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factorialsotherfandoms · 5 months

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WIP ask game again!! “xcomau Pac & Mike illegally and traumatically obtain their first (and only) legal job circa a year after "leaving" prison” illegal and traumatic job acquisition my beloved. what are the boys getting up to?

hehehehehe thank you curly for asking the thing I was baiting you to ask me even if you've already seen the WIP <3

This is a fic in which the boys have a terrible time! They are mostly getting up to crimes! Crimes including theft. And grievous bodily harm. You know. The usual. But they only escaped prison a few months ago, and they'd reeeeally like to stay low enough profile to not get arrested again, you know?

And I'll put the rest of the ramble and also a snippet under the cut so people can like judge for themselves spoilers. But then again it's backstory fic so spoilers basically is meaningless woo!

So. Pac and Mike are homeless, doing their thing, living low profile in an abandoned warehouse at the docks. As they do. They're not *healthy*, but they're getting by. Pac's shitty prosthetic badly needs replacing, Mike has plans, but no materials or workshop, you know all their usual problems. For sake of being warm and also their natural curiosity, they get fake student IDs just good enough to trick the electronic door locks and hand out in the uni library with so many science books, and make use of their showers (they found some old thrown out ones and via more traditional breaking and enterting got them reactivated). When feeling rich the laundrette. You know, that sort of thing.

And then shit happens. Shit here means aliens. Aliens first drop a device spewing a gas designed to knock people out (the aliens need you alive), so they can then inject people with a poison that causes them to become hosts to new aliens, which hatch when you die (this poison *is* fatal if untreated in most cases, unlike the knock out gas which is only fatal if you're unlucky or get overdosed - the babies need enough poison in enough of your body so your heart still needs to be beating for a good few minutes. As an aside, later on they just chase down and infect people, early on it's knock out first for larger numbers. Also some cities get zombie gas instead. Second aside! Obviously very young and old and people with lung conditions or heart conditions tend to die from the knockout gas anyway, but so do avians - bird people in this AU *usually* have a weakness to airborn toxins).

Pac and Mike are chilling in their abandoned warehouse when this goes down, get close enough to see, and then decide to fuck off. When the gas reaches them - it's a gas it spreads - the aliens needing hosts are already clambering around and Pac and Mike don't know what they are, but they do see them stabbing people. Realising they won't be conscious long, they duck into a building and hide. In the process Mike is injured, and ends up with a small - but non fatal and without eggs as it was just a scrape not a full injection - of the alien toxin.

They pass out while hiding, expecting to die and Mike having horrible symptoms. Pac, however, gets woken up by some cops, sent now the aliens are cleared out to collect bodies and assess damages and all. Everyone is a bit surprised by the alive - most people this close to the epicenter got eaten because yk they tried to run like *sensible* but also they were being herded to their deaths by aliens with decades of understanding of human psychology. But also why bother chasing these two when more over there?

Pac panics, give some of the fake IDs which actually hold up to scrutiny, and weaves a sob story about getting fired from his uni research position when he lost his leg due to unsafe equipment, and Mike quit in solidarity, and they've been struggling since. He's absolutely a biochemistry lecturer he promises. Makes some rambles about the poisons himself. (also would have stabbed them if he thought he could take both) (He does *not* tell the cops about Mike getting scratched, but does later tell the paramedic)

Like the cops don't actually care, but get them both to medical attention. Mike does eventually wake up, still having a bad time as poison nobody has really had a chance to study - but it is a thankfully lower does. The two of them try and treat it themselves as the doctors don't know so they're just trying whatever to help the symptoms, and do manage to stumble into something which... doesn't cure it entirely, but gets the poisoning under control enough his liver can deal with it. Or, more to the point, gets other symptoms under control.

This draws attention. TBH, their IDs and Pac's sob story and rambles about gas drew attention.

It's not the cops who come over, it's the military officials ringleading the operation. Pac and Mike - in their fake names - are sworn to secrecy, then invited to a new initiative - a legally not military but rather side governmental department with a specialised combat force to deal with the alien forces. And the officials are... well to the officials these are two homeless, desperate, and bright scientists. It does not take much carrot to get them. Can underpay them massively and still get the research done, unlike stealing an actual uni person.

Pac and Mike are desperate, yes, but resist for a bit. They're put up in a hotel once well enough, and are noticibly treated better than the others. They know it's bait. They know it's fucking bait.

... Their warehouse is destroyed and they were struggling for food anyway and this is likely to happen again and they're *tired*. They know its bait, they know its dangerous, they *know* they won't be treatde this well once they say yes.

But they do it anyway.

As you can see this is a logn fucking fic and I hate writing longfics hence it still being in the WIP folder lmao.

Here have the end of Pac lieing to cops to get what he needs from them.

It's as the cops glance at one another that Pac realises that that is not information most people would know. He and Mike do - similar chemicals are common in less ethical security systems - but…

Fuck, fuck he's being looked at now. Mike's still out of it, and he himself is still not all there. How can he…

"Sorry, er, sorry. I'm-" fuck what was the name on that id. Doesn't matter. "Department of biochem. Used to be. But…" he gestures at his leg. "Didn't have lifts, and still can't walk somedays. Mikey quit with me when they couldn't guarantee ground floor labs."

It doesn't seem to make the two any less curious, though something in their expressions shifts.

"We've got a medical post set up nearby," the woman says. "We can escort you-"

"I'm not leaving Mike," Pac cuts across her, the one thing that really matters. He says it, clings to Mike's sleeve, breathes a moment. Still here. Still here. Mike is still here. "And, I don't… I just woke up from it. I don't think i can stand."

His eyes flitter between the pair.

"We can carry you to the truck downstairs. One of the medics will take you from there," the gentleman says.

He doesn't trust it. Pac does not trust it. It's easy - too easy. THis pair wear police uniforms. They don't know who he is, the fake ID exists in the government databases, but it's too fucking easy. They shouldn't, he shouldn't… Are they recognised? Do they realise? He can't… What if they hurt Mike while he can't defend himself? You beat people if you catch them running, right?

It's risky, so risky, if he could just… Just pick Mike up, then they could run. Avoid these cops, and disappear back into the now ruined city.

But… his body is still riddled with pain, and breathing is still a struggle, and Mike probably needs actual medical attention. He… shouldn't stop breathing. If the paralytic was going to take his lungs, it would have already. But… if it does… its a weird one. It might. And if it does, he needs a hospital. Needs help until his liver breaks all the poison down. Pac… its a weird poison. They should probably both be near help, just in case. The full symptoms aren't known. With how quickly they set in if they aren't dead yet it's not likely, but with so many unknowns… They should try be near a doctor.

It's just…

They can escape again. If they need to, they can escape again.

Still torn, but desperate and with Mike unable to help form a decision, Pac nods. The woman helps him up, while he watches the man scoop Mike into his arms. He's gentle enough, though, even careful with his spine; the only grounds that Pac can find to object is the screaming desperation to have his soulmate in his arms.

It's hard, staying conscious with the poisons inside his body.

He makes it half way down the first flight of stairs before his legs crumple, and the woman swings him into her arms.

He makes it to seeing Mike placed next to him in the truck before he passes out again.

#ask and answer #lovely bp #qsmp x xcom #wip #wip game

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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AU - Tutoring Masterlist

a little extra credit never hurt anybody (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor michael/ashton T, 4k

Summary: Michael and Ashton used to be best friends when they were younger, unfortunately Michael ditches Ashton for popularity when they get older. Things change when Ashton gets offered extra credit to tutor a failing student. That student so happens to be Michael Clifford.

Coffee & Mixtapes (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/calum N/R, 7k (WIP)

Summary: Luke didn't realise what he was getting himself into when he told Calum he would tutor him.

First there was coffee.

Then there were mixtapes.

And suddenly, there were friends with benefits.

Frozen Cores and Cake Pops (ao3) - 1loulu5 T, 1k

Summary: "The question your teacher assigned you is What if the Earth’s core cooled, right?”

Or, Luke's new tutor helps him with his science homework.

good girls (ao3) - no_clue_who michael/calum, michael/luke/calum E, 8k

Summary: Calum is failing her classes, Michael is her girlfriend and they wanna fuck Luke.

lowercases and capitals (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “Fuck, Luke, two minutes ago you were whining about Ashton not flirting with you enough, and now you’re making eyes at the barista.” Michael laughs a little as he says it, shaking his head in that special way he has that means he’s surprised at how unsurprised he is by Luke. It’s the same way he shakes his head when he catches Luke dumping powdered sugar on orange slices, or settling in to watch 10 Things I Hate About You for the hundredth time.

“I can find two different guys desirable at the same time,” Luke replies defensively. What’s the point of college, anyway, if you can’t enjoy the fact that you can bump into a different hot guy around every corner?

lu and mike (tt) (ao3) - coolbabyblue michael/luke, calum/ofc T, 426k

Summary: The story in which Luke is an overly aggressive teen who just can't seem to catch a break in life and Michael just wants to show him that he deserves the world and more.

remember when... (ao3) - cliffakitten luke/ashton M, 3k

Summary: “Everyone, this is our new student assistant, Ashton Irwin.” Luke is sure that he will always remember that moment. The moment when his tutor introduced the guy with the mess of curly hair, big hazel eyes behind the cutest glasses to exist and the brightest, most gorgeous smile Luke had ever seen. The moment when he realised this actual god was the student assistant his tutor was talking about. The moment he realised he was completely and utterly fucked. ~ Or, an excuse for me to write uni-student!luke giving tutor!ash a blow job under a desk when other people are in the room.

Tutor (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/luke E, 11k

Summary: “And you agreed to do it because?” Ashton says, rubbing his apple on his sweater before taking a bite. His chemistry textbook lies open on the grass in front of him but his eyes are too busy looking over to the football field, where Calum is currently engrossed in a game. When he sees Ashton looking, he smiles and waves, and Ashton’s face turns bright red. Luke chuckles. “Cause I need the money. And it looks good on college applications.” Luke lays down on the grass, putting his head in Ashton’s lap. “Yeah, but it’s him. He’s failed every test this year.” Luke tutors Michael in math.

What I Go to School For (ao3) - mukeclemmings luke/ashton, minor luke/calum, minor michael/calum M, 17k

Summary: So, maybe Luke likes to get drunk and bang chicks. He's a college boy. And, maybe he likes to occasionally get with another guy. But never, never, has Luke been into a boy in high school. Not even when he was in high school (or so he says).

(Ashton is an innocent 16-year-old high school student who needs a little more of Luke's adult expertise than just help on his English paper.)

you're living, you're learning (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton G, 770

Summary: Ashton is the worst student Luke’s ever had, hands down. Luke’s tutored thirteen-year-olds more well-behaved than Ashton, and Ashton is eighteen. There’s absolutely no reason he should be this stubborn and annoying about doing his classwork, not to mention homework.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #au #school #tutor #tutor masterlist #masterlists

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reddie-ao3feed · 2 days

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The Tortured Poet-Stenbrough

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/b2KP1kh by asomina "Bill Denbrough; his hell, his fatal flaw, his ruin." Dark academia AU in which Stanley Uris is a young university professor and Bill Denbrough is an eager student in his class. Words: 1619, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of We Drew Stories In The Fog That Rests On Windows Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Bill Denbrough's Parents, Georgie Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier's Parents, Eddie Kaspbrak, Henry Bowers, Henry Bowers's Gang (IT), Pennywise (IT), Mike Hanlon, Patrick Hockstetter, Patty Uris, Connor Bowers Relationships: Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon/Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Stenbrough, Age Difference, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Professor Stanley Uris, Student Bill Denbrough, they are in uni folks, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Explicit Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Dark Academia, Bill is a pretentious arsehole, References to Literature, Like so many guys oh my god, Boys In Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Forbidden Love, pretentious literature references, Alternate Universe - College/University, Characters need to put down books and touch grass, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Secret Relationship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we die like eddie read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/b2KP1kh

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #fic rec #reddie fic red #stephen king it

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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hi steph!! hope u had a lovely day :>

do you have any teenlock/unilock fics where john is captain of the rugby team?

Hey Nonny!

Here are the ones turning up in my tag search on my MFL list! Feel free to add your own, Friends! :)

TEEN / UNI AU with RUGBY JOHN (MFLs)

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock (I have read this one only, it's great!)

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Eurus by Sini333 (T, 2,262 w., 1 Ch. || Teenlock AU || Trans!Sherlock, Rugby John, Bullying, John Wants to Help) – Sherlock has begun transitioning from female to male, the rugby team is a bunch of bullies, and John just wants to help. Part 2 of JohnLock One-Shots

the anonymous wall (teenlock) by godmolly (G, 3,638 w., 1 Ch. || High School AU || Fluff, Gay) – There's an anonymous confession wall in their school. And one day, amongst all of the weird or shameful admissions, there's a message most interesting to a certain Mike Stamford. "I'm gay and hopelessly in love with the rugby captain" If only John's heart weren't already taken by his shy lab partner.

Open or Closed? by dragonQuill907 (T, 8,038 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock || Mystrade, Hoopford, Truth or Dare, Ballet Sherlock, Rugby John) – In which they're all in uni, Irene's having a party, and they decide to play truth or dare.

Wishing You Were Somehow Here by Mssmithlove (E, 10,158 w. || Teen/Unilock || Long-Distance Relationship, Rugby John, Bullying, Sexting) – While John chases his dream of becoming a professional rugby player, Sherlock is stuck at University, wishing he'd come back and prove that he is, in fact, Sherlock's boyfriend since no one on campus seems to believe him. Part 15 of the Happiness Awaits series

Are You Being Careful With Your Heart? by Mssmithlove (E, 12,379 w. || High School AU || Underage, Teenlock, Nerd Sherlock, Greaser John, Rugby John, Virgin Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Pining Sherlock) – There's a new boy in school and for quiet, shy Sherlock Holmes, that is proving to be a problem.

The Dancer and The Captain by Mssmithlove (E, 17,313 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Rugby John, New Relationship) – Ballet has always been Sherlock's first love, but when a certain rugby captain starts hanging around, well, that may just change.

Quo Fata Vocant by prettysailorsoldier (E, 18,115 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock / Teenlock || Librarians, Bisexual John, Flirting, First Time, Tattoos, Valentine’s Day, Secret Admirer, Matchmaker) – Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year, it's unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.

Forces of Nature by Ewebie (E, 18,369 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock || Rugby Captain John, Hammock Sex, Bad Jokes) – Sherlock watched as the man pushed himself out of the water and onto the floating dock constantly anchored in the middle of the lake. Oh. He was… He was quite tanned. Broad shoulders sloped into a narrow, muscular waist and tapered hips that disappeared into the navy swim trunks. Somehow the breadth of the shoulders made the thighs and legs that appeared out of the bottom of the trunks look delicate. Tanned in their own right and powerful, but oddly proportionate to the shorter stature the man seemed to possess. Sherlock watched the water run off of him, down his back, tracing a path along his spine and through the pleasing fossae lumbales laterales and lumbar lordosis into the waistband of the trunks. Sherlock swallowed. Shit.

Pas de Deux by shevrlock (T, 20,341 w., 14 Ch. || Teen Balllet / Rugby AU || Fluff, Angst) – Sherlock Holmes is a gifted ballet dancer in industrial, unforgiving 1980s Newcastle, bullied and teased for doing what he loves. One day, as he and Molly leave the dance studio, her boyfriend Greg is waiting outside accompanied by his new rugby captain: one John Watson. Surrounded by hate and homophobia they find themselves drawn to each other, using love to escape the harsh reality of life growing up with prejudice. Ballet!lock/Rugby!john inspired by Billy Elliot.

Just a Touch of Lips by Salambo06 (E, 21,313 w., 20 Ch. || Unilock AU || SPANISH AVAILABLE || Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Texting / Time, Misunderstandings, Developing Relationship) – Two weeks ago, Sherlock kissed a blindfolded John Watson, captain of the Rugby Team, during an university event and left before he could see his face. Neither have been able to think about anything else since.When Mike mentions a certain student in his Chemistry class who could help John find his mysterious kisser, they both find themselves in a situation they hadn't expected.

Reach My Eyes by thelittleboffin (M, 23,151 w., 8 Ch || Teenlock || Drama, Romance, Abuse, Language, Sex) – Rugby captain John and troubled teen Sherlock are Youtubers who make their way to fame and find love along the way.

Feeling Seen by jadztone (E, 30,177 w., 9 Ch. || University AU || Ballet!Sherlock / Rugby!John, Demisexuality, Virgin John, Experienced Sherlock, Toplock, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Background Molly/Irene & Greg/Sally) – Rugby player John is starting over at a new university, with the help of friends Molly and Bill. Few people know that John is demisexual, but ballet dancer Sherlock Holmes deduces right away that he has no interest in sex unless he’s fallen in love. John finds this strange genius intriguing and would like to get to know him, but Sherlock has a self-cultivated reputation for only wanting casual sex. John has reason to believe that’s not really true, but he’s not sure he wants to risk his twice-fractured heart to find out.

Love, SH by Lola_hyuga (M, 34,571 w., 15 Ch. || Teenager / Love, Simon AU || Smut, Fluff, Emails, Secrets, Blackmail, POV Sherlock, Slow Burn, High School, Rugby Captain John, Bullying, Pining, Secret Identities, First Time) – Sherlock shares anonymous emails with someone he very much enjoys receiving attention from. Problem is, he has no idea who. Bigger problem is, someone finds out and blackmails him. He compromises himself, just for an opportunity at happiness with the most confusing, adorable guy's he's ever "met".

Roll Away Your Stone by foxxcub (E, 39,463 w., 1 Ch. || Downey Holmes || Boarding School AU) – Seventeen-year-old John Watson is set to finish his final year of school with a flourish, until the headmaster assigns John as a "tutor" to an arrogant, yet brilliant new student named Sherlock Holmes. Holmes is not about to be put in his place by this popular rugby football player with the too-blue eyes, and John isn't going to let this impulsive fifteen-year-old get away with anything. Neither expects to become friends, but a series of unexpected events and a possible murder mystery bring them closer together than either of them thought possible.

Capturing Perfection by Breath4Soul (E, 41,296 w., 13 Ch. || College/Uni AU || Nude Modelling / Photos, Dev. Rel., Sherlock Loves John, Rugby John, Compromising Positions, Drunken Love Confessions, Possessive John, Drunk John/Sherlock, Oblivious Sherlock, Flirting, Grinding, Protective / Meddling Mycroft, Dirty Dancing, Seduction, Virgin Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Friends to Lovers, Tickling, Embarrassed Sherlock, Blow/Hand Jobs, Oral, Frottage, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Sexy Times) – Rugby Captain John Watson and science-minded photographer Sherlock are classmates at uni. Sherlock has a class project where he needs a nude model. He asks the only boy that intrigues him, John Watson, to be his model. The more time they spend together the more they realize there is a perfect attraction between them. Part 2 of the Tumblr Made Me Do It

Blond Barista Seeks Dashing Ballet Dancer: Inquire Within by prettysailorsoldier (E, 43,847 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock Coffee Shop AU || Rugby/Barista John, Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Fluff) – Between classes, his job at a local cafe, and being captain of the rugby team, John Watson's life is plenty stressful enough without the addition of a mysterious ballet dancer he can see through the windows of the dance studio across the street, but, somehow, he can't bring himself to mind.

Seducing Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (M, 51,338 w., 19 Ch. || Teenlock AU || First Kiss / Time, Fluff and Angst, Angst with Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Rugby John, Smut) – It started out as a dare. It ended up being so much more.

Spinning by Minxchester (E, 67,845 w., 14 Ch. || Teenager AU || Drama, Foster Care, Rugby John, Abusive Relationship, Age Difference, Romantic Friendship, Oral Sex, Rimming, Guardian/Ward Relationship, Victor Trevor) – The lottery exists to allow poor and struggling families to place their children in the care of wealthy patrons, who will provide for them until they come of age. When medical bills leave the Watson family in trouble, seventeen-year-old John is assigned to the care of Sherlock Holmes, a man unlike anyone John has ever encountered.

A Study in Movement by Supernova12 (E, 69,869 w., 21 Ch. || Teenager AU || Balletlock, Rugby!John, Drawing, First Time, Texting, Angst, Happy Ending) To improve his drawing, John has to study the movement of ballet dancers. One particular dancer seems to be the perfect candidate.

My Heart Is True As Steel by prettysailorsoldier (E, 316,207 w., 29/? Ch. || Teenlock || WiP || Case Fic, Rugby, Fluff, First Kiss/Time, Past Drug Use, Anal, Blow Jobs) – When Sherlock and John become roommates at a prestigious sixth-form college, they both get a lot more than they bargained for. Between Shakespeare, rugby, and not a small amount of murder, it promises to be a very interesting year, but there is much more going on than meets the eye. A noose is tightening around the duo, darker and more dangerous than anyone realizes, and it will take everything they both have to unravel it before they lose everything they've found.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #rugby john #teenlock #unilock #johnlock fic reqs

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hear me out:

Here’s my first headcanons in a University AU I wrote between two courses haha, I hope there are not many grammatical errors or incoherent things! Enjoy 👍

Petra and Zeke met in Petra’s freshman year and he helped finding her way to her classroom. She was very anguished because she didn’t know anybody in the department since her bestfriend, Nifa, chose Biology whereas Petra chose Languages and Civilisation. They still see each other at times but they have a busy schedule.

On the other hand, Zeke studies History and Geopolitics. Zeke is one the most eminent student, which means he could have been the head of the class but Hanji overtook him. He received 2 scholarships and won a price for his researches. He and Hanji have an exceptional friendship because they have similar passions and thoughts. By the way, Hanji is also a student in Biology (yeah big brain)

Concerning Levi, he started university quite late because of family problems. He had to carry his uncle who had alcohol issues. They loved each other a lot but Kenny insisted that Levi went to university because that’s what his mother would have wanted. After a while, he decided to follow his advice.

Levi didn’t know what courses to follow, he left school when he was 15. The only things he liked was sport but being more of a loner, that could be a problem for the exams.

When he met Petra, that’s when he decided what to do. They met by chance actually, on that day Petra had been waiting for Nifa in front of her department but she was late. Levi showed up for his insert day and asked her if she was waiting for someone because he was supposed to get informations about the modules and yet he still had doubts about going to university.

Petra gave him some advices about work organization and kept talking about how good the courses were, she had met some friends and she told him that he could try to see and get an opinion. He asked her courses choice and he decided to go for it, he had had a good feeling about her. Given that Levi started Uni later, he is in the same class as Petra.

At the beginning of the year, Petra was living with her father but she wanted to get more independence, moreover her father kept talking about marriage and that she couldn’t marry if she was going to study too longer. She decided to move with her newly met friends (Oluo, Eld and Gunther obviously haha), they’re now flatmates and doing well. It was a bit odd for her because she’s the only woman (her father was very concerned but he met them and got along with them.)

Levi stayed home too but his uncle Kenny was more and more absent, he used to disappear at night without any reason so Levi decided to leave and finally joined Petra’s roommates.

About Petra and Zeke’s relationship, it is amazingly doing well, Levi stays with Mike, Oluo, Eld and Gunther most of the time, at the beginning he was usually with Petra but when he noticed that she was closer to Zeke, he was extremely jealous of but didn’t do any harm because he doesn’t want to hurt Petra in any way.

Petra tried to find out what was going on with Levi but he kept being distant with her for a while, he couldn’t bear it. Finally one day she finds an empty chair at his side (for once) and they start to talk about anything in the world, he guessed avoiding her was immature and a waste of time because Zeke, in his opinion, could never get a girl like her.

Some months after*, Petra confessed to Levi when they were coming back home. There was nobody in the flat that day because the boys all had extra activities. The day was rainy and stormy and Petra, unexpectedly loves it, she has goosebumps when it happens. Levi finds it cute. So they went home and had a discussion about it with tea.

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monstropolis-tales · 3 years

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Monsters in Love

The Roomate - TEIL 1

Eine MONSTER UNIVERSITY Fanfiction by KIP SUPERNOVA

Was wäre gewesen, wenn Mike sich nicht so intensiv um sein Studium der Schreckologie, und sich mehr um seinen Zimmergenossen Randall Boggs gekümmert hätte? Hier eine Geschichte aus einem Paralelluniversum, in dem die Ereignisse ein wenig anders verlaufen sind als wir sie kennen ...

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Mike war unglaublich aufgeregt - der erste Tag als Student auf der MONSTER UNI, das erste Mal auf dem sehr wild belebten Campus, überall Monster aller Farben, Spezies und Herkunft, sie alle waren aus dem selben Grund hier: Studieren und sich auf das Leben vorbereiten. Nicht alle wollten sich einen Lebenstraum erfüllen, das war Mike klar, aber auch egal: Denn ER war hier, um sich seinen Lebenstraum zu erfüllen: Ein Schrecker bei der MONSTER AG werden! Davon hatte er schon als Kind geträumt, und jener bedeutsame Ausflug zur MONSTER AG, seine Begegnung mit Frightening, der ihm die Monster Uni Mütze geschenkt hatte ... seit dem führte Mike eine Liste, die er gewissenhaft abhakte:

- Student an der Monster Uni werden - Bester Student werden - Schrecker bei der MONSTER AG werden - Bester Schrecker aller Zeiten werden

Er genoss die Atmosphäre auf dem Campus, sog alle Eindrücke in sich auf während er auf der Suche nach seinem Zimmer war. Und tatsächlich: Er fand es in einem wunderschön rustikalen Haus, das nach Holz und Geschichte roch.

"Endlich, da bin ich ...", sagte er laut zu sich selbst, als er die Silouette eines Monsters erblickte, das sich bereits im Zimmer befand.

Es war ein längliches, reptilienartiges Wesen mit acht Gliedmaßen: Vier Füßen und vier Armen bzw. Beinen und Pfoten. Sein Kamm stand auf dem Kopf aufrecht, und im ersten Moment erschrak Mike, denn die Gestalt hatte etwas Bedrohliches an sich. In seinem Kopf lief bereits ein Film davon, wie die nächsten vier Semester aussahen für ihn: Ein unerträglicher, gehässiger Zimmergenosse, der ihm das Leben - und noch schlimmer: Das Studium! - schwer machen würde.

Mike wich erschrocken einen Schritt zurück, als das Monster wie eine Mischung aus Schlange und Eidechse aus dem Licht der einfallenden Sonne in sein Sichtfeld direkt auf Mike zugehuscht kam.

Die Angst und Unsicherheit wich sofort auf Mike - denn vor ihm stand ein Monster mit violetter und pinker Reptilienhaus, das ihn durch zwei kreisrunde Brillengläser freundlich anlächelte und ein Tablett mit Muffins entgegenhielt.

"Hi", sagte es mit einer weichen, sehr freundlichen Stimme. "Ich bin Randall Boggs, willkommen auf der Monster Uni. Dann sind wir wohl Zimmergenossen. Hier, ein Muffin zur Begrüßung."

Mike lächelte, immer noch etwas unsicher, er wusste auch nicht so recht, warum. Aber er schüttelte dankend eine der Pfoten, die Randall ihm grüßend hinstrecke, und sagte: "Danke ... ja, vielleicht später." An die Muffins gerichtet. "Ich bin Mike Glotzkowsi. Ich studiere Schreckologie ..."

"Wow, genauso wie ich, und - HUCH!"

Randall schien sich vor irgend etwas richtig heftig erschrocken zu haben. Jedenfalls kreischte er kurz und laut auf und im nächsten Augenblick war nur seine Brille - die in der Luft schwebte - zu sehen, und das Tablett mit den Muffins purzelte laut scheppernd auf den Boden.

Mike starrte mit offenem Mund ins "Leere", wo zwei Sekunden später wieder ein ziemlich unsicher drein blickender Randall auftauchte.

"Wow ...", hauchte Mike. "Du ... du kannst dich unsichtbar machen?"

"Oh, entschuldige. Ist mir das peinlich.", stotterte Randall.

"Nein nein, das ist doch cool. Nur ohne die Brille wärst du wirklich unsichtbar."

"Findest du?" Randall nahm die Brille ab und kniff seine Augen zusammen. "Na ja, ich kann immer noch was sehen, aber wenn ich dadurch richtig unsichtbar werde ..."

"Oh je, die schönen Muffins ..." Mike ging in die Hocke und begang, die Muffins vom Teppichboden aufzulesen und auf das Tablett zurück zu legen. "Ich helfe dich, Moment ..."

Auch Randall beugte sich nach unten, und beide griffen nach dem selben Muffin, wobei sich ihre Pfoten berührten. Mike zog seine grüne Pfote sofort zurück, als er Randall´s auf seiner spürte.

"Oh, entschuldige ..."

Randall kicherte leise. "Alles gut."

Als die Muffins alle wieder auf dem Tablett waren, und sich beide Monster erhoben, seufzte Randall mit gesenktem Kopf. "Ich bin so ein Schussel, entschuldige ..."

"Hey, Muffins schmecken doch am besten, wenn sie vorher auf einem roten Teppichboden gepurzelt sind."

Randall lachte verlegen. "Ja ..."

"Ich packe dann mal meine Sachen aus.", sagte Mike, schnappte sich einen Muffins und begann zu essen. "Mmmh, lecker!"

(2) Etwas mehr als eine Stunde hatte sich Mike Zeit gelassen, um seine persönlichen Sachen auszupacken, sein Bett zu begutachten, seine Bücher ins Regal zu sortieren und seine - wie er sie nannte: "Motivationsposter" - über sein Bett aufzuhängen, inklusive dem Flyer "ZEIG WAS DU DRAUF HAST!" für den Schrecker-Wettbewerb der Uni. Dabei hatte er kaum auf seinen Zimmergenossen geachtet, der ihm immer wieder etwas erzählte - oder es zumindest versuchte.

"Weißt du, in der Schule haben sie mich immer wegen meiner Brille ausgelacht ..."

"Ich kann auch Farbe und Muster annehmen, wie ein Chamälion ..."

"Gehst du mit auf die Party?"

Mike sortierte seine Bücher ein, aber nicht ohne den Titel jedes Bandes laut vorzulesen: "Schreckologie I - Grundlagen, Das Wesen der Angst, Lexikon der menschlichen Phobien, Betriebswirtschaft für Schrecker ..."

"Mike?"

"Ah, und dann natürlich noch mein Notizbuch mit neuen Bleistiften ..."

"Mike?" Mike kreischte vor Schreck laut auf und lies sein Notizbuch fallen, als er Randalls Pfote auf seiner Schulter spürte. Noch nie wurde er an dieser Stelle berührt - jedenfalls nicht noch einem anderen Monster! Randall ... er hatte die Anwesenheit seines Zimmergenossen total vergessen!

"Oh, entschuldige ...", stammelte Mike und hob sein Notizbuch wieder auf. "Ich habe nicht zugehört. Was hast du gesagt?"

"Gehst du mit auf die Party? Die schmeißen einen Fete für die Frischlinge, also auch für uns."

Mike kratze sich am Kinn, dann schüttelte er seinen Kopf - der im Prinzip sein ganzer Körper war. "Nee du, ich habe morgen meine erste Vorlesung, und ich will mich darauf vorbereiten. Siehst du, ich habe einen Plan gemacht."

Er deutete auf seinen Kalender, der neben dem Schreibtisch hing: das heutige Datum trug bereits ein dickes, rotes Kreuz.

"Ach komm schon", sagte Randall. "Die Prüfungen sind erst in drei Monaten, wir sollten uns wirklich ein bisschen Spaß gönnen, bevor die Büffelei anfängt."

"DU kannst das ja gerne machen", sagte Mike und winkte ab, während er sich an den Schreibtisch setzte. "Ich bin hier um zu studieren, und nicht auf Parties meine Zeit zu vergeuden."

Dann schlug er das Buch "Schreckologie I - Grundlagen" auf, sog den Geruch frischer Druckertinte ein und begann zu lesen.

Der enttäuschte Gesichtsausdruck von Randall entging Mike dabei völlig. Randall schnaubte leise, sagte: "Na schön ... wie du meinst." Und verließ dann sichtlich enttäuscht das Zimmer.

Mike bemerkte nicht, dass Randalls Enttäuschung mehr in die Richtung Traurigkeit ging. Denn Randall war - wie Mike - völlig alleine auf der Uni. Keine Freunde, keine ehemaligen Schulkameraden und weit weg von zu Hause. Mike bemerkte auch nicht, dass Randall einen Freund suchte und irgendwie in seinem grünen, kugelförmigen Zimmergenossen gesucht hatte. Mike wusste auch nicht, dass Randall die Muffins extra zur Begrüßung seines Zimmergenossen gebacken hatte. Jene Muffins, die nun kalt und angebissen auf Randalls Bett lagen.

Mike hatte nur Auge für sein Lehrbuch, sonst für gar nichts. Er hörte nicht das traurige, enttäuschte Seufzen, das Randall von sich gab, als dieser das Zimmer verließ.

(3) Einige Tage später: Die erste Vorlesung bei Professor Knight war für Mike genauso aufregend wie seine erste Begegnung mit James Sullivan - oder Sulley, wie ihn alle nannten. Ein riesiges Monster mit flauschigem blauen Fell und Hörnern. Da er der Sohn eines sehr berühmten und erfolgreichen Schreckers war, hielt es Sulley gar nicht für nötig, sich großartig für das Studium anzustrengen: Erschrecken kann man, oder man kann es nicht. Ende.

Mike war nicht nur genervt sondern auch verärgert über das blaue Zottelvieh das sich für was Besseres hielt. Genauso die Hänseleien, die Mike über sich ergehen lassen musste, er sei nicht schrecklich sondern eher eine Witzfigur.

Randall war fast immer an Mikes Seite und hielt zu ihm. Aber Mike schätzte das Ganze nicht so recht. Im Gegenteil: Er nahm Randall nicht wirklich als Freund wahr, sondern eher als Zimmergenosse, der ihn beim Lernen abhörte oder von Zeit zu Zeit weckte, wenn der Wecker nicht funktionierte. So wäre das noch eine ganze Weile gegangen, hätte es da nicht jenen folgenreichen, schicksalshaften Abend gegeben ...

Mike war wieder am Lernen, und Randall wollte wieder auf eine Party gehen, doch Mike winkte nur wortlos ab. Wieder ein enttäuschtes Seufzen von Randall, wieder war er alleine: Randall auf der Party, Mike auf seinem Zimmer mit seinen Büchern.

Etwa fünf Minuten, nachdem Randall die Tür von draußen zu gemacht hatte, flog laut quieckend und grunzend ein kugelförmiges Etwas zum Fenster herein und quer durch das Zimmer.

Mike kippte laut kreischend vor Schreck - er erschreckte sich für einen angehenden Schrecker ganz schön oft - vom Stuhl und blickte am Boden liegend einem Schwein direkt in die Augen. Ja, es war ein Schwein!

"Öhm ..."

Im nächsten Augenblick war James Sullivan im Zimmer - er war durch das Fenster hereingeklettert und suchte sogleich den Raum ab, denn das Schwein hatte sich unter Mikes Bett verkrochen.

"Wo ist es nur ...", murmelte Sulley.

"HEY!", Mike funkelte Sulley wütend an. "Was soll den Unsinn?! Verschwinde sofort auf meinem Zim-"

"Ja ja, erst wenn ich das Schwein wieder habe. Es ist das Maskottchen der Fear Tech. Ich brauche es um in die Studentenverbindung Roar Omega Roar aufgenommen zu werden ..."

All das interessierte Mike einen feuchten Dreck, und das sagte er auch lautstark, doch das kümmerte auch Sulley sehr wenig. Statt dessen schob er Mike einfach unter das Bett, ließ ihn ein bisschen mit den Schwein kämpfen und musste dann mit ansehen, wie Mike auf dem Schwein reitend durchs offene Fenster ins Freie verschwand - laut kreischend und quieckend natürlich!

"Uff, so war das nicht geplant!", rief Sulley, rannte zur Tür hinaus, den Flur entlang ebenfalls ins Freie.

Was folgte war eine wilde Jagd quer über den Campus, vorbei an musizierenden und diskutierenden Monster-Studenten, über Mülltonnen und unter Tischen, über die kleine Brücke welche den Weg zur Bibliothek verband vor das Gebäude von ROAR OMEGA ROAR, wo Sulley es schaffte, Mike bzw. das Schwein einzuholen. Er packte das Schwein, das Mike zuvor gekonnt in eine leere, anrollende Mülltonne hatte locken und damit einfangen konnte, hob es hoch und ließ sich von den R.O.R. bejubeln als der große Held, der das Maskottchen der Fear Tech eingefangen hatte!

Mike war super sauer - nicht nur, weil Sulley ihn beim Lernen gestört sondern jetzt auch noch die Lorbeeren für SEINEN Verdienst einkassierte.

"Hey Kleiner", sagte ein Monster mit riesigen Hörnern an Mike gerichtet. "Hier haben nur Schreckologie Studenten Zutritt."

Mike stampfte mit dem Fuß auf und ballte seine Pfoten zu Fäusten. "Ich BIN Schreckologie Student!"

Er erntete laut schallendes Gelächter.

Mike wollte etwas sagen - nein, er wollte er vor Wut brüllen - als plötzlich Randall neben ihm stand.

"HÖRT AUF!", zischte Randall. "Riesige Hörner und abstoßende Hässlichkeit machen noch lange keinen Schrecker!"

Die anderen Monster lachten noch lauter.

Mike wollte sich das nicht gefallen lassen, doch Randall hielt ihn zurück. "Ach, lass doch diese Idioten. Komm, wir gehen ..."

"Randall ...", zischte Mike. "Ich ... ich glaube, ich gehe jetzt doch mit auf diese Party." Er blickte Randall an. "Ich brauche jetzt einen Drink!"

Randall starrte ihn zuerst erschrocken an, doch dann grinste das violette Monster breit, und die beiden wendeten sich von R.O.R. ab und gingen.

(4) Die Party war laut, wild und ziemlich chaotisch - oder mit anderen Worten: Sie war SUPER! Mike und Randall kippten einen Becher SchluckSpuck mit FeuerSchuss nach dem anderen weg und unterhielten sich über völlig belanglose Dinge: Wie lebt es sich so ohne Krallen? Wie kann man nur mit solchen Krallen leben? Warum können manche Monster fliegen und manche nicht? Gibt es eigentlich noch andere Studiengänge an der Monster Uni außer Schreckologie? Und warum um alles in der Welt sprühen sich so viele Monster den Duft "Misthaufen" unter die Achseln, wenn es doch reicht, sich einfach nicht zu waschen?

Immer wieder wurde Mike wegen der Aktion mit dem Schwein angesprochen, und woher er denn den großen Sullivan denn kenne, weil er ihm doch geholfen hatte, das Maskottchen von Fear Tech zu stibizien.

"Ich kenne ich gar nicht so richtig.", kicherte Mike einem grünen, drachenartigen Monster mit vier Stielaugen entgegen. "Er war plötzlich in meinem Zimmer und ich unter meinem Bett ..."

Ein pinkes Monster mit drei Augen stieß seinem Kumpel in die Rippen, kicherte und sagte: "Hört hört, gleich unters Bett gezerrt!"

Mike schüttelte heftig den Kopf. "Nein nein nein, sooooo war das nicht ..."

"Es war noch viel schlimmer!", hackte Randall ein. "Das Schwein hat unser Zimmer verwüstet ..."

"Und meine Hausaufgaben gefressen ..."

"Und ich musste neue Muffins machen ..."

"Weil die anderen alle waren."

"Und weil ich eine Nosophobie habe ..."

"Das ist Angst davor, krank zu werden.", erklärte Randall.

Mike verharrte. "Ähm ... das macht gar keine Sinn."

"Wie dieses Gespräch.", kicherte Randall. "Ich glaube, wir hatten zu viele SpuckSchlucke."

"Glaube ich auch."

Auf dem Rückweg zu ihrem Zimmer über den Campus mussten Mike und Randall ständig lachen, irgendwie fanden sie an diesem Abend - oder besser gesagt, an diesem Morgen, denn es dämmerte bereits, als sie völlig betrunken in ihrem Zimmer ankamen - alles und jeden lustig und zum Schießen komisch.

In ihrem Zimmer angekommen ließen sich die beiden Monster in ihre Betten plumbsen wie nasse Säcke.

"Weiß du was, Randall?!", murmelte Mike. "Das war der schönste Abend seit ..."

"Seit du auf der Uni bist?", murmelte Randall zurück.

"Nee ... seit überhaupt." Nach einer kurzen Pause des Schweigens fügte er noch hinzu: "Danke."

Doch da schnarchte Randall bereits, und zwei Sekunden später war Mike auch eingeschlafen.

In einem Traum saßen er und Randall unter dem großen Baum auf dem Campusgelände, wo sie immer gemeinsam lernten und sich abhörten, tranken grünen Schleim aus Drück-Beuteln und hörten sich gegenseitig unsinnige Wörten und Phobien ab: "Angst vor Klopapier, Angst vor Galaxien, Angst vor gekochtem Gemüse" und sie lachten dabei immer wieder. Mike fühlte sich in Randalls Nähe - sogar im Traum - plötzlich so wohl. Eigentlich war das schon die ganze Zeit so gewesen, doch Mike hatte es als selbstverständlich angesehen. Nur an diesem Abend, wo er zum ersten Mal mit seinem Zimmergenossen "einen draufgemacht" hatte, hatte er das violette Monster erst wirklich kennen gelernt: Als einen lustigen, sympathischen Typen, mit dem man lachen und albern sein konnte.

Als Mike nur zwei Stunden später plötzlich aufwachte und sein Blick auf den Kalender fiel, fiel er buchstäblich aus allen Wolken: "Heute ist ja schriftliche Prüfung!!!"

(5) Die Prüfung lief besser als erwartet. Mike und Randall hatten ja eifrig gelernt, aber wenn man völlig verkatert und nach nur drei Stunden Schlaf in eine wichtige schriftliche Prüfung geht, kann es schon mal passieren, dass das schief geht. Nun, sagen wir mal, es ist "fast" schief gegangen. Beide hatten mit einem "Gut" bestanden, und das war die Hauptsache, obwohl Mike natürlich ein "Sehr Gut" im Auge hatte, aber was solls ...

"Nächste Woche wird es eine praktische Prüfung bei Prof. Hardscrabble geben", seufzte Randall, als sie die Stufen vom Hörsaal hinaus ins Freie schritten.

"Ja", Mike nickte. "Aber das schaffen wir schon."

"Hoffe ich ..."

Am unteren Ende der Treppe standen einige Monster mit R.O.R. Jacken und sprachen mit Sulley, der leicht verschämt seine Prüfungsergebnisse versuchte hinter seinem Rücken zu verstecken. Mike konnte mit seinem Auge aus der Ferne ein "Ausreichend" auf Sulleys Prüfung erkennen.

"Tja Jungs, ich muss dann mal los. Wir sehen uns doch im Verbindungshaus ..."

"Tur mir leid, Sulley.", sagte einer der R.O.R.s leicht hochmütig. "Aber schrecklich zu sein und einen großen Namen zu tragen reicht nicht, ein R.O.R. zu werden. Wir wollen schon Leute mit guten Noten in unserer Verbindung haben."

"Hey schaut mal, da kommt wieder der Volleyball!", rief ein anderes Monster mit tiefer Stimme und alle fingen an gröhlend zu lachen.

Mike stürzte der Länge nach hin, als einer von ihnen ihm ein Bein gestellt hatte. Seine Bücher und seine "Gut" Prüfung flatterten und purzelten über die Wiese.

"Spiel, Satz, Sieg!", gröhlte ein anderer der R.O.R.s

"Hey du Witzfigur", rief Johnny von den RORs. "Man muss auch schrecklich sein um ein Schrecker zu werden, nicht nur gute Noten."

Mike kochte vor Wut. Randall wollte ihm aufhelfen, Sulley beobachtete die ganze Szenerie nur unsicher.

"Ey du", sagte Johnny an Randall gerichtet. "Du scheinst schrecklich zu sein und einen schlauen Kopf zu haben. Wie wärs ..."

Mike starrte Randall erschrocken an. "Randall ..."

Das violette Monster kniff seine Augen zusammen und wechselte seinen Blick zwischen Mike und Johnny. Dann schnitt er eine Grimasse und half Mike auf die Füße.

"Ich bin schon in einer Verbindung, OK?", zischte Randall.

Die RORs lachten schallend. "Bei den O.K.s? Oozma Kappa? Die Loooooser?!"

Wieder schallendes Gelächter. Randall reichte Mike seine Bücher und flüsterte ihm zu: "Ach, hör doch nicht auf diese Deppen. Die sind nur neidisch."

Die beiden gingen ein Stück über den Campus. Mike starrte die ganze Zeit schweigend auf den Boden.

"Hey, was ist denn?", fragte Randall nach einer Weile des Schweigens.

"Was, wenn die recht haben? Ich bin vielleicht gar nicht so schrecklich ...", flüsterte Mike traurig.

Randall klopfte und strich ihm über den Rücken. "Ach, was wissen DIE schon?"

Mike blickte Randall an. "Vielleicht hättest du sein Angebot annehmen sollen."

"Bist du verrückt?!"

"Nein, wirklich. Dir steht eine große Karriere als Schrecker bevor. Du bekommst später vielleicht einen richtig coolen Job bei der MONSTER AG. Mit mir machst du dich nur lächerlich, bei den RORs wärst du gut aufgehoben."

"Jetzt mach´ mal einen Punkt Mike!", rief Randall sichtlich entsetzt. "Wir sind doch Freunde. Ich lasse doch einen Kumpel nicht im Stich. Wenn die dich auslachen, dann bekommen sie es mit MIR zu tun!"

Mike lächelte schwach. "Wirklich?" Jetzt ging es ihm ein wenig besser.

Randall legte zwei rechte Arme um Mikes Schulter. "Wirklich. Und jetzt komm - ich lade dich zum Essen ein."

Beide hatten nicht bemerkt, dass sie die ganze Zeit aus der Ferne von Sulley beobachtet worden sind.

(6) Die folgenden Tage bis zur praktischen Prüfung verstrichen ohne besondere Ereignisse. Nur, dass sich Mike immer nervöser auf die Prüfung vorbereitete. Randall feuerte ihn natürlich an, zeigte ihm, wie man richttig Krallen und Zähne zeigte, wie man die Augen - bzw. das eine Auge - für einen böse-funkelnden Blick einsetzte.

Schließlich war der Tag gekommen, und was soll man sagen ... Mike und Sulley sind wieder aneinander geraten, haben gestritten, wollten sich gegenseitig beweisen, wie schrecklich sie doch waren und hatten dabei den Kanister mit Hardscrabbles Rekordschrei zerstört.

Hardscrabble war natürlich nicht sehr begeistert davon und hat beide - Mike und Sulley - aus dem Studiengang geworfen!

Um der Dekanin zu beweisen, dass er wirklich das Zeug zu einem Schrecker hat, bot Mike ihr einen Deal an: Er würde bei den Erschreckerspielen teilnehmen. Und wenn er gewinnt, müsse sie ihn wieder ins Studium lassen!

Hardscrabble nahm die Wette an - unter der Vorraussetzung, dass Mike ein Team hatte und sollte er scheitern, sollte er die Monster Uni für immer verlassen.

Der halbe Campus hatte sich kaputt gelacht, als Mike sein Team vorstellte: Oozma Kappa. Doch es fehlten laut Regeln noch 2 Mitglieder, damit ein Team zugelassen werden konnte.

"Ich bin in deinem Team!", hörte Mike Randalls vertraute Stimme rufen. Er sah, wie er heftig mit dem Kopf schüttelnd Johnnys Angebot, für ROR teilzunehmen, ablehnte.

"Und ich bin auch dabei.", vernahm Mike von der anderen Seite Sulleys Stimme.

Mike lächelte, dann verzog er wieder seine Miene. "DU?"

Sulley stemmte seine Pfoten in die Hüften und grinste. "Ich will genauso zurück in das Studium wie du. Also hängen wir da jetzt beide mit drin, was sagst du?"

Mike blickte zu Randall, der nur mit den Schultern zuckte. Dann nickte er. "Na schön, abgemacht!"

Fortsetzung folgt ...

#Monster AG #monsters university #randall boggs #mike wazowski #fanfiction #fanart

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neil-neil-orange-peel · 4 years

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tw // eating disorders for the name of the song but I’m Not Bulimic by Lower Than Atlantis would be a really good song to base a modern!AU of TYO on due to the parallels between thatchers Britain and the credit crunch at the end of the 00s

Hi, anon!

Yeah, totally! Anything angry at British politics has to have at least a little bit of a TYO feel. Actually, it's really weird listening to that song and hearing the 2010 vibes in it... And then realising 2010 was 11 years ago. 😶 If we were going to have the lads as Millennials (so say it's set a decade ago), then the credit crunch and the coalition and all of that bollocks would be high on their list of concerns. Austerity, anyone?

That said, Gen Z young ones (hello there), whilst likely also having a truly groovy time growing up under successive shitty Tory governments, also now have this pandemic on the doorstep of adulthood as well as just having gone through Gove's nasty exam changes and rising tuition fees. And Brexit. Which, of course, the majority of Gen Z had no say in and yet will have to live with the consequences of, whatever they may be.

So, concerning a modern TYO set at any point since the credit crunch, I for one would like to hear Rick rip the Liberal Democrats a new one (in his own ineffective, misguided way) when they went back on their 2010 election promise once in coalition with the Conservatives and agreed to raising university tuition fees. To be honest, Rick's take on anything from the last decade would surely be amusing. There's already a post of him in Summer Holiday floating around Tumblr somewhere, replacing "Thatcher's bloody Britain" with "Boris' bloody Britain". I also think he'd have been one of the young people (at least, on the surface) to become a Corbynista.

Sorry for only really mentioning Rick, he's the "political" one - he'd still hate Thatcher, by the way, he'd just probably know even less about her. I think all of the young ones would be pissed off about tuition fees, because even in the 1980s with grants (albeit shrinking ones - thanks, Thatch) they were still living in squalor. I know you don't start paying back the fees until after uni and when you're earning over a certain amount, but it's not a nice reminder dangling over you. They'd definitely all need to get jobs alongside studying - or maybe Neil could just get four jobs. 😂

Mike could still be a perpetual student, it's just his reasons for being one might be different now: he's not going to get any money for it, it just starves off finding a "career" when you don't know what you want to do. I can see him putting off the inevitability of finding work, even it it leaves him with a bloody lot of fees to pay off should he ever earn enough to do so (which is debatable). Neil likely wouldn't be very into politics - I mean, he didn't know who Norman Tebbit was in Oil - because it would depress him. He wouldn't like the Tories but he probably wouldn't know the nuances of everything going on... Although, to be fair, I don't think any of them would.

Vyvyan would just be bloody sick of everything. Still a punk and still violent... Probably not so much interested in politics as interested in pissing off authority figures. Still nihilistic. Rick would doubtless be sure he was about to lead a rising to make things better at any moment - the last decade has had a lot of big political moments, after all - but literally no one likes him so that's not going to happen. Much excitement and jeering on the night of the 2017 election; much depression and anger on the night of the 2019 election.

And that's just a vague dip into TYO and recent British politics. What would they think of modern culture? Social media? Reality TV? Wokeness? Whatever the fuck is going on with America?

The Young Ones is very much of its time in that it was produced in a world where it was risqué and cutting edge to swear and be violent and political on TV. That's no longer the case - thanks, in no small part, to TYO - so if it was made today (which I don't think it could be), it likely wouldn't be viewed as so ground breaking.

But TYO modern AUs? Keep 'em coming! And keep your eyes on Scumbag Monthly in the coming months...

Thanks for the ask! Sorry I went completely off topic... Again.

#asks #anon #the young ones #tyo #modern au #lower than atlantis #bullemia tw

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lafresnaya · 9 months

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do you think michael crew went back to uni after becoming a vast avatar? like i know he 100% dropped out after merging with the sky and all but i think it would have been really REALLY funny if he just pretended nothing happened and went back to uni cryptid mike rights!!

like can you imagine-

this one kid in your meteorology course who barely shows up for lectures you know he exists from tutorials with small groups where he kinda has to go to but nobody sees him otherwise (and sometimes not even then) and like, you'd know he was there because mike's pretty distinctive with his height and the scar and all

and then one time he just starts showing up regularly (because heck, he probably has nothing better to do now that he's found his final leitner & bound the lichtenberg figure) except that for some reason the lecture theatres now smell like burning electrical applicances; the stairs seem to double in height and you feel almost- unsteady as you make your way down to your seat; when you look even in his general direction, it only makes it worse as your head spins-

a few people almost trip down the stairs. one lecturer does trip, and the lecture is cancelled and never delivered after the poor man ends up in the hospital. and more than once, the electricians are called in to invesigate the odd smell, but nothing's ever found (because there is nothing to find).

all this, and mike crew still doesn't say a single meaningful word to anybody beyond the usual english niceties. like he'll be friendly, but not too friendly. bc you know, he might now be an avatar of Fear Itself, but he'll be damned if he drops the good ol' politeness that his parents drilled into his head.

then the summer afterwards, or maybe it's in two years, he's gone. he doesn't finish the degree, leaving just as the pressure ramps up. and the ozone and the warping of reality and the vertigo and everything else go with him - and you hadn't even realised it was him that was causing them until they're no longer there.

you don't hear from him again.

(bonus: Simon Fairchild starts showing up and accosting Mike at random to get him to join their cult family.)

#look #there's two decades unaccounted for - what was he DOING other than throwing people off ladders in France??#tma spoilers #michael crew #mike crew #tma #the magnus archives #vast #ive officially been brainrotting over mike crew for over a month #this is basically an anniversary post lmao #simon fairchild #uni student mike au #i guess #michael mike crew #the vast

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swissmissficrecs · 4 years

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Schools and universities

2 years ago, I made a list of fics where Sherlock and John are students in high school, college, or university. I have some more to add now, plus fics where they are either instructors or investigating a case in an academic setting.

Academic Eros by deuxexmycroft (47K, NR, Johnlock) It's John's last year doing theory at university before he starts training in a hospital. But to get there, he first has to pass the infamous Dr Sherlock Holmes' Biochemistry paper ...

After School Special by Sexxica (38K, E, Johnlock) Not even his fantasies could have prepared John for what happens when he is caught hiding under his chemistry teacher's desk. The prospect of detention has never been so exciting. Cooperative Principle by bendingsignpost (56K, E, Johnlock) As the newest instructor at St. Bart's, John has been explicitly warned to never do Sherlock Holmes any favours. Too bad the sex is so good. First-order Idiots by weweretold (54K, E, Johnlock) At a conference, Sherlock Holmes, researcher in deductive reasoning at St. Bartholomew College of Engineering, meets John Watson, military robotics researcher at Polytechnical University of Kabul. "We’ve only just met and we’re going to work on a research grant proposal together?” “Problem?” How to Sleep with Your Enemy in One Semester by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (9K, M, Johnlock) Visiting professors John Watson and Sherlock Holmes are longtime academic rivals — and now unwilling office mates — at a prestigious American university. When their tense arguments give way to an undercurrent of mutual attraction, their war of wits turns into something more personal — until it goes off course. A party, a phone number, and deserted office at night might just bring them back together.

Learning Curve by thpontiacbandit (41K, M, Johnlock) John is a Kindergarten teacher. One of his students, a boy named Henry Holmes, refuses to speak in school. John is determined to get to the bottom of it, and that is how he meets Sherlock Holmes.

Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (31K, T, Johnlock) John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

My Love, My Game, My Vocation by jaradel (42K, T, Johnlock) Fifteen-year-old John Watson is one of the youngest students to be admitted to winter term at Pacific Tech. That's not all - Professor Moriarty has chosen John as the new lead for his most important project, where he'll be working with young physics genius Sherlock Holmes. But nothing is quite what John expects when he finds out he's rooming with Sherlock... Oh, and there's an evil plot to thwart!

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (13K, T, Johnlock) The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

Parallel by brbsoulnomming (77K, M, Johnlock, OFC/OFC) There's a case at a secondary school/University, some series of threats or string of bizarre murders that has the entire campus shaken. In the course of the investigation, Sherlock and John meet two students. One is well liked if not popular, athletic, intelligent without showing off, involved only because they were close to a victim or witnessed something important. The other is a loner with no regard for social norms, an insufferable genius, always in the chem lab, and involved because everyone, including teachers/professors, think they're behind everything.Sherlock and John are responsible for these two meeting. And, because they both want to help with the investigation, they get to watch them become friends and fall a little in love. And that makes them feel things about themselves that they've been working very hard to not feel, thank you.

Point of Maximal Impulse by Smirkdoctor (orphaned) (15K, E, Johnlock) Today was the first standardized patient interaction, and John was nervous, and very nearly late. He knew it was silly, but the act of finally introducing himself as “Doctor Watson”, of laying hands on another living, breathing human aside from his learning partner for physical exam maneuvers...in a medical capacity...well, it felt huge. He took one last deep breath and rapped three times on the door of exam room 221-B, listening for acknowledgement from the patient within. “Oh, do come in,” drawled the richest baritone voice John had ever heard.

Rhyme by parachute_silks (72K, M, Johnlock, OFC/OFC) Sophie Heaney is suspected of killing her mother and her mother's lover; John and Sherlock arrive at Oxford University to work out whether that's true. In the course of their investigation they can't help but notice some uncomfortable parallels between Sophie's relationship with her friend Amy and their own increasingly tension-filled friendship. *Feelings* ensue, which the two not-quite-couples attempt to deal with while simultaneously trying to catch a murderer.

stay (just a little bit longer) by subtext-is-my-division (15K, E, Johnlock) John may not be an expert, but he's pretty sure that shagging your ex is a bloody awful idea.(Shame the sex is so good, though.)

Teacher's Pet by Rehfan (40K, E, Johnlock) Captain John Watson decides to teach Anatomy and Physiology at Sherlock's uni. Lucky for Sherlock. The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (99K, E, Johnlock) Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong?

The Boötes Void by J_Bailler (24K, M, Johnlock) Research time at the telescopes of Cambridge's Mullard Radio Astronomy Observatory is a highly sought-after resource for the university's postgraduate students. On a swelteringly hot summer weekend, there is a bit of a cock-up with the bookings… The Burning Life by Morwen_Maranwe (229K, E, Johnlock, Warstan) After being shot and invalided from the Army, John is living a despondent life with a wife who has no respect and no love for him any longer, yet he is desperate to make their marriage work. In a last ditch effort to save their marriage, he moves them out of London and to some small, nameless town where his good friend, Mike Stamford, has been able to get him a job as a teacher at a secondary school. There he meets a teenage boy who he has an undeniable connection to, and who has the ability to make his life seem less meaningless. Though he knows that it’s wrong, John just can’t stop the relationship he is developing with Sherlock from growing. It slowly begins to spiral out of control, consuming his entire life like a wild fire and changing him in ways he didn’t think were possible anymore. The Camford Dares by writerfan2013 (17K, T, Johnlock) Sherlock is being mysterious and secretive and John is being particularly stubborn and their annoying case in a well-known university town is not helping anything. Case!fic! Mystery and infuriation but ultimately johnlock.

Wait by roselavy (78K, E, Johnlock) Liberal arts AU. Sherlock Holmes is a reclusive literary writer in need of a flatmate after burning through his latest book advance, John Watson is midway through a PhD in art history.

#rec list #unilock

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cakesunflower · 5 years

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Quiet Hours [College!Luke AU] Ch. 14

I’mma be honest,,,,I have no idea wtf this chapter is. I wrote most of this story over a year ago, this chap included, and I have no idea what the purpose of this chapter is, other than the end. Don’t know if I’m genuinely disappointed with this chap or if it’s just a ~mood~ I’m in but,,,yeah. here ya go i guess. i apologize if it makes no sense

Chapter 14

HALLOWEEN FALLING ON a weekend this year meant parties raging from Thursday night all the way through Sunday. Unfortunately, that also meant possibly having more than one Halloween costume, which was a necessity for Ophelia. The night before Halloween, she had gone back home because her parents were throwing a Halloween party of their own, which they did every year, so she went to be with her family and see all of her younger cousins.

Friday night, which was Halloween night, Ophelia was back in time to change out of her basic cat costume that she had bought last minute and into her Morticia Addams costume consisting of a long yet tight black dress with flared sleeves and a deep V-neck cut that was firm around the bust area, allowing for her breasts to look appealing yet also stay in place. Her hair was straightened, a black choker was around her neck, and her smokey eyed makeup and red lips completed the look.

“If my boobs looked half as nice as yours, I would be happy for the rest of my life,” Tanya commented as she took in Ophelia’s costume, prompting the hazel eyed girl to let out a light laugh with a flush of her cheeks.

“I’m pretty sure Shawn likes your boobs just fine,” Ophelia teasingly replied, earning a grin from Tanya as she adjusted the crop top of her costume. She had pulled out one of her traditional two piece Indian outfits, consisting of a crop top and a long skirt, along with a red bindi on the center of her forehead.

The four girls left their apartment as the Uber arrived and as the female driver told them how nice they looked, Ophelia was texting Luke, who was telling her that he and the boys were already at the party they were headed to. Luke hadn’t seen Ophelia’s costume yet, but she had seen his through Snapchats, and she couldn’t wait to see it in person.

Luke was dressed as a vampire of sorts, sticking to his own closet of all black and his leather jacket, hair pushed back behind his ears, eyeliner that he had borrowed from Crystal on his lower waterline and a single trickle of fake blood coming down from either corners of his mouth. Definitely was giving Damon Salvatore a run for his money.

The drive to the frat house wasn’t long and the four girls got out and walked up the steps to the bustling house. It was one of the nicer frats, big with two pillars outside the front door to hold up the overhead roof of the porch where two guys were standing there, collecting money from those walking in. They had arrived before nine-thirty, so getting in for them was free as they entered the house where the walls were vibrating with the music playing and the air stunk of alcohol and weed, as per usual.

The girls already had some alcohol running through their system, having pregamed at their apartment and Laurel had also snuck in a water bottle full of vodka in the leather jacket of her Emma Swan costume.

I’m downstairs in the game room if you wanna come by :-)

A small smile tugged at Ophelia’s lips at Luke’s message she had just received and after taking a quick shot from the water-vodka bottle, she broke off from her friends after telling them where she was headed. Pushing her way through drunk or high college students with music deafening her ears, Ophelia walked down the familiar hall before arriving at the entryway to the quite large gameroom the frat had made for itself.

Walking past the ping pong table where a game of beer pong was appropriately going on, Ophelia’s eyes landed on the familiar boys leaning against the wall in the corner. She neared them, smiling in greeting when both Luke’s and Calum’s eyes landed on her. “Morticia Addams!” Calum cheered, lifting his beer can with a wide grin on his face.

Ophelia grinned at his recognition of her costume, shouldering past someone until she was in front of the two boys dressed as vampires. “Hello, darlings,” she greeted in return, waving her hand dramatically to match her tone of voice as an impersonation of the character she was dressed as. “Are you all dressed as vamps so you didn’t have to actually shop for a costume?”

“Don’t expose us now, sweetheart,” Luke responded smoothly with a smirk, eyes shamelessly raking down Ophelia’s figure as he drank in the sight of her. He had subtly straightened against the wall once his eyes landed on her approaching form, taking in the way the tight dress hugged her snugly and how her neck, collarbones, and breasts were exposed the perfect amount for his stomach to churn and acutely feel the blood rushing through his veins. The choker around her neck had Luke wickedly wishing it was replaced by his hand. “We’re broke uni kids tryin’ to find the cheapest way to make a Halloween costume.”

She didn’t miss the way Luke looked her over, gaze meeting hers briefly in smug approval and she ignored the flush that spread across her cheeks and warmed her more than the hot atmosphere of the party. Taking a sip from his can, Calum asked her, “you drinking tonight?”

“Not too much,” Ophelia shook her head. “We pre-gamed and I’m pretty sure it’s my turn to be the somewhat sober one for tonight,” she added with a light chuckle as the song playing throughout the house changed into some rap she didn’t know.

Calum nodded and Luke, finally tearing his eyes off of Ophelia, glanced at something over her shoulder before nudging Calum. “Mike and Ash are up,” he said, nodding to something behind Ophelia. She glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of Michael and Ashton on one side of the pong table, getting ready to play a round of beer pong with two other guys.

It was then when Calum excused himself, walking over to watch the game up close and Ophelia turned to look at the boy still leaning against the wall, raising a brow. “Not gonna watch?” she asked, stepping forward only because there were people stumbling around behind her.

Luke didn’t mind, wishing she would come even closer as he gave her a lazy shrug. “They’ll probably win,” he said knowingly, finishing off his beer before putting the can on a random small round table to his left. Returning his gaze to Ophelia, Luke briefly wet his lower lip before pulling it into his mouth and reaching forward to grasp her hand in his. Ophelia glanced at their now joined hands, allowing Luke to pull her closer as he leaned his head back against the wall, hooded gaze on the girl in front of him as he mused lowly, “so where’s the Gomez to your Tish?”

Ophelia let out an airy laugh, allowing Luke to press her front against his and feeling her heart do that familiar leap as he fixed his intense, blue eyed stare at her. She felt Luke’s hands on her hips, fingers digging into her skin through her dress as she shrugged one shoulder. “This particular Morticia Addams is single and looking for a new Gomez.”

Luke released a short laugh, the sound deep yet squeaky that Ophelia found so stupidly adorable. She also didn’t find it fair how good he looked in eyeliner. “Any chance the new Gomez is a vampire?” Luke questioned with a quirk of an eyebrow, his lips curling into a not-so-discreet smirk.

“I don’t know,” Ophelia hummed, her own fingers lightly playing with the lapels of Luke’s leather jacket. The bass of the song playing thrummed in her chest as she added teasingly, “I’d like my Gomez to have facial hair which you, unfortunately, do not.”

Luke’s jaw slackened in a surprised exclaim, followed by amused laughter that Ophelia joined in on. The Australian had recently shaved off his growing facial hair, though it was already growing back as stubble decorated his chin and jaw, and Ophelia was mildly disappointed because Luke with a slight beard was a turn on in of itself. She definitely loved feeling it scratch along her skin whenever he kissed her—whether it be on her lips or anywhere else.

“It’s growing, I promise,” Luke assured her, pinching her hip slightly playfully as Ophelia let out a small giggle, swatting his hand lightly but not enough to have him pull it away. “But really,” he then said, arms winding so his hands pressed against her lower back, gaze trailing down her front before meeting her bright eyes as a wicked, dimpled grin returned to his face, “you’ve definitely the best costume here, babe.”

Ophelia couldn’t stop the giddy grin on her face if she tried, hands pressing against Luke’s chest, feeling the silky material of his button up under her palms. It was hot as shit in the house, the mass amounts of bodies generating too much heat, but Ophelia still wasn’t close enough. His compliment brought back the airly elation in her chest and the warmth in her cheeks, gaze fixed on her fingers fiddling with the buttons on his leather jacket as she mumbled, “you’re sweet.”

“Honest,” he corrected lowly though his deep voice could still be heard over the music, right hand trailing up her side before his ring clad index finger hooked into the front of the black net choker. Luke noticed the way Ophelia’s throat worked, smirking to himself as he pulled it towards him.

“You’re gonna break it,” Ophelia warned, almost breathlessly, leaning towards him so he didn’t, in fact, snap the flimsy necklace. She had to tilt her head back as Luke’s finger remained hooked, the back of it pressing against her throat as she flickered her gaze to meet his. There was a devilish glint in his blue eyes that she knew all too well, her hands fisting his shirt.

Luke pulled the corner of his lower lip into his mouth, releasing the necklace though making sure it didn’t snap against her neck too harshly, before using that same finger to lightly trail down her front. Ophelia watched, frozen and transfixed as the music in her ears drowned out, as Luke’s gaze followed the path his finger went. Down the column of her throat, the dip at the base, past her collarbones.

Ophelia’s breath hitched, rolling her lips into her mouth as she felt goosebumps rising on her skin despite the hot atmosphere created by the body heat collected in here. Her knees were weakening and her grip on Luke’s shirt was tightening, though he didn’t mind at all as his smirk widened and finger trailed down the exposed valley of her breasts. The room may be hot, but Ophelia suddenly had goosebumps.

She knew they were in public and what Luke was doing—the look he was giving her—was absolutely sinful and melting her from the inside out, and she wouldn’t be surprised if she chewed off the lipstick from her lower lip as Luke’s smirk widened even more. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the quickening of her breath and tightening of her grip on him had his dick twitching in his pants, aching to get out. The pretty girl in front of him didn’t even have to do anything to make Luke lose any sense of control, which he was trying his best to maintain.

He couldn’t help it—Ophelia just looked too fucking good.

Luke’s gaze dropped to where his finger stopped at the end of the V dip in her dress, right in the middle just below her breasts and Ophelia could’ve sworn the tip of his finger was going to sear into her skin. She wouldn’t mind. But just having one lone finger of Luke’s on her, their fronts pressed together and music thumping in their chests, wasn’t enough. “Fucking hell, Luke,” Ophelia breathed out, loosening her grip on his shirt and sliding her hands up his chest, shoulders and neck to cup his jaw. “Kiss me already.”

He wasn’t going to lie—it was a fucking turn-on when Ophelia got demanding so he didn’t deprive her any longer as his hand went from her dress to splay across her throat, fingers gripping the sides of her face to pull her in. Luke leaned forward to meet her in the middle as their lips pressed together heatedly, desperately.

Ophelia melted into him once more, excitement twisting her stomach as she pressed herself against Luke, who in turn didn’t skip a beat in turning them around so she was the one against the wall. Luke’s left hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into her skin through her dress and the palm of his other against her throat while the fingers of those hands gripped her jaw. His tongue slid into her mouth easily, Ophelia giving him access almost immediately as she once again fisted his shirt to keep him close. The feel of his hand against her throat lit a fire inside her she hadn’t expected, especially with the metal of the cool rings against her warm skin.

They couldn’t get enough of each other.

Both of them had the same thought process of pushing away from this wall and finding a more private place to continue their endeavor, but suddenly the music was tuning back into their ears as Tanya’s voice was yelling over it. “Ophelia! Lia, come on!”

Ophelia’s brows furrowed, reluctantly pulling away from Luke’s lips as they both blinked at each other in confusion, not missing how both of their lips were slightly swollen and Luke’s fake blood was a bit smudged. His broad shoulders were blocking Ophelia’s view, but he stepped aside to show Tanya, looking utterly frazzled and worried that had Ophelia snapping out of the daze Luke had put her in. “What’s wrong?” she asked, stepping away from the wall and towards her friend.

Tanya looked utterly alarmed, which in turn increased Ophelia’s worry as Luke’s own brows furrowed in concern. “I think some dude spiked Laurel’s drink,” she explained in a rush, her hasty voice muddling her words together. “We finished the bottle and she went to get a cup of something and after a few sips she deadass nearly passed out. She’s—she’s not making any sense and she isn’t acting like she normally does when she’s drunk. Someone drugged her.”

A ball of lead fell into the pit of Ophelia’s stomach, mouth falling open at a sharp intake of panicked breath. “Where is she?” she demanded through a terrified, trembling voice. Next to her, Luke’s expression had gone from initial shock into a fierce glare, unfiltered anger mixing with his blood as his jaw clenched tightly at the knowledge of one of his friends being drugged.

“Outside with Isabelle,” Tanya responded, her dark eyes glassing over with tears of obvious fright, not knowing what was going to happen to their friend. “Laur keeps going in and out of consciousness. I don’t—Ophelia, I don’t know if she’ll be okay.”

The beat of the fast paced music couldn’t keep up with Ophelia’s thundering heart, mouth dry with anxiety, but before she could say anything, Luke’s hand gripped Ophelia’s and he was walking away, his other pressing against Tanya’s lower back to guide both girls to wherever they were headed. Ophelia stared at him in surprised confusion, distressed thoughts of Laurel swimming in her head, as Luke stopped at the ping pong table where his friends were.

“Guys,” he stated over the music, voice firm and loud and immediately catching the attention of Calum, Ashton, and Michael, the latter of the two still in the middle of their game. But one look at Luke’s hard set features had them sobering up as they stepped closer. “Tanya, take Ash, Mike, and Ophelia to Laurel. Ash’s mum’s a nurse, he’ll know how to take care of her.”

Ashton’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, exchanging looks with the equally bewildered boys, though Luke gave them no time to comment before his steely gaze was set on Calum. “You’re comin’ with me—we’re finding the fucker who drugged Laurel.”

His words had the other three boys going rigid, shocked expressions quickly washing over with infuriated ones of locked jaws and hardened eyes. Tanya and Ophelia exchanged worried looks, not at all used to seeing the four boys they always saw smiling looking so dangerously livid. “Tanya.” Luke’s accent was thicker with the anger weighing down on it. “D’you know who did it?”

Her throat worked nervously, brows scrunched together in fright as she thought of Laurel. “Yeah. Laur said she got her drink from Hayden Laughlin. He’s—”

“I know who he is,” Calum’s voice cut through, dark brown eyes meeting Luke’s blue ones he nodded in confirmation. “We have anthropology together.”

Ophelia’s grip on Luke’s hand tightened as he nodded, watching the muscle in his jaw twitch before gritting out, “let’s go.”

Luke then looked towards her, expression softening almost immediately at the sight of her expression that was an overwhelming mixture of fear, confusion, and worry. He pressed his lips to her forehead, Ophelia’s eyes briefly shutting at the comforting gesture despite her heart beating erratically in her chest. “I’ll see you outside. Take care of Laurel,” he murmured against her skin before she nodded, green eyes meeting blue.

With a nod towards Calum, Luke and he left the room while Tanya guided the rest through the house towards the front door. Ophelia’s heart was beating in her ears, palms suddenly clammy at the thought of something being terribly wrong with her friend. Laurel knew the dangers of drinking at a party from anything that wasn’t an unopened can or bottle, but Ophelia couldn’t even focus on her concerned-induced anger as they made it out of the stifling frat house and stumbled into the cold night air.

Her dress was sticking to her skin, now uncomfortably, as Tanya led them towards the sidewalk. Ophelia’s heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach at the sight of Isabelle sitting on a lone bench on the deserted sidewalk, cars parked while none were in sight nor were there any people walking about, with Laurel laying down next to her with her head against Isabelle’s chest. The unease and worry twisted Opehlia’s insides, heart thundering as they neared the two, hoping whatever Laurel was given wasn’t anything too serious.

They rushed forward, Ashton in the lead as he leaned down on his knees in front of the bench, grasping Laurel’s hand as his fingers pressed to the inside of her wrist, checking for her pulse as he began asking her questions. The muffled noise of music from the house had dissolved into an irritating ringing in Ophelia’s ears, watching with wide worried eyes as Laurel failed to answer Ashton’s questions. She was mumbling incoherently, shaking her head sluggishly and pressing her face further into Isabelle’s chest.

“Is she okay?” Ophelia asked Ashton, her brows still drawn together as Michael stood next to her, staring at the scene in front of him in concern. Tanya was to her right, the two of them gripping hands as Isabelle’s eyes remained glued to Ashton, who had gently let go of Laurel’s wrist.

“Her heart rate’s a bit slowed down,” he said, looking at them over his shoulder concernedly. “It’s better if she gets to the hospital quickly.”

“Mmm, no hospital,” came Laurel’s slowed, sluggish speech as everyone’s gazes snapped over to her. Her eyes were shut and brows were drawn together, facing upwards. “‘M fine. No hospital.”

Ophelia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Laur, you were drugged,” she stated the obvious with a scoff. “You need to go to the hospital because we don’t know what the hell they gave you.”

“He said it was one roofie,” Luke’s thick accented voice suddenly sounded, prompting Ophelia to look over her shoulder as she caught sight of him and Calum approaching them, feeling the tiniest sense of relief at the sight of them. Luke held up a small packet of pills, handing them to Ashton. “Dunno how much I believe him.”

“You punched him in the face a couple of times,” Calum said from next to him, Ophelia’s eyes widening and eyebrows raising at his words as her gaze flickered back to an indifferent Luke. “I’d say he was being honest if he knew what was good for him.”

Gaze raking over the blonde, Ophelia noticed how his hair was messy and no longer pushed back, the steely look still in his eyes and before she could notice anything else, Ashton’s voice cut through. “Yeah, these are just mild sedatives. If this is what he used, she should be fine.”

Ophelia bit her nails worriedly. “But what if that’s not what he used?” She looked at everyone else, who all took in the anxious expression she wore in concern for her friend. “We should take her to the hospital.”

“Shhh,” Laurel slurred, holding her finger up in a lazy gesture of silence before her arm fell right down as if it was dead weight. “Hospitals. . . Bad. They’ll call. . . Cops. No ques-questions.”

“She’s not in the right state of mind to make that call,” Michael spoke up, his eyebrows steepened uneasily before glancing at everyone. “That asshole could be lying about how much he gave her.”

And so with determined nods, the seven of them unanimously decided to take their incapacitated friend to the hospital, anger and worry coursing through their systems and hoping whatever was coursing through Laurel’s wasn’t anything serious.

*****

When the doctor reported that Laurel was going to be okay and that they would keep her overnight just to make sure, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. Tanya offered to stay the night with Laurel since she was allowed to have one overnight guest, and so once Shawn came by to drop off some extra clothes for his girlfriend, everyone bid their goodbyes to the two girls and reluctantly left the hospital.

Shawn was nice enough to fit Isabelle and Michael into his car to drive them back to the apartment building, and since Ashton had driven to the party and had nothing to drink despite playing beer pong, he drove the rest back in his own vehicle. They were all still a bit shaken up about what happened but as Ophelia and Luke sat in the backseat, she gently grasped his right hand and held his fingers, thumb lightly grazing over his knuckles.

They were an angry red under his rings, though not so much anymore since Luke had received an ice pack at the hospital. Ophelia didn’t waste time imagining what Hayden looked like after Luke delivered punches that created the hint of bruises on his hands, just satisfied that someone knocked him out.

“Don’t you need these?” she murmured softly, quietly, though she was sure Ashton and Calum couldn’t hear them since the radio was humming in the background and the two boys upfront were busy in their own conversation. “You know, being a musician and all.”

She was holding up Luke’s hand, still gripping his fingers gently as she ran her thumb over the rings he wore on every finger. The taller of the two let out a short chuckle, head tilted towards her ever so slightly as he assured raspily, “was worth it.”

Subtle, sweet comments like that from Luke made Ophelia’s breath catch in her throat, smiling to herself as she kept her loose grip on Luke’s hand and peered out the window. Arriving at their building, the four of them went up the elevator and headed towards the doors, only for Ophelia to pause when she was in front of hers as it swung open. She blinked at Isabelle, who had changed into her sweats and had a jacket on top with a bag in her hand. “Where are you going?”

“Jill’s,” Isabelle answered. “You gonna be okay by yourself? I can stay if you want me to.”

Before Ophelia could answer, Luke spoke up from where he was lingering by his own doorway, the rest of the boys already inside. “She won’t be by herself.” The girls looked his way as he shot a small smile towards Ophelia. “I’ll come by once I’ve changed.”

An excited smile spread on Ophelia’s lips as she nodded, looking back at Isabelle who had a knowing smirk on her own face. Ophelia rolled her eyes, pulling her best friend out of the apartment and bidding her goodbye before walking in. She bolted the door so Luke could walk right in, heading towards her room to change out of her outfit.

She let out a breath, feeling some of the tension leave her body. The lingering worry for Laurel still remained, the freezing shock that had taken over her body very gradually melting away. At least Laurel was okay. She had been coherent when they left the hospital, more embarrassed and pissed off than anything else, but the fear of something serious happening to her friend had Ophelia letting out a shaky breath. Laurel was okay. She needed to remember that.

Ophelia changed into black leggings and a loose white shirt, standing in front of the mirror as she debated on removing her makeup. Her lipstick was off—thanks to her constantly worrying at her lips and Luke’s kisses—and she kind of really loved her eye makeup too much to take it off. Instead, she picked up her phone and ordered Domino’s consisting of a buffalo chicken pizza both she and Luke enjoyed, cheesy bread, and a brownie-cookie pie for dessert. By the time she hung up and wandered into the living room, she saw Luke shut the door behind him. He was now in a black hoodie and athletic shorts with his curly hair pulled into a man-bun that Ophelia found ridiculously attractive.

“I ordered Domino’s for dinner,” she informed him, dropping her phone on the couch as she sat on it on her knees to look up at Luke, who stood behind the couch. “You hungry?”

Luke hummed, nearing so he stood right in front of her at the back of the couch and placed his hands on top of it. “Yeah,” he responded, smirk curling at his lips as he leaned his face closer to Ophelia’s. “Can I get my appetizer first?”

Ophelia barely had time to laugh as Luke closed the gap and captured her lips. She made a noise of approval against his soft lips, pushing herself up as much as she could on her knees as her hands cupped his jaw. Growing stubble tickled her palms as their mouths parted to deepen the kiss, tongues meeting languidly. Kissing Luke was something Ophelia perpetually craved, always losing herself in the way his large hands gripped her and how his tongue explored every crevice of her mouth as if for the first time.

Luke nipped at her pouty lips, arms around her waist and, fuck, he could feel the tent forming in his loose shorts at the distinct taste of her cherry chapstick he was eating up. And he had plans to eat up so much more if it weren’t for the obnoxious knocking at the door.

Ophelia pulled back instantly with a gasp, the sudden banging thudding in her chest as her eyes widened in startlement. Luke, meanwhile, groaned at the loss of contact, disappointed as Ophelia shot him an apologetic look. “One sec,” she said, shifting off the couch and padding barefooted to the door, which was practically shaking with the force the person was knocking with. She frowned in annoyance, pulling open the door.

Her heart ceased for a moment at the sight of Gabe, looking totally pissed as a fierce scowl greeted her. She blinked, taking in the sneer set on his lips and eyes darkened and narrowed in obvious anger. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Gabe spat out, tone seething. Ophelia blinked, grip on the door handle tightening as she stared at him in alarm. “You had the cops go through our shit because of the weed?”

“What?” Ophelia shot back in both confusion and disbelief, staring at the angry resident in front of her. Gabe’s glare was furious and annoyed, and Ophelia couldn’t help swallowing inaudibly as she remembered her encounter with him and his friends a while back at the bonfire. He made her uncomfortable, and she didn’t like the intolerable shivers that passed through her. “I wasn’t even here—I didn’t even know the cops showed up.”

But Gabe wasn’t having any of that. He was too pissed about the fact that he and his roommates had to flush down any weed they had left when the banging on the other side of their door had identified itself as campus police earlier today. It was a lot of moneys worth, and he wasn’t going to let some prissy resident advisor get away with wasting his money like that. “Don’t bullshit me,” he snapped, taking a step inside the apartment. Ophelia immediately took one back, incredulous that he had the nerve to invade her space like this. “You’re the only bitch who—”

“Oi!” Luke’s sudden deep voice rang out from behind Ophelia, and her shoulders immediately sank with relief because Gabe’s overbearing demeanor had her forgetting about the boy in her apartment. She felt him behind her, his welcoming pine scent surrounding her as Luke then came to stand right next to her short figure, and she glanced up to see a narrow eyed glare on his face. “The fuck did you just say?”

This time it was Gabe’s turn to be momentarily in shock, not expecting to see a guy much taller and broader than him appear next to the girl he was pissed off at. But he quickly recovered, his own scowl returning as he squared his shoulders. With the comfort of Luke next to her, Ophelia almost laughed at how miniscule Gabe seemed in comparison to the Australian. “A bitch,” Gabe repeated, glowering at Luke before looking at Ophelia. “A fucking narc who can’t mind—”

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there,” Luke cut in darkly, Ophelia having to bite the inside of her lower lip at the tautness of his accented voice. He held his ring clad fingers out, taking a step forward and slightly blocking Gabe’s view of Ophelia. “You’re gonna apologize to her and then you’re gonna walk the fuck away,” Luke spoke in an even, cool voice with just the right amount of edge to acknowledge the anger he felt.

Gabe almost looked affronted. “She called the fucking cops on me, man!”

“No, I didn’t,” Ophelia spoke up, annoyance lacing her tone as she stepped around Luke, staring at the guy at her door. “It was probably another R.A. or something. You’re not exactly discreet, Gabe; someone was bound to call the damn cops on you.” She made a mental note to ask Clarke if it was him, or any of the other R.A.’s that had been on duty while she was gone. Gabe was her resident and it was only natural for him to assume it was her, but the hostility wasn’t necessary in the least.

“Heard that? It wasn’t her,” Luke stated, blue eyes fixed on Gabe and Ophelia noticed the twitching of the muscle in Luke’s jaw. He looked almost as angry as he had at the party earlier tonight, and Ophelia hoped he wasn’t about to punch Gabe. “Stop cryin’ over some wasted weed and get the hell out of this apartment.”

His words left no room for argument, jutting his chin forward as an added silent way of telling Gabe to get out. The dark haired boy pursed his lips, knowing if he swung his fist like he wanted he would only end up being knocked out by the taller guy. So he settled for yet another glare delivered towards Ophelia, who boldly scowled right back before Gabe muttered something incoherent under his breath and walked off in the direction of his apartment.

Ophelia scoffed as she walked further into her living room, hearing Luke shut the door behind her as she muttered, “unbelievable. Holy shit.”

“I hate that guy,” Luke said as Ophelia plopped herself down on the couch with a huff, running her fingers through her hair. “I had class with him last semester and he always walked in stoned out of his mind. Most of my clothes reeked of weed because of him.”

He sat next to Ophelia, the couch dipping next to her as she shifted so her back was against the armrest, legs going to rest on Luke’s lap. He almost instantly began rubbing his hands up and down her calves, the action wholly enjoyed by the brunette. “He’s a piece of shit,” Ophelia agreed, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. Absently, as she flipped through channels, she let a mutter slip, “loves to bother the residents and creep on girls.”

Luke’s ears perked at that, head turning to look at Ophelia who was still looking through channels, seemingly unaware of what she had just said. Scrunching his eyebrows, Luke asked, “what do you mean, creep on girls?”

“Hmm?” Ophelia hummed, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at Luke, slightly confused. “What?”

Stopping his movements on her legs, Luke ignored the disapproving whine that escaped from Ophelia as she pouted. “Gabe creeps on girls?” he asked, hands resting on her leggings clad calves yet not moving like Ophelia wished they would. “How would you know that?”

Ophelia blinked, realizing the minor detail she let slip and quickly recovering as she waved the remote around. “I’ve just seen him bothering girls at parties and stuff,” she lied, flickering her gaze to the TV which was currently playing an old episode of Grey’s Anatomy. “Doesn’t know when to take no for an answer.”

She didn’t know why she didn’t just tell Luke the truth about Gabe and his friends cornering her at the bonfire that night. It wasn’t a big deal—at least, not to her anymore—so covering it up with some lie made it seem like she was hiding something substantial. Which is why when Ophelia glanced back at Luke and saw the way he was raising a knowing eyebrow that told her he was about to call her out on her shit, Ophelia let out a sigh.

“The night of the bonfire,” was all she said, watching as realization dawned on Luke’s face in the form of parted lips and narrowed eyes, the flash of anger across his face not going unnoticed by her. “But it’s whatever now. He hasn’t done anything since so it’s fine.”

“A guy freaking a girl out like that is anything but fine, Ophelia,” Luke argued, ready to jump off the couch and stalk down the hall to deliver his second punch of the night. He remembered the look on Ophelia’s face that night, frazzled and wide eyed and scared, and now that he knew who had brought upon that reaction from her, Luke’s urge to give Gabe a piece of his mind increased tenfold. “He’s an ass and if he did any—”

“He didn’t,” Ophelia assured him, sitting up slightly to lean towards Luke a bit. Her legs were still on his lap and his hands were still on them. “You don’t need to go fighting anyone else for tonight. A guitarist needs his fingers, doesn’t he?”

Luke’s lips pressed together, exhaling sharply through his nose because he didn’t want to just let this go. Nothing pissed Luke off more than self-righteous dickheads trying to get their way with girls who clearly have no interest in them. But the look Ophelia was giving him; a soft smile on her kissable lips and hazel eyes kind and sincere was enough to keep Luke rooted on his spot on the couch.

So he smirked, gaze flickering to her lips briefly before meeting hers once more as he leaned closer to Ophelia, the tips of their noses brushing. “I can use my fingers for a lot more than just the guitar, pretty girl,” he murmured raspily, sexily. Ophelia’s stomach damn near tightened immediately at the sound of his low, Australian tone, the innuendo, and the new nickname he never called her by before. So much in that one sentence that was overwhelming Ophelia in the best of ways.

But something else crossed through her mind, a reminder of something they needed to do because they’d put it off for too long. Having an active sex life wasn’t the solution to the problems they’d faced in the past, and Ophelia figured it was about time they got everything out and cleared the air.

So she pressed her hand against Luke’s chest and gave him a gentle push, locking her eyes with his confused ones as she said, “Before we do any of that, I think we should talk, Luke, about us. About what this is.”

Nothing the more serious tone Ophelia had adopted, Luke pulled back a bit, and she felt a bit of relief at the understanding in his eyes as he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He let out a breath, running his fingers through his hair while his other arm rested on top of the couch. Ophelia watched him, watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and his blue eyes focused on the table in front of them, trying to figure out what to say. She waited, patiently, rewarded when he finally looked at her with the guilt swimming in his eyes as he said, “I’m sorry I haven’t been straightforward with you, Lia.”

She began shaking her head. “You’ve already apologized for that, Luke,” she told him, a gentle smile on her face as she raised her arm to rest her hand on top of his that was on the couch. Though her touch was gentle, feather light in regards to the fact that he’d just punched a guy out earlier that night. “No more apologies. I just—I think we need to establish what this is, you know? Get it out in the open so there’s no room for, like, confusion.”

“I haven’t done this in a while and I just—I don’t wanna screw it up more than I already have,” Luke confessed, the guilt and self reprimandation clear across his features as his eyebrows furrowed a bit. In her own state of worry and exasperation over Luke, Ophelia hadn’t paused to consider the possibility of him being frustrated with himself, too. And she saw it on his face, right then; the want to be with her, but not entirely being sure how to go about it.

“Hey,” Ophelia spoke up, her tone gentle and sure as her eyes locked with his. The TV was nothing but background noise at this point, their focus only on one another. “You haven’t screwed this up.” With a teasing, light hearted grin, she added, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Luke let out a quiet chuckle, arm sliding away from Ophelia so he could grasp her hand. “Which is more than I deserve.” She watched his eyes drop to their hands, his touch soft and warm and enough to elicit those butterflies in the pit of her stomach. “But I really want this, Lia. I wanna give us a shot without being afraid of my own feelings just because I don’t completely understand them, you know? Because what I do know—” His gaze lifted to meet hers once more, and Ophelia would be lying if she said she didn’t feel her breath hitch in her throat at the sincerity in his eyes. “—is that I want to be with you. All in. Not just messing around.”

The honesty he spoke in, the absolute sureness of his voice, had the bubble of hope swelling up inside Ophelia’s chest, feeling the corners of her lips fight to tug up into a smile because that’s what she wanted to hear. She wanted him to be sure, to want this and her, because she wanted him just as badly. Not just for the sex, but everything else, too. Ophelia doesn’t have a damn clue when she started having these intense feelings for Luke that she couldn’t hope to ignore, but it didn’t matter. Because just spending time with him brought him a kind of contentedness she never really experienced, a flutter in her stomach and electricity jolting through her veins only he ever ignited. And to know he felt the same, wanted the same. . . She was sure her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

No more fighting each other or themselves. It was time they stopped being so damn stubborn and gave into what they wanted. The smile that upturned her lips was enough of an answer for Luke.

tags: @irwinkitten @glitterprincelu @softforcal @valentinelrh @sweetcherrymike @meetashthere @astroashtonio @captain-what-is-going-on @angelbbycal @calntynes @invisiblexcth @soulmatecashton @calumsmermaid @kchillout @thewackywriter @akacalciumhood @calumculture @ohhmuke @empathycth @flannelpunkcalum @poppedpins @novacanecalum @walkedhomealone @calistheloml @gettingjillywithit @hearts-to-the-sky @old-zeppelin-shirt @5sos-stan4lyfe @all-i-want-is2b-loved-by-you @calumthoodsyonce @xhaileyreneex @rosecoloredash @asht0ns-world @cxddlyash @mysteriouslycali @lmao5sosimagines @monsteramongmikey @calteahood @5secondssofssummer @sublimehood @biwriting @findingliam-o @isabella-mae13 @canujustnotplease @vxidhood

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just-give-me-half-a-cup · 4 years

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Hc's for Mike in my newsies uni/college au

Mike is a freshman

They smol

They, like Ike, know curse words in many languages, and use them a lot

Full name is Michael, but go by Mike or Maia

Gender fluid is why I'm using they/them pronouns, because it changes

A physiotherapy student why absolutely no clue, I just felt like they would

Bisexual

And in a relationship with my oc Ezekiel

They have the same level of madness, and both have a lot of dumb ideas

Their favourite thing to do is cuddle

Nights watching films while curled up together

They live with Ike, and my oc Monty

Them and Ike love playing light hearted pranks of Monty

Careful because he's been through shit, same as the twins

Mike has PTSD

Their parents were shite

Not that them or Ike ever talk about it

They only talk to each other

They are super close twins, and very chaotic

I love Mike and Ike, their chaotic energy is not appreciated enough

#mike newsies #mike and ike newsies #newsies hcs #newsies headcanons #newsies #ike newsies

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 4 years

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Hiya! Very excited for the CALM thingy you got going on. What do you think about 14 and 18 for Mikey in a uni!AU? Maybe theyve known each other through mutual friends but this is the first time theyre without them in the study hall, maybe they only sit together because the rest is full. i dunno. Thank you lovey!

I, too, am very excited for the CALM day! I’ve never written for Mike before so I hope this is okay!

Speech 14 - “I know you’re the president of the Anti-Social Club, but why don’t you join me?”

Speech 18 - “I think I’m in love with you”

AU 6 - University!AU

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Y/N could feel her heart rate increase rapidly when she walked into the university library only to see it completely packed with students, none of her friends to be seen.

She bit her lip, considering turning and leaving, going to find a cafe to study in or even braving going home, where her roommate had her boyfriend over and so she had been instructed to make herself scarce.

“Hey - Y/N!” It was a quiet whisper from her right hand side, making eye contact with Michael - who was a friend of a friend and who she found herself hanging out with, but only when she had the social buffer of her other friends. She offered him a strained smile, raising an awkward hang in greeting. “You okay?”

“Yeah - I just... think I’m gonna go,” she admitted, throwing a thumb over her shoulder as though to emphasise her words. Michael’s amusement shone clearly on his face and he raised his eyebrows at her.

“I know you’re the president of the Anti-Social Club, but why don’t you join me? I promise I won’t distract you from your studying,” he suggested.

“Are you - are you sure?”

“Come on,” Michael said, his face softening and he moved some of his papers out of the way from where it lay on the table in front of the seat which Y/N would be occupying.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, sliding into the chair opposite him and bringing out her books.

Michael smiled and shrugged in response, placing his headphones back on and returning to his studying. Y/N watched him for a few moments, her eyes tracing over his features, something which she rarely allowed herself to do when around their other friends, not wanting anyone to cotton onto the feelings she had towards him.

An hour of studying later, Y/N caught Michael’s attention when she let out a laugh at something on her phone.

“Everything okay?” He asked quietly and Y/N nodded, biting her lip shyly.

“Yeah - my friend’s boyfriend bought her ice cream, having not realised she’s lactose in tolerant and she just texted to ask me if I want it,” the story caused Michael to laugh a little as well. “I just... you know, free ice cream,” she shrugged.

“That will make any day better,” Michael agreed.

“Well she only lives down the road if you want to share it?” Y/N asked in a moment of bravery. Her heart dropped in her chest when she saw Michael’s face completely wipe from emotion.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” Y/N started to laugh at his serious tone, her heart fluttering at the smile it brought to Michael’s face. “It would be an honour to share some free ice cream with you.”

CALM Release Day!!!

#michael clifford #michael clifford fanfiction #michael clifford imagine #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford blurbs #university!Michael Clifford #University!AU #5 seconds of summer #CALM Release Day #courts blurbs #blurbs #requested

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evak-skam · 5 years

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Just Friends [elu au] // ch2

summary: Lucas has a giant crush on one of his friends (again, but this time it isn’t Yann), and once again said friend has a girlfriend. The thing that’s different this time around, though, is that Lucas has a girlfriend, too, which just adds to the pile of problems in his life. || College/Uni AU

CHAPTER TWO

“What are you doing?”

Lucas spins around with one hand gripping a t-shirt from his closet, the other hand loosely holding onto the one he had been wearing before. His blue eyes land on Yann rather quickly, who looks the slightest bit confused at his best friend shirtless while looking nervous as hell. “I’m having dinner with Eliott,” Lucas says.

Yann raises an eyebrow. He’s still a bit confused. “So, like... A date?”

“No.”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

“Because it’s Eliott,” Lucas stresses to him, hoping that simple explanation would be enough for Yann.

Yann lets out a short hum. “Look, man,” he starts and then walks over to Lucas. He grabs one shirt and tosses it back in the closet and then walks off, Lucas glancing down at the shirt that he had been wearing earlier that day. “If that’s the case, don’t bother stressing over what shirt to wear. Start stressing about where to eat. You can both be pretty indecisive about that shit.”

Lucas rolls his eyes because, yeah, he can be indecisive about that but Yann doesn’t need to point it out so blatantly. Or, maybe he does. Because he has a point. He ignores that bit for now, though, and instead focuses on the first part as he slips his shirt back on. “But I don’t want to look like horse shit next to him. Have you seen Eliott?”

“Yes, actually.” Yann leans against the door frame and crosses his arms. “But hey -- listen, you have a girlfriend, Lucas, and whether you like her or not, you can’t go cheating on her. If you think anything can happen between you and Eliott, you gotta break up with Chloe first.”

Slowly, Lucas nods. He understands where Yann is coming from and why, and Lucas actually doesn’t plan on cheating on Chloe; she’s sweet and nice, the problem was just that he didn’t like her the way she wanted him to and he didn’t have the guts to break it off with her yet. He runs a hand through his hair and glances at his phone on the bed as it lights up with a new message. Lucas grabs it and sees that it’s from Manon, but he doesn’t answer or even read it. He tosses it back on the bed as Yann starts to talk again.

“Hope you have fun with him tonight though, bro,” Yann honestly says with a smile, beginning to leave Lucas’ room. “I gotta go so I’m not late. Don’t do anything Baz would do and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Lucas laughs. “That doesn’t leave me much room!”

Yann grins and laughs, flipping Lucas off as he walks away, the brunet shouting for his best friend to have fun. And then, Lucas was alone in the small apartment once the door shut loudly a few minutes later. He plops down on his bed as he thinks over everything that Yann had said moments earlier. It’s true that he has to break up with Chloe if he wants anything with Eliott, but the other problem is Eliott and Lucille; they’ve been together for four years, and Lucas really doubts that they will break up anytime soon. Groaning in frustration, Lucas falls backwards and throws an arm over his eyes, removing it a few moments later when he gets another message on his phone.

manon.demissy hey don’t forget to give mika & lisa the last bit of rent you owe them from living with them. they need it in 2 weeks. just wanted to remind you :) and can you help with a bake sale Wednesday? pretty please??

Lucas frowns. The rent. Fuck. He hasn’t lived there for at least a few months or so, but still he has yet to fully pay Mika and Lisa back from that time. And recently, between work and school and splitting rent with Yann, he’s forgotten about them a bit. He’s not about to let Manon know that, though, so he answers her as if nothing is wrong.

lucallemant dont worry i’ll get it to them depends. what do i get out of it?

manon.demissy some cupcakes daphy and I made. you love them!

lucallemant ...ok yeah i’ll help

manon.demissy YAY thanks, you’re the best! love u lulu x

lucallemant lol you’re welcome. love you too

He chuckles to himself at Manon’s excitement before tossing his phone back on the bed, the smile soon going away as the thought of paying back Mike and Lisa consumed his mind. Up until four months ago he had the help of his dad. Now? Now, he’s on his own, because his mom couldn’t help at all, and he was a legal adult so it isn’t that big of a deal. It’s just paying two friends back from staying with them throughout most of his high school career and doing his best on not falling behind on rent in the current place he lived in with his best friend.

Lucas runs his hands down his face, wondering how the hell he got stuck in his situation. Well, he doesn’t have to wonder for too long, because the terrible fights with his father come back, especially that big one that ended up with him knocking on Yann’s doorstep in tears after leaving his dad’s place, unable to go to his mom’s because he didn’t want to disturb her, or even Mika’s because he had lost the key. He groans, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes, pushing those memories of that night away before abruptly getting up and going to the living room to watch some TV.

It’s dark outside. He’s hungry. Nothing good is currently playing on TV. And Eliott is no where to be seen. Lucas has texted Eliott a few times, trying to figure out where the older guy was and if he’s actually coming. Actually, it wasn’t even a few times. Lucas spammed Eliott, and even called him a few times. Each time, he never answered. At first, Lucas got worried. Then angry. Then worried again, because Eliott never intentionally ignores Lucas for this long. But then, suddenly, Lucas was angry again.

srodulv sorry, I had a sudden change of plans. raincheck?

Lucas rolls his eyes. He probably shouldn’t be so mad, but he was. Or, maybe it was disappointment he felt. Either way, he replied with a short ‘sure whatever’ and laid across the couch, sulking and brewing in his own jealousy and frustration at himself. Because, of course, his plans with his crush wouldn’t go as he wanted them too. Not at all.

His phone then lights up again and he doesn’t want to look at it -- he wants to be a bit petty and just ignore Eliott completely, not even wanting to let Eliott know he read the message. But he reads it anyway, curiosity getting the best of him.

srodulv hey don’t be mad. lucille surprised me with dinner reservations

Lucas just stares at the message. Of course it Lucille had been involved. He can still be petty, right? Right. So, he left Eliott on read and with another roll of his eyes, he locks his phone and puts it on the coffee table, only to reach for it a minute later. He got out of his messages with Eliott to send a message to someone else. He could tell already that he was going to regret his descion later, but at the current moment in time Lucas Lallemant doesn’t care. The slightest bit hurt and hungry, he can’t care that much right now.

lucallemant hey, chloe! wanna grab some food with me? but just to mcdonalds or something. nothing fancy

It doesn’t take too long for Chloe to answer, sending him an excited yes, and then Lucas is turning off the TV and slipping on some shoes, not bothering to change into different clothes before telling Chloe to just meet up with him there. He then grabs his wallet and the key to the apartment, and leaves.

The walk to McDonalds isn’t a long walk at all, so Lucas gets there rather quickly. He stays outside of the white, yellow and red building as he waits for Chloe, staying on his phone most of the time. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, but suddenly a pair of small arms were around him and lips were pressed to his cheeks. It startles him at first until his brain makes the connection that the person is Chloe and not some creepy stranger, and he puts on a smile as he puts his phone in his pocket. He hugs her back and then moves away, motioning with his head to the entrance of the fast food place.

“C’mon, lets go. I’m starving,” he says.

Chloe nods. “Oh, same here. Lunch wasn’t so good today, and I’ve only had a couple of snacks. Didn’t eat breakfast, either,” she tells him as they go in, quietly thanking Lucas as he holds open the door for her. “And you’re paying, right? I kinda assumed, I’m sorry, but-.”

“No, its fine,” Lucas says, interrupting her.

And, honestly, it wasn’t fine; he hadn’t been planning on paying for Chloe’s food as well, which is a dumb conclusion on his part of things, but that just takes more out of what he was going to pay Mika back with. The lie wasn’t noticed by Chloe, thankfully, so that tiny bit of conversation ends rather quickly, and soon Lucas is paying for them both after they order. It pains him somewhat because, fuck, that meant he has to work a bit more these upcoming couple of weeks and he really didn’t want to – but he didn’t want to face Mika’s wrath, either. So, he doesn’t complain about it or say anything to Chloe, and just pays for the food without any words coming from him. Then not too long after, the two college students are sitting across from one another at one of the smaller tables, enjoying the fast food.

“Thank you for this, Lucas,” Chloe speaks up after they’re both about halfway done.

He looks up from devouring his burger and to Chloe. Thinking of his manners first, he chews and swallows, then gave a tiny, thin lipped smile. “No problem,” he says. “I needed to eat, so did you. I didn’t want to go alone, so…” He trails off and shrugs, not including anything about Eliott.

They talk to each other for the next half an hour or so as they finish eating. It wasn’t as miserable like Lucas had believed it was going to be earlier on his walk to McDonalds, but it wasn’t the best, either. During their conversations, he genuinely laughs – they both do, actually – and doesn’t mind being in Chloe’s company, but he would much rather be with someone else which puts everything a bit more on the downside. Despite having an okay time, he doesn’t try to reach for her hand or anything like that. She clearly wants him to, but he just doesn’t budge. He stays leaned back in his seat, occasionally checking his phone incase Yann got back before him, or incase Eliott decided to try and text him again.

Their little hangout – Lucas refuses to call it a date – then comes to an end. But before either of them leave, Lucas rushes to the bathroom just to have a few short minutes by himself before Chloe tries to kiss him at some point. And then he walks out, only to want to rush back into the bathroom and hide. There stands Eliott with Lucille in line to order something, both dressed nicely from head to toe, and Lucas felt his mouth fall open at the sight of his crush – both from surprise and how good he looks. Lucas, now panicking, spins in a small circle because he has no idea what to do. Oh, how badly he wants to go and hide in the bathroom, but unfortunately he can’t leave Chloe there. Well, he could. He would just have a girl pissed at him afterward.

So, Lucas puts on a brave face and looks down at his phone, acting as if he was texting someone, as he walks by, only looking up as he got closer to Chloe. He puts on another smile, seeing she threw away the trash already and forces himself to take her hand as she stands up. She then kisses him and it throws him off for a split second until he reminds himself he has to kiss her back, and he does. And then they leave.

“Chloe?”

Almost leave, he should say. Just as they got to the door, Lucille noticed Chole, recognizing the younger girl from that led to all four of them hanging out, which then led to Lucas and Eliott being alone and thus causing the current problem Lucas has.

Chloe gasps and rushes to Lucille, the two girls hugging, and Lucas slowly walks up. “Hi! How are you, Lucille? You look amazing!”

“Thank you, so do you! What about you? Oh- hi, Lucas, sorry.”

Lucas gives her a small, obviously forced smile. “Hey.” Then, he looks up at Eliott, the smile falling. He doesn’t say anything.

Eliott is obviously surprised to see Lucas, too, but the shorter boy doesn’t say anything about it; he just stays standing there. Both of them do. All the while, their girlfriends are happily conversing beside them. “Lucas, I- I didn’t mean to blow you off like that,” Eliott eventually speaks. “I’m sorry.”

Lucas shrugs nonchalantly despite screaming on the inside. “It’s fine,” he says, tone short. It just made Eliott frown. Lucas sighs. He hates seeing Eliott upset. So, he tries again, this time sounding much nicer than before. “It’s fine, truly,” he says again. “We can talk more tomorrow at school if we see each other, okay?”

“Okay.”

Lucas gives him a tiny smile and then gets Chloe’s attention. The two say bye to Eliott and Lucille, and then leave.

And once Lucas got home, he falls face first into his bed, wanting to scream and maybe even cry.

#skam france #elu fic #elu #just friends elu fic #i tried to make this chapter longer #i hope i succeeded

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