#now if she had a close pal as a roommate?? completely different story!!

[tvrningout-a]

thinking about how chiyo's lonely and contemplates having a roommate for 5 seconds before she remembers that she'd hate sharing a space with a stranger bc her privacy is very important to her :' )

#now if she had a close pal as a roommate?? completely different story!! #though they'd have to be okay with dogs and walking into the kitchen at 2 am to see chiyo with her head in her hands #and groaning about writer's block and character designs asdf #also forgive me for the lack of ic and ooc stuff!! it's a weird evening for me i'm afraid #i started reading a silly webtoon and that helped a bit and hence the roommate thoughts #but i feel a lil out of place tonight for no particular reason other than my mind deciding that's the mood #it'll pass uvu #get ready to ramble | ooc

[wembleygoodboy]

Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

#wembley #black cat #cats #kitten #cat twitter #twitter cats #cats of tumblr #picture #origin story #asks #long post

[violetwolfraven]

Crossover Headcanons

((I know I have requests in my inbox but I just had to get this out of my head. Also I probably won’t be posting those requests for a while because my writer’s block is only barely starting to lift, so...))

Anyway this is gonna start off from one perspective and go to more later. Enjoy. 💜

Tw: past death, nightmares

...

So this is a... spin-off? Of the reincarnation au? An alternate timeline? A variant? Whatever it is the newsies are reincarnated and remember their past.

Also somehow most of them are going to the same college here, (I’m not going to say which one because I don’t want to research colleges right now) even if they’ve got a wide range of majors.

There’s only one dorm building even if people are only allowed to share a room with someone of the same gender.

This works out well for Elmer, because he’s pretty happy to be rooming with his boyfriend, Buttons.

But then he gets up to the floor their dorm is on and almost drops the box he’s holding.

Because it’s fuckin her. His national-level math nemesis since 11th grade. They’ve only faced off twice, the first time with her team winning and the second with his winning, but they’re each the only one who can beat the other in a math competition.

Elmer can see the shock in her eyes as she recognizes him and shouts YOU and then she’s stomping over to him aggressively enough that he’s pretty sure she wants to throw down physically.

Jack (who’s also on that floor with Davey) figures that too, and steps in front of him before she gets too close, but that girl acts like she doesn’t even notice him and shouts I WAS HALF A SECOND BEHIND YOU SOLVING THAT PROBLEM!

Elmer is kinda terrified but he defensively shoots back well I still solved it first and moves around Jack because this is his math nemesis and his fight.

The girl scowls at him for a couple more seconds then just sticks out her hand to shake, and Elmer realizes that he doesn’t actually know her name beyond the surname he’s seen on the back of her mathletes jacket. She introduces herself as Cady Heron.

Elmer Kazprzak, he responds, and Cady looks like she’s trying not to laugh, but he figures that’s probably fair, with how ‘Elmer’ was a common name in 1885 but not so much in 2003.

Jack clears his throat so Elmer introduces him but forgets that this isn’t their high school so things like oh this is Jack. He’s basically my dad. are weird.

Cady definitely thinks it’s weird but she doesn’t question it. Instead she just asks where Elmer is living, and it turns out, of course, he and Buttons are right next door to her and her roommate, Karen.

(I say Cady is living with Karen because Gretchen wanted to live with Regina and rules be damned Janis is with Damien.)

Elmer isn’t completely sure he’s not going to get murdered in his sleep but he guesses if he could handle the 1899 Newsboy Strike and World War I he can handle Cady Heron.

Meanwhile Katherine is going to Harvard so Sarah is rooming with someone she’s never met and she’s a little nervous.

And in stomps a girl who declares I’m a lesbian and if you have a problem with that tell me now so I can switch dorms.

And Sarah responds with my girlfriend out at Harvard would be pretty pissed at me if I did have a problem with that.

The girl lets her guard down, explains that she comes from a small town, and says her name is Alyssa Greene.

After that little bump, they get along good. Alyssa explains that her girlfriend, Emma, registered late and couldn’t get a dorm with who she wanted.

And Sarah’s just kinda like wait Emma as in Unruly Hearts Emma? Alyssa’s just like yeah!! I’m so proud of her!!

Sarah brags a bit about how Katherine is studying to be a journalist with a specialty in queer stories and long story short they become besties and eventually Alyssa introduces Emma for real and Sarah introduces Smalls and Sniper.

Emma and Alyssa are a bit thrown by the whole nickname thing but hey whatever now they have a Lesbian Club!

They do meet up with the boys occasionally but the Lesbian Club meets on a video call with Katherine every Saturday.

Anyway Jack meets Janis in art class and initially they kinda think each other is weird because their styles are very different but then they get in an actual conversation and get along amazingly.

Jack is definitely a fan of Janis’s philosophy of when someone hurts your friends you attack and grind your foe into the ground.

Janis tells her new bestie about Cady and Damien (and Regina, Gretchen, and Karen, though she still keeps Cady and Damien closer than the former Plastics) and she’s honestly shocked by the amount of friends Jack tells her about.

She does recognize some names, though. Romeo and Damien are both theatre majors and they’ve become friends.

But anyway Jack and Janis are like. Super good friends. Art buddies. Mlm/wlw solidarity. Protective friend pals.

Janis is pretty surprised when she introduces him to Cady and they’ve already met, and apparently oh fuck your math nemesis is Jack’s Elmer???

Jack’s just going oh fuck Elmer’s math nemesis Cady is Janis’s Cady???

Also Regina met Spot and Sarah at the gym and now they meet up with a few other people every other week to throw down like their own personal fight club.

At first Regina was just angrily trying to fight with no technique, but don’t worry, Spot and Sarah teach her.

There weren’t a ton of out gays at Northshore High, so yeah the Mean Girls crew definitely gets along with the Newsies crew out of solidarity.

Janis and at least one of the Plastics but I can’t choose which one(s) join the Lesbian Club.

Meanwhile Race is super hyped to meet Emma cause like I choreographed a dance to your song wanna see???

Emma is flattered but kinda weirded out and she mentions her friend Angie who’s a dancer too and Race is just *error 404*

Cause of course he saw the news story and knows Emma knows these 4 big Broadway stars but it just. Hasn’t connected until this moment that she like has their numbers.

He tries not to freak out too much cause he knows that’s weird but Emma eventually goes do you wanna meet her? And Race goes do I wanna meet her? She’s only my IDOL!! she’s been dancing like 20 years and she’s still got it!!

Emma calls Angie partially because she likes her new dancer friend and wants to make him happy and partially because she wants to prove to Angie that people do appreciate her zazz and despite how she was just a chorus girl until a few months ago this random boy from New York has been a fan since he was 12.

Angie can’t exactly fly over at the drop of a hat but she watches some videos on YouTube of Race dancing and like holy hell this kid is good. And his friends are too but this kid right here has zazz off the charts.

When she finds out he’s an orphan she’s lowkey can I adopt him??? but then she finds out he already has an adoptive mother and it’s Medda Larkin.

Medda Larkin who did more than a few shows with Angie when they were young but left Broadway to open her own theatre.

They fell out of touch years ago but still follow each other on Instagram and stuff.

But Angie shows Barry and Dee Dee and she’s super excited like remember Medda Larkin??? THIS IS HER ADOPTIVE KID AND HE’S AMAZING

And they watch YouTube clips of Emma’s new friends in high school shows and like wtf these kids are fuckin talented why aren’t they on Broadway???

They almost tell Emma to tell her friends to drop out of college and come straight (haha not that straight) to Broadway but Trent is like wtf no education is important.

Whatever the actors aren’t that relevant.

Sarah has a nightmare about her death one night. And with the others it’s not as big of a deal because they’re all rooming with each other, but Sarah’s roommate isn’t one of them.

She thinks Alyssa is asleep so she calls Katherine crying about how scared she was, how guilty she felt to be leaving her brothers and friends and Kath without a goodbye.

And Alyssa isn’t quite awake, but she’s awake enough that she hears Sarah whisper about how everything is just so stupid complicated. I shouldn’t be afraid of dying when I’ve done it before—when we’ve all died horribly—but I still am, Kitty. I can’t stop being afraid.

Alyssa is out of it enough that she falls back asleep, but when she wakes up she knows what she heard. That her roommate thinks she had a past life and died and implied that all her friends did.

Emma notices she’s acting weird and when she asks what’s wrong she tells her.

They both know it sounds crazy, but...

Emma tentatively points out some weird things about their friends from New York.

She’s study buddies with Race and occasionally he points something out she got wrong on her history homework. Something so small and inconsequential that it would’ve been almost impossible for him to know unless he was there and remembered from experience.

Smalls and Sniper have a habit of jumping apart if they were so much as holding hands and someone walks in on them, even though they come from a mostly accepting city with an accepting friend group.

That whole group straight up skipped history class the whole week they were learning about World War I and refused to make up the work.

They bring the half-baked theory to Janis who immediately remembers all the times she’s seen Jack draw small war-torn towns in France and dirty city streets and an outdated skyline as if seen from a rooftop, all of them too detailed to be anything but directly copied from something Jack has seen before.

But the question is if they’re drawn from a reference photo or a memory.

Cady realizes, upon hearing the theory, that Elmer and Buttons never take her up on offers to come to football games because they don’t like the noise.

More specifically, she remembers the look on her nemesis/frenemy’s face when he said he didn’t like fireworks.

Aaron notices that Davey always solves math problems by hand. He never uses a calculator unless someone reminds him it’s an option. And half the time, he defaults to using his right hand with terrible handwriting even though he’s left handed. Almost like he was raised with the whole ‘left hand devil’ thing, which doesn’t make sense because he went to a public school; not a religious one.

Damien realizes that Romeo has a habit of correcting the costume department, like he knows the period clothing for Hello, Dolly! better than they do. It annoys the hell out of them because upon some research, he is always right.

Regina notes how Spot and Sarah fight like they’re fighting for their lives in a street brawl. She knows that because she started taking karate in an attempt to win fights. She noticed months ago that her friends use technique that’s barely sustainable, like they’re just trying to stay alive until they can run or backup comes.

However all this is just fun and games, a crack theory they’re all mildly creeped out by but don’t really believe, until Gretchen finds it.

An article on the Newsboy Strike of 1899.

There’s a copy of the Newsies Banner, written by Katherine Plumber, which references strike leaders Jack Kelly and David Jacobs.

But they could write that off as just a creepy coincidence if not for the photo.

It’s the one Katherine and Darcy took that first day, which is in black and white and not the greatest quality, but clearly shows a lot of familiar faces.

A later story by this Katherine Plumber documents lives of street kids with interviews from kids with the same odd nicknames as the group they know.

Regina was the most cynical about this theory and even she can’t deny it now. There’s just too much evidence.

Especially when Karen finds Crutchie’s obituary, but Regina stops her from showing it to anyone else because that’s just too creepy.

The Mean Girls crew and Alyssa and Emma are... unsure if they should confront their friends about this, because a) this is freaky and b) the newsie gang is clearly still harboring trauma due to their deaths.

Plus, as Damien points out, being gay was illegal in 1899. Do you think they want a reminder of how they had to hide their feelings for each other back then?

Emma and Alyssa share a knowing look because they know what that’s like.

In the end Karen lets it slip when she asks Davey a question about her history homework involving World War II, mistakenly believing he was there.

Davey naturally questions her about it and she spills the entire story about how Alyssa heard Sarah’s phone call and they figured everything else out from there. She even shows him the article with the 1899 photo and the Newsies Banner.

And... shit, there’s a lot of memories behind that picture. And that’s them, over a hundred years ago, when they were kids and they weren’t all the same age like this time around.

The old Davey looks so big compared to Romeo and Elmer and god was Specs tall for a 15-year-old.

Davey didn’t even meet Smalls and Sniper in this lifetime until they were 16, but in that picture they’re only 13 and they’re so small.

A sidenote on Katherine has a picture of her in a hairstyle he hasn’t seen her in since 1917.

It’s a mixture between ptsd and nostalgia and Davey can’t decide whether to freak out or be happy.

He takes the article to Jack and tells him about how Gretchen found it and their non-reincarnated friends know.

Jack’s silently cursing the fact that he really should have been more careful with what he drew around Janis, but it’s kinda a relief that they know, honestly.

He shoots a quick text to the group chat and then turns his phone on do not disturb mode while he sits Janis down for a little chat.

He doesn’t go into graphic detail, but he does tell her an abridged version of everything. How they were basically a family and all lgbt+ in the early 20th century and how they died before their time and got a second chance.

It’s more than a little freaky for Janis, but it does explain a lot.

Such as how Jack demonstrates on a dare that he can still do some parkour because once upon a time, he used it to run from the cops.

Elmer tells Cady he’s so quick at math because he used to have to calculate change quickly and later had to help Jack and Davey come up with battle plans based on numbers vs tactics and terrain.

Regina definitely trusts Spot’s combat advice a lot more now because he was essentially a gang leader as a teenager and it has literally saved his life.

Race admits to Emma that her song made him cry because... in this lifetime he might not have had to be closeted, but in his last he was constantly worried about getting arrested or worse if people found out not just about him and his boyfriend, but his friends. His family.

Emma may or may not collaborate with him after that to write a song about how much it hurts to be closeted for your own safety and how much better it feels to be free to be who you are. Race dances in the music video and many of the other newsies make appearances but it’s mainly him and Emma. Spot and Alyssa cry when they see it. Damien does, too.

Who am I kidding everyone cries.

They get like 4 million hits on YouTube and it’s amazing.

The title is probably In the Light or something.

Also Cady, Aaron, Kevin, and Elmer form their own college level mathletes team and no one can beat them.

(Kevin’s not as close with the main group literally only because I don’t know that much about him as a character.)

(Also Stacy, Kailey, and whatever their boyfriends’ names are might be there somewhere but I don’t know them either.)

Katherine does get to meet the new kids in person eventually. And also I didn’t mention this earlier but Specs goes to Harvard too and he comes to visit too.

The power when the Lesbian Club finally gets to meet all in person? Unparalleled.

:)

#crossover au #newsies #reincarnation au #mean girls broadway #mean girls #the prom #elmer kasprzak #buttons davenport #jack kelly #cady heron #karen smith #gretchen wieners #regina george #janis sarkisian #damien hubbard #katherine plumber pulitzer #sarah jacobs #alyssa greene #emma nolan #smalls newsies #sniper newsies #romeo newsies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #davey jacobs #specs newsies #nightmares tw #death tw #violet’s headcanons #violet’s writing

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Ah, I read through your blog a little more, I saw an old rules post and completely panicked because I saw it after I sent the ask ^^;;; Thank you for clarifying!! If it's okay, please could I request just something small with Jolyne where the reader has recently realised she's gay, completely fell for Jolyne and whilst they're dating really completely spoils her (with money or affection etc) because she realises how much she truely loves her? Thank you ever so much and happy holidays!!! 💙💙

Yay! First post of 2020! Thanks to everyone that's requested something from me so far! Also,  I know you said something small, but I kind of fell in love with this ask so it ended up being kind of long, sorry not sorry! 

Also note: The dress I’m taking about in the story is this one from the Gucci one-shot!

Alright, without further ado: First Real Love: Jolyne x Fem Reader (3.6k words)

It was two in the morning, and you were coming back from spending time with her. She was the reason you were staying out so late, why you were spending less time studying, why you were finally living life. Oh god… you loved her so much.

It all started three months ago.

Your friends had finally convinced you to leave your room and come with them to a party, your first of that whole year after months of doing work. Forcing yourself into a sparkly dress and heels, you leave the dorm building towards the large house with the flashing lights and blaring music. The moment you stepped in there, you knew you weren’t to like it there. Trying to back away, you feel your friend’s hand on your shoulder dragging you further into the party. 

“Hey! Perla! Nice seeing you!” 

You snap your head forward as someone calls out to your friend and roommate, and they quickly leave you alone in the center of the house party. Rolling your eyes at the betrayal, you turn to leave but remain blocks by the crowd of drunken teens your age. Looking for the exit, all you accomplished was getting nudged by the dancing strangers around you. You were getting tired of this, being pushed and shoved around by everyone, the music was too loud, the alcohol was too much, you just wanted to go to bed. A couple nearby make a sharp turn on the floor and you get pushed again, your side hitting against something soft yet sturdy, or should you say, someone. You turn to look before your breath catches in your throat. The girl you had bumped into turned to make eye contact, giving you a passing look before returning to talk to her friends, but you found yourself unable to look away. In a matter of seconds, you managed to take all of her in. She was gorgeous in a way you’d never experienced before. She had these shining green eyes, jet black hair except for bleached yellow bangs and buns atop her head. Her clothing was all ripped, covered in web patterns, and skin-tight to her figure. The friend that she had arrived with, complete with neon green hair and overalls, looked down at you with a quirk of her eyebrow, and you knew that you had immediately overstayed your standing spot. Noticing her friend’s gaze, the object of your staring turned to lock eyes with you for the second time. A daring smirk came over her dark painted lips. 

“Can I help you with something?” You quickly shake your head, nervous.

“Oh n-no I was just looking for my friend, and I sort of spaced out…”

The girl’s eyes squinted in adoration towards you, noticing your darkened cheeks and quickened breathing. Looking around the house, she dramatically sighed. 

“Well, you’re not going to find them staring into my eyes. Though I can see all the stars in the sky staring into yours…” Your breath hitches in your throat, and you watch the girl’s friend roll her eyes at the cheesy pick-up line. Your new pal chuckles again.

“My name’s Jolyne.  A pleasure to meet you um…” She brings her drink to her lips, waiting for you to answer. 

“Oh um… I’m uh... um…” 

Jolyne leans in closer to you, and you bite your lip, feeling a strange ache come to your chest. 

“Are you always this articulate?”

“(y/n)! Um… my name is (y/n)!”

“Well hello (y/n), join us over here if you don’t want to be alone.” 

You join this new group of friends, still nervous about where your friend had gone, and about the beautiful woman you were speaking to and oh my god why won’t your heart just calm down? When will this long ache in your chest cease? Hours pass at the party, both you and Jolyne knocking back a few drinks each. You found yourself drowned in her aura and the atmosphere that she and her friends had created. When you both became bored at the party, you found yourself walking out with this beautiful stranger, no longer worried about where your friend was. 

“Where are you taking us?” 

Jolyne smirked at you, taking in your naive innocence with a lovesick gaze on her face. She knew she shouldn’t fall this easily, she knew the warnings her mother gave her late at night whenever she told her about yet another woman. But you were different, even if you didn’t yet know why. There was a part of you that you hadn’t yet realized, but she could tell it was there, and she was determined to cultivate it from deep within your soul.

“I don’t know about you. But I’m starved. We’re getting some food.” 

You giggled sweetly. “What? Like a date?”

Jolyne raised an eyebrow, and you rush to correct yourself. “A friend date. Duh.”

“Yeah sure… you keep telling yourself that.” 

“Hey! You know that’s what I really meant!” 

“Sure I do…”

Her smile caused another rush of blood to come to your cheeks, and you stared down at the ground. When you arrive at a cheap diner a few blocks away from the house party, you find yourself becoming more and more embarrassed in your drunken state. Where were these butterflies in your stomach coming from?

“So… we might as well talk to each other. I haven’t seen you around at school at all before this…”

Jolyne shrugged at your statement. “I recently transferred here. My father’s been wanting me to get more of an education than I have been.”

“Where did you go before?” 

Jolyne eyed you up and down before shaking her head, still cloudy from drinking. “Doesn’t matter.” 

“Alright… I won’t ask. What should we talk about then? I think we should be friends.”

You watched Jolyne break out into laughter at your statement, her form leaning back into her side of the booth, wiping away fake tears. You couldn’t help but feel hurt at her exaggerated reaction. 

“What? You don’t want to be friends?” 

Jolyne calmed her laughter, looking up at your hurt face with a flirtatious, confident grin. She leaned in over the table to you, her body smelling of vanilla and beer. Bringing your faces closer, your partner for that night opens her mouth to whisper.

“You’re so naive (y/n), to think we’ll be ‘just friends’ by the end of tonight.” 

You watch her with a shy shock, but you couldn’t ignore the way your chest soared at such words and the way you pressed your legs together shamefully.

The two of you stayed at that diner for hours, just talking to each other, about the school, about the past, about experiences of parents, about dating, until the conversation devolved into explosive bouts of laughter. You clutched your sides in jubilation, howling at the joke your new gorgeous friend had said at top volume. You were both obnoxious, both loud, but neither of you cared. You didn’t care when you were forced to pay the bill and were kicked out of the diner. Stumbling down the street from the diner, both of you still drunk, neither of you could stop laughing, even if you forgot the joke said.

Finally stopping at a nearby street corner, Jolyne looked down at you letting out your last few giggles, both of you breathing heavily. Ever the bold woman, Jolyne gulped down her nerves before leaning down to you, taking your chin in her hand, and planting a slow, soft kiss onto your lips. You froze, both of your judgments still cloudly, but your hands come to her shoulders and you shyly kiss back just as Jolyne lets you both go. 

“I-I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that…” She stuttered, her eyes wide as she realized what she had done.  

“N-no it’s um… uh… um…” You rushed to clear your head. 

Jolyne chuckled nervously. “Are you always this articulate?” 

You smile nervously a little before putting your hand to your forehead, just wanting to calm down from the alien thoughts of Jolyne that you were having. 

“I should head back to my room…” 

 “Yeah… let’s go.”

And so the walk back went on until the two of you were finally in front of your dorm. Jolyne watched you look through your bag for your keys. 

“You can stay at my place if you can’t find them.” You glanced up at the soft smile on her face.

Oblivious to the true meaning of her statement, you shook your head and finally fished out your keys. 

“This was fun Jolyne… We should do this again.”

“What? Go to a party? I’ve been going to those.”

“No no… just the… two of us.”

Now it was Jolyne’s turn to feel nervous. She had just been joking around with you but did you actually pick up on her flirting? Did you kiss back not because you were both drunk? Were you…?”

“Um… Jolyne?” She snapped awake at your voice. 

“Yeah… I’d like that. I really would.” 

You watched her walk down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest, your entire body filled to the brim with happiness. You shakily close your door, take a breath, and squeal from sheer excitement. Your roommate, who had long since gone to bed, shot up awake at your sudden noise and rushed to turn the lights on. 

“What’s wrong? Do you know what time it is it-ah!”

“Oh, Perla Pucci have I got a story for you! It was amazing, I had such a fun time. I can’t wait for tomorrow!”

Your roommate blinked confused, rubbing her face tiredly. “Alright, what happened?” 

“I met someone at the party and I’ve been out all night!”

“...Cute?”

“Gorgeous!”

“Nice?”

“Oh my god- Amazing.”

Your roommate eyed your lovesick expression and wolf-whistled in the impending silence of your dorm room. 

“Well then… what’s his name? Do I know him?”

Your face winced at the implication of her question. You tense, quickly shaking your head. It wasn’t like that. You think.

“No no, it’s not like that. She’s just a friend.”

“Oh. She? Then I must know her? What’s her name?” 

A smile comes to your face just at the thought of her lovely name. It spoke of power, of confidence. Of everything that you weren’t. 

“Jolyne Kujo. Ugh, she’s even got a cool name.” 

“Jolyne?” Your friend’s look of interest soon turned into one of confusion. “You’re seriously gonna become friends with Jolyne Kujo? How naive can you be?”

You furrowed your brow, confused. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, I mean… she doesn’t really run with our group of friends (y/n). Some say she’s had some run-ins with the law. Others say she’s just some plain kind of weirdo.”

You sighed, you had heard those exact rumors. She’d told you that night at the diner about her comings and goings, about the troubles she’d had. But that only made her the more enticing to you. You wanted to learn everything about her. Some higher power at given you the gift of her attention and you weren’t about to let it slip out of your fingers. Perhaps it was your drunken state talking, but you’ve never felt closer to another person in your life.

“No Perla I know that but have you ever even spoken to her? She’s so much more that. I’ve spent the whole damn night with her because you left me alone at the party. Oh my god… She has such a rich intellect that you wouldn’t expect from her appearance. She’s witty, so funny, and so willing to just be herself...”

Your eyes widened from the high that fills your brain simply by thinking of her. You run your hands through your hair, your jittery feet pacing along the carpet as you bit your lip, holding back another squeal of joy. Perla leaned forward, watching your chest fall up and down so heavily. She reached out to touch your shoulder to get you out of your daze.

“(y/n)... are you alrigh-”

“I’m fine, but oh Perla please understand me. She’s got these eyes of determination and fire that light up when she’s talking about something she loves, that darken when someone comes nearby. She puts her hand on your waist to protect you when crossing the street, she tells you that you have kind, innocent eyes whenever you laugh.”

You shut your eyes tightly, beginning to giggle as you think back on the night you just had, your companion still confused, surprised, concerned, disgusted.

“And she speaks with such confidence that you can feel the air shatter around her words. The way she holds herself high and proud is so exhilarating. She’s so… powerful. And yet so… human at the same time? And she’s the first person who’s truly listened to me. You’re always talking to someone else. My parents don’t listen. She stares into your eyes while you speak as if she’s learning the very depths of your soul… All night, she’s managed to calm me down from anything. She knows what it’s like to speak to silence, so she listens, and hangs on every damn word I say. It was like she knew what I was thinking. I felt like my true self near her… I don’t know…”

You hold your hands out in front of you, looking at your fingers shake with your pent up excitement. You bring them up to your chest and press down to stabilize your beating heart. You were sobering up more and more by the minute. Perla nodded slowly, calmly sitting down on her bed, watching you with a quizzical and annoyed eye. 

“Well… if you’re this in love with her, then your “true self” must be gay.” 

Your head snapped over to her with a small frown, trying to forget all the questionable acts that you and your latest female obsession did earlier that night. 

“But I’m not gay…”

Your roommate raised an eyebrow. “Come on (y/n)...I’ve never heard you talk about a man like that before…”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not like that. I’m not gay, we’re just friends…”

“(y/n), you’re totally smitten by this girl! And I see how you react when the whole group talks about men...” You watch your roommate scoff at you.

“...What do you mean?” 

She sneered at you. “I can tell… I’ve never seen you this worked up over anyone before. You see us all gossip and squeak over a man and you remain silent as a mouse. I’ve joked to the others that I didn’t think you were capable of being attracted to anyone. I guess I’m wrong then huh?” 

“...Oh my god… Am I gay?” 

“You might be. I’m not a betting woman, but if you keep talking about your precious Jolyne like that, then I’ll put my money on it.”

“Well… so what if I am? I know my parents won’t mind! And y-you’re right! She’s the first person that I’ve felt totally happy about! So what? Is that a problem?”

Perla rolled her eyes at your jitteriness before getting up from her bed. You watched your roommate walk out of the room to head down the hallway, the two of you nudging shoulders, leaving you in silence. 

And the rest was history, and three months later, you and Jolyne could not be more in love. When you went to that same diner as before, you would huddle together on one of the benches. When you went back to parties, you made sure to never let go of each other’s hand. Kisses were no longer drunken and confused, instead, they were sweet and passionate, both of you lovesick and helplessly enamored by the other. You both had developed your little ticks to make the other feel loved. Whenever Jolyne was angry, all you had to do was wrap your arms around her and brush your fingers through her hair, and she’d be melted and humming. Whenever you were upset, she would hold you in her arms and rub along your arms. You had never felt this way about anyone in your life. Whenever the back of her fingers entangled into yours, you got your high of finally being romantically understood by another person. No one had ever cared for you in this way, to treat you as an equal, beautiful creature, to roar that those in this world that didn’t understand your love. 

Jolyne Kujo knew how much you loved her, and it made her feel all the more special. There were so many things she had to teach you about being comfortable with who you were and with being gay, but she was honored that she was the one to do it. And, apart from the playfully arrogant confidence boost that came with being the one to make you realize you liked girls, she just loved you, your equal obsession with her as she was with you. Her whole life, everything had been a chase. A chase against the law, a chase for her parents’ attention, a chase to live a good life. But with you… she didn’t need to try so hard to please, you were right there. Right in front of her. 

Your mantra was, “I love you.” 

Hers was, “I know”, complete with a signature cocky smirk and chuckle.

The last time you had heard her say it, you were in her childhood bedroom during winter break from school. A shy smile came to your lips as she teased you, and you leaned in to give her a loving kiss, your arms immediately falling to her sides, pushing her back on the bed. Jolyne’s brow furrowed, surprised you were being so forward. The kiss broke, both women not wanting to break the silence until Jolyne let out a giant laugh seemingly at your expense. You pout, standing up from the bed. 

“What is it? Why’re you laughing?” You asked, expecting the worst. 

“No, it’s just… I just can’t believe this is real… You.” 

You gulped back your nerves and you give your precious girlfriend a sweet peck on the lips, your arm wrapping her neck affectionately to stroke her jaw with your thumb. Jolyne looked up at you with a bitten lip, her bright green irises still sending chills down your spine. Your own eyes widened with excitement as you remembered your gift. 

“Wait can I show you? I got you something from my Italy trip.” 

Jolyne watched you leave her side again to fish through your large travel bag, pulling out a large luxurious box. You set it right in front of your love, fidgety with excitement, hoping she’d like it. Oh, what if it was too girly? Not her style? You shook your head of such thoughts and watched as she opened the box. When Jolyne finally pulled out the white coat, covered in embroidered flowers and golden buttons, your heart soared as you watched her face brighten in glee. 

“(y/n)... I couldn’t…”

You shake your head. “But you have to! I saw how much you liked it online…”

“But I didn’t even tell you to get it!”

“Come on try it try it!”

You watched with adoration as your gorgeous lover rushed to try on the beautiful garment, your eyes wandering over her lithe body as she carefully pulled the expensive coat over her head, then as she smoothed out her hair. Jolyne looked at herself in the mirror, giving her usual cocky grin, posing for both you and her reflection. 

“I love it! It’s so pretty, and I was nervous that it’d be too much but it isn’t. Damn, I look good… Well (y/n)? What do you think?” You attempt to respond, in awe at your girlfriend’s sheer beauty and grace, not even hearing the childish glee in her voice.

“Uh… um… I uh… like it.” 

Your heart was beating fast, and your palms with sweaty and your voice caught in your throat, and your eyes glance at the beautiful curves of her toned legs in such a short dress. Jolyne grinned, turning back to you and snapping in your face to wake you up. 

“Are you always this articulate?” You giggled, your whole body growing hot as that same lustful, floaty feeling overtook you the more you looked at her.

Jolyne rolled her eyes and giggled as well. Grabbing your hand, she lifted you up from your spot on the bed and aimed to give you a small peck, only for you to bring it further into a deep kiss, your hand clinging to the back of her neck, drinking in her love for you and her beauty like they were your life force. You held her as close as possible, naively scared that if you let go, she’d disappear, as if it were all a dream from the start. You finally let go to break for air, and Jolyne shook her head in disbelief. 

“Damn (y/n), it’s not like I’m going anywhere. And it’s not you haven’t seen my body before…”

You shrug, looking at her dreamily. “I don’t know I just… I love you so much.”

“I know… I love you too.”

The two of you continue your evening together, spoiling each other with affection until the clocked showed two in the morning, and you had to leave. When your parents later asked where you had been with a huff, you say you were coming back from spending time with her. She was the reason you were staying out so late, why you were spending less time studying and more time being in love, why you were finally living life. You lay back in your bed, your head swimming in bliss at the heady feeling of finally being able to be your true self with the right person. You smile a little. You’ve found the right person. Your first real love.

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[A/N: I am kind of writing this for myself (ngl) but I thought it would be interesting to see how something like this plays out. A multi-part AU where the characters are attending university in South Korea. The main female character is black/African-American but that will later become more of a factor as the story goes on. Seonghwa and the MC exchange letters through a book in one of the libraries on campus and without know each other, grow a connection through that. Hongjoong is the classmate and group partner of the MC but has no idea that they are exchanging letters to each other until further on in the story. This part is just a quick introduction to the characters and their overall placements in the story.]

Her Secret Scribe, His Winter Dream (1)

Pairing: Seonghwa x Black Female MC & Hongjoong x Black Female MC

Genre: College!AU

Word Count: 2,885

October 29, 2020 ~4:50am

Waking up at around 4:50am, Seonghwa notices that his textbook, notes, highlighters, and pen are all still neatly placed on his desk. He placed it there with the intent to get some early morning studying in before his shower and a little bit after his shower, just before he left for his first class of the day. He wills himself up from his warm, soft, and comfortable bed to walk to the bathroom to freshen up. On his way to the bathroom, he passes by his roommates partially opened door and takes a peek to see if he made it in last night. Or more like, early this morning. Poking the top of his head through the door opening Seonghwa sees his roommate. There lies Hongjoong, fully clothed, face-first, bag still hanging off of his shoulder, lying on top of his bed, and in the starfish position. All Seonghwa can do is shake his head at his friend, knowing how bad his sleeping habits are and how much is is hardly at the apartment nowadays.

After checking on Hongjoong, Seonghwa goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Then he strips himself of his pajamas and gets into the shower. Showers have always been a bit of a meditative practice to Seonghwa. His average time is forty minutes but there are occasions where he has spent up to 50 minutes or an hour in the shower. He prides himself on his cleanliness, both in how he physically presents himself and the spaces that he exists in (apartment, bed, desk, etc...).

Once his shower is done, he wraps his towel around his hips and then makes his way to the kitchen. There he takes out four eggs, a container of rice, and some steak that he grilled left over from the night before. Next, Seonghwa fills up a pot with water, sets it on one of the eyes of the stove and puts the fire on 8 (one of the highest settings). After dropping the four eggs in the water he rinses his hands off and proceeds to his bedroom to get changed.

Never one to make to much of a fuss of what he wears, Seonghwa puts on an undershirt, then throws on a grey long-sleeved thermal and a pair of black jeans. Long black socks to warm his feet, and he takes out a sweater and a jacket to keep himself warm on his way to class.

It’s around 6:00am by the time he is finished getting dressed and now, he tends to the food that is set out in the kitchen. Reheating the steak and rice, turning off the fire underneath the pot and taking out two of the hard boiled eggs for himself. He puts it all in a bowl that he takes back to his room, and eats at his desk, while going over his notes.

Seonghwa broke up his study time into two 45-minute sessions, which allows him time to prepare a bowl for Hongjoong for breakfast (if he eats it) and make it down to his bus before it pulls up at 8:30am.

Having followed his schedule to a ‘T’ this morning, he was proud of himself for making it to the library before the morning rush and acquiring a desk, with a view, on the third floor before they were all occupied. Instead of pushing himself to study a bit more, since today’s schedule was not Seonghwa’s usual schedule, he decided to write a letter on the off-chance that he can bring comfort to someone during mid-term season. Instead of writing on bathroom doors, or in the dark corner of a desk, Seonghwa decided to write a letter. Writing a letter and stashing it in a random book. It’s getting a bit chillier in South Korea, so although it was a long shot, perhaps he can create a pen-pal through this and maybe even get close and intimate during this period as well. However, that is a very, very, very long shot.

So with romantic thoughts of meeting someone who shares a like mind or sees life from a different perspective, he writes.

“Dear Student that is Enduring Mid-Terms and an Incoming Winter,

We are nearing the beginning of a new month which could mean a fresh new beginning for some. It could also mean nearing the end of something larger, like the semester. I know that it’s mid-term season but I am unsure if it has ended for you. I could only pray that you stay warm as the winter will be harsh as it usually is, but I am sure you knew that.

I honestly thought I would have more to say... but obviously not. I figured a formal letter would be better to connect with someone during this time, then short, informal, and weird messages written aimlessly. Now, I’m getting embarrassed... Sorry.

No one will probably read this so...

With Care,

The Secret Scribe”

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October 29, 2020 ~10:52am

Waiting in a hallway right outside the classroom, she, scrolls through her student email account on her phone and sees an email from her linguistics class. Linguistic Acquisition through Different Ages - LIA 3006. Although she knew, that to pass this class she must complete a project, she totally forgot that it had to be completed with at least one or two other people. A group project... “how despicable” she thought. The email that the professor sent, laid out the regulations of the project and even placed the class in neat groups of two or three. She was lucky enough to get paired with “Mr. Fashionably-Late because Staying Up to Work on My Art is More Important”. As the time got closer and closer to 11:00am, Hongjoong is still nowhere to be seen. She’s just praying that he comes through at least ten minutes into class and not twenty minutes before it’s over. However, she could only pray for such a thing.

At 11:11am on the dot, Hongjoong comes through the door quietly. Chest heaving up and down because he was sprinting through the campus and hallways to make it to class... not too late. She notices him out of the corner of her eye and does a slow eye roll as he tip-toes his way in her direction.

“Was that a look of displeasure on your face? Or are you just containing your excitement to see me?”, he whispers into her ear while trying to quietly slither down into his seat, quickly, while the professor has her back turned.

“You are one minute late past our deal, Hongjoong.” She scolds.

“So you will not share your notes with me from today?”, he asks while giving her a pout.

“There is nothing to share. She is still reviewing the content we learned two days ago before starting a new lesson.” She retorts.

“Why did you roll your eyes then?” He questions again, as if his academics are the last thing he cares about.

“Hongjoong- “, she starts. “If there is something that you two would like to share with the class, please come up to the front.” The professor cuts in.

The look of two deer in the headlights is what can be seen from the professor’s viewpoint. With mouths agape and eyes wide, the two whispering chatterboxes were rendered speechless.

The professor continues on, “Please stop whispering behind my back. Also, I need to speak with the two of you after class.” The two of them shake their heads rapidly affirming their professor’s request.

Their class is currently on the topic of children acquiring their mother tongue and how the brain develops as the children learn how to speak or bring attention to their wants and needs as they grow. A topic such as this excites her all the more because it ties into her study abroad research topic. Learning how to speak amidst all of the culture that one’s language is tied to really fascinates her. Seeing as how her major of study in her home country is Linguistics and she took Korean because of the small intimate nature of the class, she has wanted to do and learn so much more.

As the lecture winds downs to a close for this session, Hongjoong becomes more and more anxious about what the professor wants to talk about before letting them go. Then, he hears the professor harp on,

“As for the email I sent earlier today-“, Hongjoong’s ears perk up. “You will see that for the group project you will have two different options to choose from. It can be turned in as a 10-page research paper, or completed as a presentation. Your groups have been chosen for you, by me. Please consult me if you have any questions on the project or the partners that you will be working with.” After the professor gives her parting words to the class, her eyes fall onto the two little songbirds that had her interrupt her lecture earlier.

With a knowing look, they make their way to the front of the class with a downcast gaze. As if they were to be physically reprimanded. “You know that you two are partners for this group project.” The professor starts. “Hongjoong you must be a reliable partner. I set you two up together because I’ve noticed a great partnership between you two throughout the semester. Your partner is also fairing better than you are this term. You can learn a great deal from her, in fact, you can learn quite a bit from each other. I want you to succeed Hongjoong, and I know you can.” The professor softens her gaze and turns to his partner. “She’ll do everything she can to help, won’t you?” She shakes her head ‘yes’ then looks down again. Then the professor continues to finish, “well, that was all I needed to say. Any questions?” The two students shake their head ‘no’ and bid their professor farewell before leaving the class.

“Buddies until the Christmas break?” Hongjoong says as he winks at her.

“Group partners, more like.” She says back to him.

“Wanna talk about the project over lunch?” He asks.

“Ah- that sounds like a really great idea since we’re both free at this time, but...” she trails off, but then picks up again. “Where are your eating? On campus, or off? Just asking because I figured I should check out a few language and culture books to get some foundation on our project. I’ll meet you wherever you are.

His eyebrows raise at her go-getter attitude. “Sure. Meet me at the small Vietnamese spot two blocks down.”

“Got it.” She winks at him as they break apart.

She has her mind filled with countless ways to approach the project, while his is filled with hunger and images of a big flavorful dish filled with meat and vibrantly colored vegetables.

Before aimlessly searching around the library for what she needed, she looked up the language, literature, and culture and linguistic sections of the library. Literature happens to be in the basement, while language, culture, and linguistics just happen to be on the third floor. So, she sets off for the third floor.

Although quiet, the third floor is warm and the ambiance is calm. Compared to the rest of the library, this is the floor that most people like to be on, and she could tell, because there was not a place to sit. However, her journey to this floor was not for studying but a quick search. So she set off. The part of the library she set off to was a little empty, and not as cramped as the other parts but she liked it that way. The first book she pulled from the shelf had to do with children’s speech patterns and babies recognizing sound. Noticing that there was a folded piece of paper sticking out from the top, she flipped to that spot in the book thinking there might be valuable information on that page right from the start. Nothing out of the ordinary was written on the page. No sticky notes, no annotations or drawings, just words. Next, she took to opening up the folded sheet of paper and to her surprise, it read as a simple greetings letter.

A random letter in a random book. What was the point? Was this fate, or was it meant for someone else? She thought it was cute; with the well wishes to stay warm during harsh Korean winters, and the impending embarrassment of the writer, as well as the writer giving themselves a name. She fell for it. She fell hard. Almost immediately she began having romantic notions of trading love letters to someone in a new environment. However, romantic thoughts quickly left her as she thought it could also be a woman, instead of a man. There is nothing indicating the gender of the writer and she honestly feels a little bad for passing such a judgement so quickly. Her train of thought comes to a halt as she feels the buzzing of her phone indicating a text messsage coming through.

🎧 HJ: should i order ahead for you too?

HER: sure, you’re there already?

🎧 HJ: yeah

what do you want?

HER: something mild. not too spicy.

🎧 HJ: got it

when are you coming down?

HER: actually on my way now. see you in a bit.

🎧 HJ: 😉 😉

She rolls her eyes at his latest text. She puts the letter back in the book, skim a few other book titles, take them off the shelves and makes her way over to the check-out counter.

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Now, sitting and eating in the small restaurant they begin talking about why Hongjoong is late all the time, their interests outside of the classroom, and plans for the Christmas break after the project is done.

Hongjoong reaches for one of the books and questions to himself whether she’s started taking notes already because he sees a folded sheet of paper sticking out at the top. While she is busy eating and busying herself with her phone, she doesn’t notice Hongjoong going through the book. Him being as perceptive as he is, notices that it’s a small note signed by a “secret scribe”. Did she know this was here? He asks himself. In fact, taking a closer look at the writing, the tone feels oddly familiar and so does the handwriting. Or maybe he is just thinking too hard about this. Either way, he tucks the note back in its proper place and continues with skimming through the index and other parts of the book.

Hongjoong brings her attention to him by breaking the silence. “Since you have four books, how about I take two to read and you take two?”

“Sounds good.” She responds. After making her choice of books to take, they set up a time to meet, outside of class, to get started on the project.

She makes her way back to the library, while Hongjoong walks through another part of the campus to work on his music. After making it safely to the library, she struggles to find a spot. Settling for the floor in the basement, she sets off to write a letter to the “secret scribe”.

“Dear Secret Scribe (?),

I came upon your letter by chance for a project but for some reason I feel as if I am imposing. As if I was not supposed to read it and respond, but here I am writing to you anyway...

My writing may look odd and the sentence structure may be weird, but it’s because I am a foreign student.

The weather is not too bad so far, however, I am doing my best to stay warm. The change of seasons in South Korea is very beautiful to experience. Not only can you see it and smell it, but you can also sense it. Does that make sense? Anyway, my mid-terms are over, I only had two. Now, I am working towards finals. The final project that I am working on is for my Linguistics class. Actually, I am a Linguistics major. What are you majoring in? Also, are you a man or woman? I am a woman if you were curious.

I truly hope that you are managing to stay warm and stress free as the semester is coming towards an end.

You’ll Be In My Thoughts,

Your... Winter Student... A Winter Dream

P.S. I kind of need to take this book with me for research, but I’ll keep it here for you until we can agree on a place to drop off our letters... Only if you would like to continue this correspondence... Your Choice.”

With that, she leaves her letter in the book and goes up to the third floor and places it back on the shelf that she took it from. Her heart is racing, but she doesn’t know why. He probably will not respond too quickly, she thinks to herself. “You did your part, now let it go”, she tells herself as she makes her way back to her apartment for study and research.

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13. “I used to be courting his greatest pal and we had been fairly sad, and I used to be going via my pal’s texts to see if she had been texting her ex once I noticed texts from him, saying that he was in love with me and couldn’t assist it. I do know it’s tousled as a result of I used to be together with his pal, however in that second I knew I used to be silly, head over heels, off my ass in love with him too.” — Christina, 31

14. “My boyfriend and I had been collectively about Three months once I realized I cherished him. It hit me out of nowhere, really. I actually wasn’t positive if him and I had been going to get to that time. One night time, we had been driving again to his condominium and we acquired off the freeway and there was this younger lady crying frantically on the aspect of the street and so he advised me to drag over and he jumped out of the automobile and helped this lady, who had apparently misplaced her cat. He acquired again within the automobile after that and I checked out him like he was a totally totally different particular person. Yeah, that was 5 years in the past. Nonetheless in love.” — Rose, 32

15. “She adopted me into the toilet on the bar simply to make out with me. How may I not fall in love together with her?” — Owen, 24

16. “He met my mother and father and I hadn’t come out but. He was indignant with me for not having come out and I believed the assembly would go horribly fallacious, however when my mother and father requested him how he knew me, he instantly answered by saying ‘I’m his girlfriend’s greatest pal!’ They cherished him. I got here out the following day.” — Sam, 27

17. “He fell on his ass in entrance of me and large group of individuals, it was snowing. I went to assist him up and he pulled me down with him and mentioned ‘it’s not so unhealthy down right here with a reasonably woman.’ So tacky, so excellent.” — Sarah, 23

18. “I do know that is the cheesiest factor ever and I by no means thought this type of stuff occurs till it occurred to me. I knew i cherished her the second I noticed her. It was immediate. I used to be utterly mesmerized by her. Then, she laughed at one thing her pal mentioned, and I used to be like, that is it for me. I must know this lady instantly. Fortunately, she fell in love with me, too.” — Kwesi, 29

19. “Wakened from a dream the place she didn’t exist, that was the entire dream. We’d solely been courting for a couple of weeks, however I had this dream the place I couldn’t discover her and I wakened sweating. I felt like I knew what love felt like, the sensation that you just couldn’t probably lose that particular person.” — Brendan, 23

20. “Once we kissed for the primary time and he or she was AWFUL however I needed to maintain kissing her anyway, I knew it was love.” — Kyle, 20

21. “I’ve been in love earlier than however I’m undecided if there was ever a particular second the place I simply ‘knew.’ I believe love kind of occurs slowly, then all of sudden. It’s just like the particular person is there, they’ve at all times been there, however you begin noticing little particulars about them – the way in which they snicker once they assume one thing is de facto humorous, how they give the impression of being within the morning once they’re drained and quiet, the small noises they make once they’re getting snug – all of this stuff they’ve been doing for years they don’t even understand they do anymore however are utterly distinctive to them and new to you. Every second of discovery will increase simply how endearing you discover them till it builds up and builds up after which you don't have any selection however to blurt out “I LOVE YOU!” when doing one thing completely mundane collectively like searching for glassware at Goal or standing in line at a live performance.” — Jeanne, 25

Be happy to share your real love tales within the feedback!

Bonus: 6 Heartwarming Love Tales About Misplaced Loves Lastly Reuniting

1. like being struck by lightning: “Reuniting with my misplaced love was like being struck by lightning. He and I had been in a severe relationship again in highschool 30 years in the past. My mom didn't approve of our relationship and sadly despatched me out of the realm to maintain me away from him….Then this previous October I obtained an e mail….We emailed forwards and backwards for a couple of weeks after which I spoke with him on the telephone and that’s when the dam broke! All of the feelings got here pouring down on me simply listening to his voice. In a really quick time it grew to become clear that we had very robust emotions for each other….Proper now we're going to be seeing one another month-to-month, and I might be promoting my property on the finish of the college 12 months to maneuver as much as his space. I really like him with all my coronary heart and soul and don’t care what faults he has. I might do something for him. It’s onerous for those who haven’t skilled this to know it. By no means in my wildest desires may I've imagined this to occur. It's a curler coaster of very intense emotions that don’t at all times make sense to me! And it’s so onerous to be other than him now! When my mom broke us up, she returned his class ring that he had given me to his mom. For Christmas, he discovered the category ring, and wrapped it up for me, I used to be very touched. I put on it round my neck on a gold chain now to remind me of him. I look to our future with a lot hope and optimism.”

2. I'm so pleased: “In 1998 I met the love of my life in Sudan. A beautiful Sudanese musician who introduced out the perfect in me day by day. His presence in my life was just like the solar shining in. When he carried out, he sang for me solely. I used to be working in Sudan on the time, we had been going to get married and have stunning youngsters and reside fortunately ever after. There was a battle happening, I used to be working with war-affected youngsters and the federal government kicked me out. I used to be devastated and cried for six months. Heartbroken for years. We didn't handle to fulfill up once more and we each married unhappily. Final week, after 14 years, we had been reunited for two days and the love is as robust as ever. I really feel so blessed. Too previous to have these youngsters now, however that is going to be the perfect 12 months ever as we're free to journey and see one another. My dream of gracefully rising previous with him is coming true in spite of everything….I'm so pleased.”

3. The emotions and feelings got here flooding again with a vengeance: “Met my misplaced love virtually 30 years in the past in highschool….In a nutshell we shared chemistry and a sexual rigidity that was palpable to these round us. We often kissed (typically passionately), however by no means crossed the road from associates to lovers. After three years of being associates, hanging out and serving to one another (right here and there) our friendship blossomed into one thing extra. We lastly shared a kiss that was simple. Sadly, parental disapproval was the trigger for me leaving my love. We drifted aside and our contact to one another grew to become much less and fewer. Nonetheless, I by no means forgot her though after 20 years I ‘thought’ the previous was the previous. We just lately reconnected and determined to fulfill one afternoon and get caught up on the intervening years, nothing extra. What occurred subsequent was so surprising. The emotions and feelings got here flooding again with a vengeance. It was as if our relationship had been positioned on maintain. We rekindled our relationship inside of 1 week. Our second-chance relationship has been essentially the most emotionally charged relationship of my life. The fears, feelings, grief, regrets, all the things—all the things got here again like a flood. Over the following few months we talked about all the things possible. We married in simply over 6 months. My soulmate, my love, and now—my spouse….Our rekindled relationship has been essentially the most unbelievable journey, that began virtually three a long time in the past and lasted via all these lonely years.”

4. I needed to combat again tears: “As a young person, I had the type of love that everybody desires of discovering. My most cherished reminiscence is an unbelievable feeling of oneness once we would maintain one another and shed tears of pleasure whereas being overwhelmed by love. At such instances, there was no want for phrases as a result of we simply knew. She had extra of an affect on my life than anybody else that I've recognized….After drawing me away from unhealthy influences once we acquired collectively, she began hanging out with the fallacious crowd 4 years later. Being younger, formidable, and silly, I broke up together with her so as to save myself from being drawn again within the fallacious path. I at all times had second ideas about that call and by no means stopped loving her. I used to be haunted by the reminiscence of her final phrases once we broke up, which had been ‘I really like you.’…I lastly determined that I needed to contact her about 30 years after we broke up, 25 years since I final noticed her, and 20 years since her final letter….I used to be thrilled that she was pleased to listen to from me and that she had been looking for me….Throughout the lengthy drive to our hometown, I needed to combat again tears each time I believed what it might be prefer to look into her eyes for the primary time in a long time…I instantly felt snug together with her, and we picked up proper the place left off a few years in the past. She stored her hair lengthy, and it felt so good to run a brush via it once more. Behaving like youngsters, we spent the primary night going parking and listening to our favourite songs….We by no means acquired to spend the night time collectively as youngsters. When it lastly occurred, I lay there beside her awake all night time pondering how fortunate I used to be to have her again.”

5. even a continent couldn’t separate us: “Three-year-old Anne moved together with her household to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, simply 4 homes down from my household; I used to be 5, and we two grew to become instant associates. I used to be Anne’s protector and hero….I hadn’t spoken to Anne in additional than 30 years, however I knew her sister lived in Denver so I gave her a name once I arrived. She advised me that Anne additionally lived on the town, and he or she advised that all of us get collectively. As quickly as Anne and I noticed one another, our hearts had been singing. All the pleasure and pleasure they we had skilled collectively as youngsters reworked itself right into a mature kind; we had been in love. We noticed one another as soon as extra earlier than I returned to Pennsylvania and Anne left for Europe to spend the Christmas vacation season together with her youngsters. However now even a continent couldn’t separate us. At the moment we live our lives collectively, once more with pleasure, enthusiasm, and pleasure!…And naturally now we now have our youngsters, too. What a miracle!”

6. Now we’ve misplaced all of our teenage inhibitions: “Eric and I met in 1950 and from the second we started courting I knew we had been made for one another. We had a lot enjoyable—Eric was at all times making me snicker…I by no means forgot about Eric. Each time I heard our music, ‘Jealous Coronary heart’, by Connie Francis, I recalled the primary time Eric kissed me….[Then one day] I used to be serving on the bar when a voice I’d not heard for practically 40 years requested me if there was any likelihood of a pint. I appeared up and there was Eric, the hair was greyer and the face a bit of extra wrinkled however aside from that he was simply as good-looking as ever….Our relationship is simply as passionate and bodily as earlier than, though now we’ve misplaced all of our teenage inhibitions.”

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[fromherlips]

you’re gonna live forever in me

did y’all REALLY think my ass wasn’t going to do something for this? i remember thinking that 2019 was so far away when i finished ‘in your atmosphere’ and now it’s here and i’m here and we’re here and i can’t believe that time has passed like this. in full disclosure: this is completely self-indulgent. i haven’t written anything in almost a year but i couldn’t resist. so, here we are, pals. many, many years later. happy end of nyfw!

New York Fashion Week was a spectacle that Eva had dreamed about since she was a kid. Growing up, it was a week long event she strived to be a part of, someway, somehow. She wanted to live and breathe the same air as the editors and buyers, cramped in the corner in standing room only or sat in the frow, brushing shoulders with fashion’s elite. It happened twice a year and determined trends, styles, moods, personalities, and so much more.

Eva’s first fashion week was just two weeks after she moved to the city. She didn’t know a single soul, but went to shows to cover for her boss, an influencer with enough clout to land her in the front row. Eva sat rows behind, not important enough to land a coveted seat, but she was just happy to be there. Things were different now. Seats were filled by Instagram following and not status in the industry, but she was stuck in the whirlwind of Manhattan (despite subletting a closet-less room in Crown Heights). Eva was left taking notes on her phone, geared up to write a review for her boss’ blog after their next show, typing furiously on her outdated iPhone (by New York standards) in the back of a luxury Lyft while they carted off to the next show.

By the end of her first day carting around from show to show and trying to keep up with her new boss who didn’t talk very much–not even on her Instagram Stories–but seemed to know anyone and everyone at the shows and events they attended, Eva was exhausted. She collapsed onto her stiff mattress, the cheapest she could find on Wayfair without blowing through the meager savings she had from college, too tired to go to the fridge to get water and heat up the pasta she had made the night before, and too burnt out to talk to her roommates who were perched on the couch watching whatever they were binging on Netflix at the time.

With her clothes still on, Eva rested her hand on her cheek, careful not to transfer any makeup onto her comforter. She squeezed her eyes shut, the feeling she’d been trying to suppress for months creeping up. It came to her in the moments when her guard was down, when she was too tired to fight the thoughts that plagued her mind. But in her moments of weakness, her mind always traveled back to the moment in his bedroom, both crumpled on the floor, sobbing like they’d never sobbed before. Back to the green-eyed, floppy-haired boy with tattoos scattered across his skin, the same skin her fingers had skimmed over, the same skin she felt beneath her, on top of her. Back to the person she loved the most in this world, the only person she wanted to curl up next to after a long day.

Harry was everywhere. There were the obvious places. On the radio when she took cars with her boss (she couldn’t afford them on her own), playing when she browsed through stores while she tried to make friends, on posters around the city promoting their newest single, one that Eva couldn’t bear to listen to anymore. He was in the Chloe perfume she kept on her nightstand, in the threads of her Wildfox sweatpants she debated on donating before she moved, in the sketchbooks she hadn’t touched since she moved. Harry was everything and then he was nothing and Eva was the only person to blame.

She hated that word, blame. But what else was she supposed to call it? She knew it was for the best, somewhere deep down within herself, even if she couldn’t recognize it anymore. But knowing it was right didn’t make it less painful. Knowing it was right didn’t make the image of his face, puffy and red and damp with tears, disappear from her memory. It didn’t make her stop missing him. It didn’t change anything, but it kept her hopeful, even if it didn’t feel that way most of the time.

Eva felt sad and lost and lonely and like she was failing at everything she set out to accomplish. She wanted New York City more than anything she wanted in this entire life. But she knew it wouldn’t be easy. So she cried into her brand new sheets after her first day of New York Fashion Week. She cried for Harry, she cried for herself, she cried for the unknown.

That was the last time she had cried during Fashion Week. Her life in New York still brought her to tears, but she was starting to learn that it was normal in her twenties and the breakdown she had during her fifth month living in the city was a right of passage that she accomplished early on. It took her six months to feel okay with herself, but not once did she doubt the decision she had made to move. She knew the city would knock her on her ass, both figuratively and literally (tequila, stilettos, and cobblestone in Soho don’t mix), but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

By her second spring/summer fashion week the next year, Eva felt confident in herself, in her work, in who she was becoming. She sketched more, she made friends, she invested in a mattress topper to make her sleep schedule less painful. She had also started dating a model (unplanned) who lived near her office (convenient) and had blonde hair and brown eyes and not a single tattoo anywhere on his body. She thought she had loved Paul but when they broke up ten months later because of distance (the irony didn’t miss her), Eva didn’t cry, didn’t dwell, didn’t spend months wondering if it was the wrong choice. She wasn’t angry or hurt or confused, she just felt lonely again in the big city, something easily solvable by brunch, happy hour, or casual movie nights with friends.

By fashion week in 2019, Eva had been in the city for over three years and was still settling into her position at Milly. She loved working as an assistant and adored styling for the now defunct print magazine that likely still owed her some money, but being a design assistant at Milly was everything she could have asked for as a 25 (going on 26) year-old. She was still close with Jillian and her old boss, which is how she somehow managed to score an invite to a Conde Nast party on the second night of fashion week.

She had gotten a dress lent from a PR company thanks to Jill and somehow managed to figure out her hair and makeup on her own. Eva painted her lips with crimson red, a stark contrast from the cobalt blue of her dress and white frothy collar adorning her neck. She’d slicked her hair back for ease (and because it was admittedly a bit dirty), hoping it would stay in place throughout the night so she wouldn’t nervously play with it. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the party aside from free food and drinks and hopefully some entertainment.

Eva spent the first hour wandering around with a glass of champagne in her hand, making eye contact with people she vaguely knew from other events or photoshoots but didn’t speak to out of fear of conversational rejection, something she knew well from living in Los Angeles for so long. It didn’t bother her, she liked the people watching and was just happy to be there, truthfully.

A seemingly familiar face caught her eye, but she figured she was just seeing things. Forever a lightweight, she was already two glasses of champagne deep on an almost empty stomach and was seeing things. Hallucinating. It could have been anybody.

She switched to water and grabbed a few hors d'oeuvres, silently chewing in the corner of the space while she tried to sober up. This wasn’t the night for reminiscing. This was a Conde-fucking-Nast New York Fashion Week Party, for gods sake.

At least half an hour had passed and Eva had made the rounds again after meeting up with Jillian and one of her industry friends for a legitimate conversation on Fashion Week plans and not something superficial (which was gratefully appreciated after her years of fashion week attendance). She was in search of another drink now that she was sure she was done seeing things.

Unfortunately, Eva couldn’t make it to one of the waiters making the rounds before she saw the familiar face again. This time, she couldn’t blame it on the alcohol because she knew it was real. He was alone now, swirling what was left in his champagne glass. He looked the same, yet entirely different, and Eva felt transported to a different time. A time when he was hers and she was his and they were tangled underneath the sheets of her bed in that shitty Los Angeles apartment that was too small for her and her things and their makeshift life together.

She felt nauseous then sad then nauseous again. Was the room spinning? It felt like it was spinning. She wondered if this moment would ever happen, if fate would put the two of them back in the room together (even if fate went by the name of Niall, her meddling friend that wanted his power couple back together). She even thought about what she might say–what she might do–if she was put into this situation. But now she was here in a pretty dress and wanted to bolt as far away from the boy whose heart she broke so many years ago, the boy who wrote a Grammy nominated album on how she’d ripped his heart out, the boy who probably deserved better but also needed to grow up.

Despite the fear and nausea, Eva felt herself walking towards the person she’d never thought she would see again. Did he see her? She thought he looked her way, but he didn’t start sprinting so maybe he’d looked right past her. She was still the same Eva, but her hair was shorter and her cheeks more angular. But then she could see his eyes fixated on her, watching her as she maneuvered through the party guests that seemed to gather in his atmosphere.

She didn’t have a line planned. Was she just going to say “hi” or “hello” or just silently stare and hope that was a sufficient greeting? This worried her as she approached him, her feet planting straight in front of the boy she used to love.

“Eva,” he said, no greeting required. “What’re you...hi.”

She tucked a rogue curl behind her ear, sweeping it back from her chin.

“Harry,” she replied, her lips curling into a sweet smile. “Congrats on the new album coming out in a couple of months. It’s nice to see you back with the boys.”

Congrats on the new album? Is that all she could say?

“I...thank you,” he replied. “It’s nice to, erm, be back,” he told her.

“Right, I can imagine,” she said, her heart thumping harder in her chest. Was she okay? Or was seeing Harry after all these years setting her into panic mode? “You lads are close. But, I-uh...how’ve you been, Harry?”

How have you been? Are you serious, Eva? What the fuck, she thought.

“Same old,” he replied.”What about you? I didn’t, um, didn’t know you’d be here?”

She quirked her brow. “In New York or at the party?”

“The party,” he replied. “Niall...he told me you were here a while ago.”

She nodded. Niall was their unofficial liaison, it appeared.

“I saw that you moved here,” she said. “Those damn trending headlines. Niall mentioned it once or twice or a dozen times as well.”

“Just needed a change of pace,” he explained with a shrug. “I’ve always liked visiting, Figured there could be no harm in living here for a bit.

“It’s a good place to be,” she agreed.

She knew she was staring, but there was something so mesmerizing about Harry. She was no stranger to his good looks and undeniable charm. The thing about Harry was that she still saw him everywhere. She saw his many haircuts, his new tattoos, the shift in his style. She saw his attempt to grow facial hair and the 90s haircut and the mismatched rings adorned on his fingers. But she still took the time to study his face and take him in for all that he was, finally in front of her after all of those years.

It didn’t escape Eva that this was how they first met. Well, kind of. He was drunk and slurring but still trying to be as helpful as he could be. Eva was burnt out and fighting imposter syndrome, wondering what this pop star was doing talking to her in the room full of people who were infinitely more interesting than she was. But now she was drunk (or at least buzzed) standing in front of the same boy in his pastel blue pants and ruffled shirt for the first time since that night in his bedroom, the night that changed everything for them, whether she liked it or not.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been staring, but Eva snapped out of her daze when she heard Harry speak again.

“Coffee,” he said, beginning to play with the rings on his fingers.

“Coffee?” she asked.

“I mean...we should get coffee. Or smoothies. Or…” he stammered, letting his voice trail off.

“I’m pretty busy this week,” she replied.

“Fuck, right,” he swore. “Fashion week...you’re right.”

“But give me your new number and I’ll let you know when I’m free when this week from hell ends,” she added quickly, fishing her phone out of her clutch. She tapped her feet nervously while Harry typed his number in. Niall had tried giving it to her but she didn’t trust herself with it. She’d have one too many drinks and say things she didn’t mean. Or worse, she’d let it sit and rot in her contacts, too afraid of what could happen.

Eva wanted to linger in his presence, soaking up every last second of his aura. But instead, she slipped her clutch back underneath her arm, taking two steps backwards as she waved goodbye, faintly smiling at the boy in front of her.

“Good luck, Ev,” he told her as she walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

It felt like she was walking through a daydream. She could barely register anything around her. She merely grabbed another glass of champagne, pressing the glass against her lips and leaving a deep red stain in its place. She found a semi-abandoned corner of the room, sipping slowly while she tried to process the moment. It was short, no longer than five minutes, but it felt as if she had been standing in front of Harry for a lifetime.

For so long, she wondered what she would say to him, what she would do, how she would feel. But nothing could prepare her for the actual moment when their lives collided again, intersecting like they had when they were nineteen and drunk and tired and two entirely different people. 

Their moment was over, but it didn’t feel as such. She felt something in the pit of her stomach, albeit faint, but it was there. It very well could have been the champagne, or hope, or a combination of both. Harry Styles had managed to orbit back into her life, or hers into his, but this time it felt different. She felt different. And that had to mean something.

#i'm a self indulgent piece of shit #i also wrote 90% of this when i was wine drunk and sad #a recipe for disaster #anyways hi guys i'm going to lay down and watch one tree hill now and outfit plan #iya

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 4 Part 1

And here we go !

This is the last chapter of Liam’s 1st year at the university. It’s a long one, so be ready ;)

A new pov will replace Barbara starting now, I hope you’ll like it.

Damian-Nicholas Smith Carrey Friday March 8, in France

When people said him that he could write a book about his life, he never imagined what kind of book it would be. But now, he had quite an accurate idea. He would call it : 'How to change from the most famous hunter to a stupid and naive man in love'. He had gone through step one for a long time now : have a fucking ridiculous teenage crush. And now, he started step two : be in a relationship with your so-called crush. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey wasn't someone easily flustered. At least on paper. But when it come to the baboon, it was a true disaster. He must have left his pride back in the US.

"What do you think ? Isn't this one better ?" asked Liam.

The junior looked at him, his brows furrowed. They were doing shopping for souvenir. Well, the baboon searched little things for his siblings and Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey tagged along.

"I dunno. There are the same to me."

One was a key chain with the eiffel tower, the other with the Arc de Triomphe. Both were low quality products anyway. But the baboon finally picked one, and they went out of the store.

"Where are we going next ?" asked the blond lad. "There is plenty of time before our departure..."

"I bought everything I wanted." replied his boyfriend. "So I thought we could hum... take some time for us ?"

He blushed when he said the last word, which made Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey blush too, and then they both blushed even more. This is an endless circle of  pathetic shyness. I mean, I eat ass every other day, so why am I so prude right now ?

"Fine." he agreed anyway. "Lead the way."

They honestly had a good time. It was fucking weird to enjoy this at much as sex. Maybe even more. They went for walk the length of the Seine. Liam ate a box of pastries along the way and they talked about this and that. This is the end of my damned life. I'm having a silly conversation with someone. It must be the first time since... I don't even fucking remember. They were on their way back when Liam sighed.

"I'm happy to have you Dami." he whispered.

All this romantic bullshit was so embarrassing. Do I like it or not ? Just get a grip dude ! Not only he was having a damn date with his boyfriend, but he also looked like the flustered one here ! No one must ever know it happened. The baboon took his hand.

"I'm serious you know ?" he continued. "I mean, I'm still very worried about a lot of stuff... Nate is my main concern, but I'm also still preoccupied by my father. And I can't deny my story with Kilian is giving me an headache. But I'm really happy to know you're here."

"First of all baboon, it doesn't suit you to be so serious." replied Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey while trying to regain composure. "Secondly, there is nothing in what you said that can't wait tomorrow. You've the right to enjoy a little time for yourself with someone you love."

Liam blushed. He kissed his boyfriend to thank him. Holy crap. I'm getting good at the cheesy stuff too. Well, it wasn't surprising : Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was good at everything.

This evening on the plane, the junior felt a weird dread through his whole body. Suddenly, he stressed about his relationship. But there is nothing new... I mean, we already were a couple before. So what is different ? He quickly put his finger on it. I said to the baboon I loved him. I confessed my weakness. The hunters shall never know. Nobody in the university, for that matter. There are already too many fucking people aware of our relationship. I don't trust anyone about this.

"Hey dude."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey glared at the sophomore who hailed him. It was the dipshit called Matthew, Theo's heir.

"What the hell are you doing here ?" he asked. "Want to suck my prick ?"

The cocky lad (it was obvious this guy was an arrogant bastard) smiled.

"Maybe another time. I just wanted to say D.R sent me the contract regarding Barbara. She has to stay away from Colton and all his friends starting now. So you won't see her again much."

"Don't give me that crap, idiot. I don't care about the roach. You can fuck her, so go on. Isn't it what you wanted since the beginning ?"

Matthew's smile grew larger. I can definitely see the ressemblance with this shitty Theophile now.

"Just go away, moron." he concluded.

Liam Sunday March 10 back in the US

"This trip has done some damage..."

The young lad bite his lips. I knew I had indulged a lot but that's quite a change...

"Do you dislike it ?" asked Nate, while slumping on his bed.

"Not really..."

He had been ages since the last time Liam had looked properly at his reflection. He was pleased with his general body shape. His face was finely chiseled. He had strong biceps and triceps. His legs were robust but thick just like his chest. His pecs were nicely standing out. Even his back was kind of burly. But where three month ago he had a blossoming six pack, he had now a modest amount of squishy flab. His bulging waistline was easily noticeable since he was only in briefs. But he wasn't dissatisfied.

"I think I like myself." Liam whispered.

"And that's a good thing." mumbled his bestfriend, his eyes closed. "You have nothing to be ashamed about, trust me."

The chesnut lad outlined a smile. I'm glad to see Nate is talking more and more. He was also pretty sure Dami won't judge him for a little bulk.

"I mean..." resumed the other lad. "You're even well-endowed."

It made Liam blush like hell. (Not that he didn't take the compliment.) (Who could blame him ?).

The freshman expected things to improve since they came back from France. After all, Nate was getting better, Nick was actually making some progress at swimming and Dami literally confessed his feelings. It looked like the unicorns were finally powerful enough to repel the forces of evil. (After all, he had been feeding them with his dreams for months now !). So when a girl went to talk to him during his training this afternoon, he completely ignored her. (Not on purpose of course !). He was just so happy that he couldn't focus on anything. He went throught weight lifting and then legs exercises without noticing the many people who accosted him. He left campus without taking note of the lustful looks around him. I think I'm happy. The talk with Kilian had freed him. He was so glad to know the force of evils failed to take his ex-boyfriend. Anyhow, he finally went to work. As soon as he arrived, Judy came to him.

"Oh god Liam here you are ! I was so worried !" she shouted.

He blinked, not sure to have heard right. (Not that he often didn't heard people or anything...). What was she worried about ? Did he forget something important ? Something life-saving ? Maybe the aliens were gonna attack soon ?

"Liam focus ! I'm trying to have a conversation here !"

Judy clicked her fingers right under his eyes, breaking his thoughts.

"Are you alright ? Did someone do something to you ?"

"What ? No." he replied, surprised. "Why ?"

She frowned.

"Are you and Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey still a couple ?" she eventually asked.

Liam blushed. I think I'm supposed to keep it a secret but... He could trust Judy, right ?

"We are." he replied. "But what is your point ?"

"Be prudent when you're not with him okay ? I never thought I would say that one day, but I think you're safer with him around. Even if I still bet he'll hurt you in the end, like he did with everyone else."

Liam nodded. Their boss was calling them. I'm not sure I understand what she meant... However, he was certain Dami wouldn't said "I love you" so lightly. I'm special to him, I'm at least sure of that.

When he arrived at their flat tonight, Nick announced Nate wasn't there. Apparently, he had left for a talk with Archibald. It reminded Liam there were still things he wanted to improve in his life. My bestfriend and my poor family situation should be my priorities. He had no doubt the unicorns would agree on this. Besides, everything was linked to the forces of evil anyway. He grabbed a slice of pie in the fridge and joined his roommate. (Of course a pie made by Dami. Now that he had tasted his boyfriend's pastries, it was very hard to eat anything else to be honest.). (Once you visited heaven, you wouldn't come back, right ?).

"I can tell he's doing better." said Nick while staring at the screen of his console. "But I also can tell he went through something very disturbing. What do you think they're talking about so often ?"

"I don't know." admitted Liam. "But Dami assured me Archibald was a good guy so I trust him."

Of course, the chestnut lad wanted to help. And yes, I want to know what happened. (Curiosity is not a sin). (Glutonny is, but Liam didn't think much about it).

"Yeah well, until now we can say whatever he's doing is working." agreed Nick. "You should go to sleep... Wait, are you snacking ?"

Liam took a mouthful of his pie and chewed happily.

"This is just too good." he explained.

"You were sooooo against food at the beginning of the year." laughed his roommate. "I never imagined you were such a foodie."

Well... Seems like I changed my mind.

Nicolas Monday March 11 – Tuesday March 12

< Imagenius : yo what's up ? >

< TheSavior : long story short it sucked. I m better looking at my screen and playin'. Wht abut you pal ? >

< Imagenius : long story short my roommate is fuckin' loud while talkin' with her new friends. I hate people with actual life you know ? They remind me I'm a loser >

< TheSavior : won't say I know the feeling cuz I dont. >

< Imagenius : lol becuz right youre so popular >

< TheSavior : at least i hav friends outside a lame chat bruh >

< Imagenius : bruh >

< Abeautifulwomen : guys I do to. >

< Imagenius : as if a man who claims to be a girl could. Anyway Sav can you send us another pic of  this cute roommate of yours ? Pretty please ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : Same. But hey Ima are ya gay ? >

< Imagenius : Joker ? >

< TheSavior : need 2g. I'll turn the chat off. I don't hav any another pic >

* Abeautifulwoman is offline *

* Imagenius is offline *

* TheSavior is offline *

Nick sighed and looked at the clock. Almost midnight. Nice. I can still play. He slowly stood up and headed to the kitchen. First of all, he needed supplies. The raven-haired boy opened the fridge and grabbed a slice of pie and a beer. Two beers. He knew Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey had cooked it for Liam but whatever. His friend wouldn't mind. Nick came back to his room and turned his console on. A sligh whine came from his roommate's bedroom. Nate was having a nightmare again, he guessed. It was happening every other day. Not like if I could just ask what's wrong. If he doesn't talk to Liam, he won't talk to me. The lad drank his beer and started to play. He was good at it at least. He finished the level rather quickly, only to notice he had already ate the pie and emptied the beers. Again, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. Not that he was hungry, but he liked to play while chewing something. This time, he opted for ice cream. And beer of course. Then, he took his playing up again. One hour later, he was done with two more level. And he had devoured the ice cream. So once more, he stood up and headed to the kitchen. No wonder I'm fat. He put his snacks on the counter and patted his belly. When he had entered college he had been a twig. But the sudden freedom allowed him to indulge without his parents constant nagging. Maybe he had enjoyed it a bit too much. When he had come back at home for the christmas holidays they weren't very happy about his changes. Himself had been surprised to discover he had already hit the freshman 15. Now this limit was beyond him. I checked when we came back from France. I weight 89 kg (196 pounds) now. Almost 200. Nick shrugged. He didn't really care. He took his snack and continued to play.

The next morning, he got ready quickly. Unlike Liam, he wasn't dozy on the morning. Well, Liam was dozy all the time so bad comparison. They left together for the first lecture. When they arrived, the first thing Nick noticed was Barbara. The girl hated him for some absurd reason. She was so obnoxious. Then, he glimpsed Rebecca. Another one he couldn't understand at all.

"And to think I've been interested in her..." he mumbled.

Liam didn't hear him. That was the good thing with this dude. I could've been screaming, he wouldn't notice. They joined Colton who greeted them warmly. Nick turned on his gameboy but he wasn't paying attention to the screen. He knew the game by heart since middleschool anyway. Instead, he looked at his friends. He often did that without them noticing. Everyone assumed he was just another nerd but he was an observant nerd. Their trip in France had took a toll on Liam waistline aswell. If I'm looking closely enough, I'm sure even Colton's ever slim frame must've softened a bit. Nick was pretty sure this one would lost it in one day or two. As for his dreamy roommate... I think he will keep it on purpose. He seems to like it. Well, both of them were handsome anyway. The raven-haired boy didn't have this luck. He heard someone laugh behind him. The person whispered something about pokemon being a lame game. Another talked about his little bathing in the Seine. Not a day I want to remember. Seriously, classes were so boring...

Noon eventually came. Nick hit the buffet of the cafeteria like a ravenous beast. He needed his daily amount of junkfood to functiun properly.

"What do you think about the math assignment ?" asked Colton. "Shall we work on it tonight ?"

"I finished it already." he revealed. "But I'm sure Liam would be glad to do it with you."

Of course, his roommate wasn't listening. He was looking away while munching on home-made cookies. And new thing, he was crooning. I know some very weird people but they can't hold a candle to him. Nick discreetly kicked him under the table.

"Uh... What ?"

"Welcome back to earth." he said. "Colton wanted to ask you something."

Nick didn't listen to their conservation. He had glimpsed Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey in the crowd. Another strange dude. Since I came here, I met too many real character. He looks pissed. I mean, more than usual. He was talking to a girl. Well, probably insulting the girl to be fair.

"... Swimming tonight ?"

The raven-haired lad turned his attention towards Colton.

"No thanks." he replied when he had guessed the question. "I'm not very... at ease when there are so many people watching me."

His friend smiled.

"Of course."

* TheSavior is online *

* Abeautifulwomen is online *

* Imagenius is online *

< Imagenius : yo ! Day was booooring. How was yours ? >

< TheSavior : Same as usual. Couldn't wait to be back in my flat >

< Abeautifulwomen : Mine was fine. I don't actually leav my flat. Lucky me ! >

< Imagenius : Btw guys there is something up in my college. I heard ppl sayin a big hunt started. Don't know what that meant but they were very excited. Apparently, the prey is one of a kind ! >

< Abeautifulwomen : Funny. Do you think they hunt human ? >

< TheSavior : I'm sure they're talkin abut a treasure hunt or smthg. We shuld play. >

< Imagenius : Nah Sav it was about a real person. They want him but idk why. Maybe he did something wrong. Beauty yu didnt hear anythg from your boss friend ? >

< Abeautifulwomen : He doesnt control every college in the country duh. Last time he called he was very very very very very angry :3 I got a dick pick thanks to that ! >

< Imagenius : You really are gay. >

< Abeautifulwomen : I told yu im a girl >

< TheSavior : Come play and stop the chichat. Wdc abut a fke hunt nor ur fke dick pick >

< Imagenius : Aye sir >

< Abeautifulwomen : Aye sir >

To be continued

Tadaa. Something is going on in the community, but what could it be ?! I can only tell you Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey will have a lot of work to do. Liam is in a happy bubble, but you know me, it won’t last long.

And welcome Nick. He has been a steady presence in the background since the beginning, so he earned his own pov. He’s on a group chat with two other people... Maybe you’ll be able to guess who they are ;) 

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #weight gain #stuffing #mention of beer #A lot of food #Some strangers #What is happening ? #Chapter 4 #Part 1

[dcmhnallach]

demiboy — ever hear people say APOLLO AMORETTO looks a lot like NICK ROBINSON? I think THEY/HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The GRAPHIC DESIGN major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VT. They can be ADROIT, but they can also be INDELICATE. I think APOLLO might be A TIER 2 SHEPHERD. They are living in KIERAN. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

ok so i lied and this is after midnight. sue me. his background is a lil inspired by logan from veronica mars so like, sue me 2x. dnjkfmgh but !! give this a LIKE so i can come MESSAGE U FOR PLOTS !!!

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, GRIEF

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): cas, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: livingstone, vt !

sexuality: bi bi bi bi bisexual

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biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and downright explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in livingstone, vermont, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy – i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his … lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got…worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being independent.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their beach-side mini mansion – it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and…pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole … gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of livingstone. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

cristian was convicted and sent to prison almost a whole year after it occurred. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father as a witness.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

could not tell you why he stayed in livingstone, but he did. almost dropped out of college a good few times ( he isn’t passionate about graphic design, it’s more of him wasting time than anything else ) and spends most of his time raiding on WoW or competitively playing overwatch :/

speaking of college ! apollo was kieran’s roommate and like ... a close friend of his. the death hit him pretty hard b/c of his past.

lives in kieran but lately has been switching between his dorm and his childhood home - it’s technically his dad’s but he hasn’t been to his mom’s apartment in years. the mansion has become run-down and pretty grody, a sore sight that pisses off the neighbors.

he does identify as demiboy but he cares abt his identity like ... so little ... 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like … skating … vaping … gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi ™ that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like … he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-built computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like … who wouldn’t ? also … cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play are multiplayer games so !!

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like … some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band is essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he’s a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly ( he still does who are we kidding )

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like … he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

he’s pretty much a loner, minus his bandmates -- having a reputation like his really ... puts off others. wasn’t the friendliest person in high school either, which doesn’t help. kieran and him were kindred souls.

to be honest, he’s really selfish. thinks about himself first and foremost, considers it to be a method of surviving in a fuck-shit town with fuck-shit people. wouldn’t hesitate to toss people to the side if it were to ever come down to it. he’s not a faithful pal.

he’s ruthless, impulsive, does whatever he pleases because he assumes that everybody’s already got their opinion of him due to his father. hard to stop him when he’s on a rampage.

seething with rage on the inside. :/

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking…pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what was apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now. give that dog an emotional support animal certification and boom.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants ( and other medications, but y’know. that’s just how it is ) b/c like … y’know … the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like … hook ups aren’t really an option for him 99% of the time.

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication.

he’s … sort of an asshole. like … he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi … a man and his dog … who also carries like five knives on him.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

bandmates !! i’d envision that there’s four or five members including him. two electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard ( that me -_- ) , anybody singing ... maybe a triangle player ! or a cowbell ! i dunno ! endless possibilities.

fans of the band mayb ?? try to seduce him so they can party w/ them after a show n apollo’s just like :/ nah ( or yah ! )

people he clashes with hardcore !! people who are one n the same.

uuhh ... big slut for enemies ! ppl he refuses to get along with or they’ve been on bad terms previously for whatever reason. :-)

alternately, people he’s trying really hard to get along with but it’s not working b/c he’s a shithead.

maybe an actual good, close friend or two !! y’know. so he’s not completely alone. 

people he’s fucked over previously by ditching them / being unreliable / messy / etc.

besides close friends, someone who’s soft towards him or vice versa. because as much as i love angst, i love the uwu too.

ex-flings, ex-fwbs, ex-hookups, etc. etc. ex-gfs/bfs. especially from high school.

people he’s known all his life ! childhood friends, childhood enemies, old rivals, etc.

people who like ... stayed away from him / distanced themselves after his dad’s arrest. :/

okay but like ... imagine, okay , some sort of high school romance where he used to sneak into their room / sneak them out, n then they’d like. go wild out. y’know like, parents Hate him.

ppl who end up on one of his benders / night time adventures / whatever chaotic shit w/ him.

a hook-up gone bad could b fun !

gaming pals. gaming enemies.

skater buds ! vaping buds ! stoner buds ! apollo owns like three juuls.

someone he’s good friends with ( maybe ?? potentially developing Feelings at the same time ) but apollo fucks up their friendship / possible Something because that’s just what he Does.

somebody who thought tht like ... his childhood home was just Abandoned and Empty so they started breaking in to like. get high or fuck or whatever and apollo just walks in one day like ... what are u doing.

someone who caught him dealing juul pods to middle schoolers and was like ... what are u doing. idiot.

idiot reckless buddy pals !! wreck shit together !! burn couches !! chaos !

literally i’ll take anything sdjnfkmgh

#livingintro #this is an hr late oops ! #death tw #murder tw #domestic violence tw #grief tw #mental illness tw

[siodymph]

“The Gift to Keep on Giving”

Hey there @the-ill-doctor ! I’m sorry this is getting to you so late but at long last here’s your gift! I had a lot of fun working on your prompt. It was so sweet, it got me right into the holiday spirit lol I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! And Happy New Year!

Feel free to read your story under the cut or over on my AO3!

There were a few subjects Stanford didn’t think about when moving to Backupsmore. Or at least things he tried not to think about. The holidays was one of those subjects.

While everyone was packing up their dorms for the semester Stanford honestly didn’t know what he was going to do. He hadn’t gone home during Hanukah. The most he’d done was send the Pine’s family a few cards and some presents to give to Shermie. He knew he wasn’t in hot water with his parents, at least not as much as Stanley, but since he hadn’t made it into his dream school things still felt weird between him and his father. If he were to go back to New Jersey for his holiday break he’d be happy to see his mom and Shermie, but he’d be stuck under the same roof as his dad again.

And if he was honest with himself, Stanford didn’t even want to go home for Christmas. Having it just be him, his parents, the baby, all stuck in a quiet house...

He tried to rationalize his decision with extra evidence. He could better optimize his work if he didn’t waste the time and money going back to New Jersey. He could use the break to study for next semester. Perhaps get a head start with the research program he got into. Maybe even begin writing a paper on theoretical physics for the Backupsmore Science Journal.

But he knew the bigger reason why he didn’t want to go back home. Even if he never said it out loud.

He told himself he was fine, therefor he was fine. He’d spend the winter break at school. Doing work. Doing important work. And he’d be fine.

So when Fiddleford McGucket practically demanded he pack a suitcase and come to Tennessee with him it practically ripped apart his original plans.

“No way I’m letting you stay out here in California by your lonesome!” He’d called out as he shoved the last of his coats and shoes into a duffel bag. “You’re my friend!”

“But I don’t even know your family!” Stanford groaned from his bed. Watching Fiddleford race around their dorm like a headless chicken. “Hell, I’ve only known you for four months! Isn’t that weird?”

Fiddleford actually had the gall to laugh and looked over his shoulder. “Stanford Pines! A friend’s a friend, no matter how long you’ve known’em! Besides, if you knew my folks you’d know they love having guests. They’ll take any excuse they can get to throw a party.”

“And you don’t think they’ll find me… Odd?”

Pausing, Fiddleford turned back from his bags to give Stanford a sincere look. “Trust me, you’ll hardly be out of place. I’m sure they’ll love ya!”

“You really think so?” Stanford asked.

“I know so!” Fiddleford declared.

“I don’t even celebrate Christmas, I’m Jewish.”

“Still no excuse to leave you all alone here. Especially since break goes through all of December and New Year’s.” Fiddleford called back. But he stopped for a moment, talking a little slower. And sighing “Ok wait, hold on. If you don’t wanna go, I shouldn’t be forcing ya like this…”

“What? You seemed so keen on me going with you just moments ago.”

“I know, and I want you to. I mean, I don’t want you feeling left out is all. But if you wanna come or not, it’s entirely your choice.” Fiddleford replied.

As he went back to packing Stanford found himself faced with a difficult choice. Continue with his original plan of staying at Backupsmore? Or go with Fidds?

It was true that he’d only known the other man for four month now. But he was also one of the only friends he’d made at school besides one girl and guy in his history class, and his roommate… Kinda. But of everyone he’d come to know it felt like only Fiddleford ever had the patience to actually talk with him. To talk about the things they liked, and with so much in common between them they hardly ever sat in awkward silence.

And despite not knowing one another long Stanford found that he really enjoyed Fiddleford’s company. Together they felt like this unstoppable duo, that they could do anything if they only set their minds to it. And no matter what they’d always have one another to support their endeavors and have each other’s backs.

Stanford hadn’t had a person like that in his life since he and Stanley were kids…

But would it be worth it to leave school, abandon all the plans he’d made, just to spend more time with Fidds?

Fiddleford actually jumped with a tiny squeak when a duffle bag was suddenly dropped next to his.

“Alright buddy, count me in!”

Fiddleford’s eyes lit up. “You mean it?”

Stanford shrugged “Eh, might as well do some traveling. I’ve never been to Tennessee after all!”

Before he could back up, Fiddleford tackled him in a hug. “Aw, thanks for doing this! You’re gonna love it! And just wait until you meet my family!”

“I hope so…” Stanford said with a sigh. He wasn’t completely sure he made the right choice but at least now Fiddleford was happier once again.

“Let me just call my Ma so she knows I’m not dead and I’ll start packing!”

A few days later Stanford found himself on a cross-country bus alongside his best friend. The ride might have been dull had he been traveling alone. But with Fiddleford there trip was much more enjoyable. It didn’t feel any shorter, but at least there was banjo music, talks of science, stories and plenty of good books to keep both of them busy.

And as soon as they left the station after two days of near non-stop traveling, the McGucket family clan was there to greet them with open arms.

After that the next few days became a blur. The McGuckets treated every Christmas like a family reunion so the old farmhouse was packed to the gills. It was a little claustrophobic at times but in some strange sort of way Stanford found himself almost enjoying the chaos of it all.

True to his word, Fiddleford’s family seemed genuinely interested in him. In such a crowded house people seldom even noticed his hands. And even when he did most of the McGucket’s seemed more interested in his hands than disgusted or disturbed. Though sometimes he did find himself uncomfortable around Fiddleford’s grandmother when she started commenting that perhaps he had been marked by a devil. But Fiddleford could shoo her off easily enough.

When Christmas Eve finally came Stanford honestly didn’t know what to expect. In his house they’d barely cared about the christian holiday. The most interest Stanford and his brothers had in it had been all the presents and the candy and the comfort food. But he’d always seen it on television and advertisings. From what he’d gathered as a kid the rest of America seemed to care about Christmas a lot.

And sure enough Christmas Eve proved to be the big red and white party he’d always seen in movies. Funny enough though Stanford expected Fiddleford’s family to be even wilder than the ones he saw on TV, seeing how excited they’d been already. But come Christmas Eve Stanford swore the McGucket clan actually seemed slightly more subdued than they had every day leading up to it.

They did insist on doing a lot of baking though. All day it seemed like there were people working in the kitchen. Roasts, pies, casseroles, cakes, salads, unique recipes Stanford didn’t even know how to categories! And it seemed like everyone was contributing to a massive dinner platter over-flowing with cookies by the end of the night. All for Santa supposedly. It seemed rather excessive but let the family continue doing it, not wanting to spoil all their fun.

Fun… that was probably the biggest feeling he’d gotten from the McGucket’s Christmas Eve. Everything seemed to be so much fun to them. And when he saw the joy that seemed to radiate off Fiddleford he couldn’t help but agree and smile back.

And later as he got ready to go to bed he couldn’t help but think about it still.

“I know that look.” Fiddleford said with a smirk. “Wha’cha thinking about, pal?”

“Not much, buddy.” Stanford answered back, keeping his voice low. With such close quarters not only was Stanford rooming with Fiddleford, but also three of his other cousins as well and they were already fast asleep.

“I guess it’s just… you and your family are a lot different from my own.”

“You think so?”

“My family is nothing like this, I’ve only seen some of my relatives once or twice. And never all at once like this. They just tolerated each other. But you, you and your family, you all seem so close.”

“I think that’s all thanks to my Dad and all his siblings.” Fiddleford said, looking over to a few of his cousins. “They always believed that family owed it to one another stick together through thick and thin. And if it weren’t for them sticking like that, I doubt I’d see these guys nearly as often. If ever.”

“What family owes?”

Fiddleford shrugged. “You know. Looking out for one another? Caring about everyone? My Granny was sure to hammer that int’a everyone’s skulls.”

“It’s a bit ironic,” Stanford realized. Trying to ignore the bubbling guilt in his gut the more he thought about his family and his brother. “Despite being people with such similar interests our home lives couldn’t be any different. I… don’t really like being around my family that much. I didn’t even go home for Hanukah this year just because I didn’t want to see them so soon.”

“Well next year put it on the calendar! Whether we go to New Jersey or not I wanna celebrate Hanukah with you!” Fiddleford declared. Quickly putting his hand over his mouth when one of his cousins grumbled in their sleep.

“You would?” Stanford whispered in disbelief.

“Of course!” Fiddleford declared, trying hard to keep his voice still a whisper. “It’s been so nice havin’ you here. It’s the least I can do after dragging your butt out of sunny California here in the dead of winter! And I’d love to celebrate more things with you. It could become like a little tradition if you wanted.”

“I think I’d like that very much.” Stanford agreed. “And you know there’s more than just Hanukah… I could show you all our other holidays if you like.”

“I’d like that very much.” Fiddleford said warmly. Then he stood up out of his bed and went to put back on his shoes.

“You aren’t going to bed yet?” Stanford asked, stifling a yawn. Usually when they’d slept over in one another’s dorm Fiddleford had always been the first to fall asleep.

“Oh, I was just gonna go help my Pa out in the stables. Apparently the horses are givin’ him trouble settling down.” Fiddleford rushed to say.

Stanford could hardly hear any commotion outside, not to mention hadn’t seen Fiddleford talk to his father once, but he didn’t think much of it. Yawning he snuggled deeper into his blankets. “Alright then, goodnight whenever you do go to sleep.”

“Night buddy.” Fiddleford said before padding quietly out of the room. “And merry Christmas.”

Wondering what would happen the next day, and already dreaming of what it’d be like the celebrate Hanukah with Fidds, Stanford let himself drift off…

If Christmas Eve had felt like an ordeal at the McGucket household, Christmas day completely blew him away.

When he got up the next day it was like he’d stumbled into a completely different house. There was even more decorations placed along the walls and in every nook and cranny of the house. There were so many gifts placed under the tree they took up an entire half of the living room floor. And somehow during the four hours he’d actually slept someone had managed to eat the entire platter of cookies left out by the chimney. And when Stanford tried to ask who did it, he got the same answer the adults gave the kids.

“It was Santa silly! He sure loves his cookies!” Fiddleford declared.

“But I mean who really ate them all?” Stanford tried again. Keeping his voice low just in case any of the children there heard.

Fiddleford looked at him blankly. “… Santa!”

“Ok fine keep your secrets!” Stanford said. “I just wanted to know who could eat all those cookies. And I doubt they just threw them all out, that’d be a waste!”

“You really have no idea how Santa did it?”

“No and this is going to drive me crazy for the rest of the day. You’d have to be in diabetic shock after eating so many cookies at once!”

“Fine! I’ll let you in on a secret.” Looking around to make sure there weren’t any kids, Fiddleford pulled him aside back to his room and pulled out a cookie from his coat pocket. Letting it fall into Stanford’s hands. He couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, you did-”

“It’s a team effort.” Fiddleford replied in a hushed whisper. “Most the grown-up’s stay up to go decorate the house and along the way we clean off the plate.”

Stanford immediately blushed. “I uh-”

The longer he stayed quiet the more Fiddleford’s face fell. “Did you- Did you think only one person was allowed to eat those?”

“I… I hadn’t considered it.” Stanford replied in a quiet voice. He really hadn’t thought of that.

He could tell Fiddleford wanted to laugh really badly, but the man just clapped him on the shoulder, struggling not to fall over and cackle. “Stanford Pines! You’re a genius but I swear you got the perception of a- of a… I don’t even know!”

While Fiddleford found the situation hilarious, Stanford wanted to crawl away somewhere and hide. How had he not figured that out? He was on track to finish his bachelor’s in two years and yet he couldn’t figure out that more than one person could eat the cookies. Fiddleford thankfully didn’t mock him for long before taking him by the elbow and dragging him back towards the dining room.

“Don’t worry though, your secret’s safe with me!”

“I hope so.” Stanford grumbled. “A mistake like that could ruin my reputation…”

Fiddleford shook his head, “Aw don’t be so hard on yourself it happens to everyone! You look too close at the details and you’ll forget what the big picture’s supposed to be!”

Even with Fiddleford’s reassurance he still couldn’t help but feel foolish. Hopefully this was something he’d keep in mind once he went back to school…

He was pulled from his thoughts when someone called out “PRESENT TIME!” and they were all dragged down to the living room where the tree and all the gifts were. It was quite a scene to watch. There were children all over the floor and adults began handing out presents one by one. Everyone seemed to just buzz with anticipation as the kids began ripping into their presents.

Stanford got so caught up watching everyone else he almost jumped when a present was dropped into his own lap.

Fiddleford was quick to apologize, laughing nervously. “Oh dear! I wanted to surprise you. Not startle you.”

When Ford looked over the package he wasn’t quite sure what to say at first. “Fiddleford I- Well, thank you, but I couldn’t possibly-”

“Aw, don’t you worry none. I already got plenty of gifts from all my folks.” Fiddleford said quickly. “I know you don’t celebrate… but I wanted you to feel included.”

“But I wasn’t able to get anything for you. Not to mention the rest of your family.”

“Hey, that ain’t what the holidays are about.” Fiddleford replied. “I got you a gift cause I wanted to give you one, not cause I expected you to do anything in return.”

Stanford still looked unsure, but he decided to let it go for now. And instead went about unwrapping the gift. For all of Fiddleford’s talent and skills, wrapping was not one and Stanford found himself navigating a strange puzzle of weird folds and a ridiculous amount of tape. He was pretty sure it was a book of sometime. Probably a textbook. It was certainly heavy enough. And he could feel a hard cover of some kind under his fingers.

When he finally pulled back all the paper and could read the cover. It was all navy blue with golden trim with a strange looking beast on the front that seemed almost unreal.

 “Anomalous Phenomena”

 “I thought you might like it. Since you always seem so interested in genetic anomalies. Plus when you mentioned trying to find the Jersey Devil as a kid...” Fiddleford said quietly.

“Fiddleford…” Stanford breathed. “I… I love it! Where did you even find a book like this?”

“Saw at school when they started discontinuing a bunch of books. It seemed like something right up your alley. Thought it’d be a shame if such’a interesting book like that disappeared off the face of the earth.”

Stanford remembered hearing about the library being clear out, but that was weeks ago. Fiddleford had been holding onto this the whole time? Just waiting for the holidays to come, waiting until now to give this book to him. He really thought that much of Stanford Pines?

Ford felt his cheeks start burning the more he thought about it.

“Thank you Fiddleford. I mean it… Truly. For everything.” Stanford said slowly, running over the book cover with his hand. Letting all six of his fingers brush over the golden trim “I think you may be one of my dearest friends.”

“Aw shucks.” Fiddleford said with a light chuckle. “It’s nothing really.”

“Not to me it isn’t.” Stanford replied. He could still feel himself blushing and hoped no one noticed. “No one’s ever done something like this for me Fidds. You, you probably don’t realize what this means to me. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Well once or twice is good enough for me.” Fiddleford said back with a smirk.

Stanford wanted to say more but one of the McGucket youngsters ran up to them and started pulling Fiddleford away for more presents.

“Sorry Stanford, but duty calls!” He said, pretending he was heavier than he was while his younger cousin dragged him back over to the tree to open more gifts. All around him a few more of his siblings and cousins laughed at his antics before they all settled down back under the tree and Fiddleford began passing out more gifts to the rest of his family.

For those few moments it all seemed so perfect. The whole family there. Together. Happy. And Fiddleford near the center of it all, practically glowing with a beautiful smile, golden brown hair and sharp blue eyes that never missed a thing.

Stanford had always thought Fiddleford was a handsome-looking fella. Sure, he’d never said it to the man’s face but he’d always thought it. But in those few moments as he watched him, practically brimming with Christmas spirit, Stanford thought he was absolutely beautiful.

A soft smile fell onto Stanford’s face as he started trying to formulate the perfect gift to get Fiddleford once they went back to school. Part of him still felt obligated, he had to return the favor. But Ford also found himself holding onto Fiddleford’s words. He wanted to give Fidds a gift because he wanted to give him something nice. But what could he possibly give the other man? A man who was quickly becoming one of the most important people in his life currently.

A book? Perhaps something about robots? He was certainly an admirable engineer…

Stanford also made sure to get a couple extra jars of Mrs. McGucket’s fruit preserves and save them for whenever he noticed Fiddleford getting homesick once they were back in school.

#fiddauthor #fiddauthorgiftexchnage #the-ill-doctor #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #fiddauthor gift exchange #fiddauthorgiftexchange2018

[eaurthly]

Miles Away

a/u where you and harry are best friends who met from studying abroad and you begin to fall in love with him but don’t believe he feels the same. This is a rough draft and probably sucks so. sorry oops

Part i.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in your University of Manchester sweatshirt when you passed your vanity on the way to the bathroom this morning. It was late October and being back in Boston meant it was the perfect weather for you to be able to live in this sweatshirt again. It still had a faint smell of Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille cologne on it when you held it really close to your nose, and after studying at Manchester it was one of your favorite scents in the world. If you looked closely, you could see a faint "H" written in sharpie on the tag which always made you smile and wear it for weeks at a time without washing it. Harry had given you this sweatshirt as a going away present, but secretly you think he did it just so you wouldn't forget him, because you didn't know the next time it would be that you'd see each other.  

It had been a little bit over a year since you had gotten home from Manchester following a year-long study abroad program. Being a communications major allowed for a wide range of opportunities for you to experiment in your academics and being able to travel to new places was something you'd dreamed about since the age of 14 when you found yourself growing tired of every single family vacation being at the same beach you had grown up around.  

Ironically enough, after you finished your year abroad in the spring, you and Harry spent a mere 6 months apart before he spent the following spring semester in Boston with you, this time being able to explore your hometown just as he was able to show you around his. Manchester was a dream you quite very well did not want to wake up from. Spending an entire year there was almost a blur, the only thing that reminded you of going was your ongoing friendship with Harry – which to your surprise, hadn't faded after you left. Being around someone constantly for a year seems like both a very long time but also an extremely short time. You had always believed friendships in college allowed people to bond faster and harder being that everyone was in such close proximity 24/7, your friendship with Harry validated this theory even more.  

You had met through mutual friends, it was a simple story. You only knew your roommate, being that this was a completely different country and she was very eager to make you more friends. You couldn’t tell if it was because she wanted to get you out of your dorm room so she could shag her older, greasy boyfriend or if it was because she felt bad and wanted to help you out. At this point she was only a freshman while you were a sophomore, but she seemed like the older one. Her boyfriend was neighbors with a tall, curly headed boy named Harry and they had always gone out together on the weekends which is why you found him knocking on your door one Friday evening. You had just gotten out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around your head and wore ripped up clothes for your pajamas. He looked a bit startled when you opened the door, as if he didn't expect it would be you who was on the other side. He stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets shyly amidst his outgoing physical features. He was dressed in tight black jeans and a low-cut, white, short sleeved button-up. It was very simple yet some how he looked like he had put a lot of thought into it. His hair wasn't short, but it wasn't long - it as perfectly in the middle. You could tell that his hair was curly, but they didn't consume his head. It was another feature of his that looked effortlessly put together.  

"oh! er- hey, you're Talia's roommate right? ...y/n, is it?" He said so smoothly somehow against the awkward air with a Cheshire accent so thick you almost had to ask him to repeat himself.

"uh, yeah" you said in your rich American accent, "lemme go grab her for you." 

But before you finished your sentence he was gracefully stepping into your dorm leaning forward with his shoulder and dominant leg. You would have been alarmed if it was anyone else who had just invited themselves into your room but you had seen him around enough to know he was proper friends with Talia.  

He was still standing near your doorway as you went to knock on the bathroom door to signal to Talia he was here to take her to her boyfriends so they could all go out. It was quite nice for you though because typically, she'd end up getting so drunk that she'd spend the night at his place and you'd have the apartment all to yourself.  

"hey, she'll be out in a second. She's just finishing getting ready." You screamed as you walked to the doorway in your overly baggy clothes, approaching Harry to let him know. He just gave you a wide-eyed nod as you continued on and sat down at your desk.  

It was only quiet for a quick second before Harry came up behind you and said; "By the way I didn't really properly introduce myself, I'm Harry."

He held his hand out like he wasn't quite sure what else to do at this moment. You were wondering why he hadn't introduced himself at the door like a normal person, but he seemed a bit tipsy and out of place.  

"oh hi, I'm y/n" you quietly mumbled back, "well actually wait – you already know my name... oh." You said, as you let out a little laugh that indicated you were a bit embarrassed since he had already asked your name before he came in. He just smiled back at you.

"so, why 're ya out here all towel-ed up in 'ere! We gotta go out soon to leave!" You knew was definitely tipsy now, by the fact his sentences were starting to repeat themselves.

"We...?" You let out, shocked.  

"Well, yea! Didn't Talia tell you..." He didn't wait for you to answer before he continued what he was saying, "maybe she didn't, I actually don't think there was plans to invite you. But I'm here now and ya look quite bored, so I'm telling ya that ya have'ta come out with us. There's no other option."  

You looked quite puzzled as to why this person you barely know was insisting you go out with them, but he wasn't very forceful about it, he just seemed like a drunk guy who didn't want to see a bored girl killing the buzz.  

"You look a bit confused." He had picked up the expression on your face you thought you had clearly hidden.

"Only because I'm not really sure how I can get ready for a night out in under ten minutes." you sarcastically snapped.

"Like this!" Harry said joyfully as if he had it all under control. "Take this towel off, dry your hair, and I'll pick out your outfit," he paused as he walked over to your closet and started. rummaging through your clothes.

It was quite odd, you had seen him around a few times and he initially seemed very intimidating. You weren't quite sure if it was his broad shoulders or the way he carried himself, but he just seemed like someone who was very well liked by everyone, and that quality alone made it terrifying to look at him, in fear he would notice before you had a chance to look away. But then you see the same long-legged man fiddling with the hangers in your closet to try and put together an outfit for you, and he seems the complete opposite. Having a stranger go through your entire wardrobe wasn't something that would've happened in high school, but being here at uni, this moment was one which started a new friendship. Whatever was happening in this moment felt natural, in a sense – almost like you shouldn't stop him from what he was doing. And as awkward as the conversation seemed to have started, it had a rigid flow to it, which absentmindedly made you smile.

"ahhghh, here!" He smiled as he held up a maroon, sheer button-up, long sleeved blouse and a black leather skirt.

"It took you that long to come up with that?" You jokingly poked at him, "Besides, ya gotta find something for me to wear under that shirt."

"But do I?" He tilted his head as his voice gradually raised an octave, "we're going to the club! I've seen girls wear a lot worse" he paused, "and a lot less."  

You rolled your eyes as you playfully grabbed the clothes out of his hands and walked to the bathroom to change.  

Upon walking out, you found him sitting down at your desk waiting with his head in his hands.  

"Starting to crash already?" You questioned.

"Just waitin for you and Tali." He assured with his eyes half closed, until he caught a glimpse of you, "you look really nice," he paused," but not in like a weird, creepy way. Maroon is just a good color for everyone."  

"Well, you drive a hard bargain, so I couldn’t argue with your choices for me since I seem to be letting someone I don't know that well convince me to go out."

He just chuckled.

"Well it seems to be working! Besides all of us are very close and I'm a bit surprised Tali hasn't invited you out with us yet. You seem like you'd fit in with us all too well."

"I guess we'll see how tonight goes then. Even though it's a bit unlike me to agree to go out." You didn’t want to tell him why because you'd seem like a bore, it's just that every time you go out you never actually have fun and regret every second of it.

But before your conversation could continue, Talia finally walks out and it's time to leave. For some reason, you feel very comfortable with everything that's been happening, and it's not in your nature to do so. If it were any other stranger, what had transpired before you all left would have went down differently, but Harry carried himself with a certain poise that made him completely approachable after he initially talked to you. It almost felt like you two were old friends who got along well, but just had a lot of catching up to do. And as sex driven as most uni boys were, it didn't come off as if he was flirting with you, but just taking part in playful banter, and that's what made it feel as though you're old pals. With not having many friends in high school, let alone male friends, you'd imagine this would feel completely foreign to you. Except, it was the complete opposite.  

The club night was nothing special, it was just the introduction of your friendship, but that doesn't mean it wasn’t proper fun. It was the kind of fun you hoped being at Manchester would give you. Harry convinced you to do shots with him all night and you danced around each other laughing at how your moves continuously got worse. It was refreshing. Not only to have a night out, but also because most of the guys who want to hang out in clubs prefer to end the night with getting in your pants and with Harry, he was just with you to have a good time.  

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The following months brought the two of you closer than you've felt with anybody besides your family. Talia's boyfriend was always over, and Harry made sure he came with him, just so you didn't have to sit and third-wheel alone. You'd all just hang out and watch movies when you weren't going out on the weekends. But having those late nights with people create memories that you'll always have to laugh about down the road. You remembered this one time, Harry got so drunk, he started running through the sprinklers at three in the morning and decided to fall asleep under your dining room table, insisting that you put blankets all over it so he could turn it into his fort, yelling at you to tell him the secret password so you could come in. He was always a character.  

Harry was an English major, which made it quite ironic that the two of you ended up in a French class together spring semester, where he excelled, and you... very much did the opposite. You had to beg him to help you every night. Which neither of you secretly minded because it allowed the two of you to spend more time together. It was seemingly platonic but that doesn't mean you didn't love spending time with him, even if it meant he had to spend hours repeating the same phrase to you in French hoping that eventually you'd understand.  

"La fille a un meilleur ami beau. La fille a un meilleur ami beau." He repeated. "Now, what did I say?"

"Damn if I know, the girl... has a.... something. That's all I understand. What does she have, what are you telling me she has? You began to get flustered.  

"oh, ma cherie," he softly said, almost like a mother staring lovingly at her daughter who has no clue what was going on. "You'll have to practice if you want to know!"  

Needless to say, you barely passed French that year, which was quite ironic because Paris was the next city to visit on your list.  

The year you spent at Manchester flew by, and it wouldn't have if Harry wasn't by your side. You didn't look too deeply into your friendship, except to realize it was the first one for you that felt completely reciprocated. Everything you gave to Harry he seemed to give right back to you. He was the first one you called when you needed help when you found yourself stranded on transit and had no clue how to get home and was the first you called when you wanted to grab a quick bite to eat but didn't want to go alone. You found him strolling into your room after his classes with lunch in his hand and sitting down at your desk without saying a word because he wanted to eat lunch in the company of someone other than his television, and you were the first person he told all of his good news to, besides his mother of course. You enjoyed his presence, even if it did come with a heavy cloud of Tobacco Vanille that wrapped around him like a blanket. It was an amazing smell. You had always thought too much of any scent could get overbearing, but you became accostummed to the smell he had – so much, that most of your clothes began to smell the same. But before you knew it, it was July and you were gearing up to leave. Uni ended in April but your lease wasn't finished until July. Leaving was more of a bitter than it was sweet. You had grown so close to Harry that, even without dating. He knew so much of you and you knew so much of him, that even people you didn't know, had the presumption you two were dating and failed to believe that a guy and girl could be best friends.  

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There was one night, about a week before you left, that you and Harry found yourselves laying on opposite sides of your bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling to avoid the fact you had to start packing to leave.  

"I don't want you to go y/n." He whined a bit.  

"I mean, me either, but it's not very realistic for me to just stay here." You had to reality check him.

"I know, but who is going to split all my meals with me after class? Who's going to give you fashion advice?" He tried to poke at you, as a reminder of the night you became friends. As for the meals, you two almost always shared one when you went out, down to the drinks. Portions were large, and it would be a waste to get two separate meals, so in your eyes you two were just effectively saving some money. In hindsight this may be one of the factors that led everyone to believe the two of you were dating.  

"Well... I don't think half a meal being sent to Boston would actually last. And if you're really worried about my half-witted fashion choices, just give me a call before class. Problem solved." You said, as if that really did solve all your problems, but you just brushed the rest of them off.  

"yeah I know... it's weird. I almost forgot that ya don't even live here. Just because you've been here for so long." He paused. "I reminded my mum 'bout it the other day. She told me ta say she'd miss 'avin an extra stomach t' feed since Gemma moved out, said she's losin' anotha daughter."  

If there was one thing you'd miss more than Harry, it was Anne. She was almost like another mother to you, especially since your actual mother was thousands of miles away. She always invited the two of you to have home-cooked meals and surprised you with your favorite cake for your birthday. Every time you left her presence, it was clearer to you where Harry got his charm from, she was the nicest woman you had ever met.  

"I think I'll miss your mom more than you" you said waiting to get a reaction out of him.

"'eah, I'm sure you will ya old lady."  

After that, there was a bit of comfortable silence as Van Morrison's "Tupelo Honey" played quietly in the background. You found yourself alarmed for being so sad that you were leaving but continued to remind yourself that leaving a place you've grown to love would be hard for anyone. You were just afraid of missing Harry and what that would bring up in your mind. You hadn't thought about him in any way other than platonic, there hadn't been a need to, but something in your gut tells you that's going to change, and you won't have any say over it. But for the time being, it was best to appreciate the days you had left together, you and your best friend, before you set foot on that plane to go home.  

Harry broke the silence by saying, "'ey wait, I got something for ya." It seemed as though he was thinking about saying that for a little while, but didn't quite know when the right time to say it was.  

He got up and walked over to his bag, which was a leather satchel that was a bit beat up, being it was a few years old. He pulled out a glob of deep red fabric, but it could have passed as Maroon.  

"I want ya to 'ave it." He said, revealing what was in his hands. It was a maroon University of Manchester sweatshirt, one that he wore almost every day in the colder months.

"Harry" you said, not really knowing what to say next, considering you were terrible at accepting nice gestures from other people.

"I know it's yer favorite, especially considerin that one time it disappeared for two weeks and you 'ad it the whole time!"  

He was right. It was your favorite. It was just the right amount of baggy to where you didn't look like a bloated mess, but instead, an extremely casual comfy. It smelled exactly like him, which happened to be one of your favorite smells in the world. Tobacco Vanille almost seemed like a pair that shouldn't go together but after smelling it, it blended so perfectly that you can't imagine them not being together. It was musky, but not so musky that it was overpowering. The vanilla and sweeter side canceled the tobacco out. It was warm and spicy, but also sweet and sappy. You found it strange to describe a scent as comforting but that's exactly what this scent was to you. It was mild, and a bit warm, to the point where it felt mesmerizing and comforting – and the fact that this scent was soaked into the most comfortable sweatshirt in the world meant more to you than you think Harry knew. It was such a small gesture, but you found yourself constantly thinking about it.

"Thank you." You said as you reached up to him and hugged him, burying you head in the crook of his neck.

"Of course, ma cherie" he muttered back.

"You with that French again, you know I don't understand a word."  

"Oh, I know." He said back smartly, as if he knew he could say whatever he wanted to you in French, since you would have no clue what he was saying. It seemed like something he was going to use to his advantage.  

"Anyways," he chimes in, "we betta' start packing ya up girl, or you'll never get out of here."  

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A week later you found yourself carrying your bags down to Harry's car, wearing that sweatshirt of his even though it was the middle of July, and headed to the airport. The car ride wasn't anything out of the ordinary, in fact, it was so normal, it made it harder to leave. Even hours before you were headed back to the states you and Harry were continuing to laugh over his bad impersonations and jokes and singing the songs you mutually loved. You were going to miss this, and perhaps a little bit too much. A year growing with somebody by your side is such an interesting amount of time. To some people it feels like forever and to some it feels like no time at all. To you it felt like both. Harry felt like a part of you after the time you'd spent together and even though it was only a year, it felt like forever. At least you wanted it to be forever. Going home to practically no one, was going to be a very harsh reality after living one of the best years of your life. You were living in another country, being submersed into a new culture and seeing parts of the world you never imagined seeing, and, you met a soulmate along the way. "Soul mate," wasn't being used in the typical romantic sense, because, you had always heard soul mates came in friendships too. You just didn't believe it until you met Harry.  

When the two of you arrived at the airport, Harry insisted he walked with you up until you had to step on the plane, and you'd figure it'd be easier to not convince him otherwise.  

"alright Harry. This is as far as you can go." You warned him, getting ready to board your plane home.

"Come 'ere" he said quickly before grabbing you swiftly in the tightest bear hug you've ever felt. Somehow that was all it took for you to instantly start sobbing, and it wasn't quick before Harry caught on.

"heyyyy, 'ey, petit fleur, you gotta stop this fore I start cryin too" he said with his green eyes looking even more bloodshot and a bit more glassy than before.

"y-you're... I'm sitting here, crying a-and you're still speaking French" you try to convey with a bit of a joking tone, but it just seems pathetic being that you still found yourself crying in his arms.

"I'm only a phone call away" he says as he holds your shoulders and makes sure to look directly into your eyes, as a way of letting you know that he means it.

Wiping away tears you snap back into reality and say, "So am I. Always."

He pulls you back into a quick hug before you have to leave.

"hey, y/n... I love you, bucket head."

"I love you too." You smiled back.  

It wasn't weird for the two of you to say I love you, because you did love each other. You loved him for showing you how to live spontaneously and enjoy life a little more and he loved you for always having his back. But this time saying it felt different. It didn't feel different coming from him, but it felt different coming from your mouth. Something changed when you told him you loved him before getting on your flight back home and to be honest, you weren't quite sure what it was. Whatever you were feeling was something foreign, you had nothing to compare it too and felt a pit in your stomach that wouldn't fade. The only chance of you figuring it out would be to write it out, something Harry taught you to do more of, and with a 9 hour flight ahead of you, you had nothing but time.  

#harry styles #fic #best friends

[lovelyyyoongi]

~College!au Pen Pal Yoongi~PART FOURTEEN:END

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12] [part 13] 

You couldn’t stop shaking. Tomorrow at eleven? That was fifteen hours away!! You were nowhere near emotionally ready to meet Yoongi…er, again.

You’ve technically already met the guy, you thought to yourself. But that’s when you didn’t know he was your pen pal. And that was before you…felt something for him.

You didn’t know when you realized but after a while of talking to, who you now know is Yoongi, your feelings had grown. And feelings as in a more than ‘Hey we’re good friends.’ No, it was more of a ‘You’re stubborn and such a downer, sometimes….But I still have a huge crush on you…’

Oh man, you thought, How were you going to get out of this? And evern better, note the sarcasm, you know what he looks like! It wasn’t fair that he was so damn attractive and you couldn’t get him out of your head. You remembered the deepness of his voice when you first met him; how soothing and low it was made your heart pound harder. 

Damn, if you only knew sooner! Now here you were, freaking out in your dorm room. “I don’t see why you’re freaking out. You’re never nervous around Mr. Sunshine. Why now?” Your roommate called from the other side of the room. 

“I’ve already met him! Except I didn’t know it was him. What if it’s awkward?” You looked down at your phone in your lap.

“Awkward? Oh honey, me and Namjoon meeting was awkward. You can’t get any more awkward than that! You’ll do fine!” Your roommate smirked. You heard the countless stories about your roommate and her very own pen pal and you wished you saw them first hand. 

For the rest of the night, your heart couldn’t stop racing and your stomach couldn’t stop doing flip flops. It was then when you were wondering what Yoongi was feeling. Was he calm and collected?

Yoongi was in no way calm and collected. His knees kept bouncing up and down underneath the table in the very same cafe you were meeting him in tomorrow. The anxiety of finally meeting you again finally getting to him.

“Hyung, you’ll be fine! If you’ve charmed her for this long without your looks, you already have her technically,” Jungkook smirked at his older friend’s behavior.

“I didn’t charm her!”

“Psh, by now you’ve probably flirted a countless amount of time,” Taehyung piped.

“Have not!”

“No, no,” Jungkook looked toward Taehyung and continued to have a private conversation with him about Yoongi and you. “I bet he told her he acres about her. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be so nervous. He would keep his cool and tough facade.”

“But he’s nervous because she knows he cares about her!” Taehyung finished with a grin. 

“No–o” Yoongi protested, a blush creeping up his neck. 

“Just admit it, hyung. You don’t just care about her in a friend way…You like her,” Jimin grinned from the other side of the table. Yoongi kicked Jimin’s leg resulting in him releasing a whine. 

“He’s so defensive, I can’t tell if it’s cute or not…I mean, who is this guy?” Jungkook joked.

“Haha,” Yoongi said in a monotone. 

The boys went back to their dorms soon after and Yoongi had no idea what he was going to say tomorrow. Should he be himself? Dark and brooding? No, I think Y/N’s way past that stage, he thought. 

We are going to talk about her, in a weird twist of events, maybe I should be less…cold. Falling into bed, he sighed. Why was he acting like such a girl. You were just you. No need to be nervous, he thought as he was clearly nervous.

You were walking closer and closer to the cafe and the nervousness in the pit of your stomach went away as the excitement began to rush into your heart. You were finally getting the one to one conversation you wanted with Mr. Sunshine.

Granted, it’ll be about you at first but it’s something! 

You walked into the cafe and your eyes scanned around till you set upon the familiar dark haired boy. Is it too late to turn around? 

His head was down, eyes glued to your phone. You rolled your eyes with a smile and discreetly sat in the seat across from him at the table he was sitting at. 

“You know, it’s rude to be on your phone while you’re meeting with someone,” You smirked, your heart still pounding a million miles a minute. Yoongi’s head shot up and he scrambled to put his phone into his pocket. 

“Uh, h–hi,” He offered a small smile, moving his arms closer to him to give you room.

“Hey, stranger,” You smiled softly. 

“This is kind of weird right? We’ve sort of met and introduced ourselves before,” Yoongi cocked his head to the side and scrunched his nose up. Fuck, don’t do that, you thought. He was too attractive, you’re surprised you haven’t been drooling yet. 

Before getting caught staring, you laughed. “Yeah, it seems we’ve skipped that stage.”

“So, I don’t know how to exactly–”

“Just ask me,” you smiled warmly, allowing him to dig into you past. You trusted Yoongi. You were unsure at first, but damn, was this boy stubborn. You thought you were stubborn. 

“Why did you immediately come off to me as so bubbly? You could’ve had any persona,” Yoongi asked, stirring his coffee with his straw.

“Well, at first I wasn’t sure how I’d act around you. But then I saw how you were the complete opposite of my sister, and I thought it’d be fun to see how you’d react.”

“So if I wasn’t so pessimistic, you wouldn’t have been Bubbly?”

“Hm, that’s what I’ve been asking myself the past few days. I’m not sure. Yoongi, do you believe in fate?” You asked.

He scoffed with a smile. Of course you believed in fate, he thought. “I’m assuming you do?”

“What out of all the chances, you were paired with me? Someone completely opposite of the person my sister wanted me to be? It was only suiting that I’d act like she wished.”

Yoongi thought to himself about what you had said. What were the chances of getting paired with you? If it weren’t for you, he’d never be here in the first place. Hell, he bet that if he had any other pen pal. girl or not, he wouldn’t have stuck around. But no, you were different.

“Fair enough,” he nodded to himself. 

“Now can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Yoongi shrugged. He pushed his coffee over to you, offering you a sip.

“Why after every, even the slightest moment of some sort of bond between us, did you soon after snap and become cold again?” You asked, curiously, grabbing his coffee and taking a long sip out of the straw. 

Yoongi eyed the coffee and thought for a moment. Why did he do that? Then, he tugged at your hand and stood up. 

“Can we walk?” He murmured and you two exited the cafe. You shrugged and continued to drink his coffee when he didn’t object. You walked together, neither of you realizing you were still holding hands. 

“I guess I was just scared,” Oh god, Yoongi thought. Did he really just say that?

“Scared? You?”

“Yeah, Y/N. Terrified,” Yoongi said with a certain look in his eye. You looked over at him in curiosity.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the person you should be least terrified of,” You joked.

“No,” Yoongi muttered to himself, as if frustrated, “Not of you. Of me.”

“Of you? Why?”

“Well, I–” He cut himself off to look at you. You were peering at him with curiosity and he fell even harder. He didn’t realize he missed how much he missed looking at your face until now. 

And now, standing in front of you, he was consumed with so much emotion that he didn’t even know how to process. 

All he wanted to do was grab your face and just smash his lips against yours. 

So that’s exactly what he did.

You were taken aback at first, the feeling of his surprisingly warm hands on your cheeks. Your eyes were widened but once your brain processed what was going on, you slowly closed your eyes and placed your hands under his biceps. 

You pulled away for air and he leaned his forehead against yours, “Fuck, I really wanted to do that.”

“You did?” You breathed out, in a daze. Yoongi chuckled at your state and pecked your forehead before leaning back.

“I was terrified of becoming too close to you and developing feelings. But I’m afraid, too late,” He smiled to himself. Like really smiled. Your heart melted at the sight of his gummy smile. 

“Mr. Sunshine!” Was all you could saying before embracing him. You were grinning ear to ear. 

“What?”

“I found it!”

“Hm?” Yoongi hummed. You pulled away with a smirk.

“I finally found your soft spot…”

“Oh,” Yoongi chuckled, looking down at you. “I’ve always known: It’s you. Always has been.” And he leaned down to give you another kiss.

ASDFGHJK I FINALLY FINISHED KASDHKASDL HOW WAS IT? DID YOU LIKE IT? THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ASLJDS

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not a goodbye || chase and jonah

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: chase and jonah’s freshman dorm // spring 2021.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: chase x jonah.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: two best friends in a room, they might kiss.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: chase and jonah say goodbye to their freshman dorm room and the last time they will be actual roommates. but they have plenty of good times ahead of them.

Getting their dorm room packed up after one of the greatest years Chase had ever had was a little bittersweet. Part of him thought him and Jonah were going to be roommates roommates for the whole four years. Especially after a few months had gone so well, he thought that nothing would ever change. But it was time to go, and next year they would be living in a house together with their other friends and that was going to be great too. But this was a special kind of greatness, the kind of closeness you get with someone who you spend every day and every night with. The person in the room you come back to after a hard test, a really good shower thought, or a great day. "We've had a lot of fun in here, man" said Chase, vocalizing his sentimentality for living in here. "Just you me and Saphira" he added with a smile, the cat had already been packed up and dropped off to be taken care of by Nana.

Jonah exhaled deeply as he looked around the almost empty dorm room. The past year had been one of the best he ever had, and a lot of it was thanks to Chase. The thought of living in the same room with someone was a little intimidating. He was scared it would be too draining on him, but if anything, it brought the two boys even closer. Chase was someone that balanced Jonah out nicely. His extroverted personality brought that out in Jonah as well, but he also respected when Jonah needed a bit of a cool down. Even with everything going on with Julian, Jonah was able to relax a bit whenever Chase was around. But now they were moving on to bigger things, an actual house filled with their friends. It was different, but Jonah was pretty excited for it. Looking back on his life, he would have never expected to find such great friends. They did more for him than they really knew. "Saphira really was a great roommate." Jonah patted his friend's back as he spoke. "You were a pretty good runner up, though." he said jokingly. "But it doesn't stop, we got all summer to be with each other. You, me, and those summer camp kids. Can't believe we let the twins talk us into that, but if it's up to Hollingsworth standards, it's gotta be great."

Chase was resisting his urge to hug Jonah, because he was being a little ridiculous. They were going to spend all summer together, and even live together next year. It was just sentimental because it was the end of an era, but honestly their friendship was just getting started. They were gonna be on a long life journey together, that was certain. Chase had never had a male friend like this before in his life, let alone a male friend group. "Yeah, those twins. They can talk anyone into anything. Peer pressure is a great look on them" said Chase with a laugh. The four of them had a solid dynamic, and you'd think they'd stress Jonah out. But Chase knew they were total nerds, those Hollingsworth girls. It was only a matter of time before the four of them's common interests reigned true. "We really are going to have the best summer ever, and you've got your girl. I've got ... a literal child. Look at us" he said with a laugh.

"It's those damn debate team skills. It's unmatched." Jonah let out a sigh before laughing. Jonah was very aware of just how intense the Hollingsworth girls could be, but he also did know them before they both evolved. They were pretty much goobers, in the best way possible, of course. Jonah smiled wide once his friend mentioned Rory. It was so good to be back with her, like he was finally complete. But then Chase mentioned how he had a child. A real life child. Jonah never forgot about that one, it lived in his brain absolutely rent free. He looked at Chase with wide eyes and laughed along "We're really stepping it up. Raising that bar for everyone. Who could top that?" He really was going to have a great summer with his bud, he was sure of it. "Oh shit, there's also that New York trip!" he said with such excitement. Jonah didn't get to see Mia as often so he was really happy to go up and visit her as well. She was in a good place, physically and mentally. It was all he could ever ask for. "I can't wait to see your family."

It was nice to see Jonah smile like that because of Rory. Chase was well aware she was the missing piece this year, he was sad that she hadn't followed suit with everyone else and come here. Wren was also clearly missing her all the time. There was a Rory sized hole in both of their hearts, and it hurt Chase to see that. "Yeah, two days until the boys are headed to the big city" said Chase excitedly. They had been planning this trip all year. It was weird to be going home without Gabrielle, but it was going to be nice. Like he was a regular boy who hadn't gotten tangled up in so much stuff. "My parents can't wait to see you, my mom is obsessed" Chase replied, "and also maybe my sister. Please don't pull a Jonah and date my sister" he joked. Chase knew very well that Jonah was more than happy with Rory, and Amy liked everyone who breathed. She and Chase were most definitely related in that aspect.

It felt good to know that Chase's family liked Jonah, especially because he loved them so much. It hurt to know that Chase was separated from them for this long. Even if it were a few years, there were still important parts of his life that he couldn't share with the rest of his family. Sometimes that's how Jonah felt about Mia. The three Keller kids were no strangers to being separated, but it had been years since he had been around his little sister. Jonah tried to look at the bright side when it came to Chase, though. If he didn't move with Gabrielle, the two would have never met. This friendship meant a lot to him, it was one of the most important relationships he had. What mattered most was that Chase was where he wanted to be. Jonah rolled his eyes and shoved his friend gently, "To be fair, I was Rory's boyfriend before I even met Wren." he said with a smile. His friendship with Wren also meant a lot, the whole group was really special. "But I promise, I will not pull a Jonah a second time in my life. Same goes for you. Mia's been asking about you a lot, and it's sus."

Sometimes Chase thought about fate. How funny it was that everything in his life was leading to him moving. From joining cheer because he was an insecure little twerp who wanted to talk to girls, to finding friends who helped him have the confidence to talk to Gabrielle, to the dates and falling in love for the first time. From there it was the pregnancy and the move, all leading up to him getting to meet all these incredible people. People he would have missed out. Part of him thought about how he would have met Jonah somehow anyways. How their sisters were in school together, and that they became friends without them. That he would have met Jonah and been a friendly stranger to him once, never knowing what could have been. He loved that he was a sentimental fuck sometimes, it meant that he could enjoy life more. "I mean, I've always wanted you to be my real brother. Let's make it brothers in law" said Chase with a smile.

Jonah's jaw dropped dramatically, "So Mia gets to live out my dream by marrying you? Yeah fucking right. I will be an absolute monster at that wedding, I promise you." he said before laughing. He enjoyed the friendship he had with Chase. They were able to make little jokes with each other without it being weird, it was always a fun time. "Besides, getting with my sister will cut into your 'that one time in summer camp' fling. You can't fuck with that trope, it's golden." Jonah was all for him and Gabrielle getting back together, as long as they were both happy with each other, but Chase also deserved a good summer. Whatever his friend was down for, Jonah would support.

"I love it when you get jealous" said Chase with a smirk. They were two funny little pals, weren't they. Jonah made an excellent point, "one time at summer camp does sound like a good way to start a story, I can't pass that up. It's way lamer to say one time at my little sister's graduation I spent time with the love of my life and then married his sister" Chase said as he laughed some more. Maybe Chase did deserve to have some fun this summer. It had been a while.

"Well luckily for me, there's been no need to get jealous. You know, since you haven't been with anyone for a while." Jonah said with a stupid little grin. Would Chase get a little sulky from that? Perhaps. But all the clowning going down in their simp nation groupchat was really getting to Jonah. He was feeling all sassy lately with his friends. Maybe it was this little boost of confidence from having Rory back. "We could have been one year deep into a beautiful relationship, but now I'm a taken man. You've missed your chance." he continued on with the joke. "Yeah that one just doesn't roll off the tongue as nicely. They say shit get's pretty wild at this camp. Who knows what could happen."

"Oh I see how it is, we just live the single life together for so long. The if I can't have you no one can trope is about to kick in. I'm gonna have myself a little chat with Rory" said Chase laughing, they were having fun. Jonah had been happier recently, honestly he'd been doing really well all year. Chase faked a shot to the heart, "you're killing me, Keller" he said with a little laugh, "I'll get you one day". Chase picked up the last of his bags, "we've got a week until camp. Games tonight right? I promise to not let you win" said the boy as he took one last look around the room.

"Wow now you're getting all jealous? Hm, I think I like what I see." Jonah smirked at Chase before laughing. Being around Chase just made everything better. Even with everything going on with Julian, Jonah was still trying to keep his spirits up. "I'll enjoy every moment of the chase." Jonah smiled to himself, not intending the play on words. He then nodded in response as he looked around to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind. "Oh thank you so much, I didn't know you were so selfless." he said with a smile as he placed his hand over his heart. "We should have an ice cream run later tonight. Loser pays, and don't worry, I won't get anything too expensive."

Chase laughed "suck a dick, Jonah. Mine, specifically. Don't you worry I will definitely tell Rory" he said as he flipped him off and headed down to the car and headed back to Gabrielle's guest house for the next few days. Soon enough he would be in the car with Jonah on the way to see his family, and life would be good. For now he had the daunting Hale house in the distance, it emanating its cold vibes into his little safe haven. //END

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Body of Work

Body of Work Fandom: Code Lyoko Pairing: Ulumi Summary: AU in which there was no XANA and they’re all normal college students. Odd tricks Ulrich into helping out with an art project crisis that may or may not involve the girl Ulrich’s been pining after for a few weeks. AN: Part of my Spooky Snippets story dump. For more details please see this post.

He should have been expecting something wicked from his good buddy Odd Della Robbia.

The two had been thick as thieves after years together at a boarding school, where they started out as simply roommates and peers. Odd was an exuberant, charismatic type that oozed confidence and could work up a snappy comeback to any put-downs quick as a whip. He was known for his art and his music, which certainly helped with his pastime of being a heartbreaker as far too many had a soft spot for the artistic types, but also left a list a mile long of pranks that no student had yet been able to beat. Peering behind the curtain revealed him to be a terror as a roommates though; he was inconsiderate, nosy, messy and a pest. Ulrich was basically the opposite of Odd, what with his stand-offish nature and short fuse, which left the brunette grasping at what to do. Ulrich never seemed very interested in his peers – despite how terribly he would like to have some friends – and his situation with his teammates for soccer and his martial arts club seemed more professional, despite their age. The two were the antithesis of one another.

Part of being roommates, however, was getting adjusted and at least becoming civil with one another.

It started out with them working things out in a system of favor-swaps. In exchange for him staying hushed up about Odd’s dog - smuggled in against the school’s strict policies - he’d let Ulrich call in a favor at a later point. Ulrich had cashed that one in for Odd’s help getting Sissi Delmas, the principal’s daughter and Ulrich’s most adamant of suitors, to get off his back for a date. The trend continued that way through the first full term of the year and then things escalated right before winter break began. Ulrich had a particularly rough argument with his father and Odd had sat there and listened quietly while he spilled his guts about all the dirty details. Ulrich’s father was always hard on him, barking about how poor his grades were and how his athletic accomplishments were his only saving grace, and comparing him to his older sister, honor student socialite that she was. He expected Odd to laugh at his plight or tell he should just listen to his dad, but instead Odd simply empathized with him. “Well, my parents are kinda the opposite of that, so I can’t relate… But that’s gotta be real tough on you,” He had said with what was a hopefully helpful smile.

No one had ever told him that his feelings of frustration and anxiety were valid like that. He lessened up a bit on constantly barking at Odd for not cleaning up after himself – there were still issues with that, but he made an honest effort to not let it get to him as much as before – and he let Odd tag along with him around campus. It was strange, as Ulrich had never been sure what he expected making a friend to be like, but he was grateful that it seemed to be a gradual, comfortable process. It was through Odd he made a few other close friends that he could rely on in his more difficult times.

Odd was still his best friend, despite them both being college freshman and no longer being roommates, and he was glad. They tried to get together at least once a week at one another’s place for video games and pizza, so they could catch up and just hang out. It was during one such hang out session that Odd had asked, with a grin that screamed he knew more than he was letting on, “So, any girls catching your eye, now that we’re out of the pond and milling about a stream?”

He had choked on his soda, sputtering and looking at his blonde friend like he was daft. While his group of friends had grown a bit and he’d become a bit less grumpy, his stance and interest in dating had never wavered in his middle school and high school years. It wasn’t that he was picky or thought he was better than any of the girls that asked him out, but rather that he just never really felt any particular attraction there. The girls were all physically attractive, but they never had many common interests as him and his few relationships never lasted more than a week or two before things got boring and they would mutually agree to a break-up. It wasn’t like he expected his first girlfriend to be his one and only true love but he had at least wanted something that would be more durable than a seven-to-fourteen day shelf life. After his last relationship – his Sophomore year, with a genuinely sweet Junior that lasted just shy of two weeks – he simply stopped going out with anyone when they asked him.

There was a girl he was interested in now, though, despite their limited conversations and interaction. It was a whole new sensation that felt strange because he didn’t know much about her, but knew just enough to know she was way out of his league. He knew that if he asked her out she’d just turn him away so he stayed quiet. He could continue on with their strange little dance, assuring that he at least got to keep whatever it was they currently had until he could be completely content with it and then move on to maybe find someone he had a shot with. He admitted the whole sad situation to Odd with a defeated sigh, trying not to let the reality of if get him too dragged down.

Odd had smiled at him before clapping him on his shoulder. “Hey, you never know, buddy! Maybe fate will intervene and give you two a chance to really connect!” He beamed. Thankfully, he had dropped the conversation after sharing his nugget of optimism and let them fall back into their usual chatter about this or that. It had rubbed Ulrich as a little off, because normally Odd would take information like that and make it his goal to do fate a solid, but he figured that maybe college had mellowed him out a bit; made him realize that he didn’t need to go sticking his nose into everything, perhaps.

About a week later, Odd had asked if he could come in and serve as the model for his art class. He claimed that normally the professor handled getting the models they sketched in class, but that the person originally planned for the day had a family emergency that required them to go out of town for at least two weeks. If someone in the class could find a replacement, the lesson would commence as usual. And if not, then they’d simply take their terminology quiz a week early. And Ulrich agreed, smiling shyly at the huge grin and flurry of compliments Odd showered him with in return.

He follows Odd across campus that Wednesday evening, his friend toting an easel and his impractically large bag of art supplies, Ulrich’s own book bag slung over his shoulder, and listening to his friend’s excited chatter over having him sit in for the class. Wednesday’s were Ulrich’s long days, as he worked from six to noon in the campus café and had three classes between one and six respectively; each one running at about an hour and a half with a ten minute break between them for him to rush to the new classroom and grab a snack. “I think you’re gonna enjoy this, Ulrich! So long as you don’t mind sitting still for about two hours, that is,” Odd says, his grin so strong it could power a lighthouse for a full week.

“So long as you hold true to your promise of food afterwards, I’ll be fine. Energy drinks and granola bars aren’t exactly what I’d call a real meal,” He comments, opening the door and letting Odd walk in first. Most of the students have already arrived and are setting up their supplies, easels set up in a large, wide semi-circle around a slightly raised platform with a table on top pushed in front of the teacher’s podium. Odd scans the room before chuckling in excitement while Ulrich looks toward the front, where the instructor is chatting amicably with another student.

“Ah, perfect! My usual spot is open!” He hums before whistling and waving at someone on the other side of the room. Ulrich follows his gaze and feels himself become a flustered deer-in-headlights, recognizing the girl waving back at Odd immediately. Her name is Yumi Ishiyama and she just so happens to be the girl he has been unable to get out of his mind for the last couple of weeks. She was one of the few members of the Pencak Silat club at the campus and he’d met her through that. They’d talked a few times but mostly they trained together, being the most skilled in the group and being around the same level in skill and technique. She always pins him, though, despite her only coming up to his shoulders. She’s got more muscle than most young women in their age bracket, though, and she’s honed her skills well over the years she’s been practicing the form. Her dedicate and passion for the practice was admirable; especially when she admitted her parents had always thought it was weird and tried to coax her into a different hobby. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that her constantly wiping the floor with him was part of the reason he liked her.

In hindsight, Ulrich should have acknowledged that calculating, mischievous glint in Odd’s eye when he had asked him to do this favor.

Yumi spots him a second after she starts waving and their eyes lock, her own face taking on a similar frantic look. Her hand is frozen mid-wave and the smile falls away completely. Odd grins and leans back, elbowing Ulrich lightly in the side. “Oh, did I forget to mention? She’s my art class pal!” He muses happily, keeping his voice surprisingly quiet.

Ulrich is suddenly thrust back into his proper mind and he wheels his gaze to glare down at Odd, his hands starting to come up. To do what, exactly, he isn’t sure. Maybe strangle the blonde weasel until he pops? That seems like a fair and likely option. “What the Hell were you thinking? Why didn’t you tell me she was in this class with you?” He sputters out through gritted teeth.

Odd holds up one hand at him. “Because you’re a big pansy that wouldn’t have said yes if I told you she was here. So instead I just decided to set you up with a great opportunity! You can talk to her after class!” He beams at him. Ulrich glares at him before shifting back to rest on his heels, planning to dart back out of the room and leave Odd with egg on his face. He’ll have to make up an excuse for later when – or, rather, if – Yumi asks him about his quick retreat at their next Pencak Silat session but he figures he can get that settled out later. Or he could always just stop going to those sessions all together to never have to deal with the embarrassment of having to try and sputter out a lie. Then again, he seems to have underestimated who he’s dealing with, as Odd then turns and eagerly calls, “Excuse me, Professor Salva! Our model for this evening is here!”

The professor – a middle-aged woman in a tie-dye moo-moo with her hair tied back in a frizzy bun – perks up and smiles warmly at Odd. “Ah, wonderful! Please, come over here, darling,” She says, gesturing Ulrich over with one hand. He glares back at Odd, who instead scampers off to his spot, holding his easel behind him like a wooden tortoise shell. Clever, Ulrich has to admit, since he probably would have taken the chance to give the other a less-than-chummy punch to the shoulder if he was exposed.

He heads over and goes through a brief introduction with Professor Salva before she has him set his bag down on the top of her desk and remove his jacket and shirt. Turns out they were working on figure and anatomy, specifically focusing on the body from the waist up. Despite being mortified at sitting in front of a class of his fellow college students shirtless, he figures it’s better than being tricked into being their nude model. She does a quick glance at her attendance sheet and then the classroom before smiling and nodding to herself once he’s finished folding his jacket and shirt up next to his backpack. She leads Ulrich by a gentle hand on his back around her desk and to the center of the class before clapping to get the students attention. He can see Yumi and Odd talking quietly as they set their supplies up but they pause to turn their attention to their instructor with the rest of their peers. “Class, allow me to introduce Ulrich Stern, our model for this evening,” She hums happily.

Polite applause follows her words but cuts to small snickers when Odd – because of course he would, the little shit – wolf-whistles at him. He gets the feeling that Odd is doing it to try and help make Ulrich feel less awkward about his situation, but his friend also knows how he typically responds to embarrassing predicaments, so he might just be playing himself a fun little game of Poke-the-Sleeping-Bear.

Needless to say, he’s cruising for a severe mauling.

She talks about a few other small announcements briefly before having him settle on the small center area, guiding him to sit while leaning back on his hands slightly, making sure he feels he’ll be comfortable for the entirety that he needs to be still. She readjusts him a bit, tilting his head up and to the side a bit so he’s staring at a painting that looks like someone threw pastel paints and glitter in a blender then poured it on a canvas. She explains something about muscle definition to the class but he tunes out and watches Odd and Yumi from his peripheral, his head angled so that he can still see them decently well without moving. They’ve started quietly talking again, too soft to be heard and discreet enough to not be a distraction to their peers. He’s pretty sure that in the whole time since he had looked away from her earlier Yumi hasn’t looked at him once; whether that’s good or bad, he can’t be certain. Odd rolls his eyes at something Yumi says and retorts with something quickly, flapping his hands this way and that as he’s prone to do when he talks.

He keeps his eyes on them most of the time, watching them talk and debating how he’ll handle the situation once everything is said and done. He figures the first step will be to get out without having to face Yumi. There’s no way he can keep it together after being sat in front of her, shirtless, for two hours, while she drew him. He’s barely keeping it together knowing the other students are as well, but the fact that she’s a part of it makes it somehow worse. Next he figures will be to get some form of payback on Odd. He could always tell Odd’s latest squeeze about the time he had drunkenly pissed in a bush that turned out to be poison ivy.

Or he could always start by racking up a huge bill when they get food after class, too.

He gets so lost in his musings that it takes Professor Salva lightly tapping his shoulder to snap him to attention when class ends. While the students start putting away their supplies he hurriedly yanks his shirt back on, tosses his bag over his shoulder, and makes a beeline for the door. He clutches his jacket in his hand, opting against spending time putting his jacket back on when he could spend that time making a speedy getaway.

He opens the door and is met by Patricia “Cia” Delorme, the latest notch in Odd’s bedpost. She comes from an old money family line and has the reserved, cold persona associated with a lot of rich kids. He still doesn’t understand how Odd managed to pique her interest but as he stares at her it dawns on him he really should have seen this set-up coming. Patricia had looks that most girls would have killed for – olive skin and thick brown curls and cloudy grey-blue eyes and an Honest-to-goodness beauty mark at the corner of her left eye for crying out loud – and almost always looked like she was posing already. Pair that with Odd’s tendency to brag when he hooked a catch that was considered impossible for him and it made more sense for her to be his classes’ subject than Ulrich. Odd would have loved showing her off to his peers.

She blinks a few times in surprise at him before letting out a vague sound of amusement, the corner of her lips twitching up like she wants to smile. “Ah, so he actually went through with it, did he? I have to admit, I’m a bit impressed,” She says evenly, though there is a note of mirth to her tone.

Ulrich glares. “You knew what he was planning? Why didn’t you say anything?” He hisses at her lowly.

She shrugs. “To be honest I thought he’d chicken out. Or that you’d see through him. Seems I gave him too little credit and you too much, though,” Her tone is matter-of-fact, eerily similar to the tone his mother uses when he tries to defend himself against his father’s berating, and it makes him flinch. She notices the gesture but her expression remains the same. “Regardless of that, I hope you had fun sitting in for Odd’s turn on rotation.”

“Rotation?” He asks.

“Yeah, that’s how the class works. Each student takes a turn bringing in a subject to model for the class. This week it was Odd’s turn. He told you that much, didn’t he?” Oh, that’s how his good buddy wants to play it.

He’s about to respond when Odd shoves his way past Ulrich into the hallway, throwing one arm over Patricia’s shoulders and tugging her away a bit. “Cia, baby! Did you really come here just to see me? You’re such a sweetheart!” He coos affectionately.

Patricia quirks an eyebrow at Odd. “You told me to meet you here after class to get dinner and a movie,” She says flatly.

Odd simply laughs and starts hurriedly leading her toward the nearby double doors. “Right, right! I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached!”

Ulrich growls and prepares to go after the two and call his friend out on his bull when he hears a quiet, “Excuse me,” from the doorway.

He stumbles away from the door and turns, blinking in surprise to see Yumi standing there, one hand up in a meek wave. He stares for a moment before clearing his throat and uttering a small, “Uh… S-Sorry.”

“For what?” She asks with a half-laugh.

“Standing in the doorway. You probably want to get home,” He says hurriedly, his gaze falling to his jacket in his hands. He never noticed what a nice shade of olive green it was before.

“Oh,” She says, “well, yeah, I guess class is over, huh? But I don’t actually have anywhere to be; don’t have very many friends and my brother already has plans tonight.”

“Hiroki, right?” He asks, recalling her mentioning her younger brother a few times before. They didn’t talk very much about their personal lives in their Pencak Silat sessions, but they had shared a few small stories. She told him about the time Hiroki once stole her diary and gave it to his crush on the school newspaper to try and get brownie points for getting her a juicy story. Ulrich had in turn told her about the time he hid a live frog in his sister’s ballet bag before she left for a recital.

He glances up and sees an impressed grin on her lips. “Huh, I didn’t think you’d remember something like that,” She says lightly. She then shifts, readjusting her supply bag in her shoulder. Hers is much smaller and simpler than Odd’s but it’s the same one she uses for their sparing sessions; a black drawstring bag with a few worn out patches stitched to the bottom.

“I remember a lot of things,” He says, his tone toeing the line between being casual and defensive despite himself. His gaze quickly turns to the ground – counting the scuff marks and splashes of mud on her combat boots – and he hears her chuckle slightly.

“Good to know. Anyway, have you eaten yet?” She asks. He looks up at her slowly and she readjusts her bag again, nodding her head toward the exit. He takes the implication and starts walking with her toward the doors.

“Nah. Originally Odd was going to buy me dinner, but clearly he bailed out. Probably knew I was going to be less than pleased about the whole situation,”

“Hm. He did run off pretty quick. Then again, he said he and his girlfriend had a small fight last night so that might have been part of it,” Yumi comments evenly. Ulrich says nothing about her explanation, despite knowing it was a lie. He and Odd had hung out for a few hours the night before and the other had been gushing about how good things were going between them. And pairing that up with Patricia actually coming to meet up with Odd like he had asked her to seemed to lead credence to his theory of his friend lying to Yumi.

“He tends to do that a lot. Guess I’m on my own for food then,” He shrugs. He glances at her from the corner of his eye to see she’s watching him. He forces himself not to blush from her attention. “Unless… I mean… Did you want to go get something to eat?”

She smiles up at him. “Sure, I’d like that,”

#Code Lyoko #Ulumi #yumi ishiyama #ulrich stern #my fics #spooky snippets

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Season 6, Episode 18 - “Young Adult”

When Jess worries that she may not be a cool enough principal, she recruits Nick and The Pepperwood Chronicles to help make her popular with the students; Schmidt hires a new assistant; Winston discovers Furguson may be two-timing him.

It was such a heartwarming sight to see all of the roomfriends in the opening scene. Their dynamic reminded me of why I fell in love with this show. They’re all just a bunch of goofballs. This time Jess and Schmidt start off the antics by arguing over who deserved the last cup of coffee. It’s unclear what time it is. Seriously, when does anything happen in this show?

Jess needs the coffee to energize her while she makes muffins for her “Lunch With Your Princi-PAL” campaign. Schmidt needs it because he’s now the Director of Marketing at Ass. Strat. and is going to hire an assistant. Though he does vow that he won’t be a screamer. “It’s not constructive, it’s rude.” Despite literally just vowing not be a screamer, he screams at Nick for encroaching on the coffee, threatening him that he’ll pour his blood on the ground and knife him. Nick retreats, explaining that he needs something for his whiskey to swim in while he writes all day. Cece argues that she needs it because she has a full day of packing. Winston enters to break up the fight, “Enough! You guys are tearing each other apart. For what? Coffee? Come on, man, you already got that energy inside of you. And that is the light of the Lord. Man, this? This ain’t nothing but the devil’s water… Nah, I’m not playing.” Then he snatches the coffee and walks away to the threat of Schmidt knifing him at the urinal.

Some time later, Jess is smiling over her basket of freshly baked muffins. Nick interrupts her moment of calm by throwing magnetic words at the fridge in an attempt to alleviate his writer’s block. He’s already folded all his shirts and masturbated six times, he’s running out of things to do. But he can’t leave his audience of stevedores, tugboat workers, and lighthouse keepers without a sequel to Pepperwood. It’s clear that he thinks his 30+ audience is made entirely up of blue-collar nautical workers on the coastline of Maine despite having sold a young girl in LA a copy for a dollar. Jess starts to give him advice, but has to rush off to work.

Cece and Winston are out in the hallway gathering moving supplies, and trying not to cry at the thought of no more mess arounds, when Furguson the Cat moseys over. As Winston chastises the little guy for not taking his cell phone with him, a strangely dressed woman named Gil appears. She thanks him for finding her cat, Sweatshirt. Winston puts it together that Furguson has two families—the dirty dog—and is shocked by his uncouth behavior.

That morning at Associated Strategies, Schmidt is ankle deep in interviews for his new assistant. We see him turn down a candidate for wearing a clip-on tie before calling in a seemingly perfect candidate named Jeremy. The young man immediately passes Schmidt’s bizarre Brett Favre scenario in which Schmidt is inexplicably dead. Schmidt relates to Jeremy’s genius in marketing and lack of sports knowledge—Favre was drunk playing football and would never knowingly wear a tuxedo, drive a tractor into a swimming pool or eat a salad, nor leave his Bronco Blue Jeans behind—and hires him on the spot.

Jess makes it to school and attempts to hand out muffins. Three girl in particular turn her down, but when they walk away, Jess overhears them discussing The Pepperwood Chronicles. On what I assume is her lunch break, she is back at the loft and begs Nick to come talk to the girls so she can bond with them. Nick claims his doesn’t have time to. He’s only on page two and page one is just a dedication to Winston. Jess just wants to connect with her students the way she did as vice-principal. “It’s like I’m living in my own damn adorable shadow,” she laments. Nick argues that her students won’t understand his book since it’s just a, “New Orleans story about a guy fighting with the alligator within.” Jess pleas with Nick one last time to come to the school and he immediately caves, he’ll do it for her.

Meanwhile Cece and Winston try to prove to Gil that Furguson is happy with him and his organic kitty litter, miniature piano, tiny, tiny treadmill, and couple’s yoga area. Gil is not impressed with his food and disses Winston’s care. Cece defends Winston and they try not to cry. They are so close, this is the scene I wanted from the last breakdown. Winston also says that he found Furguson first, but didn’t he steal him from London Tipton Daisy? He decides that they will do a Catcall, and Furguson can decide where he wants to live.

Jess gathers the three girls in the library to meet Nick. He enters the meeting with his guard up, he doesn’t think these girls understand his book. He says it’s more than romance—it’s about life, race, the sexualization of the American handgun, and Pepperwood’s ambiguous relationship with justice. But the girls quickly impress him by how they picked up on the gay dog character and starts a discussion about the scene in the fish morgue.

We have a quick check-up on what is going on at Associated Strategies. Jeremy is already hard at work anticipating Schmidt’s every need. It’s clear that his work ethic is starting to freak Schmidt out and we’re not entirely convinced he’s not a robot.

Back in the library, Nick is deep into discussion with the girls. He thinks that The Pepperwood Chronicles could be a whole series to which Jess says, “Well, I mean, it’s called The Pepperwood Chronicles, so I assumed there’d be more than one.” Nick wraps up their talk and goes to leave, telling Jess he’ll see her at home. The girls are shocked to find out that Nick and Jess are roommates and even more shocked to learn that they had dated. Nick breezes past admitting they were in love a little too fast, but I appreciate the Ness callback regardless. He leaves the girls to fawn over Jess, now dubbed “PJ” for Principal Jess. Jess is excited that they like her now, but is distressed over the sudden lack of respect and loss of control.

The next morning, Jess finds the coffee empty again. Nick had taken it to prepare because he wants to go to the school again, “I can’t wait to pitch those girls my Pepperwood prequel. It opens with a very graphic description of his birth. It’s like a dark Look Who’s Talking.” Jess tells him that he can’t because she has lost all authority. Nick thinks that because they love her, Jess has what she wanted. But Jess wanted more of a balance, she needs to put the genie back in the bottle. Schmidt interrupts the two in disgust that there is no more coffee left. But he receives a text from Jeremy that he left an iced coffee in the fridge, alarming Jess that he was there while they were sleeping.

The situation continues to escalate at Associated Strategies. Schmidt is bored since Jeremy took care off all of his work and even calls Cece to ask to be part of her mess-down with Winston. “Sir, I believe it’s called a “mess-around.”” Jeremy corrects from the doorway. Schmidt yells at him for always anticipating his every need and he can’t breathe. He advises that Jeremy go meet a girl, or a man, he can’t tell. Jeremy is very hard to read sexually.

Meanwhile, Cece and Winston look like a cute couple from the 50s as they call Furguson to come to them, not Gil. Gil moves closer in an attempt to coax Furguson to come to her, prompting Cece and Winston to come closer too. This action causes Gil to smell the crab leg Cece hid in her pocket. Winston is disappointed that Cece cheated, but Cece explains that she did it because she didn’t want Furguson to leave him too. They share a sweet hug because, “Caring is the real mess-around.” During their hug, Ferguson walks over to apartment 4D, effectively choosing Winston. Gil trots away in defeat, cat tail and all.

Back at the school, Nick is talking to a larger group of students about his book when Jess catches them. She calls them to her office, including old Nicky Miller. Jess starts by chastising Nick for having unsupervised meetings with students, wearing home slippers on school grounds, and parking in Janitor Margie’s parking spot. Then she chastises the girls for skipping the assembly for Pepperwood and they sass her. One of them calls her a bitch, leaving everyone at home completely shook. Jess breaks and yells at them, giving them the punishment they deserve for disrespecting her.

Schmidt finally calms down enough at work to apologize to Jeremy. He explains that he sees him as a younger version of himself. Jeremy takes this information and uses it to inspire Schmidt to take advantage of his new assistant and work his way to the top. Schmidt is so excited to get to work, that he’s already worked up an appetite. Thankfully Jeremy already has a bag of food ready.

On a bench outside of the school, the girls approach Jess to apologize for disrespecting her. Jess catches on that Nick put them up to it due to their incorrect usage of the word, “upmost.” She later finds Nick hard at work on his book to thank him for putting the girls up to it. She explains that she knew it was him because he’s the only person she knows that says “upmost.” It’s utmost. Nick agrees to disagree, but the good news is that his writer’s block is gone, thanks to Jess. Then he tells her that she always comes through for him to the upmost, and I swoon right out of my seat. They continue their witty banter, leaving Nick to shout, “What’s an “ut”?” as Jess leaves.  

The episode concludes in the living room with all of the roomfriends, like the beginning, and it warms my heart once again. Winston claims that Furguson is miserable to which Jess asks, “So you’re saying that this is a different emotion than what we’ve seen for the past three years?” “A father knows.” Is Winston’s simple answer. He knows that Furguson misses Gil and sends him down the hallway with note attached to his collar reading, “Let’s split cat-sody.” Cece assures Winston that Furguson will be back. Suddenly, Jeremy appears holding Furguson—to Winston’s glee—and introduces himself to the confused bunch. He even brought their individual coffee orders that he drew their caricatures on to identify who’s is who’s. They are shockingly accurate despite having never met them. My bet is that he got their pictures from Schmidt’s screensaver slideshow. Or when he was in their apartment the night before.

Originally Aired 2/28/2017

#New Girl #Season 6 Episode 18 #Young Adult #Recap #Breakdown #Spoilers #Zooey Deschanel #Jake Johnson #Hannah Simone #Max Greenfield #Lamorne Morris #Furguson #Episodes #simplyadorkable

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Nick Kyrgios Stimulates Fierceness By Sledging Stan Wawrinka Over His Sweetheart.

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