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Callum could stare at Simon’s chiseled facade all day. He was nothing like the smelly hockey boys on the team; he was… all fine lines and elegant missives. He was a walking poem that Callum couldn’t seem to capture on the page, no matter how many times he tried again and again.

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“Stay single until someone actually complements your life in a way that makes it better not to be single. If not, it’s not worth it.”

— Unknown

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The thing you are most

afraid to write,

Write that.

— advice to young writers

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must be the season

of the witch

🎃

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i look forward to these witching hours.

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“You don’t deserve someone who comes back, you deserve someone who never leaves.”

— Unknown

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When he finally caught Simon’s eye, Callum felt something in his stomach do a little twist. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was, really, but it felt like butterfly wings rustling against his stomach lining. He grinned at the other from across the rink and gave a little wave. He’d come! He was here! He was… holding a book in his lap and looked like he had his school things sprawled all over the bleachers, but he was here. Gloved fingers wrapped tighter around his hockey stick and Callum felt a lopsided little grin steal over his own face.

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Callum could stare at Simon’s chiseled facade all day. He was nothing like the smelly hockey boys on the team; he was… all fine lines and elegant missives. He was a walking poem that Callum couldn’t seem to capture on the page, no matter how many times he tried again and again.

#callum #bisexual #webfic #webfiction #read more #the fall aesthetic #gay #lgbtq+ fiction #lqbtqia #lgbtq #poem #poetry #muses

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: ̗̀➛ an ode to fall, the smell of soil and cinnamon and orange, pumpkin soup, warm sweaters, cardigans and jackets, and even warmer tea, and the overall cosy vibes

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Fall for someone who makes you love yourself a bit more.

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The notification on his phone looked like a terrible joke someone had sent him. Simon blinked at it, reading the caption once, twice, and three times before it sunk in. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth… had passed away? Unthinkingly, the brunette clicked into the article: a generous spread in Vouge UK. Frankly it looked like just the thing his mother would read.

Blue eyes skimmed the article not really processing much; something about fashion icons and styles and Kate taking over as Princess of Whales… whoa.

Simon paused and re-read the sentence and paragraph again. Catherine Middleton would be the first Princess of Whales in 25 years, the first since Princess Diana. Now that… seemed fitting, in its way.

Simon brushed a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head. He was dumbstruck and, in retrospect, considering the monarchy had so little bearing on him to begin with, it seemed rather silly. He didn’t know why it was weighing on his chest, this shift in power that could only affect him so far as taxes went, other than now, the entirely of the bloody world would be asking him how he felt about it.

How did he feel about it, Simon wondered? He wasn’t sure he had enough time to think about it before his name was called from the pick-up counter at Nellie’s.

Jerked back to reality, the brunette tucked his phone into his satchel and accepted the black coffee, no cream, from a young looking first year behind the counter. He’d seen her every day this term and still he didn’t know her name. With a mumbled thanks, Simon made his way towards the humanities building for his first class.

He felt… disconcerted at the news. Unprepared. If anyone had bothered to ask him yesterday, Simon would have been one of many Brits with the inclination to think the Queen would live forever, regardless of the viability of that naiveté. She simply… existed, the way the trees and oxygen in this world might. She had since his infancy, and to think she might no longer-

Change was never something that came easily to Simon and even if he was decidedly not a monarchist, and even if this change had very little impact on him directly an entire ocean and continent away, it still roiled in his gut. He shoved the glass door to the humanities building open with more force than was necessary. Today was already shaping up to be an interesting day.

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Room 302 was unoccupied and, as Simon slipped in behind Humphries, he wondered how much of this kid was bravado and how much might be genuine idiocy. He didn’t seem particularly proud or cocky… In fact he’d seemed genuinely offended when Simon had asked him if he’d bothered to study for the quiz he was being allowed to postpone. It was a valid question! At least from a teaching aid perspective.

Humphries slipped into one of the many unoccupied chairs in the class and logged into the system. Simon for his part sighed and slipped into the chair behind the lectern to proctor. It was a good thing he had nothing better to do this afternoon…

Tugging his phone free from his back pocket, Simon began to flip through Pinterest. He wasn’t huge on social media, but he did enjoy a good aesthetic board. In fact he had a whole collection of them that expressed… well many different things. His roommate Mirren had shown him the app a few years ago and Simon had been fascinated ever since. It settled something in his slightly compulsive mind to see neat little collections of like things that only made sense to him.

A text notification buzzed over top of the screen then.

YOU’RE COMING OUT TO POUR HOUSE TONIGHT, RIGHT?

Speak of the devil…

Mirren had a terrible habit of writing in all capital letters like she was perpetually screaming. Simon chuckled to himself and typed out a quick response.

It is Thursday is it not? A promise is a promise.

Mirren was silent a fraction of a second before an obnoxious note about how she’d liked his message appeared. Dumb iPhone users.

WHERE ARE YOU NOW? IM HEADING BACK TO GET CHANGED THEN WE CAN DO A CHIP RUN.

Stuck proctoring a pop-quiz.

A POP QUIZ? R’NT THOSE SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE… IN CLASS?

He was out for a funeral.

HUMPHRIES?

Yup.

HE’S CUTE. LUCKY YOU.

Don’t.

Simon rolled his eyes into his phone. Typical Mirren, drawing attention to something that was neither here nor there.

CHECK OUT HIS BUTT FOR ME.

Simon was just about to shoot back a snarky reply about her butt when Humphries cleared his throat much closer than Simon had been expecting. The brunette jumped in his seat and looked up to see the kid grinning at him. A warm blush spread across his nose and he hid hid phone guiltily.