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shiavanzin · 4 years

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💀 * [ timothee chalamet + cis male + he/him ] —— have you met zigmund ‘shia’ ivan vanzin? they are a twenty year old junior currently studying political science. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this gemini is witty + charming, as well as manipulative + self destructive. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. snorting lines off a priceless mirror, writing ancient runes in cigarette ash, the thrill of victory that accompanies a low ‘checkmate’.

hello all, my name is pepper and i have never been on time for anything, ever, in my life so this is very on brand for me! that said, i am very excited to be here. shia is one of my favourite muses but because of his background it’s kind of hard for me to find places to play him, so i really jumped at the chance to be a part of this rp. that said, he is heathen so sdkjdsjk you’ve been warned, i suppose.

ABOUT THE MUN. fuck this *unfocuses my eyes*

fun fact about me, i’ve been working every day for the last ten days so i love that for me dkjdkj which is literally why me getting myself here was so chaotic honestly but i’m here i made it and we love to see it. honestly i am just a humble fergie enthusiast (patiently waiting for my girl to come back from her hiatus. any day now). i would die for a good aesthetic like pinterest owns my ass. i am big fan of the bachelor and specifically demi from the bachelor (demi from the bachelor if you are reading this i would like to hang out with you friday when i am free. please contact me if you’re able to hang out (on friday when i am free)). i am a huge superhero nerd. the first fanfic i ever wrote was a teen titans/danny phantom crossover and honestly? most ambitious crossover of all time, sorry endgame. i’ve never seen star wars or lord of the rings, and i’m okay with that. oh, and funnily enough i have never played chess which is about to be very ironic and i think that’s the perfect transition into shia’s bio.

BIO. child abuse tw, addiction tw, drug tw, and i think that’s it rip.

(tldr literally just click the link in the second bullet point for a summary because that’s how shia grew up, with psychologist parents determined to make him a prodigy. he is technically a prodigy now as the youngest grandmaster in history. his family is weird and fucked up and cold blah blah blah takes a lot of drugs, drinks a lot of alcohol to cope with his messed up childhood blah blah blah went to boarding school for high school. oh, and there’s a meme of him. and that’s pretty much it.)

okay first of all here is shia’s pinterest board and here is his playlist, which is honestly just??? really messy and just filled with songs that remind me of him (like it doesn’t flow at all i’m pretty sure yk) so! yeah!

second of all, shia’s backstory is thoroughly inspired by a true story. like I legitimately found this (look at the early life portion to see what i’m talking about if you want but i’m about to explain it all below anyways) and was like !!!???? so yes, that’s how this mess was born (although i highkey think that gerard way got inspo from that family for the umbrella academy like??? that’s my little conspiracy theory. WHERE ARE THEIR ROYALTIES GERARD!)

Shia doesn’t remember life before he was adopted. Before he was Zigmund Ivan Vanzin, the fourth child of the carefully selected Vanzin 6. Honestly he’s not quite sure his life prior is of much importance, because things didn’t truly get crazy until after he was officially taken in by the Vanzin family at the tender age of two.

Shia and his five siblings were all part of an educational experiment carried out by their parents, Moira and Yakov Vanzin, in an attempt to prove that children could be trained to be prodigies if immersed in a specialist subject from a very early age. ‘Geniuses are made, not born’, was the tagline of their parents thesis, and the foundation on which Shia and his siblings’ entire childhood was based on. They would all be molded into prodigies, and they would be living, breathing proof of their parents achievements.

Because of the magnitude of their experiment, and Shia’s parents reputation (both of Shia’s parents was a very famous educational psychologists in their own right, and due to their fame, their experiment and their children were covered in magazines and newspapers worldwide. To this day a quick google search will lead you pictures of the Vanzin 6 growing up slowly on the covers of publications such as Times Magazine, Forbes, People, and of course a myriad of academic magazines as well.) they received heavy criticism at the time from some western media for ‘depriving the siblings of a normal childhood.’ But since all of the Vanzin children were born and raised in Russia, that criticism didn’t do much in the way of stopping them. Shia’s parents coolly ignored it all. They wanted to leave a mark. To change the future. And they both truly believed that their research would do that. They believed their work would completely revolutionize the way that children were educated, and that therefore, they would revolutionize the future.

And so the children were affectionately dubbed The Vanzin 6 by the media that wasn’t completely against the experiment. A cute little nickname smacked on what would normally be considered a child endangerment lawsuit. Sure, there were still those that protested, but their cries were quiet in comparison to the roars of the intrigued, of the curious, of the fans, because of course there were fans. So it goes without saying that Shia’s first photo op was when he was still in diapers. He smiled cheekily through the whole thing, in striking contrast to his siblings all staring empty eyed into the camera. Their lives were pretty much put on constant display from that point on, and honestly, at least in terms of Shia’s approach to photo ops, not much has changed on that front.

Shia’s parents educated their six children at home, each with their own specific subject to focus on. From the age of four, Shia, or Zigmund, as his birth certificate so lovingly displayed, (it should be noted that Moira and Yakov named all of their children after psychologists, and that Shia was simply unlucky enough to get Freud. So perhaps lovingly wasn’t the right word.) showed a talent for chess, and therefore that talent was ‘nurtured’. In other words, Shia was only allowed to live and breathe chess from the cursed day his chubby little fingers picked up a chess piece to, presumably, the day he died. If he wasn’t eating, sleeping, or doing his school work, Shia was playing chess. First he played against his father, and mother, and siblings and when that stopped posing a challenge, he got involved in official competitions. Those were somehow even less of a challenge, but granted, his siblings were being trained into geniuses. At first he played children his age, and then slightly older, and then much older, which Shia will admit, was the most fun. Even as a child there was just something about seeing a grown man go red in the face with frustration as he lost to a child. Something amusing. Something powerful. Admittedly, chess got old. But that specific red faced look never did.

Shia rose up the ranks slowly and steadily from then on, already creating quite a stir in the world of chess by the age of six. And considering this was what they wanted, you would think his parents would be proud. Thrilled even. However that was not completely the case.

For as long as Shia can remember his relationship with his parents had been more ‘professional’ than affectionate. To start, he and his siblings all called them both by their first names. Considering he was adopted, Shia would never know what his first word was, that memory was lost to him and kept only by the parents who didn’t want him enough to keep him in the first place. But even if he was born to Moira and Yakov, if the two were his flesh and blood, he knows with absolute surety that the first words to come out of his mouth wouldn’t have been ‘Mama’ or ‘Papa’. The two never referred to themselves that way, and they didn’t expect their children to either. Shia remembers with painful clarity first and only time he tried. Or rather, he remembers the stomach turning look of both confusion and contempt from Moira that followed the one time he tried. He never tried again.

His parents didn’t offer much when it came to what normal parents did he supposed. He didn’t receive much physical affection from them, or sugar coated words. They were their parents, yes, but they were also their handlers, and being raised with that emotional distance definitely had an impact on Shia’s psyche. All Shia wanted to do was impress his parents. Maybe get a good job, or a hug, or a smile. The kind of things he’d seen other kids get just for breathing, or using a toilet. But he knew his parents expected more. He knew they expected the best. So the only way he knew how to achieve his goal of attaining his parents affection was to work harder. To be the best he could at chess, the best anyone could at chess, and once he did that he knew his parents would reward him. He knew they would love him for taking the first step to make their dreams come true. When he was young he used to have dreams of that reward. Of how good it would feel to know they were proud of him. He imagined it feeling warm. And light, like he’d read in books. He imagined it feeling worth it.

Shia and his siblings were never the children that got asked that question, you know, the question that all children can relate to answering with bubbling wide eyed excitement. ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ The answer was laid out for them. It was decided before they even had a chance to think about it, and any time someone made the mistake of asking them the question, their parents answered for them. She will be the world’s youngest prima ballerina. She will be a legend in the musical field. He will be grandmaster. No, dreams weren’t for the Vanzin children, so Shia’s kept his quiet. Kept it close to his heart where his parents couldn’t admonish him for being sentimental or fickle or any of the other large words they used that Shia was only instructed to look up in the dictionary. His dream of gaining their favour was his, and his alone. Shia learned very quickly in life to keep your cards close, and your heart buried.

And after years of hard work and dedication, and a lot of blood sweat and tears, Shia did it. He won. He finally beat everyone there was to beat, and at the youngest recorded age of ten to boot. Shia was officially the world’s youngest grandmaster. His record has still yet to be beat to this day. And that day, he looked to his parents, ready for them to run to him and shower him with the affection and praise he longed for. It didn’t take long for the ecstatic expression on his young face to fall.

The most Shia got was an approving nod from his mother from across the room. His father, for his part, was on a phone call. That was it. The crowd roared around him, and the audience clapped with the enthusiasm usually reserved for sports games and concerts. The reporters at the event stumbled over their words trying to communicate the record breaking event that they had just witnessed, from one of the lionized Vanzin 6. It was chaos, beautiful, celebratory chaos, all for Shia, but it was all a blur around him. He couldn’t see it. All he could see was Moira and Yakov, turning away from him and towards each other, whispering god knows what. He had their full attention for maybe all of a minute. They didn’t even smile.

(There is live video of Shia having his dream crushed right before his eyes. Recordings of it on youtube. How many people can say that, aye? The true power of celebrity. The gif of Shia’s shocked and empty expression amidst a crowd of ballistic celebration even became a meme at one point, a meme that Shia later bitterly used on occasion, because what was more powerful than using a meme of yourself? Than using your own pain for humour? Nothing, in Shia’s opinion.)

After Shia became grandmaster everything stopped. After all, there was nothing more to train him for. He had achieved his goal. He had won. And with his parents no longer focusing on training him and leaving him completely to his own devices, well, they stopped paying attention to him completely. Shia was all at once almost completely emancipated. The freedom of it all was freeing for all of a week. Then, Shia started to feel painfully invisible.

Prior to becoming grandmaster, Shia was quiet. Polite. Very calm, very observant, a bit distant and reserved for a kid, but no real red flags. Afterwards, however? After he felt like his parents no longer had any use for him, no longer had any anything for him, well Shia lashed out. Rebelled. Became louder, sharper tongued, more mischievous. He started acting out in hopes that they would give him some of the attention he so desperately craved, and while they did, none of it was positive. Shia quickly became the problem child of the Vanzin 6, somehow both his parents pride and joy as the first of their children to reach their goal, but also their greatest disappointment as the first one to turn against them.

Without chess to focus on, Shia turned to his siblings for entertainment. However Shia’s version of entertainment was never completely harmless. From a young age he had a habit of using people like chess pieces, of manipulating them and turning them against each other or towards each other for his own cheap entertainment. Shia could singlehandedly trick his siblings out of an argument when he was younger (or into an argument, when he was feeling particularly chaotic). He could trick the few peers he came across into simply giving him their toys or snacks, and trick bullies into leaving him alone a good amount of time too. It was both a gift and a curse, because people were never quite happy when they caught on. Most didn’t but the few that did were memorable in the violence of their anger. And besides, his parents never liked it. Shia would come home with an armful of toys that other kids ‘gave’ him and his parents would always force him to go bring them back, despite the fact that the Vanzin children were never really allowed toys of their own. The fact was, Shia’s moral compass was faulty. He never quite understood why what he was doing was wrong no matter how many times his parents tried to explain to him that people were not to be used as tools. Shia didn’t get how what he was doing was that much different from what they were. After all, weren’t Shia and his siblings nothing more than tools in his parents experiment? He asked them the question once. All he got for his efforts was a stinging cheek and a cold reminder from Moira not to be cheeky.

As Shia got older his rebellion got worse. In his defense, he was left unsupervised. While his siblings were busy with their training, Shia would be sneaking out to parties or bars or clubs. It was in those places that he was introduced to his first great loves. Drugs and alcohol. Moira and Yakov kept the Vanzin mansion dry as a monastery, so Shia had never even had a sip of beer before the age of thirteen. But the moment he did, he was a goner. Or rather the moment he got drunk he was a goner. There was something so beautiful to him about intoxication. So addicting, for lack of better word. When he was high, or drunk, or preferably, both, he felt happy. He didn’t remember his parents, or his responsibilities, or his failures, or even his successes. He was warm. And light. And content. Turns out he didn’t need his parents to make his dreams come true. Just a bottle of vodka and a line or two of coke.

After about a year of Shia coming home drunk or high or a combination of the two, eventually his parents couldn’t take it anymore (in the sharp words of Moira Vanzin, ‘Zigmund your behaviour is distracting your siblings from their training’) and sent him off to boarding school. Honestly, it hurt. His parents were basically getting rid of him because he was inconvenient, and he could never forget their out of sight out of mind approach to the whole thing.

Boarding school flew by in a mess of Riot Club like antics during which Shia did things like discover his bisexuality and somehow, against all odds, graduate. (TBH I wanna leave this pretty open in case there is any other boarding school kids who could have perhaps gone to the same school Shia did, so hmu if you have a boarding school kiddo.) He definitely attributes his acceptance to Holloway on his name completely, because honestly Shia was completely high when he wrote his college application, so high that he can’t even remember why he did it. He had no plans of going to college before that, but he figured... why not party in america and waste his parents money? What was stopping him?

So here he is, a whole mess in another country, and honestly he’s having the time of his life. Well, you know. Until people started dying. That isn’t ideal.

PERSONALITY. emotionally damaged, but make it sexy.

manipulative (we been knew) sometimes without really trying to be though. will manipulate people to get what he wants, but sometimes he just thinks of it like a nudge in the right direction. like he’ll manipulate a friend into talking to that girl they’ve had a crush on for half the year just because he wants them to be happy (and also he’s tired of hearing them talk about her)

selfish/self centered cause it’s just not?? his first instinct to think about other people’s feelings?? and it’s also kind of hard for him to empathize sometimes, especially if he’s never been in that situation or he doesn’t like KNOW and CARE about the person.

charming and charismatic, he’s got a great smile and he knows how to use it. also just very endearing if you don’t know him well, and even sometimes when you do. this is mostly a facet of him being very manipulative because he usually uses his charm to get what he wants, but still.

witty oof, this boy’s humour is inspired by klaus hargreeves and villanelle (what a duo,,, when will they meet) and he’s very rarely serious. always telling jokes, always pretty nudge nudge wink wink, even in very serious situations when he shouldn’t be. uses humour as a coping mechanism 100%, whether that’s at his own expense or someone else’s. honestly, can be kind of mean with it? like if anyone can go for the jugular with a joke it’s shia.

a big flirt honestly. will flirt with anyone he’s interested in, and will sometimes flirt without really noticing it? sometimes will flirt just for sport, or for fun, or to bug someone, or throw someone off. the type to flirt with his professor as a joke (why has he not been kicked out of here already) and has probably slept with a professor as a result. not really a player, but he enjoys physical intimacy and he knows how to get it. has been in more than a few relationships in the past, but is never very good at it because he’s almost constantly looking out for number one, aka himself. so? a mess basically.

vengeful, petty, spiteful, vindictive, all when angry or jealous or feeling as if he’s been wronged in some way but we been knew,,, we been knew.

rebellious !! still the type to suggest skipping town and partying instead of sticking around for exams. not really invested in school tbh. he has no idea what he’s going to do with his future.

a big superiority complex! cocky as hell! kind of acts like he’s the best thing since sliced bread because he was over praised as a child by like everyone but his parents. the type to think he ain’t shit deep down so he acts like he’s The Shit yk

craves love and intimacy but thinks romance is a sham. a big pessimist like ‘we’re all just floating on this rock life is meaningless we’re all gonna die anyways’ pessimist but kind of a realist tbh, he just doesn’t see the reason to sugar coat things unless ofc he’s manipulating someone then he’ll say whatever he needs to

trust issues, after his parents tbh. the only people he trusts 100% are his siblings and maybe a few close friends. i honestly may put in a wanted connection for his siblings at one point, but that’s for later.

HEADCANNONS. running for your life (from shia labeouf) he’s brandishing a knife (it’s shia labeouf)

a thick russian accent. speaks pretty impeccable english though because his parents tutored him in the english as a child. He also speaks a bit of french, german, and latin, and is currently taking mandrin chinese.

Is taking political science because he figures being a politician is just manipulating people on a larger scale, and he’d be right. However he’s not sure if that’s what he’ll actually end up going into. Honestly, Shia isn’t the slightest bit sure what he actually wants to do with his life.

His eldest sibling Jean was the one to give Shia the nickname ‘Shia’ after he confided in her that he’s always hated his name, and he’s gone by it ever since. His parents still call him Zigmund, and some of his siblings probably still call him Zig or Ziggy but like i said sdkdsk he has always hated the name (he does not want to be associated with the guy who invented the concept of the Oedipus complex). The only nickname he can stomach sometimes is Z, but other than that he’ll only accept Shia (or Shy to a select few).

was never raised with a television?? didn’t even go to a MOVIE THEATER until he was like fourteen??? so he has absolutely NO idea who Shia Laboeuf really is. People keep making jokes about it to him and he’s like ???? Honestly he googled him once and just gave up after thirty seconds, convinced people were fucking with him because this person couldn’t be real dlksdskld anyways yeah, knows next to nothing about a lot of pop culture, especially anything like before 2010, but has learnt a bit since coming out of his families little bubble. But there are still times where Shia’s like ??? what tf is that and someone’s got to explain what rolly polly olly is to him yk

Shia has a photographic memory, but honestly he doesn’t really care about it. In his eyes having a photographic memory doesn’t make you a genius, it just makes tests easier. Like to him it just means he doesn’t have to flip through his source material for quotes sdkjsdjk. It’s nothing exciting to him sdkdsk he skipped a grade because of it though but honestly?? All he really uses it for now is receipts like a little shit. Shia will legit be in an argument like “oh that wasn’t what you said in that text you sent to me at 4:45 on monday june 3rd 2017???” sdkjsdj. Occasionally he also uses it as a party trick, like if you give him a specific date he could probably tell you the newspaper headline on that day.

Has zero athletic skill. Absolutely none. Would one hundred percent lose in a fight, which is funny because he talks SO MUCH SHIT. He talks constant shit, and yet if you were to throw a punch at Shia he would go down like a rock. He doesn’t particularly care if he gets his ass beat though, so he continues to talk large amounts of shit, occasionally from a safe distance but usually not.

Honestly if you were to see him and his parents interact today it’d be wild, like you wouldn’t even know they were related. They literally act like strangers or acquaintances. Like it’s all like ‘Moira, Yakov, good to see you.’ and ‘You too Zigmund. I trust you’ve been well?’ and that goes on for like five minutes and then Shia has to hyperventilate in a corner for a bit. Like it’s so weird but it’s just been like that all his life. Normal healthy affection??? He doesn’t know her

Has a tattoo of a queen piece on the index finger of his left hand, as a little nod to what used to be his passion. Is also left handed.

Has a scar through his eyebrow that he got on a wild night out when he was thirteen. He got drunk and like passed out, and hit his head hit the edge of a table in the process. There was a lot of blood and a lot of panic, but in the end Shia only had to get a few stitches and he was very quickly back on his bullshit the moment he left the hospital. Literally, he went straight from the hospital to a house party (after all, it’s not like his parents even came to visit him and make sure he got home, so Shia simply did whatever he wanted to.)

Has a helix piercing in his right ear. It’s just a very basic silver hoop though.

His parents never really let the siblings have hobbies, but I imagine one of Shia’s siblings is a horse riding prodigy so he has some experience in that. One of them is a language prodigy, hence why Shia is conversational in so many. Jean, the eldest, is a musical prodigy and has lovingly taught Shia a bit of piano and violin. He is nowhere near as good at those things as he was at chess, but doing any of them reminds him of his siblings, so he tends to actually turn to them more often than chess. If I’m being honest I don’t think that Shia has played a game of chess since he became grandmaster unless forced to by his parents?

Mentally Shia knows he’s an adult now and that his parents technically have no control over him, but emotionally whenever they look at him he just… feels like that empty little kid again.

Tends to always have one of those travel sized bottles of vodka on him so if you’re feeling stressed hit your boy up.

Has honestly been rich since the day he was adopted, like literally has no idea how to function without copious amounts of money?

Shia is staying in the Decker dorms because he thrives on the chaos.

Definitely an addict, definitely high functioning though but also like? It isn’t a secret? I contemplated making it a secret but once again Shia has always got a travel sized bottle of vodka on him sdkjsd you can see him casually spiking his drinks if you’re ever out with him, he pops whatever pills he can find in his pockets in the morning. So yeah it is not a secret that Shia is an addict, he is rarely sober and that’s the way he likes it. Doesn’t consider himself an addict though, funnily enough.

WANTED CONNECTIONS. god we finally got here sjsdj if you got this far you’re the real mvp.

okay to start here is my wc tag for shia so i would absolutely love anything inspired by anything in that tag.

FRIENDS FROM BOARDING SCHOOL. i already talked about this a bit but i would absolutely love it so i’m mentioning it again sdjds i am really flexible about where shia went to boarding school, so literally wherever your muse went works for me. all i want is some dead poets society antics you feel me.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND. listen to me. i love childhood friend connections so much give it to me please and i will give you my first born child in exchange. again, shia grew up in russia, but it could be a long distance friendship if need be. we can make it work, i will literally change stuff around to make it work.

PREVIOUS ONE NIGHT STANDS. honestly shia would have multiple of these cause he’s a hoe. did he ghost your muse? did they mutually ghost each other? was it a one night stand gone wrong?

ENEMY. it’s so easy to hate him man. anyone who wants to hate him please feel free. did shia screw your muse over? did he manipulate them? did he i don’t know throw up on their shoes while particularly drunk? maybe shia was high when he did the thing they hate him for, maybe he doesn’t even remember but he just hates them cause they hate him. it’s the principle of the thing really. (me in my head: *junie b jones vc* princiPAL cause he’s your PAL). unreasonable completely baseless hate for no reason at all?

FLIRTATIONSHIP. a fun ‘will they, won’t they’ kind of situation because why not. what’s stopping us. just fun banter on both ends.

EXES. shia doesn’t date so he wouldn’t have too many of these but it would be fun. maybe their relationship was toxic because of shia’s toxic ass traits skjdsj maybe things were getting real and shia dipped like the coward he is. maybe it’s was a the colonel x sarah esque relationship where no one got it because they both seemed to hate each other the whole time and they very much did hate each other but were dating anyways. maybe it’s maybeline.

FWB/EWB. honestly this is more shia’s speed, so he’d probably have more of these as well as ex-fwbs/ewbs, which is such a fun concept. did it stop because someone caught feelings? or did they just get bored of each other? some other reason? but okay, back to the point, yes sexy enemies. sexy friends. we love to see it.

HIGH SOCIETY. someone he gets fucked up with! multiple people he gets fucked up with! they party together, drink together, do lines together. it’s a beautiful relationship of them all enabling each other.

GOOD INFLUENCE. counter actively. someone who tries to get shia away from his self destructive tendencies. someone who’s door he comes knocking at when he’s black out drunk because he knows they’ll give him a place to sleep. Someone he calls when he ends up in butt fuck nowhere with no shoes after a crazy night. Also, as wild as it is, flip it, where Shia’s hypocritical ass cares about your muse enough to try and take care of them. High off his ass but still trying to stick his fingers down their throat so they don’t get alcohol poisoning. They text him when they’re ‘going home’ when they were pre-gaming at their house in the first place. Shia is very ‘you would die without me’ about this person.

BAD INFLUENCE. shia is the devil kronk on their shoulder. he tempts them to the dark side with promises of a good time, and he delivers thank you very much.

A DRUG DEALER. i mean??? i’m ngl shia i very dependent on drugs, so he would probably keep this person close and do his best to keep them happy.

SOMEONE SHIA CHEATS FOR OR CHEATED FOR. maybe shia did their homework or took a test for them, all for an ominous ‘you owe me’?

SOMEONE SHIA SCREWED OVER. he does this all the time so yeah there can be multiples of this skjsdj shia is honestly like genuinely loyal to only a few people, so there are probably more than few people he left in the dust to save his own skin. maybe he saw the cops closing in on a party and left your muse for dead! or whatever else yk.

ANNOYANCE. it’s shia he’s the annoyance.

okay i think that’s all i’ve got, and if you made it all the way down here you’re??? an icon??? wow, i really can’t believe. please like this if you want to plot and i will come running!

#holloway.intro #s.v. | intro.#the only reason i used that surf gif is cause #??? when else will i get to use it #literally never

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foulplayhq · 4 years

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TASK TWO: PLOT PAIRS

for this task you all will be coming up with a plot with the muse you’ve been paired with. it can be anything you’d like, big or small. and we only ask that you message the main with your finalized plot idea once you’ve completed the task. under the cut you’ll find your matches as well as a few resources that can help to spark creativity. we can’t wait to see what you come up with. have fun!

@beckster &&. @celestinearabellacoyne

@torresxadam &&. @connordelux

@lopacinis &&. @minimusician

@rivaszoe &&. @sincerelyclarediana

@marisoljlewis &&. @thevmontgomery

@call-me-jacq &&. @bcautyqueen

@tinyrockthebells &&. @francescaholls

@cardinalgrc &&. @trulyarlene

@elliotxcarter &&. @davidturnr

@wthsaunders &&. @thebiancadesousa

@milligantris &&. @storyofmichaela

@greatestguthrie &&. @mikeadallas

@jacobtimothys &&. @huntcrhollings

@drewt &&. @elijahgolds

@ameliarosen && @moncybags

@jeredwards &&. @esmesong

@zigmund-novak && @jmiddletons

list of 100+ connections:

https://verorpt.tumblr.com/post/106577527729/below-the-cut-is-a-list-of-100-various-connection

list of possible prompts to choose from: (most are college/university based)

https://amorremanet.tumblr.com/post/103469744112/some-ideas-for-your-college-au

https://callistawolf.tumblr.com/post/100809913937/swimcoachtachibana-queerlullaby

https://oh-nostalgiaa.tumblr.com/post/188105374270/veronicabunchwrites-over-100-college-writing

https://oh-nostalgiaa.tumblr.com/post/187477294819/university-meet-cutes-plots

https://creativichee.tumblr.com/miniscenario (random prompt generator if you don’t like any of the above prompts)

#foulplay.task

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sapphiremoon · 4 years

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2-5 8-11 20 21 23 26 27 35 38 58 (lucian) 73 84 for the muses.

NSFW Asks. ( accepting )

2: Rough sex or soft sex?

♦ Christa - a little in between. she likes to be able to feel her lovers afterwards, but she doesn’t want a lot of pain or bad bruises. ♦ Lucian - rough. he likes to bite and be bitten. he likes to be scratched and clawed. he likes to try and pin his lovers and have a bit of a fight. ♦ Kenma - a mix. he’s a lot like christa in that he wants to feel it for a while afterwards, but he doesn’t want the worst of it. ♦ Yuu - big tough soul reaper is actually a softie. he is sometimes even scared of hurting his lovers with his piercings. ♦ Bran - dirty little size queen. he loves it rough and wants to be unable to walk the next day. ♦ Illya - a soft boy who likes it soft, gentle, and romantic. ♦ Sirius - he’s a bird alien thing so as long as he has his mate, is protected, and is good for his mate, he doesn't care.

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

♦ Christa - no. she likes to be manhandled a bit but no. ♦ Lucian - he likes a good fight or bloodbath if he can have it. he doesn’t like bloodplay but he likes violence. ♦ Kenma - semi public sex kink. and making his lovers desperate for him. ♦ Yuu - he likes to be bound and blindfolded while his lover takes advantage of him. ♦ Bran - size kink. cock warming kink. likes being filled. ♦ Illya - nipple play kink maybe? ♦ Sirius - he likes being filled and praised.

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

♦ Christa - none. ♦ Lucian - is next to a dead body weird? he was in a field full of them. ♦ Kenma - changing room. ♦ Yuu - none. ♦ Bran - in an alleyway. ♦ Illya - none. ♦ Sirius - in the treetops.

5: Favourite sex position?

♦ Christa - any that she can see her lover’s face. ♦ Lucian - doggy so that he can pull his lover’s hair and pin them down. ♦ Kenma - spooned from behind so he doesn’t have to do as much. ♦ Yuu - cowgirl/cowboy. ♦ Bran - the flatiron or heeling dog. whatever gets his lover deepest. ♦ Illya - easy and pleasurable for both parties. missionary maybe. ♦ Sirius - the lotus or spoon.

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

♦ All of my muses kinda just do it where it happens. Yuu and Illya do lean more towards their beds though and Sirius prefers his nest.

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

♦ Christa - no. ♦ Lucian - yes. many. ♦ Kenma - semi public, but he does try and get his partners going in public places. ♦ Yuu - no. ♦ Bran - yes. many and any. ♦ Illya - no. ♦ Sirius - yes.

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

♦ Christa - wanna plot a thing? :3c ♦ Lucian - yes. the person didn’t last long after however. ♦ Kenma - yes. by alexander. :3c ♦ Yuu - no. he makes sure he does it well into the night in his rooms. ♦ Bran - yes. he put on a show too. ♦ Illya - no. ♦ Sirius - he doesn’t masturbate.

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

♦ Christa - likes to wear anything silky because of how soft it is. she loves blue and black. ♦ Lucian - he loves to see his partners in lace that is see through. ♦ Kenma - doesn’t really care so long as it’s clean. ♦ Yuu - he likes lace teddies. ♦ Bran - he doesn’t care. he just wants it off quick. ♦ Illya - anything soft and that covers little so that he can touch his partner more. ♦ Sirius - he doesn’t care.

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

♦ Christa - artem. ♦ Lucian - katia. ♦ Kenma - dacian & alexander. ♦ Yuu - zigmund. ♦ Bran - kahl. ♦ Illya - ethan. ♦ Sirius - kahl.

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

♦ Christa - no but she might with the right people. ♦ Lucian - he’s had orgies. ♦ Kenma - yes. with dacian and alexander. ♦ Yuu - no. he’s a one person man. ♦ Bran - he has not but he would. ♦ Illya - no and no. he’s a one person guy. ♦ Sirius - no and maybe. if he’s not mated he might take on more partners.

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

♦ Christa - she’s too shy and nervous. ♦ Lucian - he doesn’t care enough to do so. ♦ Kenma - he’s the biggest tease and always sends them at the worst times. ♦ Yuu - he’s better with in the moment talk than planned stuff. ♦ Bran - he prefers to be chased more than to chase. he may send a message but not much else. ♦ Illya - no. he’s not confident or creative enough. ♦ Sirius - no. he doesn’t have a phone.

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

♦ Christa - neck kisses, being manhandled, her lover rubbing their sex against her, sounds. ♦ Lucian - neck kisses, biting, physical fighting. ♦ Kenma - neck kisses, dirty talk, his partners begging or asking for him. ♦ Yuu - lingerie, neck kisses, neck bites, partners taking the lead. ♦ Bran - neck kisses, big dicks, dirty talk. ♦ Illya - neck kisses, lingerie, sexy pictures, dirty talk. ♦ Sirius - neck kisses, neck bites, praise kink maybe?

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?

♦ Christa - she’d probably lean more towards early morning. being held and moved because she’s sleepy would really get her going. ♦ Lucian - late night bordering early morning. he is a creature if night and can’t go into the sun so he’s not as invested in the morning. ♦ Kenma - he’s a night owl. he’d rather a late night romp than being awoken early after staying up late. ♦ Yuu - either or. he’d like a good beginning and a good end to his days. ♦ Bran - he’d probably want both in the same day honestly. ♦ Illya - either or. he’s woken up with morning wood and he has desired his lovers late at night. ♦ Sirius - late at night unless it’s mating season or he’s mated.

35: Worst possible time to get horny:

♦ Christa - when she’s at work or on a table dealing cards. she becomes all flushed and flustered. ♦ Lucian - when he’s teaching a class. he doesn’t care about his students but he also doesn’t need to hear their shit. ♦ Kenma - while doing any kind of work because dacian won’t let him get off, or when in the middle of a game. ♦ Yuu - while he is working. it is awkward to deal with the dead while horny. ♦ Bran - in public unless he has a partner with him that is willing to help him. ♦ Illya - in public or when he’s trying to be sweet with his partners. ♦ Sirius - never?? he doesn’t really care like a human may.

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

♦ Christa - anything artem has said to her because he’s her only sexual partner. (she’s virgin default) ♦ Lucian - his partner could only say his name. ♦ Kenma - he was told he had pretty lips. ♦ Yuu - he knew exactly how to touch his partner. ♦ Bran - he was called a pretty little cockslut and loved it. ♦ Illya - he was the best they had had. he didn’t care if it was a lie. ♦ Sirius - any praise really gets to him.

58: Booty or Boobs? (for lucian)

♦ Lucian likes breasts. He likes to bite them and touch them.

84. Do you like dirty talk?

♦ Christa - she likes a little, but not too much. ♦ Lucian - not really the talker but he won’t complain. ♦ Kenma - he likes to be talked dirty to. ♦ Yuu - he feels awkward doing it so won’t really engage much. ♦ Bran - loves the filthiest of talk. ♦ Illya - he’ll try and he’ll like it but it may be a bit awkward at first. ♦ Sirius - not really his thing.

#dvojakyvlk #( christa canon. )#( lucian canon. )#( kenma canon. )#( yuu canon. )#( bran canon. )#( illya canon. )#( sirius canon. )#//this was a monster lol

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The Bond Part 2: Moving Forward (AU: Chris x MC x Zig)

(The Bond: Part 2) - Part 1 HERE

***This is an AU mini series (?!) that does not tie into The Freshman Chronicles***

Masterlist - go here for The Freshman Chronicles (Chris x MC) and other short fics.

Disclaimer: The following is a short fic from Choices: The Freshman, The Sophomore, and The Junior stories. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell or Zig Ortega.

Comments: This all came to be after Bloodbound had a juicy Jax x MC x Lily diamonds scene and The Freshman fans wanted to know where their Chris x MC x Zig action was. Yep. It started growing from there and well… let's see where it takes us LOL. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pics by @regrettingnathan 💖

Paring: Chris x MC x Zig (lets see if you and I agree lol)

I almost forgot! While my entries don’t count towards anything, I wanted to tag this as part of

Captain Chris Powell Appreciaton Week!

#CaptainPowellWeek @chrispowellappreciation

Months had passed, grades had been given, and Fall had come to Hartfeld University. Over the summer Chris and MC had discussed the very real possibility of moving in together with Zig and after some major number crunching and a brief waiting period for an available two bedroom apartment in the same complex, it was moving day.

Zig climbs the stairs two at a time as he rushes to unload his ex-roommates small truck so he can return before lunch as promised. He’s beyond excited to move out of the dorms and into a real apartment with his best friends. MC’s been very happy as well, immediately coming up with fun plans, schedules for chores, movie nights and more. He doesn't care how she sets it all up, as long as he gets to live there. Anything is better than those dorms, but this was so much more than he hoped for.

The raven haired sophomore already knows how the couple functions on a daily basis, so the transition should be easy enough. He’s basically been living with them for a year already, if you count how much time he physically spent in their old apartment. His mind continues to wonder as he steps onto the landing of the second floor. His musings are interrupted however as he hears the door to their new apartment open and he glances over the stack in his hands.

Unfortunately for Zig, Chris steps out and doesn't see Zig in time, running directly into his new roommate. Or more specifically, the boxes in his hands. They shift in Zig’s hands, leaning hard in different directions as they threaten to fall. Both sets of eyes grow wide as they scramble to recover the stack of boxes before they make brutal contact with the unforgiving ground.

“Oh shit..!” Chris gasps out as he grabs the top two boxes that pitch to his left.

Zig growls out as he dips in the opposite direction in an attempt to stay under the large heavy box that was at the bottom of the stack. They each manage to grab their respective boxes and freeze, both in clear disbelief that they recovered from the collision so well. They each turn and glance at the other, their faces full of bewilderment for a few seconds before they burst out laughing. They are still chuckling when MC comes up the stairs behind them, her arms holding a few smaller boxes as she shoots them a curious look.

“Less screwing around, more work boys.” She says without batting an eyelash, passing between them as she walks straight into the open apartment door.

The two men stand and turn to stand side by side with indignant expressions as they watch her walk down the hall before disappearing into one of the rooms.

They simultaneously shake their heads as Chris sighs. “That woman, I swear.”

“Hey, you chose her man.” Zig laughs softly before he turns quiet, mentally kicking himself for his own words. All he did was remind himself of something he couldn't have.

Chris smiles and starts walking in after her. “Yeah…”

~~~~~

Weeks pass as the trio gets used to living together full time. They don't have to adapt too much since they were so used to the concept already, but there were still little things that required some adjustments. Adjustments such as Zig walking out of the bathroom completely naked, not even thinking about the chance either Chris or MC being in the apartment. It had only happened a few times, but MC was starting to wonder if he was doing it on purpose. She wasn't really complaining, but he was starting to test her will not to look.

She shakes her head, doing her best to erase the images that were very obviously burned into memory as she heads down the hall, towards the single shared bathroom. She was in a rush to brush her teeth and head out to her morning class. She had woken up late, again, thanks to a very convenient snooze button.

Right as she reaches for the door it opens and she collides with a very tan, very wet bare chest. Two wide hands reach out and grab her shoulders to steady her as she almost falls backwards from the impact.

“Shi--MC, are you alright?”

She looks up into a pair of dark chocolate eyes full of concern as he snaps her back straight once she realizes he just walked out of the bathroom in the very scenario she was just envisioning. She swallows hard as she briefly glances down, immediately noticing that he was wearing a towel this time, thanking the stars for their foresight. MC isn't sure what she would have done if she ended up making body to body contact with a fully naked Zigmund Ortega.

“Earth to MC..?” He asks, breaking her concentration and bringing her back to reality.

She looks up to meet his deep brown eyes and notices the smirk on his face. Her cheeks grow hot. “Uh…”

He laughs and pats her on the head before gently gripping both sides of her shoulders to shift her out of the doorway. “I’ve got to get ready for class… but if you're still there when I finish getting dressed, I’ll drop you off at the clinic so they can check you out.”

She frowns deeply and glares at his muscular back before entering the bathroom, shutting the door with some force.

~~~~~

One evening a few days later, Chris is lounging on the couch, thoughtlessly thumbing through his social media accounts as the tv rambles along in the background. Zig is lounging in the big armchair a few feet away with one of his textbooks in his lap as he works through some math problems, absentmindedly chewing on the end of his pencil in concentration.

MC spills through the front door suddenly, dropping her bags to the floor with a loud thud, causing the both of their heads to whip in her direction with surprise. Without a word they get up, Chris moving first as he quickly drops his phone on the table, followed by Zig as he closes his books and stacks them neatly next to the discarded phone.

When the Hartfeld quarterback reaches MC, he can easily see the exhaustion in her eyes. “Long day babe?”

She sighs and nods, not at all concerned with the pile of items around her feet. Chris leans in, kissing her on the temple before reaching down to grab her messenger bag. Zig moves next to him, squatting to stack the pile of books at her feet. She always had so many that some just wouldn't fit in her bag.

MC grumbles and bends over enough to snatch her purse. “You guys don't have to do that…” She sighs. “I’m sorry.”

Zig flashes her a warm smile. “No worries MC. What are friends for?”

She gives him a thankful smile back and Chris rubs her back lovingly as he hooks her bag on one of the dining room chairs. “How about you go take a warm shower… bath… whatever you want. And we…” He turns to Zig with a raised eyebrow, receiving a confirmation nod in response. “...we will get dinner going so it's ready when you come out.”

The dark haired sophomore gives her a sweet smile. “It is movie night, so don't take too long. We can’t get off schedule.” Zig smirks as he taps his bare wrist as if he was wearing a watch.

She laughs softly and playfully pushes him before leaning up to kiss Chris on the cheek and turns towards the bedrooms. MC gathers her things and almost ends up spending far too long in her warm relaxing shower. Her stomach thankfully reminds her that it's time to get out so she dries off before wrapping her towel tightly around her body. She grabs her clothes and steps into the hall, quickly stepping across and into her room to change into more comfortable clothes.

Zig walks past the hallway entrance and stops, swallowing hard as he sees MC step back out of her room to grab a dropped article of clothing. Her towel rides up her hip as she bends over, exposing her long smooth legs directly in front of him. He quickly turns his gaze back to their small dining table, letting out a ragged breath of air as he closes his eyes tightly.

He jumps when a large warm hand clasps him gently on the shoulder, opening his deep chocolate eyes to peer into a pair of bright blue ones. “Hey man, you okay?”

Zig blinks a few time and stutters in reply. “Yeah. I uh, I’m… I just remembered more homework I have to do before my class tomorrow afternoon.”

Chris nods and pats him once more on the back before going to the kitchen to grab the rest of their dinner efforts. MC makes it back out as they finish setting up the table, including the hot food dishes in the center. Her eyes sparkle as she takes it all in, licking her lips she smiles wide.

“Wow… this smells so good. What did you guys do while I was gone?” She takes a deep breath, absorbing the wonderful aroma.

Zig glances at Chris and they both blush slightly from her praise as they awkwardly laugh. “We made one of my mama's recipes. It would have been tough if Chris wasn't so useful in the kitchen.”

The tall quarterback laughs. “All I did was chop and stir. Zig totally deserves all the credit.”

The raven haired student shakes his head and gives Chris a genuine smile. “Not happening Chris. Accept your half or you’ll get it all.”

MC laughs as she takes her seat. “You guys are adorable. I should leave you alone more often… I always benefit greatly from your... collaborations.”

The guys laugh and take their seats as well, handing dishes around the small table until everyone has full plates and eager eyes. They dig in, chatting about non-school related subjects such as family and crazy stories from their childhoods to distract themselves from their daily stressors.

Once all stomachs are full, the trio begins to clean up, discussing movie options for the night. Chris stretches after he puts the last of the leftovers in the refrigerator, his arms up above his head so high that his shirt lifts and exposes his taut abdomen. He doesn't notice the pair of eyes taking a moment to enjoy the view.

MC dries off her hands and reaches to hand the towel to Zig, playfully tossing it into his face in an attempt to grab his attention when he doesn't immediately grab it. He rolls his eyes at her and snorts with sarcasm as he snatches it from her, twisting it to make a defining pop in her direction. Her eyes grow wide and she squeals, running behind Chris who lets out a hearty laugh. That is until he sees the look in Zig’s eyes himself, realizing that their roommate is blocking the only way out of the galley kitchen.

“Hey, wait…” He lifts his hands up in surrender as he holds Zig’s gaze. “I had nothing to do with this.”

Zig shrugs as one side of his grin curls up even more.

Chris sighs and lowers his hands as he looks around, formulating a plan of escape. His eyes suddenly snap to Zig’s and he lifts his eyebrows. His teammate follows the quarterback’s subtle eye gestures towards MC. Zig contemplates the offer, knowing that she will give them both hell for it for days, if not weeks. His grin grows and Chris closes his eyes as a huge smile splits his face.

MC peeks around her boyfriend’s side, her eyes wide as she eyes the twisted towel in Zig’s hands. “Cut it out Zigmund.”

He stands up straight as if he's going to surrender and Chris makes a break for it, dashing out of her grasp and into the open living space. The moment he passes, Zig crouches once again, his narrowed eyes trained to MC’s shocked ones.

“Christopher!” She bellows, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Ayuh. You started this. I’m not involved.” He chuckles from the living room as he starts looking through their shared DVD collection.

MC’s eyes fall back to the deep chocolate ones in front of hers, seeing the mischievous glint inside them. She glances all around the narrow space, trying to find anything that might help her out of this situation. Zig’s smirk grows as the seconds pass, knowing that there is nothing useful at her disposal. She takes a deep breath and decides there’s only one thing she can try.

With a loud roar she lunges at him, leaping up as if her idea of capulting herself over his shoulders was actually feasible. Zig immediately starts laughing as he crouches further down, putting his shoulder gently into her middle as he wraps his arms around her thighs. She gasps out in surprise as he easily stands, her body draped across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He reaches up and smacks her ass without hesitation, his face heating up once he realizes what he just did thanks to her startled cry.

“Zig!” She pounds her fists into his rear this time, earning a relieved laugh from the Hartfeld sophomore as he tries not to think about his actions. How her warm flesh felt under her tight jeans as his hand made flush contact.

He swallows a groan as he spins, quickly making his way towards the living room to unload his physical and mental burden. Zig approaches the couch and Chris spins to see who won, laughing hard when his friend tosses MC onto the plush cushions.

“You okay babe?” He smiles at her as he nonchalauntly shuffles a few DVD cases in his massive hands.

She glowers at him. “No thanks to you Powell.”

He hisses at the use of his last name, knowing exactly what it means for him. “Hold on a minute. You started this. It’s not my fault Zig finished it.”

MC glances at Zig and he gives her a thin lipped smile, nodding as he tries not to laugh. She snorts and crosses her arms as she folds her knees in front of her, her eyes glaring at the blank TV screen a few feet away. Chris glances at Zig and they both nod before the DVDs are tossed on the table and they move quickly towards the couch. It takes only seconds for them to unball her form, tickling her sides and feet the best they can as she thrashes wildly to escape their attack.

Through strangled gasps she begs them to stop and they make eye contact once more before Chris speaks to Zig directly. “Think that’s enough?”

Zig tilts his head as he holds onto her bare ankles. “Eh, I don't know… she’s become especially rotten lately.”

“You're right. I think she needs five more minutes. At least.” Chris smirks as his fingers find an exposed rib.

MC cries out. “No! Please! Stop… Please stop!” She laughs through frustrated tears.

The guys chuckle and shrug, simultaneously removing their hands from her body and turning back to the discarded DVDs. MC lays there in shock while they chat a few feet away, acting as if they hadn't just made her almost pee herself. Her chests rises and falls rapidly as she attempts to catch her breath and she contemplates the error of her ways. They turn to face her, holding up a selection of movies. MC glances up and weakly lifts her arm to point at one before she lets it fall heavily on the couch next to her.

Once it's in the player and the lights have been turned down, the guys move back to the couch. Chris chuckles as he lifts her shoulders and slides under her, placing a small pillow under her head as he holds her close. He drags his fingers up and down her arm as she sighs with content, the entire days events finally catching up to her.

Zig hesitates for a moment, trying to decide where to sit, his eyes shifting from the less than desirable view from the not as comfortable side chair, and the optimum view from the cushy couch. Unfortunately, it was already full of a large quarterback and a long bodied writer whose legs were still stretched across the furniture. He takes a breath and steps towards the chair, pausing when MC curls up her legs and pats the now open space.

He can't help but smile as he turns and takes the offered seat. He lifts his legs up to rest on the table, mirroring Chris’s positioning on the opposite end. He glances over at them and sees how compact MC has made herself, immeditely feeling bad for her bunched up position. The movie begins and he reaches over, gently wrapping his wide hands around her lower legs. She glances up as he winks at her and stretches her legs back out across his form, turning his eyes back towards the screen as if it was completely natural.

Thing is, it was. The trio regularly shared the small apartment space like this, moving fluidly around each other, blending into situations flawlessly. Naturally. Months ago Chris had mentioned to MC that he knew Zig cared about her, but with her reassurance he felt confident in her love for him and he wouldn't let himself worry about her leaving him for another, even if it was Zig.

He wouldn't blame her if she did though, not that he ever told her that. Chris had serious respect for Zig Ortega. The guy had grown up with a large family, full of sisters with their worries and concerns. He had been the man of the house, similar to Chris’s experience, but he hadn't had the luck the quarterback had when it came to school opportunities. Not until he met the couple anyway. He smiles and glances over at his friend, seeing his face lit up from the flashing screen in the dark room.

As if Chris said his name, Zig turns and meets his gaze with a furrowed brow. “You good?”

The junior’s smile grows. “Yeah man, just checking on everyone.”

Zig nods and turns his attention back to the tv, his hands absentmindedly resting on MC’s calves as he focuses on the screen. Chris doesn't miss it, but he still smiles. They were lucky to have someone so caring as a roommate. So loving as a friend, no as family. Chris turns his attention back towards the screen as well, sighing heavily as he feels the days events catching up with him on top of a full stomach.

The movie is only on for thirty minutes before Zig hears a soft snore. Turning his head he looks over and finds Chris’s head tilted back, resting comfortably on the tall couch cushion. He leans forward, glancing over to find that MC’s eyes are closed as well, her hands folded neatly under her cheek as her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths.

He laughs softly through a breath of air and gently lifts her legs from his lap. Standing up to stretch he formulates a plan of action. He could shake them awake, say their names multiple times, make some disturbing noise to rouse them, grab a blanket and leave them there, or he could physically move them to their bed.

Zig doesn't hesitate to reach down, sliding his arms under MC the smoothest way he can as not to disturb her. Shifting her weight he gets her adjusted safely against his chest before he stands with ease. All those morning workouts with Chris had made everything like this so much easier, and he didn't mind the looks it earned him around campus either.

MC tucks her face into the crook of his neck as he slowly turns and heads towards the couple’s room. Her warm breath fans across his skin and he has to forcefully stop his mind from running wild, his body already reacting to her unintended assault. He takes a deep breath as he focuses, angling them both through the bedroom doorway, making sure he doesn't bump any part of her as he enters.

He reaches the bed and sits on the edge as he begins to spin at the waist and lay her on the mattress. When he tries to lower her she reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck, mumbling something like “No… don’t wanna.”

Zig chuckles softly as he shakes his head, knowing she thinks Chris is trying to make her get in bed like so many nights before. He reaches back and grabs her hands, attempting to free himself from her grasp as she continues to mumble randomly.

Most of her words are inaudible, but a certain phrase comes out fairly clear, making him freeze immediately to listen. “...love… you…” His shoulders fall as he waits for Chris’s name to cross her lips.

He’s not prepared for the one that actually does.

“...Zigmund…”

His eyes shoot to hers. Confusion, excitement and an unknown amount of fear cross his expression as he searches her face. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes when he finds her eyes are still closed. A sad smile crosses his lips as he shifts to lay her down on the bed, knowing that it's not exactly what he had hoped.

MC has told him many times that she loves him, and he has to her. The same with Chris in a way, as the two had become very close over the years. They were a part of his family and he would continue to push his feelings down deep, not willing to risk their friendship over something he couldn't have.

“Of course MC. Love you too.” He says with some hopelessness through his smile.

She rolls over as he exits the room and heads back out into the living space. He knows he can't pick Chris up the same way, nor would he want to. That would be... strange. Carrying the Captain of the Hartfeld football team to his room like you would a small child.

Zig laughs softly as he turns off the tv and most of the lights in the room. He finally decides the best way is to help the quarterback help himself. Reaching down Zig grabs Chris’s arm and firmly pulls his massive weight towards the edge of the couch. He crouches down and slides under the same long arm and adjusts it around his shoulders before he firmly pats his friend on the thigh.

“Hey man… Chris? Come on buddy. Let’s get you to bed.” Chris’s head rolls as he attempts to wake, a low grumble rolling from his chest as he leans forward.

Zig can't help but chuckle as he begins to pull the slightly taller junior to his feet, forcing him to stand with his arm wrapped around the shorter student. Chris sighs and blinks once before letting his eyes fall closed again.

“Ugh... I’m exhausted. Didn't even get to… to see the movie…” He grumbles as he attempts to stand next to Zig.

“Yeah, I know. We can finish it tomorrow or something. You two need sleep now though.”

At the mention of his girlfriend, Chris opens his eyes quickly and glances towards the couch. “MC..?”

Zig pats his chest with one hand as he steadies Chris with the other arm wrapped around his back. “Already in bed man… come on.”

He turns and leads a sleepy, stumbly Chris down the hall and into their dimly lit bedroom. When the quarterback sees his girlfriend curled up into a ball on his bed he smiles and Zig can't help but smile too.

“Alright sleeping beauties.” Zig jokingly scoffs as he helps Chris sit on the edge of the bed. “You two get some sleep.” He slips out from under Chris’s arm and receives a thankful smile as he waves. “Seeya in the morning.”

He turns and heads towards the door, hesitating inside the frame with his hand on the knob when Chris speaks quietly. “Zig.”

“Yeah?” He arches an eyebrow.

Chris gives him a very sleepy smile. “Thanks.” He clears his throat. “You know… you know that… that we...”

Zig lets out a breathy laugh and nods once at his drained friend before turning and stepping into the hall. “I know. Back at you Powell.”

He gently closes the door and makes his way in the dark to his own room. One inside he closes his door as well, leaning against it with a sigh. He holds his breath when he hears a sleepy giggle from the room next to his, his entire body going rigid as he scolds himself for somewhat intentionally eavesdropping on their private moment.

He decides that very second that he needs to move on, to forget how he feels and let them be happy. Together. He never wanted to interfere with their relationship, he just wanted… the same. To experience what they have. They were so happy. So in love. Zig wanted that too, badly, and it was time to start looking elsewhere. Time to start being realistic.

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abreedoftheirown · 4 years

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#muse; Zigmund #connections; Scott Mccall #mccallofthewild

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a-prekliatyvlk · 4 years

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Tag Dump: thoth, vratislav vuk, žigmund skalický

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trismilligan-blog · 5 years

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You’ve Been Meatballed | Tris, Miles & Esme

Esme stops by the Hollingsworth’s and sees Miles and Tris together.

ESME: Still not entirely over the events of locker-gate, Esme wasn't ready to see Zig just yet, opting to use the back gate to get into the Hollingsworth house instead. She'd finally remembered the berries she'd promised the hamsters and was there to follow through, balancing the carton in one hand as she let herself in through the back door and down the hall. Her path was to lead up to Frankie's room, instead stopping short when she spotted the bodies sitting in the next room. "Uh, ew," she commented aloud, stepping into the archway.

MILES: Miles heard the back door but assumed it was one of his siblings. He was situated on the couch with Tristan leaned against him, arm around his shoulders. Things had been going fairly well for them lately and he really didn't want to ruin that. When he heard the voice his head cocked sideways. "What are you doing here?" He asked rolling his eyes slightly.

ESME: Rolling her eyes in unison, she brandished the berries in front of her . "Being a good hamster mom," she responded, her tone annoyed at the sight. "I've heard people talking about _this_," she gestured between the males, disgust on her face. "I thought they were just complaining about you individually. Unfortunate," she sighed.

TRISTAN: Tristan was enjoying being able to openly cuddle with his boyfriend on the couch while they watched a movie. Before they were just stuck in his room watching one on his laptop. He looked where Miles was looking and tensed slightly. "You're not going to drug them too are you?" He asked. "Wait, people were talking about us? What were they saying?" He asked, curiously. Tristan hadn't really told anyone about him and Miles yet.

MILES: Miles rolled his eyes slightly. "You and those hamsters. Like who let you and Frankie have a pet? That was a stupid decision." He commented and glanced back at Tristan. "And why would anyone be talking about us ? It's not like we've been openly out."

ESME: It was almost attainable to ignore Tristan and take the higher road until he spoke, which was usually all it took to set her off when it came to him. "No, I'm not going to try to plan drugs in their lockers either," she shot back, glancing briefly at Miles. "Who let you have a fetus? I can handle a rodent. Clearly so can you," she trailed off, her eyes darting back to Tristan. "I don't know, people, I only cared that it wasn't about me."

TRISTAN: "What are you talking about?" Tristan asked, looking between the two. He didn't know anything about anyone planting drugs in lockers. Tristan rolled his eyes. "Well I'm glad you care so much about my business. I'm honored really." He said.

MILES: "Nothing Tristan." Miles said rolling his eyes as well. Esme was definitely going to play games like this, and he hated that she was friends with his siblings. "Don't call him a rodent. He's a lot better to me than you were. Seriously, you really are hung up on yourself aren't you?"

ESME: "Purely hypothetical," she mused, her face expressionless as she stared Miles down, silently informing him what she knew. "I don't care about you, please don't make that mistake." Turning back to Miles, she took some sick pride in getting under his skin. "Right. That's why he's the one you still call when you're freaking out at night," she noted, letting the words roll off her back before smiling sweetly. "Why shouldn't I be?"

TRISTAN: Tristan looked between the two once again, feeling like he was missing something, but he let it slide for now. "Could have fooled me." He said, when Esme said she didn't care. "He doesn't have to call anyone, when he has someone there at night." Tristan replied.

ESME: "Obviously that's not hard to do," she muttered to herself, making a mental note to bring up the plant to Miles later. "Which was me until like, a week ago," she snickered, tossing back her braid. "His bed is probably still warm from me. But I'm here for Frankie's bed, so if this quaint little pow-wow could wrap up..." she trailed, shaking the berries.

MILES: Miles bit his lip slightly and tries his best not to let Esme get under his skin. He really didn't want to fight anymore with anyone. "Why do you have to always try to make me the bad guy? Like literally I don't want to deal with you." He took in a deep breath. "And actually it's not warm from you. Because instead of drugging me, Tristan helps in different ways. Like getting me to talk to my mom. I'm suppose to keep bad influences out of my life. I could keep you out of Frankie's life too if I really wanted."

TRISTAN: Tristan was about to respond, when Miles spoke up. He smiled at his words. "And Frankie's bed? What are you determined to sleep with all of the Hollingsworth's?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

ESME: "What did I sat that remotely gave that impression, exactly? That's called guilt, but I didn't say a word. Simmer down. I also told you weeks ago I wasn't going to give you pills, even though you _begged_ for them and found your own cocaine instead," she elaborated, unsure how much Tristan even knew. "Nor did I ever _drug_ anybody unwillingly. Nice try beating that dead horse." Another roll of the eyes, and she was far over the discussion. "Yeah? Like you tried to keep Zig out of it? How'd that work out?" Cocking her head, she bore into him, almost as if to dare him to defend his actions in front of Tristan. Popping the top from the fruit, she selected a berry, plunking it into Tristan's forehead. "No, I know how to be friends with them without needing to crawl into bed to prove my worth. Anywho, this has been super fun, but it's feeding time, so I'll leave you two to.. whatever you're doing."

TRISTAN: "Yeah, because you got him hooked." He pointed out. Tristan knew for the most part the extent of Miles' drug use. "Right, I'm sure there wasn't any convincing whatsoever." Tristan glared at Esme after she hit him with the fruit. "I'm not hungry, thanks." He crossed his arms. "Oh really? So you didn't want to crawl in bed with Cam, because those pictures kind of suggested it?" He asked.

MILES: "Tristan just let it go, let her go be with whoever and away from us." He told him and smiled a bit at him reaching to take him his hand. "Go on Esme, apparently you have too good for us low lifes." He said turning back to the tv trying to pull Tristan with him.

ESME: "Is that was he told you? Cute," she laughed darkly. "Yeah, I pried his mouth open, totally. Are you getting so worked up because you know he did drugs because of you?" She didn't expect the Cam talk to die down any time soon, almost used to it two days in to the gossip. "I did not," she argued, leaving it at that. She didn't owe him anything. Taking the out eagerly, she turned toward the staircase with a nod. "I'll text you later about what you tried to do to Zig, you owe me a pair of chopsticks," she alerted halfway up, slamming Frankie's door behind her.

TRISTAN: "No I made my own interpretations." Tristan replied. "He didn't, but thanks for trying to start more shit." He said, not believing her. "Keep telling yourself that." Tristan didn't know why Esme got to him as much as she did, but it was like he couldn't stop and just ignore her.

MILES: Miles stopped and let out a sigh as he looked over at Tristan. "Sorry about her." He mumbled as he rubbed over his face. "Also because I'm not letting her hold stuff over my head, I planted drugs in Zig's locker because I don't like him hanging around my sister." he told him reaching for Tristan's hand.

TRISTAN: "Yeah I thought I was done with her, but apparently not." He said with a sigh. Tristan pulled his hand back. "You did that? Because telling him to stay away was too easy?" He asked, shaking his head.

MILES: Miles let out another sigh and moved to try and grab his hand again. "Hey don't be like that. i did tell him to stay away. He thinks he's so smart. I'm sorry I want my sister to have better friends." he frowned.

TRISTAN: Tristan let him take his hand this time. "Better friends, like Esme? Yeah ok. Pretty sure she's safer with Zigmund. I don't think I'm really in the movie mood. I should probably go home for dinner." He said, moving to stand up.

MILES: "No I mean, I don't want her to be friends with Esme either. Come on Tris, don't leave." He said trying to pull him back down on the couch. "Please don't let her ruin our night."

TRISTAN: "Don't see you putting drugs in Esme's locker. Not that she doesn't already have her own in there." He said, with a bit of a huff. "Yeah well it's a bit late for that isn't it? I don't really want to be here if she's here." He said, pulling away.

MILES: "Okay fine, I guess I'll text you." He told him not wanting to fight about this. He would just let it all blow over. And deal with it later."I'm sorry our night was ruined."

TRISTAN: "Yeah ok." He replied, grabbing his bag and heading out of the living room. "It's not your fault. Look we're still in agreement about the no really telling anyone right?" He asked as he stopped by the entrance and looking back at him.

MILES: Miles just shrugged a little bit. "I honestly don't care who knows at this point. Like let whatever happens happen." he said biting his lip. "But I mean it's whatever."

TRISTAN: Tristan sighed. "Yeah ok." He replied, looking at the other for a moment before leaving the Hollingsworths place. It wasn't like he was ashamed or anything, just with everything going on, he didn't really want people to know about the relationship. Sure that people would tease him about it.

#p:esme #p:miles

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santamariia · 6 years

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1-5

1: When did your muse lose their virginity?

Already answered.

2: Who was your muse's first kiss?

Zigmund Novak.

3: Which parent(or guardian) does your muse prefer?

She used to be a true Daddy’s girl, but that changed when she was forced to move in with her grandmother. Now she isn’t fond of either, but if she had to choose, it would be her mother.

4: Who are your muse's closest friends?

Maya Matlin, Tristan Milligan, Craig Manning ( still open for more )

5: Does your muse have any phobias?

Tori is deathly afraid of spiders. She has even gone into a panic attack from contact with one. She’s also not too fond of heights.

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2indecisive4this-blog · 7 years

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“I need a place to stay” Becca Ending

(Read part 1 first here)

Request 6 Becca x MC Ending

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“Teddy…

...Sorry, but I need to find Becca and make sure she’s okay”

Zack cuts in “Don’t worry, I’ll take him off your hands” He gives Teddy a wide grin “--if that’s okay with you, that is”

Teddy smiles “That’ll be just fine”

Zack turns back to you and winks “Go get ‘em tiger” you glance unsurely between the two of them.

Teddy grins and gestures with his hands for you to get going. You oblige, turning and taking off toward the front door. From behind you, you hear him call after you, teasingly “Break a lot of hearts?”

“Occupational hazard!” you call back, sprinting out of earshot. You run out the door, and nearly trip over a crumpled Becca, seated on the bottom stair leading up to the front door.

Chris raises an eyebrow and stands “I think that’s my cue to leave” You nod to him graciously as he heads back into the house. Carefully, you lower yourself to the stoop next to Becca, leaving a good foot between as a buffer. You turn your head to look at her, eyeing her carefully.

“..Hey” You begin. “I just wanted to see how--”

“Look, about today, I didn’t actually 100 percent mean everything I said, I mean I guess you could say that at the very least this has been an extended-pit stop, or maybe more, I don’t know.”

She pours onto you, barely taking a moment to gasp for air before starting up again.

“And I’m sorry if you took that the wrong way...No, I mean I’m sorry if that came out the wrong way..No, what I mean is that I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you these past few months because you’ve honestly been the nicest person to me, not to mention the best sex I've ever had, to the point I can’t even believe I ever got you into bed and I’ve treated you worst of all and I think that’s because I care about you and I--”

Her sped-talked apology rant is cut short by your lips pressed into hers. After a what feels like forever (although likely only actually spanned about a hair of a second), she returns the kiss, her palm grabbing the back of your head, pulling you even closer still. Though agonizing, you pull away, a stupid grin crawling across your face. “You care about me?”

She looks away, sighing and rolling her eyes. “I knew you’d get hung up on that part” Try as she might, she can’t hide the grin sweeping across her face. You grin, taking her hands in yours, standing to lift her to her feet. She smiles at you, shyly, fluttering her eyelashes as though unsure of her next action. You slowly lean in, her eyes closing as she does the same. You bring your lips so close to hers that you can feel the breaths escaping them, bouncing off your own. Rather than close the gap, you whisper; your lips brushing against hers “best sex you’ve ever had, huh?”

Her eyes burst open to roll melodramatically around her sockets “You're not going to let me live this down, are you?”

You glance around thoughtfully “Mm...I don't think so” you wink “ Don't worry, I can teach you a few things”

“Oh can you?”

“If you can handle it”

“Believe me, I can”

You smirk, wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her towards you; your lips hovering by her ear as you whisper. “My place our yours?”

Her features soften; her eyes dropping to the ground, avoiding your stare.

“Let's walk” you suggest, not prying further. She nods and accepts your hand, lacing her creamy smooth fingers between your own in a tender embrace. You watch as her burgundy manicured fingernails grip pensively into your skin.

Hand in hand, you walk along the path of the quad. Up ahead, the glow of the cafe lights permeates through the dark, midnight sky. Becca tugs you to stop, pulling you to face her.

“I just wanted to say..” she whispers “You look beautiful tonight, it's--”

You cut her off, hugging her, clothed in a baggy ironic periwinkle sweatshirt and leggings and place your cheek to hers to whisper “So do you”

She blushes deeply, turning her eyes toward the ground “No, I..I look like a hermit”

“I mean if hermit’s another word for goddess, then you're the sexiest hermit I've ever seen”

She smiles “You never stop, do you?”

“I certainly don't intend to” You wink, playfully “Come on, let’s get a move on”

“But it’s so nice outsideeee” she whines. Your eyes roll, a heavy sigh escaping your lips.

“Fine” You agree, reluctance sounding through your voice. “Want to get a drink?”

She narrows your eyes at you “Are you trying to get me drunk, Ellen?” she winks “Because it’s working” You shrug with a smile, gesturing lazily to the imminent cafe lights “Actually, I meant something more along the lines of a milkshake..”

She gasps, taken aback, looking down to thoroughly examine herself “Do I look like I drink milkshakes?”

You shrug coolly “I dunno, but you kinda look like you could use one” Her head bobs, nodding sullenly, her features growing steadily downcast. Although you can’t be certain, you think you catch the reflection of the cafe lights in her eyes glimmering a little more unsteadily than before; tears welling.

“Maybe you’re right”

You smile. “It’s on me, we’ll split one” She smiles, the act of her cheek lifting forcing a reserved tear to slip out, rolling down her cheek’s edge You raise a hand to rub your thumb gently against her cheek, drying her tears. Your hand then slips around the back of her head, fingers entangling in the sandy blonde waves you’ve grown to love, to pull her towards you; your lips locking in a passionate embrace.

Her lips taste sweet; not like anything in particular, but incredibly pleasant. Your tongue flicks along the seam between your mouths, tasting her lip teasingly... She pulls away, plucking you from what seems like your own personal corner of heaven.

“I want strawberry!” She announces. You cock your head “Really? I was thinking something more along the lines of chocolate” She leans in, taunting you wickedly with her soft, sweet, pouting lips.. You close your eyes and lean in, reveling in anticipation when your lips meet the air where she just was. You lose your balance, tumbling to the ground face first. Ahead, you see her silhouette skipping toward the cafe “Last one there pays!”

You watch after her, befuddled “I’m already paying!” You relinquish to your growing smirk, hopping to your feet, and rolling into a steady gait. I’m certainly not going to make it easy for her. You dash ahead, catching up to her sheer moments before bursting through the doors, seemingly in unison.

Breathless, you sputter “Who..” gasp “..won?”

“Obviously..I did, I always do” You turn to her, perplexed. She throws an arm over your shoulder “I mean you’re with me so..”

Behind the counter, Zig interrupts “Actually--” Becca shoots him a glare. He holds his hands up defensively “Whoa whoa, just trying to mediate, looked like the situation needed it”.

You stroll up to him, fishing your wallet out “No no Zig, don’t worry, Becca here is just a sore loser” she follows after you, aggressively shoving her hand into yours; eyeing the crowd of onlookers threateningly “Fortunately enough for her, I’m a humble winner..” She turns to eye you with amusement. “So humble..” she muses.

“We’ll take one strawberry milkshake, please” Her eyes widen, her smile even more so. She plants her lips against your cheek, thanking you..passionately. Your cheeks burn overwhelmingly as you notice the watchful crowd growing “I told you I always win..”

You roll your eyes, but fail to conceal your blissful grin “And I’m the ‘humble’ one?”

She smirks, “Hey, don’t get too beaten up about it, we can both win tonight when we--” She’s interrupted by Zig thrusting a cookie into gaping mouth, his entire body stretched dramatically over the counter. “Free with the milkshake!” announces “Alright ladies, let’s keep this PG” His face softens. Becca blinks at him. Twice. Cautiously, he lowers his hand.

She continues “I was gonna say ‘have sex tonight’ before this heathen here interrupted me” Zig drops his head into his hands. All the room’s eyes widened and on her “What? They all know what it means” A smile cracks along your lips, giving way to a toothy grin.

Continuing unabashedly, you fish a 20 out of your wallet “What’s the damage, Zigmund?” Without lifting his head from his splayed palms, he extends the milkshake out to you. “Just take it. Have a great night you two”

“Awww, you’re kicking us out?” You tease. He again lifts his hands in front of him in defense “I’ was just reading the room, and I think what it was saying is it’s about time you two get your own”

You turn to Becca, surprised to find her face coolly collected. Her eyebrows raise as she notices all the eyes in the cafe are on you. You lean in to whisper to her “Maybe he’s right” She shrugs, “It might be nice to get out of this stuffy place..and get you out of that dress..” You hear a quiet thud and turn to see Zig lightly bumping his head against the counter, repeating the words “PG ladies..PG..” under his breath rhythmically.

You chuckle and follow after Becca, quickly shuffling behind her confident strutting to the door. As you exit, you’re relieved to find Zig revitalized, returning to his usual smirk. “Don’t have too much fun tonight!”

***

After strolling through the quad for several minutes, hand in hand, you find yourself huddled against the base of an elm tree; Becca’s head leaning heavily against your shoulder.

“Ellen?”

“Yeah?”

“I need a place to stay”

“No more sorority house?” She shakes her head “No, I can’t stay there anymore...at least not for awhile. It’s too hard..”

“With Madison?”

“With all the girls, they’ve all..turned on me”

You sigh, your fingers methodically twirling curls of silky gold hair. “We have a spare room, you can stay as long as you need” She lifts her head from your shoulder to face you, her viridian eyes shining as they stare into yours.

“I...thank you” Her head returns to nuzzle comfortably again into your shoulder. You kiss her nose and she blushes, shooing you away; playfully, like she doesn’t really mean it. You press your lips to where her forehead meets her hairline, lingering for a few extra seconds. Though she isn’t facing you, you sense her smiling.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight”

You smile, biting your lip “You don’t have to”

“Yuck! In a twin bed?”

“Hey, I you weren’t complaining from all the winning you did last time…” she snorts “You’re gonna let the bed take credit for that?”

“And besides,” you continue “I’ve since upgraded to a queen, fit for a queen”

“Good, looks like I’ll be staying awhile” You smile, resting your chin atop of her head.

***

Later, you find yourself in a similar position on the bus back to your place.

“Wait, does this mean we’re living together?"

“Don’t push it”

***

Later that night, you find yourself hopelessly entangled in a mess of bed sheets and limbs; Becca vaguely the big spoon, you her smaller counter-part. The room is pitch black, aside from the eerie light of the moon. You break the silence.

“Does this make you my girlfriend?”

“Oi vey..” she huffs “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“I didn’t hear a ‘no’”

She disentangles herself from her current spooning position, turning to face away from you.

“Come baccckkkk” you whine, scootching over to her, wrapping your arms and legs around her; trapping her in your snuggling embrace.

She turns her head back to face you, smiling tiredly and plants a delicate kiss atop your nose.

***

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere”

#beccaxmc #fanfic #request 6 #drabble challenge #becca ending #fluff #cute #choices #the freshman #the sophomore #becca choices #becca

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