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seratopia · 5 months

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miguel o'hara x reader (fluff) - nerdy college miguelito → she/her pronouns!

inspired by this image of him! glasses = smart

He's the sexiest mf with glasses because i said so

So intelligent! As per usual, I see him in an engineering or biochem major. Maybe statistics, or computer science minor. He's a bit of a nerd, the type that is just naturally brilliant; always asking creative questions in class. Babbles to you about his topics as a form of studying/affection; get good grades and keep his partner company.

He seems like the type that can easily learn and reteach information to you. He's a rare case where study dates actually work; you guys get so much work done.

Does that thing where he scrunches his nose to adjust his glasses. "Miguel, you're gonna get wrinkles if you do that." You remark, finishing the last of your Humanities discussion post. "So you do care for me?" Miguel smirks, tapping his pen against the table. "Just saying, you'll look 40 by the time you reach 30."

His Google Calendar is a crowded mess; at least four tasks per day, constant due dates to keep up with, he tries to save time for weekends.

Let's talk fashion! The sweatshirt he has on in the drawing has me on my knees. I'd love him in sweatshirts, straight leg jeans, big black puffer jacket, THOSE HALF-ZIP SWEATSHIRTS SO YOU CAN SEE A LITTLE BIT OF COLLARBONE, compression shirts on lucky days, possibly cargo pants??? Sometimes you guys match fits! If you dress up, he'll understand the assignment.

Carries around a black backpack, just with a laptop and an extra notebook. Hydrates with a HUGE water bottle. Keeps hairties, lip balm, and pain meds around in case you need them. (You do, often.)

College Miggy doesn't seem like the type to participate in Greek Life; he's there to get his education, start a step ahead in his career. Plus, he's too tired to go partying anyway.

It'd be super cute if y'all lived together; a dorm-to-apartment kind of thing. After your relationship's been serious for a while, you move in, sharing a room with Miguel just so you guys can split costs.

Miguel takes early morning classes, I can tell. Greets you on most days with a palm to your stomach, little kisses from behind. He latches onto you for warmth on chillier days, groaning and whining about not wanting to get up in the morning. "Mig, just go to class-" "Mmph, no." Miguel groans, ghosting his lips to the shell of your ear. He shuffles around in the bed, smothering and stealing your body of warmth. "M'cold!" You whine, Miguel's hands sneaking up your shirt.

YOU ARE the passenger princess in this AU, m'kay? (I can't drive-) Miguel, if he is available, will drive you anywhere! Class, mall, farmers market, coffee shop, etc. Ends up just tagging along with you most of the time. You think he's sexy when he's driving (because he is), slots his hand to your upper thigh like it's his birthright.

Most of the time, y'all are in your own little world; no participation in drama, celebrating each other's successes with a trip to a restaurant. Nothing else really matters when you're got both grades and each other to worry about.

Within the rare occasion that you guys share a class, y'all are on the same page. Working together, filling each other in on missing gaps, quizzing each other on tests; its great. Of course, you receive a high A. I feel like he'd be the type to randomly quiz or test you on something in the class. "Prophase vs. Anaphase? You playfully roll your eyes, continuing to stir your coffee.

Where do y'all think he'd work? I'd say paid internship or somewhere tech-y ykwim? He wouldn't really work at a cafe or campus store.

Oh my gosh what if he was rich!!!!! What if he spoils you with good food and well-thought out date nights? Elevating your relationship as a couple <333 WHAT IF HE PAYS YOUR TUITION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh best man best man

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jimblejamblewritings · 4 months

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Our Violent Delights Will Not Have Violent Ends: The Twilight Saga Rewrite (Book 1, Twilight) | Part 2.

Summary: Y/N Swan is just like every other girl and she likes it that way. Normal is fantastic. Normal creates a functioning member of society. Normal is the reason she moved to a small town to live with her police officer father... only to find out that she gets the farthest thing from what she wanted. This is a re-write of Twilight.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Warnings for the Chapter: none

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 3.4k

The entirety of the lunch period, you couldn’t find the stomach to eat much. Your bowl of tomato soup only had a few spoonfuls taken out of it. But all the saltine crackers were gone. You had gone over and over in your head what you would say to Edward. Now that he was here, you couldn’t remember anything. You had never been in a real confrontation anymore. You took a glance at his table again.

He looked different than before. Not terribly different, but enough that you noticed. His skin looked less pale and less stretched over his skeleton. The dark circles underneath his eyes aren’t there anymore either. Now, you could see why people said he looked perfect.

The bell rang and you silently cursed. You couldn’t have been given more time? Reluctantly, you went with Eric and Mike to your biology class. Eric and you looked over when Mike started frantically digging in his backpack.

“Ah, shit. Hey, tell Mr. Donoghue that I left my textbook in my car and I’m going to get it.”

“Okay.”

Mike ran as fast as possible while the two of you continued going to class. Eric sighed before turning to face you as you stood right in front of the doorway to bio class.

“Hey, so, about prom, I’m the one in charge of communicating with the dj. I’ve lived my whole life here so I know my music choice sucks so I’m gonna need your playlist.”

“Okay, when?” you asked as you pulled out yout phone to jot down that note.

“As long as it’s before the month ends, that’s cool. And then dates… I was wondering do you think Ang—”

“How you liking the rain, Arizona?” Mike shook out his baseball cap that got soaked in the rain from the run to his car.

“Guys! Class is about to start. Please take your seats,” Mr. Donoghue cut off whatever Eric was trying to say. If it was important, he’d get back to you later.

Unfortunately, his lab partner and your lab partner were back so you had to sit with Edward Cullen. There was a slight smile on his face as you walked towards your lab bench. Before you got a chance to say the prepared speech, he spoke.

“Hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself the other day. I’m Edward Cullen.” His voice was smooth like coffee and somewhat low in its sound. “You’re Y/F/N Swan, right?”

“Y/N.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, turning your head to listen to Mr. Donoghue’s lesson. He must have been in cahoots with the universe because his assignment was partner work. The prize? A golden onion that has no value until he comes up with what it stands for. At least only one person could look through the microscope at a time. Edward pushed the device towards you.

“Ladies, first.”

“Why were you gone?” You looked in the microscope. “And it better be a good answer too… It’s prophase.”

“Mind if I check?...Yeah, I was out of town for a couple days. It’s prophase.”

“Like I said and the empty chair next to me told me that much.”

“Personal reasons.”

“Do personal reasons involve rude interactions?”

“Uh, no. I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t the best day for me before you showed up to class.”

“Apology accepted, I guess.”

“So are you enjoying the rain?... What?”

You tried to stop laughing. “You’re asking me about the weather?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Well, no, not really. I’m not really a fan of any cold or wet place.”

Edward chuckled as he checked another slide.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s anaphase.”

“Mind if I check… Anaphase.”

“Like I said,” he joked. “If you don’t like the rain then why did you move to the wettest place in the continental United States?”

“Baseball.”

“Baseball? It’s also anaphase. Do you want to check it?”

“No, I believe you.”

Edward listened intently as you retold your story to yet another person about why you were in Forks, asking questions when necessary. You guys continued to do your work and talk. He carried the golden onion prize as he escorted you to your locker.

“Why didn’t you move with your mother and Phil?”

“Moving once means moving again. Phil could get a second contract next year and we’d be in California or Maine or some stupid place like Delaware.”

“But now you’re unhappy staying here?”

“It’s complicated.”

Edward paused. “I’m sorry, I’m asking too much. I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re very difficult for me to read.”

“Well, asking questions like a normal human bei— hey, did you get contacts?”

“No.”

“I swear your eyes were black last time I saw you, now it’s like a golden brown color.”

“Uh, no. It’s the fluorescents.”

He walked away before you could say anything else. You didn’t see Edward until school ended and you went to your truck. He and his siblings seemed to be looking directly at you but you thought you were just being paranoid. You turned back around to dig through your bag for your keys. The screeching of tires caught your attention but it was too late. Tyler’s van was barrelling towards you and your feet couldn’t seem to move.

Now was not the time to find out that your flight or fight response was the dreaded third option of freeze. You could see Edward, four cars away, staring at you in horror. His mouth dropped open. The same as all the other faces that were about to witness your death. Almost everything moved in slow motion.

The hunk of blue metal slid towards you, you felt something grab your waist, you were pulled down to the ground, and a pale hand was on the van that wasn’t hitting you. You stared at the dent in the metal caused by the hand before turning your head to make eye contact with Edward.

He stared at you for a moment before letting go of you and running away. You were suddenly surrounded by people asking if you were alright. None of them seemed to have noticed Edward wasn’t there. The next thing you knew, you blacked out.

The lights of the hospital were blinding when you finally came to your senses. The door opened with a vengeance and in strolled your very anxious father. He wouldn’t calm down no matter how much you tried to speak with him, threatening Tyler’s license and everything. It’s not like it was his fault his tires skidded on ice. You mouthed an apology before shutting the small curtain that divided the two hospital beds.

“Dad, Dad I’m fine. Okay? I was lucky that Edward was there, no injuries.”

“Edward?” Charlie turns to Dr. Cullen. “Your boy?”

You cut in before the doctor could even get the chance to say anything. It seemed like he was going to lie.

“Yeah, he got to me so quickly.”

Dr. Cullen gave you a tight smile. “It sounds like you were very lucky. You just need to sign some paperwork, Charlie, and then you are good to go.”

After Charlie signed the paperwork, he went to warm up the car before we had to drive to the school to get my car and then drive home. You turned the corner to one of the vending machines when you stopped after seeing Carlisle, Edward, and Rosalie talking with each other. It didn’t seem like a friendly conversation either. They were definitely arguing. As if they could hear you just breather, the three of them turned towards you.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked.

Edward looked reluctantly as he made his way towards you. “What?”

“How did you get over to me so quickly?”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? I was standing right next to you.”

“No, you weren’t. Don’t try to lie through this either. You were across the parking lot. I know what I saw.”

“And what was that?”

“You stopped the van with your hand.”

Edward’s somewhat amused face turned cold. “Well no one is going to believe you anyway. Can’t you just thank me and we just drop it?”

“Thank you.”

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“Not at all,” I tell him, determined.

“Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.”

You went home that night with more questions than answers and the oddly sneaking suspicion that someone was watching you. You went to the bathroom and took your shower while thinking about how Edward stopped the van. So far, you had no concrete answers. You went to bed without any answers as well. Although you did wake up in the middle of night after having a strange dream about Edward.

You tried to not think about that as you went to school the next day. The buses were already up front when you parked, ready for the field trip that you were positive wasn’t going to be very fun. Edward and his siblings, Alice and Jasper, walked past you. Mike popped up in front of you.

“Hey, you’re alive, Arizona!”

“You need more than a van to take me down.”

The two of you laugh as you hi-fived.

“So I was wondering, are you going to prom?”

“Um, I don’t know yet. Charlie said I get two free no questions asked days if I go but me and dancing… it’s not pretty.”

“Well, do you know if Jess is going?”

“Mike!” you gasped. “Are you trying to ask Jessica out?”

“Lower your voice, please. Okay, I may have had a small crush on her since we were seven and I am choosing to ask out my very good friend to prom.”

“She’s going. I’m going dress shopping with her and Ang next weekend.”

“Okay. Okay, cool.” Mike walked off before coming right back. “Do you think she likes me?”

“Most definitely.”

“Sweet. Thanks, Y/N/N. You’re the best.”

He got on one of the buses while you got on the other. Tyler sat next to you, plugging your headphones into the jack on his phone. You nodded along to Blue October’s “Hate Me” as it played. The two of you didn’t talk at all but stared out the window like you were in a music video and listened to music until you reached your destination.

The greenhouse was… interesting. That was the nicest way you could put it. Maybe it would have been nicer if you all weren’t cramped in the small walkway between the plants. Mr. Molina and Mr. Donoghue were trying their hardest to get people to water the plants or give them soil.

“Now, I’m gonna make a steaming cup of compost tea.”

He handed it to Eric. You laughed as you heard a very panicked yell.

“No! Don’t drink it! It’s for the plants.”

“What’s a no questions asked day?” a deep voice behind you asked.

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Turning around, you saw the classic peacoat and never out of place hair of Edward Cullen. When had he even come up behind you?

“You know you’re not helping your case. How’d you even hear that?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Dude, you never answer any of mine. You don’t even say hi.”

“Hi.”

“Please try to act less like a human. Are you gonna tell me anything? Preferably about the other day.”

“Yeah. I had an adrenaline rush,” he said clinically. “It’s very common. You can Google it.”

You paused and looked at him. “You’re a terrible liar. And a no question day is when I tell Charlie I need to do something or go somewhere and he asks no questions. It’s a mutual trust betwe—”

You tripped but felt air and two cold hands grab you instead of feeling your face kiss pavement.

“Careful,” Edward said as he set you upright again.

“Thanks. So are you going to answer any of my other questions?”

“Um. Ma—”

“Y/N/N!” Jess stepped in between you two. “Guess who just asked me to prom?”

Edward took the opportunity to slip away.

“Who?” you feigned ignorance.

“Mike! I’ve been hoping since forever but like he actually asked me.”

You and Jess talked the entire way out of the greenhouse and onto the buses, forgetting about Edward and wanting to ask him more questions until it was too late. You weren’t going to think about him for the rest of the day. You had a father-daughter/mother-son date with Charlie, Jacob’s mom, and Jacob. Which meant going to a restaurant because both Charlie and Sarah worked long hours and weren’t going to cook. And Billy was doing his physical therapy for walking so there was no way anyone would force him to cook.

You went to pick up Jacob at his school while his mom picked up Charlie from the station. He was still inside when you reached the school. It felt stupid signing the visitors clipboard when the school day was already over but you did it anyway just in case. When you made it to a hangout area for students you spotted Jake with his friends.

You’d like to say they were your friends too but you never got very close with them over the summer. Embry usually went somewhere with his mom, Quil’s grandfather kept inside most of the time, and Seth had sports.

And their acquaintances you knew even less. Paul and Jared were always one grade level above you all and hung out with themselves. Sam didn’t seem to like any of you despite being only a couple years older than you and having even a smaller age gap with Paul. And Leah didn’t come around because either her loser younger brother was there or Sam was there which sucked because you wanted another girl around.

“Hey, Y/N,” Embry said as you turned the corner.

“Hi, guys. Jake, you ready?”

“Yeah. See you guys later.”

He nodded at his friends before getting up to stand next to you. Your fingers twitched as he intertwined them with his own. He rolled his eyes at the wolf whistles from his friends, laughing when you threw up a middle finger while the two of you walked away.

“So where are we going?” you asked.

“Who picked last summer?”

“Charlie.”

“Oh, nice, so it’s my turn.” Jacob looked something up on his phone. “Smuggler’s Bar and Grill, sound good? It’s in Port Angeles though.”

You shrugged. “Eh, I’ve already finished all my homework and Charlie doesn’t go back to work until the graveyard shift. Go ahead and text them our choice.”

Your truck pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards the highway. Jacob fiddled with the radio for at least one decent station while you drove the hour it took just to get to Port Angeles. Honestly, you didn’t mind the time. The drive, surrounded by trees, was comforting. Especially with your best friend.

If you and Jake weren’t singing to songs, you were gossiping about school. There was no need to catch up on anything else. Jake was one of the few people you texted nearly everyday despite being so far away most of the year — including the fact that he had a secret girlfriend for three years. Whenever he wanted to get her a present, he would text you what it was and would pretend he was sending it to you so Billy and Sarah wouldn’t get suspicious. It worked. They didn’t find out even after the two broke up.

You guys pulled into the restaurant and waited for your parents to show up. Like you predicted, Sarah already analyzed the entire menu and knew what she wanted to order. Jake held up his phone.

“They said they’re twenty minutes away and the food takes that long to prepare so order for them.”

“I’m surprised she got Charlie to pick something ahead of time.”

The two of you went in and got a table like they said. The host smiled a bit too sweetly as they called over a waiter. You and Jacob looked at each other and came to the same conclusion at the same time, silently gagging. There was no way they thought that you guys were on a date. Absolutely not. Was it because you were holding hands? The two of you pulled apart but the damage was already done.

The waiter sat you down at what you could tell was the restaurant’s nicest booth by the best window that would let you look out onto the water. He handed you the menus and left to give you alone time to think.

“Just gross, no offense,” you said.

Jacob shrugged. “None taken. I would never date you, you’re, like, my friend.”

“Same. Too weird… Do you think they’ll give us free dessert if we are though?”

“Do you want to play it up?”

“Absolutely.”

Jacob gave you a smile you had never seen before but assumed he must have given to his girlfriend. He laid his hand across the table for you to grab. You took it with no problem — Jake’s hands were always warm and still a bit soft since he wore gloves when he worked on cars and bikes. His thumb stroked the back of your hand and he set the menu down to look at you. Almost like magic, or like they’ve been secretly watching, the wait staff came over.

“Are you two ready to order?” he asked as he set down two glasses of water.

“Ladies first,” Jake let go of your hand, ready to scoop up your menu when you finished speaking.

“Um, does the shrimp scampi have a smell?” you asked in fake concern, hoping the waiter would catch on to teen angst of potential bad breath before a first kiss.

“Oh, no, I got you, honey.” He had a noticeable southern accent. “What do you want to drink?”

“Iced Tea, please. Oh, and a Caesar salad with ranch dressing.”

“Got it. And for the young sir?”

“I’ll take the Not Your Mother’s Mac and Cheese along with a lemonade. Oh, and our parents are chaperoning but they’re a little late. Can we get them one clam chowder and one Hawaiian chicken sandwich both with Ruby tonics? What is a ruby tonic?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you kids are too young to know what it is. Your food will be ready in a minute.”

He took the menus and walked away. You could hear him gossip to the rest of the staff about chaperones. Jacob grabbed your hand again, giving it a peck.

“You know he’s totally gonna bring you breath mints. Did you really ask if the shrimp would smell?”

“Hey, I had to sell it. What brand do you think it’ll be?”

Jake kissed your hand again. “Lifesavers. They scream not obvious for teenagers asking.”

“You say this from experience?”

“Ehh with Elle a couple of times.”

“Really? I can’t believe you had your first kiss and girlfriend and I couldn’t even get a date for homecoming. You’re still a virgin right?”

“Yes. I am still a loser virgin.”

“Hey, I’m a virgin.”

“Well then in that case virginity rocks.”

You and Jacob cheered and clinked glasses before laughing when you were unable to hold it anymore. He moved over to your side since the two of you would have to be sitting together anyway once Charlie and Sarah showed up. He took the opportunity to sling his arm around you while you snuggled up to him. The two of you could clearly hear awes.

“If we actually get free dessert,” Jacob whispered. “We need to do this more often.”

Your parents came in exactly when the food came out. They looked at the two of you weirdly as you awkwardly broke apart. You shook your head before Charlie could say anything. They went with it like you had asked. Your parents could do absolutely nothing but shake their heads and smile as the waiter brought out free cinnamon rolls in to-go boxes for not just you and Jacob but for the “chaperones” as well.

You guys left a generous tip, cleaned up the table, and left the restaurant. You and Jacob clinked the to-go boxes together.

“Here’s to fake boyfriends.”

“Here’s to fake girlfriends.”

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whats-in-a-sentence · 1 year

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During preprophase, the G2 microtubules are completely reorganized into a preprophase band of microtubules around the nucleus at the site of the future cell plate – the precursor of the cross-wall (see Figure 1.30). (...) During prophase, the nuclear envelope remains intact, but it breaks down as the cell enters metaphase in a process that involves reorganization and reassimilation of the nuclear envelope into the ER (see Figure 1.30). (...) Cytokinesis is the process that establishes the cell plate, a precursor of the cross-wall that will separate the two daughter cells (see Figure 1.30).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

#book quotes #plant physiology and development #nonfiction #textbook #plant cells #cell division #cell cycle #cytokinesis #cell plate #prophase #metaphase

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lowaltitude · 2 years

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Passive | Billy Hargrove

— Stranger Things

— Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

— x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫

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𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class.

𖥻 OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 2.4k words

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I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at clock just wanting the day to end. It felt like every second took 100 seconds.

After contemplating skipping this class today but deciding to come I was now regretting it. All I’d done was have to sit and look infront if me at Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagen being the most obnoxious couple ever.

“Tommy will be with Nick, Daisy with Richard, Carol with Fred—“ Mrs Green’s rambling about our class pairings was cut off when the bell finally sounded. Everyone rushing to get out of their seats and go home, or to wherever they had plans to be. “Oh. And Billy your partner will be Y/N”

Perfect. I inwardly groaned. Not only did I despise partnered work, but I was with the biggest douche in the school. Mr Popular, the ladies man himself. Billy Hargrove.

I looked at Billy, watching him light a cigarette between his teeth and walk out the door without a care in the world, and I felt like slamming my head against the desk.

“Mrs Green?” I sighed, approaching her desk “Can I work alone? Or at least with someone else”

“Pairs are final, you get a new partner next semester”

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her about the things I’d heard he’d done, the way he treated people. He was constantly angry! Perpetually unsatisfied! He was just an ass! He wasn’t even passive aggressive like most of the mean people here, he was just aggressive aggressive.

“Fuck” I muttered, earning a pointed glare from the woman. Tugging my bag over my shoulder and trudging into the halls.

As I made my way out to the bus stop I spotted Billy leaned against his car, a young girl skating up and climbing into the passenger seat. He waits a moment before climbing in and speeding away from the school zone.

Another reason I knew Billy was ‘the worst’? He lived a few houses away from me, and almost every night I was woken up by him coming home at some ungodly hour with his music playing at full volume and the engine of his muscle car revving.

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I kept my headphones on the next morning, resting my elbow on the table and holing my face up as I stared out the window and contemplated why my family had to decide to live here of all places.

People hollered as Billy walked in, giving him high fives and pats on the back. Presumably for his latest ‘conquest’. Mrs Green directing him away from the empty seat next to Tommy H and towards me in the back row. And, unfortunately, he obliged.

“Hey” He smirked, nodding his head at me and giving me a once over. Ignoring him, I kept my attention on the window hoping he would think I just hadn’t heard him.

“Alright!” Mrs Green said, and I reluctantly took off my headphones, ignoring Billy’s raised eyebrow. “First group to correctly identify all the cells under a microscope will not be receiving homework tonight. You and your partner must work together to complete the list.”

Rolling my eyes, I grab one of the samples in front of me and put it under the microscope.

“Hey” Billy repeats suddenly.

“Hello” I keep my eyes on the work in front of me. Billy doesn’t seem pleased that I wasn’t staring at him in awe, he scoffs and moves closer to the table in his chair. Grabbing the microscope, he looks at the sample and furrows his eyebrows.

“What the fuck is that?”

After he moves away I pull it back to me, looking at it for a few seconds and grabbing my pen. “It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” He looks at me, confusion evident on his face “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”

“What are you listening to?” He tries to reach past me to grab my cassette player but I put a hand up to stop him, switching out the sample and looking in the microscope again.

“Fourth phase” I mumble, looking at my paper and keeping my other hand up as I write “Anaphase”

Billy doesn’t move, he just stares at me with one arm reached out, my hand blocking it, and his mouth ajar before slowly pulling his arm back.

“Metaphase” I smile, looking at the last sample, I raise my hand, Mrs Green walking over to Billy and I as I slide my open notebook to him.

“Yes?” She asks cautiously

“We’re done” I turn to Billy, gesturing with my head towards the notes.

“Uh” He looks down at it “1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”

Mrs Green smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of samples “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”

I exhale out my nose sharply, taking my book from Billy and putting my headphones back on as I look out the window again. But just as I press play on my tape, Billy leans over and pushes stop.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Does he know who he is? Despite what he might think he’s not some celebrity, he’s not Rob Lowe or John Stamos, he’s some boy that moved to a middle of nowhere town from California and thinks he can take over because women think he’s attractive.

“Yup.” I nod, putting my finger on play again “I just don’t care”

Thankfully the bell rang and I managed to rush out into the hall before meeting his infamous ‘wrath’. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I also didn’t really handle being yelled at very well.

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“You don’t care?” Billy’s voice in my ear makes me practically jump out of my skin. I hadn’t seen him all day and he decided to startle me as I walked out of the school.

“Oh my god” I put one hand to my chest “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.”

“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” Spinning on my heels, I turn away from him and start towards the bus.

I hear Billy groan as he jogs to catch up with me, his hands buried in his jean pockets. “Yeah, sure. I believe you” His voice is drenched with sarcasm. “I’m in a charitable mood, i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.”

“That’s disgusting” Ew. I shuddered at the thought.

I pick up speed, Billy stopping as he seems to realise i’m not joking. He stands there until i’ve taken my seat on the bus and I see him quirk his head to the side slightly before turning to walk to his car as I pull my headphones on again.

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Thankfully I didn’t have Biology the next day, and I thought I had managed to escape Billy’s sights until I found him talking to some girl right next to my locker. Leaned against my locker actually.

“Move” I huff, not in the mood to even pretend to care about seeming polite.

The girl glares at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder as Billy rolls his eyes and slides slightly to the side off of my locker. He growls when I aggressively pull my door open, hitting him in the arm.

As I shut my locker door and turn to leave the school, Billy shakes off the girl and jogs after me. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”

“Of course I do” He scoffs, and I stop walking tapping my foot and folding my arms across my chest as I wait. “It’s…”

Unsurprising. “Goodbye” Billy touches his palm to the small of my back and I tense, trying to shake him off. “Stop touching me”

“Never heard that before” He mutters, putting his hand back into his jacket pocket and stopping, leaned against the school door.

“You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”

Billy only smirked as I stood their, pointing my finger at him.

“What?!” I almost shout

“Sure you don’t want that ride home?” Raising an eyebrow at him, he begins to spin his keys around his finger. I look behind me, groaning as the bus pulls away.

Begrudgingly, I stomp away from Billy and head in the direction of his stupid car. Actually, I liked his car it was really pretty. But it was stupid because it was impossibly loud.

He walked alongside me, content with my annoyance. The young red head girl leaned against the passenger side looked over her shoulder at us, sighing and moving the seat so she could sit in the back.

“No, it’s okay.” I smile at her, putting my hand in her shoulder before I duck into the back seat. Both her and Billy stare at me like i’d lost my mind.

“Get in the car” Billy huffs at the girl, presumably his sister. She takes her seat and he starts there car, I repeatedly catch her trying to look at me in the mirrors. “Where’s your house?”

“Are you serious?” The girl laughs

“Shut up” Billy spits back, and I’m tempted to kick the back of his seat as hard as I can.

She sinks in her seat slightly, her voice going a little quiet as she looks down and spins a wheel on her skateboard. “She lives next to us”

Billy smacks his lips and nods, tapping his hands on the sterling wheel and I lean forward, peering between the gap in the seats to look at the girl.

“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She raises an eyebrow at me “I like your sneakers”

“Oh. Thank you…?”

“Y/N” I smile. Billy snaps his fingers, as if he had triumphed in finding out my name, and I roll my eyes. “That’s him learning my name.”

A small smile plays across her lips “I’m Max”

Nodding, I move back and look out the window, Billy brings his hand up turning up the stereo and I glance at him as I recognise the song. Great, now I have to hate this band because he liked them.

He pulls into the driveway and Max climbs out, moving the seat for me and I thank her, throwing my bag over my shoulder and starting to walk away from their house.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Billy calls after me, folding his arms and leaning in the roof of his car.

“What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”

“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

“No!”

Max grabs her things and goes inside, leaving Billy watching me as I walk down three houses and straight in my front door. I can see him lighting as cigarette as I get to my bedroom and close the curtains.

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“Why do you hate me?” Billy asks, his voice low as he puts a hand by my head, practically pinning me against my locker

“Go away”

“Answer.”

“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”

“Is that it?”

Furrowing my brows I scoff at him “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“

I’m cut off when Billy decides to press his finger to the wrinkle between my eyebrows. It’s as if he had pressed a mute button because I try to continue but nothing comes out.

“I’m going to make you like me” He licks his lips, smiling as he meets my eyes “You’re going to beg for my attention”

“It seems like I already have it” I smack his hand away, but he just puts it on the other side of my head, caging me in against my locker.

“Y/N” Billy says breathlessly, and I’m almost taken back by how much softer his voice is than normal.

Realising that I was just having positive thoughts about Billy Hargrove, I shake my head and use my strength to push him back slightly. “We’re late for class”

He chuckles, but follows me towards biology. Sitting at he table and waiting, drumming his fingers on the desk. What the fuck.

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Billy was, once again, leaned at my locker at the end of the day. Girls flocking to him like he was free chocolate. As I closed my locker he waved his hands and the girls, who seemingly had extremely low self respect, did as he wished and scurried away.

“Hey” He smiled, walking along side me “Can I take you home?”

“No, thanks”

“Come on, it’ll be fun”

“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”

“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”

I made a fake gagging sound and Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and planting his feet. “Let go”

“Don’t get on the bus”

“Billy.” I glare, pulling my hand out of his grip. It wasn’t even that tight it was just strange.

“Say my name like that again, I like it” I turn back to the bus and Billy sighs, jogging so he can walk backwards in front of me. “Let me drive you. Please”

Had he just actually said ‘please’ or was I delusional? I don’t know what Billy’s angle was, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”

“What?” He stops walking and I almost run into him.

“You know, the fucking cliche. Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”

“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” He holds in his laughter “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”

Tucking my lips into a line I stare at him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Accepting his response, I turn in the direction of his car and smiling when I spot Max approaching it.

“You really think i’m hot?” Billy whispers

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to be continued…?

— now read billy’s retelling here!

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The Apocalypse au

🔲 General background:

The story takes place in a chain store built by Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in a city in country A. The usual activities are daytime and nighttime stage performances. In fact, each play only has three characters, because in this AU, like the original work, the sun and moon share the same body, which can be converted according to natural light. Bloodmoon is an individual, and Eclipse have his own entities.At first, the daycare center did not have Bloodmoon, Eclipse played the villain before Blood Moon arrived. He was originally quite versatile, proficient in physical exercises and using swords and spears, but after Blood Moon arrived, playing a new script reduced his fighting role, so his abilities became increasingly rusty. As the commuting time on weekdays decreased during solar eclipses, he used his free time to self-study divination (he loved all mysterious and supernatural factors). In order to cater to the children's preferences (which may be a more reasonable excuse from someone), Blood Moon was invited to replace the villain position of Eclipse. In the script, he played the cruel and unruly king, with Sun and Moon being soldiers and archers who were ordered to assassinate the tyrant. They were very popular among children and even nicknamed (Smiley Knight/Frost Moon Archer). Of course, there are also some children who like Bloodmoon, which is why after Blood Moon began his tyranny in the later stage, he would prefer the term 'Sir Bloodmoon' instead of 'king'. This is the honorific title given to him by his children who like him. He wants to make his subjects feel close to the people while exercising his tyranny, in order to further utilize it. He does not have much hostility towards the children, Perhaps he thinks this group poses little threat to his plan, and he likes to scare them for fun.On the evening of Bloodmoon's seventh performance, Moon first realized something was wrong with Blood Moon (or perhaps he had been pretending to be too perfect). Out of long-term interests and a bit of his own quirk, Blood Moon left a mark on Moon's face (which is also the origin of the scars on Sun/Moon's face)

🔲 Timeline:

prophase

↓ (Blood Moon Arrives)

mid-term

↓ (Rebellion and Change)

later stage

↓ (Destruction and Conquest)

Genesis

↓ (Prosperity)

The Apocalypse

🔲 Main Role:

🗡 Sun/ 🏹 Moon/ 🍷 Bloodmoon is a new batch of electronic toys designed with paint color changes based on the original Sun/Moon model. In this AU, 🔮 Eclipse has entities.

🗡 Sun:

Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly red, orange, yellow, and blue (there are too many colors on his pants, giving a rainbow like feeling).

•He has good swordsmanship. Whenever he performs, you will see him carrying his Western sword and shield with him. The sword is a performance tool, so it cannot cause substantial damage.

•He always squints and smiles, even when facing enemies. He wants to leave an impression of a brave and confident sunny boy.

•The scar Bloodmoon left on his left eye made him feel more like a tough guy. He secretly liked it, but it couldn't stop him from disgusting Bloodmoon.

•Character: lively, optimistic, brave, humorous, competitive, outgoing, and talkative.

• Hobbies: Interacting with children, practicing swordsmanship, covering Moon like a brother (but in fact Moon has a more mature mind), sharing daily updates with Moon, beer (not good but fond of drinking), keep himself clean and handsome.

🏹 Moon:

Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly in blue, purple, and beige.

•He is skilled in archery, with a shooting rate of not 100%, but close to it. Although he knows he is an actor and has low expectations, his perfectionism drives him to do his best, and he also has a vague premonition that he will come in handy one day.

•He has good accuracy and using a good gun is not a problem for him, although he has not had any contact before in the later stage.

•He is not suitable for close combat, and if he is discovered by the enemy and is very close, he has little ability to fight back.

•Character: Brave, cautious, astute, introverted, and steady.

• Hobbies: keep a diary , watch the children play and fight at a high place, watch the outside world through the glass, snow, Gingerbread man, Eggnog, and tell the children about the legend of Christmas.

🍷 Bloodmoon:

•Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly red, white, black, and gray, seemingly symbolizing something.

• He is skilled in using all kinds of firearms and has a good sabre technique.

•He likes to look at others with a smile on his face, full of malice. Sometimes his ferocious smile combined with his blood red eyes can make people feel creepy.

•His performance prop is a royal scepter, although it is simulated, he does not dislike it, just look good. Before the later stage, the small bag around his waist had always been a place to hold knives. Before the later stage, he often carried two knives, one was a simulated dagger used for perfunctory performances, and the other was a Malay sword.

•In an inconspicuous corner of his room, the wall was filled with traces he had carved to calculate the date. He calculated everything so meticulously that he had already properly reserved the rest place the first time.

•When he first arrived, the solar eclipse had a partnership with him,He is calm and skilled in disguise, always carefully observing everything around him. He is very concerned about Sun and Moon, and also closely monitoring their every move.

•Character: arrogant, ruthless, hypocritical, stubborn, suspicious, trustworthy, cunning, and rebellious.

• Preferences: Tequila, billiards, gambling, pranks, tasting the expression of the enemy's pain and despair, torturing/playing/challenging the enemy, wandering around for fun.

🔮 Eclipse:

• Body color (including performance clothing): Mainly red, yellow, and black

•He played the only villain role before the arrival of Blood Moon, and even if he had some malice towards Sun/Moon off stage, he would not take the initiative to trouble them unless they met on a narrow path. Compared to this, he is more focused on his own affairs.

•He doesn't like the vast majority of children, feeling that they are too noisy and difficult to discipline. Most children run away when they see him, and there is no opportunity for communication. He won't do anything to children, and he is very gentle towards those quiet and obedient children.

•The tobacco he smokes has a refreshing fragrance that is harmless to the human body but can create some illusions.

•Character: pragmatic, independent, shrewd, withdrawn, and gentle.

• Hobbies: Alone, quiet and enclosed small space, smoking a special type of tobacco, studying theology and metaphysics, meeting his guardian every day and chatting, playing chess, decorating his own room.

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