#tomorrow or Thursday I WILL sit down and make some art. u heard it here first folks

[artemisiatridentata]

my brain right now is like dragons dragons dragons dragons WORK DEADLINE dragons dinosaurs dinosaurs dinosaurs dragons ASTRONOMICAL OBJECTS TO MEMORIZE need to make art of dragons and dinosaurs NEED TO PLANT CORN AND BEANS AND FLOWERS dragons dragons dinosaurs dragons

[pangzi]

Otome gay [Nielan] - Chapter 3

word count: 2416  other chapters:  INTRO - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 [AO3]

The meeting with Xichen had only fueled Mingjue’s obsession with the game. He might not have played the game after returning home on Monday, but on Tuesday he was back on it. He played the game all week, but didn’t get any further. He kept getting the neutral ending. At one point he thought he was going to get the negative one, but then once again got the neutral ending. He was getting quite desperate, to be honest. And he was also slightly embarrassed by the amount of time he spent playing this game. Only taking breaks to eat, do the necessary exercises for his foot and work out as much as he could without putting too much pressure on his leg. 

With any other character, he probably would’ve given up a long time ago. But, as Huaisang had said, this was a special character. Maybe it also had something to do with how he thought of Xichen’s every time this character smiled, and it made him feel a certain way. But Mingjue wasn’t ready to admit that to himself, he had only met the man once for god’s sake! 

It was Thursday evening now and Mingjue has had enough! He had tried absolutely everything! He couldn't handle one more glimpse of the annoying dancer boy nor could he handle Xichen telling him he’s an amazing friend once again. Mingjue was done trying to figure it out himself! He grabbed his phone and called his brother. 

“Dage! To what do I owe this pleasure?” Huaisang chirped as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Huaisang”, Mingjue said sternly, “Why can’t I date Xichen?” 

Huaisang was quiet for a moment. “Ehh, because you haven’t asked him out?”

“Ask him out? I haven’t gotten the option to ask hi-” Oh… He wasn’t talking about the game. “I meant in the game, you brat!”

Huaisang needed a moment to catch his breath after that, he couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you meant the game”, he giggled, taking a few deep breaths before calming down and answering his brother’s question. “I can’t believe you still haven’t figured it out, dage!” 

“Just tell him!” Mingjue heard Wuxian say in the background, but Huaisang only shushed him. 

“No, he’ll figure it out! Xichen’s character is just a very special one, remember that!” 

Mingjue grunted in reply. He should’ve known he’d get nothing from this, his brother just loved to torture him! 

“Now that I’ve got you on the phone anyway, I have a favour to ask, dage!” 

Mingjue sighed, he knew that tone. He could almost hear his brother pout through the phone. “What is it?” 

“You know that art class I follow, right? Well, the model they hired for this week’s classes kind of quit and now I have to find another model-” 

“Why do you have to find someone new?” Mingjue asked. “Isn’t that your teacher’s job?”

“Because it was his fault!” Wuxian yelled from the background.

“It wasn’t!” Huaisang snapped back. “It was your brother’s fault!” 

“Because you were flirting with him!” 

“I was not! I just told him he was handsome, he started flirting with me. I would’ve kindly told him off had Jiang Cheng not immediately swooped in!” 

Mingjue had no idea what was going on and he didn’t feel like figuring it out to be honest… 

“Anyway,” Huaisang went on, “The classes are focused on drawing the male body and muscles right now, and who is more muscular and manly than my brother?”

“You want me to model?” Mingjue wasn’t prudish about showing his body, but standing half naked in front of a group of strangers for a few hours was something else. 

“Please, dage! For me? It’s only for an hour,” Huaisang whined, “It’s such a good art class, I wouldn’t want to disappoint the teacher, he’s amazing and always so kind!” 

Mingjue sighed, he really needed to get immune to that tone. “All right, all right, but only this once. Let me know when and where and I’ll see if I can be there” 

“You’re the best! I’ll text you the details!” Huaisang said before quickly saying goodbye and ending the phone call so his brother couldn’t change his mind. Only a few minutes later Mingjue received a message with the details. It was tomorrow, a few hours after his last doctor’s appointment for his foot, which meant he could drive there, which was good as Mingjue wasn’t sure he could survive another two hours on public transport to get to Huaisang’s university.

Mingjue put the details in his calendar app and then looked at his computer again. No matter how much he wanted to finish this damn game, he had to take a break. He saved and put his computer away, deciding to take a short walk to clear his mind.

The walk did not clear his mind though. His thoughts kept wandering off to the game, to Xichen. He felt so silly. It was just a game, succeeding in the game wouldn’t help him see Xichen again, and even less with actually getting a date with the man. He’d probably laugh at him, if he ever found out. He’d probably think Mingjue is weird or something. There he goes again, assuming he’ll see Xichen again and that Xichen would want to date him. Huaisang had told him about Xichen and Wangji a bit during lunch, everything Mingjue had heard about them only made it more obvious to Mingjue that Lan Xichen was way out of his league, but still, a man can dream right? 

After his walk he decided to go to bed early and finally started reading that book that had been laying on his nightstand for weeks now. When his doctor put him on sick leave for a few weeks, Mingjue had planned on reading this book, and multiple others that had been collecting dust since he bought them. However, Monday he’d go back to work and he hadn’t even touched the book because of the stupid otome game. 

It was almost weird, walking out of the doctor’s office without a cast. His leg looked ridiculously skinny next to the other and felt incredibly weak. With the right exercise it’d be back to normal in no time, but still it was weird, very weird. 

With still a few hours to go before he had to be at the art class, he took his time getting home. He grabbed lunch at his favourite place and then even popped by the gym to see if the place hadn’t burnt down in his absence. Zonghui didn’t allow him to stay long, though, immediately sending him home to enjoy his last few days of freedom after catching up for a bit. 

That he had a hard time finding the room the art class was in wasn’t even surprising to Mingjue. He had found the building easily, but the room numbers were so illogical it took him awhile to find the right place. 

The door to the room was open but he still knocked softly before walking in. There were only a few people in the room who barely even looked up as he walked in. He stood near the door awkwardly for a while, looking around for someone who could be the teacher. He was just about to ask someone when he heard his name. 

“Nie Mingjue, what are you doing in my class?” Mingjue’s heart stopped. He knew that voice. 

“Xichen”, Mingjue stammered. “Your class?” He looked at Xichen, who was putting away some paint brushes one by one. He looked even more beautiful than he remembered. 

Xichen nodded with a smile. “I guess Huaisang didn’t mention I’m his art teacher?” Mingjue shook his head. “What brings you here?” 

Xichen was the teacher. Mingjue was going to lose it, he wasn’t going to sit naked in front of Lan Xichen for an hour just like that? Not that he was opposed to Xichen seeing him naked, he’d rather that happened in a more private situation, maybe after some dates… He wanted to leave right now, maybe yell at his little brother a little bit for not telling him Xichen would be there. But no, he promised Huaisang he’d do this, and not doing this would mean letting both Huaisang and Xichen down. This still meant spending time with Xichen, he hadn’t even expected to ever see the man again and yet, here he was, Mingjue shouldn’t let that go to waste. Maybe afterwards he could even ask Xichen out to dinner, or at least ask for his number.

“Huaisang said he was tasked to find a new model for the class”, Mingjue responded, trying to sound confident. Xichen dropped the last paintbrush as Mingjue said that. He kneeled down to pick it up, staying down a little too long before straightening up again with a soft smile. 

“You?” He asked. Mingjue nodded. “All right. You can undress in there” His voice sounded a bit shaky, and Mingjue wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. He made his way towards the room Xichen was pointing at. He opened the door but didn’t go inside. 

“Xichen?” He asked, turning around, which seemed to startle the teacher who once again lost his grip on some art supplies. “How naked do you need me?” 

Xichen turned around, ears beet red. Some students stifled a laugh at their antics. “Fully naked would be best but if you’re not comfortable with that you can keep your underwear on of course!” Mingjue swallowed thickly, nodded and went into the room to get undressed.

He stood in his underwear for a while, debating whether or not to take it off too. Eventually he decided he wasn’t quite comfortable being naked in front of a group of university students. He didn’t even realise how long he’d been in there until there was a soft knock on the door.

“Mingjue?” Xichen asked, “Is everything all right?” 

Mingjue just opened the door in response, which seemed to catch Xichen off guard. He flinched a bit before stepping back. Mingjue just smiled at him awkwardly, waiting for instructions. Xichen just stared at him for a bit before clearing his throat. 

“If you would just sit on the chair in the middle of the room, please”, he told Mingjue, voice a bit unsteady, “Try not to move too much, but if you’re uncomfortable of course you can move!” Then he turned around to face his students, telling them what to do and quickly going over what they had discussed last class. His tone was completely different from before, after which Xichen sat down behind an easel himself, right in front of Mingjue, who shifted a bit uncomfortable under the teacher’s gaze. Xichen right in front of him helped him a bit, too, though. He had something to focus on now, looking at him helped Mingjue completely ignore all the students coming up for a closer look. He had some time to really take in Xichen now and man, he was even more beautiful than Mingjue already thought he was. 

Both Mingjue and Xichen seemed to be awoken from a trance when a student loudly asked for his teacher’s help. Xichen laughed apologetically as he put his pencil to the side and got up to see what his student wanted to ask him. 

“What’s up with mr. Lan today?” Mingjue heard one of the students closest to him ask the person next to them. “He’s never drawn with us, ever, nor have I ever seen him this absent minded and I’ve been in his class for years now.” Their friend didn’t have the chance to reply, as Xichen had made his way towards them, inspecting their drawing and telling them how to improve it. Next, he makes his way up to Mingjue. 

“You’re doing wonderful, Mingjue”, he said, “I don’t think we’ve ever had a model as wonderful as you, I must be sure to thank Huaisang”

Mingjue couldn’t help but blush at those words. “I’m sure that’s not true”, he replied. 

Xichen shook his head with a smile. “I was raised to never tell a lie” This was how he would die, Mingjue was sure of it, this man was going to make his heart stop for real some day. 

The class was over before Mingjue even knew it. In all his looking at Xichen and thinking about Xichen, he had completely forgotten to come up with a way to ask Xichen’s number. As he got dressed he kept thinking of different ways to ask him without being too aggressive about it. 

When he came out of the dressing room, he decided to just wing it and see what would happen. Though, when he saw Xichen, all words and thoughts seem to leave him once again. He was back behind his easel, brow furrowed in concentration as he drew. Mingjue was whipped and he realised that that scared him. Never had he felt this way this fast about someone, and he didn’t know what to do about it. 

Xichen smiled at him as he saw him, putting the drawing he was working on away in a binder. Mingjue smiled back, checking one last time he wasn’t forgetting anything before making his way towards Xichen.

“Thank you for doing this”, Xichen said. 

“There are few things I wouldn’t do for my brother”, Mingjue said, “It was my pleasure” This was his chance, come on Mingjue you can do it!

“The pleasure was completely mine”, Xichen blurted out, slapping his hand in front of his mouth as soon as he said it. “I mean- What I meant to say was that I had hoped to see you again after our first encounter, so it was a nice surprise to have you walk into my classroom”

Xichen had wanted to see him again too. Mingjue’s brain needed a moment to process that information, so he just stared at the man in front of him in silence for a bit before putting himself together, becoming the confident man everyone saw him as. 

“As that feeling is mutual, maybe we could see each other again some time?” 

Xichen stared at him blankly before bursting into a beaming smile that made Mingjue’s heart beat so hard it might fly out of his chest. “I would love that”, Xichen replied. Mingjue couldn’t believe his luck as they added each other on Wechat before saying goodbye.

[okaystraykids-blog]

don’t go; it’s a mighty long fall

2 out of ??

Genre: fluff/angst/school .. 

Seems like it’s going to turn out to be a hyunjin ff but we’ll see

WARNING: some mature themes

| the start of part two |

"Hey Alice, can we sit with you?"

The words echoed in my head and I just stared at Hyunjin as he inquired. The four boys just blinked awkwardly, and I realized they were waiting for an answer. "Sorry, no. I kind of want to stay alone." I kind of glanced away from Hyunjin, and my eyes caught Changbin’s, he was looking at me intently, a wondering expression on his face. The sound of chairs moving disrupted my thoughts, the guys had sat down, Hyunjin on one side of me, Changbin on the other. "I thought I told you no." "You did, but I don't really care." Hyunjin chuckled, pulling out a bento box containing his lunch. I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into the palms of my hands. Please get me through this. I glanced up around the cafeteria and my eyes unwillingly landed on the biggest asshole and reputable fuckboy, in the school, Lio. Lio raised his eyebrows, and winked at me. Turning back to his friends with a sly smile. I could feel my cheeks getting red. This is exactly why I don't hang out with people, I hate attention. Especially from someone like Lio. "Who's he?" Someones voice made me jump. Chan was looking at me questioningly. "Uh, just some fuckboy. He has a big reputation and basically owns the school." "Seems like a fun guy." Jisung scoffed. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I sat with my arms close by my sides, nibbling on my sandwich. I don't like eating with people watching me, it makes my anxiety spike. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore, my skin felt like it was on fire and my hands were trembling. It wasn't like the boys were talking about weird stuff, they were talking about normal boy things, but I just couldn't take being around that many people anymore. I slid my chair back and walked out, not noticing I forgot my book.

By the end of the day I was drained, that lunch took a lot of energy out of me. It was the end of the day, and I was heading to the bus when Chan suddenly called out to me, "Alice! Want a ride?" I shook my head no, and gave a weak smile. I lived alone at the moment, my parents were working out of the city and my siblings were all older and moved out. Chan nodded and turned away. I watched him as he went and eventually I saw him and the 3 others driving away in a large, fancy, SUV. I walked down the steps and saw a familiar group of boys, Lio and his friends. I passed a cloud of vape smoke and shook my head slightly. We get it, you vape. "I'm gonna ask-" "Dude she's boring, she doesn't party-" "I'ma change that." I tried to ignore it but before I could even get down the last step, Lio's caramel raspy voice called out to me. "Hey, it's Alice, right?" I glanced back at him, nodding softly. "There's a party tomorrow after school. You should come." The way he said it made me realize, he wasn't asking, he was telling; if there was one thing I knew not to do, it was not to piss of Lio Drew. I hated that it was a short week and there was no school Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. I've never been to a party, and I knew Lio and his friends were all 18, but I was 17 so I didn't expect to do much. "I guess... yeah sure." I started walking away and overheard again. "Damn you did it bro." "I did, and I'm gonna have a good time tomorrow night." I shook my head, What have I gotten myself into.

MESSAGE RECEIVED 8:45PM

[Changbin] hey a, how was ur day?

[Me] iffy. 

[Changbin] iFFy IFFy yEaH YEaH iFFy IffY YeAh

[Me] I JUSt ChokED On An ICeCuBe LMAO

[Changbin] i gotta go, but have a good night! there's a party on tuesday, u coming?

[Me] ahh, nah probably not. gn though

[Changbin] :(

Even the guys are going? Wow. That's just perfect. 

I was just about to go to sleep when my phone buzzed off, it was an Instagram notification.

LIO_REAL Followed you

LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message

OPEN MESSAGE?

YES/NO

(LIO_REAL)

hey there ce, i hope you can make it, the parties at 10, here's the address 

xxx-xx AVE.

I closed my phone, oh god, now I have the biggest fuckboy in the school following me, and he gave me a nickname. This is wonderful. The clock beside my table read 9:24 PM and I finally was able to go to sleep.

The next day I was ready early, just wearing black jeans with slits in the knees, and a tighter than usually fitting maroon tee shirt. Because of this, I was able to catch an early bus. When I arrived, much to my surprise, Changbin and the others were there sitting out front. Changbin looked pretty good I begrudgingly have to admit. Hyunjin too. They looked like they walked right out of a music video. I attempted to sneak by, but Jisungs voice rang out across the quiet morning air. "Alice!" I turned to him and plastered a smile on my face. Damn how I loved his mullet. I walked over to them, sitting on one of the steps. "So," started Chan, "I heard Lio Drew invited you to his party tonight." Both Hyunjin and Changbin looked up at me in shock. I shrugged, looking down. "I guess you could say that... I might not go. I haven't decided yet." Chan raised his eyebrows questioningly, he may have just transferred here but even he knows that when Lio Drew invites you somewhere, you don't say no. I nodded slowly, standing up as it got closer to the bell for first period. "I'm going to go, I have to go to art." Hyunjin jumped up, "we're both going there. I'll come with you." I was about to refuse his company, but something about how genuine his smile was made me grin and nod, "Okay." The whole way to class he was rambling about how his friends and him are making music and how back in Korea his family was moving, and just random things. I was feeling anxious for some reason, and everything he said just went in one ear, out the other. "Alice, can I get your Snapchat and maybe give it to the guys?" I paused for a moment... "Um well I guess so."  After I gave him my Snap we continued walking, and as we turned the corner, Lio and his friends were laughing and walking down the hall towards us. Lio saw me, and stared me down, a smirk on his face. He glanced at Hyunjin on the other side of me, who was adorably oblivious. As he passed, his hand sneakily reached out and grabbed my ass. I gasped, turning to face him but he was already rounding the corner. I could feel my entire body burning and I started to tremble. What the fuck. No one has ever bothered me until I started hanging out with Hyunjin and them. Lio has never even spared me a glance. This is all their fault, It's Changbin's fault.

LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message

OPEN MESSAGE?

YES/NO

(LIO_REAL)

sorry bout that ;) my hand slipped. you better still be coming tonight, or i'll bother u more, luv.

I just stared at the message. I should have ignored them better... Hyunjin just looked at me. "Are you alright? Did he say something?" I felt terrible. Sick to my stomach. I just stared Hyunjin dead in the eyes, and walked away. I've never skipped before, but I couldn't handle being around him for two classes. I went to the lunchroom, sitting by the windows rather than my usual spot. My brain not fully comprehending that that was right beside where Lio and his friends usually sit.

[Changbin] im bored :( meet up with mee

[Me] im in class, not today

[Changbin] nO, nOt toDAYyy, nOnO noT toDaY

[Me] lol.

I continued to sit, staring outside, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. I slept for two class periods, each class 80 minutes long, and I finally woke up right as the lunch bell rang. When people started arriving, I didn't even turn to watch. Until Lio's voice interrupted my train of thought. "Well. Isn't this a surprise!" I spun around and found him sitting at the table behind me, his teeth biting down seductively on his lip. I slipped off the stool in an attempt to leave, but his foot swung out, blocking my way. "Stay." He said simply. Kicking out one of his less important henchmen. "Sit." I could feel eyes on me and I had no choice but to obey. It was obey, or become the victim of abuse from everyone in school. Lio eyed me up and down and waited till I sat down. I glanced to the door and saw Hyunjin walk in, followed by Chan, Jisung and lastly, Changbin. They paused and looked at me sitting with Lio, surprised. Chan was looking at Lio with a frown. Lio noticed that look and proceeded to lean across the table. Before I knew it, his lips were next to my ear and he whispered, "I'm excited for tonight baby-girl." I felt repulsed. I slammed my chair back, grabbed my bag, and walked out. Fuck this school. Fuck Lio.

At 10:00 PM I was laying in my bed watching YouTube, when my phone buzzed. It was a snap from Hyunjin,

I let out an awkward squeak, holy shit he's so pretty. I was about to respond when I suddenly got an Instagram notification...

LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message

OPEN MESSAGE?

YES/NO

(LIO_REAL)

where are you. 

(OKAYALICE)

im not coming, lio. 

(LIO_REAL)

if u dont come, im gonna fucking ruin the rest of senior year for you. i swear on it. 

I stared down at my phone, my heart racing. Is this not blackmail? I glanced out the outfit I had previously put on my bed, and I groaned. "Well. Fuck it." I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a decently tight, short, black, skirt and a silver crop top that just covered my belly button. My outfit wasn't complete until I put on my converse. My makeup was different than usual. I was wearing dark red lipstick and I had eyeliner on. I checked the clock. 10:45 PM. Well, fashionably late I guess.

When I arrived outside the house, I could feel the ground booming from the music and I was surprised it hadn't gotten shut down yet. I started walking up the driveway. Already seeing wasted teenagers. It wasn't much better inside. People were everywhere, making out, drinking, smoking, dancing. I thought to myself,

maybe this was a mistake.

[rnr4ev]

‘Tis the Season

Merry Christmas @autumnsayshey here’s my gift to you from the @personasecretsanta2k17 I hope you enjoy it (AND thank you so so much for the art it is adorable and I love it).

P5, Ryuji/Akira -> mistletoe kiss with supportive hugs for all and some pt Akechi friendships. (also snuck in a ponytail Akechi for you)

fic length ~2k

AO3 Link

Akechi watched as the last customer walked out of the cafe, letting his polite smile droop into a relaxed expression as he turned to start rinsing out the dishes and coffee maker. The sign on the door said closed but he didn’t need to worry about locking up just yet, not with Sojiro still out shopping with Futaba. The water was warm under his hands as he scrubbed out the coffee machine. This was the first time Sojiro had left him alone in the shop. It was nice to feel trusted, even after, well after… Akechi was thrown out of his musings by the sound of the bell on the door jingling, followed by a loud bang and muffled swearing.

 Akechi turned to see Ryuji clutching his knee, his previously non injured knee, if he remembered correctly, and some colorfully wrapped presents scattered around him.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah just walked into a chair and tripped. Man, why’d the girls make me carry all the gifts over?”

“Oh are those for tomorrow? I can help you take them upstairs, although I can’t promise if Akira is back or not.” Akechi replied, quickly drying his hands off. Things were, while maybe not the best with Ryuji, they had improved a lot after Akira vouched for him and Sojiro started letting him work at the cafe. He’d never be Ryuji’s best friend, that place would likely always belong to Akira, but Ryuji had put his trust in him surprisingly fast after everything. He’d trusted Akechi enough to let him slowly back into their friend group, he’d trusted him enough to help him through the physical therapy he had had to go through and most telling, he’d trusted Akechi’s help with his mother’s legal proceedings regarding her court official divorce with his father.

 “Man, I didn’t even recognize you at first with your hair up like that. Boss make you do that to keep hair out of the food or you trying to something new?” Ryuji replied, straightening himself up and picking up the pile of presents.

 Akechi reached up to feel his hair, it was up off the nap of his neck. “No, Futaba shot a hairband at me before she left, but she missed so Boss made her pick it up and that somehow translated to putting my hair up for me in Futaba language? I’m not sure it was a bit strange.” Akechi responded.

 “Huh, well it looks nice. You should put it up more often.” Ryuji, now carrying a towering pile of presents responded.

“That’s what Akira and Mona said as well, maybe I can ask Sae-san if she could help me braid it sometime, since she was nice enough to let me stay with her and Makoto, or maybe I could ask Makoto, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Are you sure I can’t help you with that?” Akechi watched as a particularly small package wobbled with every step Ryuji took.

 “Nope, I got this.” with that Ryuji continued walking towards and then up the stairs to the attic where Akira was staying. Akechi went back to washing dishes, stifling a laugh when he heard the telltale sound of crashing and thumping as the package pile no doubt collapsed again upstairs.

 In theory, Ryuji’s plan was simple, so simple it was flawless. So how the eff did he keep on messing up?

 Sure dropping all the presents on the floor and waking Akira from his nap had meant that he wasn’t able to sneak mistletoe up on the beam by Akira’s desk but still, that’s what his back up plans were for. But yesterday he and Akira had been under the holiday decoration at a nearby store and when Ryuji had turned to point it out to Akira, his boyfriend had somehow managed to teleport himself to the other side of the store, examining a small cat costume. Admittedly imagining Morgana in the costume had raised his spirits but this wasn’t the first time Akira somehow managed to wiggle his way out from under the mistletoe with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that Akira’s had given Ann a kiss on the check when they were caught under one together, Ryuji would be convinced that Akira was just flat out avoiding them. But he wasn’t and that somehow made it worse.

 On Thursday, Ryuji had planned everything out, putting mistletoe near the entry to the attic and  of course as soon as he and Akira were about to reach the final step together, Mona slipped between them causing Ryuji to lose his balance, fall into his boyfriend and then tumble onto the attic floor, a few steps away from the mistletoe.

 On Friday, first Akira and Ann were stuck under the mistletoe, and then Futaba and Makoto, and then Ryuji and Ann, who had blown him a kiss and giggled at his frustration.

 On Saturday the worst happened when the mistletoe that Ryuji had strategically placed disappeared right when Akira and him were perfectly situated underneath it. Ryuji kicked over a chair (and then sheepishly picked it back up) when Yusuke told him that the mistletoe made the scene “off balance” and so he had moved it to “improve the composition” or whatever fancy art words he’d used.

 Akira sleeplily blinked up at him as he shuffled the present pile near the small decorated tree in the attic.

“Ryuji? What time is it?” Akira asked, voice groggy with sleep. Behind him Morgana let out a low grumble that was either a complaint or insult or possibly both.

Ryuji shrugged, Akira had a hellish work schedule the past few days so he could comfortably take Christmas Eve off.

“I’m not sure, late probably because Akechi seemed like he was closing. But you should go back to sleep.”

“-m not tired” Was Akira’s reply, slightly muffled under blankets. Ryuji sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Listen, you and I know that Makoto might kill you if you sleep through the party tomorrow so go back to sleep dude”.

Ryuji heard some more muffled grumbling before Akira poked his head out from the covers.

“Your worse than Mona.” he replied sticking his tongue out, “but I am really tired and I did promise Yusuke I’d help him look over the decorations tomorrow, so see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” Ryuji replied, leaning over to give Akira a brief forehead kiss before standing.

 12/23/xx 9:00 pm

Ryuji : ANNNNNN

Ann: wat

Ryuji: i think Akira’s psychic

Ann: ?

Ann: explain

Ryuji : avoids mistletoe better than palace shadows

Ann: lol. Why don’t you just ask him for a kiss under the mistletoe

Ryuji : nah, that’s not romantic or smooth at all!

#1 Best Hacker: >implying that u can be smooth

Ryuji: what the eff futaba stop eavesdropping, aren’t u supposed to be wrapping presents or something

#1 Best Hacker : no, already finished

#1 Best Hacker: >:3

Ann : u just put them all in gift bags didn’t u?

#1 Best Hacker is offline

Ann: just grab him and give him a smooch Ryuji, you can do it

Ryuji: ...

 Ryuji sighed setting his phone down and throwing his arm over his eyes. Two days left ‘til Christmas and all his plans for getting Akira under the mistletoe had failed. The guy just had an uncanny ability to dodge and duck out of any place with mistletoe in it before Ryuji got there. Whatever, tomorrow was Christmas Eve and the party they’d been planning he’d get his mistletoe kiss or die trying. Resolve set, Ryuji rolled over on his side, falling into a peaceful sleep.

 Futaba walked into Leblanc just in time to catch Akira posing with his arms in the air, completely covered in tinsel as Yusuke circled him trying to add to his masterpiece and Akechi surreptitiously tried to take photos on his phone. On the side Makoto was standing worriedly by occasionally taking a worried step forward to break them up and then stepping back as she thought better of it.

 Her phone dinged as Akechi sent out a picture of Akira covered in the glittery decoration to the group chat. She plopped herself down on the booth next to him.

“They been at it for awhile?” She asked scooting over to him to grab a handful of mixed nuts on the table.

“At least an hour” Akechi replied, “I got here an hour ago with Makoto and they were already like that”.

Group Chat

Akechi : [pic]

Ryuji : Oi tell Yusuke the decorations go on the furniture not my boyfriend.

Ann : oo tell Yusuke to add more red

Haru : oh no

Ryuji: Ann no! Tell Akira I’m coming to rescue him rn

 “Akira, your knight in shining armor is coming to save you!” Futaba called out, laughing as Yusuke let out an “excuse me” and Akira let out a grateful smile.

 By the time Haru arrived the decorations had been thankfully, put up in more traditional places with Yusuke instead choosing to fiddle with the tree ornaments.

“Hi everyone, sorry I’m late, the meeting took longer than anticipated.”

She was greeted with various hello’s as she took in the state of the cafe.

Akechi was smooshed in the corner of a booth with both Makoto and Ann fiddling with braids in his hair and talking animatedly to each other. Ryuji was cuddled next to Akira, manga in hand as Akira read over his shoulder. She took a seat next to Futaba who was tapping away on her phone on a bar stool.

 “Okay coffee and hot chocolate are done so if anyone wants any come get it” Sojiro stated passing out drinks to everyone.

 “You know”, Haru started after everyone was sitting comfortably around, warm drinks in hand, “It’s been a long time since I was able to celebrate a holiday like this, dad was always working or he’d go to really official fancy parties to rub elbows with politicians, so I guess I just wanted to say thanks.”

For a moment the group fell silent, then Akechi opened his mouth,

“I -uh never really celebrated at the orphanage, or had actual friends to celebrate with. It means a lot that after everything that happened, everything I did, you all accepted me and helped me recover. So I… thanks” Akechi trailed off, taking a sip of his coffee.

 Ryuji wasn’t sure who started sniffling, probably Ann, although she would definitely slug him if he pointed that out.

The next few minutes where filled with a combination of hugs and sniffles as the group consoled each other.

 As the party wound down, the members took their leave one by one, first with Makoto and Akechi who both mentioned wanting to be home in time to surprise Sae with some presents, then Haru who drove Ann home since Ann was complaining about being too full to move. Next was Yusuke, who after staring fondly at the “Sayori” for awhile stated that he had to get back to his dorms.

Finally the only ones left were Morgana, Futaba, Ryuji and Akira. And then, Futaba scooped up Morgana (despite his protests) and waved goodbye to Ryuji and Akira. It was around this time that Ryuji became acutely aware that one) it was christmas eve and two) with all the celebration going on he’d forgotten about the mistletoe. He reached into his back pocket frantically, and when he didn’t find the sprig he’d been carrying with him he began searching through his jacket pockets.

“Ugh for reals?” he exclaimed as he came up empty.

“Hmm did you misplace something?” Akira asked, carrying over another cup of hot chocolate for Ryuji.

“N-no, it’s nothing” Ryuji stammered, blushing at being caught

Akira looked at him a twinkle in his eye.

“Hmm could it be that you’re missing this?” He replied dangling the mistletoe above their head.

“Wha-?” Ryuji’s question was stifled as Akira leaned over, pressing his lips to Ryuji’s.

“Merry Christmas Ryuji” Akira stated, laughing at Ryuji’s gobsmacked expression.

“You, you- When did you?” Ryuji questioned looking at Akira with an adorably confused expression.

“Well  you seemed disappointed that we didn’t get to have a kiss under the mistletoe and I may or may not have found this in your back pocket so...” Akira trailed off as Ryuji reached up and grabbed the mistletoe from Akira.

“Merry Christmas Akira.” Ryuji replied, leaning over to give Akira another kiss.

Ryuji: I did it!!!!

Ann: good job

#1 Best Hacker : we poppin’ the biggest bottles

Ryuji: Hey what’d i say about eavesdropping

#1 Best Hacker: :3c

[tcm--holland]

project // peter parker

request from @emarvil: Hi!! I love your writing! Could you please do a fix where tom is your brothers best friend and like you only see him when he comes over to hang out with your brother and he's in the grade above you at school but like it turns into something rly cute??? Not sure I made sense... anyways can you also add me to the tag list for threat bc that shit is GOLD

word count: 1.6k

a/n: tysm for the request! this was adorable hjasghkjsf and i’m so glad you loved threat!!! lol enjoy this little unedited fic <3333

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Dinner is always the most boring part of your day. Your parents have a conversation about work, and then they ask how your and your brother’s day went. You’ve tried to escape upstairs with your plate of food numerous times, but your mother always makes you come down and sit at the table. It’s precious family time, she’ll say. It’s a bonding experience. Yeah, right. There’s just so much bonding going on at this silent table.

Your brother speaks up as you’re shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes into your mouth. “Mom, is it cool if Peter comes over tomorrow? We have to do a project.” Upon hearing this, you choke a little. Everyone turns to look at you.

“Sorry,” you mutter, gulping down some water. Peter hasn’t been over in nearly a month, and you hardly see him at school. You’re a freshman and he’s a sophomore, and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t think twice about you.

You vividly remember the first time you saw Peter. It was your first day of high school, and you were wandering around campus trying to find where the hell E312 was. You were already nervous enough as it was, and suddenly you were frozen in an empty hallway, paralyzed by fear. You were going to be late to class if you didn’t figure out where you were supposed to go soon. You could feel the hopeless tears starting to well up in your eyes when you heard someone call out to you. You turned around, and there he was.

Standing there with tousled golden brown hair and bright eyes was Peter Parker. He was in a Star Wars t-shirt and jeans, but you’d never seen anyone pull it off so well. He asked if you were lost, and you nearly said that you were lost in his eyes. He told you exactly where to go, and smiled at you before he walked away. Granted, you were still late to your class (turns out it was on the opposite end of campus), but didn’t even care anymore.

And then he befriended your brother in World History, and he came over for the first time. You had come into your brother’s room wearing your embarrassing middle school gym shorts and a hoodie to ask him for math help. And he was just sitting on the floor, looking down at some homework. Immediately, you turned around and left before he could see you, cheeks flaming. Ever since then, you looked forward to the days that he came over. You’d constantly make excuses for passing by your brother’s room, walking back and forth. Peter would smile at you each time, and you always returned it sheepishly.

It’s been forever since he’s been over, and now you can...keep walking past your brother’s room obsessively. You know it’s pathetic, but you can’t help yourself. It’s like you forget your own name each time you see him, and when he talks to you, you remember again.

“Which Peter is that, again?” Your dad asks as he spoons more rice onto his plate.

“Dad, there’s only one Peter.” Your brother sighs.

“Really? Hm. I must be thinking of Paul, then.”

“Only one of those, too…” He mumbles. You quickly finish your dinner and excuse yourself to your room. You hop around in excitement for a few seconds, and then realize you need a cool outfit to come home in.

You go through different outfits? A dress? No, that’s too out of the ordinary for you. Maybe a skirt...ugh, no, it doesn’t look good on you anymore. In the end, you settle for a something simple: black shorts and a tank top. The tank top is Spider-Man themed, custom made in your art class. You’re very proud of it. And to go on top, your royal blue school sweater.

You turn back to the rest of your room to find it a mess. Clothes and shoes are strewn everywhere. Obviously, it all has to look clean for the three seconds that Peter will spend passing by your room to get to your brother’s. Groaning, you begin to clean up.

That night, you go to bed with a smile. You can hardly sleep, you’re so excited. But the next day goes by surprisingly quickly, and you nearly forget about Peter. You’re busy at lunch finishing your English homework early, and your classes are filled with work. So by the time you bike home, you pleasantly recall that Peter’s coming over. You rush up to your room to make sure your room looks okay, and then finish up the homework you didn’t get done at school already.

By the time you hear the front door unlock, you have absolutely nothing to do. You hear the conversation drifting from downstairs.

“Dude, it’s been forever since we last hung out. How did you get so busy?”

“Well, you know, with the Stark internship and everything...it’s been pretty crazy.” Peter chuckles a little.

“Right, forgot about that. How’s your aunt doing?”

“She’s good. We’re good. Last year was really tough on her, but...yeah.”

You hear footsteps come up the stairs and quickly pick up the book beside you, pretending to read. You glance up over the top of your book to see Peter and your brother, heading to his room with Cokes in hand.

“Hey, Y/N,” Peter greets. You smile back, not trusting yourself to say anything. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing together slightly as he looks at you. “Are you reading that upside down?”

Your eyes widen slightly when you see that the text is, indeed, upside down. “U-Uh…” You quickly try to think of an excuse. “Normal books are getting too boring for me. So, to keep up my reading comprehension, I’m trying it out.” You mentally facepalm at this. Is that the best you could think of.

Peter gives you an amused smile. “Right,” he says, but before you can say anything else, he’s gone. You spent the next few minutes wallowing in embarrassment before getting up to go get a drink.

You return with a mug of white tea, prepared to walk past your brother’s room. As you do, you see Peter mutter something to your brother. He considers it for a second and then looks at you. You stop as your brother starts talking. “Did you do all your homework?”

“Uh...yeah...why?” You take a sip, glancing at Peter. He’s chewing on the back of his pencil as he watches. Why is it so cute when he does that?

“Peter thinks you could help us out if you have nothing else to do. Who knows, maybe you could learn a thing or two before you take this class next year.” He shrugs, expecting you to say no.

“Yeah, sure!” You say, almost too excited. Your brother gives you a suspicious look. “I mean, I’m a sucker for history.” You really are, you find it fascinating. You step inside and slide off your shoes to get to work.

You find yourself sneaking glances at Peter at every possible opportunity. But just as he turns his attention to you, you look away, rubbing the back of your neck. You tie your hair in a ponytail before you sketch out the lettering for the title. Peter watches in interest.

“You’re good at that,” he says, and you look up to meet his eyes. A shy blush coats your cheeks.

“I’m taking art,” you explain with a nonchalant shrug. Inside, you’re screaming because he complimented you. You stay silent as you work, listening to Peter and your brother lightly chat. You slide off your sweater as sunlight begins to stream into the room.

“Y-You like Spider-Man?” Peter purses his lips to hide a smile. You’re confused for a second before you glance down at your tank top.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s pretty cool.” Your brother snorts at this.

“Y/N’s obsessed with him. She came home one day after school and she wouldn’t stop talking about how she saw Spider-Man save an old lady or something. And ever since then, she’s been crazy about it. I don’t get it.” You shoot him a glare.

“I’m not crazy. I just…”

“Have an appreciation for a neighborhood superhero that just wants to do good?” Peter says, a hopeful look on his face.

“Exactly!” You exclaim, grinning.

“Hey, Pete, don’t you, like, know Spider-Man? Maybe you could hook something up with my sister here.” Your eyes widen at this, and you open your mouth to speak.

Peter beats you to it. “Okay, first of all, I met him. Once. I wouldn’t know where to find him even if I wanted to.” Your face drops slightly at this. He sees this and adds quickly, “But...I mean, I’ll see what I can do.”

The smile quickly returns to your face at this. “That’s amazing, thank you! You’re the best!” You feel the urge to throw your arms around him, but you resist since your brother’s here.

A while later, you’re making finishing touches. The project looks pretty amazing, thanks to your skills. Your brother leaves to recycle the soda cans and bring up new ones, leaving you and Peter alone. You’re leaned over the project, wisps of hair escaping the ponytail. You finally sit up and glance at Peter, who’s been looking at you. You offer a small smile, and he gives you one back. Your heart hammers in your chest as he reaches over and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

When you breath out, it comes out a bit shaky. You finish off your tea to try and calm down, and when you look up, his eyes are still on you. You swallow and find yourself leaning into him. Your faces are just a few inches apart and your hand is on his knee. You hear footsteps start coming up the stairs and you jump away from him. Both of you are grinning widely by the time your brother comes back in. He sees you two and frowns slightly.

“Did I miss something?”

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Lab Mates

Okay, I decided to post this here in case you don’t have access to AO3. I know this is a bit of self-promotion, but I’m really proud of this fic. And for some reason, you guys really like it, and it makes me SO HAPPY to give YOU a smile! There are too many sad things in the world right now, and I just want to make the world a little bit brighter.

Ten x Rose Martha Jones Rated All Ages University AU, Professor x Student AU (but no hanky panky), Lab Partners AU, texting fic, UST, mutual pining,

Tuesday September 27

8:42 pm - HoppingForMyLife Hi. Your lab partner here. Name’s Rose. You weren’t in lab when we were given partner assignments. So here’s me, and you have my text now. We need to get going on this project. Sounds like a bugger.

8:42 pm - Doctor10 ???? Which class ???? I’m taking 5 classes this term.

8:42 pm - HoppingForMyLife Blimey. 5? RLY? That’s a lot. I’m in 3. But it’s Psych 221 since you asked.

8:42 pm - Doctor10 Oops forgot that one. when/where?

8:43 pm - HoppingForMyLife Psych building, L400 T/Th 6:05

8:44 pm - Doctor10 Done and on my calendar C U tomorrow

8:44 pm - Doctor10 Thx

8:45 pm - HoppingForMyLife bye

oOo

8:45 pm - HoppingForMyLife Think I got a clunker of a psych lab partner

8:45 pm - PreMed&Dead BIGHUGS guy or girl?

8:45 pm - HoppingForMyLife dunno no profile pic on text. and forgot to ask name. who forgets first day of class? and who takes 5 classes?

8:46 pm - PreMed&Dead 5 classes????????? he’s either a genius or cray-cray.

8:46 pm - HoppingForMyLife gotta go m tired and have my first physics lecture @ 7 am. ugh ugh ugh ugh. :barf face: and i signed up for physics why?

8:46 pm - PreMed&Dead cuz Jack said the prof is hot and u need a science to grad

oOo

8:49 pm - HoppingForMyLife hello doctor10. forgot to ask your name.

8:50 pm - HoppingForMyLife hello u there?

8:50 pm - HoppingForMyLife i’ll see you tomorrow. I’m blonde and wear a pink hoodie.

oOo

Thursday September 29

7:35 pm - HoppingForMyLife partner no show. again. maybe dropped? only one person left to partner with. looks creepy. old guy. like 80. only has one eye - other one all covered with shrivelled up eyelid. :shudders sticker: and he talks to himself.

7:35 pm - PreMed&Dead sorry.

7:35 pm - HoppingForMyLife i don’t have an idea for the project either.

7:35 pm - PreMed&Dead you’ll think of one. more important is psychics prof as hot as Jack says?

7:35 pm - HoppingForMyLife YOU. HAVE. NO. IDEA. I’m still fanning myself. Good thing no teaching today because I didn’t hear a word he said. :heart eyes emoji:

7:35 pm - PreMed&Dead Niiiiiiice

7:35 pm - HoppingForMyLife u still at SBux? i took pic of him and he may or may not be my homescreen pic

7:36 pm - PreMed&Dead hot for teacher?

7:36 pm - HoppingForMyLife ha ha. thx for ear worm Mar. c u in 10 and if u r good will show you the pic of my future husband.

oOo

Friday September 30

8:05 am - HoppingForMyLife martha! helpmehelpmehelpme i just got out of my physics lecture and i’m dead i’m dead i’m dead and in love or maybe lust how am i ever going to pass physics when the prof is so gorgeous that i just can’t even… all i do is stare at his lips and hips and his hair and guh. everything. he talks and talks and talks and all i hear is the ringing in my ears from the blood rushing from my brain. except when i’m listening to his velvet voice of sex. and he wears these glasses. and a suit. and it’s tight. and his tie. i just want to grab it and pull him down to my lips. i’mdeaddeaddeaddead

8:05 am - PreMed&Dead At least you’ll die… happy?????

8:05 am - HoppingForMyLife here’s a new pic. rear view. i will be forever thankful that he uses an old fashioned chalkboard instead of smartboard.

8:05 am - PreMed&Dead :drooling:

8:06 am - HoppingForMyLife did i tell you I’m gonna marry him?

8:06 am - PreMed&Dead a time or ten. but what if he’s a jerk? or dull? physics, Rose. pretty dull stuff.

8:06 am - HoppingForMyLife impossible.

8:06 am - PreMed&Dead heard from psych lab deadbeat?

8:06 am - HoppingForMyLife nope. sigh…

oOo

Tuesday October 4

8:10 pm - HoppingForMyLife Doctor10, i rllllly need to know if you are still in psych lab. u have missed 3 labs now. Need new partner if u dropped.

8:10 pm - Doctor10 I. Am. SO. SO. SOOOOOOOO SORRY. Got tied up with papers. can we meet today? i promise i am a responsible adult AND i’m a genius.

8:11 pm - HoppingForMyLife humble too. maybe psych test subject should be u? god complex? u r taking 5 classes after all.

8:11 pm - Doctor10 u wound me :brokenheart:

8:11 pm - HoppingForMyLife let’s meet today. library?

8:11 pm - Doctor10 my second home. i’m already there. on second floor. i have a standing reservation for study room 2B.

8:12 - HoppingForMyLife ok if I come over now?

8:12 - Doctor10 yep. looking forward to meeting you. oh, and I’m John by the way.

8:12 - HoppingForMyLife Hello John. :goofy tongue smiley:

8:13 - Doctor10 Goodbye Rose. :happy smiley:

oOo

10:32 - HoppingForMyLife i have a problem. world-ending bad.

10:33 - PreMed&Dead Adam got that promotion to shift manager and you’ll have to work for him?

10:33 - HoppingForMyLife worse. much worse.

10:33 - PreMed&Dead SPILL

10:34 - HoppingForMyLife met my lab partner.

10:35 - PreMed&Dead one-eyed guy?

10:35 - HoppingForMyLife Gorgeous physics prof.

10:35 - PreMed&Dead . . .

10:35 - PreMed&Dead That IS bad.

10:35 - HoppingForMyLife And he’s not a dud. or a jerk. at least I don’t think he is. please don’t be please don’t be please don’t be.

10:36 - PreMed&Dead still gonna marry him?

10:36 - HoppingForMyLife yep.

oOo

Wednesday October 12

5:32 pm - Doctor10 Hello Rose Tyler. Something’s been bothering me since we met, and then again all during lab yesterday. and I’ve been thinking and thinking and thinking. And then it hit me. I know you. You’re in my intro to physics class! You always sit in the front row, right in the middle.

5:33 pm - HoppingForMyLife yep. that’s me.

5:33 pm - Doctor10 why didn’t you say something?

5:40 pm - HoppingForMyLife because I’ve requested a transfer out.

5:50 pm - Doctor10 Oh. Aren’t I a good professor? Am I boring? A dullard? Obtuse?

5:51 - HoppingForMyLife No. U R a great professor. I have a heavy class load and your class is very challenging.

5:51 pm - Doctor10 If you need help, I’m there for you! I have office hours! Come by any time!

5:55 pm - Doctor10 U there still?

5:55 pm - HoppingForMyLife Yeah.

5:55 pm - Doctor10 Is this because we’re lab partners? And you’re worried it’ll be awkward?

5:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife yes

5:56 pm - Doctor10 Don’t worry. I grade all of my assignments by student ID. Completely anonymous I don’t know whose paper is whose. And I’d miss your cheerful face every morning. :happy smiley:

6:02 pm - HoppingForMyLife I’ll think about it.

oOo

6:03 pm - HoppingForMyLife Heeeeeeelllllllp

6:03 pm - PreMed&Dead Again? What’s up with Prof SexyHair this time?

6:04 pm - HoppingForMyLife I got a 52 on my first physics assignment. I can’t concentrate.

6:05 pm - PreMed&Dead You HAVE to go to his office hours Rose!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Imagine he’s one eyed creepy guy.

6:06 pm - HoppingForMyLife :headbanging on desk gif:

6:07 pm - PreMed&Dead You can do it. You can do it. I’m here for you. You can do it.

oOo

Friday October 14

8:34 pm - Doctor10 I have an idea for our project.

8:34 pm - HoppingForMyLife another one? this is your 5th i think.

8:34 pm - Doctor10 8th idea. double-blind of course. NO! triple-blind.

8:35 pm - HoppingForMyLife triple? I don’t think that’s a thing. r u always such an overachiever?

8:35 pm - Doctor10 i take my work seriously Rose Tyler.

8:35 pm - HoppingForMyLife so what’s your brilliant idea?

oOo

Sunday October 23

6:30 pm - PreMed&Dead What did Dr. SexySuit say when you asked him why he’s taking classes when he’s already a professor AND has a PhD? And why psych??? He’s a physicist.

6:30 pm - HoppingForMyLife Said he wanted another degree. His third. THIRD. that’s 3. And you know what this one is in? Fine Arts! He’s taking history of medieval choral music, classical sculpture, and learning how to play the pipe organ. And modern dance.

6:31 pm - PreMed&Dead WHUT?

6:31 pm - HoppingForMyLife The psych class is so that he can “better understand the human condition and transfer that into my study of the physical world.” That’s a quote.

6:32 pm - PreMed&Dead If you weren’t so in love with him, I’d hit that. In fact, don’t turn your back, Rose. I might try anyway.

6:52pm - HoppingForMyLife :side eyes smiley:

6:32 pm - PreMed&Dead JK

6:32 pm - HoppingForMyLife Like I would ever even have a chance with him. He’s probably got some amazing girlfriend with a PhD or two just like him.

6:33 pm - PreMed&Dead Has he ever mentioned anyone Rose?

6:33 pm - HoppingForMyLife No. But I’ve never asked either.

oOo

Wednesday October 26

8:04 pm - HoppingForMyLife Martha, the subject actually moaned. MOANED. And it wasn’t the first time. i didn’t mention it before because i thought it was an anomaly. thought maybe she had indigestion or something.

8:04 pm - PreMed&Dead And tell me again why you agreed to this particular study?

8:04 pm - HoppingForMyLife How was I supposed to know that the test subjects would get so worked up! Right there in the lab! Doesn’t anyone have any self-control? I’d be humiliated if I moaned as a test subject during a psych experiment! It sounded completely innocent when he described it!! Well, not completely innocent. But my point stands. Moaning. And panting. In a lab. In front of people. It’s just chocolate! And a piece of silk!

8:05 pm - PreMed&Dead Uh, and handcuffs. And a blindfold. And didn’t you tell me you had a dream about that very same chocolate and a silk necktie and handcuffs and blindfold and Prof SexySpecs just the other night?

8:05 pm - HoppingForMyLife :blushing smiley: Maybe we should add a second element? Put him behind one-way glass?

8:05 pm - PreMed&Dead Results are results. And science doesn’t lie. It’s all about the data Rose.

oOo

Thursday November 3

9:00 pm HoppingForMyLife Moaning Myrtle is 10 for 10. That’s not her name of course. Just for the record. You reading this MI-5?

9:01 pm PreMed&Dead :smiling in sunglasses emoji: At least your results data are consistent.

9:01 pm HoppingForMyLife I sorta just roll my eyes now. Not sure I’d fare any better. He didn’t wear a tie today. Had this layered t-shirt and henley thing happening. And cut his hair shorter in back and spiked it up front. It. Is. HOT.

9:01 pm PreMed&Dead I dare you to give it a good tug.

9:01 pm HoppingForMyLife In my dreams. He doesn’t have a girlfriend BTW. Told me that today.

9:02 pm PreMed&Dead And you’re just telling me this NOW?

9:02 pm HoppingForMyLife He asked me if I had a boyfriend, and I said no. And then he tells me he’s not seeing anyone either. I just stood there chewing my stupid lip. Didn’t say a thing. And then he turned around and left.

9:02 pm PreMed&Dead Oh Rose. sigh

oOo

Wednesday November 30

5:05 pm - HoppingForMyLife I GOT A 98 ON MY PHYSICS EXAM!

5:05 pm - PreMed&Dead You go girl! :party emoji:

5:05 pm - HoppingForMyLife He’s a really great teacher. And I mean that. He helped me understand something that was a complete mystery.

oOo

Wednesday December 1

6:02 am - HoppingForMyLife Remember how I told you he’s been acting weird the past few days? really quiet. About 2 this morning, my mobile rings. It’s him. Middle. Of. The. Night. He asks me about my Christmas plans. If I’m staying in town, going back home, working… And then he asks me if I’m taking physics winter term.

6:02 am - PreMed&Dead Like a real live voice? Not a text?

6:02 am - HoppingForMyLife TALKING in that amazing gorgeous sexy voice of his. I tell him I’m staying around to work until Christmas Eve and that I have a psych internship planned, and no physics cuz I need to focus on my major and he says oh good. and then he hangs up.

6:03 am - PreMed&Dead Just hangs up?

6:03 am - HoppingForMyLife Just hangs up.

6:03 am - PreMed&Dead Ask him what he’s doing over Christmas.

6:03 am - HoppingForMyLife I can’t do that.

6:03 am - PreMed&Dead Yes you can.

6:04 am - HoppingForMyLife He. Is. My. Professor.

6:04 am - PreMed&Dead It. Is. A. Conversation. AND he is your LAB PARTNERRRRRRR.

oOo

Saturday December 3

11:05 pm - HoppingForMyLife I sent you the data did u get it?

11:05 pm - Doctor10 Yep

11:05 pm - HoppingForMyLife And… ????????

11:06 pm - Doctor10 Not the results I expected.

11:06 pm - HoppingForMyLife How’s that? We proved the theory. Did you want to disprove it or something?

11:11 pm - HoppingForMyLife U there?

11:11 pm - Doctor10 Yep.

11:13 pm - Doctor10 I have some thinking to do. We can start working on the conclusion piece tomorrow.

11:13 pm - HoppingForMyLife K. Bye.

11:13 pm - Doctor10 Nighty-night sleep tight with sweet chocolate dreams. I know I will.

11:15 pm - Doctor 10 For the past 8 weeks it’s been chocolate chocolate chocolate.

oOo

11:17 pm - HoppingForMyLife Martha. MARTHA. Look what he just texted me.

11:17 pm - HoppingForMyLife :screenshot:

11:17 pm - HoppingForMyLife What does that even mean? HE. IS. KILLING. ME. And I think he’s clueless, too. He’s been as friendly as can be. FRIENDLY. And now this. Is it flirty? Or friendly? It’s all how you read it.

11:17 pm - PreMed&Dead he’s a professor and you are his student. Assume it is friendly. Now what the two of you get up to in your dreams… :saucy wink smiley: :smiling devil smiley: :chocolate bar emoji:

11:18 - HoppingForMyLife :heart eyes smiley:

11:18 - PreMed&Dead Still gonna marry him?

11:18 - HoppingForMyLife yep.

oOo

11:25 - PreMed&Dead Rose… did you notice the timestamps between the last two messages???????!!!!!!!!

11:25 - HoppingForMyLife So?

11:25 - PreMed&Dead You’re the psych major. You figure it out.

11:25 - HoppingForMyLife 11:13 nighty night 11:15 chocolate chocolate chocolate :wide eyed blushing smiley: Was he flirting with me?

11:25 - PreMed&Dead :rolling eyes gif:

11:25 - HoppingForMyLife HE WAS flirting with me. I didn’t respond, and he backpedaled. I am such an idiot.

11:25 - PreMed&Dead You may be an idiot, but there are only one week of classes left. In one week the two of you can be idiots together.

oOo

Saturday December 10

4:55 pm - HoppingForMyLife Professor Smith. This is a physics thing. Not a psych thing. And I apologize if this isn’t appropriate. I mean texting you because we’ve only ever texted for psych. Never for physics.

4:55 pm - Doctor10 I don’t see a problem Ms. Smith. :regular smiley:

4:55 pm - Doctor10 HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA MS. TYLER. T Y L E R. :regular smiley: :regular smiley: Damn autocorrect.

4:55 pm - Doctor10 HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

4:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife ha ha ha. I wanted to thank you for all of your help. I couldn’t have passed your class without it, let alone with a 95.

4:56 pm - Doctor10 You were the 95! Only gave 2 grades above a 90. Brilliant! I knew you had it in you! Congratulations! You deserve a celebration! :balloons and confetti gif:

4:56 pm - Doctor10 Taking off Professor Hat putting on Psych Lab Partner Hat. ROSE TYLER! WE GOT PERFECT MARKS ON OUR CHOCOLATE STUDY!

4:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife WE DID???????!!!!!! How’d you find out?!!!!????!!!!!! I didn’t think the final grade would be released for a week.

4:56 pm - Doctor10 I may have used my Professor Smith powers of genius to get into the grading system. Shhhhhh! Don’t tell anyone.

4:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife I won’t. YAY! HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS!

4:56 - HoppingForMyLife And those text hugs are to you as my lab mate, not to you as my professor. In case anyone’s reading this.

4:56 - Doctor10 Molto bene.

oOo

4:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife calmingbreathcalmingbreath. Read this screenshot

4:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife :screen shot of conversation with the 'Ms. Smith' typo circled in red:

4:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife :X eyes emoji face: I’m dead. DEAD. What do I say to this? Just a typo? But his HAHAHAHAs! He's obviously embarrassed. And then the two smileys! They are casual smileys! Not embarrassed smileys!

4:57 pm - PreMed&Dead two things come to mind. 1: he has practice written your name so many times as Ms. Smith on his three ring notebook and put hearts around it along with JS + RT = LOVE that it is second nature to write Ms. Smith. Or...... He has Freudian slipped Ms. Smith so many times that he can't even type Rose Tyler anymore. Because there is no possible way that TYLER would EVAH autocorrect to SMITH.

4:57 pm - PreMed&Dead or it could be a third thing. He's subtly proposing. You have told me about a billion times that you're going to marry him, you know.

4:58 pm - HoppingForMyLife Ha ha ha ha. So not autocorrect?

4:58 pm - PreMed&Dead :Antione's You're So Dumb gif:

4:59 pm - HoppingForMyLife  A+ gif usage. That’s my fave gif. Hide yo kids hide yo wife hide yo kids hide yo wife

4:59 pm - PreMed&Dead Thx for the earworm. We gon find you we gon find you

4:59 pm - PreMed&Dead And by the way, YOU ARE SOOOOO IN LOVE

4:59 pm - HoppingForMyLife (((whispering))) I may have text-hugged him too.

5:00 pm - HoppingForMyLife :screen shot of hugging part of the conversation:

5:00 pm - HoppingForMyLife But only cos we nailed the project.

5:00 pm - PreMed&Dead Riiiiiight. text hugs. cos they don’t count. :massive eye rolling emoji:

5:00 pm - HoppingForMyLife Wish you were here so I could hug YOU.

5:00 pm - PreMed&Dead Awwwwwww.... Hugs right back. See? text hugs are real.

5:00 pm - HoppingForMyLife I AM pretty proud though. didn’t even’t think I’d pass physics. He told me I deserved a celebration. he’s right! I do deserve a pint or two! He said he didn't know that the one 95 that he gave in his class was to me. Only had two students even in the 90s.

5:01 pm - PreMed&Dead Here’s what you’re gonna do. Tell him you’ve taken his advice and you’re gonna celebrate passing physics AND for getting perfect marks on your psych project with some friends you down at McKenzie’s. But we will come later. But don’t tell him that. And we’ll come down when you text. If you even WANT us there.

5:01 pm - HoppingForMyLife I’m biting my fingernails. Literally.

5:01 pm - PreMed&Dead Don’t. Now put on that sexy red wrap dress and keep my posted.

5:01 pm - HoppingForMyLife Wish me luck.

oOo

4:56 pm - HoppingForMyLife Hi. I’ve decided to take your suggestion and celebrate. Both things. Physics AND Psych. I’ve invited some friends to meet me at that pub on the corner of Winston and Main. McKenzie’s. You know that one, right? And I think I’ll arrive around 8:00.

4:56 pm - Doctor10 That is an excellent plan. 8:00 is a fine hour to start a celebration.

oOo

8:25 pm - HoppingForMyLife He’s didn’t come, Martha. :single tear emoji: I suppose he was just being friendly. And stupid. And perfect. And flirty. And one of those blokes who is clueless about his effect on women.

8:25 pm - PreMed&Dead I’m sorry. :hugging friends emoji:

8:25 pm - Doctor10 Rose… I’m a bit embarrassed, and nervous to ask this if i’m being honest because I have no idea what you are going to say. Here goes. can I come to your party?

8:25 pm - HoppingForMyLife Standby Mar! He just texted me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8:26 pm - PreMed&Dead SQUEEEEE!!

8:26 pm - HoppingForMyLife You want to come?

8:26 pm - Doctor10 Only if you want me to come.

8:26 pm - HoppingForMyLife  I'd like you to come

8:26 pm - Doctor10 OK. Good. I’d like come too. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

8:26 pm - HoppingForMyLife HE’S COMING. I REALLY didn’t think he would. Maybe I was too subtle with my hint. My heart is pounding. :red heart emoji: :red heart emoji: :red heart emoji: What do I do Martha???????

8:26 pm - Doctor10 Rose ????????? You really thought I wouldn’t come????????? Of course I’m coming!!!!! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!

8:26 pm - HoppingForMyLife Oops. I sent that text to wrong person.

8:26 pm - Doctor10 Your heart isn’t the only one that’s pounding. :red heart emoji: :blushing smiley emoji: Look behind you.

“Rose Tyler. It needs to be said. I am really glad that this term is over. You are very distracting. Why do you think I spent so much time with my back to the class writing on the chalkboard? I have every single lecture committed to memory, but the words evaporated from my very big brain every time I looked at you.”

“I didn’t really mind the view. Oh, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Cheeky, Ms. Smith. And I thought I might die every single time you ate a piece of chocolate. Did you know that you make sounds when you eat chocolate?”

oOo

9:02 - HoppingForMyLife He brought me flowers. And twenty bars of chocolate.

9:02 - PreMed&Dead You are SO going to marry him.

The End.

[weepingcoffeestudentfromhell]

Micha and Catherine become Opera singers. . .

CHAPTER SIX:

Micha and Catherine become Opera singers. . .

Third Person's Pov.

ONE MONTH LATER

>>>>>

It has been one month since Catherine's first day at school. Her and Anna have grown a little closer, they're practically sisters now, and them and Cedar have become an amazing trio.

Another trio Cat was in, was with Micha and Louise(Louy), who quickly decided that CAtherine was cool enough to hang with them. They've spent lunch and free periods together, have gone on some trips around New York together, and even saw a broadway show together. In some of their presentations Catherine quickly (and thankfully) found out that they really could act, and they could do it well.

Yet no matter how close they grew through, Cedar and Anna were even closer to her. After the whole weird incident with the waitress at the dish, it only happened a few more times with some people in public, and each time Anna and Cedar gave Catherine another sad excuse and cold shoulder, which dampened her mood for a while.

Soon enough Annabeth became less worried on seeing Percy, and more worried about Catherine. She reminded her so much of Percy, that it was almost scary. Catherine's eyes were now turning a deep muddy emerald green, and with her dark brown hair, Annabeth was reminded of her boyfriend everyday. Cedar said her scent has almost grown stronger since moving here, and more and more monsters were popping up each day.

This school had become to open and too dangerous, they needed to get Cat to Camp, and soon. . .

>>>>>

Catherine's Pov.

"Catherine over here!"

I look up from my history of musicals book, by E. Hartman, and see Micha, Louise, Anna, and Cedar all sitting at our usual table under the oak tree.

Micha stood above them all, waving me over.

I laughed as Louy decided to tickle her as she waved and she squealed before falling off the table bench. Louise was laughing so hard, until Micha grabbed him and he fell off the bench and into the puddle next to the table.

Everyone was laughing by the time I walked across the courtyard and to the table.

"Isn't it a little too cold to be out here?" I asked as I shivered and took a seat next to Cedar.

He greeted me with a small smile as he chewed on the edge of his plastic cup. I always found him chewing on odd things like plates and paper over the past few weeks, and whenever I asked him about it he always told me it was just a way he deals with his anxiety.

"Nah, look there's like four other groups of kids out here," Micha gestured to the two other tables filled with a group of about three kids, which wasn't that much. "but they were all smart enough to wear their jackets, unlike some little miss, 'I look awful in jackets here'."

I smiled sheepishly as she gestured to my shivering form.

I always loved the uniforms here, but the jackets were just too itchy and ugly. I don't usually care for my appearance, but whenever I see that jacket on me, I get a different kind of shiver.

"Here you go doll." Louise chirped as he threw his heavy gray uniform jacket on me and I huffed at the added weight on my shoulders.

I then set my book on the table in front of me, and automatically Anna picked it up and began to flip through it.

"You'll read any book you can get your hands on, won't you?" I asked and she shrugged as she began to read the references.

"It's not my fault your always reading, I would get a headache if I read as much as you do." She shot back and smirked slightly when I pouted my lip playfully.

"Actually, I have been having some trouble reading, even in classes." I started and Anna looked up at me as her eyes widened slightly. "like the words get all jumbled up and my head starts to hurt trying to focus on them so hard." I sighed and looked down at my hands a little defeated.

"Maybe it has something to do with my eyes changing?" I asked and Anna shrugged her shoulders and looked away, but I could see some sort of thought forming in her head. .

"Maybe, or maybe you've actually been stressing yourself out too much," Micha leaned over the table and took the book from Anna. "And stop losing sleep over reading, you gotta live in the real world sometimes."

"But how, my life is so boring." I groaned and Louise chuckled.

"How is it boring when you have friends like us?" He poked my cheek and I huffed before slapping his hand away.

I then looked up at Cedar next to me and noticed that he had been uncharacteristically quiet this entire conversation.

"Hey." I mumbled and bumped his shoulder. "Everything okay?"

His eyes shot up and made contact with mine before looking away quickly.

"Oh, u-u-h yeah, ju-just thinking." he stumbled out and I saw him make eye contact with Anna, and I decided to leave our conversation at that.

After a while I learned to just ignore his weird stuttering and their odd side glances they always gave each other. He was just super paranoid and in his head all the time and Anna was always there to help him, I just really hoped that it wouldn't get him hurt someday.

"Oh, Cat have you heard the news yet?" Micha jumped up excitedly in her seat and we all looked over at her expectantly.

"No, what?" I asked and she took my hand, practically vibrating in excitement.

"Mademoiselle Marin Césaire is actually coming to the school this thursday for a huge meeting. She'll be talking about her latest performances, what movies she'll be doing next, and she even will be meeting some of the students in the BTA arts division, a.k.a. US!!!"

Micha's excitement began to rub off on me as a wide smile slowly made its way onto my face.

"What!?!" I practically screeched and held her by her shoulders. "Are you serious? You're not joking are you? Cause if you are I will kill you!"

She shook her head and raised both her hands in defense.

"All seriousness!" She shouted and we both squealled together.

I haven't felt that excited since I first got accepted into the school, and now I'm actually going to meet my idol, the owner of the school! How much more exciting could my life get!?!

"Guys, guys!" Anna screamed over our squealing and we both stopped to look at her pointing at the empty courtyard around us. "I think your scaring everyone around us."

We both looked around to see that most the kids were in fact gone now, and the only ones left were staring at us oddly as they slowly walked out of the courtyard.

"Sorry!" Micha called out and I chuckled as she shrugged her shoulders and got back to eating her wrap.

"I swear you two will shatter all the windows in this school someday." Louise shook his head and Micha and I both looked at each other with evil smiles.

"That's a plan." Micha lifter her hand up and we shook on it.

>>>>>

Third person's Pov.

"Cedar, we can't stay here any longer." Annabeth groaned as she paced the dimly lit halls between the girls and boys dorm. She had grabbed Cedar just before everyone was heading in for the night and she had hidden him and her in a dark hallway which no one ever walks down.

So now Cedar stood across from her, leaning against the wall, chewing nervously on a napkin that he had stashed somewhere in his pockets as Annabeth tried to wrap her mind around the mess they were in.

"I promised Chiron I wouldn't call for a while, but it has been a whole month." Annabeth continued and Cedar sighed and looked down at the ground. "I think we should call him again and see if we can bring her in. She's come too close to figuring some things out, and she's already getting all the signs."

Anna stopped pacing and looked up at Cedar expectantly, who gulped a bit of his shirt down before looking both ways down the hall, then back down at her.

"I actually have been picking up some weird smells ever since I got here, but I haven't been able to pinpoint who it is exactly, but now I'm sure it's one of the staff." Cedar whispered shakily and Annabeth sighed.

That's exactly what I feared." She leaned back and put her hands on her hips as she thought.

"Okay." She finally said after a few moments if silence and Cedar looked up exspectantly. "I don't care if the defenses are still bad, I'm giving Chiron a call and we're bringing Cat over tomorrow."

"Um, Annabeth, isn't tomorrow the assembly?" Cedar asked nervously and Annabeth closed her eyes with a groan.

"Then we'll stay here one more day, just for Catherine, but Friday, we are out of here, deal?" Annabeth raised a brow and Cedar nodded his head quickly and Annabeth sighed again. "Good, now get back to bed before it's lights out."

They both parted ways with a small good luck and Annabeth walked back to her dorm to see Cat laying on the couch, cuddled up with her book and some spilled tea next to her on the coffee table.

"Oh Cat." The blonde mumbled as she cleaned up the tea mess and threw a soft comforter over the brunettes shoulders. "I'm so sorry."

With that she left the girl to sleep, not before smiling at the fact she noticed that she drooled in her sleep.