#<- starting uni but my best friend n i went to separate colleges

[chuuyanakaahara]

everyone be so proud of me i made a friend. i think.

[gxdsfavgal]

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Request: Padme’s sister (reader) is off world studying, one day Anakin goes to visits his old friend and find her singing and dancing to throwbacks (Nsync, Britney, etc.) I hope I remembered this correctly. @cozy-academic

Pairing: Anakin x fem!reader

Warning: none just some nice and friendly stuff... kinda like best friend stuff

A/N: this just gives me Peter Quill vibes from Guardians of the Galaxy... also this isn’t the best so maybe I will update it another time ☺️

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It’s Summer break and I’ve finally finished finals for sophomore year of college at New York University.

The streets were busy with business workers, construction workers, tourists, and people who were just out of their minds.

My apartment has been a mess for weeks since I’ve done nothing but work as an intern and study for uni, and luckily I haven’t had any guests yet. So today, I chose to have a cleaning day.

But who cleans in silence? Not I. I don’t hate the sounds of the busy streets of New York, but music is 10 times better.

I turned on my tv, scrolling to Spotify and pressing my throwbacks playlist.

The first song, Ms. Jackson by Outkast. My volume to the max, not caring what my neighbors said or thought of.

I started off with my room and moving all of my dirty dishes into the kitchen.

“Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby’s mamas, mamas.” I sang as I spun a dish towel in the air.

I hummed, shook my ass, screamed the lyrics as I soaped, drubbed, and washed all of my dishes.

“I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, OOOO, I am for real!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping I wouldn’t drop any of my glassware onto the floor.

I then finished washing the dishes and loading them into the shitty moldy dishwasher that my landlord hasn’t fixed yet, to dry.

I moved on to my room, picking up all of the clothes from the floor and separating them into smaller piles according to colors, whites, darks, and delicates.

The first pile went into my small washer that leaked one in a while, that’s when the next song came on by Britney Spears.

“I think I did it again! I made you believe!” I moved my hips side to side, pretending to seduce myself in the floor length mirror.

I spun around and put all the garbage from the top of my desk and nightstand into my garbage bin.

“Oh baby, baby. Oops, I did it again! I played with your heart! Got lost in the game!” I laid on my back flat on my bed, moving as if I was in a music video.

I tied off the garbage bag and put it at the entrance of my apartment so I can take it out later. I shimmied my way from the door to my bathroom, making disgusted faces at it from all of the grime and hair from normal shedding.

“Oops, you think i’m in love. That i’m sent from above. I’m not that innocent.” I leaned onto my elbows on the bathroom counter, using my hairbrush as a microphone and looking at myself in the mirror as I am my own audience.

“But wait a minute, isn’t this? Yeah, yes it is. But I thought the old lady dropped it into the ocean at the end.” I sang as I played both the man and Britney. I climbed onto the bathroom counter, hoping I won’t fall.

I got down from the counter as thoughts rushed into my head of the possible injuries I could get.

“Oops, you think i’m in love. That I’m sent from above. I’m not that innocent.” I sang the last lyrics as I opened the cabinet to pull out my bin of cleaning supplies.

“I’m Britney bitch!” I randomly yelled inbetween the songs, jumping up and down, and shaking my head.

One I was done scrubbing the sink, shower, and toilet with harsh chemicals and singing two Britney songs and three Mariah Carey songs in a row, I finally moved onto my living room. The most messy place.

My tv was now playing Nsync, one of my favs since I began living here from Naboo.

“I’m doing this tonight. You’re probably gonna start a fight. I know this can’t be right.” I circled my hips in the air, moving downwards as I picked up the blankets from the floor.

“I know that I can’t take no more, it ain’t no lie. I want to see you out that door, baby bye bye bye!” I hopped three times as I folded my blankets and plopping them onto my couch.

I fixed my cushions and decorative pillows, making sure to fluff them to my liking.

I moved over to my window which looked out into Central Park. I began to wipe dust away from my shelf which has memories from Naboo, Coruscant, and Alderaan.

“I lived for you and me. And now I really come to see, that life would be much better once you’re gone.” I bopped my head up and down as I made sure to wipe each crack and crevice of my shelf.

I picked up a picture of Padme and I from when she was Queen. Her makeup was all done, her hair was sleek, and her outfit was stunning.

Even though Padme is two years older than me, people always believe we are twins. I don’t see the resemblance though.

I wiped the dust off of our picture and setting it down next to my crown which Anakin secretly took just for me, knowing that I wanted souvenirs from home.

My fingers fumbled with the necklace Anakin gave Padme and I, which he carved out of a jabor snippet when we first met him.

“Just another player in your game for two. You may hate me but it ain’t no lie, baby bye bye bye!” I moved my shoulders up and down, and spun my head with my eyes closed, just feeling the music.

“Bye bye bye? I just got here though.” a familiar voice rang.

I quickly stopped my movements and turned to look at the owner of the voice.

Once my mind was able to comprehend who it was, I relaxed my shoulders and was no longer tense.

“Ani?” I dropped my duster onto the floor.

He opened his arms, which resulted to me running to him for a hug. His arms wrapped around me and squeezed me as I did the same.

“Nice singing and dance moves. You’re going to have to put some songs onto a hologram for me. What band is this?” he chuckled.

“Nsync. Nevermind that, what are you doing here?” I questioned as we released each other from our hugs.

“Just wanted to visit.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“How’d you find me? I didn’t tell anyone my coordinates.” I questioned.

“The force.” He sent a playful wink.

“Ah the force. Tell me everything! How are you? How’s Padme? Obi wan? Ahsoka? Has there been a new war? Oh I forgot to ask you how’s R2 and C3-PO!” I said excitedly as I ushered him to sit at my now clean couch.

“Great. Everything is great.” he said as he looked around my apartment, his foot tapping at the sound of the low music.

“That’s all, just great? I need details Anakin! Details!” I said dramatically with my arms thrown in the air.

“Okay okay! Easy! I’m getting their.” His arms up in surrender with laughter.

“Carry on then, Jedi Knight” I bowed to him as a joke.

We began to carry on into the conversation, asking each other questions. He would ask about how it is living here, how’s school going, if I had any friends. And I would ask if he is going to give me any nieces or nephews soon.

We talked for hours nonstop, and I even was able to show him around the city. A few dozens of tourists stopped us for pictures, thinking that Anakin was cosplaying as a karate master from some sort of movie.

[firemblem-fics]

Running With the Wolves [1]

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-> Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~3.3k

-> Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing, Weapons

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: SURPRISE I POSTED IT EARLY ! thanks to my lovely beta readers for helping me revise and edit this chapter to make it better! i’m still in a writing mental block but i think this is one step closer to getting out of it! so, please enjoy (again)! also, all characters are aged up (21+)! also y’all should reblog this so it gets out more 🥺

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"Fuck- She's losing too much blood, Boss, she's not gonna make it!"

"No, no. She's going to make it- I'll make sure of it. Stay alive!"

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn't quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn't count how many were there. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

"Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won't make it if you all keep messing around."

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn't seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

"No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!"

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed.

"Wake up!"

Was that voice finally fading away too?

"Wake up!"

No- it was getting louder.

"Wake up!"

"Ellie, what the fuck do you want?" You groaned, rolling over on your bed.

Your roommate bounced on her knees, making your bed creak loudly. "What do you mean? It's like 10am, your class is at 11. Don’t talk to me with that tone of voice."

"Fuck me."

"Absolutely not, baby." Ellie smacked a pillow beside you and got up. "Get ready!" She went to her own room, leaving you to your own devices.

When you applied for an apartment roommate, Ellie was certainly not the one you were expecting. You would've preferred a chill, laid-back, person. Instead, Eleonora Yumizuru walked into your life (and apartment) and practically made herself at home. She didn't judge you from transferring so far away from your old home for your last year of college, claiming that "home roots don't mean shit when it comes to making it in the real world".

She had the right to say such a thing, having moved to Fodlan from another country in her youth. She was able to understand the occasional homesickness and help you cope as you adjusted to Fodlan life. She understood you like the back of her hand from the moment you met and you did the same for her.

Really, you had to let her move in. She’d probably have stayed even if you rejected her.

She was the complete opposite of what you were looking for- overconfident, stubborn, loud- but she grew on you and easily became your best friend. There was just something about the bubbly, blue-eyed, blonde-bobbed bitch that hooked you.

She had certainly hooked other people as well, but thank God her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment. Her social skills and magnetic personality worked for platonic friends and acquaintances as well. Ellie was constantly bringing over friends, allowing you to expand your own circle. She was heaven-sent for a newbie like you.

You sat up from your bed, yawning and stretching. Trudging to your bathroom, you rolled your eyes as the infamous Taylor Swift blared through Ellie's speakers, "Shake it Off" shaking the entire apartment. Nothing against T. Swift, but sometimes she was not the first thing you want to hear when you wake up. At least not at max volume. Ignoring the song switching to "You Belong With Me" -another banger from Swift herself, but really "Teardrops on My Guitar” was your favorite- you finished getting ready and lazed into Ellie's room.

"I've got class 'till late today." You sat on her bed. "Do you want me to pick up dinner? It’ll let me explore the area."

"Oh, please do. You need to get out more. But where?"

You shrugged. "There's really only like two good food places here. Golden Pizza and Blue Lion Buffet. Your choice."

Ellie thought for a moment. "I went to the buffet with my little friend Touma the other day... so pizza! I just can't choose a side in their little spat."

"Spat?" You tilted your head.

"Goodness, Y/N! I know you're a little new here, but you haven't even heard of the shit that goes on between those restaurant owners?"

Shaking your head, you stayed silent for her to continue.

"The owners of Blue Lion Buffet, Eagle's Freezery, and Golden Pizza are all huge rivals. I heard they were all close, but went their separate ways. All the owners' kids are our age, too. They go to Fodlan Uni, but I don't know who they are." She smiled. "I am an esteemed woman with an upcoming high status. Who would I be to take sides? I prefer to cater to them all."

You could only nod, hiding a smirk at Ellie’s infatuation of fame. A huge restaurant rivalry. How funny. "What about that little cafe on the corner? What's it called? Café des Loups?"

"They're pretty neutral, just some college dropouts trying to make some money. I think they’re gonna get involved eventually- every restaurant’s been dragged into their drama at least once."

You nodded, standing up and messing with your apartment keys. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Ellie!"

"Bye! I better see some pizza later!" She called as you made your way out of the apartment, now playing "I Knew You Were Trouble".

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College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, orange eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

"Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there's gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow."

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you..."

"Ferdinand." He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, as if to conceal his smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to Professor Hanneman, as you were pretty sure his name was- or was it Ham Man? You didn’t care enough to know- you were now struggling with two distractions. One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Ferdinand.

You kept glancing at him, taking in his complexion. He must have come to class late, since you didn't see him before. Or maybe he was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing his carefully sculpted jawline, dotted with subtle stubble that connected to sideburns and led up to clean, silky, orange hair. You wished to run your fingers through it-

"Y/N, this is the second time I've seen you not paying attention." You jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Next time, I'll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke."

"I-I'm not joking! Sorry!" You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Ferdinand, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. "Ferdinand?"

"I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you'd like." Said boy walked quickly towards you, holding himself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- he was trying to make himself seem like a gentleman, but you still felt a little unnerved.

"Oh, um, sure! It's not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus."

Ferdinand's grin seemed to get larger, making his eyes crinkle at the edges. "How wonderful! That little café is down there and I've been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly."

"Uh, yeah." You laughed nervously. This was the first time a boy had taken interest in you- or was he really interested? Maybe he's just being nice-

"Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I'd like to talk to such a gorgeous woman like you a little more."

Oh, he was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed him your phone to let him put his number in. He gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to his contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Ferdinand gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, Ferdinand spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. He had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn't know, and the same could be said for you. Ferdinand was definitely a polished and refined man. He made quite the impression on you.

"What are you doing after classes?" You asked, hoping to invite him for pizza at your apartment.

"Ah, I've got work!" He smiled sheepishly. He definitely caught onto your hopes...

"Really? Where? Maybe after, you could stop by for some Golden Pizza-"

"Actually, I work at the Eagles Freezery." He was tense, suddenly. "So I really shouldn't. Rivalry and all of that, you know?"

You were a little confused, actually. "Why would that prevent you from hanging out for a bit? You didn't buy it, I did. Plus I thought the rivalry was only between the buffet and the pizza place?”

"It's- it's a loyalty thing. It’s between all three of us.”

"It's a restaurant. How loyal could you possibly be to a dumb little ice cream parlor-"

"It's more than that!" Ferdinand snapped his mouth closed, suddenly making himself quiet after his angry outburst. "Listen, I cannot and will not eat there, look at it, talk about it, or do literally anything about it. Please, just understand that."

"Uh, yeah." You nervously readjusted your backpack on your shoulder. "I- I should get to class now. I'll see you later, Ferdinand."

"Goodbye, I'll message you after work!" With that, he sent you a wink and a smile and turned, going about his own day with the most carefree pep in his step. As if nothing ever happened. You, on the other hand, could not have been more confused. Ferdinand seemed unpredictable when it came to his moods. He was comforting and kind, yet was so… upset when you insulted the parlor. It was a restaurant. Why did he get so worked up about it? Maybe Ellie was right about it being such a big deal.

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“I just ordered! Go, go, I’m starving!”

Not even five minutes after you got out of your last class, Ellie was calling to remind you about dinner. You were still slightly unnerved from your encounter with Ferdinand, but you agreed to pick it up and would never hear the end of it if you didn’t do something as simple as takeout.

Golden Pizza was only about two blocks away and you stayed on the phone with your roommate the entire time, only saying goodbye as you walked in the establishment. The restaurant was very nice, the honey yellow walls and the glow of the wood-fired oven making the ambience warm and welcoming. You didn’t wait long in the line, soon coming up to meet a boy about your age with a glimmering emerald gaze and a smile just as bright at the front counter.

“Hi!” The boy- Claude, according to his nametag- greeted, “How can I help you?”

“I’m just picking up an order for Eleonora Yumizuru.”

Claude nodded and typed a few things into a computer at the counter. “I know Ellie! She and I had Stats together before she dropped out to pursue her acting career. She’s certainly something.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m her roommate.” Speaking of the devil, your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from her. “She actually just messaged me. Wants me to bring her a dumb little lemonade from that cafe.”

Claude laughed, “You can go and get it now, if you’d like. Your pizza will be a few more minutes. Ellie set the time for your pickup for later, so you’re actually ten minutes early.”

You thanked him and left, walking to the cafe. You took your time, observing the shops around you. Across the street from Golden Pizza stood the Blue Lion Buffet. You smiled to yourself- what a cliche to have rivals across from each other. Beside the pizza parlor was another food shop, the Eagles Freezery. You thought about Ferdinand- he said he was working today. Maybe you could drop by and- No. No, Y/N. Go get your lemonade and go.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Constance, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Constance and the pink-haired girl who corrected her. Cafe des Loups- or Cafe of Wolves- was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall to the opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

At this shop, a large dark-haired man controlled the register instead of Claude. As you approached the register, you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him Bigfoot.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just two pink lemonades is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Constance interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Yuri-bird over there makes the best sweet lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Thank God, we haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we have not!” Constance replied. She turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Yuri or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Yuri is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Constance laid her hand against her chest. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Yuri-birdie?”

Yuri looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Yuri, that’s rude-”

Hapi was midway through lecturing the purple-haired man when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Yuri looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of orange hair and orange eyes met yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Ferdinand?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group, a short, white-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Yuri and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The white-haired girl scrutinized the five of you, her lavender eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Yuri looked at you.

“What do you want, Edelgard?” Yuri put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

Yuri snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to my father after he stepped down. I’m the leader now- the emperor, if you will.” Edelgard sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Hubert, deal with them.”

The terrifying man who you assumed was Hubert suddenly reached in his coat and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Yuri quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Constance before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Yuri continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Yuri pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Yuri pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Ferdinand had been so defensive over the Eagles Freezery? What kind of restaurant rivalry would constitute attempted murder? And wasn’t this cafe uninvolved anyways? You didn't have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Yuri lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Constance, Balthus, and Hapi burst through the doors, running towards you all. Yuri turned to you as the three of them caught up to him, pulling out their own weapons again as Edelgard began yelling.

“Run!”

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Somebody To Love - Part Three

Hey so finally here’s part three. I’ve finished college now and have a few months till I start uni so I should have loads of time to write as long as I don’t procrastinate lmao. I wanted this to be better but writing over a few weeks during breaks from revision or coursework isn’t as effective as I thought.

Warnings: swearing, drinking, pregnancy, multiple mentions of abortion

3k+ words

Sorry I’m not sure who’s gif this is. If it's yours or you know whos it is then please let me know so I can credit them

You stared at the tests as your phone buzzed again. Your eyes fell on the text Ben left. Ben. How would you tell Ben this? The knocking on the door got louder and louder the more impatient the boys got. You could hear Katie trying to get them to stop as you sighed standing up, ignoring the wobbly feeling in your legs. You faced the mirror wiping under your eyes to try and hide any tears that had fallen over the past hour. 

You placed a shaking hand on the lock as the banging stopped, pulling the door open and immediately searching for Katie before feeling a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Y/n, are you?” she whispered so the others couldn’t hear. You nodded into her shoulder, unable to get the words out as more tears fell. Very soon you felt three more pairs of arms wrap around the two of you, reminding you you’d left the door open exposing the tests to the three men now comforting you.

“I’m sorry” You chocked out trying to pull away from the group hug “I’m making you guys late”.

“We can be late. This is more important.” Rami mumbled making you stay there longer. You smiled slightly standing there for another minute or so before finally, everyone pulled away. 

You followed your friends outside not saying anything as they began chatting amongst themselves. Glancing down at your hands you wiped away yet another tear that had begun to fall. Occasionally someone would turn around to give you a reassuring smile as they walked out of the hotel and into the car waiting for them.  You sat in the front as everyone else chatted behind you. Switching between apps you were reminded again of the text Ben had sent. ‘Can we meet up when I get back? Think we need to clear the air...’ You read it repeatedly trying to figure out how to reply to him.

There was no doubt that you definitely would need to talk to him now. You stared at the flashing blue line as you thought about how to answer, eventually typing out nothing more than ‘yeah’, praying he wouldn’t try to start a conversation now. Ben was the last person you wanted to talk to right now.

You starred out of the window for the rest of the journey, watching the people and cars go flying past as you headed to whatever the boys were doing that day. You thought back to that night with Ben, most of your memories of the night had come back to you. You had once looked back on the night hoping it would happen again, but now all you wanted was to go back and change everything. You stepped out of the car as your phone lit up again, alerting you to a new message.

Benjamin: Great! Should we grab some drinks or something? I’ve missed my drinking buddy.

You frowned reading the message. Alcohol was the reason you were in this mess. He didn’t know that yet to be fair. You prayed it would stay that way until you could tell him in person, but knowing your friends they tended to keep personal things personal. You still had a month until Ben would be home from filming which meant you had a month to work out just what you should do. 

You barely knew what Rami, Gwil, and Joe were up to all day. Your eyes repeatedly scanned your phone as you tried to decide what to do about the baby. Most of the time you went back to reading pages and pages of information on abortions. Whenever the possibility of pregnancy came up you always said you wouldn’t get an abortion, but now that you were actually faced with pregnancy it seemed like the best solution. Sure if the situation was different you’d probably be keeping the baby but being a single 22-year-old with two crap part-time jobs wasn’t the best scenario to have a baby. 

The next morning you woke up and quickly packed your bag ready to leave for London. You stared at the tests wondering whether to throw them in the trash or not before putting them all in a plastic bag and shoving them into your suitcase.

You rushed outside to meet everyone in the lobby. Joe and Katie had their arms around each other, trying to not let the fact that they would soon be boarding separate flights get to them. You smiled at Gwilym and Rami as they jokingly mocked them before you all headed to the airport. 

If you thought Joe and Katie were bad at the hotel it was nothing compared to the airport. They would not stop kissing each other, at check-in, during security checks, right until you were about to board the plane they wouldn’t stop. You felt sorry for Rami, having to put up with a whiny Joe all the way back to America, at least you had Gwilym to help put up with a crying Katie. 

You pulled out your phone as you sat down between your two friends on the plane, deciding to make the most of the time before it took off. You clicked the home button immediately, praying they hadn’t seen the article on abortions you had been reading the previous night, but of course you were unlucky. “Have you told him yet?” Gwilym asked from beside you.

Letting out a sigh, you looked up at him “No not yet, it’s not exactly something I can say over the phone ‘hope filmings going well oh by the way I’m pregnant’” you let out a chuckle as you said it but your face remained in a frown. Seeing Gwilym's disapproving look at your not so serious reply you said “I’m going to tell him when he gets home. I really should do it face to face.”

“Is that going to leave you with enough time?” He replied referring to the article you had been looking at.

“Just about. I’ll have a month left when I tell him. I’m not gonna do it without talking to him first” You said as the hostess walked down telling everyone to turn their phones off.

Throughout the flight you spoke to your friends, eventually finding yourself having the regular conversations you used to have. Of course, this never stopped your brain from wandering back to your little problem. Halfway through the flight Gwilym and Katie both fell asleep, leaving you to dwell on your thoughts as you went back to thinking about what to do. Your hand hovered over the text box under Ben’s name as you considered telling him in a text but you knew that would be incredibly unfair. An hour or so later you too felt your eyes begin to close.

You woke up to the sound of a voice, Ben’s voice. Your eyes opened only to be met with your bedside table. It was all exactly the same, the clock that was an hour fast, the photo of you and Katie from Halloween two years ago, the cactus that represented the only thing you’d managed to keep alive, and yet something seemed different. A yawn escaped your mouth as you sat up, being met with the sight of Ben cradling a small baby. “Hey we thought we’d let you sleep,” he said walking over and sitting next to you, still holding the baby wrapped up in a blanket. You smiled at Ben as he leaned in to kiss you lightly before his attention went back to the baby. He was topless, only wearing some pyjama bottoms. His hair was slightly longer and had started going curly at the ends. Around the room, you noticed his things placed everywhere, and a crib at the opposite end beside a changing table and various other baby things, and yet suddenly everything felt right.

Katie’s voice snapped you out of your dream as she started shaking your arm “yn? Yn we’ve landed wake up” you heard as you opened your eyes, suddenly feeling sad at the realisation it was just a dream. But that wasn’t what you wanted? Ben isn’t your boyfriend, he’s your friend. Having a baby together would never look like that. You didn’t want to keep the baby. And yet you longed to.

You went back to your silence until you got home, immediately walking into your room and closing the door so no one could talk to you. Katie went to her own room and you could hear her start to play music as she began to unpack. You sighed looking at the spot you had imagined the crib being in. It was the large space by the window overlooking the gardens you shared with the rest of the building. Instinctively your hand met your small bump as you truly imagined what it would be like. But yet again you were brought out of these thoughts by Katie knocking on your door. You dropped your hand as you pretended to listen to her talking about what take away she wanted to order but you couldn’t care less. All you could think about was the baby you currently had inside you and how much it would change your life no matter what you decided to do.

Time didn’t make your decision any easier. Over the next month, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even when you were busy at work you were constantly reminded by the uniform that didn’t fit quite like it had when you bought it before you were pregnant. As the weeks passed you noticed a few straying eyes looking at the growing bump but no one ever said anything. You had however bought a few baggier jumpers to hide it more, in fact, you were rarely seen not wearing one. 

Most importantly you didn’t want Ben to find out, which was proving harder than you thought. There was the time Katie was face-timing the boys as you walked past in your pyjamas, bump on show. It was only when you heard Ben’s voice calling you over, causing you to jump behind Katie as you quickly grabbed anything you could find to hide the bump. The twenty minutes you spent holding a cushion praying no one questioned you was the longest twenty minutes of your life. 

There was also the time Ben had called you one night and Katie walked in wanting to talk. You smiled and said you were talking to Ben, hoping she’d use the opportunity to come up with an excuse so you could stop talking. Things never worked out like that with Katie however who instead said “oh so you told him?” leading to a long conversation of Ben trying to get whatever it was out of you. 

Of course, it was only a matter of time before Ben arrived back in the Uk. Joe and Rami, who were both spending Christmas with their girlfriends, had arrived two days previously which meant it was the perfect time for everyone to meet up and catch up. You woke up to see messages showing everyone's plans for the night in a local pub, the one you now worked in. You walked into the kitchen of your apartment, sighing in relief to see it empty of your friends. You turned the kettle on to make yourself some tea as you casually read through a magazine left by Katie on the counter. These were the mornings you liked. When you could relax and enjoy yourself instead of rushing around to get ready for your morning shifts.

Of course, the silence soon ended at the noise of your friends walking in. Joe walked overseeing the kettle on and taking out another two mugs for himself and Katie as he smiled at you “You excited to go out tonight” he said with a smile.

“Not exactly, don’t get me wrong normally I’d be ecstatic but telling Ben I’m pregnant and then not even being able to drink the whole time is going to absolutely suck.” you said as you poured the boiling water into the mugs. 

“You’re telling him tonight?” Katie asked taking a seat on the opposite side of the counter.

“I have to, my coach leaves in the morning and I want to get it all done by new years” you sighed looking back at your phone at the messages. You typed out quickly saying you’d be there before turning off notifications and putting your phone away, not wanting to think about it any longer.

You sat with your friends for a while, enjoying the casual banter between the three of you before you remembered you needed to pack. You had agreed to go home over Christmas to be with your family but hadn’t thought about the parties that normally happen when you get home.

The rest of the day you spent packing and going over what you were going to say later that night. Telling your friend you’re pregnant with their baby is something no one really prepares you for and you had no idea how you were going to do it. You decided to spend the rest of your day watching Netflix to distract yourself, only realising how long you’d been when you heard a knock at your bedroom door. “Yn? We’re leaving” you heard Joe’s muffled voice say through your door.

“Shit” you mumbled to yourself before looking over at your clock and seeing it was 6:30 already, you were supposed to be meeting everyone in half an hour. “I’m not ready, I’ll meet you all there in a bit?” You said quickly jumping up off your bed as you started walking into your bathroom.

You didn’t bother waiting for a reply as you locked the door, quickly undressing and turning on the shower. You stepped in, letting the warm water run over your body as you looked down. You placed your hand on the bump with a sigh “not long left until he knows about you...” you mumbled looking down. Realising what you’d done you whipped your hand away. A month of you pretending the baby doesn’t exist and now you’re talking to it? You shook your head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts as you quickly continued your shower.

Once out you quickly did your hair and makeup before throwing on a loose dress and oversized cardigan hoping it disguised the bump well enough before setting off for the local pub. You put your headphones in, walking slower than you normally would to try and put off the inevitable for as long as possible as you got closer and closer.

You pushed open the door as you took out your headphones and looked around the busy bar, your eyes immediately meeting his. Ben was on his way back over to the table with a drink in his hand. He looked at you for a second before sticking his tongue out and walking back over to everyone, alerting them to your presence. You stood there for a second, considering going back home and not telling him anything about the pregnancy but you knew you couldn’t do that. As you walked over you felt yourself wrap your arms across yourself before sitting down at the table.

The silence was almost deafening. Everyone looked at you as you gave them a shy smile. You looked to your left seeing Ben smiling at you. He had a few empty glasses in front of himself as well as two full ones, one beer and one vodka coke. This was always how it went when you and Ben were at the pub, he always made sure to buy you your favourite drink before you had a chance to complain about the wait times. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for someone who can match my drinks, they’re all being slow and boring” Ben said with a laugh putting the drink in front of you.

You looked up at everyone who had since began having their own conversations amongst one another to avoid the awkwardness that was sure to come. “Actually I’m not drinking” you said pushing it away slightly.

“That’s not the yn I know, c’mon I need help convincing all these sad fuckers” he replied, bringing his own drink to his lips.

“I’m serious Ben, I um I have a coach to get early. 8 hours with traffic and annoying kids isn’t gonna get better with a hangover” you said internally smacking yourself for the excuse.

Ben frowned “just a few then, not enough to get hungover, c’mon I’ve missed drinking with you.” You noticed your friends start glancing at you as you continued to refuse the drink. “Everyone else is drinking, you hate being the sober one”

“Yeah but I work here now so I don’t really fancy making a fool of myself” you said reaching for the drinks menu to pretend to look at the soft drinks. “So Rami, Joe said you two had a rough flight?” You said hoping to change the subject.

“C’mon yn, no one cares about crappy flights, you’re going home tomorrow you may as well get drunk whilst you’re out with mates” Ben said drawing your attention back to himself.

“You know what Ben, I think you’re cut off for a while” Joe said on the other side of him as he pulled his beer away. You gave him a small smile as he turned back to his conversation with Gwil.

You looked down at your hands, fiddling with them as Ben leaned over slightly before quietly saying “I’m sorry”.

You looked up at him “it’s fine, to be honest I’ve missed drinking with you too” you chuckled “but I’m really not in the mood tonight.”

“No not that... I mean yeah I’m sorry for that but I more meant what happened last time we hung out” he said. You let out a sigh thinking back to that night. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that...” he said not making eye contact.

“I wanted to talk about that too, Ben.” You looked down at your hands as you played with your fingers. You went to open your mouth to start talking before immediately being interrupted.

“Should we go outside?” He said nodding towards the table of your friends. You definitely didn’t want to have that conversation in front of everyone but suddenly the thought of telling him seemed too terrifying.

“Can it wait a bit? I’ve missed seeing everyone” You said with a smile before turning to talk to Lucy instead.

After a few minutes you walked over to the bar, smiling at your co-worker as you ordered a Diet Coke. “So when were you going to tell us you hang out with actors?” She asked looking at the table you had been sat at with wide eyes.

You looked over your shoulder before answering her “oh my last job was as an assistant for a film they were in, Bohemian Rhapsody?”

You handed over the money for the drink as she began speaking again “you know, I used to have such a crush on the blonde dude from Eastenders, what’s his name again sorry” she said leaning onto the bar a bit as she stared at the table.

“Uh that’s Ben, Ben Hardy. I uh I can introduce you if you’d like?” You said before mentally slapping yourself. Setting Ben up with your co-worker is the absolute last thing you wanted to do.

“Yeah totally. He’s fit” she said with a giggle, “but let me finish my shift first yeah? Can’t lose my job over a boy again” she smirked handing you your change before serving another customer. You forced a smile back before walking back to your table, taking a seat back down next to Ben.

Before long an hour had gone by, an hour of the conversations you had missed so dearly from your weekly pub trips. Of course this time the mocking of people on set had been replaced with simple catching up. Stories of the press tour and Ben’s filming had been shared. You loved being reminded of that, you’d forgotten how much fun you had had traveling to premieres and going to different events you had only dreamed of going to. Of course, you knew however that the fun night everyone was having would soon be ruined. Just like he had done an hour before, Ben leaned over to you inviting you to talk outside. You glanced over at Katie who gave you a stern look back, telling you to follow him as he stood up.

Once outside you sighed immediately feeling the cold hit you. You followed Ben over to a table typically only used in the summer as he sat down, pulling out two cigarettes and passing one to you.

“Oh uh no thanks” you smiled weakly as he gave you a funny look.

“Damn, not drinking and now not smoking? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were pregnant” he said letting out a chuckle as he lit his cigarette. You looked down at your feet as he looked back up at you, confused at your reaction, or lack of one. “You’re not, are you?” He said holding the cigarette in his hand as he watched you waiting for an answer.

“I’m really sorry Ben” was all you could manage to say.

“Yn, yes or no are you pregnant?” Ben asked, praying you’d say you were just joking.

You stood in silence for what felt like ages before finally looking back up at him and muttering a single “yes.”

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*itzy  vc*  hey  hey  hey   !   (  i  see  that  i’m  icy  )   what’s  up,  i’m  diana,  i’m  nineteen,  and  i’m  ur  resident  girl  group  stan.  i  reside  in  the  est  timezone  &  go  by  the  pronouns  she/her.  now,  finally  introducing  ...  loona    !!   jk,  her  name  is  blair  &  u  can  learn  abt  her  under  the  cut   !   my  discord  is  lana del rey is coming <3#5522   (  stream  her  new  album  august  30th  ),  so  feel  free  to  message  me  there  or  through  tumblr  im’s  if  u  prefer  that   !   otherwise,  i’ll  come  to  u <3

—  kim doyeon. she/her. cis female. | was that blair ryu i just saw in the hideaway lobby ? i hear the nineteen year old spends most of their time working as a sugar baby/studying classic literature and women’s studies, but i’ve always just seen them writing in her dream journal. they live in 5A and i often see them in the halls. they always give me a vibe of loosely curled hair, cherry lip gloss, the lingering scent of vanilla in the air.

(    𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫.   )

born on october 5th, 1999  ( this is literally a day before my bday ooc but anyway ajkdhsjdh )  in rochester, new york, blair’s first impression of the world was a crisp autumn day

she was her parents first and only child. her mother was an elementary school teacher, while her father worked at a nearby power plant in ontario

the family never made too much money, but they were able to get by, at least at first

she had a fairly happy childhood, though it was a lonely one. her father was always working odd hours, and with her mother gone during the day, she spent most of her time with a babysitter and the family golden retriever

eventually, she herself started going to school. she immediately excelled in the english department and fell in love with reading. blair realized early on how much she enjoyed escaping reality with a novel, immersing herself in a story so exciting compared to her dull life

almost everything was fine until her high school years. aside from the fact that she never had a present father figure, she was closer to her mom and still loved by both of her parents. however, when her high school years came around, her father lost his job

her father was the families main provider, and her mothers salary alone would not be enough to take care of the entire family. while he searched for another job, they had to give away the family golden retriever to one of blair’s aunts because they couldn’t afford the extra cost :(

on top of losing her beloved pet, the loss of her father’s job prompting the family to pick up and move their entire life

already in the midst of high school, blair had to leave her life as she knew it behind. the family moved to statesboro, georgia, and her father found a job at the nearby power plant

the transition to life in georgia was not easy for blair. though she didn’t exactly have trouble making friends, she didn’t feel like she could truly connect with anyone

once again, blair turned to losing herself in a book to pass the time

shortly after the move to georgia, her parents experienced some difficulties within their marriage. they ended up separating, and blair spent the remainder of her high school years living with each of them for half of the time

she did not mind her parents separating, as she knew it was for the best. however, her father found a girlfriend fairly quickly, and blair would eventually find out her father had been having an affair

her father spent most of his free time with his new girlfriend and her family. blair was upset at how he prioritized his the new people in his life over her when he was barely ever around for her growing up

meanwhile, her mother was having trouble adjusting to being alone, so she moved back to new york to live with her sister

blair stayed behind in georgia to finish high school, but knew she wanted to go elsewhere for college. she wanted to get as far away from her father and his new life as possible

once blair turned eighteen, she began to sell pictures for money. she wanted to earn as much as possible so she could afford to go away for university. she created an alias and began to sell pictures and videos of her feet. eventually, she expanded her horizons once she realized how much money she could earn

she never went as far as sleeping with her clients, but she would go on dates with them and spend the days with them to earn more money ( kind of like ludovica/chiara in the italian show baby on netflix minus sleeping w them )

she dated a few people throughout her high school years, and began to more “seriously” date a guy during her senior year in high school, though she knew the relationship wouldn’t last. despite appearing as a more serious relationship, to her, it wasn’t really anything of the sort, and she mostly wanted a relationship for senior prom and other trivialities

after senior year ended and she had accepted admission into uni in seattle, she basically cut ties with everyone in georgia aksdjskdjh she said good bye forever ! rip poor unnamed boyfriend he didn’t see it coming ...

her father also did not see it coming because she didn’t even tell him where she applied. but at the same time, did he ask ? no :/

once she left for uni, her relationship with her father became very very estranged. she still speaks to her mom on a pretty regular basis, but even then, she has a whole secret life and doesn’t feel particular close to either of them sjkdfhskdjh

and that’s that for background !

(   𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀.   )

blair is a libra sun leo moon ( rising sign & other placements tbd )

she is definitely a friendly/sociable person. she can be pretty outgoing and loves to be around people. idk her mbti yet but she is def an extrovert ! ( she does tend to keep her feelings to herself tho )

despite her friendly demeanor, she does have a fiery spirit. if u wrong her she will hold a grudge against u until it gets settled/sorted. she can be more on the mean side when she’s upset, but even then she does not have a bad heart at all

when it comes to relationships, blair is all over the place. she can be very flirty/charismatic and is constantly hopping from one relationship to the next. she hasn’t quite been able to settle down, but it is possible. she kind of thinks being in a real relationship means losing her freedom, because that’s kind of what she saw happen with her parents, so she doesn’t really want to be tied down to someone in fear of losing herself in a way. does this make sense ? maybe ? ok !

blair has a fairly strong sense of self, but she’s still very young so she’s still growing and changing. she is the type of person to know what she wants and go after it ( yes, even with ppl ! ). she will stop at nothinggg to get what she wants ( oop ). u could say she loves the chase, but kind of gets bored afterwards unless u have more to offer !

omg she literally loves 2 be the center of attention. i mean, who doesn’t love attention ? but blair takes it 2 another level. she gets all :( if she’s being ignored or isn’t receiving enough attention

kind of bouncing off the whole attention thing, blair loves a good party ! she’s young and here for a good time. she def loves to drink at parties and stuff even tho she isn’t legal here in the us, why should that stop her am i right ? when it comes to drugs, she’s a veryyy casual user and doesn’t do anything crazy. a social weed smoker n will do pills here and there

being a libra sun with a leo moon, i think it’s safe to say she can be a bit dramatic at times ( i mean, as a libra sun with a leo venus i am not one 2 judge xx ). she reads 2 much and watches 2 many movies like ajkdhsjkhd life rly isn’t that serious but she can b a lil overdramatic sometimes whew ! we told u this was melodrama ... lorde stans make some noise !

blair’s fav books are anything by jane austen and les liaisons dangereuses by pierre choderlos de laclos, aka the book cruel intentions was based on ( which happens 2 be one of her fav movies )

shows she loves: gossip girl ( she shares a name w blair so she probably used 2 call herself queen b in high school or something ), desperate housewives ( no wonder this binch is so dramatic ), big little lies, pretty little liars ( the early seasons only ), the netflix show baby, and buffy the vampire slayer

movies she loves: clueless, almost famous, thoroughbreds, moulin rouge, palo alto, marie antoinette, coyote ugly, american beauty, cruel intentions, and valley of the dolls ( to name a few )

her fav colors are pink, red, and white !

u can find her pinterest board here.

she is bisexual babey !!

(   𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.   )

party buddies - this is pretty basic and self explanatory, but someone blair can go out and have fun with. their friendship might be more surface level, or started that way at least, but it’s possible they’re closer friends ( maybe she opened up under the influence and it brought them closer aksdhsdjh drunk blair def would )

ex-fling/gf/bf - blair relationship hops, so she could have quite a few of these. we can plot it however, there can b feelings there, they can hate each other, of they can be just friends now, u name it !

unrequited crush -  ur character could have feelings for blair, but maybe she doesn’t feel them back or is unaware that they like her. this could develop into her eventually having feelings for ur muse or not, whatever we want ! OR blair could def have a crush on someone who does not like her back. maybe that person is super non-committal, or they simply do not like her back. we could plot this out however <3

current fling/friends w benefits - someone she is currently seeing/sleeping with. could be no strings attached, or there could b some feelings there. maybe they don’t want to make it anything serious, or maybe they’re ready to take it to the next level. maybe one person is ready to go further, and the other isn’t.

enemies w benefits - imagine the tension!!! they started out hating each other, but ended up hooking up. maybe it was a one time thing, or maybe they can’t stop going back to each other. i think it would b cool if they kept it a secret, they don’t want anyone else to know. this could develop in soooo many ways !

ex-friends - someone she used to consider a close friend, but they had a falling out for whatever reason n maybe they hate each other now. maybe they want to re-kindle their friendship but don’t know how

sibling-like friendship - someone she sees like a sibling. they’re there for each other and look out for one another, always have each other’s backs. being an only child and not really close to her parents, blair would love a friend that she could basically call family !

dynamic duo - basically like her current best friend. this person is prob one of the closest people to her and knows her very well ! they could b a power duo, always looking out for each other 

take care - someone who kind of looks after her ?? maybe when she parties a lil too hard and drinks a lil too much, someone who kind of takes care of her n makes sure shes ok ! they would be someone she trusts a lottttt

confidant - someone who confides in her or someone she confides in, or they confide in each other. they don’t necessarily have to be the closest friends ever, but they get along, trust each other, and maybe they talk more in private

rivals - they hate each other for whatever reason. maybe it’s jealousy or their personalities just clash, but for whatever reason they do not get along. i love a good enemies plot. they can just b nasty to each other !!! maybe they bring out a really bad side to blair that most ppl dont see. someone who makes her act like blair waldorf ( i’m def kidding abt the blair waldorf part )

bad influence - blair isn’t a goody-two-shoes by any means, but doesn’t really do anything crazy, so i’d luvv for someone to kind of influence her to do shit she normally wouldn’t on her own

these are all the plot ideas i can think of for now, but i’ll prob make a plots page later on and add more stuff !

so this is everything !! this has taken me longer than it should have but i’m finally done whew,,, cheers 2 me <3 anyway i would absolutely luv to plot, so feel free to hit me up on discord or tumblr im’s, or i can also come to u ! i’m so excited to get started <333 i’m gonna b logging off now most likely, since it’s 3 am my time, but i’ll be back in the morning

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Against the Odds [James Potter x reader]

Prompt: College AU ❃ Jocks are disgusting. Too good looking, too aware of it, too drunk and too dumb. Or so you thought.

A/n: This is for @marvelcapsicle ‘s writing challenge. Congrats on 3.5k my lovely Beth ♥ I hope you like it! GIF is not mine. If you need to zoom in on the texts, just click on the picture to do so.

Find the other parts on my Masterlist linked in my bio!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol & awkwardness

Word count: 3.7k

Part 1 - Idiots like that

College was fine. Sure, sometimes it was tough during exams, but overall fine. That’s what you would tell your parents and friends when they texted you and asked how you were doing. Fine with a smiley face. Not the boring kind of fine, just the averagely “not much going on in my life” kind of fine.

So was this Saturday. You woke up around nine and noticed that your roommate Louise hadn’t returned from her boyfriend’s dorm, as usual on the weekends. Pleasant. Having the room to yourself in the morning was nice. If there had been a possibility to get a single dorm room, you would have taken the chance immediately. Privacy was underrated.

Not that you didn’t get along with Louise. She was a nice girl. But you were two very different kinds of people and she liked to talk. A lot. Both of you had realised how little you had had in common after a few weeks of sharing the room in freshman year, so you had given up on making friends with each other rather quickly. It wasn’t a result of malicious intent though. Just two people who didn’t have enough common interests to keep a conversation going. So you had started sharing the room while not getting into each other’s business too much. You helped each other out when something critical was going on, but other than that, you lived your lives separately. Almost like co-workers who got along well at work, while both knew they would never spend a day with each other in their free time.

This Saturday, after lying in bed and scrolling through all sorts of social media for half an hour, you decided to lie in bed some more and picked up your laptop to watch an old season of Brooklyn 99 on Netflix. Some minutes into the second episode your phone vibrated once and you saw Remus Lupin’s name popping up on your screen.

A frat party. Wow. Not a thing you would have thought to be attending ever again. You had tried it out once when your best friend from back home had texted you to “come out of your shell more” and enjoy college. The party hadn’t been enjoyable a tiny bit tough, so you’d gone home and had called it quits for partying.  Remus was right though - you needed friends. It wasn’t that you had no one at all, but none of the people you were really close with were going to your uni, and anyone you had met here wasn’t worth the effort to stick with. Remus was a good guy - a friend of some sorts. You had partnered up with him several times in English class and got to know that even if he was quiet at first, he also was witty, smart and reliable.  You weren’t entirely sure why he would go out of his way and invite you to a party. You knew he wasn’t asking you out; that wasn’t the kind of relationship you had with him. But if he was nice enough to ask you, you should be nice enough to at least show up there for a minute.

So it was official. You would go to a frat party. Yikes. Even if the thought of drunk jocks put you off a little, you were excited to meet new people. Remus and his friends would surely be nice to hang out with and if they were like him, they would be far from the pissed-drunk guys you once fled from.

It was a few minutes past ten when you were on your way to the Kappa Delta Rho fraternity. A few minutes past ten and you already regretted your outfit choices. The burgundy top and black jeans felt fine, what you were worried about were the sneakers. Some groups of girls here and there were swarming to the house as well, but almost all of them wore high heels. The one’s that wore flats were rocking ballerinas and left you feeling like a fashion outlaw, a tomboy with no manners. Whatever - at least you weren’t going to suffer in half an hour. No one could make you believe that those shoes were even slightly comfortable.

When you could see the frat from afar, you took out your phone to send Remus a quick message.

Once you entered the house you were glad to be wearing your tomboy shoes. Someone had already spilt a gallon of sticky liquid all across the floor, and most girls struggled to walk without slipping. Joke’s on them.

As you looked across the room to check for a familiar face, Remus suddenly appeared between two people whose backs were facing you. He squeezed through the crowd and greeted you with a smile.

“Hey there,” he called, loud enough to drown everyone else’s voices and the music coming from another room. “I’m glad you came.”

“Hi,” you said as he pulled you in for a quick hug. “So am... I.”

He grinned knowingly. “Doesn’t sound too excited.”

“Well. I don’t come to these sort of things usually.”

“I know, I know.” He turned his head to watch the people storming in. Everyone seemed to be excited to get drunk and kill off their brain cells. “It’s not my favorite time to be here either.”

A girl next to you almost tripped and held on to your shoulder to stabilize herself, apologizing curtly before she went off. “Why are we here then?”

“To pretend we like being squished and yelled at,” he laughed, then turned around and started walking to the next room. “Come on, I saved us some seats.”

You followed him to what you assumed to be the living room. It was big enough to fit fifty people; they must have removed some furniture for the party. There was a table tennis table on the far end, where some dudes already arranged solo cups to play beer pong.  In the center of the room stood four leather sofas, two four- and two two-seaters, all facing each other in a rectangular constellation, with a wooden coffee table in the middle. One of the smaller sofas was unoccupied even though the room was packed, which left you guessing this was the reserved seat Remus had been talking about. You were right, he headed directly there and sat down on the end of the four-seater, next to a dark-haired guy in a leather jacket, leaving the two-seater for you alone.

When you finally reached it and sat down, you glanced around the room once more, still baffled why all those people would rather stand and be jostled every other second than take a seat. Your eyes darted back to Remus and you watched him talking to the guy next to him. The stranger’s hand rested comfortably on Remus’ shoulder, his tired grey eyes drawn to Remus’ mouth as he spoke until he suddenly looked over to you. His glance made you realize how awkwardly you were sitting. Your back perfectly straight, both hands folded on your lap like you were in church class. While you tried to relax and sit like a normal human being, who wasn’t extremely nervous to be at a random party, the guy drew Remus’ attention back to you by nodding your way.

Remus turned his head towards you and leant over the armrest so you could hear him better. “Oh, sorry. I haven’t introduced you yet,” he said. “This is my... This is Sirius.”

You reached out your arm to shake Sirius’ hand and introduced yourself, but didn’t miss the dirty look he sent Remus’ way.

“I’ve already heard a lot about you,” Sirius said, his nonchalant expression back in place, as he let himself fall onto the cushion again.

“Oh really? Only good things I hope,” you joked and begged he wouldn’t notice that you’ve never heard of him before.

Sirius grinned and clicked his tongue. “Of course.”

“So,” Remus said and raised both arms as if he was presenting the house to you. “What do you think? Not that bad here, huh?”

“Yeah, well,” you breathed and looked around the room again. “Not bad when you’re not getting pushed around in the crowd. How could you even save those seats when it’s full to the brim in here?”

They looked at each other with pleased smirks and Remus laughed inaudibly.

“Are you some sort of VIPs, or what?” you asked when suddenly your eyes went wide in realization. “Wait a minute... Oh my god, are you frat guys?!”

Now both of them laughed, Sirius scratched the side of his neck and laid his arm around Remus’ shoulder again. “We’re not.”

“They’d wish though,” Remus added.

Your hand landed on your chest automatically, thinking of how often you had made nasty comments on jocks and frat guys before. “Whew,” you whispered to yourself and swallowed down the lump in your throat. “Honestly, I was just preparing my funeral. But really, I wouldn’t have thought you were idio-”

“MAKE WAY FOR THE HOLY GRAIL!” Someone’s obnoxiously loud voice interrupted you. “For the golden liquid! The refill you all long for!” People started to part from the archway to the other end of the living room, until a tall black-haired guy came through, carrying a beer keg on his shoulder. He looked at you on his way to the beer pong table and winked. “No need to ask darling, I’ll save one for you!”

“Idiots like that,” you said as you pointed to the guy with your thumb and turned back to Remus and Sirius.

“Um yeah. We’re not in the frat, but our best friend is,” Remus explained and grinned again. “That’s him.”

Well fuck.

“I’m... sorry,” you said and tried to think of a way to take back every word that had left your mouth in the last five minutes. “I didn’t want-”

“All good,” Sirius chuckled as he stood up from the couch. “No big deal, we already know he’s an idiot. You guys want a beer?”

You just nodded along with Remus, hoping he wasn’t mad either. When Sirius had left to get drinks you took a moment to fester in your embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands, your elbows pushing down onto your upper legs. “I am so, so sorry. I’m just stupid.”

“Come on.” Remus’ voice still sounded like he was amused by the situation. Either he really didn’t care or he was good at hiding it. “I already know how you despise frats. You’ve told me. A hundred times I guess.”

“I know! And you’ve never told me your best friend was the cliche beer-keg-carrying frat king!”

“Isn’t that funny?”

“It’s not!” You watched Remus laughing, he let his head fall back onto the cushion of the backrest, his hand holding his tummy like he was a little boy. “I’m so embarrassed. Oh god.”

“It’s okay. We’re good, okay?” Remus said and you could tell he still had trouble hiding his grin. 

“Yeah, I guess.” You still felt like an absolute bitch and hoped Sirius would return soon, so you could hide your face behind a solo cup. Sirius! A good change of subjects. “So,” you began and quickly turned your head to check if he was still out of sight. “Sirius, huh?”

Remus’ grin vanished as soon as he saw your wiggling eyebrows. He moved closer to the armrest and leant forward towards you. “What about him?”

“Is there something going on? Between you? You and him, him and you.”

“It’s complicated,” he sighed and seemed to check for him as well. “Always complicated with us.”

“Oh.” Dropped a brick again. “Sorry. You never tell me about those things. Remus, you need to start telling me about all this!”

A tiny smile reappeared on his face. “Okay, okay. I’m gonna.”

When Sirius returned with two cups in his hands, he wedged himself back to his place next to Remus. Just when you started to wonder why he had only brought two cups, you noticed some abrupt movement from the corner of your eye. You looked over to your right just to witness Beer-Keg-Frat-King jumping onto the free spot next to you from behind the couch and were able to avoid being spilled on just in time.

“Whoops, sorry darling. My apologies,” Frat King said as he wiggled on his cushion and offered you one of the cups he held. “Promised I’d save one for you.”

He was the complete opposite of what you had imagined Remus’ friends to be like. Tall, broad shouldered, confident. Too confident, too aware of how good he looked. Messy black hair that looked like he just got out of bed and hadn’t bothered to do anything with it, because he was attractive anyway. The pair of round hipster glasses made him look cute and you hated that too. Careless, loud, annoying. Probably a huge douchebag as well. 

“James, this is Y/N from my English class,” Remus introduced you and made you realize how long you must have stared at Frat King.

“Oh, I thought so already. I’m James,” he said and raised the cup again. “I’d shake your hand but I’m a little occupied.”

“Hi,” you answered and took the cup. “And thank you.” Why the hell were you so nervous?

“How come I’ve never seen you around?”

Because you don’t care about your surroundings. “Um. I guess I’m not around much. I don’t go out very often.”

“What a shame, huh.” James grinned before he took a sip. What a fucking shame.

The hours passed quickly, you kept talking to Remus the most because he was the one you felt most comfortable with. James and Sirius shared some stories from freshman year and how they’ve managed to stay drunk for sixteen hours straight once. Smart? Not really. But quite impressive nonetheless.   Later on, another frat guy brought a tray full of shots and just placed it on the coffee table where you were sitting. Twelve of the small glasses were still full, so Remus did the math and placed three shots in front of each one of you. You took part in the first two rounds but backed out at the third. Lukewarm vodka was the worst. So James sacrificed himself and gulped down the last shot for you. Heroic. 

It was past one a.m. already when three other guys asked Remus, Sirius and James if they wanted to play beer pong. They agreed, so you got yourself another beer and watched them making fools of themselves for a while. All of them swore they were usually really good at targeting, and blamed it on the shots every time they missed a cup. After a while of watching them, when they were almost done, you felt yourself getting dizzy from the thick, warm air inside and told Remus that you would go outside for a minute. He offered to come with you, but you teasingly declined. You couldn’t stop them from winning now.

The house was still packed, so you wriggled through the crowd and tried not to get spilled or puked on until you finally made it to the other side of the living room and opened the glass door to go out on the terrace. The backyard was beautiful, even in the dark. The grass was nice and well kept, they had a pool and sunbeds all around. No flowers or fancy plants, but you guessed the pool must have been enough work to maintain for a bunch of twenty-year-old guys.

A girl was smoking a cigarette, but quickly stubbed it out and went back inside when you walked towards the pool. You were alone for a minute. Good. It wasn’t silent, the blaring music was still present, but a lot more damped than inside. You sat down sideways on a sunbed, just breathing in cool air and scrolling through Instagram for a while, until you heard the glass door behind you rattling and the music getting louder for a moment. Someone was walking your way. You turned around and saw him. James. Beer Keg James with his hands in his pockets. Damn. 

“Mind if I sit with you?” His voice sounded completely different suddenly. Calm, quiet, likeable. Soft.

“Sure,” you said and moved a couple of inches to make room. “I was just about to leave anyway.”

“Oh, why?”

“I don’t know. Just tired and dizzy,” you shrugged but smiled at him. “Did you win?”

“Of course!” He sighed when he sat down and moved his arms backwards to support his weight on his hands. “What a... What a night, huh?”, he asked and started chuckling. “Sorry I had one too many shots. You want to have some shots? I can get us some shots if you want. Nope? Okay, no shots.”

His babbling made you laugh and you shook your head lightly. “What’s the matter with you?”

“With me?” he asked and placed one hand on his chest over-dramatically. “What’s the matter with you is the question. I’m not the one sitting outside while there’s a party going on in there.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Well yeah. But I wouldn’t have... Whatever. My point issss.” He seemed to be thinking of something to say.

“Your point issssss?” you asked.

“I don’t know actually,” he said and laughed again.

You looked him up and down, watched as he had a great time with only himself and had to smile as well. “How come you’re friends with Remus?”

“Huh?”

“You’re so... Different.”

He sat up straight, still grinning, but squinted his eyes. “How would you know that, darling?”

“I know Remus-”

“Yeah, but you don’t know meeee.”

“From what I’ve seen today, you’re as different as can be. No offence.”

“Sure, but that’s my party alter ego. My drunk self, you know?” He smiled foolishly again and looked so innocent all of a sudden.

“Okay, I guess you’re right,” you gave in. “I don’t know you. The sober you at least.”

“That’s what I’m saying! We should go out sometime.”

“What?” 

“Yes!”

“Why?” You wouldn’t have thought that this conversation would go this way. Did he just ask you out on a date?

“Because,” he said and hiccuped. “I think you’re cute.”

“You’re super drunk my dude.”

“I know. That doesn’t make you less cute though. So, next Wednesday?”

His overly confident attitude paired with a decent amount of vodka and beer in his system made you laugh again. How could one human have so much poise?

“James, I���m flattered, really,” you grinned. “But you’re so drunk, I don’t think you’ll even remember talking to me.”

“Of course I will.” Now he seemed a little upset. “Let me at least get your number then. You can block me anytime.”

“Really?” you chuckled.

“Yeah!” he said and took out his phone from his back pocket. “There you go.”

You shook your head while you typed in your phone number. If someone had told you, you would have given Beer-Keg-Frat-King you number tonight, you’d called them crazy.

“Alright, thanks,” James said and pressed the call button. “Let’s hope you didn’t give me a fake number, or this will be pretty unpleasant for both of us now.”

A second later your phone rang and James hung up the call. “There you go. You can save me as Jamesssss. With an S.”

“I think I’ll save you as Beer Keg James,” you said as you unlocked your phone.

“Creative.”

“Or Jimbo.”

“Oh god.”

“I’m surprised no one’s calling you Jimbo actually,” you laughed.

“That would be... Awesome and terrifying.”

“Why?”

“The guys have always called me James. I guess because they’ve got these ancient names themselves. Back in high school, we were a group of four. Just imagine us.” He raised his hand and looked into the distance as if he was telling you something really fascinating. “Remus, Sirius, Peter.” His voice went really deep. “And Jimbo.”

You laughed out loud, even threw your head back for a second. Who would have thought he was so funny? “You’re right. That wouldn’t fit.” He nodded and still chuckled at his own joke. “Alright Jimbo,” you said. “I think I’ll head home now.”

“Oh already? Why?”

“You should always leave on a high note,” you told him and winked. You winked? Dear lord. “Good night, James.”

You left him sitting on the sunbed and could hear his voice mumbling ‘Goodnight’ along with another hiccup.

Sunday morning was slow and heavy. The hangover wasn’t that bad actually. You weren’t nauseous, just really drained. After noticing that Louise hadn’t slept in your dorm once again, you got up and took a much-needed shower. The thought of having to put clothes on and leave the house to get food put you off, so you lay back down in your bed with your bathrobe on and contemplated watching Netflix on your laptop until you would starve to death. 

When you scrolled through the comedy section you had to think of James and how funny he had been yesterday. Stupidly drunk, but funny. You wondered if he would even remember any of it. Surely the alcohol had made him forget everything. Still, there was a tiny spark of hope that he had texted you, so you took your phone from the nightstand and your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw his name on your screen:

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Drabbles... #8 Shade and any of his family not Farley or Mare. :)

#8 - “Forget it. You fucking suck.” 

Fade Modern AU  - A NewPlace

A/N: I’m so sorry this took me so horribly long. I can’t excuse myself saying I didn’t know what to write since the basics of the story were in my mind for a while. I can only hope the long time means I made the best version of it. As this is a modern AU, there’s a lot of real lfe stuff (as in my other AUs), but please don’t take it too seriously, I don’t have reliable personal experiences in every regard ;-)

As most of my stories, my Modern AUs are related/taking place in the same story at different times. Here are the other parts:

A New Place

Growing Up

The Dinner

Roman Holiday

The Wedding

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Shade POV

When I wake, all I seeis her face. I blink, too tired even to just move my hands and rub my eyes. Itfeels like the middle of the night.

Only the small bedside lamp fights the darkness, itsreddish sheen gentle to my senses as it reveals Diana’s widely open eyes. Shecrouches beside the bed, her hand on my shoulder.

“Sorry,” she says, because she woke me up. “Justtelling you I’m leaving for work.” She bites her lip, seeming insecure. “Andthen I’ll be at the uni, so until later … the afternoon.”

“Bye,” I whisper with a yawn.

She smiles faintly. She lingers, undecided whether tostay or go. I don’t want her to go, want to fix her with my eyes although I canbarely keep them open. I can only feel her fingers squeezing my shoulder oncemore, and her lips brushing a kiss on my temple. Then she rises and I wish tostay awake even more and to give her a real goodbye. But I barely notice herwhispered “sleep well,” and neither when she turns off the lamp and closes thedoor, leaving me behind to rest on in this cold and dim early morning.

I don’t remember what I dream afterwards, but when I’mconscious enough, I see Diana’s beautiful face, illuminated by the warm, redlight.

The secondtime I wake today, I’m hit by Diana’s absence. Theharshness of aloneness unsettles me, indeed so much I wonder where I am. Ittakes me a minute to recognize Dee’s flat. Our flat now, since I moved inyesterday. It doesn’t feel that way, like my home. When I stayed the nightbefore, it was at days when we both had the same schedule. On a free day, itmeant sleeping late, cuddling in each other’s arms, and a big and longbreakfast. If not, we woke together and left together. I thought that werecouple things to do. How wrong I was. Only now, alone here for the first time,I learn that Dee made it a welcoming place for me. Without her, I’m a fish outof water.

Between my bags and boxes, most still unpacked, andthe few things we’ve already found space for, the herness of the placespeaks to me. Her smell and phantom shape left on the bed, the book and waterbottle beside it. There’s the rack by the door, with my coat hanging ungainlynext to her bi scarf, her summer jacket and the empty space where her coat hasbeen, and a couple of clothes lying here and there. She doesn’t bother to putaway all of them, although the closet is just a meter away from them, from thebed, from the desk filled with her papers in progress. Everything is soclose to everything, the space made even tighter with the onslaught of myboxes. Separated from the “bedroom” only by an open wall, I can see the kitchencorner and its table from the bed, where some food or drink always lie readyfor a quick snack of the single inhabitant. The bathroom, invisibly on theother side of the wall, would be even worse, organized thoroughly utilitarianto see to Dee’s needs.

She left in a rush today, I remember, too fast andquiet for having cleaned much. Yet I find no stains of a breakfast at all andinadvertently, I ball my fists. Did she skip breakfast so she wouldn’t disturbmy sleep even more? Or was it a bout of morning sickness that killed herappetite? If so, it’s another thing I failed to notice. I moved in to be therefor her now that she’s pregnant, and all I feel is out of place and useless.

I let myself fall down onto the chair at the kitchentable and stare at the bread instead of eating it. I don’t know how we’llmanage. I can’t imagine how a child should grow up in this little den where Ican hardly find space for myself. I snort at the silly thought, as I didn’tgrow up a mansion either.

I promised Diana.

Yet I know the difference between wishing andbelieving and I feel anything but certainty.

While Dee’sday is scheduled with duties, I have the day off. We eventalked about this before, making it a reason for when to move in. “You canunpack and clean a bit,” she proposed, and I agreed, thinking nothing aboutstaying “home” alone for the first time. But the cleaning reminds me this isnot my home, and unpacking of how much more work and re-shelving the nextmonths – no, years – will bring.

After one bag of clothes, I give up. I grab twolecture books I’ve littered on the floor and snatch my messenger bag to getout.

I hesitate at the door, thinking what a horribleboyfriend am. I’m running away, I realize. But not really, I want tobelieve. I run to shake loose the looming dread, wishing to get one gaspingbreath outside of here. I hope.

I can’tconcentrate on the books while riding the train taking me to myhometown. My thoughts keep on revolving around that specific personal problemthat leaves no entry way for neither Socrates, nor Plato, nor Aristotle. Afterall, I know it isn’t nice to run to my family, about to tell them about its newmember without Dee present. She’s alluded to the matter before, vaguely, butnot decidedly. I let it rest in my uncertainly. Probably, she didn’t thinkabout it that much. She doesn’t have many people to tell, unlike me.

She needed some time before she told me about herfamily, but when she did, her relief in sharing her story was palpable. Almostlike she’s glad to have me as a family now.

I’ve felt proud about it, to be honest, as I suspectedshe trusted her college friend Tristan as much as me. They seem so close,having made me wonder what exactly went on between them. But as I got to knowhim better, my suspicions dissolved piece by piece. They’re friends, and godsknow she needs them, having come here to study as a foreigner. If she toldTristan her personal history, good for her. But I stick to the honour of havingbeen the first she trusted with her family’s fate.

Her mother and younger sister died in a car crash,mere months before her high school graduation. Her father wasn’t even home butoff on a military mission at the time.

His return for the funeral and to take care of thingsdidn’t improve the situation, least of all the relationship to his daughter. Hestayed with Dee until she left the house, the country, to study abroad and live with her aunt Rosa, hermother’s cousin.

Although Diana relied on family when she came here, itstill astounds me she needed to get away from her home, her family, hermemories in the first place. I’m going to all of them, at least for today, hopingto find my way. My dad’s been a soldier too, until he was gravely injured andforced into an early retirement. He still struggles with his past and his newlife, so I can imagine some of Dee’s problems with her father. I don’t pressher about contacting her father as it’s not my decision to make. I’m here tosupport her once she knows how to treat him. But I’d never be able to cut awaymy family from my life.

I doubt that’s Diana’s wish either. She misses the peopleshe’s lost and she’s grateful for Aunt Rosa. We told her about the baby a fewdays ago, when we started to prepare my move-in. While Dee just spat out thetruth after some hesitation, I hardly know what to say and Rosa hardly knewwhat to reply. But that awkwardness, the accidental eye contacts, pauses andhand-wringing, bonded us in a weird way.

Rosa’s cool, obviously, from what I’ve seen of her.She travels often due to her work, so Dee fends for herself most of the time,which gives me hope it’ll work out in the future too, when Rosa’s small housewill have not only one, but two new inhabitants. So far, Diana’s been hesitantto ask Aunt Rosa to take more rooms for herself – for us – although she doesthink we’ll need a study room for one of us to work alone without infantdisturbances. It’ll happen eventually, and this is why I’m moving in after all. Dee’s livings are easier to adapt for couple with a baby than collegedorms or a new flat.

The roads of the Stiltsare as wet as in the city, and as I walk the three kilometers to my old house,I pull up my hood against the wind and occasional raindrops. Yet rays ofsunshine break through the heavy grey clouds every now and then, giving onefalse expectations for a nicer weather. A tiny spot of warmth doesn’t drive offthe cold, or the winter settling in. Thus when I see the transporter at ourhouse, I don’t hesitate to ring the doorbell to get in.

I rue it immediately. I wasted my time not thinkingabout what to say. And while I crave just to jump into Mom’s arms, I don’tdesire to break Dee’s trust and spill out everything without her. I take a stepback like a coward, intending to re-consider my options. But before onepresents itself, the door opens, with my brother Tramy on the threshold, a mugin hand.

He smirks. “Hey, where do you come from!” he exclaimsand pulls me in. I follow without resistance. My brothers and I have ourquarrels, but I’ve missed him too much. The sight of the corridors, crammedwith our stuff, the smells of the rooms, the sounds … no, there are nosounds besides our shuffling feet.

I blink. “Is … no one here?”

“I’m here.” He laughs as we reach the kitchen. I rollmy eyes and sit down. Tramy chuckles as he refills his mug, obviously withcoffee, and raises his eyebrows suggestively when he takes the seat oppositemine. “Maybe you’ve forgotten in your fancy college life,” he says, “but it’s aweekday?”

I give him a shove although I do blush at his correctassumptions. I prompt only more chuckling. “What, it’s true,” Tramy says. “Thegirls are in school, Mom’s at work and Dad is at physio. Remember?”

I nod, blushing harder. And our oldest brother Breehas moved out, too. Yet I cross my arms obstinately and lean back. “And you?”

He takes a long sip from his mug and rises from hischair. “I should offer you a drink too, huh?”

“Like a good host?” I smirk. “Don’t worry, I don’tthink I count as a guest yet.”

He nods along and gets a coke from the fridge, andfills a glass that he shoves to me. I raise it in thanks.

“Finished the job in the neighbourhood early,” Tramyexplains. “I thought that’s the perfect chance for a good lunch at home.” Hewinks. “Don’t tell my boss.”

“You have lunch?” I ask.

“Sorry, too late.” He pats his belly and laughs whileI shake my head in jested accusation. The idea of our parents’ homemade food ismouth-watering. I down my coke instead.

“Why don’t know tell me why you’re really here?” Tramyasks, all jokes and amusement gone from his demeanour.

I freeze, startled and at loss for words, but Tramy’sseriousness doesn’t falter. It’s me who skittishly breaks eye contact to stareat my hands, knowing Tramy’s gaze remains on me. “I wanted to get some stuff,”I say with a shrug, lifting my head without looking anywhere. “I, uh, moved outof the dorm.”

“You what?!” he cries out. “Shade, you didn’t fuck up,did you? Didn’t leave college? Or got expelled? Tell me you aren’t ruining yourlife!”

“No! Tramy, please.” He’s rather morebewildered. I realize I’m again in the corner I wanted to avoid. And didn’t I‘fuck up’, in a way? “Maybe,” I concede, before a cackle overtakes me anddestroys any inklings of composure. I laugh so hard I start coughing, swallowit out, and laugh more, until my eyes tear up. So it takes me a moment tonotice Tramy’s aghast face, but even that doesn’t help me calm down quicker.The chuckles are still dying slowly as I hide my face with my hands, wiping myface.

“Don’t worry,” I manage to say eventually, “I moved inwith my girlfriend.” I lower my hands when Tramy sighs and in this second offalse relief, the words slip out, to never be taken back. “She’s pregnant.”

The following set of Tramy’s expressions are imagesfor the gods. Relief switches to shock, into disbelief and then amusement thatfreezes as it, finally, shifts into the appalled realization that I meant whatI said. He stares at me, with compassion and helplessness.

I wonder what I’ve looked like in these last seconds.I’ve no idea.

Tramy doesn’t ask more. He takes my hands, then he’sbeside me, hugging my head to his stomach, for I don’t know how long. I relaxinto is presence. He isn’t Mom or Dad, not my best friend, but he gives mesomething I need right now.

Shouldn’t Dee and I give that to one another?

The thorn of the sudden doubt cramps my heart. But I dowant this with Diana. We had it, and we’ll have it again. I won’t let stress,demands, responsibility, money, fucking life, take it from us.

“Have you thought about buying her flowers, Shade?”says Tramy, and pulls me out of my thoughts – as I pull away from him.

“What?”

He smiles. “A bouquet of flowers for congratulation.Roses – or whatever she likes. We have quite a variety at the workshop,especially for occasions … like this.” He shrugs. “Of course, I’ll give you‘uncle discount’,” he finishes with a wink.

M chair scrapes the floor as I jump up. Suddenly, Ican’t deal with teases. “Forget it, you fucking suck,” I snort, throwing up myarms and then grapping my bag to leave.

He runs after me, full of apologies. He clasps myshoulder and I turn, wanting to apology myself, to explain that Diana isn’tinto flowers. I can’t. Because Tramy’s more than sorry or concerned, he’sashamed.

“Sorry,” he says oncemore in an unsettlingly coarse voice. “I shouldn’t have … I mean, if you don’t… want …” He swallows, and I understand before he has to go on with hisstruggle for words.

“That’s not it,” I sayquickly. “That’s not it,” I repeat, quieter now, and let my head sink.

Tramy gestures to thecouch and I follow suit without resistance. Again, I sit down as he crouches infront of me, keeping silent to wait for me.

“We’ve having thebaby,” I state. He nods. “And I thought, uh, I don’t know what exactly. To askMom and Das about … stuff. Or for stuff.” I look up into Tramy’s eyes. “To behonest, I was uncertain whether to tell you all yet, without Diana. I guess, Icame without a plan.” I cackle, and I’m grateful Tramy doesn’t remark theobvious – although his creased brow speaks by itself.

But as I don’tcontinue, he swallows the words on his tongue, finding something better to ask:“What do you want, then?”

I snort. The decisivequestion. As if it didn’t chase me everywhere nowadays. “You don’t have to pityme, Tramy. I know what I’m getting into. I hope. I mean, we, Dee and I, we doour best.”

“I didn’t imply theopposite, but that’s not what I’ve asked about,” he retorts, his eyes boringinto mine. “Is it what you want? Because you don’t seem … elated.”

“I want Dee, okay?!” Isnap. “I love her, and I’m not letting her alone with it.” I gather the energyto dart one fierce glare at him before I fall back onto the couch.

“She asked me the samething, you know,” I begin. “But what should I have said? I couldn’t tell herwhat to do, and it was obvious she didn’t want an abortion. I don’t know whetherI would’ve wanted that, but …” I shrug. I lean farther back, so I face theceiling. “After a while, she told me why. She couldn’t imagine doing it. Not ingeneral, but for herself. She’s … lost too many people she loved to give up another.”

Silence. “And do youthink that’s unfair?” Tramy asks eventually, trying to tread carefully.

I jerk up anyway.“Unfair? That I support her in what concerns us both?” I shake my head. “It’sunfair it’s happening now. Unfair we couldn’t plan to have a child at our pace.Unfair that our situation is so insecure. Unfair that our child will have togrow up with this insecurity too.”

I’m afraid. So, soafraid. But I also wish to meet this new person that’s both Dee and me andsomeone entirely their own, and see them grow up. Sometimes, I dare to thinkabout how it’ll be, and not only to wonder about the problems it’ll bring. Iimagine their smiles and wobbly tries to stand, their first words and theSpanish I could teach –

“But it’s not unfairthat it exists, nor that the woman I love wants to … ah …” Heat creeps up myface. “That she wants a family with me,” I manage to conclude.

Tramy, having listenedattentively to my declaration, starts to grin like an idiot. “My little bro’sbecoming a dad,” he says. “Congratulations.”

I give him a shove. Hissmile becomes broader, and I feel my eyes starting to wet. “You could say‘thanks’,” Tramy reminds me, but instead of doing so, I fall forward andembrace him.

He returns the hug, hishands stroking my back during my sobs. I’m shocked this happens for the secondtime today, with him, but I’m not complaining. After the doubts plaguing metoday, I finally find my ground.

“Don’t tell the others,okay?” I rasp. “As I’ve said, I’m glad to have talked to you, but Dee and Ishould tell you all together. We’ll visit soon, or something.”

He pulls away to lookat me, his silly grin still plastered on his face. “Sure,” he agrees. “But canyou tell me before you come? I might get you something.”

I sigh, “Tramy …”

“No, listen. I’ll getyour girlfriend a plant, a nice little orange tree from the workshop.” Hewinks. “Then you can train to look after someone.”

“What? I don’t think –“

“And whenever Dianasees the tree, she can think of the us Barrows, welcoming her into the family.”

I’m too stunned forwords. I believe Diana will be too, if Tramy actually does it. But even so, Iknow he’s absolutely right. It’s a gesture she’ll cherish.

“That’s … cool. I mean,thanks,” I reply, awfully helpless, and wipe my face.

He accepts my gratitudewith grace.

I forgo my intention to searchthrough whatever baby utensils we might still have in attic; as the ones who’dknow, our parents and Gisa, aren’t here and Tramy has to return to his job. Inthe end, I guess I didn’t come to find some old blankets I won’t need formonths, but for something else. And I believe I’ve found it.

My brother offers tobring me to the train station with his transporter and I agree. When we arriveand I’m about to jump out of the cabin after a half-hug-handshake, Tramy pullson my sleeve. “Wait a sec,” he asks, and then we both go out to round thetransporter form different sides. Tramy rummages through the cargo area untilhe can produce a tiny bouquet of three red flowers that look like oversized daisies.

“Gerbera,” Tramyinforms me.

I raise an eyebrow.

“Well, I still think youshould give Diana a little present. It’s a treat from me, of course,” he adds.

“Okay, thanks, butactually, I didn’t go along with your bouquet idea because Dee isn’t intoflowers. At all.” He laughs. “What?!” I snap.

He pats my shoulder.“Shade, I won’t go on telling you that all women secretly love flowers becauseI know you’d only say I’m repeating florist ads, but see it like this:” Hetakes a breath and spreads his arms wide. “These are something nice andpretty,” he begins, and holds the bouquet toward me. “And before we talked, youdidn’t appear to feel nice and pretty at all.” When I frown, he adds, “nooffense, I don’t mean your face. But I’m just saying, put these in your flat,look at them, smell them, and think of today. Of anything you enjoy. Let themcheer you up for a second, okay?” He winks and hands me the flowers.Begrudgingly, I take them.

“You make adisturbingly good gardener-florist,” I admit.

He waits.

“And I’m glad of it.”

“You’re welcome,” heanswers, and we go on our ways.

Back at home, Dee’s home, I getback to settle myself in, to unpack and re-order, with more vigour than in themorning. I shove down my doubts about whether she’ll like changes in theclutter as they’re necessary. The sinking feeling remains, and it still nearpanics me to imagine a child and their things fitting in here as well. A baby, I remind myself, as in the end,we can always search for a bigger place in a few years. If we can afford one –

Still, while the weighton my heart has lightened, the prospect of thinking in years pulls me down to earth, every time again. But that isn’t abad thing. I won’t let it be.

With what I find in thekitchen, I prepare myself a late lunch, one also large enough to serve asdinner for Diana and me, once she comes home. Indeed, her absence tells me howlong this day has been. I make the best of being alone, starting with my ownpapers and homework after eating. The understanding and the words arrive fasternow with my new determination, while the sight of my phone poses a temptation totext or call Dee to feel closer to her.

I think I only refrainbecause while cleaning up, I saw she’s currently attending a lecture; thus Idon’t want to disturb her. I get back to writing.

I’ll have to learn herschedule by heart fast.

Darkness falls early thislate in the year. It doesn’t assist me in staying concentrated forever, so I’myawning for the fifth time and finally shut down my laptop when the dooropens. I sit up immediately and get up when Diana enters. She looks tired anddishevelled.

Instead of greetingher, I take her into my arms and she doesn’t hesitate for a second to leanagainst me. “I missed you,” I say softly, brushing her hair and loosening itsbraid even more by doing so.

“Missed you too,” shemumbles, before turning her head to kiss my cheek. I feel goose bumps at hertouch, while she’s wearing a thick coat that rustles at our movements.

She’s out of itquickly, tossing it and her bag aside in a motion so natural she must’ve doneso hundreds of times. Her fingers play with mine as she leads me to the bed tolay down. I rush to slide my laptop away. She groans as she let herself sinkinto the bed. “You didn’t have to stop working because I’m home,” she says.

“I did already. I’mjust making space.” When she raises her eyebrows, I add, “oh come on, we are still adjusting to living together.”

“We are,” she admits,smiling faintly. “But honestly, I’m too tired to work on it tonight.” She yawnsin demonstration, although it makes me worry a bit. Dee’s so energetic most ofthe time, is it the pregnancy that tires her? And if not directly, shouldn’tshe be careful not to exhaust herself either way? But I don’t tell her so.“Surely you’re hungry?” I ask instead.

“Later,” she mumbles,“give me a moment.”

I do. She splays on thebed she’s still used to sleep alone in on most nights, looking peacefulhalf-dozing and as gorgeous as when she laughs or argues.

I find a space tolounge beside her, stroking her thigh where I can feel the pulse of her blood.Has her pulse changed now that her body nurtures someone else, too?

Dee isn’t a thin woman.At a random meeting, a person would think nothing of the roundness of her bellyyet. But I know it’s new, the first sign she’s starting to show. It’s humbling,really, to glimpse our child come into existence.

I rest my head next tothe curve of her waist. As she isn’t fully sleeping, I’m not surprised when herhand finds its way to my head and begins to play with my hair.

“Sorry I didn’t reply,”she says eventually.

“Hmm?”

“When you texted. Ishould’ve replied.”

“No matter.”

“No – ” She gets up alittle, and so do I, slightly confused. “I know I implied I had no time tospare, but I did – well.” She blushes and her other hand moves closer to her,brushing her belly. I don’t think she notices. “I made an appointment with anobstetrician next Wednesday. I believe you’re free then?”

She appears genuinelyuncertain. I nod to relieve her. I’ll make time if anything gets in the way.

“Good. I thought it’sabout time, to find out if the little one’s alright.” She bites her lip and inthat moment, her composure shifts. “I’m afraid, you know. Really afraid. Idon’t want anything to happen to it. And also …” She hesitates, lowering herhead as her hand takes mine and holds tight.

“I just hope it’shealthy. If it wasn’t … if it was sick, I’d have no idea how we’d manage. Ourbudget’s tight. Probably will get only tighter after the birth. It’ll be sohard, Shade, and if we had to care for a sick child, nothing will – ” shestops, wiping her eyes. I inch closer to her, to embrace and calm her, althoughI fear the same. And I can’t promise her worries away.

“I’m so afraid, Shade,all the time. It’ll only get worse.”

“I know,” I utter,taking her other hand as well, squeezing and kissing it. I meet her eyes. “Iknow,” I repeat in a coarse voice. “I’m afraid too. And I’m grateful you speakabout it. We can’t pretend everything will be alright, can we?” She blinkswildly as a tear rolls down her cheek. I pull her closer still and she sagsagainst my chest. I don’t let go for a long time, rubbing her back and, finallymumbling some reassuring nonsense. The words aren’t the point. I’m here, withher, and I won’t leave, even though – or because – I might cry myself.

“Now I am hungry,” Dee says with asniff as we disentangle.

“Good.” I smile at herand start to get up. “I hope you like – “

“Shade?” She hasn’t letgo of my hand and her blue eyes staring at me tether me similarly. “Would youlike to know …”

“What?”

“You know …” She rollsher eyes.

“What?”

She snorts. “When we goto the ob/gyn, would you like to know if it’s a girl or a boy?” her playfulexpression vanishes as sudden as it came. Likely because my face fell.

“No,” I answer.

“That’s determined.”She lifts an eyebrow.

I sit down in front ofher and cup her face with my hands. “Dee, don’t you think that’s oneinformation we really don’t need yet?”

“Well …”

“And if theobstetrician is wrong? That would be worse. Not that the kid won’t know best intheir time…”

“Sure,” she agrees, andshifts onto her knees to kiss me on the mouth, her fingers soon on my cheek, myneck, my hair. Not that I can keep my hands off her. I love the feel of herwaist, the soft flesh above her hips contrasted by her strong back muscles.“I’m proud of you, Shade Barrow,” she whispers between kisses. “You make mebelieve we won’t be awful parents.

I laugh against herlips. “Ditto. And if worst comes to worst, I have a great family for help.”

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His Sister (Stan)(Part 4)(final)

A/n: We’re gonna skip ahead to senior year, so they’ve been dating for almost two years now and are, like, 17 or 18. So, yay :) Also, yes, I’m faceclaiming Jessie Eisenberg for teenage Stan lmao enjoy. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3596

Anon: Pidge

MASTERLIST

The Losers’ senior year of high school was coming to a close and they were all graduating. Tensions were already high with stress and cramming and figuring out university situations, but then Bill and Mike started fighting. They couldn’t be together for long without bickering, which would only too soon lead to full blown arguments. Richie and Y/n, who were put on edge by yelling - especially so when Bill would shove Mike or Mike would get really up in Bill’s face and it was a miracle that Stan and Eddie were there to comfort the twins otherwise they would have completely lost it.

The arguing quickly drew a rift in the Losers Club, with people taking sides. No one thought anyone was especially right in any of the arguing, since it was clear they were both yelling just to yell, but it evened out that Ben and Mike ended on one side with everyone else on the other, just because the original five were very loyal to each other and had been through more together. Despite the current friendships they had, Y/n, Richie, Eddie, and Stan were closer to Bill than Mike. Ben just didn’t want Mike to be alone.

The breakup was almost a relief. Almost.

Mike pushed Ben away and the two went on their own for the last few months. Time seemed to be undoing itself, reverting all of them back into what they used to be before the summer none of them could remember. Mike started to remember things. Things he didn’t really want to, but couldn’t help thinking of. Feeling like an outcast again brought up memories of a summer that made him nauseous.

Ben, isolated and alone, started to have the same thing happened. Except instead of facing it he just became a womanizer, drowning his memories in alcohol and women, trying to block out the image of red hair and glittering green eyes and smile that made his heart flutter- a girl he didn’t want to remember and the summer when she had been apart of his life.

Bill began to push his friends away, becoming immersed in his writing instead of his art, creating gory horror stories and ignoring everyone outside of his paper world. And so it was down to four- Richie, Eddie, Stan, and Y/n- held together only by the fact that Eddie and Richie were dating, so were Y/n and Stan, and Y/n and Richie were siblings. Bonds that couldn’t be broken without ripping them completely in two.

After losing his best friends (especially Bill, who they always thought would be by their side), Stan was on edge to say the least. Scared of losing Y/n, which would also lead to losing Richie and Eddie as well. The idea of losing Y/n made him want to throw up.

Throughout the year, the four had applied to colleges, trying for a lot of the same ones so they wouldn’t be separated or too far apart.

Eddie went through his first, opening the six letters in his hand and quickly reading the beginnings out loud to his friends. “You got accepted into TWO?” Y/n gushed. “That gives you options!”

Richie leaned over, placing a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “That’s my boy.”

Blushing, Eddie pushed Richie away, but his grin gave him away. “Open yours, Trashmouth.”

Richie obeyed, obviously shaking as he opened his five letters. From the two he had coordinated with Eddie, Eddie had gotten into one of them, so he opened that one last. After getting into three (including the other one he and Eddie coordinated with each other), he opened the one letter he wanted a yes from.

His smile faded. “I didn’t get in.”

Eddie moved close, kissing his boyfriend’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Richie. We won’t be super far. We can visit and write letters and call and all the cheesy long distance stuff. We’ll have plenty of chances to make up for lost time.” Richie smiled and they kissed, Y/n giggling as Stan pretended to gag. “Okay your turn,” Eddie declared, leaning into Richie’s side as he motioned to Stan.

Stan went, revealing that he’d gotten into three out of the four colleges he’d applied for. Two of them were the ones he and Y/n were both aiming for, so he was happy with his results. He leaned over, leaving a chaste kiss on Y/n’s cheek. Over the last year he’d definitely changed significantly in how romantic and publicly lovey he was, but for the most part he was still pretty reserved unless alone with their friends two on two. “Your turn.”

Y/n grinned, pushing aside the two in her hand that Stan had gotten into. She had two chances. She hadn’t done as well as she’d wished in high school, getting hit with one of the worse cases of senioritis and biffing it hard. She was hoping that her turn around in the second semester would come through, after she had done a lot of work to counteract it with her friends’ help and had also done fairly well in school before this year. She was sure she’d at least gotten into ONE school, surely.

As she opened letters, though, her heart sunk into her toes. She’d applied to nine colleges- NINE- and seven of them hadn’t accepted. She held the two in her hand that she’d set aside, anxiety rising in her throat to choke her. “Guys what if I haven’t gotten into college at all?” She looked tot her friends, her eyes wide and terrified.

Richie’s hold on Eddie tightened but he hid his nervousness with a smile. He didn’t know what he would do if that happened, but he had to comfort his sister right now. “You’ll get one, Y/n. This is just the universe’s way of telling you that you and Stan were meant to never part.” He made kissy noises, successfully getting everyone to laugh and Stan and Y/n to blush.

Stan moved right up next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “Come on,” he whispered. “Rip the bandaid off.”

So she did, tearing the two letters at the same time and taking out the first. She about threw up as she read out loud, “Thank you for sending your application in... blah blah blah... but we’re sorry to inform you... and so on.” Richie and Stan exchanged looks as Y/n pulled out the last letter with shaking hands. She held it without opening it or reading for a long time before she took a breath, her voice shaky as she opened it and started to read, blinking around her tears. This was important. She HAD to get into at least ONE college after all that work, right?! “Thanks for your application... mhm... yeah... I swear these colleges all have the same introduction like get original... we wish to inform you...” Her face became blank and her eyes widened, her body freezing.

“What?” Eddie snapped. “Did you get in?”

Stan scanned the paper quickly. “We wished to inform you that we- we accept your application and appreciate the hard work and dedication you showed. Wait, what?” He grew quiet. “Oh, one of your teachers sent a letter of recommendation to them!” He grinned. “Y/n you got in!”

“I got in,” she whispered.

The boys all jumped up, the letter still in Y/n’s hand as she began crying, all of them patting her on the back or ruffling her hair or shaking her gently by the shoulders, grins on their faces as they congratulated her. She finally snapped out of it, tears of relief falling down her face. “Oh don’t cry,” Eddie whimpered, pulling her into him.

“I’m just so happy,” she whispered. And soon they were all group hugging and giggling quietly, relieved at the wonderful outcomes of the night.

A few months later, they were all graduated and using the following summer to pack and plan for the next coming school year. Stan and Y/n were headed out together, Richie and Eddie on their own.

Richie wrapped his arm under Y/n’s head, locking her against his chest. “You better call me every weekend!” He threatened. “Or I might have to track you down and beat you and Stan the Man up both.” Stan laughed at the idea of Richie beating anyone up, Eddie muffling his amusement for the sake of his boyfriend’s pride. They were all hanging together for a last night in Derry meal and after Y/n had insisted that everyone better stay in contact, Richie had lashed out jokingly to tease her. And here they were.

Y/n’s hands weakly pawed at Richie’s arms. “HEY!” She interjected, her face screwing up even though he wasn’t really hurting her.

“Promise me!” He insisted.

She huffed, glaring at her best friend and boyfriend as they sat back and laughed, simply watching. “Fine!” She groaned. “I promise!” Richie cackled, rubbing his knuckles against the top of her head. “WHAT THE FUCK, RICHARD?” He finally let her go, laughing too hard to keep a hold on her. She shoved him and then Stan, who was still laughing. “You all suck ass!”

A few hours and enough teasing to last the time away they’d endure with the distance, the last standing Losers moved to the three cars in the parking lot of the diner, each one packed and ready for a long trip and a new life. They had a surprisingly small amount of stuff they wanted to take and save from the life they thought they were leaving behind forever, far too ready to leave and start over with only each other as a reminder of their old lives in the shitty town they all hated.

The Losers exchanged last hugs (even the boys did their dumbass bro hug considering how long they’d be apart) and Richie and Eddie kissed. “Call me when you get to your dorm,” Y/n told the two boys. “That way I’ll know you’re safe at the very least.” They nodded and then they all parted ways except Stan and Y/n who got in their car together.

The first months of uni were spent adjusting and finding new jobs as soon as possible and hitting it all headlong. It was better people-wise, but had more work that was harder. Stan and Y/n were living on campus for now, seeing each other mostly to study or go on their weekly date to catch up or vent or just spend time together. With everyone so busy between school and work and maintaining relationships, the calls from Richie and Eddie got less and less but Y/n knew that they were okay- just busy, like her.

Just as her and Stan were falling into a nice, comfortable routine, Y/n got a call from Richie. “Hey I was wondering if you guys wanted company for Christmas? I kind of don’t have a lot of friends here and no one else to visit so...”

Y/n covered the receiver end of the phone, turning to Stan to whisper, “It’s Richie.” The boy nodded, returning to his homework, leaving the twins to talk. “We would love to have you here!” Y/n said to her brother, smiling. “Are you bringing Eddie?”

There was a pause. “Uh... oh. I hadn’t told you?” Y/n’s smile faded. “The distance was too much for us- Eddie and I broke up.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Oh. I- I’m so sorry Rich.”

“It’s fine,” Richie covered quickly, moving on. “I’ve been busy with school, haven’t thought about it too much. You and Stan still together?”

Y/n smiled weakly. “We are. He’s here right now, want to say hi?” Stan looked up, a frown drawing on his face at Y/n’s bittersweet expression.

“Nah,” Richie hummed. “Tell him hi for me. I’ll head down the day before Christmas Eve and stay until after Christmas if that sounds good to you guys?”

“That sounds perfect,” Y/n managed, her heart suddenly heavy and sad, knowing how broken-hearted her brother was when he loved Eddie with all he had in him. “It’ll be so good to see you again. I’ve missed you.”

Richie chuckled softly. “I’ve got months of teasing to make up for,” he joked weakly.

Y/n’s smile strengthened. “I look forward to it. See you in a few weeks.”

“See ya.”

The call ended. Y/n hung up the phone, moving to her spot at the kitchen table with a heavy sigh, her hand pulling through her hair. “What’s wrong?” Stan asked, putting his pencil down and turning his attention to his girlfriend.

Y/n frowned at the table. “Richie and Eddie broke up.” She pulled herself together as Stan let that process, falling part as she gathered her strengths. “And then there were three.” The joke was weak and neither of them smiled. “Come on, homework.”

The rest of the day they sat in silence, Y/n reaching over to touch Stan’s leg comfortingly when the dark mood settled longer than either of them at all wanted. Richie and Eddie were supposed to be the ones to make it. Despite everything and all odds, they were perfect and made for each other. After losing all of their friends and now the world’s best couple breaking up, it seemed the Losers were doomed to lose each other. Y/n didn’t know why Stan was so upset since she was only sad for her brother, but Stan got the horrible feeling that it was only a matter of time before he lost Y/n too.

When they finished, Y/n began packing her things. “I’ll see you later?” She asked, kissing Stan’s cheek. When he didn’t respond, she frowned.

“Actually,” he croaked out. “Could you stay?” He looked up at her and the anguish she saw in his eyes made her frown even more. He stood, pulling her close and kissing her passionately, their bodies flush together and his fingers smoothing over her waist, her hands in his hair on instinct. “Stay,” he mumbled against her lips after he softened the kiss.

She half smiled. “Of course, Stan. I’ll just borrow one of your shirts for tomorrow.” She chuckled, putting her bag back down on the chair she had sat in before. Stan was pleased. He stayed quiet as she moved to make dinner, seeing what they had before settling on spaghetti. Which only served to remind her of Eddie - and, inevitably, Richie and Eddie together - which made her sad all over again. But she sucked it up and started cooking. Stan came up behind her, his arms around her waist, pulling her into him from behind. His lips ghosted her neck and she smiled. “What’s up with you?” She asked, chuckling. “I would say you’re horny but you’re acting too timid right now for that. The last time you got shy about wanting to have sex with me was the first and the last time.” They both smiled at the memory as Y/n finished up dinner, turning off the stove and then facing Stan with a concerned expression. “What’s wrong, Lover Mine?”

Stan almost smiled at the nickname, his eyes scanning and taking her in as if it was the last time. “I’m sorry to worry you. I just...” his face twisted. “I don’t want to lose you. Like Bill lost Mike and Richie lost Eddie. Like how we miss all of our friends. I’ve been anxious about it since Bill and Mike broke up, but after losing everyone and now Eddie and Richie breaking up I just feel like the end is waiting around the corner. I want you here. With me. Close. I want you to know how much I love you. How much I want you. I just... I don’t want to lose you.”

Touched, Y/n gently cupped Stan’s face. “I love you so much, Stanley Uris.” She pulled him close gently, more guiding, until their foreheads touched. “You will not ever lose me unless you want to.”

“I never will,” he interrupted very seriously.

“Then I’m not going anywhere,” Y/n eased. “Ever. I’ll be right here by your side forever, Stan the Man.”

Stan smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Thing Two.”

They both laughed. “Oh god it’s been ages since we used those nicknames,” Y/n groaned.

Stan kissed her nose. “I like them. We should use them more often again.”

The girl nodded. “If you want.”

They parted to eat dinner, keeping conversation a constant stream with breaks of warm, comfortable silence. They cleaned the table together and then got ready for bed together, Stan hovering close to Y/n. She didn’t much mind, liking how close and gentle he was being after having to spend so often separated and busy and stressed and alone. They crawled in bed, cuddling up and falling asleep after a last kiss and exchanging whispered, sleepy ‘I love you’ declarations.

-

“Good morning!” Y/n declared toward her brother as she woke up Christmas morning. The last day had been spent decorating and reliving traditions, Y/n insisting on waiting until Richie was at the house to do it. They’d had loads of fun and then ended the day with Christmas movies and one present opened each, where Y/n brought presents for the boys specifically, insisting they open the one she gave them and save the rest for tomorrow. They were Christmas sweaters that fit each of the boys’ dorky quirks.

Richie’s was made with loud colors and crazy designs framing a snowman with sunglasses on and his middle finger up. Richie was still laughing for hours afterward.

Stan’s was warm and soft and simple, with his favorite bird on the front. It made him smile, prompting him to pull Y/n close for a sweet kiss. Both boys were wearing their sweaters that morning and it made Y/n’s mood sky rocket.

Richie smirked, looking between his sister and best friend. “It will be,” he finally responded, referencing Y/n’s bright greeting.

The twins looked at each other. “That was vague and slightly ominous,” Y/n edged. She looked at Stan. “What’s going on?”

Stan’s face gave nothing away. “Just Richie being a moron. Let’s open presents.” Trusting that it must be a present Stan had told Richie about, Y/n went along with it. They sorted the gifts and then began opening, going one by one in turns from oldest to youngest.

When all the presents were done, they put their new stuff away and joined up again in the living room. “Y/n?” Stan asked. She looked over. “There’s one more present I haven’t given you yet.” He held out a wrapped box that fit in his palm, his smile bright but closed lipped. Y/n looked at Richie but for once the Trashmouth was purposefully keeping his face blank so she wouldn’t know anything- that made her more nervous than anything else could ever have.

Richie took out a camera to record as she took the present, unwrapping the box. It was black and velvety which made her heart explode in her chest. What had Stan GOTTEN her and why was she so incredibly nervous?! When’s she opened it, she was confused. “It’s empty. You got me an empty box?”

Stan suddenly took a breath, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something small, holding it between his fingers. Y/n looked at Richie who was grinning like there was no tomorrow and then looked back at Stan just as he got down on one knee.

Face red and nervousness obvious, Stan held up the ring for Y/n to see. Her hands flew to her mouth, the box dropping to the floor. Richie snorted as Stan jumped and for a second Y/n thought she had ruined the moment before Stan collected himself and began talking. “Will you, Y/n Tozier, make me the happiest I’ll ever be and agree to marry me?” Y/n stared at him with pure shock, her hands and lips quivering as she tried to regain he composure. The silence stretched on and Stan looked at Richie, who nodded to him encouragingly. Stan stood, chuckling. “Thing Two? What do you say? Hm?”

She lowered her hands. “Oh my god Stan YES!”

A grin like none other Stan had worn before exploded on the boy’s face and he slipped the ring on Y/n’s finger before scooping her up and pulling her close, kissing her passionately.

Richie stopped recording, cheering and whooping and hollering.

There should have been more noise and commotion. In another world, Ben would have been squealing and Mike would have been laughing as Bill, Richie, and Eddie saw who could yell louder without sounding any less happy. Bev would have been crying, bouncing on her feet. Mike would have pulled Bill close, their eyes meeting and a promise for the future clear in their smiles. Bev would have kissed Ben’s cheek and Eddie and Richie would have flat out kissed each other right there, having to be pried apart for the betterment of everyone having to watch them, Y/n and Stan crying and laughing and surrounded by their friends that had long since been family. The Losers’ Club, all grown up and still together despite all the odds.

But this wasn’t a different world. This was their world. They had to settle for the short moment of bursting, sparking energy and Richie alone hooting and hollering and stomping his feet despite neighbors to make up for the silence around them. In the happy moment, they felt the absences of each friend- even the ones they’d forgotten like Ben and Beverly.

For now it wouldn’t bother them. It was Christmas and Stan and Y/n were engaged and that’s all that mattered. Just for tonight. Just for tonight.

[wanna-17]

bae jinyoung first meeting! AU

summary: in which you go a camping trip with family friends and meet the hot son ^^ 

length: 1.5k

a/n: idk omg this was so hard to write and i feel like it was very poorly done :( also heaps busy with uni as finals are slowly coming up :( also on a brighter note, thank you all so much bc i reached 100 notes for daehwi, guanlin and jisung’s first meeting aus!! please continue to show some love and alsp please please give me some feedback and let me know how you found it! 

note: y/f/n = your family name 

“i don’t want to go pleaseeee” you begged your parents

your parents had suddenly announced that the family would be going on a camping trip with some family friends 

apparently they were best friends with your parents in college and they would go on double dates together but then when they graduated, they lived lives separately as your parents had moved to america to pursue a new life and only to have moved back to seoul after a few years in america

you couldn’t comprehend how ridiculous this situation was

why would your parents make their only daughter go camping with strangers

“no y/n, we told you, everything’s settled and the Baes are bringing all the tents and have prepared everything” said your dad

“how can we say no when they paid for and prepared everything” added your mum

“well you can just say i got sick” 

“no, we don’t lie” replied your mum, “plus they’ve got 3 kids, and the eldest son is your age. i met him and he’s very polite and handsome” 

you rolled your eyes

“please mum we have different opinions about handsomeness”

“well you are coming no matter what y/n, you need to start packing, we’re going at the end of this week when your break starts” said your dad 

“but-” you protested

“not buts, you’re coming” cut in your mum

time skip woohoo

the school term ended and you were sitting at the back of the car with your luggage 

you’d never been so annoyed in your life and your plan was to fake sick the moment you got there 

you fell asleep on the way there 

“y/n wake up, we’re almost here” called your mum

you slowly start to open your eyes and take in your surroundings 

the car was driving into some camping ground 

and the first thing you laid your eyes on 

was a handsome boy who was setting up a tent 

you plastered your face against the window in hopes to get a better look at this guy

hey even if this camping trip was gonna be boring at least you could have some eye candy LOL 

just as you were staring at him, the guy looked up and made eye contact with you 

you quickly flung back in your seat and huddled down hoping that the guy hadn’t seen you and that the inside of the car was dark so he hopefully wouldn’t be able to see

you were probably derping while your face was plastered lmao

you parents parked the car and you guys got out all your luggage which was really just 3 buffer bags 

just as your parents had locked the car, a couple around your parents age approached them 

smiles all around and hugs while you stood there awkwardly holding a smile waiting for them to acknowledge you 

after a good 5 minutes of the reunion they finally talked to you

“y/n, it’s so nice to meet you, you look just like your father,” said the man 

“haha thanks, nice to meet you sir, i’m not sure how i feel looking like my father,” you joked casually 

your parents and the couple laughed at you

“i like y/n, she’s witty and beautiful,” says the woman, “i’m sure she’ll get along with our kids especially jinyoung since they’re the same age” 

they started heading towards the camping ground area while you followed behind giving them space to catch up after 20 years 

you guys walked for a while before reaching a corner where 3 tents were set up

and then you realised

...................

this was where you were checking out the handsome guy who’d caught you 

nOOOOOOOOO pls no no no you said internally 

too late

“jinyoung! daehwi! sejeong! come out and meet the y/f/n!” 

you hid behind your parents quickly and 3 kids came out; 2 boys and 1 young girl 

and to no surprise, one of them, presumably the oldest was the guy you were checking out earlier 

the girl looked really young and bubbly as she skipped out and greeted your parents 

“hello y/n unnie, i’m sejeong, nice to meet you!” said the girl, sejeong, who was only about 7 years old 

the other boy (not the one you checked out) was also really handsome and bright 

he greeted your parents and introduced himself to you as daehwi and you learnt that he had a chill and friendly personality 

you slowly turned towards the eldest son who was greeting your parents, he had a small smile and didn’t talk much 

when he turned to you, he simply nodded with no expression on his face

you thought he looked scary and intimidating, sure he was handsome but it was an intimidating kind of handsome 

you could feel your cheeks getting slightly warm so  before anyone could notice the red of you cheeks 

you quickly headed into the tent that you were allocated to which you had to share with sejeong 

sejeong followed you in wanting to help you unpack which you lowkey didn’t want lol

luckily daehwi was a sweetheart and was like ”sejeong let’s give y/n some time to settle and unpack. meanwhile, let’s go and play speed!” 

you had time to cool down and time for yourself

but little did you know your parents and jinyoung parents were playing matchmaker already 

“our jinyoung is really shy around girls and y/n is so nice and outgoing we need to make them interact” said jinyoungs mum

“yes, i think they would look cute together,” giggled your mum 

the other adults nodded in agreement 

“we should make them cook dinner together,” suggested jinyoung’s dad

“yeah, y/n is great at cooking plus your son is so handsome, i’m certain i saw y/n blush” said your mum 

they decided to call their children over and you come out in more comfortable clothing

jinyoung also arrived and omg he had just had a shower as his hair was still dripping wet and he had a towel around his neck 

“y/n and jinyoung, you guys will be cooking tonight as the adults have had a long day, you two can get to know each other while you guys can cook !!!! ;)” said your mum happily 

you two look at each other and you feel yourself getting slightly nervous 

you two headed towards the bbq area where there was a table with all the ingredients 

there was salad as well as meat to be grilled and other small snacks and ingredients for fried rice

“do you know how to cook” you asked jinyoung

he shook his head while rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down slightly embarrassed which you found cute omg 

“hmm how about you can wash the leaves for the salad and chop the ingredients for the fried rice and i’ll grill the meat and cook the fried rice” you suggested

jinyoung nodded in reply without saying a word

you sighed, why was he so quiet??? you honestly hated silences and preferred to be in conversation 

you made several more attempts to engage in conversation with the quiet boy but there was no reply and you didn’t even know what his voice sounded like 

he just nodded or shook his head

you gave up and and for the next 10 minutes the both of you worked in silence side by side 

“hey y/n, where should i put the bbq pork?” 

you were so shook that he spoke as it was really unexpected as you had been daydreaming that you dropped the tongs you were holding resulting in you burning yourself idk how but for the plot lets go with it lmao

“omg are you ok y/n? i’m so sorry” says jinyoung in a panicked voice as he grabbed your hand and turned off the bbq thing 

he examined it and you were shook not even from the pain but by the fact that he had spoke and his voice was so nice??? and he was like worried??? for you?????

all of a sudden, he grabbed your hand and dragged you  towards the sink 

he turned on the tap and gently pushed your hand under the cold running water 

you noticed he was still holding onto your hand and you felt yourself smiling in embarrassment 

jinyoung was focused on staring at your hand

“um jinyoung it’s okay i can do it myself!”

“no just stay still please” 

so you stay still and you can’t help but to admire how caring and attentive and gentle he was despite giving off cold vibes at first 

this went on for a few minutes

you staring at him in admiration and smiling to yourself and jinyoung staring down at your hand

little did you know he was super nervous thats why he couldn’t look anywhere else besides your hand 

when he turned off the tap, he looked up and caught you staring at him

“why do you keep looking at me?” asked jinyoung 

“uhhhh well i was wondering why you were so quiet at first?” 

“well, do you really want to know?” 

“ofc”

“then lean in closer” gestured jinyoung

you suspiciously leaned in closer as he smiled at you

“its a secret” 

ALSO MTL’s are open for wanna one as well as got7 THEIR NEW SONG SHDKHWKU, exo and seventeen. also i’m considering writing for stray kids lmao.

other wanna one members: daehwi (x), sungwoon (x), woojin (x), guanlin (x) and jisung (x) 

[bitmapdreams]

I think I've heard you say you enjoy turn-based games before, and you've posted bioshock infinite fan art, but I've never seen you talk about games before. What are your favourite games? (Or really just tell us anything about you and gaming!)

TL;DR: Yes I play games!

I haven’t been so active ever since I graduated school and started working, because… 9 to 5 job… raising a kid as a mother… but games and video games have always been a big part of my life!

It was the 90s so my mom was against violence in video games so I watched my elementary school guy friends play things like Street Fighter 2, Sonic, Tomb Raider, KOTOR.. but never picked it up.

I eased into computer games through puzzle games like Myst, and Humongous Entertainment (Pajama Sam, Spyfox, Backyard Baseball), and edutainment games like Oregon Trail 3 and Where in Time is Carmen San Diego. I always played with my sister! My neighbor and I also played this Indiana jones top-down adventure game a lot. I also loved things like petz, sim farm, sim tower, sim city, and roller coaster tycoon, and the sims and sims2, oh and this game called “creatures”?

My family are big card players and board game players, and I grew up playing a version of speed solitaire that only exists in my family. In 4th grade I somehow played online poker via America Online…? And when someone asked my age I lied and said I was in 5th grade lol. My sister and I still love playing board games, especially Serenissima and Clueless (a version of Clue we came up with where you play without a notepad). a few friends in high school played Warhammer so I watched that a bit.

In middle school I got into TCG’s, mainly Pokémon and Magic the Gathering.. I had a solid Armadillo Deck in high school.. I used to play with this education tool called Interactive Physics in the computer lab a lot. Also loved this website called Orisinal, which come to think of it has informed my aesthetic a lot. I got a gameboy color and played Pokémon Blue, Kirby’s Tilt n Tumble, Conker’s Pocket Tales.. I got into DDR for a hot minute, Marvel vs Capcom, King of Fighters, Guilty Gear..

My first console was a translucent orange N64, I loved games like Harvest Moon and Hey You Pikachu, Mario Party 2 (the best), beetle adventure racing, tons of games rented from blockbuster, and I would watch my guy friends play StarFox and Smash Brothers. Before it came out, I ran emulators of Pokémon Gold on my computer and tried playing through it in Japanese haha. I super got into the Japanese emulator for the Pokémon trading card game gameboy game!

When I got in high school I finally got a PlayStation, and I fell hard for Final Fantasy. My first was 9, and I went back from there. It’s hard to go back from 9 to 8 and then to 7. In the end I lost interest in 7 and never finished it. Also followed the squaresoft road and really loved Legend of Mana! I watched G4 and cosplayed as game characters at anime cons and stuff. Got my PS2 to play Final Fantasy X, loved the core Kingdom Hearts games, Katamari Damacy.. odd titles like Magic Pengel.. doubled down with X-2, HM:BTN.. not a lot of ‘violent’ games or shooters. (My family all played our Wii Sports to pieces, etc..) I watched my friends play a ton of GTA, and I loved just listening to the radio!

I spent a ton of time playing Ragnarok! I got to the Monk class, had some pretty rare headgear, which was so fun. In college I got my PS3 and played a mess of stuff, some tekken and Soul Calibur, but really just got busy with uni and then work.. I lived in Tokyo though so I would go to TGS and soak it all in. I saw Adam Sessler and Morgan Webb taping a segment there one year! But my interest was mostly on the peripheral, I checked out of it as a hobby for a good amount of years until I got an iPhone and then started watching let’s plays on YouTube!

I got back into following games as a medium through being interested in the development of Bioshock Infinite. During college, when I went back home for the summer, I spent a night hanging out in a park with my high school friends listening to them talk about how cool this game called bioshock is. Sounded too scary for me, but I plot searched the hell out of it online much like I do when I’m interested in scary movies but don’t want to watch them…?

So when I heard a new one was coming out I casually followed it through its development, then watched lets plays of it when it came out in real time, and just got super into it because I had been studying the history of math and science in college, and so I was studying about the history of quantum theory and stuff right at the time. then because of all that I got into watching gaming related stuff on YouTube, watched a lot of rev3 et all, gamergate happened, yeah..

But I still play games on muh lonesome, and still watch let’s plays of games I don’t have the skill or time to play! I think I’ve watched let’s plays of most of the major games for 2013-2016 in the process! I really liked Firewatch! Watched through Lots of older ones too. I really got into watching videos of the Arkham series, and from that I started watching deep dives on US comics by people on YouTube, etc… also found MBMBaM via games!

So I don’t think my story is unique but I’m sort of more of a spectator of what you may call your classic video games, and the ones I do play are either strategic, or laid back.. usually turn-based. But looking back I certainly have experienced more than someone who doesn’t!

Nowadays I love Civilization 4 with a passion, retroactively played through the Bioshock Series while I was on maternity leave (my first time playing a shooter!) which was an important touchstone for me as a person for many reasons.. separate from my opinion of the game itself, but either than that though, I haven’t picked up a controller since Splatoon. ..well that’s a lie, my toddler *loves* wii-u party. But, still haven’t gotten around to buying a PS4. Or a switch. But ive played through Riven and Exile on my iPhone, recently played Oxenfree, um let’s see, I backed We Happy Few, and it freaks me out to play but I got pretty good at playing one of the earlier versions! I listen to a lot of video game podcasts, too, though I think it’s more from a companionship stance than anything.. I still live in japan and most of my social circle doesn’t speak English, and all these people remind me of my high school friends. Good times. That kinda thing.

Yeah, that’s me and games!

[thegaiamuse]

weLP HERE’S A NEW & UPDATED BIO FOR THE MAIN FOR ACCEPTANCES AHA WHoops.

      ♡ — * » okay so it’s kylen again. nineteen, pst timezone, any pronouns bc whatev. anyways, i’m here with by second child poppy. she is the loml & is such a strong & independent person who just wants the world to have lower crime rates & shit. not to mention she’s played by the gorgeous zendaya. now tbh i was gonna apply for pan, but after seeing homecoming i needed this babe. anyways ! like this or hmu to plot !

{ MUSE GAIA } did you see POPPY TAYLOR walk into the fraternity house ? i heard the TWENTY-ONE year old FRESHMAN is known to be OUTGOING & ADVENTUROUS. but in the hallways, SHE is infamous for their STUBBORN & SASSY behaviour. one thing is sure, the FORESTRY major is perfect for pennbrooke.

pansexual ! she/her

B A C K G R O U N D

poppy has seven siblings, her mom got around & didn’t commit to relationships at all. poppy is the third eldest !

between all eight of them, they were all born withing seven years of one another. 

the two oldest were irish twins ( born within the same year of one another ), then there was poppy, then poppy’s younger sibling, then another set of irish twins, & finally the youngest being an actual pair of twins. 

when the actual twins were born poppy’s mom kinda just... ? quit ? she didnt feel like she could take care of all eight of her kids. 

so when poppy was six she was put in the foster care system. the system tried to keep all of them together but failed bc they were such a big family. 

the twins got adopted quickly & poppy & her sister got put into foster homes. soon enough though poppy was put into a group home / orphanage & she hated it in the beginning. 

but she quickly made a lot of new friends & quickly considered them as siblings & what not. with these new siblings tho they formed a little group called the “ forgotten titans ”  ( bc gaia had a shit ton of titans & what not ). 

they called themselves forgotten titans bc they thought that they had big personalities & that they were just... forgotten in the world. 

poppy was like their leader though ! they followed her around & made her feel a lot better, especially after being separated from her actual siblings. 

however; school started & poppy was v v unhappy. she didn’t like having restrictions on her of who should could bring over & who’s house she could go to. 

on top of that she was not digging the curfews at all ??? she put up with it though throughout middle school

high school though..... uh oh. sophomore & junior year were really shitty for her. 

 it was during junior year that she kinda really went downhill ? like.... she totally ending up skipping all her class to go to the marshes to get down & dirty ?

like this youtube channel sums her up: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkVa-0nz73GpLfjKcHk_fhA/videos

she also had an epiphany about how fucked up the world was & what not, not just with the foster care system but with everything in general. 

poppy would go home so late & literally be smirking as she stood in the doorway with mud up to her knees in mud while she’s being yelled at

it was during this time of being yelled at that poppy became really sassy & stubborn. she’s very keen on standing up to herself & to others who don’t want to stand up to themselves.

but yeah, bc she skipped a lot of her junior year classes she had to repeat the year which was super unfortuante & ‘ uncool ’ ( not like she cared at all though tbh )

but yEAH. she finished high school & shit like that & was given a large sum after graduating so that she could get outta the orphanage.

she speant her money on a corvair van & went to america just to travel for a few years. 

she traveled a lot, met a lot of great people. she found herself going to a lot of protests & doing a lot of weird freelance jobs: like posing for an art class nude. or being a secret shopper. it definitely wasn’t an easy few years, but she loved every second of it.

when she decided to go to college.... she kinda was iffy about it. she doesn’t have a lot of money so she’s super skeptical about it all. 

but she decided that it would be good to be able to get an actual job after graduating so that if/when she has kids she can actual take care of them & not be like her own mom.

that being said, she’s a freshman studying forestry ! she wanted a job where she could be out in nature & this seemed like the best fit for her tbh. 

P E R S O N A L I T Y 

poppy is very head-strong & she really enjoys having intellectual conversations with people. arguments too. 

she’s gonna need... a tutor.. but wont admit it ? mainly bc she has this thing where if she asks for help she feels like the other person might belittle her & she DOES NOT like feeling belittled. 

v v v sassy ! she can talk back very easily. 

also.... she’s somewhat of a pacifist. she’s not too keen on fighting hand to hand but she... she can definitely handle herself well in a fight. 

street smart > school smart

so... so stubborn. she is not the type to back down or pussy out from something ! she will take everything head & accept all dares sO FAST.

T R I V I A 

poppy entered as a forestry major. but i feel like she’s going to realize she hates it at some point & switch to something law or justice related. or ATTEMPT to dual major. 

she’s fluent in english & knows a bunch of french. so she can understand it & what not but sometimes she’s kinda just like. .... “ what are you saying ? ”

she is not tol like zendaya ! she’s like.... 5′5″

v v stingy with money. she is working like three jobs just to afford being at uni. ( she prolly works at the coffee shop at the school ). 

when she buys shit she buys it to last. so she buys like $$$ every full moon. 

she lives in sweats & sweatshirts tho

she’s allergic to cats & dogs though ! anything with fur unfortunately !

im just going to give her my diet tbH..... she doesn’t eat red meats & doesn’t drink milk. also fast food is disgustING towards her. 

she really gay.... like. shiT MAN. girls are her thing. she really likes looking at them. oooooh & she gets hooked on legs okay. that shit is her shit.

but then she goes & looks at guys & is like “ hot damn i cannot just go for the ladies ”

ah yes, poppy has also never been in a relationship before. she.. she wasn’t allowed to date in the orphanage bc she couldn’t bring people back. & while traveling she didnt wanna do long distance so like ??? yEAH