, focusing on nothing but the sharp cramps. But as Gwi-nam scampered away, R twisted her head up to see what he was looking at. R screeched as she noticed a waterfall of bloody blobs leaking from her white skirt. R reached for her phone but barely felt the ability to move from the cramps. It was as though her period was on blast.

“Call a fucking ambulance!” R shrieked, to which Gwi-nam clumsily withdrew up from his pocket.

He called 119, but nothing other than confusion was displayed in his expression. R heard the muffled voice of an operator, to which Gwi-nam stuttered in reply,“ I - I need an ambulance at the front gate of Hyosan High.” Another few seconds passed before Gwi-nam spat out a few stuttered descriptions of the emergency.

He pocketed the phone before grabbing R’s arms and tugging her up. R grunted, a few tears sliding down her cheek. When R’s legs gave out, Gwi-nam scoffed in annoyance and scooped her up, trying to disregard the blood that stained his jacket.

R grasped onto him for dear life, stuttering,“ What are you doing?”

“What does it look like, stupid?”

A few minutes later, Gwi-nam arrived at the front gate at the knick of time. He flinched at how loud the sirens were as the ambulance pulled up. Nurses rolled out and helped get R into the back, with Gwi-nam deciding to get in the back.

~~~

“Ms. R, it appears you had an intense miscarriage,” the doctor informed the woman, staring at the clipboard. “You were being too hard on yourself during the pregnancy.”

R paled and shivered. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know you were pregnant?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry then. However, you should be able to head home now. Your boyfriend is waiting outside.”

“He’s not my…” R mumbled, watching the doctor walk off.

The nurses helped R to her feet. She was thoroughly cleaned, adorning nothing but the white robe. However, with the state of her old clothing, they had been discarded with instructions to head straight home and change. R slipped on her shoes and shuffled weakly to the open doorway.

His head bobbed sleepily, Gwi-nam was sitting by the door. R wiped away her tears and softly shook his shoulder. R was surprised he had waited, as by the time everything was okayed, the sun had set. Ms. Park had called at some point, but R would deal with the repercussions of a missed afternoon session and after-school office hours when she got home.

“Gwi-nam,” R called.

His head shot up and a snort escaped. His eyes were wide and his brow furrowed. He rose, immediately eyeing her up and down. “What happened? The sons of bitches wouldn’t let me go in to see you.”

R chuckled, insecurely grasping at her stomach. “It was… just a stomach ulcer that got stuck. They had to get rid of it, that is all. I’m alright.”

Gwi-nam’s shoulders instantly relaxed. “Eh? All that blood for an ulcer?”

“It’s been growing for two months now.” R glanced around. “You should head home now. Let me get you something from the vending machine. It’s not much, but —“

“You were the one in the hospital,” he gruffly mumbled. “Besides, you were the one who said I owed you a hot pot.”

“Nonsense. Your parents are probably waiting for you.”

He snorted obnoxiously. “No, they’re not. So, let’s go.”

Gwi-nam grabbed her arm and started dragging her down the hall to the exit. R protested but with his tight, unrelinquishing hold, she gave in and joined him at a nearby convenience store. After some fuss between them, Gwi-nam was able to take what she grabbed and pay for the food together. R was as grateful as she was surprised by the student’s kindness.

When they sat at the window, R inquired quietly,“ Are you sure your parents aren’t waiting for you?”

“As if. My dad’s probably off at work while my mom’s fucking her new boyfriend in a hotel.” R frowned, to which Gwi-nam snapped,“ Hey, don’t fucking look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.”

“It’s not pity,” she replied. “I’m upset. You deserve better people in your life.”

Gwi-nam tried not to show that the comment had taken him aback, covering it up with a glare and a scoff. However, despite his best cover-up, R noticed how blood rushed to his cheeks. R sent him a sweet smile, unaware of just how impacted Gwi-nam was.

~~~

The door to the classroom slid open loudly, and without looking, R stated,” It’s not like you to be so early for our sessions, Cheong-san.”

When R received no reply, she looked up. She was taken aback to find Gwi-nam standing at the entrance, harboring an unsure and anxious expression with his backpack shouldered. R tilted her head and sent a smile.

“Gwi-nam, come sit. How can I help you?”

“I need help with English, obviously.”

R chuckled as the man plopped into the seat next to hers, backpack on the floor. “I assumed. I was more so asking what you need help with for English.”

“Oh. Uh, with… the homework.”

R found it endearing how nervous he was, glancing constantly at the door. She knew he would rather be caught dead than at a study session, but was incredibly proud of his courage. Gwi-nam pulled out the paper. The class was assigned various Robert Frost poems to decipher. Gwi-nam had been assigned to Stopping by Woods. And instead of just using a translator, Gwi-nam came to R.

“Do you need help with the grammar functions?” R inquired.

Gwi-nam nodded, grabbing a pen. R began explaining the concepts and switching words to make the sentences more comprehensible to a foreign speaker. Gwi-nam was surprisingly attentive until a ding came from R’s phone.

R glanced briefly at the notification, noticing the time. “Ah. I have a scheduled student appointment in a few minutes, so I have to cut this short. Can I pen you in for next Monday?”

“Eh? Why?”

“So that you can come again. If you do, I’ll even bring you a snack. How does three-thirty sound?”

Gwi-nam shoved his notes back in begrudgingly. “Whatever,” he muttered, not meeting R’s eyes.

“Great! See you then. Get home safe, Gwi-nam.”

He didn’t reply, quickly shuffling into the hallway. R’s heart warmed, and a part of her felt somewhat proud that she was making an impact on her student’s life to some capacity.

~~~

R awoke with a gasp, clasping at her bedsheets. It took not a moment after for her alarm to go blaring in her ears. She immediately shut it off and focused on regaining her breath.

Everything was going well in Korea. Work, friends, lifestyle, school (as exhausting as it was to be doing college at the same time as her transfer abroad) — all except the overlying issue.

R had managed to attract a stalker.

It started small, and she was convinced it was a student of hers. She constantly felt watched when nobody was around. Things would go missing from her bag or desk. Then one day, while she was in the office on her own, she glanced over and saw a shadowed figure staring through a crack in the door.

That’s when things seemed to escalate, especially the paranoia. She became more organized with her things and knew when things would disappear. She carried a safety weapon at all times. Sometimes, when a hooded man followed her for a stretch, she’d break for a run.

And then things escalated again — one day, the hooded man ran, too.

That was when, after calling Ms. Park in distress, they went to the police together. R knew that Korea tended not to take cases like her’s seriously, and it’s not as though she knew how to talk to a police officer that well.

With thorough convincing from Ms. Park, they kept an eye on the neighborhood R lived in from time to time. But that hardly seemed to do any good, because that was when R noticed that hooded man outside her apartment building. And then outside her apartment.

R invested in every home safety feature. Door cameras, motion-detecting lights, and a silent break-in alarm if it came to it.

She was terrified and was considering moving, to say the least. Calling the police was a lost cause since they “couldn’t do anything with the footage” and “a crime hadn’t happened yet.”

So R lived in fear. The stalker had even invaded her nightmares.

When R grabbed her phone, she noticed that one of her bear-shaped sticky notes was beside the phone. She went through her notifications before she roused herself. And only then did she notice the content of the sticky note.

Written in messy, almost intelligible Korean, was written ‘The cops can’t do shit.’

R shrieked. She noticed her underwear drawer was ajar. She noticed that her lights had been unscrewed. And the silent alarm hadn’t been triggered. R was a mess getting ready for work, taking photos of the various evidence. And although she tried to compose herself on the subway, she was still a wreck when she got to campus.

As she walked past the school gates, she gasped when a fist punched her shoulder suddenly. R veered her body toward the culprit, recognizing Gwi-nam immediately. He wore a casual expression.

“Gwi-nam,” R stated, recovering from her shock – and momentarily forgetting her troubles.

The student clicked his tongue, motioning to his head. “Your hair is falling off, teacher.”

“Ah!” R, embarrassed, readjusted the wig furiously. “Better?”

His nostrils flared and he eyed her up and down. He nodded.

“Thank you. I hope to see you in class later.”

R walked away, feeling her student’s eyes follow her intensely.

Only then did the panic come back. She was in a rush, greeting students only briefly until she arrived at the teacher’s office. R wrapped her arms around Ms. Park from behind, who jolted in shock.

“R!” she exclaimed.

“Help.”

R released her and handed the now attentive Ms. Park her phone. The woman scrolled through the photos, growing paler by the second. She handed the phone back.

“You can’t stay there anymore.”

“I know that — but my landlord won’t accept it as a reason to break the lease. My credit score will be destroyed.”

“Fuck the credit score!” Other teachers glared, causing Ms. Park to clear her throat and compose herself. “You have to move out today. I’ll help you after class.”

“My assignment will be late.”

“R. This is not up for negotiation. So stop worrying and let’s leave this for after school.”

She nodded, blinking away the blurred tears. She sat at her desk, rummaging through her items quickly. Ms. Park nudged her, a twinkle in her eye.

“You know, you’re out here doing miracle work for our students. I was checking class B’s overall grades, and I found that On-jo has gone from a D+ to a B-. And even better, Gwi-nam somehow went from failing to a B+. I’m sure you’ll get a bonus from the principal for all your hard work at the end of the school year.”

R smiled, some of her uneasiness lifting off her shoulders from the news.

~~~

Much to R’s dismay, it quickly became apparent that R had forgotten to pack a lunch. She had grabbed her lunch box, but the contents were nonexistent. Thus, R knew she’d have to head down to the cafeteria vending machine grab some carbohydrate-filled junk, and break the bad news to Gwi-nam.

On her way, she noticed Gwi-nam leaning on a wall on his phone. R hummed, approaching. Gwi-nam immediately noticed, eyes glued to her figure. R paused in front of him, fumbling with her fingers.

“Well, Gwi-nam, I… woke up late this morning, so I didn’t pack a lunch. Do you have money for the vending machine?”

“Eh? Late? How unprofessional.”

R rolled her eyes. I’ll take that as a yes. Just make sure you eat.” R spun to head over to the cafeteria before pausing. “Oh, one more thing. I’m proud of you and the progress you’ve made in class, Gwi-nam. I hope you know that.”

She walked over to the cafeteria, not noticing how the student gulped and his cheeks grew red, unable to tear his gaze away from the woman.

The cafeteria was crowded and R struggled to evade students. She replied to greetings from students and eventually made it to the vending machine. R checked her phone as a goofy lunch wrap slowly unraveled. Alas, the lunch period was already fifteen minutes through.

The wrap was nearly loose, sliding down the front. It did so slowly, and R nearly screamed when she realized it was about to stop moving.

R had had a bad enough day and kicked the machine. Just like that, the wrap plopped down. As R grabbed it, the noise level in the cafeteria skyrocketed. R swerved to observe the commotion and was unprepared for what she saw. A hoard of students were flying through the glass entrance, until students suddenly slammed it shut, locking out a small group. Screams echoed, and despite the unknowing threat, R dashed toward the entrance, shoving her wrap into her skirt pocket.

And that was when another hoard approached. Students covered in blood ran at the group, and although they tried to run, the students caught them. Blood spewed against the glass, and R shrieked. Although R was frozen in place, everyone around her was running amock in panic from the sudden brutal attack.

R stood just on the other side of the pane, not far from the front door. Students ran, and then so did the blood-covered students. The doors went crashing open, and R’s life flashed before her eyes as a student she immediately recognized pounced at her.

#x reader #yandere #x y/n #self insert #yandere x reader #aouad #all of us are dead #aouad x reader #kdrama #gwinam

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juyeoz · 23 days ago

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GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

003 ┆ mistakes my evil twin (0.8k words)

The Decelis Academy’s Atheltic Committee (in other words, DAAC) club room wasn’t the biggest. It was the size of your average classroom, yet it was decorated to satisfy the needs of the said club members.

The sunlit room felt warm and fuzzy as any autumn day would have felt. It was the perfect place to relax.

“That’s pretty much it. Just need a few more helpers for the upcoming tournament and bulletin boards in the hallway.” Wonyoung said, wrapping up her part of the meeting with her eyes still on the projector.

“Any questions?” She asked, looking over at the familiar group of faces.

“Should we also create advertisements to join the club? I know we’ll need more hands when the other sports come, but I doubt the morning announcements are enough since many people tune them out.”

Wonyoung took in Ningning’s words, letting them ease into her mind. She wasn’t wrong, not at all. Truly, she had an amazing point which only left Wonyoung feeling satisfied.

“Yes, I definitely agree with that.” She said with a smile.

“Do you want to work on that, Ningning?”

“I don’t mind, I have a lot of time on my hands anyway.” She replied, replicating the smile Wonyoung held on her lips.

“Alright, if that’s everything, (Name), you can take over now.” Wonyoung insisted.

You rose up from your seat, gaining an irritated expression and groaning from the male who sat a few rows in front of you—the captain of the boys volleyball team.

Or, in other words, Yang Jungwon.

“Shut up,” you muttered while walking past his seat. He rolled his eyes at your response and slouched down into his chair.

“It’ll take an extra 5 minutes…” You said while preparing the projector to portray your photos. A few awkward moments of silence went by with you adjusting your photos to enlarge on the projector.

However, eventually, you succeeded.

“Okay, so, I was just wondering about some basic things!” You began while clasping your hands together and moving out of the way.

“I took some pictures for the basketball posters and wanted to hear your thoughts on them—”

The sudden sound of a phone ringing was enough to silence your voice as everyone’s heads turned to face the culprit.

“Sorry, one moment.” Wonyoung said with an apologetic smile and walked out of the classroom.

A snicker escaped Jungwon’s lips, causing him to receive a glare from you upfront.

“As I was saying, I already prepared a poster with an image which will be posted tomorrow, but just for future purposes.” You explained while switching to the poster in question.

“Here it is—”

“Who approved of this?” A voice questioned, cutting you off once again.

You inhaled deeply and looked over to the crowd of students, picking up the irritated expression on the one and only Yang Jungwon’s face.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” You asked.

“The quality could’ve been much higher. I can’t even read the text in the middle.”

“I’ll remake it then.” You simply said. You didn’t want to argue with him under such a time limit.

“Why not just use a photo that was taken during a match?” He continued.

“There’s not many taken. I could just fix it up later.”

“There’s nothing that ties Decelis Academy to the poster other than our school name. It could say almost anything and you’d just be swapping words around.”

You hated his voice. It was so irritating, almost causing you to fume up into flames. Despite that, you had to keep your cool.

“At least use a photo of the team.”

“I don’t have an—”

“You should have a higher standard for things. People wouldn’t even bat an eye at something so boring. In other words, that.”

The clubroom’s atmosphere was suffocating. The tension was evident and only made everyone else antsy and uncomfortable. They didn’t want to make anything worse, part of them hoping Wonyoung would return soon.

In their favour, the door clicked open and showcased another apologetic Wonyoung. She slipped her phone down into her pockets and closed the door behind her.

“Unfortunately, time is up. I’m sorry, (Name). If anything you can text the group chat, okay?” She said as you nodded in response.

Your eyes shifted over to Yang Jungwon, the most irritating volleyball player you’ll ever meet.

He was leaning back into his chair with his head tilted to the right and arms crossed over his chest. A smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

You hated how innocent he looked as if he wasn’t the cause of this all. You hated how the bell went, leaving you with no time left. You hated how he collected his belongings, swinging his backpack over one shoulder and walked past you in silence with his hands in his pockets.

It was almost as if you weren’t even there.

Nevertheless, most importantly, you hated Yang Jungwon all together and to you, that will never change.

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valkyriepirate · 2 years ago

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Newt Scamander x Reader One Shot- Christmas at Hogwarts

Summary: Christmas has come and the students at Hogwarts have returned to their homes for the break. All except you, a Seventh Year Muggleborn staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re feeling quite lonely- that is, until your friend Newt Scamander finds you in the dining hall by the fire. Soon you realize that Christmas may be far more magical than you’d hoped.

Warnings: Fluff overload. :)

Word count: 3.6k words

A/N: I know I’m posting this fic wayyy after Christmas, but it’s always Newt Scamander season in my heart and I couldn’t resist. ;D

#5- Christmas at Hogwarts

The fire was your only company in all of Hogwarts that night.

It blazed and crackled in the grate, warm and inviting as a dear friend. You scooted closer, shivering even underneath your thick coat. Your hands seemed incapable of warming up. No matter how close you held them to the fire, the warmth declined to accompany you for long. It was too painful a reminder of your family; like them, the heat pushed you away if you got too close, threatening to sear your skin. Yet too far and it felt like there was not a fire burning at all.

You swallowed your respite. It was Christmas Eve, and Hogwarts was decorated beautifully- golden tinsel strung along the window frames, evergreen wreaths with large acorns and red bows adorning the doors, and even an enormous pine tree set up in the corner, clothed in a myriad of twinkling lights and shining ornaments. But the décor was just another reminder of how alone you were. Everyone in your House had returned home to loving families and abundant gifts for Christmas- all except you.

You pulled your (Y/H) scarf tighter, rubbing your face with the soft cloth as you tried to thaw your freezing skin. You refused to let any tears fall. Yes, you were alone, but it was Christmas. There was solace in the good memories you had of years past, and no matter how desolate things seemed, you always felt that the magic in the air was stronger this time of year.

You had taken to drawing miniature snowmen in the fireplace cinders with your wand when you felt it: something small and warm brushing against your leg. Startled, you looked to the side but saw nothing. Then the same sensation rubbed against your other leg. As you turned, a furry little creature poked its head out from underneath your coat. It looked like a fluffy platypus, with a pink bill, pale feet, and tiny curved claws.

“Well hello, little fella,” you said, scooping the creature into your hands. It was incredibly soft. “Where did you come from?”

The creature purred as you stroked it tenderly, gazing up at you with shimmering black eyes. You laughed in delight as it scurried up your arm and snuggled between your scarf and your neck.

“Cold, are you?” You tucked in both ends of your scarf, creating a scooped blanket for the creature. “There. Is that better?”

It nuzzled into your neck and you laughed again as its fur tickled you. It was possible it escaped from one of the classrooms, but you didn’t feel the need to return it anywhere- at least, not for now. You felt the weight on your heart begin to lessen. Maybe you wouldn’t be so alone on Christmas Eve after all.

“Teddy?”

You craned your head around at the familiar voice. You hadn’t heard anyone enter the main hall- in fact, you had been sure you were the only one left in the whole building. As you wondered who it could be, a boy with a swath of ruddy hair emerged from the hall.

“Teddy? Don’t be a scoundrel. I better not catch you stealing any-” The boy stopped when he saw you. “Oh. (Y/N). I didn’t know you were here.”

“I didn’t know you were here either, Newt,” you said, a smile creeping up your face. The presence of your longtime friend was an even greater relief to your solemnity. “What are you doing here?”

He shifted, pulling at his bright yellow Hufflepuff scarf. “I-I came to find Teddy.”

“He’s with me,” you said, patting your scarf. “But I mean, why are you here- not at home with your family? It’s Christmas Eve.”

He didn’t speak for a long time. Eventually he said, “I... may have missed the last train.”

You gaped at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping your lips. “You missed the last train? How?”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes. It occurred to you that maybe he had been withheld from boarding for an unknown reason.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I guess it’s just nice not to be alone.” When he didn’t reply, you offered, “Want to sit with me?”

His eyebrows twitched up as if you’d given him an umbrella on a bleak rainy day. Newt was undoubtedly much different than the rest of your friends- he was so incredibly gentle and humble in a way that was rare to find in anyone else. He was always generous in his kindness, but the moment even the smallest kindness was offered him back, he was so unprepared that it almost made you want to laugh.

He came and sat down a little ways away from you. You patted the floor next to you, beckoning him closer. “Come here. You’ll feel the fire better.”

It was impossible to tell if the redness on his cheeks was a blush or the glow of the fire. Slowly, he scooted to sit next to you.

“He’s taken a liking to you,” he mumbled. “Teddy, I mean.”

“I think he’s taken more of a liking to my scarf. I can’t say I blame him.”

Newt smiled briefly, staring at the embers on the ground. “Nifflers may pride on materialism, but they know a pure heart when they see one.”

Something about the words warmed your insides. “Where did you find him anyway?” you asked.

“You could say he’s a family pet.”

“Oh. Your mother keeps magical creatures, right?”

“She breeds Hippogriffs,” said Newt. “Some of the other creatures are...adopted family members.”

You gazed contentedly into the fire. “That sounds nice.”

Newt stole a glance at you, playing with the rim of his cloak. “If I may ask... why are you here, (Y/N)?”

It was your turn to run short of words. The truth was that you were a Muggleborn and your family vehemently disapproved of magic. Some of the professors at Hogwarts had hexed them for years into believing that you went to a boarding school like any other, but last year the truth got out. Your family ordered you to stop attending Hogwarts. When you refused, they said you could stay- so long as you didn’t return home.

You still loved your family and missed them dearly. But you couldn’t deny the magic in your veins. You couldn’t leave Hogwarts behind, not when it had been your second home for so long. Not when it meant saying goodbye to the friends you had made.

Instead of saying any of this, you gave Newt an encouraging smile and said, “I couldn’t make it home for the holidays.”

A comfortable silence passed between you two, broken only by the crack and snap of the logs in the fire. In that moment it seemed you had bonded in a way you never had before. There was something about being alone together on a holiday when you were meant to be with everyone that united your shivering hearts. You thought that if it had to be anyone here with you tonight on Christmas Eve, you were glad it was Newt Scamander.

“(Y/N)?” said Newt after a while.

“Yes?”

He seemed to be treading carefully. “How would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me?”

You blinked at him before breaking into a grin. “Do you really mean it?”

“Well, only if it’s something you’d like to do-”

You laid an excited hand on his knee. “That sounds wonderful. What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Newt appeared so startled by your touch that he sat frozen in place as you jumped up and bounded down the hall. You stopped at the doors and turned back to face him. “Come on Newt, don’t be a slowpoke,” you said, a teasing tone sliding into your voice. Teddy the Niffler chittered in agreement.

Blushing deeper, Newt pushed to his feet and followed you down the hall. “Don’t you turn against me now, Teddy.”

If it could have been possible for a Niffler to snicker, he would have. You laughed at the two of them. “Race you to the front gates!”

Newt didn’t have time to reply before you took off. Smiling to himself, he ran after you, the sounds of laughter and clicking soles on stone floors filling the lonely castle with a beautiful kind of music.

******

The snow had been falling heavily since morning and was settled so thickly across the cobblestone pathway that you felt like you were walking on cotton candy. You were still panting and flushed with heat from your sprint throughout the castle, and the frigid air blowing your hair away from your face was more welcoming in that moment than any fire could have been. Your breaths came out like transparent white clouds as you turned around and triumphantly pumped your fists in the air. “I win!”

Newt, panting just as hard and clutching his side, nodded fervently. You wanted to giggle again at the sight of him- one pant leg rolled a bit higher than the other, his scarf tossed askew around his shoulders, his cloak hanging crookedly around his body. You had to resist an urge to ruffle his already messy hair, which was quickly becoming powdered white with snow.

You peeked inside your scarf to check on the Niffler. “You alright in there, little buddy?”

The creature’s eyes were wide with exhilaration. He gave you a sweet kiss on the chin and you laughed as its ticklish fur caressed your skin.

“He’d prefer to be carried all day if you let him,” Newt said, crunching across the snow to you. “Though I’d be careful. He tends to steal shiny things.”

“This little guy, a thief?” you scratched his soft belly. “That couldn’t be.”

“Have you lost anything?”

You playfully bumped him with your elbow. “Got nothing to lose. Come on, we’d better go before they douse the lanterns.”

The snow proved as deep and noncompliant as it looked from afar as you and Newt treaded along the path. Each of your steps sank down until the snow was nearly to your knees, making every few steps quite arduous work. Newt came up with the brilliant idea to magic the both of you a pair of snowshoes, and from then on the going was far easier.

The two of you were chatting about your semesters, your midterm exams, and your plans after Hogwarts when you reached the hilltop that led down into Hogsmeade village. It looked like a Christmas town, with slanted rooftops layered with snow, light gray smoke trailing from chimneys, and sparkling green-and-red lights along the storefronts. You even spotted a few decorated Christmas trees in windows and in front of squat buildings.

By then the cold had seeped back into your bones and left you shivering to your core. Newt, dressed similar to you, was clenching his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. Nothing in the world seemed more appealing right then than to huddle up in one of the Hogsmeade pubs next to a fireplace, preferably with a cup of something hot. But an idea had crept into your mind.

“What’s that?” you gasped.

Newt furrowed his brow, searching the scene below. “What?”

“That, down there.”

“The village?”

“No, to the left of it.”

You stepped backward as he stepped forward to see. “The forest?”

“Next to the forest.”

“I’m not sure I understand-”

Newt was cut off as a huge, crude snowball hit him clean in the back with a splat! He jumped, whirling around questioningly, one hand already on his wand. Then he saw your impish grin.

“Does this mean war?” he asked rather timidly.

You scooped up more snow and rolled it into a ball. “This means war.”

Newt dove as you aimed the next snowball at him. He gathered one and took aim at you, though his force was poor. The snowball came just short of your feet.

“Afraid to hit a girl, Scamander?” you teased. “I’m sure Teddy could throw harder than that.”

“I’m only afraid it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me,” he said as another of your artillery smacked him on the shoulder.

“This should be an easy win then!”

The two of you ran down the hill, peppering each other with snowballs, dodging and rolling in the snow, the sound of your laughter sweetening the lonely night air. The ice was numbing your fingers and your sides were aching with exertion, but you didn’t care. You hadn’t had this kind of fun in a long time.

You darted to a nearby tree to restock when a cluster of snow larger than your head exploded upon the side of your face. You looked up, mouth open, and stared in disbelief at the Hufflepuff.

“Sorry!” Newt said quickly, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-I didn’t realize-”

He was cut off as you whipped out your wand and, grinning from ear to ear, lifted a mountain of snow into the air above his head. With a flick you let it drop, effectively drowning him from head to toe in a small avalanche.

He burst from the little mountain, sputtering and shaking snow out of his eyes. “You cheated,” he gasped. “Magic.”

“Whoever said there were any rules?”

You granted him a moment to pull himself out of the snow and get back on his feet. He gave you a playfully hesitant look. In the next moment, his wand was in his hand and a fleet of snowballs were soaring towards you.

You retaliated to match, sending torrents to meet him and diverting his attacks. He’d finally begun to give the competition you were looking for.

You slipped as he used magic to shift the snow beneath your feet, seeing that he was rolling a snowball large enough to cloak the forest. While he was distracted, you caused a ball to hit him in the back of the head, impeding his focus. In one fell swoop, you made a gust of wind knock him to his knees and destroyed the giant snowball before it could approach you. You waved your wand vivaciously and tiny snowballs about the size of chocolate frogs ambushed him from all sides.

Newt struggled beneath the attack, but he was unable to gather his wits in the firefight. At last he shouted, “You win! You win! I surrender!”

With a swish the ambush ceased. You strode toward him, tossing your scarf over your shoulder in victory. “I win for the second time tonight, Scamander. You’re off your game.”

Newt looked like he was trying not to smile. “Consider it Christmas spirit. I’m feeling gracious.”

You reached out and dusted some of the snow from his hair. “Perhaps. Or perhaps that’s just an excuse.”

“Perhaps.” His voice turned quiet. You were suddenly aware of how close you two were.

“Well, as the winner, I should get some kind of prize, don’t you think?” you said.

He’d been staring at the ground, avoiding prolonged eye contact as he usually did, but now his gaze snapped up to meet yours. “Yes. I suppose so.”

Your heart had begun to thump erratically and you weren’t exactly sure why. It cut through your puckish bravado, stilling your thoughts and making them run wild all at once. He was close enough that you could smell the comforting scent of the fire sunk into his cloak and see the remains of snow still stuck to his eyelashes.

Newt wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore. He was looking at your lips.

He’s my friend, you thought. He had been for years. But if he was simply that, why were you suddenly feeling this way?

Your head leaned closer to him ever so infinitesimally. His did the same, as if compelled by some external power. Perhaps it was the magic in the air or even the spirit of Christmas, but you didn’t allow yourself to think about what you did next.

You took him by the scarf and kissed him.

You felt a flicker of surprise go through his body, and if you were being honest, you were surprised too. But in the next moment his stiffness melted away and he sank deeper into the kiss. One of his hands came up to cup your face ever so delicately as if you were a dream made of snow that would swirl away in an instant.

It seemed that you two stood there for hours, yet once you pulled away it felt that less than seconds had passed. You and Newt appeared to be locked in place by each other’s gaze, breaths coming short in little white clouds. He was blushing so profoundly that his cheeks were almost as red as his hair. He took a shaky breath and leaned forward again, and you could sense the insatiable desire that had now awoken within him, how one kiss seemed to open doors to a million thoughts and longings the both of you had stored so deeply within that you hadn’t ever acknowledged it.

Your lips had barely met for the second time when something furry barged its way in front of your face. Both you and Newt stumbled back, startled. Then you erupted into laughter.

“A jealous one, are you?” you snatched Teddy from where he’d run atop your head and poked him in the side. He warbled indignantly.

Chuckling, you looked back up at Newt. A grin was plastered on his face that was so broad you truly believed it had the capacity to light a shooting star.

You stepped closer to him and set Teddy on his shoulder, wrapping the Niffler up in Newt’s scarf. Your fingers lingered on his chest for a moment before you turned your eyes to the ground, feeling heat sweep your cheeks.

“That was a pretty good reward,” you said bashfully.

“You should win more often,” mumbled Newt. You two would have probably stood there smiling at the ground like idiots for the rest of the night if Teddy hadn’t released a chirp of impatience.

“He must be cold,” Newt bundled the Niffler underneath his cloak.

“To the village?” you suggested.

“To the village,” he agreed.

You two set off on the path you’d been on before, and even though it had to be nearly midnight by now, the moon and stars seemed to shine brighter, and the Christmas lights decorating Hogsmeade Village twinkled with greater joy. As you walked, you felt Newt’s hand brush yours. You slid your fingers into his and the connection sent pleasant shivers up your arm.

You came upon a homely pub with a sign out front that read THREE BROOMSTICKS INN. Newt held the door open for you and the delicious scent of peppermint eggnog and baked frosted pastries wafted out to the street.

Despite how quiet the street had been, the pub was bursting with customers, all huddled in groups or pairs, all sipping some heavenly hot beverage that warmed your stomach by its very smell. Deep-bellied laughter echoed off the wooden beams of the arched roof. A cozy fire crackled in the great hearth.

You ordered two hot butterbeers and sat on the floor in front of the fire. Newt sat next to you, and as soon as he did Teddy scampered out of his scarf and into your lap.

“Traitor,” Newt whispered, but his voice was so innocent it made you grin.

The butterbeers came round and you wanted to bathe yourself in its warmth. As the two of you took blessedly long sips, you sighed and rested your head on Newt’s shoulder. Earlier tonight, you had been sitting and staring at a similar fire, thinking about how you’d be alone on Christmas Eve. And while all your friends and house mates would be surrounded by family tomorrow morning, opening their gifts, you knew that you had gotten the best gift of all.

“Thank you, Newt,” you murmured.

He blinked. “For what?”

“For being you,” you said. “For being here when no one else was.”

He was quiet for a long time. Eventually he said, “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Newt.”

The two of you sat by the fire so long that you had nearly drifted to sleep on his shoulder. The other customers were singing carols and clinking glasses, and in that moment, you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

The next thing you knew, Newt was gently nudging you awake. You looked up, rubbing sleep from your eyes, at a bundled, slim young man with a head of dark hair covered by a winter hat. Perhaps you were just incredibly sleepy, but he had a striking resemblance to Newt.

He knelt to get on your level. “What am I going to do with you, Newt?” He ruffled Newt’s hair. “Missed the train? Really?”

Newt just smiled. “You came back for me?”

“I can’t very well leave you here for Christmas, can I?” The young man turned his eyes to you. “I’m Theseus. Newt’s brother.”

“(Y/N),” you said.

Theseus looked between you and Newt, a sly grin creeping up his face. “Would you like to come with us?” he asked.

“Come with you? Where?”

“Home,” Theseus said simply.

You glanced at Newt. He was staring at your lips again. He looked up to meet your eyes. “Please,” he said quietly.

You thought you might melt into a frosty puddle right there on the floor. “I would love that. Very much.”

“Alright then.” Theseus offered you a hand and pulled you to your feet. He patted his brother’s shoulder. “Left in Hogwarts on Christmas. Just like my brother. Shall we?”

You slung your arm around Newt’s. “We shall.”

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#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x reader one shot #newt scamander x reader fluff #newt scamander christmas #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawft #newt scamander fluff #reader insert #theseus scamander

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monsterblogging · 7 months ago

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Fuck JKR: How To Create A Harry Potter-Esque Aesthetic Without Any Harry Potter In It

So I saw a few posts from people mentioning that a reason people might be into Harry Potter is because of the aesthetic or atmosphere, and ya know what? I can't even argue that, because if there's one thing about HP, it's that it Sure Does Have Aesthetic And Atmosphere.

So! I'm gonna tell you how to STEAL ITS LOOK! Because:

JK Rowling considers ANY support of her work to be support of her politics.

Fan content/fan merch is still free advertisement for Rowling's work. YOU might not choose to give her money, but you can't be sure you won't pull people into the fandom who will.

Everyone should create more things that aren't tied to corporate-owned IP, period.

So. Most things in these films have an aged, antique look. You'll see a lot of brown hues, both on sets and on people's clothes. There's a lot of near-blacks (especially charcoals and walnuts) and lighter grays on the sets, especially from the third film onwards. (Wood is more often than not stained dark, while lighter hues are often provided by bricks or plaster.) The last two films use a lot of stormy blues and grays. Prisoner of Azkaban also emphasizes contrast between tones, which heightens a sense of texture. True black also appears throughout the films, such as on students' uniforms and many Death Eaters' outfits, and on the chairs in Malfoy Manor. White appears occasionally, especially on Hedwig, students' shirts, or during winter scenes, but pure white isn't otherwise really common. Paper or parchment is usually warm beige. There's also a lot of silver, gold, and brass, often appearing on things like dishware, tools, trinkets, Christmas baubles, and so forth. Bronze also comes up occasionally.

Reds, yellows, blues, and greens are pretty common throughout the films, even outside of Hogwarts, though you'll see just about every color somewhere. For example, orange is often found around the Weasleys, and orange, maroon, and purple feature in the divination classroom. Teal features prominently in Grimmauld Place (contrasted with saffron yellows).

Most colors aren't really super bright; a lot of the time they look a little faded, or like they're colored with natural dyes. If you use medieval illustrations to source your colors, or aim for earth tones and jewel tones, you'll be about right for a lot of what you see in the films. Bright colors are pretty rare; some of the brights we do see are in Honeydukes, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, and certain magical effects, such as Floo fire.

A lot of light is provided by candles, torches, or fireplaces, which cast a warm yellow/orange light. Moonlight is represented by blue light in the first and second films. Blue light is also used for the Goblet of Fire and the penseive.

Another thing you gotta have in there is clutter. It should look kinda antique and give off a kind of magical or mystical atmosphere. Think books, storage jars, orreries, crystal balls, old lamps, antique clocks, vintage glassware, antique mirrors, old teapots, and little metal trinkets. (If you're trying to decorate a physical room, your stuff doesn't have to actually be antique, of course; antique-styled is fine.)

Texture is also very important, which can be represented with full or top grain leather book covers, stone walls, dents and scratches, cracks, embellishments, and embossing. Additionally, all damage and wear gives a sense of oldness to things. Stains and variegated colors also add interest. (If you're decorating a physical space, you might look into aging/distressing/antiquing techniques.)

If you want a space to look cozy, you don't really want bare or blank walls. Shelves, paintings, tapestries, and wallpaper can all help with that. Again, use brown, rather than black. Warm, yellow lighting will also help. If you lean toward blacks and cool lighting, you're going to have a colder-looking space.

Fashion in the wizarding world is extremely all over the place, ranging from stereotypical fantasy witch and wizard clothing, to pretty normal vintage clothing, to some wacky vintage-inspired looks, to the kind of fashion that would be put under the cozycore umbrella, to ordinary modern clothing. One thing that's absent is subculture fashion as we know it. (Bellatrix Lestrange does look kinda goth, but it's less a subculture thing, and more a "yeah we're putting our bad guys in fancy black stuff" thing.)

If you're trying to lean into the whole quirky/eccentric/old-fashioned kinda thing, you'll want to pass over the more modern and obviously synthetic type stuff. Also, patterns, textured fabrics, knits, mixed colors, lace, and other embellishments can add interest to outfits.

Architecture is also all over the place. Hogwarts is pretty medieval, while places like Diagon Alley give more Victorian vibe. The main thing is looking old fashioned and quaint.

To try and summarize all of that:

Browns. Lots and lots and lots of browns. Blacks and grays, too. Contrast between light and dark browns and blacks/grays.

More beige and gray than pure white; more charcoal gray and dark walnut brown than true black.

Among other colors, mostly earth tones and jewel tones. Very limited brights.

Polished metal and glass also add shininess.

Old-fashioned. Vintage. Antique.

Clutter, texture, patterns, variegation. Minimalist/clean aesthetic avoided.

Aged and distressed.

Lighting often yellow/orange due to coming from fire. Blue/teal light often coming from moonlight and certain magical light sources.

Now, here are some things we actually don't see. I'm not mentioning them to discourage you from using them if they're what you really want, but to inform you about them so you can consider whether they might throw off the vibe for you:

Green/purple/black combos.

Purple/silver/black combos. Pink/purple/teal combos.

Pink/black combos.

Orange/black combos.

Green/orange/purple combos.

Red/black combos.

Basically a lot of combos commonly associated with Halloween, witches, or vampires.

Big raw crystals. We see crystal balls now and then, but that's it.

Other natural items used as decorations - feathers, pinecones, sticks, etc. The one exception I can think of are the shells embedded in the walls of Shell Cottage.

Crushed velvet. Lots of fantasy uses this, HP films don't.

If you need inspiration, go look up medieval and renaissance diagrams and illustrations of stuff like the four elements, the zodiac, the solar system, and all that. Go look up alchemical symbols and emblems. Search up pre-WWII vintage ephemera. Go look up Victorian clipart. Look up stuff like botanical, zoological, and astronomical books and art from the 17th-19th centuries. Look up vintage wallpaper and fabric patterns. Look at vintage-style crafts. Research period architecture and fashion. Research European heraldry.

If you're wondering what exactly you're going to design around without Hogwarts and the Four Houses, here are some suggestions:

The four classical elements (earth, air, fire, and water)

The four seasons

Card suits - Tarot, French, whatever you want

Holidays - Halloween, Christmas, whatever

Fairy tales

Flowers

Mythical creatures

Bugs

Birds

Any other animals you like

Ecosystems

Your own original worldbuilding

So yeah, there ya go. You don't need to keep participating in HP to indulge in the aesthetic.

[NOTICE: Anybody who clowns on this post by making this about them and their childhood, patting themselves on the back about their chosen means of "ethical" participation, praising the fandom, or adding any other form of irrelevant bullshit is getting blocked. Also, I don't want to hear about PJO or Earthsea again for the millionth time, either.]

#harry potter #anti harry potter #anti jkr #aesthetic #aesthetics #art #worldbuilding

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oddballwriter · 9 months ago

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Moon Boys as Subject Teachers

Warnings: None that I know of

Author’s Snip: This was inspired by @ominoose's post for Oscar Issac characters as school subjects teachers so shoutout to them for the inspo.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant - History & English/Literature

A bit of an obvious choice but there's a reason

Steven 100% is a favorite amongst the students

He actually makes learning history and reading fun for them because he talks so enthusiastically about everything in each unit and finds ways to let the kids engage in what's happening

He tries his best to personalize the lessons with either making a worksheet for it to help the kids take in the knowledge or make a slide show for demonstration and visualizing what's being said

His slideshows are actually very iconic because he makes sure they look nice so that the kids will pay attention to them. He has an occasional outdated meme but you know what he's trying and the kids know that

Steven's classroom is also very decorated with both posters that he bought or ones made by students (matter of fact poster making is an extra credit thing if you need it)

He's very attentive to his students and believes that it's crucial for teaching. If a student is struggling then he gladly helps them and works on finding a way to help them learn the lessons in their own way, and if they need to spend some time after school then he'd be happy to stay and see what they need

Steven hates having to be strict and disciplinary but if he needs to then he will.

If a kid misses an assignment's deadline it's okay as long as they give him a heads-up and they turn it in before a unit is done or something. But if someone is actively not doing their homework or assigned work then he will have a talk with them and give them detention if need be and make them do that work

As for troublemakers who disrupt the class he does the whole politely telling them to quiet down or stop, to telling them more sternly, to standing outside till he tells them to come back in, and then the final strike is sending them to the office

On a lighter note, Steven is definitely the kind of teacher to let students eat in his classroom during lunch as long as they don't make a mess and clean after themselves and actually uses that to get to know the kids outside of the lessons

I firmly believe that Steven has talked to the school about creating a book club of some kind so that kids can be in an environment that treats reading as an activity you can do rather than something you NEED to do and sort of does the same with his literature and english students

For example, my senior year English teacher had us do fifteen minute reading time at the beginning of class each day with a book we checked out at the library. I feel like he'd do something like that

But anyway, yeah, he's definitely petitioned to have a book club or some other club similar to that

Marc Spector - Math

I actually see him being more of a student counselor but I just get this weird sense that if I had to pick a subject that he would teach then I'd say math like algebra, calculus, and geometry, for some reason

I don't know he just seems like he's good at math and would be fine with teaching it

His class, despite being a math class, isn't so bad.

Marc's one of those chill teachers who teaches what he needs to and lets the students do their own thing so long as it's not causing any trouble

The first half of class is him teaching the students a new formula, how to do it, how it applies to the world and stuff and then he writes some equations on the board for the students to solve on their own on a piece of paper that they give to him at the end of class just to confirm that they were listening

He's not an easy A exactly. He is when you actually try and listen though

Marc hardly has rules to be honest, they're basic as hell. His class rules are just "Pay attention, do your classwork and homework, yes you are allowed to use a calculator if you need/want to, yes they are allowed on tests, show your work on the sheet or a piece of paper as long as you write your name on it and staple it to the worksheet, don't cheat on your tests, and don't disrupt the class"

He's also very lenient on things. You can listen to music while you work so long as he isn't actively teaching. You can chew gum so long as you aren't chewing or blowing it loudly and sticking it on the desks. You can freely talk to your friends and classmates as long as you aren't bugging them, being loud, or doing it while he is teaching.

Due to the free talking he knows all the gossip around school simply because the kids will be talking about it while they work

He says he doesn't care/isn't into gossip but he secretly moves the kids who gossip toward his desk so that he can hear it while he works at his desk when he changes up the seating chart every once in a while

On top of that he gets to know his students because he will walk around the classroom to stretch his legs and will start small talk with the kids that sometimes leads to full conversations

Marc is very no-nonsense or slacking off though. If a kid is not doing their work then he tells them to start doing it or else they'll need to do it at home along with their homework if they don't get it done at the end of class. As for troublemakers, he just sends them out or to the office since he's learned that more want the attention

Jake Lockley - PE

I know a lot of people say that Jake would be a Spanish/foreign language teacher, and I can see that, but to me, this man gives off PE teacher energy (in a good way)

Jake is sort of the tough love kind of PE teacher that still makes the kids do the activities but he's not cruel

He also doesn't just stand there. If he can he will do the exercises with the kids so that they don't try and be a smart ass with him. He will run the mile with the kids but stays behind so that no one can walk it while he's not looking. It also helps boost the confidence of the kids who don't run as fast and fall behind by being there and praising them for keeping it going

"You're going great. It's about being active not pushing yourself."

If a student feels sick or is on their period and having cramps he'll ask how bad it is and depending on how severe it is he'll let them sit out on that day if it's bad or walk a few laps around the track if they can. "Just as long as you're doing something, okay?"

He's not an idiot though. If they use the sick or period card too many times and it doesn't add up then he calls them out and tells them to do the activity

"Matter of fact, do double because you think I'm stupid."

Jake also isn't oblivious to the fact that he's "the hot teacher" that the female teachers and students blush and giggle at. Of course, he doesn't do anything about either because it's unprofessional and one is a literal crime

But he's not dumb. He knows that some teachers check him out while he's running and exercising with the kids outside

Jake is a part of after-school/extracurricular programs too.

He's definitely a coach for one of the school's sports teams, he finds it to be a great way to give kids something to do after school instead of running around and possibly causing trouble. Jake also likes seeing the kids who've got something going for them and encourages them to do something with it

He also loves seeing all the other clubs and extracurriculars too and is so supportive.

Cheer and dance team going to a competition? Knock 'em dead!

Theatre doing a production? He's buying a ticket and encourages his students and players to go if they can.

Speech and Debate off to a tournament? The other schools have no idea what's coming.

He's sending his love to all of them

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (I forgot to add this, also my applications are open just ask lol)

#moon knight #moonknight #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight headcanons

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hauntedwizardmoment · 3 months ago

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GOOD EVENING. STARBREAKER!! this is so silly because I can't stop thinking about jace influencer au, but I did just get hit with a Vision of, like, a world where that AU is true but also the Plan is still happening. so as he gets pulled more into it (knowingly or unknowingly) jace's online presence/instagram/youtube channels or w/e slowwwwwly starts to devolve from poppy pretty sponsored idealized glamorized aestheticized content into a straight-up found-footage horror story.

CHRISTTTTTT.

like okay bear with me. a shift away from regular influencer au. jace is one of those teacher influencers. his normal content is like, stuff like this. it's fairly harmless, kind of corny, mildly funny. and as he gets a bigger following he starts doing more intimate/personal content. outfit of the day/day in the life, weekend vlogs (shopping spree in bastion city! massive spell component haul!), and crucially. talking about his relationship! his partner is his coworker, they met at work! they teach a party cohesion elective together and they co-advise the wild magic barbarians! it's sooooo cute, right?

and then porter starts appearing on camera and at first it seems super sweet, he's very gruff and not very camera-trained but he seems to really care for jace. but something like... changes. sometime in between jace's annual traditions of "halloween crafts week/decorate my classroom with me" videos and his "moonar yulenear break daily vlogs" people notice that like. jace seems a little more tired. more brittle. like he's always been performing but now it seems like every single smile is forced and fake.

sometime in the summer jace does a video addressing the comments and passes it off as burnout, he's had a difficult year because of the whole kalvaxus situation on top of some... personal issues. and his audience is like oh okay that explains it. but the tone keeps getting darker. jace posts fewer and fewer videos, his schedule goes from 3-4x weekly uploads to maybe one video every couple of weeks. slowly goes silent on all his other accounts. when he does make a video it's almost always with porter, and the way porter always has his arm around jace seems less "proud boyfriend" and more "possessive creep that's trying to keep jace from saying the wrong thing and exposing... something"

there's a conspiracy that it's all an ARG because of a bunch of "clues" in the background of jace's videos - including a jar of devil's honey on a kitchen counter that when pointed out leads to jace deleting the video entirely. this only adds fuel to the fire because what could he be hiding??

jace starts slipping up sometimes, letting on that porter's maybe. making him do something that he doesnt want to be doing. this is interspersed with strange, quasi-religious, creepy shit from porter during their vlogs. these are quickly deleted/edited out. but his audience is Concerned.

at some point. jace posts one last video called "Goodbye!" and it's a farewell to content creation as a whole for him. it's recorded in his classroom, porter's absent, jace seems almost like his old self again, he's smiling, and the sky behind him is bright red. if you look closely there are wisps of smoke visible. the tone and words are so fucking off, he's talking about seeing everyone in the "next life, a better life" if "everything goes as expected"

cue ragenarok, and cue reports that "aguefort sorcery teacher and influencer jace stardiamond was linked to a plot to create a new god of war"

#asks #jadeandquartzes #starbreaker

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yyawnjun · 1 year ago

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LOVE GUIDE(SAY YES) chap2

You wake up at 7 a.m. to the sound of your alarm clock, going to get ready for your first class at 9 a.m.

You quickly ate breakfast before preparing to leave. And you were still sleepy when you put on your headphones and shut the door to your apartment.

The blue sky was cloudless, and the sun warmed your skin slightly. A gentle breeze blew over your hair, and the music in your ears seemed to magnify the good sentiments caused by everything around you. Although it was a Tuesday morning a smile decorated your face and warmed your heart.

You entered the classroom a few minutes early and instantly noticed Dk, your desk mate, who was handing you a white bag with two cupcakes inside while his head was still lying on the desk. As you walked to your seat with the gift in your hands, your smile brightened even further, and you thanked him with a simple pat on the head.

The professor entered the classroom while you were still delighting in the things that had cheered you up that morning, and all the students fell silent.

"Good morning, everyone. As you already know there will be a collaboration with another class today. The class of your own year of Stylists." At those words, your eyes lit up as Yunjin-one of your closest friends in that class.

"Every student in the Fashion class will work in pairs with a Stylist," and your tension continued to rise.

"The teachers have already chosen the partners.

-You can see your project partners on display boards outside this classroom.

-The entire project will be completed in one month.

- The student designer will be required to create three sketches, one per week. The sketches will be produced by outside assistants.

- The duo will choose the theme, which must be approved by the teachers.

- The fashion show will be evaluated and held at the end of the 30 days.

- The grade will count for half of the overall grade.

Be creative, and good luck."

The thousand pieces of information began to run through your head uncontrollably. The professor kept talking, saying how some classes would be suspended and how it was not possible to change partners…

As soon as the hour was over all the students jumped out of the classroom, curious as to what their partner would be.

Soon after the long crowd had dispersed, and many students had gone on to their next classes.

With your heart in your throat, you got up, and after waking up Dk who was still sleeping blissfully you moved toward the board with your heart in your throat.

"…Huh Yun-jin," said Dk reading from the board as he yawned and crinkled his eyes.

"I KNEW IT! I knew I would end up with Yunjin! Today is definitely my day!!" you exclaimed happily ready to run to your friend.

"I don't know how to tell you this…but they paired me with her," and with just those words your gaze changed completely.

If Dk was with Yunjin. Who are you paired with?

You moved quickly to check the list and scrolled through all 38 names until you found yours. Connected to it was a name-and that was: Kwon Soon-young.

"Kwon Soon-young…" you uttered in a low voice as you were intent on reading his name. Your tone appeared almost like a whisper, a faint call, a manifestation?….

Kwon Soon-young at that very moment felt shiver; "someone is talking about me," he thought as he walked toward the classroom whose lesson began 10:30 a.m...

chap1 // chap3 ; mlist

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summary: It is clear to everyone that Kwon Soon-young has a huge crush on the model student Yn. But can Hoshi, a passionate and funny stylist make her fall in love in just a month? What if he followed a weird LOVE GUIDE, that he found in the school bathroom?

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taglist(10/50): @alsktudy @kissesfrmwonwoo @marsstarxhwa @haohyo @wonwooz1 @wonwoos-wineparty @mhlsymlysn @nishloves @punkhazardlaw @manooffline

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bloofinntoona · 2 years ago

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Hii I hope you’re doing well!! I binged read all your Sebastian Sallow fics and they’re some of my favorites 😭💜 I was wondering if you could write something with a modern Sebastian x f!reader where Gildroy Lockhart is the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and reader is swooning over him in class like everyone else and Sebastian is just ‘what does she see in this idiot’ >:( If that’s not enough to write something with, totally disregard this. Thank you!! 💖

so sorry for the super late reply! i had the story in mind for a while, but i just haven't had the chance to post it. enjoy a jealous sebastian sallow fic ;)

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"Let me introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," the ginger-haired man clad in a golden cloak descended the stairs, flashing his pearly whites, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five times winner of Witch Weekly Charming Smiles."

Sebastian Sallow swore if he rolled his eyes harder, they would most definitely pop off from his face. The sound of students swooning echoed across the room, while several students, including Sebastian, physically cringed at the pompous wizard. Defense Against the Dark Arts was his favorite subject, but this particular teacher had absolutely destroyed his will to study for the rest of the year already. The walls that were decorated with different moving photographs and paintings of dangerous creatures now adorned with Lockhart's faces, paintings of the man sitting, standing, and some questionable positions. As Lockhart kept on rambling about his sterling background, Sebastian leaned in to you, ready to whisper a funny insult about the new teacher. Yet to his horror, you saw your eyes locked into the man, mouth agape as you craddle your face in your hands. You let out a small giggle when Lockhart made a stupid joke about some dangerous group of dark wizard that he defeated a while back. Sebastian widened his eyes and retracted his body, letting out a low groan. Surely this is a dream, right? Sebastian thought, Y/N would never fall for this clown.

The Slytherin student lightly slapped his own cheek, prompting the whole class to stare at the boy. "Ah!" Lockhart exclaimed, brows furrowing as he scanned the scroll listing the names of sixth-year students, "Sebastian Swallow, is it?"

Sebastian felt his brows twitched, "It's Sallow, sir." he muttered in annoyance. He heard a chuckle from his side, red tint quickly spread across his freckled face. Being humiliated in front of the class, and the girl that he has been crushing were definitely not on Sebastian's to-do list that day.

"Mr. Sallow, would you like to show the class how to properly duel using the Depulso charm?"

"I don't mind that." Sebastian shrugged. At least he could salvage whatever dignity he had left, knowing well that he excelled in dueling.

As the students stood up to clear the classroom, Sebastian felt a gentle tug on his robe. You flashed the boy a huge smile and a thumb up, "Good luck, I know you can do it!"

Just with that, butterflies flew all over Sebastian's stomach, and he felt his heart was going to explode. He walked over to the long blue carpet, positioning himself in the opposite position from the teacher. With a swish of Lockhart's wand, the floor lifted up. Lockhart fired the first attack, red lights flew from his wand. "Protego!" Sebastian casted, creating a blue barrier that deflected the teacher's casts. "Depulso!" Sebastian replied, pushing Lockhart back. "Ah, I found a talent, but not as good as I!" Lockhart arrogantly claimed, "Shall we continue?"

At this point, you could see visible veins popping on Sebastian's temple. "Confringo!" Fire erupted from his wand, accidentally burning a small patch of Lockhart's blindingly golden cloak. The whole class erupted in a collective gasp as Lockhart frantically cast Glacius to extinguish the fire, leaving a smokey hole in the cloth. "Not too worry, class, a simple spell will fix this," The teacher grinned again, annoyance prevailing in his voice, "Mr. Sallow, that is a dangerous spell and should not be practiced in the school grounds. I'm reducing ten points from Slytherin and detention after classes today. Class dismissed!"

A bunch of students crowded Lockhart, questioning if the man was alright - a few students even shot Sebastian a disgusted look, which the brunette replied with a shrug. Gentle footsteps approached Sebastian, "Are you alright?" you asked, "That was eventful."

"Yes, and I think he deserved to be knocked down a peg or two."

"Well, I don't think he deserved to be burned, Sebastian," you sighed, "now we can't go to Hogsmead after classes..."

Sebastian mentally facepalmed, totally forgetting that he had promised to accompany you to get a book for Potions class, "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll promise we'll go tomorrow?"

You tapped your chin, pretending to think about the offer before nodding, "Deal. But you owe me a pumpkin pasty."

"Deal."

Detention was as boring as it could be. Seated between four other students, one of them being Garreth Weasley, who apparently created a massive stink bomb in Snape's Potions class. The Gryffindor boy gestured the red mark on his nape, mouthing about how Professor Snape hit him with a book in the very spot. Sebastian snorted before diving back into his essay, a 1,500-word essay about the dangers of fire-based spells.

It took Sebastian about two hours to finish the task. He quickly handed the poorly-written essay to Lockhart, who took the parchment as the two exchanged forced smiles.

As Sebastian opened the door to the hallway, he was taken aback to see a familiar figure, "Y/N..." he called your name, face red as ever, "What are you doing here?"

You shuffled closer to him, offering him your sling bag. "I sneaked some sandwiches for you. 'Bet you're starving for missing dinner."

"I'm not-" A faint sound of rumbling could be heard from the boy's stomach, "thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Tell me why you almost murdered Lockhart earlier?"

Sebastian sighed, his voice low, almost inaudible, "He just annoys me! I don't get what people see in him, he's pompous, proud, and barely teaches any knowledge about the dark arts!" he looked away, "... and I don't like the way you look at him."

Your face turned bright red, matching Sebastian's. You erupted in laughter, "Sebastian, I just find him funny." your legs shifted as you looked away in embarrassment, "Plus, I'm here waiting for you anyway, not him."

You felt Sebastian's arms wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in a tight hug, burying his face by the back of your neck. You both stayed still, enjoying each other's warmth. You tiptoed and whispered into his ear, "Jealous, much?"

Sebastian's warm breath tickled your cheek as he let out a breathy chuckle, "I'm sorry." His face was just inches away from yours, deep brown eyes gazed on your lips. As you both were slowly closing the gap in between, the classroom door abruptly opened, prompting the two students to break apart.

"For the sake of Merlin's saggy balls, you two better get a room!" Garreth Weasly grimaced as he walked past, shooting a meaningful wink at Sebastian.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!reader #sebastian #hl #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfic #hehehe i lub jealous bois

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bloomingonionbitch · 1 year ago

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(i'm going to blaze this post because teachers report to campus in 22 days and students return after we have five days of PD and prep).

Regardless of age, grade, subject, etc. would y'all mind sharing your perspectives on classroom environments and design?

I started at my current campus in February after the school cycled through three other teachers, and the room I inherited was mostly full of garbage (not hyperbole or sarcasm). I very much believe in co-creating spaces with students, but my prep period is at the tail-end of the day and once school starts it's like being launched on Disney's Hollywood Studios' "Rockin' Rollercoaster," except the ride lasts 180 days and there's no continuous soundtrack.

There also is a dominant teacher aesthetic that ranges from chevron everything to pastel bohemian to various interpretations of rainbow - it's great if you like that! But it can become expensive (purchasing materials or printing out decoration files online) or just straight up overwhelming.

Think back to your time in school - what made certain classrooms more inviting or easier to learn/focus in? Things to consider:

- Colors and patterns used in dècor

- Seating arrangements and options

- What was on the walls? Educational or inspirational content? Student work? Nothing at all? Your teacher's quirky obsession?

- What was your favorite room in school? Your least favorite? Why?

- Did the decorations or theme change throughout the year or stay the same?

- What do you wish you had in your classrooms growing up that you've come to appreciate or need now?

For context, I teach middle school media studies, which include journalism, yearbook, and a literary magazine. Class sizes of 20+. I teach in the desert and oh! My room doesn't have any windows!

***I can write grants and thrift, but I can't afford Loop earplugs for every kid, etc. Also - fire code (I know some folks really love the sky covers for fluorescent lights, but they're a fire hazard)!

#i will compensate you for your generous input by helping you or your children with high school or AP English courses #i just don't want to be hot gluing stuff on the walls during passing period #thank you for your patience and consideration and time!#(are any other teachers on a year-round schedule and already expected to submit lesson plans or is it just me???)#i know a poll could be more efficient but i hate anticipating response options and i always think of new ones after posting

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insanitybl00m · 6 months ago

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Heaven’s Not Close in a Place Like This

Chapter Two - Eggs and Secrets

Phil walked all the way down the hall to the only gender neutral bathroom on campus. He shut the door and locked it. Of course he was partnered with one of Bad’s new friends. He just needed to get through the stupid project.

Bad knew how to push his buttons and he had gotten himself much more involved than he intended to in this project.

Phil eyed his reflection in the mirror and quickly pulled out eyeliner out of his pocket. He fixed the smudged wing before heading back to the classroom.

“Missa the egg doesn’t have to have hair.”

“But she looks adorable with it!” Phil sat back in his seat.

Missa was cradling the one they had dubbed ‘Lullah’. He gave her black curls made out of pipecleaners and was in the process of trying to make a little flower.

“She looks cute.”

“See!” Bad rolled his eyes and went back to working on what looked like… a top hat?

“I thought that since you liked sketching and since I like music that she’d be creative. She plays music and can draw cute things!”

“Cool.” Missa brushed his blue bangs out of his eyes.

“For Chayanne I was thinking a chef, and maybe a little warrior because well…” he laughed and lowered his voice. “Anyone who fights Bad and only ends up with a black eye has got to be strong.”

Phil laughed. That black eye hurt like hell and he was grounded for weeks for getting into a fight.

“Sure.”

Missa wrote down the notes before trying to create the tiny flower for Lullah’s hair.

“Maybe she should have a purple hat.” Phil took some purple air dry clay and started to mold it into a small ball.

“Yes! And Chayanne can have um…” Missa paused for a second. He pulled out his phone and started going through his camera roll. “Something like this!”

He showed Phil a picture of hand warmers with a pattern of little ducks in bright yellow.

“Oh! That’s cool, I’ll finish making her hat then we can figure out how to incorporate that.”

The two worked in an almost comforting silence. Maybe working with Missa wouldn’t be terrible. Maybe he wouldn’t be like the rest of soulfire. He wasn’t like bad.

“So how do you want to do Chayanne’s design?” Phil asked.

“Well ducks have a beak we could do a thing where it’s almost like his beak is poking through the shell?” Missa suggested.

“Hmm, oh what about a little duck floatie. Like the ones kids wear to help them swim.”

“That’s better, this way he can have wings and a little tail!”

Phil’s eyes shone slightly. “I’ll do the little head of the floatie if you want to do the actual ring.”

“Yeah that should work.” Phil grabbed the yellow air-dry clay and started working. Missa noticed how well his makeup was done. He couldn’t do elaborate eyeliner and he often just blended his messy mistakes into the final look.

With Phil on the other hand though it looked like any blended bits were intentional. Thick wings emphasized the almond shape of Phil’s eyes.

Missa’s mind was wandering but that was normal. He often had his music playing in the background to block out the random thoughts that filled his brain but it would be rude to start playing music while he was trying to be friendly with Phil.

“Does this look good?” Phil held up the little head of the duck.

“Great! Let me just add the tail and we can put it on him.”

Phil opened his notebook as Missa finished decorating the egg. “So you know the general concept of the project right?”

“Yeah, a partnership raising eggs.”

“We have to do tasks with them, three times a week.”

“The assignment list is posted online.” Missa opened his phone but turned it off when Phil kept talking.

“We’re also meant to have a little journal of how we work together as partners,”

“Yeah, how do you want to do that?”

“I have a few extra notebooks in my locker. I can make it look good.”

Missa paused. “Ok so we need to do the tasks together.” He reviewed the assignment.

“Three days a week, yep. I have to work certain days but I can figure out how to get the schedule to work.”

“I’m free most of the week.”

“Cool, I’ll make sure to message you. Do you want to take care of the eggs until we meet up or should I do it?”

“Whatever works better for you!”

Phil paused. “I’ll take them, that way if I can’t meet up for a bit because of work you won’t have to be stuck with two eggs.”

“It’s really not an issue—“

The bell rang, cutting Missa off. “I’ve got it!” Phil said, placing the eggs in the small cushioned box they had gotten. “I’ll message you if I can meet up, we’ll make plans later.”

“Do you two know each other?” Bad glared at Missa.

“No. He’s the leader of Bolas. That’s how I know him. He’s the leader of our enemies.”

“Bad do we really have to be rival groups? They seem nice.”

“They’re a bunch of backstabbers, don’t trust him Missa.”

“I kind of have to trust him for the project.”

“You know what I mean. Don’t spend any more time with him then you need to.”

“I get it.”

“No I don’t think you do, he’s the reason I’m at this school Missa.”

Missa paused to process what he just heard.

Phil had gotten Bad expelled?

#qsmp #insanitybl00m #pissa nation #pissa #qsmp philza #qsmp pissa #qsmp missa #ASAU

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midnightmah07 · 1 year ago

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if you all cry, it’s mah’s fault, she gave me the idea 😘

(Time set to the second year of RSA)

Isabelle knew her friend Adeline had some weirds thoughts about her and Leona, even tho, Isabelle would only talk shit about him. It was not even like Adeline likes Leona, she hated him! She hated his guts, just as much as Isabelle did, but if so, why… Why. Adeline had created a fan club for her friend and the guy both of the disliked? Just because they were fiancées?! It didn’t made a bit of sense!

“Adeline, I ordered you to take this stuff down!” Isabelle says with an angry tone… Which it did resemble with a certain redhead for Heartsbyul, but anyway-

A chuckle left the lips of Adeline, with a sly expression and vixen eyes. “Oh, don’t be like that, Isa! Is just a joke.”

“Just a joke? Now, be serious for once. The ‘joke’ of you sitting in the hallway with a huge ‘Leona and Isabelle’s fan club’s sign, went a little far hasn’t it?” The brown haired girl cross her arms, angrily stomping her feet on the floor like a child. “It’s an arranged marriage. So, as your housewarden, I ordered you to take it off.”

“And as someone taller than you, I say, no.” Adeline grins standing up from the wooden chair. Isabelle furrow her eyebrows, making Adeline shamelessly laugh. “I am joking, Isa! Don’t give me that look.” Isabelle rolls her eyes but she couldn’t help to chuckle as well.

“A shame tho, the one member that I got will be very sad.” The smile in Adeline’s face faded gently, and with a sigh, called Isabelle’s attention.

“Who is this one member?”

The silence hanged by, only Adeline taking off the decoration she did for the arranged fiancés. And the silence made Isabelle wonders again… But with no answer, she could only hope it wasn’t the person who the think it is.

“Adeline, who is it?”

Adeline refused to look into Isabelle’s eyes. But after a deep breath, that coldly ran through her lungs, she says: “It’s Neige.”

And the cold hard silence comes back with only one word and a name. A name that could make Isabelle’s heart shiver.

“Look, Isa… I know, how much you like him. But with this silly puppy crush and you never talking about it, you just fool yourself.”

Adeline may not exactly be the best with words, but her actions, like her putting a reassuring hand in Isabelle’s shoulder and making eyes contact, spoke louder that what she was saying.

And what Adeline meant was: She needed to tell Neige. Isabelle needed confess to him, even it meant a rejection.

With that, once classes waited, Isabelle waited in front of Neige’s classroom, butterflies spreading and a sour feeling in her guts. (a/n: HA! Olivia Rodrigo/j)

Taking a deep breath, she stepped up entering as everyone else left except for Neige, who just posted a picture in Magicgram.

“Neige… I need to talk to you.” Isabelle says looking but head down.

“Oh? Isabelle, yes? What is it?”

He gives a sweet smile that made her cheeks flush in red. She doesn’t want to do it, but she needs to, it will make her feel better, I mean, what are the chances he would reciprocate?

“Neige… I like you, a lot.”

“Oh… I kinda knew.” He looks awkwardly away, and that’s the moment where she regrets opening her mouth. “I am sorry, Isabelle, you are an amazing person and even better friend… But, I don’t feel the same.”

Isabelle silently stayed there. “Sevens, thanks for telling me. I am sorry about this.”

“No need to apologize, it’s not like you did something bad.” Neige tries to put a hand on Isabelle’s shoulder but then she notices the tears running down her face and gives up. He gives a sad smile. “I will leave you alone…”

He leaves his classroom, with Isabelle cleaning her tears, felt like a relieving felling hit her in the most painful way.

Isabelle that night stayed outside her room in the balcony, she told Adeline once she felt better she would go back to her room.

“Look who is crying.” But the voice who said it it wasn’t Adeline, it was actually the least person she expected.

“Go away, Leona.” She clears her eyes full of tears.

“Don’t be like that, at least I wasn’t the one who-“ A shoe hits his head, turning back to see with an furious glare. He growls, rolling eyes and sitting on her side on the floor.

The silence soon strikes in, as the only thing to hear was Isabelle’s cry. “Oh, be serious.” She turns her head to the lion’s voice. “You can’t possibly be sad about that guy!”

“He was different!” Isabelle argued against Leona’s stupid logic.

“Please.”

“He was honest… And-and… Sweet.” Isabelle looks sadly to her front.

“He’s a guy!”

“Besides, he is better than you would ever treat me! He understood me, Neige never made fun of me or treated me the way you do. Sevens! How I wished he was the one I got an arranged marriage with.”

Leona now felt his heart heavy. Always an choice, never the chosen. Growling under his breath his eyes snapped towards her. “Well, I treat you like this because, I didn’t wanted to marry you! Not even that I have own free will to choose!”

“And you thought, I wanted this?!” Leona instantly shallow his words. “You are a lazy, selfish beastman, who only do what he thinks it’s better for you! I don’t know why you even came here!”

Isabelle says cleaning again the tears falling. As Leona looked with her in disbelief. He looks down, and words that would always be inside her throat finally went out.

“I’m sorry. I cam here because I wanted to see how you were doing.” Isabelle laughs out loud as if it was true what someone like him was saying. “Laugh all you want, I know I am not the one to ask for trust.” He gives looking to w side with crossed arms, as Isabelle’s laugh died down, she noticed him, speaking the truth for once with her, being genuine. “I won’t stop being a pain in your ass, that’s my job… But, I mean, I can be less annoying.”

He looks to her, her eyes were gentle, as the stars made them brighter than ever. His lips parted, furrowing his eyebrows. “Stop… Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

She tilts her head in confusion, and Leona knew he would be able to explain without getting embarrassed.

“Forget it.” He looks away, standing up. “Just… Don’t…” Taking a deep breath he speaks more stern this time. “Neige isn’t the one who needs to be your only love, if her rejected you, it is probably because you deserve better anyway.”

She stares at him as he leaves without any other words.

KNSKDJSOSHSKHEKDKODJWLZJSIHSMZOSJWLZJSOJSKSNEOXJSJSZLJSLSNSLZJOSNSLXJSKSNSLSJLSJDOD

AHHHHHHHH??????????????? AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS WAS SO SLSHDOSHSISBSKZHSOHSKSJSODIS

IT WAS JUST THE AMOUNT OF ANGST AND FLUFF I NEEDED💙💙💙💙✨✨✨✨💥💥💥🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

HER GETTING REJECTED NEIGE KNOWING SHE LIKES HIM :(((( OFC HE KNEW SHE WOULD BE SO OBVIOUS ABOUT LIKING HIM😭😭

Leona and Isabelle's interaction was so cute and so canon oh my Gosh HER THROWING AT SHOE AT HIM I CHOKED KSJDOSJEKSN

Also Leona always feeling like the second choice oh my GOSH IT HURTS SM. UGH. His little pep talk to Isabelle was so sweet tho!! Genuinely think this made Isa see him in a new light :((

Also the little Hercules reference LSNDKDJKSJDKS STAWP I LOVED THAT

"Stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" CANON. CANOOOOOON SO CANON UGH.

Barbs I love u I love your writing MWAH

#💙! mah's answers #💙! moots!!!#💙! barbs<3 #💙! Barbs's writting!#💙! isabelle #💙! leobelle

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saltymcsaltything · 2 years ago

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Hard no to the "Babies NEED color and bold designs" comment, because babies are individuals with individual neurology and sensory needs. Sometimes those needs are very different from the norm and bright colors can be painfully intense, sometimes those needs mean living on the surface of the sun might not be stimulating enough.

There is nothing wrong or harmful about a muted, or even monochrome nursery if that is what works best for the child. Looking through some of these photos I see plenty of options that would have been fine for me, but others would be painfully intense or visually overstimulating (those yellow curtains are horrifying and the multicolored walls with what I think is some sort of stylized rainforest pattern would give me vertigo) but I would have lived the monochrome hellscape as a kid with maybe some purple or dark blue thrown in because it would be calming.

Yes, it is bad to force a near colorless aesthetic on your child if that isn't their sensory need, but it is just as bad to default to hypersaturated primary colors and busy patterns. Kids with sensory differences need accessible spaces in both directions and parents and educators need to learn to figure out how to understand a child's needs and try different options to accommodate. My room as a kid was usually pretty plain out of necessity because we moved a lot and rented so we weren't painting walls, and my mom and dad kept to darker, less saturated solid colors for decor because the toys of our era were more than enough color to brighten the room, and it was pretty clear that for my brother and I, but *especially* me, we would not play with toys that were too bright. I hated yellow as an infant to the point where my Dad didn't even wear his default Dad costume of a worn bright yellow t-shirt or polo on me because they figured out made me nauseous.

Once we were old enough to articulate our needs, we picked our own colors. We got to veto any clothes that were bought without our input (gifts from relatives).

At school, the worst time for me was at an off base school in 2nd grade with a very "modern" (for the 80's) design. The colors were nauseatingly bright, there were no real walls between classrooms (just accordion fold partitions). The walls were a sickly yellow. I had meltdowns for the first time at that school and cried almost every day. I hated school until we moved on base where the school was a historical building in Spanish colonial style built in the early 1930's with bare stucco walls and earthy reds and oranges as the only accent color. I didn't get vertigo or throw up multiple times a week, and I couldn't hear everyone on the entire wing through paper-thin non-walls. I loved that environment so much that it is still the default setting for every dream I have about school, even when it's a dream about going back to college.

There is no one right answer for the right environment for kids. Keep the normative bullshit out of the conversation and treat babies like humans who have needs that you are responsible for addressing. Nobody is a psychopath for having a monochrome nursery - you do not know if that is the right chooofor that baby. And neurodivergent parents exist too and have to be able to tolerate the space too. It may require compromise.

Learn your kids sensory needs, and don't act like growing up without sleeping and playing in a neon striped hellscape creates unhealthy minds. For some of us, it was very much the opposite - most of the child psychologists pushing the "kids need stimulation" shit were coming up during my childhood. You wanna know the only place in my base school that I literally dreaded? The counselor's office. He ate that crap up, and the times I was required to talk to him - we all had a consult annually back then - I kept my eyes averted from the toys and posters and other decorations as much as possible.

Half of the posts in this thread are actively hostile to sensory sensitive minds and bodies, the rest are casually hostile. All if you need to do better.

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10+ Crochet Heart Patterns for Valentine’s Day

Giving handmade gifts for Valentine’s Day is really a special way to show your loved one how much you care. You could be making them for a child, spouse, friend, teacher, or even as a class gift. Today I’m sharing some of the best collections of free sweet valentines crochet patterns that will help you celebrate love with your valentine. So whether you are looking for a gift idea to give your special one or crochet accessories to wear yourself, you will definitely find the best valentines crochet project below!

Crochet Patterns for Valentine’s Day

Below you will see some free and premium crochet heart patterns and projects. This heart-theme collection is perfect for making for a different variety of occasions.

Handmade Gifts for your partner or kids

Quick a present for a coworker or teacher

Classroom valentines to pass out a school

Simple valentine’s day decorations for the classroom or home

Also Read: 15+ Fun and Pretty Crochet Wreath Patterns

How to Crochet a Heart

There are various ways to crochet a heart motif. The patterns for crochet hearts make a simple solid heart that you use in all sorts of ways. And in this list below, you will find some more types of crochet hearts, including the following:

Flat solid heart shape

Lacy heart applique

Granny square heart motif

Amigurumi -style heart

Heart pattern colorwork

Heart motif blanket

10+ Crochet Heart Patterns for This Valentine’s Day

This fantastic collection of crochet patterns will provide you with more than 10+ Valentine’s Day crochet heart patterns that you will definitely want to make for your loved ones. So just check the list below and choose your pattern you want to make!

Granny Heart Coaster

This is a very lovely pattern, which can be made by using coasters or appliques. You can use them to decorate a different variety of crochet projects like baby sweaters, bags, or banners.

This pattern uses worsted-weight yarn, but you can adapt to use any weight yarn with a comparable size crochet hook. Even though this pattern is labeled intermediate, beginners will succeed following the step-by-step tutorial. Once you get going, you will surely love how fun and fast these little hearts are to make.

Granny Square Crochet Heart

Here is another unique and fun pattern for a multicolored heart motif with a 3-D texture. This sweet baby blanket is made from a rainbow of these little squares. Also, it works in continuous rounds and is designated for intermediate Crocheters.

Cute Heart Crochet Pattern

If you want crocheting Amigurumi, this sweet little heart stuffier is the best pattern to start with. If you use the same yarn listed in the pattern, then the project will measure 4″ tall. But you can use any weight yarn you like, as long as you use the crochet hook. Also, this elegant pattern comes with 13-page instructions with more than 50 pictures to instruct you through the procedure step-by-step.

Heart Granny Square Pattern

This granny square would be the best building block for a large throw for your sofa or even a baby blanket. The patterns come with a step-by-step tutorial, and you can use any weight yarn to make them. One of the five-star reviewers said, “This is an adorable granny square pattern, and I love the choices of color.”

Mini Crochet Heart Pattern

These cute little crochet hearts are imploring to be made into a Valentine’s Day garland to decorate your house. They would also create sweet crochet appliques to add bags, clothing, or other accessories.

Heart Cup Cozy Crochet Pattern

A cute cup cozy makes a gift for teachers and friends. It worked in the round and used post stitches to make a colorwork heart motif. Make these elegant patterns for a quick and simple Valentine’s Day gift or anytime!

Sweet Little Heart Crochet Pattern

I love the lacy look of this heart pattern. To give it some flair for Valentine’s Day, you can use one or two to adorn a flannel or crochet scarf. This elegant pattern is written for DK weight yarn, but like with the other patterns, you can make it with any yarn, as long as you have the corresponding size hook of crochet.

Easy Crochet Heart Amigurumi Pattern

Even if you have never created Amigurumi before, you will enjoy making this little heart squishy. When you first read the pattern instruction, it seems complex, but the detailed instructions and clear images are achievable quickly.

Hanging Hearts Valentine Crochet Pattern

This easy pattern will show you how to create granny-square-inspired crochet hearts and how you turn them into hanging pouches. Make a bunch for your friends and family, and then fill them with some candy and sweet treats. This pattern is an advanced beginner’s project since it calls for shaping and different varieties of crochet stitches. In addition, it included 3 trim options to suit a variety of tastes.

Crochet Heart Pillow

Make a squishy and soft crochet heart pillow to decorate a bed or chair. It uses super-bulky weight yarn to make. Also, this free pattern includes complete instructions for two sizes of pillows. The smaller measures 8″ wide, while the larger measures 11″ wide.

Red Heart Coasters Crochet Pattern

Even though this crochet pattern looks complex, the crafters say it is nicely suited to beginners. The pattern includes instructional images showing the stitches row by row, making it easier to work with the patterns even for complete beginners.

Heart Locket Crochet Pattern

This crochet pattern for a heart-shaped locket is an original idea! The 3-D crochet locket opens and closes, and it can hold a small surprise. The finished heart is almost 1.75″, though you can create it larger or smaller by selecting different weight yarn. Also, the pattern includes instructions for a small doll that will fit amazingly inside the locket.

Color Burst Crochet Heart Pattern

This colorful heart pattern is simple to follow and so much fun to make. Also, you will have so much fun choosing unique color combinations to try.

Since you only use a bit of each color yarn, it’s a perfect project for stash-busting. Once you start it, you won’t be able to stop yourself from making these colorful hearts.

Heart Motif Baby Blanket Crochet Pattern

Learn how to easily crochet a puff stitch heart motif square and then turn it into a smooth and squishy baby blanket. You can even add a custom name panel to personalize the blanket. Plus, it is suitable for a beginner since it uses the single crochet stitch, chain stitch, and puff stitch.

Also Read: 20+ Easy and Free Crochet Flower Patterns

Conclusion

Love is in the air, and today we are showing a few of heart valentines crochet projects! So if you want to have some fun while adding a bit of love to your project, then all the heart patterns, as mentioned earlier, are the best way to go about it. With detailed instructions and images, they are easy to follow, even if you are completely new to crocheting. So whether you are making a gift or adding a cute touch to your home decor, these are sure to be cherished for years to come.

Source:https://hariguide.com/crochet-heart-patterns-for-valentines-day/

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Screaming. Crying. Throwing myself against a wall; A walkthrough of Netflix’s ‘Heartstopper’ with Set Decorator Maxwell Fine

Image credits: Netflix, Rob Youngson, See Saw, Maxwell Fine

This post has been copied from Maxwell Fine's website for future reference.

My phone didn’t stop buzzing on a random Wednesday in February 2021. Colleagues and friends were tweeting, facebooking and whatsapping me to tell me See Saw was producing a new show called Heartstopper for Netflix and I had to get myself involved. After making a little bit of a name for myself in LGBTQIA+ creative projects earlier in my career It sounded like the perfect fit for my next TV show!

I’m Maxwell Fine and for the past 10 years I have worked as a Set Decorator in TV, Advertising and Music promo. I’ve been in the most bizarre and fabulous situations on set from steaming silk curtains for Kate Winslet on a Lancome campaign to watching Lady Gaga be strung up to a studio ceiling in Japanese ropes for an Art Film. I’ve made panel shows, scripted comedies and fiercely bold dramas for BBC, Disney and Netflix amongst others - the list really does go on and on.

Thankfully, my phone often rings and my inbox is filled with requests here and there “can you do that?” or “Are you available to jump on this?” and on this particular random Wednesday afternoon, the brilliantly bold and BAFTA award winning designer Tim Dickel, asked me to jump on a Zoom to discuss a new project.

I had never heard of (the absolutely delightful) New York Times Best selling Author, Alice Oseman’s ‘Heartstopper’ before the script landed in my inbox. Like a lot of people, once I discovered it I couldn’t get it out of my head. There were so many parallels to my own life and I immediately understood why it was a queer story that just had to be told mainstream. If you can, you must - and so we did!

A few years previous I had campaigned for Switchboard LGBT+ helpline with the launch of my Print and Neon sculpture project ‘Robbed’. I created a load of typographical artworks inspired by a mentally exhausting jaunt I had with an ex partner who struggled with coming to terms with his sexuality.

The Art Department on a shoot take care of everything visual. From designing and building sets, booking Animals and Characters Vehicles, Food styling through to all the props and furniture used to dress a space. Paperclips to Spaceships - it’s up to the Art Department who design, buy and coordinate. As a Set Decorator, I work with a Designer and team to bring their vision to life through … stuff!

Observation is king.

I learnt to be a keen observer really early in secondary school. I was around 14 years old when I found myself squirrelled away at the back of the Art Classroom. I found myself set up on a stool next to the photocopier because I wouldn’t stop talking to my friends all lesson. I soon worked out that I really liked playing with materials and making things and so, headphones in I would sit for hours and hours, in lunch breaks and after school - making things. Painting, drawing, crafting sculptures, working with layering, cutting things out, trying again and again to make something out of nothing - a theme that would take me into this weird and wonderful career in Television!

We were being taught to observe. A weird task perhaps but an important one that would give me grounding for my future career working in TV design! As students, we would look at the world around us and try and replicate. Impressionist brush strokes, shadows and highlights on fruit, the texture of an onion out of papier mache - whatever we were working on - observation was king. Looking back now, I can not stress enough the importance of this life skill.

I gently honed my craft and with a lot of encouragement from teachers I passed my GCSE in Art and moved onto A Levels, then graduated Secondary school to a Foundation course in Art and Design and then onto Central Saint Martins to study Performance design as a University degree.

When we find Charlie sitting alone on the floor in the Art Classroom pondering life, it really made me think back to my own experience at school. Okay - so it’s wasn’t quite the same and our stories are different - but that connection to creativity and our shared curiosity with the world Charlie has is familiar to my story too.

In practice, being lead by our brilliant designer Tim, I tried to take the messy creativity of my own Art Classroom at School through to the Art Classroom at Truham. Together with our fabulous Production Buyer Zoe Seiffert and our Art Department team, we worked to create endless lists of what we were going to put in this empty room to bring it to life as a working Art Classroom.

I dug out some old photos I had of my Art room and we started to observe and take notes. Paint bottles, dirty brushes, coursework, notebooks, portfolios, stacks of paper. “Plants! We always had plants!” Zoe noted - quick - we popped some plants in the space and then our Art Assistants started making sketches of leaves, paintings of trunks to put around the place - as if the students had had a botanical project of some sort and had made work from the objects around them. All the amazing Artwork you see in the space was conceived by Tim and made in house by our team. Themes of Identity, open doors, the eye project, animal and environmental sculptures, self portraits - we were really exploring classic school themes here!

We added layers upon layers to bring life to the abandoned school we were filming in. We brought in coloured glass objects on window sills for light to bounce through, splattered paint all over the walls and repainted furniture. Our Art Assistants made recycled sculptures from coloured cellophane we found at a recycling warehouse on the outskirts of London. Tim has a knack of finding brilliant source images to work from. Sea animals, giant Jellyfish sculptures, Cassette tapes made from string, Fingerprint Artwork made from Newspaper cuttings - the creativity was endless!

You may notice throughout the series the Artwork in the room changes as the story moves through the seasons and our Characters develop their romance. Cacti sculptures come into bloom, Tissue Paper buds begin to blossom and we add more detail as the series progresses - in a way, the props here have their own way of growing with the Characters!

To say this set specifically was a labor of love is an understatement. We moved the artwork around the walls more than you’ll ever know, mounting, stapling, creating labels and really trying to capture the vibe of a busy British Secondary school Art room. We knew it was the one place in School where Charlie seeks refuge and so the relief of uncapped creativity needed to come through the props and dressing in this space more than anywhere else in the School.

Continuing our theme of integrating Alice’s illustrations, the sets in the Schools are almost their own character!

Tim was keen to create contrasting shapes and block colours to define spaces and keep the visual clean and graphic. The team made some epic 3D science posters in the Higgs form room and printed a semi transparent window film of the Periodic table to put in the window panes. Throughout the schools you can find nods to illustrations. From the Hokusai inspired blowing leaf mural (drawn by Alice!) in the Hallway (a beautiful nod to the winds of change!) at Truham to the Julian Opie inspired mural outside by the picnic benches. The best design ideas are often the simplest.

Tim wanted to work with the concept of a Geography classroom in the Truham Form room. Volcano sculptures made by students (actually made by our super talented Art Assistants) and segmented diagrams of Geodes and Rocks on the windows. We even found some really cool sandy beige school chairs from the 70’s to use here. Tim loves using light panels and placed a brilliant display of backlit images of rocks in the corner behind Nicks head for the scene where Charlie and Nick first meet. I loved the idea of rocks being formed under pressure and the metaphor of our characters blossoming romance - it all seemed to fit quite nicely. There are little gems like this all over the sets if you’re on the look out!

How to fill an empty space

Rule number one: Some spaces need to remain empty and some spaces are full on purpose.

Everything you see on screen is intentional, from dying plants to folded post-it notes. The colour of confetti through to the pattern on Nellie the dogs collar - every single item was hand picked by the Art Department with intention. You might think, why does this matter? Well, if it was any other way - we’d be telling a different story!

I talk a lot about contrast in this blog and really it’s the idea of full spaces vs empty spaces, light rooms vs dark rooms that bring the magic of a set together. The Dark, empty hallway Charlie follows Ben down vs the busy bright and colourful Art Room Charlie feels truly comfortable in to discuss his innermost feelings with Mr Ajai - everything we do is designed to support the storyline.

Working from Alice’s source material, we wanted a sense of hand drawn details in our sets. You can see this in patterns on ceramics and fabrics all over our sets. We tried to select elements that had a friendly illustrative element to them, from mugs to water bottles, curtains to cushions. The shapes within objects have softness, curves, uneven lines - we set ourselves guidelines to know what sort of objects to search for when we were buying.

As in most film shoots, we worked to create the perfect environment for our characters to exist in to let the story unfold. Charlie’s room is eclectic and messy because his story can be seen as eclectic and messy. He absorbs everything going on around him, over thinks and questions everything, so our question was; how do we show this through stuff?

Nicks room is more uniform in style. Nick’s life can be seen as more stereotypically ‘together’ than Charlie’s and so his Bedroom reflects this. It looks more settled and more formulaic. For me, the way Charlie embraces his sexuality is a direct result of him being so creatively curious in life. Although he might not think it, he’s bold, courageous and sure of himself. We wanted to create a design contrast between Nick and Charlie’s spaces to show their differences. Having such rich source material from Alice’s illustrations was a brilliant starting point for us to create from.

Our team worked on fleshing out the illustrations and adding layers of British Teenage life to them. We discussed how these characters would have grown up in these bedrooms and what the objects would be within them that make the bedrooms theirs.

There’s magic in the clutter!

We try to create a sense of realism by mixing and contrasting objects and colour tones. Brand new things next to vintage fabrics, hard surfaces next to soft, light next to dark. It can even get as granular as Matt next to Gloss - it’s all in the contrast. People tend to gather things in their environments over time from all sorts of places. It’s our job on a shoot to find the balance and create a convincing space in a super fast turn around -often a matter of weeks from concept to finished set.

Charlies bedroom wanted to be messy but also had to have a sense of ownership. We wanted to give him layers and layers of life that had collected as he’d grown up in the bedroom. We start with working out the furniture and then the rest falls into place from there. Our question often was, if there were 100 objects available what ones would Charlie pick to have in his bedroom? Out of all the things in the world, what represents him the most? Lamps, shoes, trinkets and bedding, books and posters - everything chosen specifically with the character in mind. I like to think the props tell their own story!

Early on Tim was keen to involve graphic shapes in the design for Heartstopper which came directly from Alice’s illustrations. The key to this was pulling reference directly from the Graphic novels. Stripes, stars, squiggles, leaves - you can see it in every scene and every shot. I found the rug from Charlie’s bedroom in a closing down sale in North London. We thought it worked really nicely with its bold geometric shapes in the scene where Nick and Charlie are on the floor doing homework.

I knew from reading my scripts (1000 times) that we had a sleepover here and our Characters would be hanging out on the floor. We found a vintage mattress to pull in on the floor for this scene and a load of random bedding and camping accessories we imagined would have been hauled out of the attic by Charlie’s dad. Charlie’s ‘cabin bed’ is raised up on cabinets which gives us some texture and shape behind him when he’s leaning against it sitting on his bedroom floor.

I found a job lot of amazing vintage erasers - we really wanted a sense of collections and nic’naks on shelves, stuffed behind the bed and on the desk. Our Art Assistants set to work scribbling, doodling, scratching marks into the furniture and remaking various things to turn one thing into another. A camel sculpture wears a vintage Action Man jacket, Toy Soldiers climb around Charlie’s bedroom door. It went on and on, including the excessive Converse piled around the room and plenty of Knitted jumpers noted in the graphic novels! If you looked super closely, we even scratched height marks into Charlie’s bedroom door frame as if his parents had noted different heights as he grew up.

Tim wanted realism in the sets to ground them in something believable and provided us with a lot of creative references to work from. We spent a long time researching what teens had in their bedrooms to guide us! I was asked if I could frame one of my Art prints for Charlie’s bedroom and we thought that the iconic ‘Stand Tall’ print would be the perfect piece to pop on his bedside table. It’s available to buy here if ever you needed an ounce of positivity and encouragement in your life too!

Our fantastic Art Assistant Anastasia Louka is a creative force and is behind most of the hand drawn elements in the show. Anastasia set about doodling and drawing, scribbling and making little personal bits all over the sets. The idea was to show a life lived in these spaces. We love stuff and our stuff (much like our clothes) show the world who we are.

Charlie’s house wanted to continue on the theme of being relaxed and creative. We wanted to create a connection to Charlie’s bedroom with a more grown up feel to it. The house needed to be familiar and cosy - we settled on the idea of his parents, much like Charlie being worldly people who had collected a variety of things in their lives. Peoples homes and bedrooms are often nests where they bring objects back from their experiences out in the world. Human beings are brilliant collectors of stuff and we try to show this when we work on sets for any project.

We set about buying in a load of artifacts from their travels, lots of terracotta and memorabilia from Europe. We thought about trinkets they may have brought home from a holiday to put on Kitchen surfaces, bits and pieces Charlie’s Dad may have collected over time on the fireplace in the living room. Teapots and vases, jugs and magnets - all sorts! I found a patterned sofa on eBay that I thought looked super comfy and something his mum would have bought when they moved in. Maybe something to bring gentle nostalgia for that iconic scene where Charlie is asleep on the Sofa with Nick.

I think the whole vibe of the house is that they’ve been there since Charlie and Tori were kids. There’s something about an old house that is so warm and lovely rather than something new and clean looking that can be a bit more hostile as an environment. Rather than going heavy with pattern, we worked with variations on tone and colour shades within ceramics and various pieces of wood furniture with knocks and deep wood grain to look like they had lived a life. We carried this through to slouchy cushions and floppy tropical plants, everything we put into the space was to create a sense of warmth, the sets here were almost sunkissed.

Nick’s room wanted to be a contrast to Charlie’s. In Charlie’s bedroom we see a lot of personal creativity in the objects he surrounds himself with. It’s almost like his Mum has decorated it for him and he’s added personal touches as a layer on top of that. We start our story with Nick not really knowing much about his sexuaility, so we wanted to add heteronormative touches to his room to ground his Character visually.

Our King of Rugby has a lot of trophies and sports medals. We dressed Robots on the window sill, Tin Spaceships and sports themed games, metal gridded shelving, Aeroplanes hanging from the ceiling and of course a load of hoodies everywhere - it’s a boys bedroom. There are a few bits from when he was younger but we thought maybe his mum had had a good clear out and a redecorated as he grew up. He even has a double bed!

As with all our sets, when we have hard surfaces we needed to cosy it up a bit and we do this here with soft linen curtains, throwback bedding and a slouchy corduroy beanbag. I especially loved Alice’s ‘Straight boy puts up one string of fairy lights for Christmas and never takes them down’ vibe.

Of course, there’s buckets of personality in Nick’s bedroom too but we wanted it to be less free flowing and fluid than Charlie’s. Knowing Nick’s mum was a Doctor we thought there had to be a sense of formality and style to the space to contrast with Charlie’s wholly creative and organic environment. The most ‘out there’ this room gets is the bright yellow sunglasses hanging on the peg board! Crazy Nick ;) There’s more structure to the objects we put into this space, less eclectic and more scandinavian design themes - block colours and cleanly shaped objects in light wood, chrome and frosted perspex. I think this sets the tone for a teen who seemingly has his life together and allowed us to strike that distinction when he realises it may be taking a turn in a different (but fabulous) direction as our story develops. I guess it depends on how much you think ‘stuff’ defines a person.

We had the challenge of bringing life a few more amazingly detailed bedroom sets for the other Characters in our story. We knew we wanted a Top-Shot of Darcy’s room and that they were super super expressive as a person. We set about finding all sorts of things to have on their bedroom floor that they could lay amongst from toys to clothes through to random bits of bedding from their childhood and even some fun fairy lights and streamers to throw into the mix. Elles bedroom was a bit more refined, she’s a talented artist so we made a load of doodles and paintings to put on the wall. The fun part was getting variations between the bedrooms and this comes through in the detail the team put into the sets.

Tao’s bedroom was bursting with Polaroid photos and amazing Artwork made by our in house Graphic Designer Mike Cranston. For this set, Tim wanted to push through that Tao was a film lover so we collected a load of vintage equipment, old cameras and even wire sculptures of cameras to dot around his bedroom. Tim found a gridded wallpaper to use as the base to line up all the wall elements with and it flowed from there - LED lighting behind the bed, cool perspex shelves to display his collection of cameras on - it all came together and was the perfect setting for Tao and Elle’s movie night together!

Tara’s bedroom was one of my favourites - the script said she was surrounded by stuffed toys - so we went to town and covered her entire bed in 40 teddy bears! We also got to work on a snippet of Isaacs bedroom as he sits against a wall (classically) head in a book! With all of the sets, we tried to get a lived in look going by washing bedding on a high heat and leaving out to air dry and putting them on the beds unironed. It’s all in the detail!

Harry’s 16th Birthday party is where it all comes together so we had to make it fabulous! When Designer Tim asked us to arrange Balloons all over the exterior of this magical building I knew exactly who to call. Our fabulous Balloon Queen Jane and team were up for the task! We had some coloured balloon samples sent to our office and plotted out where the balloons would go on a print out of the building. There were 1000’s of Balloons inflated indoors the day before filming and then were strung out of windows for the shot when Charlie arrives at the party in his dad’s car.

Another challenge on this set was to recreate Floral arrangements from the books when Charlie and Nick have their first kiss. I took note of Alice’s illustrations and I knew Jenny Tobin (Florist to the stars!) could do them justice. We referenced Daisies and meadow flowers with their big relaxed droopy heads and floppy leaves. It was important to us the florals were friendly and approachable instead of stiff and corporate. Charlie and Nick run off to find a quiet spot to catch up at the party and we wanted to try and match the florals here to Alice’s Illustrations as best we could in real life. A lot of thought goes into everything we put on screen and most of the florals in Heartstopper are Jenny’s brilliant work.

Towards the end of our shoot schedule, in the middle of Summer we started work on the Herne Bay / Pier sets. Our designer Tim had some amazing mood boards of truly British Seaside scenes so we set about pulling in all the various items we’d need to recreate that. Our production buyer Zoe found some fantastic sealife balloons that we thought harked back to our Art Classroom sculptures (we love a throwback reference!) and we filled baskets with all sorts of things you’d find at the seaside. From buckets and spades, through to pool noodles and parasols - if its on a beach we had it.

One of the final scenes we filmed was the merry-go-round fairground ride that was (inside scoop!) filled with crew!! Safe to say, by the 5th time round I was feeling like I was about to vomit but it was far too late to get off as we were already filming and I was right in the back of shot.

Of course there are plenty of other sets that we worked on for the show that I haven’t gone into detail about but overall we worked to create a fully realised splash of queer teen British loveliness throughout. I was continually humbled by the 110% our team put into every day at work on this project, we really were all working at a million miles per hour to make the visual the best we could and try to do Alice’s brilliant world justice.

All said and done, I hope our side of the story has come through in the props and set dressing for the better! It was a massively exciting project to work on and myself and our fantastic production buyer Zoe felt a huge responsibility to Alice, the fans and the LGBTQI+ community to inject as much vibrancy and life into these sets as we could. We knew from the start how groundbreaking this show would be for Netflix and our community as a whole. We made sure we took extra care selecting every one of the thousands of items we put into the sets and felt so lucky to have Tim, Alice, Patrick, Zorana and Euros to guide us each step of the way.

We could not have done it if it wasn’t for the inspiring framework our designer, Tim Dickel had set out for the visuals for the show - his endless creativity and passion for storytelling is compelling and bursts through every scene! Most importantly, we had a tonne of fun pulling it all together which is really, what it’s all about.

As always with the LGBT+ projects I work on, we stand on the shoulders of the giants who have come before us and we pay immense gratitude to everyone in the queer space past and present who have created work to better the community we all belong to.

#heartstopper #heartstopper series #Maxwell fine #set decoration #I have lifted the photos and text directly from the web post because I couldn't find a source anywhere else #I just wanted to hold it as reference #there's nothing quite as fascinating as the character of the sets inside a show/movie #it's all in the little details - and to fill a set you need HUNDREDS and nothing has gotten in there just by accident #I could pore over sets for hoursss if I was allowed and to listen to every item being talked about for the why and who and where of it all #SIGN ME UP.#I love that the carousel scene at the end is mostly cast because what a gem of a scene to highlight the growth and the build and the coming #together of nick and Charlie to that point in time #and in terms of the show itself - they couldn't have had that without the incredible team involved #also see me LOVING how Maxwell Fine talks about the differences between nick andcharlie's bedrooms and the thoughts on those UGH YES #set design

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hiraiet · 3 years ago

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blessed by santa

“okay then, let me rephrase that, will you be mine?”

PAIRING » park jisung x fem! reader

GENRES » fluff, crack, high school au, idiots to lovers

WARNING » it’s an old writing, i’m editing the typos and posting it here so beware of the cringe :) ft. Jaemin, Chenle and Mark being your annoying best friends.

PLAYLIST » 24 to 25 by Stray Kids ; 7days by nct dream

WORD COUNT » 3288 words

"Ah yes, Mr. Jung said that class 2-4 will have a combined session with us today," one of your classmates reminded an other girl that was on leave the earlier day, you would have remembered this little detail too if you weren't so engrossed in your very interesting surrounding.

You picked up the brightly colored feathers that served as a decoration for your classroom, from the ground. They were stuck on long threads with glue, and some were separated from the thread as a result of the dried up glue.

An idea struck your head. You held the threads on your hand and curled it around your ears and stuck some red and blue feathers into your hair, and climbed onto your table and started making weird noises.

You were always the entertainer of the class, every class had one, didn't they? This didn't mean that you didn't at all care about school stuff, you did your work on time and surprise tests got your nerves crying in your blood.

What others thought never really mattered to you, and it wasn't even a bother in class 2-3, the girls were always immersed in the screens of those little devices and the boys were always busy creating an evil plan to conquer the whole world. Your two close friends and some other girls were the only one that gave you a little attention you deserved.

"Oh darn, Y/N, hahahah!" Your best friend, F/N said as she clutched her stomach to stop the pain from laughing so hard. "God, are you pretty?" You hoped a little and continued your silly little dance with the colors of the feather and it felt good standing on a high stage and have your fans clap around you. Oh yes.

From the door to your classroom came some muffled voices and sounds of dragging chairs. You looked back but no one came into the class, might be some other freshmen students, you couldn't care less.

Jisung, complaining under his breath and slightly irritated by the rush of his classmates, entered class 2-3 just to see the sight of you dancing, acting like a cuckoo. His thoughts of being roiled all vanished as a smile spread across his face.

"I'm sitting on Y/N's table, where are you sitting, Ji?" Asked Jaemin as he passed by the former to go to your groups table.

 "And I will be sitting here, Y/N." Declared Jaemin as he pulled his chair near yours and made some space for Chenle and Jisung. "So will some other dudes." You had got down from the table and laughing over it with your friends when you heard a deep voice saying your name.

"What are you doing here?" You looked at the boy from the other class quizzically, not realizing that you still have the feather accessories on you. "Mr. Jung's class. Don't tell me you don't know, he announced this just this morning." He put his notebooks down and pulled out some pencils and started doodling on the back of his book.

Wait so if Jaemin is here, and if he's from class 2-4, and Jaemin is Jisung's classmate because Jisung is also in class 2-4 then Jisung must be here too. Taking a while to process everything, you remembered that Mr. Jung did that say 'that' and that you still had your beautiful, beautiful hair clips around your ears and on your hair. Your hands reached to pull them out but your eyes caught sight of Jisung pulling his chair next to Jaemin's. Oh shoot.

You quickly pulled out the feathers out and just prayed in your little heart that no one saw you goofing around. Too much for not caring about what others think. Well, it was okay if the one who saw was Jaemin and Chenle. You guys were childhood friends and you very well knew how much more weirder they were than you. But Jisung was different, he mattered. Everyone's first crush do, don't they? And your feelings for your first crush had followed you till sophomore year from middle school.

"Oh hey, Y/N," Jisung said as he tried to hide his obvious smile. All you could do was nod to hide your embarrassed face, and quickly sit on your seat. You wished you'd just dissolve in thin air.

Mr. Jung entered the classroom as all of you stood up and greeted the teacher. "Yes, today we'll b starting with Unit4, Algebra.." He said but all you could think about was sitting next to your crush. Jaemin wanted to sit with Chenle and Jisung didn't like sitting on the seat right next to the aisle, so he had changed seats with Jaemin and you were very distracted.

Jisung was just so effortlessly gorgeous, everything he did was glorious, the way he held his pen, the way his right brow raised when he didn't understand the lesson, the way his bleached hair fell just perfectly on his forehead exposing a little of his forehead, the way he was right next to you and that he knew nothing about your heart that was about to explode as it banged on your rib cage desperate to escape.

"Oh here," Jisung said handing you a small piece of yellow paper, without even looking at you for a second, he continued to take notes. You were cut off from your reverie, startled, you opened the folded piece of paper.

『 i won't be surprised if you failed

algebra and if jisung has a hole right

through his face, you've been literally

staring at him for straight 35minutes 』

You, realizing what you were doing, flushed a pink tint all over your cheeks. You looked up to see who passed you the paper and Jaemin was there smirking behind Jisung who was bent down to write in his book.

'What?' You mouthed to him. Jaemin, still smirking looked away and shook his head slightly.

Since the very embarrassing moment, Jaemin always invited no, dragged you to small hangouts at cafés with his whole squad. It was very awkward at first but as time went by, you grew used to their presence, you got to know other four friends of Jaemin and everything was worth it.

You and Jisung talked but it was invariably the same, about school or just some shit talks about how annoying Jaemin is and how cute his smile is. It was like this since middle school when you guys first talked on Jaemin's birthday party.

You felt that Jaemin knew how you felt but it wasn't only him, Chenle knew the whole shit, but they always chose to not interfere and make you two go on a date or something. They always said 'Fate does his work well, just wait'.

"Guys, what will I be getting for Christmas? It's like nine days away and we've prepared what?" Haechan beamed as he had flowery thoughts for Christmas.

"Why are you the only one not prepared?" Jaemin said as he took another sip on his lemon-flavored iced coffee. "What? You guys did not!" You smiled at the boys laughing and teasing Haechan. Jisung was seated across of your seat, you took your chance to stare at him as he smiled the world's brightest eye smile. He was laughing and it was the most melodious sound you've ever heard. You found yourself smiling contently.

"I see where this is going," Mark who was right beside you, leaned down and whispered in your ear, startling you. "What? No, I wasn't, I was just, i mean-" You tried to reason out but he just nodded and gave a knowing smile. One more on the list.

"I am having a party at my place, my parents said that they will be going to grandma's for Christmas and I, being a responsible son, told them that I'll go home after Christmas eve to look after the house."

"That's very responsible of you, Chenle."

"Shut up, Jeno. Anyways, let's have our outfits picked and you guys 'need' to be there, see how the host is personally inviting you all. And it's a themed-party, this one will be like a Halloween part2 because we had tests on October."

 "What will you be going as, Y/N?" Jisung spoke as he walked beside you while exiting the café. The sun was setting in the west, the sky was lilac-colored, the night air replacing the atmosphere of the morning brought a sense of calmness.

"I am not sure whether I'll even be able to come, what about you?" You noticed he was looking down at you, the height difference was crazy, as well as the fact that his face perfectly went in pair with the sky's color.

"What? You need to come, it'd be boring without you." He said almost complaining.

"W-what?"

"I-I mean, Chenle did invite us personally and all the eight of us must be there."

"Oh. Since it's with Jaemin, I'm guessing my mom will consider me leaving for the night." He nodded. The two of you walked in silence as school stuffs were too far away to talk about and Jaemin wasn't annoying these days. But weirdly, the silence wasn't awkward, it was surprisingly comforting, a smile spread across your face of all that was made of today.

"I hope you're coming," Jaemin said catching up to you just when you were nearing the bus station to get home.

You smiled bitterly, remembering the last Sunday, you taking the whole day just to decide what to go as, you browsed the net, asked your mom, nagged your friends but it had taken less than a second to decide what to buy once you got into the costume store in Hongdae.

There were stacks and stacks of hanboks in one aisle and you had instantly fallen in love. But then again, there were a lot to choose from so you searched for a hanbok that ancient queens wore, something that would have the features of an olden royalty clothing, because gorl were you of the superior human race.

Going through it, you found one, no two hanboks, it was a king/queen couple hanbok, the king's hanbok had a beautiful navy blue color with gold embroidery, you weren't that big of a fan of the huge head accessory.

Since Mark asked if you wanted help with picking a costume, you thought it'd be polite to send him a picture, so you did and told him about the situation. He wanted to come over to the store but you said that you were going to buy this and that it was decided.

"Of course, I am, don't want the money I spent on my costume to go to waste now, do we," You looked over at the boy. His eyes were literally glowing in the bright sunlight. You reached out your hand and zipped his bag for him, it was something Jaemin was always forgetful about. "Oh thank you. I won't ask what you're going as, make sure to be in time!"

"I will be before time, I want to help you guys, how 'bout I come at around 3pm?" You asked as you boarded the bus with Jaemin following suit. You guys lived just four blocks away and it was convenient to use the same bus. "Your costume won't be a surprise then."

"Oh it'd be uncomfortable too, anyways I'll go back home and change or something, oh, i know, I'll bring it in a bag with me." You pointed as you sat down. "Do that then, but really, you don't even have to help, we'll manage!"

You piped frosting on the last gingerbread man and then stretched. "And that's a wrap!" The other two boys were just about done with the X-mass tree.

"Yep, now we're free." Chenle dusted his hands and smiled. "We've finished an hour earlier, now you can go and change or something, girls do take quite a while getting ready, don't they?" Jaemin said as he looked at the time on his watch.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I'm gonna go now."

You took your time getting ready in Chenle's room, it was pretty well, very spacious enabling you to move around and practice walking in the big dress of a hanbok. You walked down the staircase, and most of the people had already arrived, the girls looked amazing and the boys well, dashing, you coughed.

You had on you a beautiful, bright hanbok. The lower part of the dress, Chima, literally flowed, it was of a wine red shade, and the top part, the Jeogori was dark red in color, almost a scarlet red, and it was decorated with embroidered symbols which were done in gold, showing that you were an empress.

On the hem of your dress, you carried a Phoenix symbol. Your hair was let out loose and you had done some light wavy curls, because you knew big turban-hairstyles would make you look like a literal potato. After putting on some minimal makeup and some liptint, you were on it.

"Bow before your queen, peasant!" You held a spatula on your right hand to knight your best buddies and your left hand held your hanbok from sweeping the floor, you were really trying to look at the very least, a little elegant.

People were complimenting you and Mark again looked at you with that same knowing smile from the day at the café before telling you something nice.

You had notice the other boys, they were dressed in weird clothes, one was pennywise, one was micheal jackson and one was petter pan, everyone who was invited was to see how much of a crackhead your friends were.

You were having a lot of fun but a little part of inside of you were searching for a sight of Jisung, you hadn't seen him all day.

"You're in for the Christmas Couple Contest for tonight, right?" A girl that was from Jaemin's class interrupted you from knighting your fellow brave citizens for holding this party. Also by 'couple' ? you've got the wrong person.

"Well, find me a king and I'm in," You shrugged and turned back to look at Chenle and Jaemin, the peasants of Y/Nland but they were busy having a little fangirl moment of something you wanted to know.

"I'm in then," a familiar voice spoke from behind you, your cheeks, in response, took a crimson color. Oh shoot.

Jisung walked to your direction, his pink-colored hair slightly curled, fell over his usual luminous eyes, the only difference, you noticed was he had grey contacts in his right eye which on his left eye wasn't present, his ears had long hanging silver earrings throwing in a hint of modernness into his outfit.

And if this was what coincidence was, you were ready to believe in all those 'fate' bs. Jisung was wearing the corresponding costume to yours making you guys a match.

The navy blue brocade, looked just right on his proportionate body, everything looks so good, Jisung was a walking art.

"Okay, you two it is then," the girl interrupted again as she jotted down some names and made way to some other group of people listing their names on the sheet.

"Now you two can dance," Mark said as he pushed you and Jisung out of the counter area and onto the dance floor.

You were vigorously shaking your head but you noticed that Jisung was just calm and going with the flow, you doubted why he was acting weird, to make matters worse, he grabbed your hand and walked you to the dance floor.

He held your two hands and started moving side to side, to make the atmosphere calm down, there were people around the two of you, there were best friends, couples and classmates dancing with each other but everything was a blur beside Jisung, it was like nothing in the world mattered but him.

Jisung's pale skin was flushed with a tint of pink, his left hand had a Daniel Wellington watch and it was funny to see a modern accessory with a hanbok. "Um— uh, you look great," You managed to speak, finally.

His smile remained the same but the the look in his eyes was about to say a lot to you.

"I don't know if you noticed me but that time you were dancing on the table with those crazy earning," He rolled his eyes whilst smiling. "I saw you." You turned your line of sight away since the vase near the hallway suddenly got really interesting.

"I—i could see another side of you and hell my feelings just grew, I knew it was wrong to like someone my best friend might possibly be liking. Jaemin," He added seeing the puzzled look on your face. But then, he shook his head saying that it was just a stupid assumption.

"Yes, I liked you way before, which is amazing because I usually got over my old crushes in about a month or so, you lasted a lot more." His feet moved in sync with yours as you two gracefully danced, you noticed so girls eyeing you with envy written all over their faces.

"What is even there to like in me, there are a lot of beautiful girls out there who are dying to get you to look at them."

"Well Y/N," the music changed to a much slower one, a sentimental ballad, it was a typical partner dance music. He shrugged making you aware that of the obvious fact that it was a couple song. And exactly at that moment, you wanted to escape rather than fall down after having Jisung so close to you. It was already hard to take in the fact that your costume was matching his.

"May I?" You nodded.

His left hand made its way to support the small of your back while his other hand held your left hand a little high, his closed the space between you two making his face come awfully close. You could just see how flawless his skin was.

"...You serious? Beauty doesn't matter, although you are very pretty. I just, you know, like you. I don't exactly know the perfect reason but as time went by, I just got more dragged into you. And knowing you was a whole lot better.

"I like how you always put everyone before you, I like how you like seeing other happy, you always try to make others smile. And you understand what it means to really care. You care about not just about your close friends but of everyone, why would you even volunteer to work at the school infirmary, that's like the most dreaded punishment.

"Moreover, you notice everything, the smallest of details, I bet you already noticed my earrings and contacts," He pointed at his ears and eyes with his left hand. You couldn't hold in your smile, you secretly prayed that the dim light in the room lasted as you were so sure you were shape-shifting into a cherry red tomato.

"So, um, will you go be my queen?" His body gained confidence after a nanosecond. You damned cheesecake.

"Cheeseball, can't you see, I am already a queen!" You were quite surprised your voice didn't break.

"Okay, then cut off the queen, will you be mine?" Avoiding the question you got closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, still swaying your body to the music, Jisung took a moment to process everything. "Hey, don't leave me hanging like that!"

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