#i have design classes for the next week and a half so get ready for whatever comes out of me

[fiendishartist2]

whats going on up there

[chlmtsdoll]

BORN TO BE SEEN

Timothée Chalamet x female reader

☆ summary: dating an A-list movie star isn’t cut out for everyone, your exhaustingly in love and devoted to Timothée — but with his full schedule of press, interviews, and events it’s a non stop challenge to get your man alone.

☆ word count: 7.7k

☆ warnings: 18 +, smut, teasing, edging, mostly exhibitionism, oral (m) reviving, lots of pda, praise kink, pet names, dirty talk, heavy fluff, angst, obsession/worship

☆ A/N: I cannot believe this is my first ever Timmy fic after stanning him for years. I really let my fangirl flag fly so I hope this is well loved.

Part two 💋

There wasn’t anything but the landscape of a few stars scattered around the dark blues and grey of the night sky when your jet had finally landed. You hadn’t slept the whole flight. Not due to the anticipation of when you could finally lay eyes on your star boy after weeks of only getting as much as a couple late night calls and red carpet photos all over the internet from every journalist, high society article, or press outlet that could exist. You were proud. Maybe the proudest girlfriend out there, but there were times you could see how he fought the balance of it all not getting to his head.

The lights in the space that was exactly comforting to you were rising and you click your phone to check the time. Half after 3am.

You were tired, hell, only just pushing. But you couldn’t have been more awake with the adrenaline of getting your man for a whole three weeks that was starting to rush in.

“Okay, hotel is secured. They have your chauffeur waiting to take you straight there so you can rest, I’ll get your bags- -” your shared assistant that your boyfriend always kept around to take care of you when flying you out, was ready to go as she gently assured your stay. You already pictured it would be the most glamorous in-crowd hotel you could fathom. (Picked by him) you assumed there would be bodyguards with champagne even waiting for you outside this jet knowing your boyfriend.

But, you shook your head gently, with a smile. Already grabbing your designer purse to exit and get to fresh air finally. “No, no. I want to see him first.” You told your assistant and she only looked a tad stressed as she had already gotten out her phone to text a schedule change to the chauffeur.

“No problem, it’s already taken care of. I know he’s dying to see you.” Her voice had a flow of newfound tenderness to it — that made your blush heighten just a second before you and your bags were being escorted from the jet. Sure, there wasn’t a squander of sun out and lucky no paps to be found. But the moment your heel touched the gravel you pushed on your sunglasses (mainly to hide your tired eyes from your driver who was greeting you and taking your things in order.)

Scatter brained, you watched the lights of the new city you’d get used to for the next couple of weeks. Thinking and sorting out the plans you and your boyfriend would make in the wist of his tumultuous schedule. You knew he was a busy man. Maybe the busiest in the industry as we speak, all the promotion, press conferences and red carpets… with awards season creeping around the corner there was but so much time and attention he could give to you, his girl, in between.

The exhaustion, the flights back and forth. You did it all for him. And he made sure you’d be there to experience the bliss of having such a life so young. As much as possible.

His sweet reminders of just how much your hard working man adored you even through the chaos of it all. The world at his finger tips — you were always on his mind.

Even if the moments in between could be the sweetest you’d maybe ever experience, your love and his fame, it was a rollercoaster time to time. And the media wasn’t a first grade class, the pressure of it could be a thing of its own.

Everyone knew that you were the movie stars supporting and to put it as they say ‘almost annoyingly visually perfect’ girlfriend. They all were obsessed with the bond you shared. The it-couple factor you have. Your all too well, put together clothing that possessed the it-girl factor they all feed off of right beside your boyfriend. And you’d seen how his fans could nearly feel how obsessed with each other you are, through every snap of a camera shot that was published of the two of you.

And of course, that came with struggles, the public isn’t known for always being nice. But that’s what pushed the two of you even closer. He was there to protect you from it all, never making you feel like a burden in his limelight.

The idea of seeing him in just a few had your teeth bearing into your bottom lip, with a crooked smile and a soft squeeze to the hem of your skirt, you’d been pulling up to the dimly lit back entrance of the venue. You remembered him saying he’d be working late for a last minute photoshoot for his upcoming snl performance. He’s been over the moon about it and you hadn’t complained once every time you’d been a giggling mess when he’d run with his excitement of being back over the phone with you, no matter how late or early.

You missed him.

Before the driver could come to a halt, you’d already been grabbing your purse to jump out of the car.

“This way,” your assistant, right behind, had voiced to you — but as you go close to the door, the driver was peaking at your absence of the back seat.

“I can wait out here, ms. I know you had a long flight, there’s no problem.”

“Oh.. no, it’s fine, take a lap. I won’t be quick.” You flashed him a small thankful smile as your assistant braced your back gently to lead you inside the venue.

There wasn’t much to it. A long hallway, an elevator, and another long hallway. You knew he’d definitely not be expecting you to have came straight to see him, probably not wanting to bother you with texts thinking you’d be fast asleep under the warmth of luxury hotel sheets at this hour.

You hadn’t told him you landed anyways after all.

So you hoped the click of your heels against the floors as your assistant guided you to the back green rooms wouldn’t ruin the surprise.

Soon just hearing him made the tightness in your stomach come escalating when you sought out the sound of his voice. A few doors down. You could tell he’d been conversing in a way that he’d sure been smiling ear to ear. And your favorite tune there is, his follow up laughter that echoed as you got closer. Your favorite sound. Your obsession. Your home after another lonely flight.

There wasn’t another man out there like Timothee.

Stopping to watch him from the doorway first, your arms folded as your heart melted. You watch him take up the space in the room like second nature.

He’d been goofing around with his photographer Aidan. His hair an untamed state that looked dreamy as is, standing lean and stature in some ridiculously colorful outfit that he made look effortlessly cool. He moved his hands expressive as ever as he laughs in a humble tune. And his smile, oh, his smile in your opinion, could save lives if the right people were in charge.

Your assistant walked ahead, but Timothée hadn’t noticed you just yet — he’d been pretending to create some kind of silly music video with his photographer trailing around him, as undeniably impressed in a way you had no doubt was a reaction your boyfriend had no issue bringing out of anyone who’s around him. His fingers blaze through his hair quickly, trying his best not to laugh too much at his own radiance.

He was perfect like this. In his element. So beautiful in a star-like way that for a moment your smile was so large to the point your face began to hurt. You forgot you’re not just watching him on a tiny screen anymore — but right now. In real time. Your angel boy being right in front of you.

And then there’s something that shifts, after a mere few minutes of conversation, something in his expression notes he’s already aware of your presence, like he feels you there. When he does finally turns around, with that soft boyish grin creeping up on his lips, eyes full of something playful, and that damn charm — you barely have time to sink in how good he looks before,

“You came all this way just to stare ?”

You giggle out a soft squeal and there was not much to say before you were springing to be swept up in his arms. Heels once against the floor now being lifted as Timmy held you to him like it’s been more than a couple weeks, like centuries. Your lips mesh on instant, unhesitatingly taking it in with a little “mmm” of satisfaction. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders and his grip around you was firm with warmth. He smirked into the kiss, you could feel it even with your eyes closed, the tickle of his mustache — new yet familiar, you let out giggles in between the perfectly timed and soft yet daring kisses he left that said ‘fuck I missed you.’

Days of distance melting away and the two of you were completely unbothered by anyone around watching, already swooning and playfully shaking their heads knowing the magnitude you shared as a couple. Even as your boyfriend set you back to your feet, you’d still been trying to grasps a leg around him, feel the roots of his hair through your fingers. And he couldn’t let up on you either as he kissed on your face till you were a mess of laughter.

It felt like highschool. Timmy’s team, his photographer, your assistants — they didn’t exist in your reality. It’s just you and him.

“I missed you.. what are you doing here, baby ? I thought you'd be at the suite by now,” Timothee voiced softly as he pushed a few of your locks out of your face to see you. Eyes sparking up at him like it was the first time. Your smile beaming, and you held his wrists.

“I couldn’t wait to see you.. I had to see you ! It’s been three weeks, Timmy.”

“I know,” He laughs and leaned in to peck your cheek, your hands ghost over his rhinestone necklace with admiration and your eyes inch down his body of intermixed clothing of colors and brands, you grin.

“This is.. a look.”

“You like ?” His grin was back and you bit your lip just enough to bring the pride to his expression. Your eyes flicker over his studded belt.

“You know I love everything on you,” Your voice was humming of flirtatious notes towards your man, you drape your arms over his shoulders again and Timothee managed to keep his cordial manner but slightly licked over his bottom lip and scanned just over your head to check for the attention of the room, and to your luck, his team members had gone about what they’d been doing before your arrival. So, Timothee’s hands gracefully on your waist, flow a bit lower as he kept you close and under the gaze of his hooded green eyes. You were stuck there.

His fingers graze over the tight fitted mini skirt you had been flaunting. A light grey cashmere. You could tell he was holding back from the three weeks weight of not being close enough to feel the heat of your skin — trying to fight it’s way through him. Your hands now gently drifting his arms and the look in your eyes stricken by the man you got to call yours, Timmy just pulled you a little closer so you’d been hovering his chest. And he’d been able to lower his voice to whisper in your ear,

"This skirt… how could I focus on work tonight, baby ?" He was trying to keep a normal embrace of you, but he’d had that sly look of course. His fingers brushing against your thigh again and he was massaging the right of your hip with tenderness — just enough to make you shiver and heave a small little gasp. Pulling back to look up at him with doting eyes and a small sideways smile of mischief on your lips.

“I just wanted to give you a little surprise,” Your tone sweet, but laced with a hidden, lustrous, message behind it you knew your boyfriend could only take in doses. He scoffed with a chuckle and looked over to a corner of the room, noticing the time had been slipping as you’d already stolen his attention from his shoot. Quite the distracting treat.

“Uh huh.. we’ll talk about it later..” he started and he leaned back in to leave another slow, tasteful and greedy kiss on your lips. It had you closing your eyes and lingering for more. “Go get some rest, chéri, I love you.” Timmy slowly inched away with a soft chuckle as your intertwined hands stay locked although drifted between the two of you for a moment. The firm grasp of just not wanting to let your boyfriend out of your reach consuming you while the playful pout-like smile you gave him was what had him probably now staying till around five am.

When your fingers do slip, and your dragging your feet to walk away, instead biting your lip like a love stuck school girl — you watch him part. With the same restraint and grin upon his lips as he mouths a little “go” to your gone essence. And you were holding down your miss, your need, your want for him and to stay in his world the entire ride to your suite. The ravishing room with a view of the city, towering buildings, an outlook from an enormous glass wall. It all made you feel a little less distant knowing you’d finally been in the same city as your man. That’s what you needed. Close enough to your Timothee. At least for you.

With a soft smile, your bags became your last priority when you dropped them to reach what was left on the king sized bed for you. Pink peonies and red roses. Your absolute favorite, left next to a box of laudrée macarons. Elegantly wrapped in ribbon.

Your heart was going mad. And your face flustered as you plopped on the bed to find the pint note left on top of the candy, “Un cadeau pour la femme que j’aime. Tu me manquais trop, bébé.” You read instantly with the sound of Timmy’s voice in mind, you were rubbing your bitten lip to hide your obvious blush from the empty room of course. A girlish titter leaving you as you lay back and stare over the sweet words your boyfriend had written.

It was things like this. Dating an international superstar could be a deal breaker for most, but you weren’t like most. And neither your boyfriend — he made you feel loved.

No matter how far.

So even being as hard to pin down as he was, between filming and touring, meetings and flights. When it came to you. He did whatever he could to make time.

Eventually, you had fallen asleep with a quarter of the box of chocolates gone delightfully, and sunken between the silk sheets as the low sunlight of the day crept in. You slept so heavily you didn’t even wake when Timothee snuck in somewhere between five thirty and six am. Probably only letting himself sleep for a few hours before he was up, dressed and ready — but not to start promotion or press.

“Mon amour..” you heard a tender note into your ear as you’d been half in a dream and also waking up, feeling a gentle kiss being left on your neck, and hands through your hair. “Baby.. -wake up.” You sigh a tired-some little hum before shifting from your side to your back. A sleepy grin takes upon your lips when you feel another kiss embrace your jaw. Soon opening your eyes to not just Timmy, but the keys to his BMW dangling from his fingers.

“Brian won’t be on my neck for a few hours.. wanna take her out to go shopping ?”

Something along the lines of a squeal and a yawn was your answer as you jump up from your comfort almost immediately. Not taking your time at all before you’d been out the door, Timothee hardly got any real free time away from his work and it wasn’t even a question that you’d take it for granted. A quick fur coat, your heels, and a mini skirt would do. It was a shock to you both how fast you were out that door, hand in hand of course, for the first time ever.

While your plans were to shop. Something the two of you shared an overwhelming desire and bond for, it couldn’t have been less about clothes and more about when you could get them off. Timothee eyeing through some Chanel sunglasses, and you on him, caressing your finger tips over the loops of his belt like the clock was ticking before he’d get a text or call from his manager.

It was excruciating but he showed less resistant than you expected. Leaning over tiers of shoes to kiss you, rest his hand on the small of your back, even grip your side time to time. Pulling you in close so he could whisper a “I see paps starting to line up outside.. let’s give them a show, yeah ?”

And that was like ecstasy for you. One thing you both were good at, was not minding a little attention from the cameras. So when you and your boyfriend had been with your purses, shoes, pretty patted wallets and all, you two went into pda overdrive.

It was between you and the check out counter who’d get to Timmy first. And had simply won.

Your man was reaching into his back pocket to pay. But you didn’t make it that easy as you’d been standing on your tip toes, leaving kisses, soft pecks and smooches all over his face. His lips and his collar. “Baby..” Timothee chuckled as you’d cupped his jaw. He’d lifted his chin playfully higher so you’d struggle to reach and he could attend to getting his credit card out. But that was the last thing on your mind when you couldn’t even get yourself off his sent now. So you only followed, reaching for his lips anyway,

“What ?” Your giggle is soft with your reply, hands lowering to his neck with a small sound of pleasure leaving you when your boyfriend couldn’t help but lean into your kiss unapologetically. Even as he had passed off his card to the the cashier behind you, whom was truly trying to look away from your affection on display.

But completely distracted and without a care of who’d been in there, even possibly a fan being at a lost for words of the actors drift right now — Timmy was too lost in you.

“You’re something else, you know that ?” the corner of his lips curled to a grin when his hands rested on your waist, you pulled back to look at him. Eyes staying on his sweet lips that were yours to tease only with a devious smile.

“You can’t tell me to put on a show and expect it not to be good…” you hum and your boyfriend was in a painful field not to let his fixation on you over take him. Making himself as collected as possible, take you by the hand, and your bags of course— out of there quickly. You titter as you trail behind him in that moment which was caught in hundreds of snaps from the paparazzi outside. It would be published everywhere in approximately twenty minutes.

"Did you have fun spending all my money, baby?"

Your smile achingly sweet. "Well.. you love spoiling me."

To which he chuckles and mutters, “how couldn’t I ?”

When you two got back to your hotel, standing in the elevator with the somberly slow pace it’s going, it’s light music being a bore when you’d rather hear your name being purred from Timmy’s lips, you needed to get him up to that suite immediately.

And to only make it tougher — Timothee was leaning against the elevator wall, eyes on you with that little grin. The one that made your body ache. The corner of your lips tugging on a smile and you’re trying not to look at him. You shift your weight on your heels. Gripping the ribbon handle of the bag holding the freshly bought designer accessories.

“Stop staring at me and pull up your pants.” You direct your need to be pushed against this elevator wall to teasing your man as your eyes flicker to his jeans that were sagging off of his ass.

He just smirked, and annoyingly tugged them down a little farther so you could see the hem of his Calvin Klines. “Ma chérie, you love it. C‘mon.” He beckoned and you breathed out some pent up air. Biting your lip.

“I do… I love that shit,” was mumbled from you, and your man heard with a cocky chuckle as he ran his tongue over his teeth and sure enough, he was backing you against the elevator wall.

A proud sense of glee was washing over as you’d claim to be a master at manifestation. How quickly Timmy’s hands find your hips, leaning down to put his mouth on to yours in a crash, like he’d been starving for this — because he has.

“You really did come all this way just to tease me.” your boyfriend’s voice sets lower, teasing, raw. You’re barely getting the chance to respond because he’s excellently taking away your ability too. You softly groan into the way his lips move on yours like a dream. One hand gripping your hip, the other tilting your chin up as he kisses you —deep, slow, like he’s savoring the taste. Your fingers tangle in his short curls, pulling just enough to make him groan.

"I missed you," you breathe between kisses that are growing sloppier, needier. More urgent as the floors escalate. And your risk driven man smiles against your mouth. "Yeah?" He feels out the metal handle bar against your back, hands trail lower, gripping your thighs, as if he’s about to lift you against the wall, you giggle into the urgent kisses.

Elevator sex ? Fuck yes.

Was your fantastical thought before you heard a ding.

The doors slide open and a stranger steps in. The core shatter of feeling Timothee pull back from you on instant washes over and completely fucks up your vibe.

His jaw clenched, and a wave of frustration hit as your face was burning as you adjusted your skirt.

Your terrified they could hear the way your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. And Timothee gives them a polite nod, solidifying his charm always. He stuffed into his pockets like you weren’t caught in an unseeable act at all.

The seconds stretch painfully.

Could the door just fucking open ?

You tap your foot. He sucks in his breath.

And when you shift, still feeling the faint touch of Timothee’s hands on you, you peak up at your boyfriend, he’s smirking.

Finally another floor hits.

They step out and the second the doors close, your boyfriend has you against the wall. “I wasn’t done.” His tone deeper, haughty, as he now grabs your wrist. They’re above your head in no time and you gasp,

“Timmy-”

“Shh.”

He’s looking up at the numbers on the top of the confined space going once again painfully slow, the camera beside it — then he’s looking back down at you. Fuck it. He’s pressing his body against yours slow. Intertwining his fingers within yours at a toe curling pace. He’s trailing torturous, sweet kisses down your collarbone. Breathing on to your skin and suctioning his lips on a final place. You whimper something hard to tell. You let your eyes close and feel it. Feel his large hands, exploring and groping your body, your thighs, your ass. Moving you against that wall like a trophy. His lips move to over your chest where your cleavage is just perfectly on display. Licking over the top your breast, taking his time. Running you through.

Your watching. Watching carefully every ounce of longing over the last couple of weeks he’s putting into tasting you. Feeling his want and need as he just keeps getting lower. Pressing a kiss to your abdomen till he’s on his knees. Hiking your mini skirt up a little just for him to see. Carving your leg over his shoulder and kissing on your inner thighs with a soft hum,

“Timothee..” you pant as you view with hands going to his hair, running through his scalp and your skirt up just enough to see green orbs staring up at you as his lips grace your skin. With hunger, and a small grin on display. His lips kiss, peck and smooch on your thighs till he’s breathing out near the thin layer of fabric over your cunt. He pressed a careful kiss there,

He’s really going to tear into you in this fucking elevator.

But that came crashing down when the elevator dings again. And before you both can even think about getting your shit together, in walks Brian. Timothee’s manager. Someone who’s probably seen it all with him probably wasn’t prepared for was something like this.

He makes his presence known, “Seriously ?”

You were breathless as you gasps before covering your mouth. You hit Timothee in the shoulder who was gripping you and had no intention of stopping. Your face turned into the sun. You tried to fix your skirt that was slightly crooked, straightening up like you weren’t pinned against the wall about to get eaten out.

Brian was staring deadpan at Timothee who was reluctantly rising from his knees with more of a sense of frustration that he’d been interrupted from his girl over anything else. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. Timothee had a daring look on his face, like he didn’t care. “What ? She just got here.” He chuckled, unbothered. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Right,” his manager sighs, running a hand down his face. "And in five hours, you have a live audience watching you host SNL.“

Your heart has calmed down for once and you noticed your man most likely now laughing at your shaken appearance now, yet he’s still got his hands looped around your waist.

Brian just shakes head. "I don’t care what you do. Just... at least make it to rehearsal on time." Then he finally steps out of the elevator when the floor hits.

The second the doors shut again —

"How many more time you think we’ll get caught ?" Timmy is tugging you back in already, and you’re pushing him away with a bashful snicker.

“You’re crazy.”

☆

Due to your own gentle encouragement, and firmness to keep your clothes on — Timothee did end up making it to rehearsals on time. With as much energy it took to restrain yourself from making anymore risqué moves with your boyfriend, keeping your hands to yourself until after the show was necessity for such a huge night.

In all his greatest, you had no doubt he would blow the world away once again with his presence, his performance, his aura. It’s a feeling — the one where he doesn’t have to try to be amazing at everything he does.

So when your in a crowd of cheers, watching your man from side stage, overseeing him kill his opponents this awards season, the hug you had when meeting him back stage, was as authentic as could be. You threw your entire body into him the moment your bodyguards brought you back.

“You killed it, baby! You were amazing!” Your feet were off the floor again as he held you in his arms, his laughter closest to your ear, and the cast and crew around all came in hot with the excitement of the environment. You think back when you were out there, cheering for him. And his eyes matched yours for a moment, sparkle and all through the lights. A beam of ‘all for you’ like a subliminal message that only you caught.

He was setting you down with a brief kiss and you’d been smiling up at him after hanging on to it for a moment more.

“Are you ready to catch dinner with everyone? Change into that pretty dress we got earlier?” Timmy kissed your cheek with a grin, knowing you’d been thinking about that dress all day. Almost as much as him really.

“Wouldn’t you like a treat..”

“C’mon, don’t tease me. Where’s my reward for tonight ?”

Your eyes trail his figure with a little smirk, “Later.” You used his own game on him, and Timmy was putting his front back on not to draw attention to the way he’d ran a hand over his neck in primal repression, just before accepting your claim. He draped an arm over your shoulder, you blush.

Timothee got his team to take care of you as quick as possible. Not caring much for himself to do another outfit change when the ones he’s been in for back to back red carpet events were taking over every news outlet as we speak. His Yankees bomber jacket was his choice for the night. But you. You’d been dripping in drapes, rhinestones, and dollars by the time you’d been out of your suite again.

One thing about Timothee was that he was going to have you looking the prettiest, decked out for whatever event it was, on his arm. The Louboutins he gifted you the other night, along with simplistic jewelry that was not only blitzing with bling but had a message —

A chain around your neck with his initial.

So when he caught you in the suv to take you both to dinner, it was his unhinged jaw that did it for you.

“Holy fuck,” he didn’t even try to stutter when you sat extra close to him in that car. He kissed your shoulder. Diving in your florally vanilla sent.

Your smile proud, “this is all you, y’know.” You gesture to your dress, your diamonds, your Prada lipstick — but actually meaning all the heart you would put into being their for your man a million times again for what it’s worth. He was giving you a full dreamy grin as he looked over how chalant you’d been alongside his casualness. Reaching over to shut the door behind you, but getting extra close. So close his heat was emerged with yours, and his lips lingered your gloss for just a second.

And thank god the ride was short.

When you two got to the after party, it had been all flashes from the cameras the moment you stepped foot out of the car. So much so it was hard to see, hard to take shape of anything around you, but Timmy was the perfect gentleman — your hand locked in his as he lead you to your destination so you wouldn’t go blind by the lights. All those cameras, on him all the time. He was a pro at navigating it. So soon, the room was buzzing with nearly everyone currently relevant in Hollywood. Timothee effortlessly moving through the crowd, not giving quotes to reporters on purpose yet flashing that all knowing look.

All that as you we’re seated with him at a dimly lit table in the corner. Just how you liked, even with the chaos of all the stars around. His mind is completely on you.

Instead of sitting across, he’d moved his chair to sit right beside you. Taking your hand in his again and pressing it to his lips. After only an hour, when he’s sipping on a beverage and taking glimpses of you in, the way your dress sits and your collar bones look eloquently perfect. Your body was all he knew. They way you’d been playing with the ‘T’ chain around your neck, shining there with honor. All while you’re taking about him.

It makes him want to get you somewhere private and fast because you were unbearable (he’s terribly flattered).

“Oh my god,” you titter as you lift your phone that’s blowing up from messages from all your friends. Banging on about how iconic Timmy was tonight. “Everyone’s saying that Oscar is yours. And they’re totally right.”

He let’s out a humble chuckle and reaches out for his straw to stir around his drink, mumbling a soft “no, no.” He shakes his head, neat yet disheveled curls falling with.

“What do you mean no ? Yes !” You laugh more cordially so no cameras catch a bad shot of you looking insane.

Timothee gives you a fond smile, he watches your reaction to all his accomplishments and aways notices you might be a tad bit more excited — adorable and endearing, than he could ever imagine for himself. And you noticed that underneath his cool, the nervy jitter of his fingers would start up, so you set your phone down, you take his hand in yours, holding it under your chin with a sweet little smile.

“It’s already yours baby, you’re a prize.”

“You’re a prize,” he replied, green eyes never moving away from your shine.

You can’t help but blush, you were both so locked on one another. So into each other. Timmy let his thumb brush against your cheek, leaning in close and you felt a camera flash somewhere ahead of you — but it didn’t matter. You’re zoned in on the man beyond you.

“Can we get out of here ?” You suggested quite, but voice filled with a dazed kind of essence because your eyes flicker over his fit again. Saying so much without saying anything. He gets the hint and tenses up again.

“Are you suggesting we get away, mon belle?”

“Mhm” you nod as his thumb covers your bottom lip, almost slipping through before he catches himself in the act of being too taken by you. Your looking at him, pure yet seductive, and the corner of his lips curl upwards as he takes your breath away again in a gentle kiss. Before you knew it, Timmy was standing to his feet and taking both of your hands with him. He alerted Brian, his bodyguard and said his goodbyes to his peers before resting a hand on the deep of your back to meet your driver somewhere outside of the venue.

Of course, a hurd of fans, paparazzi and journalists all caught the two of you leaving that after party early and the sounds of screams mixed with paps trying to get to where your car was could be heard from the airport. Cameras were snapping photos of you, your glow, in the hard earned dazzle your boyfriend had been responsible for. And you had a polished expression. Waving to your audience, you didn’t mind at all having this dress in the press.

“Over here!” “Beautiful!” “Is that necklace in honor of your boyfriend?”

You were biting your lip and being an absolute doll for the paparazzi, giving a prideful beam over your shoulder at flashes — that being before Timothee took you by the hip. And pulled you into hiding with him in the car, you only giggled playfully when you’d been grabbed by him suddenly. He pretended to be annoyed by the paps asking him if he’d just talk about you. Even once, but, he held a small grin on his lips by the time you two were secured in the backseat of your ride. Because in the morning, you’d look stunning as ever. Posing for the cameras, hand in hand with him and it would be all over every social media platform in existence.

Everyone would go insane. His fans. The world. Obsessing over how you’d headed out early. Obsessed with how obsessed you were with one another.

Still on the high of his SNL performance, and the stride of his fame, with fans that were in tears as soon as he showed his face, paparazzi and people begging just to touch him. The chase and drive of award season and all, the praise, the status; you couldn’t have made the climax of his stardom feel like anything other than pure paradise. Solidifying his high paced lifestyle is all worth it when It’s only been a couple minutes since the driver pulled off, and you two had shut the window peek on sight.

the hum of the car engine was tough along the faint sound of people still screaming Timothée’s name in the distance while your all over him. Your glazed nails running down his chest, slow like you want to drive him insane. Your eyes were now dark, practically devouring him immediately. Your lips parted and meshing with his like you’d been starving. Timothee pulled you into his lap without anymore hesitation and you’d let out a little hum when the trace of his hands over your hips came in. Gripping on you like you’d get taken away if he didn’t grasp on long enough. Your hands go to his hair — Kissing deep, slow yet at a rushed pace, recklessly in that back seat.

Timmy’s Cartier ring, cold and sliding up your thigh, inching all over the way you sat on his lap and making sure to pull you in, keep you boarderline close. “Mmm.. mhm- -” was the only thing coming from you. Topping up so your knees were on the leather seats, on either side of his hips. And you deepen your smooches a little more and a soft groan comes from Timmy’s end. Your body drives him crazy. The way you arch your back ever so slightly. The way the fabric of your dress hugs your curves, clinging in all the right places.

And you’re flaunting it, teasing, and pushing on him. So he grips your ass with a little shake and you squeal with excitement. “I wish you could have seen yourself up there tonight. You looked- - fucking incredible.” You murmur against his skin, punctuating it with an open mouthed kiss.

Timothee smirks, “Yeah ? You liked that, huh ?”

“Yeah.. you’re so famous baby, and you work so hard. Everyone loves you.” You huff out a little sound, pressing your lips to the sharp line of his jaw, dragging your mouth against the slight scruff of his mustache, down to the heat of his neck. Your hands grazed there along with your kisses. “Never shave this okay ? It’s so hot.”

Timmy gives you that damn cocky grin, closing his eyes as he tilts back, giving you space to ruin him. “Mm, you're really gassin' me up right now.” His voice smug and heavy, hands ghosting over your inner thighs, daring to squeeze your ass some more which makes the dampness between your thighs rush in. You felt the stretch of his Adam’s apple along with a soft sigh that comes from his lips when you lick over his skin. His fingers tighten around your waist and he starts rocking you down against him and your eyes go intense and lost in his. His breath catches when your fingers only trace lower, teasing over his waistband.

You sincerely couldn’t sit with the temptation for another minute. So you lean up, find your balance within the bumpy ride pushing you only closer into your man, and speed to get his belt undone.

Just what he needs after all of it. The weeks that went by, the tiresome press and events. Alone with the love of his life, feeling him this way and getting him like this. That mix of devotion and sensuality. The voice of his girl right now, telling him everything he needs to hear “you’re taking home that Oscar, baby” — that’s exactly what he craves. You make him feral.

So as your eyes grow with hunger, your hands working quick to get his fly open and to embrace his boxers, sitting pretty with a nice tent. You’re watching the way he breathes when your fingers trace over his cock, teasing, hiking your dress up and getting on your knees in front of him.

There was only one way to finish what he started earlier.

Timothee stretched as much as he could in the fine spaced car as your nails trail the tops of his thighs and he’s man spreading for you. So heavenly, his jaw flexes,his eyes darkening in the low glow of the passing city lights.

He’s viewing you with so much hunger, lips parted, chest rising and falling as you sit up to tug his jeans farther away from his hips. “You gonna be good f’me ?” Timmy’s voice softened but assertive as he was already holding your chin in his grasps. Hooded eyes only on the beauty that you were as you’d been starring up at him, with a lust filled little smile and nod. Too sweet, too much for him to handle as your hands were doing a job of their own — reaching to stroke him once. Slow. Painfully slow. And as he curses, you try not to giggle but your lips grave the tip of his cock. Not looking away from his expression for a second as you let your tongue dart out to taste, lick a stripe on him dutifully.

Your boyfriends brows knit upwards and his tongue darts out to wet his lip as he watched you repeat that a couple more times. Then your mouth is on him completely,

“Oh.. shit,” one of his hands is reaching out to the arm rest across the seating, and the other going to search through your hair.

A low whimper could be heard from you as you didn’t hesitate to have your mouth filled with his dick the moment you’d fit him in. Sucking nice, then more brazen. Hallowing your cheeks and making him groan for it. You could hear his grunts, feel his veins pulse as you pick up the speed. And your sitting in your own pool uncomfortably when you let your hand glide and flow up his abdomen another time to grip his studded chain. Playing and toying with it as he moaned through the wet noises you made on him. You’re moving your mouth up and down on him in sequence with moans drawn out sharply as Timmy grips the back of your neck to move you how he wants.

Your hand was pumping him at the same time as he was dropping his head against the seat with a deep groan and you wish you could see it. Like all the tension, and the noise around Oscar’s buzz being washed away from him. He’s letting you take him away. “Fuck, you make me feel so good, pretty girl.” Although you were flattered, you couldn’t be more focused on trying to get him off. His skin just feeling right against your tongue and you only stop for air just to smile and calmly run your thumb over his tip with a sly grin. It makes him have to restrain from kicking the drivers seat ahead.

“Easy..” you murmur with a soft giggle as you watch your man fight it from above, sucking in his bottom lip and gripping his jeans as your hand jerks him clean. He was hissing a string of curses before you go back to licking and kissing on his shaft, moaning like you just needed to be fucked by the movie star right here. Right now.

And in all perfect timing, he pulls you off of him even as his cock twitched hungrily.

“Oh my god,” he huffs, chest rising and falling, “slide your panties down for me..”

Not only does your stomach drop, and heat flashes through your body like an electric current. You stop to take in Timmy’s disheveled state with utter contempt but urgency. Your image of a quicky in this car could go so many ways.

He’s amused at your hesitation. Even from the race of all day — trying to pin him down for this to be it. The fire throughout you was at an all time high. Timothee was getting you off the car floor and making sure you were properly on his lap again. “Now, chérie.” his voice a low, a commanding whisper, reminding you exactly the kind of night you were about to have.

So when you complied, taking part of the very thin panties you’d been wearing under your dress, and pulling them over your heat, it was just for him, as he leaned back and watched you move. Licking over his lip for a brief moment till you were bare.

That tiny obedient action drives him absolutely wild.

“Good girl, You’re always good for me.. yeah?” your boyfriend grins, hand going to your hips again and your now soaked cunt lingers right over his dick. Wanting, starving for you. And you feel it everywhere. Without him even being in, your legs go weak, your breath hitches, and his fingers are already toying with your folds as your nails prime his shoulder and you slip him a soft kiss that has you both moaning. Then again, yet this time his lips only skim the corner of your mouth, but he doesn’t kiss you.

He loves watching you fall apart first. Loves the anticipation. Loves knowing that you’d let him stretch you crazy right now.

You have a frustrated groan as your head releases. He huffs out a chuckle. Holding back from rewarding you for just another second, but it all came with the consequence of the car jerking to a stop. Easily throwing the two of you into each other.

Timothée blinks, his head dropping back against the seat, huffing dramatically. “Are you serious right now ?”

The driver tones in over the speaker. “We’ve arrived, Mr. Chalamet.”

Your boyfriend was breathless, at a loss for words and running his hands down his face. All you could do was shake your head with a light hearted chuckle and start fixing your dress.

“Hurry before you get recognized, Timmy.” Your tone sweet enough just to get him hard again, but vexing enough to piss him off farther.

He glares at you. Eyes still blown with need. But he kisses your neck, tender and poised anyways as he quickly buttons his jeans. “You’re gonna pay for this though.”

You both practically stumble out of the suv, Timothée tugs his hoodie up to avoid cameras, but your hands never leave each other.

And the second your through the lobby, past security, past the elevator doors, there’s no stopping again.

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75% || Chapter 4

stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

a/n: guys i am so sorry for the impromptu hiatus, its midterm season so i had to lock in for a while </3

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Friday at 8:34 pm

“If there was an award for making things a bigger deal than they are, you’d win every year.” Evan jeered from your doorway. You let your arms fall to your sides, both hands stuffed with a different shirt. “Well, some of us single people need to dress to impress.” You eyed his outfit, noting that he at least opted to wear a non-stained pair of sweats. “Oh, I get it. You’re trying to put on a fashion show and have a little bit of a Cinderella moment, huh?” 

“No,” That’s exactly what you were doing. “I just want to look my best, is that so unbelievable?” Evan snorted and folded his arms skeptically. “Yeah, actually it is. Just last week you went to the store in sweats two times your size and a shirt with a Cheeto stained handprint on it.” Evan’s girlfriend Ciara walked down the hall, joining him in the doorway. “Okay, well to be fair, going to the store and a party are two wildly different scenarios.” You knew you liked her for a reason. ”See! She gets it!” You lifted up the two shirt options to your torso and angled yourself to face her. “Left or right?” Ciara stayed silent, eyes swapping back and forth between the two options. “Right. Oh and you should wear those jeans you wore at my birthday party last month, I think it’ll be a good outfit.” You smiled, internally thanking Evan for dating a fashion design major. “Ev, if you guys ever break up I choose her in the divorce.” Evan raised his hands to his chest in mock offense. “Damn, not even fifty-fifty custody? I’m hurt, Y/N.” 

Ciara pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time. “It’s about 8:30 right now so we should probably start heading out. Fashionably late is one thing but no one likes the people who show up half-way through.” Right, the party. For a small moment, the anxiety coursing through your veins had dissipated but the time reminder brought it all back. “Alright, let me finish getting dressed and we can go.”

The car rolled down the block filled from wall to wall with some of the shittiest parallel parking jobs you'd ever seen. “Gee, I wonder which house it is.” Ciara commented sarcastically as Bebe’s house came into view, the lawn littered with people and solo cups. Evan pulled into an open spot in front of the house to the right and put the car in part. “Well,” Evan turned around to face, arm slumped over the seat. “We’re here. Anyone who has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.” It was clear that he was specifically talking to you, giving you room to change your mind. You took a deep breath and let it out. You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door to exit. “Who’s ready to drink some cheap alcohol and listen to spotify’s top 100 hits playlist?” Ciara cheered, scrambling out of the car accompanied by Evan throwing his fist in the air and doing the same. “If you blackout, I’m drawing at least two dicks on your face before you wake up.” “Ha ha. Very funny.” You had intended for that to come out sharper than it did, but settled for the weird shaky tone that came out instead. Your heart thrashed harder and harder in your chest as you approached the house. ‘It’s just a party, Y/N. Very low-stakes. Worst case scenario you end up puking in a bush, which all things considered, it is relatively normal for a college party.’  Before any of you could open the door, it swung open revealing two tipsy women presumably heading out for a smoke. “Oh, ‘scuse us.” The one in the front said as she pulled the other by her wrist. The three of you trailed into the house after they left, quickly getting engulfed in the party’s atmosphere. From where you stood you spotted the makeshift bar station (A fold out table with a sign taped to it that said ‘Bar’) and damn near ran in its direction. During your mission you observed the party go-ers around you. There was a group sitting on and surrounding the couch, two of the men standing had matching letterman jackets; the only difference being their names & corresponding numbers on the back. (Black - 24 & Donovan - 57), Next to them was a brunette guy with a yellow hoodie that was only slightly zipped and crutches strapped to his arms. He seemingly had just told the punchline of a very good joke because the group around him erupted into laughter. The last pair was sitting on the couch, backs turned toward you which meant the only thing you could see was the back of their heads. The slightly taller man had a blue hat on and the person next to him had wild but controlled blonde-hair. 

You finally tore your ever observant gaze from the group to the table that if you hadn’t turned your head sooner, you would’ve ran into.  There were a few large handles of alcohol scattered along the table as well as various two liters of soda (for mixing and/or chasing). You fixed yourself a drink that was about forty-percent  alcohol and sixty-percent soda, promptly taking two fat gulps. “Y/N! Over here!” Ciara called you from your left, she was standing at the beer pong table and waving her hand in a beckoning motion. You squeezed through the crowd of people and stood next to her at the table clearly set up for beer-pong. On the opposite side were two women with contrasting styles. The one on the left had big curly blonde hair with a very short red dress on and the other had long straight jet black hair and she wore a cute yellow and purple pantsuit. “Y/N, this is Bebe. She’s in my design course and that is Wendy, she’s in my business class.” You smiled politely and gave a small wave. “Thank you for coming!” Bebe said, slightly slurred from being tipsy. “Kyle invited you, right?”  The black haired girl asked with a tight but polite smile. You took another sip of your drink before responding. “Yeah, he did. Is he here yet?” Bebe snorted suddenly. “Knowing Stan, he’s probably making them late. I think 

I can count on one hand all the times he was on-time to a date with Wendy,” Your eyes flickered to Wendy. “You guys dated?” She gave Bebe a side eye before her gaze returned to you. “Yeah, but it was a long time ago. We decided we’re just better off as  friends.” It was irrational, yes, but god you couldn’t help but feel some form of jealousy towards her. She wasn’t even dating him. Hell, neither were you! You took one final large gulp of your drink to replace the envy pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Friday at 9:15 pm 

“C’mon Y/N! You got this!” Ciara encouraged you as you eyed your remaining shot. It had been a pretty even game so far, Wendy or Bebe would score a point then Ciara or you would do so as well. At this point each side was on to their final cups and you were sure that if you missed this shot, Bebe would sink-it if she got the chance. You bit the bullet and tossed the ping pong ball into the air which successfully landed into the cup. You cheered and high-fived Ciara. “Damn. Y/N. You’re really good at beer-pong.” A smooth voice spoke from behind you, between how loud it was and the multiple drinks you’ve consumed from beer-pong you couldn’t quite place who it was. To make up for the fact, you turned around. Wrong answer, dumbass. Standing behind you was Kenny, he had a playful smirk on his face and an unlit joining between his fingers. You opened your mouth to speak but Ciara tapped you on the shoulder before you could. “Hey, we’re gonna go to the kitchen to talk. Well, more or less gossip about this annoying girl named Jessica. She’s in two of my classes and- okay well, point is, we’ll be over there if you need us, ‘kay?” Ciara smiles cheerfully before turning to face Bebe. “So, last Tuesday, right? Jessica raised her hand and in the most self absorbed tone I have ever fucking heard went..” The group walked away and their voices became more and more mixed with the rest of the crowd’s chatter. Your attention snapped back to Kenny, who was standing in front of you, his fingers casually fiddling with the joint in his hand.   “So, are you enjoying the party? Or are you just here to show off your killer beer pong skills?” You smiled a little wider and sloppier than you normally would due to the alcohol in your system. “I wasn’t that good. To be honest, if Bebe hadn’t missed two shots in a row  I would’ve been done for.” Kenny shrugged lazily. “I still think you would’ve won anyway.” You hummed in response, metaphorically biting your tongue to prevent yourself from saying the wrong thing. Instead you realized that you hadn’t seen Kyle nor Stan walk in. As if he’d read your mind he spoke. “Stan and Ky are doing Jell-o shots with some of the guys on the patio in the backyard. Well more like, Stan is taking Jell-o shots and Kyle took one but tapped out from the sugar.” Kenny chuckled. “Ten bucks says Clyde’s attempting to do a backflip right now. Once he passes a certain threshold of drinking, he swears he’s a gymnast.” He nodded his head in the direction of the patio doorway in place of a question and grabbed your arm to lead you through the crowd.

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seven ; von dutch

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monday, 7:35 am, november 4th

vega renee veloz

monday. a nice, quiet, beautiful monday morning. when i was younger, monday was my favorite day of the week. it was like new years, a fresh start to a new week. you can get ahead of everything you need to do. you had a nice relaxing weekend to get over and one to look forward too. only recently had i found the joy in monday's. i created my own routine. go to school, come home, do homework, clean around the house and then go to the store to shop for the weeks lunch and dinner plans. i had woken up early this morning, 6 am. i wanted to get in some extra studying before class. today, we were studying sculptures. i wasn't particuarly interested in them, but i had to pass the finals to move on to the next half of my studies. 

i was sitting at my vanity, cami was sitting beside me, doodling in pencil on my wall. i assume she was going to color it later on when i've left for school. "she was all over him wasn't she?" i said again after not having a response from cami. i think she was getting irritated with me, but then again, i haven't had seen camille get mad at anyone. "uh huh." camille replied without hesitation. i scoffed. was she even listening to me? "i mean, the whole 'have a good day' thing, totally uncalled for!" i glared at camille, feeling the red hot burning of anger. "she should've just taken her clothes off and taken him right in front of us all, she looked so desperate for his attention. so embarrassing."

"yep." cami mumbled. i dropped my mascara tube, flipping around to face her. "why are you acting like this?" i swiveled around on my vanity chair. "you know, for hating someone so much, you sound a little obsessed with who's interested in him. vega, do us all a favor and grow up. enough is enough, i know you're not ready to date. but this obsession with hating matt is pissing everyone off." cami slammed the pencil down on the ground, rolling off the floor and leaving the room as fresh tears dripped down her irritated face. before either of us could say something else, she walks out of my bedroom, slamming the door gently behind her. even when she's mad, she's so delicate. 

i tugged on my earring gently, watching the empty space where cami had once sat. her pencil doodling's written across the lower half of my bedroom. i chew on my bottom lip deep in thought. i didn't think i was bothering her that bad? why didn't she just say something then? i mean it was true, i wasn't wrong. she was basically begging for matthew's attention. we could all see it. i run my fingers through my freshly straightened hair and head over to the wardrobe. 

i liked having friends who were fashion designers. almost all of the clothes i wore were from their brands, tailored to fit me perfectly. or, they were from brands who reached out to me to shout out their clothing brand. some of it was thrifted too. malerie and i loved going thrifting together, we always find good thing's. malerie mostly goes so she can find some inspiration for her clothing, or get basics to print thing's onto when she has a knew idea. i liked going with her to find my own clothes, and sometimes mal can put pins in places and make it fit my body perfectly. i think individualism is so special in a world where everyone copies each other. but i think it's adorable how we get inspired from other people's work. a lot of people get upset when they can only replicate and not recreate, but i think it's cool when you can see something and draw it or make it the exact same.

i throw on a brand deal matching red set. i put on a black tank top underneath, and clip a few necklaces around my neck to bring some attention to my chest. i loved gold jewelry, but i was also a huge lover of silver.

it was typically really hard for me to find jewelry that actually didn't turn me green, which is why i hardly ever agree to brand deals with jewelry companies, unless i've actually ordered from them before. i only want to give my followers and supporters the realest deals when it comes to this, i don't want their skin to turn green or blue, that's just gross. and i don't want to give them a discount on bad jewelry that rusts easily. i grabbed my black juicy couture purse from the closet. i wasn't huge on purses, but this was my baby. my grandma had bought it brand new, and when i was in high school she gave it to me. by now, it's kinda falling apart but i'd never throw it away or sell it, she's my baby. it came with a matching wallet that said 'juicy princess' on it, matching of course.

i left my bedroom, shutting off the lights and walking into the living room. camille was staring at the tv, completely lost in thought. it wasn't even on. i cleared my throat catching her attention but she was too lost in her own mind. "cami?" i gently called out and then she turned her head to look at me. "huh?" camille replied quietly, blinking at me twice in confusion. "i was being annoying wasn't i?" 

she nods slowly in agreement. "i don't mean to be annoying," i sighed, moving to sit beside her on the couch. "i just can't stand matthew, he's so annoying. i don't get why someone basic bitch, who's far too pretty for him, would try and get his attention like that." i ranted and camille nodded the whole time. i know she wasn't agreeing with me, she was just letting me know she understood me, which was honestly all i ever needed. "i know it's okay v, i just think we need a bit of space for a while." i nodded and camille stood up, leaving to her room.

i push the hair out of my face and nodded to myself. it's one thing arguing with mal, but arguing with cami. it's like she's a bunny, or a deer caught in the headlights. honestly, i think she's yelled at enough at dance. i've heard the horror stories. i rummage through my purse checking to see if my keys were in there, and they were. 

luckily i was able to get to the car without any issues, but the scent of the sturniolo triplets were all over it. especially matthew's cologne. i plopped down onto my chair, rolling all the windows down as soon as i turned the car on. i pulled out of my parking space, head shaking in irritation. i can't do anything right anymore apparently. 

the drive to school was slow, a lot of early morning traffic, but oddly enough, i liked traffic. i liked chilling in the car and wasting time listening to music. technically, my class didn't start until nine thirty, and i had only left at 8:10, school was less than twenty minutes away. i would have time to grab a coffee from the campus cafeteria and be in class before it even started. i think being late is the worst thing you can do. there is no such thing as being fashionably late, you have time to wake up, get dressed and ready and be there. being late is never cute especially when it's something important. like school, don't be late to school. 

i parked my car as close to the school as possible, and immediately head over to the school's cafeteria. i open up the front doors, sliding through them with ease. i smile once realizing my only other friend in the whole world, stephanie. she works here at the school cafeteria. i don't know if she's a student or not but she's pretty young. "hi stephanie."

"hey angel face, what'll it be today?"

she's helped us a few times when we needed help with finances. i hated taking money from people, cause then you'd eventually have to pay them back, and there's the possibility they'll hold that debt over you like black mail. but she's helped us get other jobs.  "caramel macchiato, iced, medium please." i listed off my order and stephanie got to work ringing that up. "that'll be six fifty. cash or card." i opened her wallet, sliding my card through the machine and it beeped. "alright i'll call for you when it's ready." i nodded and checked the time on her phone.

8:45 am

i tugged my notebook out of my backpack, pulling out one of my pencils. sam and i were working on a collaboration lines and i needed a new design finished before the week was over. malerie also requested a new cybersigilism tattoo design. i hear my name being called and i look up, walking over to the counter to grab my drink. "what's up with you today?" stephanie asked, leaning over the counter to get a better look of my face. "what?" i asked, taking a sip of the iced caramel flavored coffee. i didn't think i was giving off any signs that there was something wrong. the coffee has a nice bitter taste, but the sweetness of the coffee swirled it around and evened it out a bit. "you look glum... don't tell me, there's a boy?" stephanie asked quizzically. i could feel my face drop. a boy? i've never really told anyone else what happened between daniel and i since moving here, no one knows about my past except for sammy and he'd never tell anyone. do i really look like a boy's ruined my morning?

stephanie smiled in victory. "i knew it, i'm a mother, i know that look." stephanie pointed to me. "don't make a big deal out of it, it's nothing really." i tried to deny but stephanie wasn't hearing any of it. "tell me about him." what is there to even say? "i didn't know you were a mother, you're so young." i said, trying to distract her and move on to a different topic, but stephanie wasn't taking the bait. "no none of that, tell me about this mystery boy." i sighed and took a long sip of my coffee. "there's nothing to say, i mean i hate him. he's so annoying. for malerie's birthday yesterday, we all went out for breakfast and some girl was practically all over him the whole time. it's so unfair, he act's like he's so cool, like he's so tough. but he's really not. he's just a loser."

"i'd be careful telling people you hate this guy." stephanie rested her head in her hand, looking up at me. "my girls always say they hate guys but they never mean it." i rolled my eyes. how in the world can stephanie have kids who care about guys? she herself looks like a kid. "how old are you anyway?" i asked. "i'm 24." my eyes widened in shock. "i thought you were like 18..." she shrugged. "i'm glad you think that, but no. i keep in shape running after my girls all day."

"how many kids do you have?" i asked. "only two but they keep me young apparently. i had them when i was fifteen. my boyfriend at the time got me pregnant. he's in jail now, and the girls and i don't see him." i swallowed, staring down stephanie. it's a strange feelings seeing that this woman and i probably went through similar thing's. "they're twins, nine now, almost ten. one of the them, the eldest twin, arabella.. she's got this boy at her school that she doesn't like but her twin sister, dallas, says the two of them act like a married couple. she says they argue like grandma and grandpa do. sometimes i think arabella is afraid that this guy she's got a little crush on is gonna leave her like her daddy. she doesn't want me to date boys, she's been pushing them away since she was five." stephanie sighed, straightening up again. "look vega, i know we only see each other once a day in the morning before you do your schooling, and i know i've helped you girls out every once in a while, but we don't know each other, not really..." stephanie explained and i nodded in agreement. "but don't push everyone out of your life, i promise you'll grow up and regret it. i was like you once, i hated every boy i came into contact with, and i definitely don't know why you don't like guys, but i wished i could have dated more. the girls deserve a father figure and i can't give them that now because we're all so used to not having a man in our lives."

"you don't need a man, and i think you know that, but don't be afraid of them forever. they only have as much power over your lives as you give them." stephanie concluded and i nodded silently. wow. "thank you stephanie, seriously." she nodded. "anytime v."

10:10 am

when vega's school day was all done, she hurried on home, it was only 10:10, but she was exhausted. the sculpture class was actually a lot more interesting than she expected it to be. someone had come in to show the class different ways to sculpt, chisel, and scrape away at a block of stone. he made two decent sculptures in the half hour of class and had the students take notes on what he was doing.

vega liked it more than she wanted to. mostly because the guest speaker was funny. but she needed a nap.

opening the door to her home, she had parking out in the parking lot with as much ease as she had in the morning. she was even happier realizing that she had flushed the scent of matt's musk out of the car by leaving the window open a teeny crack. maybe doing that on a range rover wasn't the best idea, but honestly if someone broke in and stole her car she'd thank them for the lawsuit coming their way, and how they wouldn't need to pay for it anymore. she loved her car dearly but with the expenses of malerie's car creeping up on them, and then the holidays weren't too far ahead either, she wasn't sure how any of the girls were going to survive this winter.

vega had her first youtube video of the month coming out tomorrow, and was almost feeling in the mood to post on tiktok, that's how well her day was going. but you know how life is, it always liked to bite you in the ass.

the first thing she noticed when she opened the door, was the music. her favorite song ever, von dutch by charli xcx was playing from multiple devices, she could tell. it was playing on repeat too, so most likely it was a short video. maybe even an edit. she pranced up the stairs, singing along to the songs lyrics but cami, nick sturniolo, and malerie didn't look like they were happy. "what's wrong?" vega asked, which was weird, people usually asked her that, and there was always an answer. but for once, she felt rather okay. "you should sit down." vega eyed camille, malerie and nick curiously. "what?" vega sat down inbetween her two girl friends. "i just wanna apologize, and uh... don't freak out on me." malerie starts off. vega's eyes were wide, mouth dropped open in worry, eyebrows furrowed deeply in confusion. "alright." vega agreed, although she didn't really know what she was supposed to not freak out about, nothing bad happened right?

cami and nick seemed to flinch when malerie turned her phone around, the video playing for vega. vega's face didn't move an inch as the video played. honestly, it was a great edit. she looked fantastic, clips of her from malerie' birthday party. the flashes of bright light, von dutch, her in her sparkly dress and heels taking shots with malerie and a few of the other girls. until matt popped up and he was being edited in the video as well. vega's head tilted to the side, even more confused than before.

a quiet gasped echoed around the living room when the only scene of vega and matt showed up, and then reversed and then the edit was over. "someone made a ship edit of me and matthew fucking sturniolo?"

N O S E B L E E D S

[savvthedate]

The Quarry x Stray kids Au

based on the game 'the quarry', I highly recommend it, It's such a cool concept and story. Just an intro will be a full story.

Characters

Chan

• Born to be the cool band teacher, forced to be the Supervisor and organizer of the Jype Quarry and summer camp

• a personal favorite of the camps owner

• without a doubt going to be the most missed counselor after summer is over

Lee know

• head of cooking class and helps out in the kitchen

• the kids are both scared of him and love to mess with him

• fist day of camp, kids locked him in his cabin (he almost quit and went home)

• kids aren't to big on his cooking class but they do enjoy eating

• tbh summer camp wasn't all that exciting to him

• scared to death of the possibility of bears in the camp

• camp mascot, Maize the cat, sleeps In his cabin

Changbin

• gym instructor, in charge of most camp activities

• High energy and always encouraging kids to push the selves

• first day of the job he was almost registered as a camper

• One of the counselors the kids were scared of the first day but quickly became the goofy fan favorite

• for some reason he was never in his cabin at night, if he wasn't doing anything with the other counselors he was just doing random things

Hyunjin

• Art teacher

• mainly does small crafts like pinecone bird houses, etc

• does majority of the designs for camp

• luckily for him he only actually has to do work once a week

• the first choice for campers to come to if they need something

• extremely trustworthy, funny, but still strict

• next to changbin, he's the only counselor the kids listen to

Han

• in charge of camp announcements, music, technical support

• practically hides from the kids

• they always find him though

• got in trouble one time for leaving his radio hut unlocked and someone stole the movie projector

• cried his first week at camp, mainly because he was supposed to aid Lee knows cooking class but got overwhelmed, so Chan moved him to announcements and radio duty so he won't actually have to interact with kids

Felix

• is he even a counselor tbh?

• just showed up a week late for the job and was assigned to be a fill in and assistant to anyone who needed him

• kinda just hangs around, he's practically one of the campers

• most hardest part of his summer was losing a kid he was in charge of on one of changbins hikes

• he promised to never join that class again

Seungmin

• supervisors assistant

• takes his job seriously half the time

• the only time he doesn't is when a camper says he's not really necessary

• just look at him wrong and he's like 'im not doing this anymore just to get disrespected'

• honestly just the embodiment of 'old man yells at cloud'

• honestly he was ready to go home after the first two weeks, but then realized he lived really far away

• longest 2 months of his life and he won't do it again

Jeongin

• head swim couch, main life guard when it's a camp beach day

• he had signed up to be the art teacher but since the position was filled he settled for swimming

• always has at least 3 assistants with him, there is no one way he's teaching all those kids by himself

• tbh wishes he showed up late like Felix to get a lucky job

• the campers won't let him breathe. Always makes fun of him and Lee know

• everyone feels bad for him because he always has the most complaints from parents, he really doesn't understand what he did wrong honestly

[eleanorandphantom]

Daily life in a Loopᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Hello! I thought I would post a day in the life of living in a loop, specifically the September 3rd 1940 loop located in Cairnholm, Wales 🤭

(yes I will be going into the nitty gritty and using time stamps)

7:30 am:

Wake up

Make beds

Get dressed

Head downstairs for breakfast

8:00 am:

(Each ward is assigned a day to cook meals, instead of having a seven day week we made weeks designated for the amount of wards we have in our loop, currently there are 11 (before Vic died, before Jacob arrived, and including myself))

This is how the week goes:

Day 1: Horace

Day 2: Eleanor 

Day 3: Fiona

Day 4: Emma

Day 5: Hugh

Day 6: Bronwyn

Day 7: Millard

Day 8: Enoch

Day 9: Claire

Day 10: Victor 

Day 11: Olive

9:30 am:

Breakfast is over, normally the older kids help with clean up

10:15 am:

We head out on our morning walk, usually stop off at the local library to pick up some books we are interested in for lessons

12:30 pm:

Classes begin, each class is around half an hour, we have the usual mathematics, literature, sciences, human history, health, home economics, and of course peculiar history, blending in with normals, fashion trends in the present world, how to escape from situations, and basic peculiar criteria

Each day the schedule for classes change, so we might have 3 “normal” classes and 3 peculiar classes, the next day we would have different classes etc etc

1:30pm ish:

We have a later lunch/snack

3:30pm ish:

We would finish with classes for the day and have the rest of our loop day to roam, do as we please, or work on homework and projects that we are assigned

6:30pm:

We have dinner, it normally lasts a while since we have a lot of discussions and we all work to clean up afterwards unlike breakfast

7:45pm:

We get ready for bed and come back downstairs to prepare for reset, we find it entertaining to watch and we look forward to it each day

8:30pm:

Loop reset is finished and we head inside to the living room where we read from The Tales, read our own stories (my favorite is Bronwyn’s series that she’s writing, it’s story about a human girl falling in love with a spirit of a witch, the title of the book is called Clairvoyant Love and it’s so cute) and perform our little acting skits for each other, it’s quite entertaining watching Horace and Millard act out Caesar’s death 🤭

9:30pm:

We head to our rooms, lights out is 11:30 so we can still hang with our loop mates or take showers or do basically whatever but we have to stay in the house

11:30pm:

Lights out and sleep for another day in the loop

We do have days where we don’t do classes and do training, we also have a theater class where we practice modern literature as well as practice acting like modern normals in case we have to leave the loop. We make small scripts and our Ymbrynes rate our performance based off of how susceptible we are to being caught as peculiars

Living the same day over and over again has its advantages and disadvantages, one being that you can master a lot of skills, while also battling insanity, thankfully we find ways to make life fun and exciting

if you have any questions or wanna know more I’d be happy to write more about this! It’s one of my favorite topics about my DR, since the mundane portion of my Dr is one of the main reasons I shift there, other than being with my found family, having ridiculously cool powers, and plenty of adventure for a life time, it’s nice to be able to have a schedule and relaxed time

thanks for tuning in!! See you next time :D

[solacescastleglow]

April Challenge: Self Boundary Setting

I can't believe it's April already! So for this month I'm going to work on making my life more structured, mostly because I've been so relaxed with myself this past month. I read The Secret History, became obsessed, and started backsliding into really unhelpful behaviour patterns (and of course my therapist is on holiday, so I can't talk about it with her). I've given myself March to wallow in it, but now it's time to be a big kid and get over myself.

1. Bedtime

For the past few months, I've been going to sleep literally whenever, but my wake up times have been chaotic. In an attempt to wrangle that into some semblance of consistency, I will be making my bedtime midnight. No exceptions. I've also done this thing a lot where I lie down, thinking I'd get ready for bed later, and then immediately fall asleep. No more of that. I'm going to avoid this by not allowing myself to lie down until after I'm ready for bed.

2. Intuitive eating

One of the bigger things that bothered me last month was that, somehow, reading that book triggered my disordered eating patterns. This month I'm going to have to set more goals with eating enough, even though I'm in that frustrating part of the cycle where I don't really want to. So here's the plan: I'm going to make a weekly meal plan focussing on getting enough protein and fibre, and then I'll do it, because I told myself I would.

3. Self study

I've got a pretty tough thing going on, what with trying to learn 3 languages and an instrument while studying. Giving enough time to each thing so I can actually progress means I'll have to be focussed for at least 1 hr 45 min a day, not including the two hours every other day I've set aside for my actual uni work. Maybe I'll try a rotation of languages instead (that will cut the self study time down to 45 min), especially when my assignments are closer to due. I'm not sure. Anyway, I'll try the first option to start with.

4. Exercise

I've been in an energy crash all of March, so I haven't exercised this whole time. I need to get back into it now. I've wanted to take fencing classes since I was 14, but was always too sick to... until now. So to accommodate for the fact that the class is 2 hours long, I'll bookend it with rest days, and the rest of the week do half an hour of whatever I feel like. Until the next semester of the fencing class starts (when I'll join), I'll replace it with stretches designed to help with fencing.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Mike Luckovich

* * * *

A self-limiting virus

December 7, 2024

Robert B. Hubbell

We are stuck in a news cycle in which Trump is making mind-numbing nominations, and his henchmen are making ludicrous proposals to eliminate $2 trillion from the budget. This state of affairs will stretch into early January. It is not a good place to be because we are in a partial state of suspended animation, experiencing unrelenting bad news with little room for resistance and action. That will change after the 119th Congress begins on January 6, 2025, and confirmation hearings begin.

As painful as the nomination process has been and will continue to be, it provides a clear view of how Democrats will reclaim Congress and the presidency over the next four years. In short, Trump's nominations and budget proclamations are so outrageously bad that they will act as self-limiting viruses on the future electoral prospects of the GOP.

To be clear, I am not saying that we can sit back and wait for the GOP to implode. I am saying that we should be ready for the implosion and should do everything in our power to accelerate it.

Trump ran on a populist agenda that was filled with lies from start to finish. But many supported Trump because they were fooled by claims he would magically reduce inflation, protect Social Security and Medicare, cut taxes for the middle class, and deport 10 million immigrants in his first year in office—all while reducing federal expenditures by 30%.

Trump supporters who are paying attention to his post-election actions should be experiencing the sinking feeling that they were the “mark” in Trump's con game. They are suddenly hearing proposals to cut Social Security and Medicare, cut veterans’ healthcare, eliminate tax credits for childcare and dependents, allow pharma companies to raise the prices of prescription drugs, and extend tax cuts for the rich while imposing tariffs on tens of thousands of everyday consumer items.

Even if Trump's supporters haven’t started to get that sinking feeling yet, they will—and soon. The painful epiphany that they have been duped is inevitable. Trump's delusional belief that he has a “mandate” is encouraging him to swing for the fences in the ballpark of depravity.

As I wrote yesterday, we must distinguish between what Trump says he will do and what he can actually accomplish. While the damage inflicted will be bad, it won’t be as bad as his outlandish promises. Our job is to make Trump and the GOP choke on every ridiculous, mean-spirited, half-baked, greedy, out-of-touch, oligarchical proposal designed to enrich Trump and his already-rich pals—regardless of whether he is able to deliver on them.

One post-mortem criticism about the 2024 campaign with which I agree is that Democrats were “too nice.” While we should always honor the truth, the truth about Trump is much uglier than portrayed in Democratic campaign ads. We can’t repeat that mistake.

The good and bad news is that Trump will make it nearly impossible for us to repeat that mistake in 2026 and 2028. Yesterday, I discussed his obscene proposals to decimate the social safety net and agencies critical to the protection of the health, safety, financial security, and national security of all Americans. Today, the media is highlighting the fact that Trump is intent on creating an oligarchy financed, populated, and run by billionaire donors.

Reporting by the NYTimes this week disclosed that Elon Musk donated a quarter billion dollars to help Trump win. See MSNBC, Here’s how much money Elon Musk spent to help Trump win the election. That staggering amount does not include the combined heft of Musk’s Trump-friendly algorithms and bots that boosted pro-Trump posts and suppressed posts for and by Democrats.

Having his campaign financed by a handful of billionaires has resulted in a cabinet that can only be described as a haven for billionaires (actual and aspiring). See Axios, Trump's billionaires set to take government by storm.

Other nominees of substantial wealth are omitted from the above list because they have effectively concealed their net worth.

One downside of having a government of oligarchs is that they have no conception of the daily struggle faced by most Americans. For example, eliminating Head Start may seem trivial—even virtuous—to a billionaire who will never know food insecurity. However, for hundreds of thousands of children, Head Start provides 50% of their daily intake of calories. Kids can’t learn while they are hungry and undernourished. Musk and Ramaswamy have proposed entirely eliminating Head Start, apparently oblivious to the fact that they are denying a vital source of daily sustenance to hundreds of thousands of children.

The twin aims of the second Trump term seem to be revenge and greed. His nominees have been selected to advance those aims on the backs of the working-class that Trump duped into voting for him. They will eventually figure out that Trump has lied to them—especially if we remind them of that fact in words of one syllable every chance we get.

Concluding Thoughts

We are enduring the painful part of the cycle as Trump announces nominations designed to destroy the federal government while enriching his wealthy friends. We must remember that Trump is sowing the seeds of the GOP’s defeat with every outrageous nomination and ludicrous pronouncement. If we can hold that thought, we can make it through the next few months. Don’t cringe and cower; remember and prepare. The 2026 midterms have already started—and Trump is undermining his party every day. Let’s do everything in our power to leverage Trump’s depravity to our advantage.

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

[laxyaklovesloz]

Danny Phantom Revisit Season One

Mystery Meat 5

Master Post

“We didn’t do anything!” Danny said hurriedly. “Didn’t you see the ghosts fighting?”

“I don’t care who did what,” Mr. Lancer said, removing his hand from Danny’s shoulder. “Someone has to clean up this mess, and it might as well be you.”

Danny’s hands balled into fists and he clenched his jaw. He may be technically responsible, but Lancer didn’t know that. And punishing them just because they were in the center of it?

Mr. Lancer frowned at Danny and said, “You know what, I have another idea. Next week is Spirit Week, and to celebrate, the school’s counselor will interview everyone. You three will be first in line to talk to Ms. Spectra. I think it will be good for you, especially you, Mr. Fenton. We don’t want that anger spilling over into something destructive. Now come with me to get the supplies you’ll need to take care of this mess.”

Danny took a deep breath as Mr. Lancer led them into the school. Why was he so worked up about this? He’d never been so angry before, even when Dash wailed on him for no reason. He used to just take things like this without a fight. Now it seemed he found a spark of fight in him.

But what use was it? Taking his anger out on Mr. Lancer would only make things worse. He tried to bottle it up as they walked to the custodial closet. He would get control of his emotions.

Mr. Lancer made them clean up the bits of meat strewn about the campus. It took so long that they missed two classes. Danny ached from the fight he had with the Lunch Lady. By the end, he was actually grateful to go back to class instead of wandering around the school grounds picking up meat.

Word spread about a meat monster attacking the school. No one seemed to know she was a ghost. Didn’t matter to Danny. He wasn’t about to correct them. However, it was mentioned that a ghost fought the meat monster and won. Danny smiled at that.

Things were back to normal when he got home after school. His parents no longer thought Jazz was a ghost. What a relief!

That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Danny floated down to the basement lab and hovered in front of the portal. He held the Fenton Thermos in his hands, but his mind was on the portal’s mysteries. The Ghost Zone was on the other side, but what was it like? Did he need special equipment, like in space? No, he was half ghost. He should be fine… Right?

But settled next to his apprehension was a feeling of excitement. And… longing. Something in his chest thrilled at the prospect of entering the Ghost Zone. Maybe he would feel more at home there than he thought.

With an unnecessary breath to settle his nerves, Danny went into the portal.

A swirling green tunnel greeted him on the other side. He quickly crossed the twenty or so feet to another identical portal, ready to see what was beyond.

The Ghost Zone was a mass of greens, from neon highlights to black shadows. Ectoplasm dripped up from a staircase that led to nowhere. Intricate but random patterns were etched into the sides of sideways buildings. Purple doors of various designs floated in the distance.

Upon entering the Ghost Zone, Danny’s chest swelled with a feeling of comfort. He felt rejuvenated like he just woke up. He belonged here. Or, at least, half of him did. What would it be like if he was in his human form? Now didn’t seem like the time to find out.

He wandered around, staring at all the strange structures. He picked out landmarks to help him find his way back. Behind the staircase was a door with a star on it. Around an island was a six-story building in an unnatural L-shape.

Once satisfied that he traveled far enough, he stopped in the green expanse and opened the thermos, pressing the release button. The Lunch Lady came out in a reverse whirlpool. Holding her head, she appeared dizzy. She looked around, gathering her bearings, then at Danny.

He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “The lunch menu is back to normal. Will you please stay in the Ghost Zone now?”

The Lunch Lady put a hand to her sternum and closed her eyes, smiling. “Yes, I sense order is restored.”

“Um,” Danny said, “do you mind if I ask some questions?”

“You may, sweetie.”

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Why did you go through the portal? I mean, I know you were upset about the menu, but how did you know?”

“Let me ask you a question. What do you know about being a ghost?”

“Well… nothing, really,” Danny admitted. “I know I have powers, but I’m still working to control them.”

“No one taught you anything?”

Danny shook his head.

The Lunch Lady sighed. “Then I’ll have to give it a try. Ghosts have Obsessions, things we think about constantly and sense when they’re disturbed.” She paused, as though debating something. When she went on, her tone shifted to something darker. Not in an evil way, like before, but in a sad way.

“My Obsession is making sure children aren’t hungry. It stems from my life during the Great War.” She took a moment to gather herself, emotion filling her eyes. “Food was scarce, to the point of rationing. The poorer children – there were many of them – often went without food. I couldn’t stand to see them that way! I did what I could to help, even giving children my lunch and going hungry myself.

“When the menu at your school changed, I sensed that children were going hungry again. My Obsession took over and… well, you know the rest.”

“Yeah,” Danny said, stunned. It must have shown on his face because the Lunch Lady laughed – a tinkling, kind laugh, though it was tinged with sadness.

“It’s a lot to take in,” she said. “Do you have more questions, sweetie?”

Danny fiddled absently with the Fenton Thermos. “Yeah. What is this place? Why do I feel so at home here?”

“This is the Infinite Realms, where ghosts of all kinds dwell.” She pointed to a door behind Danny. “Each doorway leads to a ghost’s lair, but some lairs, such as the Far Frozen, are part of the realm. You can find them if you explore enough.

“As for why you feel the way you do, it’s because your Core belongs here. It craves the ectoplasm that is abundant in the realms.”

“My Core?” Danny asked.

“It’s like your heart, but more central to your essence.” She placed her hand on her sternum again. “It’s where your Obsession comes from, and your powers.”

“What’s my Obsession?”

“I don’t know. That’s something you have to figure out yourself.”

Danny thought for a minute. The Lunch Lady watched him patiently. Eventually, he asked, “What happens to humans here?”

“I do not know. As far as I know, no human has been here. You could find out.”

Danny thought about it. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“I’m right here if you need me,” the Lunch Lady offered. “Or you could return to your portal if anything goes wrong.”

“Yeah… yeah. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I can always transform back if I need to. Okay, I’ll do it.” He closed his eyes and let the white rings change him into a human. Nothing happened. He took a deep breath and smelled the Ghost Zone for the first time. Oddly enough, it smelled like Mountain Dew – citrusy and tangy. He opened his eyes and looked at his body. He was floating without feeling the tug of gravity. He laughed.

“It would appear humans are safe in the realms,” the Lunch Lady said.

Danny transformed back and said, “Yeah, guess so. That’s great! I don’t have to worry about accidentally turning human!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get control of your powers soon enough.”

“Thanks, Lunch Lady.”

“Call me Helen.”

“Thanks, Helen,” Danny said. “So… I guess this means we’re cool now?”

Helen frowned in confusion. “Cool?”

“Yeah, it means we’re good. We don’t have to fight anymore.”

“Oh, I see. Yes! We’re… cool.”

Danny grinned. “Cool! Oh, I have one more question.” He looked down at the Fenton Thermos. “Why do I get so angry lately? I have this teacher, Mr. Lancer, who made me clean up after our fight, even though he didn’t know I was part of that fight. It made me so angry! But… I don’t know why.” His face was scrunched up when he looked at Helen.

She had her hand on her chin in thought. “I’m not sure. It could be because of your Core. Perhaps you as a ghost have an aversion to authority.” She chuckled. “I’m not surprised. You are a teenager, after all.”

“So it could be because I’m a ghost?” Danny asked. “What else is new?” he mumbled. “I thought being a ghost was all cool powers, not getting angry.”

“There are positives and negatives to everything,” Helen said. “I’m sure you’ll discover many new things about yourself.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Danny muttered. He looked around, trying to think of what to say next. “I think I’m out of questions for now. Wait, how can I find you?”

“Maybe one day I’ll show you my lair, but for now, I think you ought to go home. I’m sure your family misses you.”

Danny waved a hand in dismissal. “They’re all asleep. But I guess you’re right. I should go home. Thank you for answering my questions.”

“You’re welcome, Danny. Thank you for taking the time to listen.”

“You’re welcome,” Danny said. “Well, see you around, I guess.”

“Goodbye.”

Danny had a lot to think about on his way back to the portal. What was his Obsession? Would he go feral if he sensed something wrong? Helen was a nice lady who only acted crazy because of her Obsession. Did that happen to all ghosts? Would he be different because of his human half?

His mind turned to what Helen told him about herself. The information she gave seemed sacred – like he shouldn’t tell it to anyone else. Maybe a ghost’s history was something shared in the greatest confidence. He felt honored that Helen felt that way about him.

At the portal, he went invisibly and looked around before going through fully. No one was in the lab. They were probably all still asleep. The thought made Danny’s eyes droop, and he went upstairs to his room.

[whentherewerebicycles]

gosh I could not sleep last night… still tossing and turning at 2am even after I took the second half of my sleeping pill. what gives!!! I think I was worried about my mom’s surgery today and still a little worked up about that annoying work encounter and also maybe read a long angsty fic a little too close to bed. but I took the dogs out at 6 and then went back to sleep till 8:20 so I feel ok. and today I only have one real meeting and one very short student check-in so it’ll be a nice easy relaxed day of getting stuff done!!

ok here’s my list of small to medium tasks:

email DH back about open access

email JG back about makerspace stuff and projects for ZL

email EL synthesis notes + syllabus request

email CV thank you + synthesis notes + ideas about first gen serving class

email AP back with thank you for report and some info about CUREs (find a good intro)

email JD about meeting to discuss student input

and then here are some of the more sustained thinking/research tasks I want to tackle today and tomorrow during my work blocks:

do some brainstorming about the framework and possible assignments for this first-year research course I’m co-teaching in the winter. they currently teach it in a way that I think leans too heavily on guest speakers + book reports lol and misses out on the opportunity to do some digging-deeper work around community building, demystifying academic research cultures, and developing a sense of your identity/values as an aspiring researcher. I really want us to specifically design and recruit for the class with first-gen equity/access/identity formation in mind and I have lots of ideas about how if we develop a really solid/effective frame for the class we could offer a new themed version of it every quarter. plus I really want to befriend one of the first-gen focused academic coaches I met this week because she seems so thoughtful and kind and was so interested in working together on something, and this might be a fun initial thing for her to consult on.

do some brainstorming for this research careers in industry speaker event series. I want to first identify the 4-5 career areas we are targeting and write out a brief rationale (club partnerships, underrepresented majors, link to faculty research, etc). then I want to put together a simple one-page pitch for CB that lays out the project and explicitly ties each part to our assessment plan goals. I got some weird pushback here that I think was based on a misunderstanding of what we were doing and why, so I want to be suuuuper clear about how it advances our office’s goals. I think I need to get all this cleared with her before moving forward so I’ll hold off on the next stages of planning until then.

ok I think I will shower/get ready from 9:45-10:15 then do emails until my 11-12 meeting then work steadily on the above projects until my 3-3:30 meeting then maybe finish emails? tbd.

[project-sour-grapes]

I'm already behind in my math class, the class that is a level below the math that I already know how to do, but that I decided to take as a refresher and as a prerequisite to--again--the math that I already know how to do. But I just don't give that much of a damn. The problem is that the final, grand vision of where this class is supposedly going to get me is not there. The idea of being a doctor seems like such a circus. I think of the things that I see at work in the hospital and I feel trapped. Then I think of going a different route and maybe just being a paramedic and owning my own tech business, and things seem brighter. Is that just me being "poopy pants" as David Goggins says? If I were to not have a poopy pants mentality, what would I actually do? I'd probably knock my full-time job out of the park, even though they pay half of what I can bill elsewhere, and I'd kill my part-time contracts (in a good way), and I'd start working on my business again.

Is this a sour grapes thing or is this just me learning about myself? Another question to ask myself is whether I am moving away from an uncomfortable situation or moving toward something that is legitimately better and more worth the challenge?

A short popped up on my feed today from a girl, who we'll say is not neurotypical. It was about an art student, whose teacher changed which medium she was allowed to work in for her assignment, and in response, she refused to do the assignment. She was happy to take the zero on principle. That is honestly how I would feel. I'd have the same response. Like motherfucker, you do not need to change shit like that. I already spent time planning. You are not God coming down from the heavens to teach me a lesson. You are not Mr. Miyagi. Because I respond in this way to dumb shit like this, I am worried I will have meltdowns at several points along the way to becoming a doctor. There is so much dumb shit that pops up in any system designed by humans. The problem with me is that if I perceive something as unjust, my body refuses to participate. Hell, when my boss was roasting me for not having a project done that needed a month of work in a mere 3-5 days, I couldn't participate in the conversation. I just stared at my computer and shook my head. My mouth was wired shut with anger.

A story from David Goggins' book, "Can't Hurt Me," comes to mind though. During pool comp in BUD/S, one thing that everybody has to do is tie a few knots around some string in the pool. However, they don't just have to tie the knots with slick, wet fingers in the water. They have to hold their breath, dive down about 10-12 feet, and then tie several of these knots in one go. They get a few tries at these tests. Otherwise, they get rolled back to the next class that starts back up in a few weeks. And then another failure means they get dropped from training completely (to my understanding). When Goggin's had to go through pool comp, this one instructor, who had it out for him all throughout BUD/S, made the knot-tying test especially difficult for him. He made Goggins stay down for extra time and do extra knots or something to that effect. Something Goggins could have and probably should have passed out from due to literally not breathing. Homie should have drowned. But Goggins recalls tying the knots and then smiling at the instructor underwater just to show the instructor that he didn't care that he was being given a harder time than the other candidates. He recalls the instructor actually panicking to breath himself and kicking to the surface faster than Goggins did.

If I were in Goggins' shoes, what would I have done. Which mindset would I have? Would I be whining about how unfair the instructors are? Would I be cynical, because knot tying doesn't make one SEAL better than another? I kind of have a clue given my track record. Cynicism has been the default for much of my life. I guess it didn't really matter to Goggins, because he was finally ready to be something and not be his old self who just made excuses. He did want to be a Navy SEAL. He had a "why," so he could withstand any "how," in Viktor Frankl's words. (Funnily enough, he has also preached over the past few years that we don't really need external "whys" to get stuff done. The "why" is to just fucking do it and to expand our minds and ourselves.)

Back to my situation and my supposed "poopy pants" mentality, is my mindset shitty or am I just seeing medicine up close and going, "I don't actually want that"? I have shadowed a few doctors, and what I have seen has actually been kind of boring. Spine surgery is neat, but overall kind of gross and barbaric. GI surgery bores me. Trauma GI surgery--I can take it or leave it. Brain surgery did not grab me the way that I thought it would. Also, why are we nonchalant about neurons getting stuck to the drill bits like they're disposable wood shavings? I get that it is necessary, and that people will die without this surgery, but the juxtaposition of power tools and this person's fucking brain is just whack. They're under a tarp and we are drilling away like this is some alien robo-helmet installation. On top of that, clinic seems like a little cage. Docs just ping pong around the same four tiny rooms for hours as patients play musical chairs in them, and I think doing that for more than 5 hours a week would make me shoot myself.

As a side note before I forget, I made some financial decisions that have forced me to kick medical school applications down the road a few years anyway. I won't be able to afford medical school for at least 3 (maybe 4 or 5) years. One of the advantages of making this decision was that I knew it was going to allow me to take a step back and explore what I really wanted out of my career rather than letting fear guide me in a major way. I have to remind myself that I have time to decide and also that, if I want to take a step back and legitimately just not do the doctor thing, I can.

I really can't tell if the doctor thing is "sour grapes" or not. My brain is clever at using cynicism to trick me out of wanting something.

You know what, I am going to keep tabs on my cynicism and see where it is actually popping up. Let's see if these things that I don't like about doctors' day-to-days are cynical in nature or if they're coming from me actually disliking things (or more importantly, knowing that my time might be better spent in another way, say with biomedical engineering, programming, etc.). I will do some thinking and keep my eyes peeled.

The "Do I feel like a real human and a man" question from the previous post is still at the forefront of my mind. These two thoughts will be an interest lens to see my work, studying, etc. through during this next week.

[orcelito]

Oh yeah so for my UX design class. Our final project is creating some sort of app that links to a wearable fitness device. Like a fitbit. And my group's doing a lil tamagotchi thing, whatever. It's kind of dumb but this class is kind of dumb anyways. I suck it up and do it regardless so that I can graduate.

Anyways so we actually only came up with this idea on Monday lol. Barely done any work on it. But the guy in our group got a fuck ton of interviews yesterday for it, and thank GOD he did bc GUESS WHAT!!! The "check-in" that we had today that was Supposed to be the TA walking around to talk to groups ended up beinggggg INFORMAL PRESENTATIONS!!!!!!!! And no one was fucking ready for it bc on Monday she'd asked for us to choose between presentations or individual discussions and we chose individual discussions. But I guess she decided to do presentations after all.

And well ok so I have a habit of being a little late to this class every day. It's a 3 hour studio and so long as u get there within 15 mins they're chill about it. And today was extra sucky cause I got RAINED ON like pretty hard. Cold ass rain. My jeans were soaked. And well that sucked pretty hard.

But I walked in to find that they were doing PRESENTATIONS and I was like Aw Fuck. And see the thing is, 2 of my groupmates in that class are always *very* late. Like half an hour to an hour late, if they even show up at all. So I couldn't count on them. And my remaining groupmate is the quiet type, so I couldn't count on her either.

So I was like. Aw, fuck. It's up to me.

Sat there in the 5 or 10 mins I had while other groups were presenting to review the interview results from yesterday (I hadn't even looked at them yet 😭😭😭) and then I fuckin gave an informal presentation on the fly about our project that we Totally didn't start working on only 2 days ago (lol). And the thing is. Somehow???? We had the most work done out of the class?????? Most of them hadn't even done interviews yet 😭😭😭😭 like this is due on the 2nd and next week is Thanksgiving break 😭😭😭😭 there is NOT much time left!!!!!!!

But yeah I was riding that high of carrying that presentation for us. I'm so Fucking good at bullshitting.

[vexxerveesvoice]

@docescene Fifteen Day Word Count Challenge Days Six and Seven: Getaway

Amanda closed the door to her room, sighing against the heavy quiet. She could hear her sorority sisters blasting pop a few rooms down the hallway, but that was normal for a Friday afternoon. Classes were finished and most of Greek row was gearing up for parties. Amanda couldn’t wait to escape it.

She emptied her backpack onto her bed and loaded it up with what she’d need: her life jacket, compass and map, a change of clothes or two, and her water shoes. She’d pick up her kayak, tent, and food when she dropped by home on the way to the Sound. She was due for a visit anyway.

Hefting the much-lighter pack back up, Amanda snuck out of her room, down the stairs, and out the back door before any of her sisters could catch her.

The wet winter air settled against her shoulders, weighing her down a little as she made her way to the bus stop. She couldn’t wait to get to her car again. Navigating Seattle was bad with a car, but sometimes it felt even worse relying on transit. At least today it seemed to be running on schedule.

She hopped aboard the bus when it rolled up, scanned her ID card, and headed towards the back, settling into her favorite seat and pulling up an audiobook to pass the ride to the light rail station.

---

Amanda opened the front door to her family’s apartment to the sound of something sizzling on the stove.

“Mandy?” Mom called out from the kitchen. “Did you check the mail on your way up?”

“Yeah,” Amanda placed the small pile of election advertisements, coupon pages, and bills on the entryway table. “Nothing fun.”

“Ah, boo,” Mom said. “Anything fun at the house?”

Amanda let out a long-suffering groan. “No. I have to go to a social next week, so I have to reschedule my trip with Kaya. My big sister didn’t tell me until last night, she forgot.”

“That’s a shame. I heard the weather was supposed to be gorgeous.”

“It is! It was the one break in rain I’ve seen on the forecast in weeks!” Amanda toed off her shoes and walked to the dining room, messily collapsing into her usual seat. “I know I literally signed up for this but I can’t help but feel like it was a mistake sometimes.”

“You’ll find your footing. And your people. Trust the process,” Mom soothed.

“The process hasn’t been very kind to me yet,” Amanda pouted.

“It’s November, sweetheart. Of your freshman year. Of course you’re struggling a bit,” Mom walked in from the kitchen, drying her hands on a tea towel. “If you won’t trust the process, then at least trust me.”

Amanda sighed, still wearing a disgruntled frown, but relented. “Fine.”

“Atta girl. You still have the key to the storage unit, right?”

“Yup.”

“Then go ahead and get started. Your gear should be ready and I put a new pack of camp food in your kayak.”

“You’re the best, Mom,” Amanda got up to give Mom a hug. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. You’re the one with a weekend of hard work ahead of you.”

“Hard work that I signed up for,” Amanda reminded. “I’ve done this how many times alone now?”

“I know, I know. Just be careful. And take some pictures for Sarah. She misses you.”

“I will.”

---

Richmond Beach was only half an hour away from home with traffic, so it made the most sense as a cast-off point. She parked in the lot below the playground, unloaded her car, and made her way to the shoreline.

A light drizzle was already falling, promising a rainy night and rainier Saturday. At least her jacket was designed for Washington weather, not that a little water ever hurt. If visibility stayed good, she could probably make it to Possession Point by nightfall.

[mushroombonny]

Please read this whole thing or at least the first and last half that talks about the actual game!

Well hello!! I just wanted to pop in and say that the Francuoer dating sim will go on a hiatus for about 6 months to a possible year because I'm currently in a hospital.

My hospital original planned stay was for about a week and a half because my instines were twisted. But come last night they got infected after a little over 24 hours after the surgery to fix them was. And now I'm missing an organ cause my stomach was so big that it ran into my lungs. So I have to heal and use a bag that's comming out if me for the bathroom until December or January since that'll be when i get my new organ transplant. Than I have to wait will next August to be able to take the bag out I think and than a few months later I'll be fully healed.

At least that's what I was told and understand, I've been on a bunch of meds for pain and stuff since the 18th of August so I haven't been fully here at least only like 50-60% here but yeah still not alot. But anywho, as you can see I won't have the energy or availability to finish working on the dating sim. I also won't be working at I'll be finishing my classes by my teachers probably helping me a lot more than I'd want to [cause I'll feel stupid]

But along with these pictures I made before I was ever in the hospital I wanna share with you guys what all I had left to get done! For are I had to finish all backgrounds expect for 2 for his character sprites I have the base of them done just had to draw the odd ones and the different face expressions, I also already had the color palettes ready for his date outfits along with the designs an I just had to draw them. For the script I had pretty much all of it done except for the conversations and the aftermath of what would take place during/after each date. And of course the editing it all together.

Now I know that seems like a lot but if i was able to work on the script while still going to school and work in between than I would have gotten it done in about a week or less. The art would have taken me about a week maybe 2 weeks. And then editing and making sure everything is right and ready before posting would have taken me about 3 weeks since it would be final touches. So all together that would have taken me about a month to finish!!

But now i won't be working on it or other projects [like the animation memes] because I'll be too focused on healing and making sure nothing else goes wrong (;_; ) now I'm not asking for money support or anything because me and family together are able to cover everything [luckily] BUT I would like to ask if everyone got other fans more interneted and showed them this idea? My last couple of post babe talked about it and I'll also includes sneak peaks of what I have done with you all so that maybe by the time I'm all healer I can still have peoples support to finish it!

I would also love it if I could get some voice actors involved and maybe even game developers so that the final project can actually be a game and not only an interactive video!

Voiced characters are Lucille, unnamed co-worker [character sprite is my oc], and Francuoer [who will mainly have chips or hums]

I already have background music covered and same with background art ALTHOUGH if someone or so was interested in being a background artist for the game feel free to either comment or dm me [anyone can also dm me on my main Instagram account: vixthelilbun]

Along side that I'm totally interested in working with game developers who have at least some experiences with dating sims [doesn't have to be mind blowing but I want it to look nice for a final product]

But please show some work history from what you have done and I'll reach back with you at some point and time to talk to go about it [it won't be a year or 6 months since I know work can take a while. The ending peaces will just take a year to 6 months to get to you since I won't have it done around then.

Pricing will also be talked about when we chat as I know everyone pays differently!

Once again comment down below/message me on here or on my main Instagram: vixthelilbun if your interneted in working with me!

[pan-but-meh-pt3]

Hello, hello! First post, and it will be an introduction to the characters of my DND party, and even though the adventure hasn't even started yet, I already have a story for y'all! I won't be using real names, but the characters class/race, ok thank you

First up is me! I made a tiefling bard, so guess my personality from that~

Next we have our Half-Orc barbarian

Then our Dragon-born sorcerer or warlock, not entirely sure, leaning towards sorcerer

Then our paladin, who I've forgotten the race of! (I'm sorry, this is literally the second time we come together to make our sheets, I'm still figuring out mine, let alone the others, I just know classes mainly)

Then we have our druid, also forgotten the race of

Then finally, our DM/halfling bard, who is also a familiar to the druid, so when we have a different DM, they can hop in and already have stats

SO, READY TO HEAR THE STORY!? NO?!! TOO BAD, YOU'RE GONNA ANYWAY! So, we've only met for DND twice so far, very new group who is still trying to figure out what the fuck everything means, right?!

So the dragon-born says "oh, there's an app that actually can help us, let's try that!"

So we try it... I fucking hated it and it made no sense to me. IDK HOW THEY UNDERSTOOD IT, BUT THAT GAVE ME A FUCKING-UGH, I JUST HATED IT, MADE MY BRAIN HURT!!!

So we decide "hey, fuck it, the barbarian isn't even here today, let's wait get them caught up, and then try again next week" (we decided every Saturday I think, idk)

So, I leave the room to go to sleep, and the second I do, I tear up and cry, deadass

That website was shit, I was feeling stupid for not understanding it, the numbers were confusing, it's late and my brain usually dies at like 10-ish, so I just broke. I WASN'T IN THE ROOM THOUGH SO NO ONE COULD SEE, SO YAY! 😃

I wasn't full on balling or sobbing, none of that shit, just a few stress tears I think

So anyway, DND is going great so far, love the character designing aspect and creating their back stories. THE NUMBERS AND SHIT, NOT SO MUCH!

[nervousgardenerkid]

Bruised hearts and bloody noses

a/n: okay this was so CUTE and was on my mind for WEEKS when i got the ask!! i hope you guys enjoy it and again i'm sorry it took me FOREVER 😭 i'm doing my best i SWEAR!! credit to the gif owner <3

warnings: reader is not the one to fuck around with, mentions of blood, mentions of weed i love u weed, reader is female presenting and she/her pronouns are used, eddie being nonchalant but then all cute, that's all i can think of rn

“I fucking hate gym class.” You mutter under your breath while walking next to Robin. She lets out a hum to let you know she agrees with you.

“Me too, but it could be worse!”

You snort, your eyes falling on Rebecca.

“Yeah, nothing like having gym class with the biggest bitch in Hawkins.”

“And me!” Robin exclaimed while throwing her arm around your shoulders. She did have a point. Although you hated gym and half of the people in it, you were glad you at least had Robin with you. You open your mouth getting ready to reply to her when you trip over someone’s foot. You're lucky that reflexes kicked in and you grab onto Robin who held you steady before you whip your head around to the laughter that's coming from beside you.

“Wow, you should be really careful going up these stairs y/n! You could get hurt!”

Rebecca Donaldson. She’s the queen b of Hawkins at the moment, the b standing for bitch. You're not entirely sure why she has it out for you, but it's a game you're getting sick of real fast. You see, Rebecca always chooses someone to bully throughout each school year. First, it was Kate from science class, then Megan from history. The school was shocked when she made Richard Hernandez switch schools, and now she has it out for you. The moment she saw you walk into the school’s gymnasium she sunk her talons into you and has yet to release you from her suffocating clutch.

“Thanks, Rebecca! Love the new outfit by the way. Did mommy buy it with the divorce money she took from daddy?”

That struck a nerve. Rebecca stands up from where she's sitting and smoke is practically coming out of her ears.

“You little-”

A loud whistle is heard throughout the gym as the coach steps out of his office and into the center of the gym.

“Okay class, everyone take a seat and listen up!”

You and Robin scurry to find a seat but not before you blow a kiss to Rebecca and wave goodbye.

“She’s going to have your head on a stick and wave it in front of your weeping mother,” Robin said while stepping aside to let you sit first.

“Then you can tell my story. Y/n L/n, the girl who told off Hawkins’ designated bitch.”

Robin shakes her head muttering under her breath how absolutely insane you are.

“As much as I loved watching that, I have to agree with your friend there.”

Eddie Munson. The freak of the school and your chemistry partner. How you two haven't blown up the school yet no one knows, but they prepare for the day Eddie reads the measurements wrong. You and Eddie weren't exactly friends, but you also weren't strangers. You'd see each other in the hallways and give each other a smile and a small nod, but you both have yet to speak to each other outside of room 203, until today.

“Oh, c’mon you're supposed to be on my side. We're on the same team!”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head slightly.

“I'm just saying,” he said while putting his hands up in a surrender motion. “As someone who stands up to their bullies from time to time, they aren't scared to fight back.”

You snort, eyes falling back on Rebecca as she whispers and laughs with her friends.

“She’s not my bully, just a major bitch who loves to pick on me.”

“That's the textbook definition of a bully,” Robin said under her breath.

“My point is I can take her.”

Eddie turns around to look at you, a chuckle leaving him as he does so.

“Okay, just remember what you're saying.”

“Why do you care?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don't.”

The conversation comes to an end when the coach dismisses everyone to go do their own thing. Eddie is quick to climb down the bleachers and make his way toward Gareth and Jeff, all three of them aren't dressed in their gym clothes so they get to walk around the gym the whole class period.

“Wait, what are we doing?” you ask while following Robin down the steps. She shrugs her shoulders.

“Basically whatever we want. As long as coach doesn't see us just standing around.”

You nod your head, liking the answer you heard, and look over at Robin. “So do you want-”

Your question is cut short when you feel yourself fall to the ground clutching your nose and tears pricking your eyes.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?!” Robin asks while stumbling to help you up.

A small crowd has gathered around you and all eyes are on you as you pull your hand away from your nose. You see blood on the palm of your hand wincing at the small puddle that sits there. It's not a lot, but it could've been much worse.

“Sorry y/n! I was totally aiming for Derek.”

“Thank god she fucking missed,” Derek mumbled under his breath.

Soon enough the crowd begins to scatter leaving you and Robin alone, but you could still feel some eyes on you.

“I'm going to kill her.”

“Um, maybe we should get you to a nurse first?”

You tune Robin out as you grab the dodgeball that hit you in the face mere seconds ago.

“Y/n, no-”

A loud smack goes throughout the gym as the ball hits Rebecca in the back of the head. Students in the gym let out quiet ohhh damn as she tried to wrap her head around what just happened.

“Really? That's how you want to do it?!” Rebecca screeched as you wiped away the remaining blood that was under your nose.

“Bite me, bitch!”

She stomps her way over to you with fire behind her eyes and you feel Robin trying to drag you away from her rampage but you're standing your ground. You are so sick and tired of her thinking that she can do whatever she wants just because she comes from a rich (now divorced) family, and you know you're not the only one. You know this because out of the corner of your eye you see Derek roll a basketball toward you making sure to send you a wink when it hits your foot.

The students let out a gasp when they see the ball leave your hands and fly straight into Rebecca’s nose. She falls to the ground just like you did before except she doesn't make a noise, she doesn't move.

“Oh my god, you killed her!” Robin shouted loud enough so only you could hear.

“Nice shot L/n.” Eddie chuckled while standing next to you.

You say nothing. You're not sure what to say because you really do think that you killed Rebecca, but those thoughts are cut short when you hear her let out a groan. Her friends gather around her to help her up and the gym erupts with groans and hands flying up to their faces. She sits up and lets out a scream when she sees a drop of blood fall onto her lap. You assume the pain starts to set in from the way her hand is hovering over her nose, it's almost like she's too scared to touch it.

“You asshole!” She shouted at you.

“I'm not the asshole! You're the fucking asshole, bitch!”

The gym rattles with every shouting student and Rebecca stumbles to make her way toward you but the coach was quick to step in between you two.

“Everyone to the locker rooms now!”

Students scattered while looking at the scene in front of them but they all stayed right behind the locker room doors, making sure to listen to what was happening.

“What the hell is going on here?!”

“I was just walking around the gym when she hit me in the face with a ball!”

“Oh, bullshit! You're such a fucking liar-”

“ENOUGH! Y/n, clean yourself up,” he said while gesturing to the dry blood that stained your shirt and skin. “and head to the principal's office.”

“That's fucking bullshit-”

“Go! Rebecca, grab your things and go to the nurse.”

You don't even bother to listen to her response as you stomp over to the girl's locker room. Girls scramble around trying not to get in your way and Robin is hot on your tail as you open your locker.

“What happened? Are you going to the nurse?”

“No, little miss perfect is though, I have to go to the principal's office.”

Robin opens her mouth ready to complain for you but she stops when she sees one of Rebecca’s friends grab her things from her locker.

“Hey, Maria,” you said while taking a step toward her.

Maria turns around to give you a glare silently asking what you want.

“Tell dearest Becca that I'm so excited to see the new nose daddy buys for her.”

“You're a fucking dick, you know that right?”

You roll your eyes as her friend rushed out of the locker room trying to get back to her in a short amount of time.

“Are you really going to the principal’s office? She started all of this shit!”

“I pretty much have no choice,” you sigh. “I'll see you after school.”

You quickly exit the locker room, throwing confused looks at your classmates when they salute you and thank you for your service. Once you're out of the locker room you see Eddie leaning against the wall.

“Finally. You take forever to change.”

You furrow your brows.

“What?”

“You were waiting for me?”

“Duh, I heard you were going to the principal’s office.”

You nod your head at him.

“Wrong. You're coming over to my place, I need help with my chemistry homework.”

You don't even have time to answer him before he throws his arm around your shoulder and leads you out of the gym. There are two ways this situation can go. The first one is you tell Eddie to leave you alone and you actually go to the principal’s office, or you could go with Eddie and end this day on a better note.

“Also, I don't need help with the homework. Just figured you didn't want to go to the principal’s office for finishing a fight you didn't even start.”

You chose the latter.

-

The drive to Eddie’s trailer was anything but quiet. He had Metallica blasting through his speakers and he wasn't the best driver in Hawkins so there were lots of sudden stops and red lights being run through.

“Jesus Christ Eddie, how the fuck did you get your license?!”

He roughly puts the van in park and hops out of the car with a smile on his face.

“Who said I had a license?”

You step out of the van ready to ask him to explain how he hasn't been pulled over yet when you let out a sneeze. A groan soon comes after that, your nose still sore from the ball that hit it earlier and you roll your eyes when you feel the familiar warm liquid trickle down again.

“Shit, let's get you patched up real quick.”

Eddie grabs your hand and brings you inside the trailer. He nods his head over to the kitchen telling you to have a seat somewhere while he looks for the first aid kit. You're a bit familiar with the layout of his trailer, you've stopped by to work on projects, homework, and even to buy what Eddie sells, but you're not familiar with the older man who comes out from where the restroom is.

You stare at him with wide eyes and your head slightly tilted up to make sure blood isn't pouring out.

“Hi, I'm y/n. I'd shake your hand but I'm a little preoccupied.”

A chuckle leaves his lips and he smiles at you.

“I'm Wayne, sorry the place is a mess. That boy has a bad habit of not picking up after himself.”

Eddie comes back with the first aid kit in his hand but stops in his tracks to look between you and his uncle.

“You two talking about me?”

“Not everything is about you, Munson,” you grunt out while taking a seat on his kitchen counter.

“I was just telling her how you live like an animal. Never clean up after yourself.”

Eddie chuckles. “I told you I’d clean around today. I have no practice today, and we're short a campaign member.”

Wayne mutters out I've heard that before while he puts on his hat that hangs on a hook near the door.

“I gotta head out, be gentle with her, yeah? Looks like a nasty bruise is gonna form. It was nice meeting you.”

You waved goodbye and promised that the next time you meet it'll be under better circumstances.

“Alright fighter, let's go ahead and get you cleaned up.”

You've never been this close to Eddie before. Sure, you've shared textbooks and copied off each other's work, but this was new. Eddie stood between your legs with his hand gently holding your chin to make sure you didn't move. He wipes away the blood that sits just below your nose, letting out a curse when he sees you flinch slightly.

“Why are you cleaning me up?” you whisper.

“I told you, I know what it's like to fight back and suffer the consequences.”

“Thought you didn't care.”

He lets out a sigh and steps back. “I don't care, but…I could see myself…starting to care for you.”

Your cheeks heat up as you watch him put ice in a small bag and wrap a towel around it. He hands it to you, his hand resting in yours for a few seconds before he pulls away and clears his throat.

“Um, just put it on your nose for ten minutes or so.”

A quiet thank you leaves your lips as you gently place the rag on your nose, wincing when it first made contact with your sore nose. You both sit in silence for a bit until you speak up.

“I can see myself caring for you too. In case you were wondering.”

Eddie bites on his bottom lip trying to conceal the smile that's making its way onto his face as he leans against the counter.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you're cute or whatever.”

He lets out a soft laugh and grabs his keys from his pocket ready to leave the trailer with you but you grab his hand to stop him.

“No way in hell you're driving again.”

“Your nose is fucked up though.”

“Yet I’d still be a better driver than you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and hands you the keys that were in his hands and helps you jump off the counter. He watches with stars in his eyes as you balance the small bag of ice on your nose and stick your arms out trying to feel your way to the front door of the trailer. He doesn't care that he's a shit driver and that neither of you has a license yet, he’ll let you drive him off a cliff if it meant he could spend just a few more seconds with you.

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