#wes and nickola

[wannabepokemonidol]

wes decided to come meet me at the hospital! which is nice but. he won't stop making fun of me. because of the cactus thing.

i hate him. (affectionate)

[lancerthatisntfree]

Our names are almost the same mine is Nickoli. Anyway, hello Nickola.

helloo nickoli. are you me from the mirror realm

[astraykiel]

First prom & first kiss

Welp, it finally happened, after some long awaited sexual tension between them. Now their relationship is taking a turn…

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[supmaww]

small red boy by AJJ could be nickolas foster if he got better. But alas

[twistedreads]

Are you gonna stay the night? — Nick Leister

summary— It’s your first time spending the night over Nick’s house since you guys started dating. What could go wrong?

Black Fem reader x Nick Leister My fault: London

warnings— none really, cute, lovey

a/n— I don’t know why I haven’t seen stories about Nick from my fault London, he’s literally so fine.

Masterlist

The smell of tomato sauce and freshly chopped basil fills Nick’s sleek kitchen as you lean against the counter, watching him struggle with the dough. His golden-brown hands, dusted with flour, press into the soft mixture as he furrows his brows in concentration.

“This is harder than it looks,” he mutters in his distinct British accent, his dark curls bouncing as he glances up at you. The frosted tips of his hair catch the warm glow of the kitchen lights, making him look effortlessly attractive.

You giggle, rolling up your sleeves and stepping beside him. “You’re acting like this is rocket science. It’s just dough.”

He scoffs, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me, love, but I didn’t see you volunteering to knead this. Your job is just standing there lookin’ sexy.”

You roll your eyes playfully before reaching over, pressing your hands into the dough with his. The warmth of his skin meets yours, and for a moment, you both pause, realizing how close you are. His eyes flicker to yours, a small smirk tugging at his lips before he leans in. “If you wanted to hold my hand, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

You huff, shoving him with your hip, and he lays a smack on your ass, making you let out an unexpected yelp.

“Shut up and focus.”

You both continue working side by side, stretching and spinning the dough—well, you try to spin it, but it ends up flopping onto the counter in a very ungraceful fashion. Nick bursts into laughter, clutching his stomach.

“That was tragic. Absolutely tragic.”

“Okay, since you’re such a pro, you do it.” You cross your arms, challenging him.

With an arrogant smirk, he grabs the dough and attempts to toss it in the air. And just like fate had written it, it lands right on his head.

Your laughter echoes through the kitchen as he stands there, dough draped over his curls, looking absolutely ridiculous. He peels it off and glares at you, but the twinkle in his eyes gives away his amusement.

“You think that’s funny, yeah?”

“I know it’s funny.” You double over, wiping a tear from your eye.

Nick hums, a mischievous glint flashing across his face before he reaches for the bag of flour and—before you can react—puffs a handful at you. The fine white powder explodes into the air, coating your black tank top and shorts.

You gasp. “Nickolas Leister, I know you didn’t just—”

Before you can finish, he has already darted to the other side of the kitchen, laughing. “Oh, I did.”

It’s war. You grab the bag and chase him around the island, flicking flour at him while he dodges, knocking over a bottle of olive oil in the process.

After a good five minutes of absolute chaos, you finally call a truce, panting as you survey the mess you’ve made.

“Okay, this is a disaster,” you admit, brushing flour from your hair.

Nick grins, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Maybe. But we had fun, yeah?” His thumb traces lazy circles on your hip.

You smile, leaning into his touch. “Yeah, we did.”

Eventually, you get back to making the food, watching a TikTok video step by step as you add toppings to the dough before sliding it into the oven.

When the timer goes off, you pull the pizza out, letting it cool for a moment before cutting into it. The crust is golden, the cheese perfectly melted, and the smell alone has your mouth watering.

Nick grabs a slice, handing it to you before taking one for himself. You exchange a glance, almost nervous.

“Moment of truth,” he mutters.

You nod, holding the slice up dramatically. “If we poisoned ourselves, at least we go out together.”

He smirks. “Romantic.”

At the same time, you both take your first bites.

Silence.

Then, you slowly turn to look at each other, your eyes widening as the flavors hit.

“Wait…” you mumble, mouth still full. “This is actually—”

“—fire,” Nick finishes, voice filled with genuine shock.

“We snapped,” you gasp.

Nick nods in agreement. “Nah, we bodied this. We might as well open a restaurant.”

Without thinking, you both put your pizza down and smack a victorious high-five, laughing as the sound echoes through the kitchen.

Nick leans back in his chair, taking another bite. “This is dangerous, love. We cook like this, I might just wife you up.”

You grin, chewing. “Say less. ‘Cause I could eat this every day.”

He shakes his head, reaching over to steal a piece from your slice.

“Oi!” You swat his hand.

“Sharing is caring, innit?” he teases, dodging your glare.

The next few minutes are spent feeding each other bites, laughing when Nick deliberately gives you too big of a piece, nearly making you choke. He just sits there, smirking as you glare at him.

After dinner, you both head upstairs to his bathroom for a shower. Stripping from your clothes, you step inside. Steam curls around you as hot water rains down, enveloping you in warmth. Underneath the sound of the shower, you can still hear Nick humming softly, his accent making the tune sound even sweeter.

Reaching for the bottle of shampoo, you squeeze a generous amount into your palm. “Turn around,” you murmur, motioning for him to face away.

Nick arches a brow but obeys, water cascading down his golden-brown skin. His hair, usually fluffy and styled, is now damp and weighed down.

“You’re gonna wash my hair for me?” he asks, amused.

You nod, running your fingers through his curls, massaging the shampoo into his scalp. “Yeah. You got all that flour in it from earlier.”

He lets out a low, satisfied hum, closing his eyes. “Mm, I could get used to this.”

You giggle. His shoulders relax under your touch as you work the lather through his thick curls. When you gently scratch his scalp with your nails, he lets out the softest sigh.

“Feels good?” you tease.

“Too good.” His voice is practically a purr.

Once you rinse the shampoo out, he turns to face you, droplets of water running down his sharp jawline. His hands find your waist, pulling you close. “Your turn,” he murmurs, reaching for the shampoo.

You let him tilt your head back under the stream as he starts working it into your deep, dark curls. His fingers are gentle, slow, his touch sending tiny shivers down your spine.

“‘M I doin’ it right?” he asks, lips quirking up at the corners.

You nod, closing your eyes. “Yeah… it feels nice.”

His hands move in soothing circles, warmth spreading through you. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then another, just above your brow.

“You smell good,” he murmurs, voice low.

You smile, cracking one eye open. “It’s the shampoo, dummy.”

He chuckles. “Nah. It’s just you.”

Your face warms—not from the water, but from the way he’s looking at you.

As he rinses your hair, his fingers brush over your cheeks, tilting your chin up so he can press a lingering kiss to your lips. It’s slow, sweet, the kind of kiss that makes your knees feel weak.

“Careful,” you mumble against his lips. “You’re tryna make me fall in love with you or something?”

He smirks, brushing a wet curl from your face. “Too late for that, sweetheart.”

You laugh, flicking water at him playfully. “Okay, smooth talker, finish helping me rinse.”

By the time you step out, wrapped in fluffy towels, your heart is so full it feels like it might burst.

“I think that might’ve been my new favorite shower,” Nick murmurs, pressing a final kiss to your shoulder.

You grin, nudging him. “Good. ‘Cause I plan on making you wash my hair every time now.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re annoying, you know that?”

You wink at him through the mirror. “And you love it.”

“Yeah,” he admits, pulling you close. “I really do.”

After drying off, you pull out two face masks from your bag. “Here. These will make our skin glow.”

Nick eyes the packet suspiciously, then looks at you. “You’re tryin’ to turn me into a beauty influencer?”

You snort. “Shut up and put it on.”

Reluctantly, he peels the mask open and presses it to his face, his expression twisting as the cool gel touches his skin. “This feels weird.”

“You look great,” you reassure him, snapping a picture before he can protest.

He peeks over your shoulder. “Oi! Let me see.”

You turn your phone to show him, and he shakes his head. “Nah, that’s mad. You’re not posting that.”

Laughing, you take a few more selfies together, making ridiculous faces before finally settling down. As the masks set, you decide to bake cookies, with Nick stealing bites of dough until you smack his hand away.

When the cookies are ready, you curl up on the couch with a plate, flipping through Netflix until you settle on Bad Boys for Life.

“Oooh,” you grin when Armando comes on screen. “That man is fine.”

Nick scoffs, pulling you closer. “Seriously?”

“What? He is.”

He makes a face. “He’s not even that good-looking.”

You smirk, turning to him. “Honestly… you kinda look like him.”

Nick blinks, then sits up slightly. “Wait, do I?”

You hum, dragging your fingers through his curls. “Mmhmm. You both got the curly hair, the jawline, the whole broody-but-still-pretty-boy thing.”

Nick smirks, clearly pleased. “Well, if that’s the case, you should be callin’ me fine.”

You roll your eyes. “I do, dummy.”

Satisfied, he pulls you back against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

As the movie plays on, your eyelids grow heavy. You don’t even realize you’ve drifted off until Nick shifts, lifting you into his arms and carrying you upstairs.

“Nick,” you mumble sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Shh, I got you.”

He lays you down in bed, sliding in beside you. Under the dim glow of his bedside lamp, he brushes a stray hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle.

“Tonight was fun,” he murmurs.

You nod, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “It was perfect.”

Nick leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. His fingers caress your waist as he deepens it slightly before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Sleep, love,” he whispers.

With your fingers intertwined, warm beneath the covers, you drift off, wrapped in the comfort of each other.

[lancerthatdetects]

thanks.

[moosesarecute]

December 24th

December Masterlist

Masterlist

You woke up bright and early. Azriel and the boys were going for their annual snowball fight, and you were going too, because Az refused to be that far away from you.

Mor, Feyre and you waited in the cabin in the meantime. Walking in, you expected to see the interior of the usual cabin where you had spent many drunk evenings. However, it was quite a lot different than what it used to look like.

Even though Feyre’s paintings weren’t bad, far from it, it still made you feel uncomfortable. It made you realize all that you had missed.

“Feyre had a few days at the cabin when she first learned about the mating bond,” Mor explained to you. It was nice to know that she knew your feelings without you needing to explain. “It’s a change, but we’ve learned to love it.”

Feyre looked slightly embarrassed as Mor spoke.

Your gaze landed on Azriel’s eyes. They looked almost right. The color and shape was perfect, but she was missing the special shine in his eyes. His eyes always widened a little when he became excited or thought something was funny. And that’s when they shined the brightest.

“Earth to Y/N,” Mor said and her voice pulled you out of daydreaming about your mate.

The three of you had quite a nice time. And you finished Rhys’ present of a repaired suit jacket.

That meant you were finished with presents and finally, you could relax.

The time went by fast and suddenly you were covered in the usual feeling of shadows looking all over your body for injures. They could relived go back to Az and tell him that you were fine.

And not long after, the boys came inside.

His slightly confident walk told you everything you needed to know.

“Hello, my champion,” you said as a greeting. He tried his best to be polite, but he smiled brightly at you.

“Hello,” he answered and pulled you inn to a quick kiss. “I missed you.”

You smiled up at him.

“You’re cute,” you said. “And I missed you too.”

“Can’t wait to cling onto you for at least two months,” he said.

“I don��t mind that.”

“Where are we going?”

Azriel had taken you on your usual daily flight. You weren’t allowed to fly, but he carried you. As the flight was coming to an end, he flew down to a small building. You had walked past it before, but you didn’t know what was inside.

“I wanted to see if Jonathan was working. I want you to meet him.”

Jonathan had somehow managed to get Azriel’s letter to Nick and then Nick gave them to you. The letters, together with the magical Winterberry Juice, had helped you get your memory back. You would be forever grateful and you realized you really wanted Azriel to meet Nick.

Azriel walked a few steps in front of you, but his fingers were intertwined with yours. You knew he would be overprotective for quite a while, but right now you didn’t mind much.

He walked up to the front door. A note hung on the door:

After a while working in Velaris, I’ve decided to travel back home to the Winter Court. I’m going to lead the family business full time now as demand have increased.

It wasn’t signed. However, on the ground, just left of the door lay a red rose on top of a small doll dress. It was one of the dresses you had made for Nick’s dolls.

“I made this,” you told Azriel as you picked up both the rose and the dress. “I made it for Nick!”

Azriel only studied the rose you held in your hand.

“Jonathan told me that Saint Nickolas, or Nick, would leave a rose on his mate’s grave every Winter Solstice.”

“Maybe we should leave one on his grave today? It is after all our Winter Solstice today.”

You walked hand in hand to the cemetery. Azriel sent out his shadows and soon after, all of them swirled around the same grave. It was a beautiful grave placed just under a tree. It had many flowers and other plants that decorated it.

Azriel carefully laid down the rose beside a second rose that already laid on the grave.

Both of you stood in silence for a while and just watched the grave in each other’s company. Your thoughts wandered over to how grateful you were to be beside your mate. You tightened your grip around his hand and he wrapped his wing around you.

“I’m happy I have you,” you told him.

He kissed the top of your head and held you just a little tighter.

Everything was going well.

The dinner was amazing. You made dessert and gingerbread cookies.

“Auntie Y/N,” Nyx said as he crawled up on your lap.

“Hello, Nyxie. Have you opened your presents?”

You had dressed an old teddy bear in the doll-dress you made. He had clung to it the entire evening. And you had carried him as often as he wanted. You already loved being an aunt.

Everyone had opened the presents from you and even though you had rushed through making them, everyone still was happy with their gifts.

“I’m looking forward to our personal seamstress being in action again,” Cassian said as he opened his present. “No one fixes things like you do!”

As all your gifts had been opened, you realized that you had forgotten someone. Someone really important.

Azriel.

Who did you forget to get a gift for you mate?

You couldn’t help the dread that filled you body.

“I’m just going to the toilet,” you told your family and rushed out of the living room. You were going to Azriel’s room. That’s where most of your own thing was as well.

You looked and looked and looked, but you found no present worthy of your mate.

You felt quite stupid.

“What’s going on?” Azriel’s voice was suddenly heard behind you. However, you knew that he probably already knew what you were stressing about.

“I don’t have anything for you,” you told him. Your wings sunk as you spoke.

Azriel just smiled at your words and closed the distance between the two of you.

“Y/N, my dearest, I’ve gotten you back after years of thinking you were lost forever. It’s the only present I need this or any other year.”

He then kissed you and brought you back to the living room.

Azriel looked at you as you said good night to Nyx. He knew you would be the best aunt and he had been right.

He looked at the smile that brightened up your entire face and he could help but smile himself. His shadows were nuzzled deep into your hair. He was almost certain that they were what held your hair up.

“Happy, brother?” Rhys asked him. He knew that both Rhys and Cass stood behind him and that they probably were teasing him over his behavior.

He only nodded without taking his gaze away from you.

You had just given Nyx back to Feyre and was speaking with both of them.

You sat back down beside him. He couldn’t help but to study your soft eyes.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing,” he answered quickly.

You definitely didn’t believe him, but you dropped the topic anyway.

For the past three Winter Solstice’s Azriel had been blackout drunk at this time of the evening. This year, he couldn’t imagine doing the same.

He wanted to take inn every single detail of you and the celebrations you loved so dearly.

Everything was finally as it should.

Thank you all for reading! And Merry Christmas 🎄

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Dividers by @issysh3ll

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1282

Finale I - part 1/3 (Agatha X Reader ending):

Rio never intended to harm you that way. Even attacking Agatha was more of a bluff. Use the dagger to make her drop her guard, perhaps try to scare her or draw just the tiniest bit of blood.

And then you interfered... and she didn't have the time to pull back.

She tried to redirect the attack, and in the end; she did not harm you... not lethally, at least.

The blade pierced your clothes and your skin, leaving a nasty wound above your chest; blood quick to escape the new wound.

Your eyes were wide at the sharp pain that came from the wound, one hand instinctively going to where you were injured; feeling the warm blood that was staining your fingers.

Rio was as shocked as you, but before she or Agatha could do anything, Billy did.

He had been recovering in the green house, fighting his new superficial bruises and wounds while watching the battle going. He wanted to interfere, to try and help some more, but he hesitated; seeing you and Agatha already struggling, and you were far above his level.

And then.. when Agatha was about to get reaped, you jumped in front of the sharp blade before he could use his powers in any way.

Seeing you wounded, faintly seeing the red blood on the blade and on your white clothing... he lost it.

In a moment of sudden anger, he unleashed his powers on Rio. The attack caught her off guard and threw her back, away from you.

He rushed towards you as you bent a single knee, adrenaline, and years of hardships, the only thing keeping you standing and focused.

Agatha was already by your side, looking at you with worry and fear. An expression that reminded you a lot of the night Billy almost died back then during the second trial of the road.

However, this time, it was you who was wounded but not as deep as Billy was. Of course, that was not much of a comfort; considering your foolish heroic move to try and put yourself in front of Rio's blade.

"I'm okay," you reassured her as your white magic slowly started work, fighting to heal your wound.

It was tricky, even for you, because Rio's blade was unique; capable of reaping souls out of bodies and even cutting through the road as if it was nothing.

Rio managed to get up, and whatever shock you had from the initial attack had passed. A new opportunity had been presented, and she was not going to let it get away.

"This will never end. You all know it," She said and pocketed her knife. "So will let you choose, which one of you is coming with me"

You exchanged a look with the others, unsure about this dilemma.

How could you just point a finger at someone else and sacrifice them just like that? Especially after the battle you have just been through.

Ypu were about to volunteer when, to your surprise, Agatha did.

"Take me," she said, but before you could argue, Billy did.

"No , it has to be me," he argued, mastering all the courage he could find within him. "Take me," he bravely took two steps forward.

At that moment, one would expect Agatha to argue with him, but she didn't. Much to Billy's surprise and slightly to yours.

"Yes, take me him, like we agreed."

She did feel some sort of guilt for letting Billy die, her heart heavy because that damn boy often reminded her of Nickolas.

But, at that moment, no victory was in sight. You were injured, and she was not going to let you waste your life or die for her and Billy.

She finally got you back, and it looked like you were going to stay this time. Agatha was not going to lose you so easily, not when she finally might have a chance with you.

She offered her hand, wishing to help you get up, but you sapped her hand away.

You were clearly feeling betrayed by her words and her final decision, though you should have been used to it by now. Yet, a part of you deep down was truly rooting for her... for the light she still had in her heart.

Agatha looked at you defeated and took a step back, realizing you were not going to forgive her so easily.

She refused to leave you back, though.

"Come along, sugar," she said, expecting you would obediently listen to her. "You heard him. He volunteered himself to save both of us."

You managed to get up, the bleeding having stopped, but the wound remained open. Your hand was sticky with your blood, but it was the last of your concerns at the moment.

You looked at Billy, and you could see the fear behind his dark eyes. He did not want to die, but he also didn't want you or Agatha to die. Though with the latter's reveal, he was starting to rethink for whom he was volunteering.

Yes,he did volunteer himself, but he had already faced death once, and he was a mere boy; back then in the Hex. He wasn't sure if he was gonna be able to pass through it again, especially after spending so long fighting for answers... after actually managing to give Tommy a body.

You couldn't bear to look at him.

No, he had a full life ahead of him, and he had already started tough in the beginning. You were not there to somehow help Nicky when he passed, but you were present now, and you were going to make your stand.

"Take me," you repeated as you locked your gaze with Rio's and no one else's. "I don't care about your rules. You wanna take a soul with you. Then take mine and let Agatha and Billy go."

You could clearly see that Rio was hesitating, for there were rules at place that even she could not break. Rules that she could not bend like she did for Nicky.

Rules she had explained to you not so long ago when pieces of your past and hers started to go into place.

But if you volunteer yourself, so openly; she could try to make an exception under the right circumstances.

Plus, Rio had started to enjoy having you around, and she did want you around. Like she did want Agatha, which was why she had not argued with the deal.

After all, Billy was the one she was after from the beginning.

Agatha was just looking to be tormented for the words she told Rio at the Road, showing how ungrateful she was despite the rules Rio bent for her and their son.

You didn't like her hesitation and in a moment of spontaneous thought, you grabbed a window shard laying close by and brought it closer to your neck; sharp edge threatening to rip your skin with one clean cut. "If you hesitate to take me, I will make it easy for you, but i'm not letting you take Billy or Agatha."

Your words and the sharp item by your neck, surprising your three companions, some might even consider you a madwoman, but you were tired of losing people. And you were tired of standing to the sidelines while everyone else did the work.

You were tired of being scared of your powers and regretting all the life choices you had made due to fear.

This time, you were making a choice, and you were certain about it.

This time, you would protect your loved ones.

[A/N] - This is part 1/3 for the First Finale (Agatha X Reader ending). Tomorrow, I will publish the next part.

Part 2 now out!

[lancerthatisntfree]

lord thank you for saying what we were thinking

*SOME* of the Redacted characters feel static to me in a way that made me lose interest in them, even though I loved them at first. Lasko, David, and Gavin in particular. The whole "tsundere" angle for David really ran thin a while ago and honestly he should have moved past it by now. Same goes for Lasko. I get that when we first meet him he's a shy guy who doesn't know if he fits in yet but he still acts like he's super nervous around his best friends and his partner. Shouldn't he be a little more comfortable by now? And Gavin still having his taunting, snarky attitude after years of bonding with his core friend group feels so strange. It feels like a front that he never put down but should have dropped by now.

IDK. It just feels like some of the characters are defined more by their tropes than by their actual character arcs. Everyone else has managed to grow past their original incarnation but those three stayed the same. ESPECIALLY Lasko, I mean at this point you would think he'd relax a little around people he knows accept him but he's still a nervous wreck. It's like he hasn't grown or changed at all in three years.

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[grahstumhurts]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨

Synopsis- Y/n had always had a crush on Sophia. this being Y/n's senior year, she had to make it count. Sophia, a untouchable goddess, in Y/ns eyes. Will it happen?

A/N - YES I KNOW ITS A CHEESY TITLE AND FIC, ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR TUMBLR OKAY. SUE ME IF I WANTED SOME CHEESY ROMANTIC SOPHIA CONTENT. This was not proof read so yeah

 Lara always complains about how I stare at her in the halls when she passes by with her flock. “Dude, its honestly sad how much time you spend a day staring at her and or thinking about her, when in all brutal truth, she probably doesn't give you a single thought.” Lara sighs, rubbing her forehead in frustration as she watches me get out my books for my AP biology class. “Its not that bad, okay. Trust me i've been worse.” I try defending myself, “Listen, Y/N At this point you might as well confess since it's almost the end of the year. Whats the worst that could happen? You get embarrassed, yes, But you won't ever see her again until the highschool reunion.” Lara tries to convince me for the Nth time this year. Senior year was supposed to be the year where I let loose. By the time senior spring had come and college applications were through, there had been one thing I had yet to do. I’ve known her for years. I mean everyone knows her at our school. She's everyone's dream girl, Untouchable you could say. Sophia Laforteza. I sigh, almost giving in this time, “No, I won't do it. Like i've said multiple times, she's an untouchable painting that, Good lord, I want to touch so bad” I close my locker, leaning against it, facing towards Lara. She gives me an unimpressed look. “You have AP Bio with her next right? So why not ask her to study sometime? I mean you are basically failing that class,girl.” I pause, I consider it, My brain algorithm approves. The bell rings for the next period. “why are you actually kinda smart, Lara.” I walk past her “Hey, woah what do you mean kinda, I legit just gave you the best idea ever” she yells at my passing figure as i jog off to mr bennetts classroom. “For the sake of my mental health I pray to Beyonce that this works.” Lara mumbles under her breath as she walks off to her class. 

Now you would think that the universe would be on my side. And you would be right. The stars have aligned as Lara would say, God forbid that girl ever not talk about stars and astrology the moment the conversation dies down. “Alright class, today i'm announcing your semester-long project for this class. This project will be starting today and will be ending by the end of the semester, so right around April we will present. Now this is a partner project” The class groans in disbelief, “Settle down. Now, I will be picking the partners-” The class erupts in boisterous anger at Mr bennett. “Calm down, Jesus, I'm retiring after this year. This project is going to be about whatever you want it to be. as long as it relates to biology.” He opens his laptop. “Now the partners will be…” he pauses reading the screen “Chloe and Marquise, Nickolas and Wendy, Y/N and Sophia” I note down these partnerships in my head just for reference, Wait. Are you fucking kidding me, its me and sophia? Now in hindsight you would think that maybe this is a class prank on me. I swear to fucking god i was about ready to explode, yean no not that kind of explode, the one where im the most anxious person on the god damn planet that we call fucking earth. Out of the 24 students in this class, other than me, there is a one in fucking 24 chance that i would be placed with her. Which i find is fucking ridiculous. “And thats it for partners, now if you could start planning your projects that would be great” Everyone shuffles around the room, trying to find their partner. I scramble to pick up my things when I drop my pencil case. I notice a manicured hand pick it up, i connect the hand to the arm, the arm to the body. Like the gorgeous goddess she is, she hands me my pencil case, Stupid fucking fish pencil case. “I like your pencil case, its pretty creative and unique” She comments, placing the fish on the table “thanks, my grandma got it for me so i've just been using it ever since.” I laugh uncomfortably. “What do you wanna do the project on?” I meekly ask her, I avoid all eye contact possible. She ponders for a moment, “I've always been kinda interested in how the weather contributes to moods, would that be something your okay with doing?”  “imokaywithdoingwhateveryouwant” I spit out, at possibly the pace of a marathon runner. She laughs to herself at my reaction “you're cute.” She mumbles. “Are you free this week to start the project or…” She drags off the end of the word to insinuate for me to answer, “i'm good for this week, maybe tomorrow? After school” “We can go over to your house? My siblings can be quite loud so i dont think that’ll be the best “study spot”” She physically puts those two words in quotations. Which wakes me up to the reality that i will be spending the rest of the semester with her, creating a project. “Sure, Im down.” I say a little too excited, I clear my throat. “Cool, cant wait” she says casually as she walks off to her desk to pack up. 

The first week went surprisingly well. I actually kept my cool and had a normal conversation with her. As the weeks grow, my feelings never really cut off for her. Instead, like a tumour, it grows. And so does my guilt. The project builds up a good amount of research, by the time its almost the end of the semester, March to be exact. The guilt, it flourishes inside me like a mouldy banana in the bottom of your bag. For all I know she could be straight. 

I hear the doorbell ring, I know its her. My mom answers the door, as per usual. lets her in, then she comes up the stairs and up to my room where the door is already open for her to come in. “Hey” she greets me “almost the end huh? I bought some snacks on the way here, I remember last week you mentioned sour skittles to me so I figured I could try them with you.” “you remembered?” “Yeah, why wouldn't i? We are friends right? I mean with all the time we have spent on this project, i assumed we are friends” she looks confused, almost hurt? “Are we not friends” “we are, yeah” I flusteredly responded, panicking at the seemingly wounded look. She cracks a smile “i'm just messing with you,” she knocks my shoulder against hers as she sits down on my bed. “I think there's a storm coming soon actually” she says opening the shopping bag with the seemingly endless amount of snacks in it. “Kinda ironic don't you think?” I say to her, We get to work for the next couple of hours, sprinkling in some goofy moments between the two of us. She ends up having to stay over, The storm inhibiting her ability to go home. I look out the window, the rain looks as if it will never end. “You ever danced in the rain?” She sits next to me, resting her head on my shoulder, observing the perspiration. “I did it once with an ex boyfriend of mine,” she adds to her previous comment. For some reason that last bit stung a little, like a scratch from a cat. “You had a boyfriend?” I ask genuinely curious. “I ended things with him since I figured out that i liked girls” “oh, i didnt know you liked girls.” I looked at her, Her hazel eyes looking back. “Do you like girls?” she questioned me. “Yeah, always have” I answered meekly. An idea came to me when she looked back out the window, I stood up. “Lets go out into the rain” I drag her closely behind me as we walk out the front door to my house, running out into the wet sky. I laugh at her standing confused in the doorway. “Dude come on” I actively try to convince her “you were the one that started talking about dancing in the rain” I open my mouth and let the almost salty droplets hit my tongue. “Eugh, dude, dont you know how disgusting rain water is” She runs out into the rain, fully embracing the uncomfortable wetness covering her body. I curtsy to her “Mi’ Lady would you care for a dance?” I say in a faux british accent. She giggles “Of course Mi’ Lady, a dance would be appreciated.” I bring her in, her waist in one hand and her own hand in the other. “Is this okay?” I yell over the sound of the water droplets hitting the ground. She nods, resting her head on my shoulder as we sway in the middle of the driveway. She looks up at me, searching my face for something. Looking down at my lips, then my eyes, then back at my lips again. “What?” I asked her “do i have something on my face?” She cups my cheeks, her warm thumb stroking my cheekbones. Before I can say another thing, she leans in, and kisses me. The Ivy that is guilt covering my heart slowly withers away, her hands leave my cheeks and caress the hair on the back of my neck. I pull her in closer, wrapping my arms around her body. A lightning crack makes us pull apart. “You seriously dont know how long ive been dreaming of this happening” I tuck my face into her soaking collar, she kisses my forehead. “How long?” she giggles, “1st grade, When i first moved here. And it trailed all the way here.” “damn i wasn't expecting that.” I blush. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” I call out over the rain. “Of course dumbass” She leans back in, coating my whole body in a warm honey feeling, The stars aligned for us to be.

[wannabepokemonidol]

i'm so excited, im leaving today to go home to Orre!!!!

i'm half hoennian from my father, but on my mother's side, I'm Orrean! and I visited my mother's family every summer for a while, but i stopped when my father kicked me out.

I'm so excited to see my cousin Wes!

[writerjayne]

Out-context things Overheard in FOX Tower (or on campus) Pt. 4

These quotes are a combination of myself and friends, memes and random internet quotes so enjoy!

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Drunk Kevin: Pork chips? Did you mean pork chops? Sober Matt: No

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Matt: You look sad today Nicky: Actually, I'm sad every day. I just don't have the energy to hide it today

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Allison: Girl advice, you want to know what boy you like? Get drunk, and you'll cry about the boy you like! Neil: Well, apparently, the boy I like is pasta. This comes as no surprise.

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Nicky: If you see a guy with long hair he's either gorgeous or weird, and the answer lies in what kind of shoes he's wearing

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Aaron: Please excuse my drunk ass snaps Neil: So that's what PEMDAS means

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Andrew: Self-isolation just doesn't feel the same if you're forced to do it. Kevin: Are you okay?

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Nicky: I'm sorry, but shouldn't British websites use biscuits? Neil: WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING ME???

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Neil: Is anyone else losing touch with the concept of time?

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Aaron: Identity theft is a serious crime! Neil, sighing: I will explain once more. I didn't steal any of my identities!

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Allison: Do you ever feel like you're not getting enough credit for simply not being batshit insane? Andrew: Nope, can't relate at all.

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Kevin: I just want to say I'm disappointed in modern architecture and its distinct lack of gargoyles!

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Neil: Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice… How did you do that??

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Nicky: We gave morning people too much power. Why is it okay for them not to be functional past 8:30 PM, but it's not okay for me to not be functional before 8:30 AM? Aaron: You're the one who signed up for morning classes

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Allison: What scares you about marriage? Drunk Seth: Marrying someone who just settled for me because they couldn't get who they truly wanted

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Renee *reading a sign*: This door is alarmed after 5pm Dan: Before then, it's just generally anxious

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Seth: I'm sure you've done a lot in your life but have you ever gone tubing with a raccoon? Matt *Concerned*: Have you??

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Nicky: Why are you like this? Are you okay? Neil: Well I have brain damage. I got two pretty serious concussions back-to-back

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Andrew: Every zoo is a petting zoo if you're not a coward Renee: I worry about you

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Nicky *sleep deprived*: strawberry milk doesn't taste like strawberries or milk Andrew: Go the fuck to sleep, Nickolas

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Neil: I have one brain cell and it bounces around my brain like a Windows screensaver Andrew: When it lines up with the corner he experiences a thought

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Aaron: You'll never be bioluminescent Nicky: Okay that one hurt :(

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New Fox: Why do you hate authority so much? Andrew/Neil/Allison/Literally any of them: I'm glad you asked-

[astraykiel]

The future

a lil phone call during mya's time on a university campus tour

Previous | Next

[spicyvampire]

I love when people call Nick, Nicholas or Nickolas when he is doing something fucked up, the mom instinct to call someone who is misbehaving their full name is universal, even if we have to invent the full name

[lancerthatisntfree]

my REDACTEDSONA!!! LANCERRR!!!

UMM because i haven’t drawn recently…

it’s me!! or an extension of me!! that i MAY or may not make into a persona like detective nickola and make into a roleplay blog

( AND I DID. go bother them at @lancersdiary )

oh and this

ignore how it’s inconsistent.. lancer would be an incubus but i’m a minor so empathy daemon we go!

tags: @aurorialwolf @original-bookshelf @localpigeon22 @ryn-halo26 @sandypuppet

(and let me know if you’d like to be tagged in my future art!)

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Brazil 2021

-Sprint first!

-“Lewis Hamilton disqualified from qualifying yesterday” ??? -What a start from Carlos! -No!! Not both Max and Charles going off in the same place. -Kimi’s gone off too! -KR: “Who hit me?” To KR: “Uh…that was Antonio”. -That was a genius move from Lando! -“It’s fast, and it’s furious” 🙃. -Halfway through the race and Lewis has gone halfway through the grid. I predict he makes top 5. -“Sainz slammed the door on him” He really did. -Top 5!!! What did I say?!????

-Valterri pole!

-“Verstappen takes the lead!”

-Checo!!!! Yesss, Red Bull 1-2!!

-Ohmygod Lando just lost 15 places because of a puncture

-CS: “Yeah I couldn’t do anything to avoid Lando there. I got squeezed.”

-Lewis is about to be p3 by lap 5. Where did all this pace come from?

-Yup he’s made p3, exactly lap 5

-I did not realize that much debris came from the first lap chaos

-To VB: “Yes, you invert the cars turn 1”

-LH: “Thank you Valterri”

-Safety car, that’s a whole front wing

-Oh they’re going through the pit lane

-LH: “Tell Valterri to follow me. Let’s get these guys”

-How many times has the safety car come out now? Is this the 13th race where it’s been brought out?

-Cars weaving>>>

-“Hamilton looking pretty ominous out there” Isn’t he just

-“Verstappen’s got the job done and got the job done very well” Oh thank god

-Ohhh there’s more debris from Mick’s car, that’s not good

-VSC

-“Now Perez has got a different problem” Please please please stay p2

-Oh good, that was good

-10s time penalty for Yuki! Those have been so few this season.

-SP: “Get Max to give me DRS”

-“That’s a difficult one isn’t it? Hey Max just slow down a little.”

-Oh bloody hell, Lewis is through

-OHMYGOD CHECO! He’s back!!

-Ayyayyayy, Lewis got back again

-“Hamilton sets off after his arch rival in this championship”

-If Checo loses p3 here as well, I will scream

-The pit lane is so long here

-Lewis and Carlos pitting

-Max pitting next

-Whyyy is the pit lane so long?

-Okay Checo trying the undercut on Valterri

-VSC

-Wow Valterri lucked out

-MV: “Yeah we can’t let ourselves get undercut again”

-Pierre making this second stint work very well for him; he’s passed both McLarens

-“He’s lost two places in the space of one turn” To be fair to Yuki, those two cars have a combined six championships between them

-Okay Max pitting

-“That’s not going to help Verstappen- Nickolas Latifi coming out in front of him” That was so much Deja vu. Which other race was it where a Williams kind of messed up Max’ out lap?

-VB: “Are you sure about this?” To VB: “Affirm”

-Just now realizing this a 71 lap race, we’ve got a long way to go

-MV: “How do you want me to approach this?”

To MV: “Look after the tires Max, look out of the tires.”

-This is going to be like so many of the other races where tire life plays such an important part

-LH: “No, no”

-VB: “I think we just threw away an easy 1-2”

-Whaaat? I didn’t even think they were ever close to a 1-2. A 1-3 maybe.

-Ohmygod, Lewis is already half a second away from Max

-I thought this was going to happen much later in the race

-Holy shit, they both went wide

-Somehow they didn’t make contact

-“We’ve seen it in Silverstone after the sprint, Monza after the sprint, now Interlagos, after the sprint” I completely forgot about the Sprint curse

-Oh no, Lance and Daniel retiring?

-✨Nico Rosberg mentioned✨

-Red Bull to FIA: “Michael that’s all about let them race” That’s the most hilarious argument I’ve ever heard

-Surely this can not go on for 17 more laps. This is giving COTA ‘24 with Max and Lando. (That was still fewer laps though)

-Ohmygod I couldn’t breathe through any of that! That was so intense

-Lewis has been on fire this whole race

-Woahh Pierre and Esteban! What was that?

-To VB: “Valterri go and get him!” Um no? Don’t?

-To MV: “Black and white flag for weaving on the straight”

MV: “Yeah perfect, say hi”

How he amuses me

-Honestly I’m surprised they didn’t take the fastest lap point away sooner with the way the teams use it

-“Against all odds” That’s basically Lewis’ motto

-Ooh pretty colors

-Mercedes-Max sandwich: 9? (Guys I’m afraid I’ve lost count)