read you like a book

| Eugene | 20 | Telepathy | Professional Kink Shamer | Elswood Academy |

[ninaxmorevna-blog]

Nina’s Sinister Master Plan™ wasn’t quite ready to begin. Even after years of quiet observation, she didn’t trust anyone to tell about her ideas just yet, and telling the wrong person you wanted to break out of Elswood would ensure that you did not ever get out of Elswood. Plus there was the research: scattered, unfocused, not enough equipment or correct variables. But she was doing what she could.

It’d been a few weeks since the last time she’d made herself pass out in the forest on purpose, and so far there had been no lasting repercussions. That was to be expected, since her brain was so much brainier than normal. Instead of doing that again she would just go into the woods and retrieve her data and do more in depth analysis in her room. Then if Haneul was available they could do more memory tests on sleepwalkers. 

She stomped through the forest, no reason to be quiet, her reasons for this particular project were all lined up and ready to go if anyone asked. Besides, people rarely questioned the resident super genius. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard Eugene’s voice first, then saw him standing a few yards ahead. 

“Not here for you,” she said briskly, brushing past him. She stopped. Started again. Stopped. Then she dropped to her knees and started to dig through the dirt with her hands. 

[eugenexkim-blog]

Even though his nerves were shot, he managed to roll his eyes at Nina’s brusk tone and pointed actions. Eugene would never admit it ( like, literally fucking never. He had a rep to maintain, alright? ), but he sort of appreciated how blunt she always was. Nina wasn’t going to baby him; she wasn’t going to sit him down and ask to hear about his life story, which would inevitably just make him feel fucking worse. Nina was going to be Nina and Eugene was going to be Eugene and that would be the end of it.

He let out a shaky breath, folding his arms across his chest in an attempt to stop the tremors ( or at least make them less obvious ) as she pushed past him. He watched her for a moment, trying to focus on anything other than the bullshit in his head, and almost couldn’t help the small smile that worked its way across his face.

“Forgot where you buried your bone?”

[eugenexkim-blog]

Elswood was a prison on a bad day, and an even longer, even shitter version of high school on a good day -- and both of those things meant that it was almost impossible to ever be completely alone unless you were in the bathroom ( and even then, some people here had no fucking boundaries ). Eugene was well aware of that fact -- he didn’t fucking like it, but he knew the drill. Knew to keep his head in check, knew not to complain about personal space around other people when most everybody here considered his mere fucking presence an invasion of privacy ( like he had a choice in his own power or something people could be so stupid, honestly ), and usually he was okay. Not great, but not on the verge of freaking out 24/7, which was more than he could say for a lot of the others here.

Today, though. Today was hard.

Eugene had skipped his morning classes, not really in the mood to play “model student” ( not that he ever was ) and somehow managed to find himself out the front doors and at the forest’s edge ( no farther -- it’s not like he had a death wish ). The only thought on his mind was home, where he could sneak a cigarette from his appa’s ever-present pack of Camels whenever he couldn’t stop the shake in his hands. His eyes were closed, trying to tune out everything around him, until the sound of footsteps nearby made him turn his head.

“Visiting hours are closed, try again tomorrow.”

[eugenexkim-blog]

@cbaby: sometimes i feel like you're the only person at this school who really gets me, snape.

@cbaby: what do think about putting blue dye in all their soap and shampoo bottles?

@eugenekim: [eye roll emoji]

@eugenekim: if i was playing along here i'd say don't waste the dye on someone w/ dark hair since it wouldn't even work.

@eugenekim: but clearly i'm not involving myself in this.

[eugenexkim-blog]

@cbaby: survey time, sluts.

@cbaby: you have the chance to make someone's life a living hell using the most minor methods possible. what do you do?

@eugenekim: stealing all their black pens so they're forced to write everything in blue ink. taking the last of their favorite muffin every morning at breakfast.

@eugenekim: not that i condone any of that petty shit.

[greciandamsel]

Rory wiggled her leg and nodded, grabbing some more candy beside her as Nina explained the situation to Eugene. “Seriously, take the cookie or we’re gonna end up splitting it.” She commented, shooting Nina a smirk as she joined their discussion. “So, are you gonna join us or are you just gonna stand there, Eugene? Come onnn, there’s like twenty mins left of this, then we can put a real classic on.”

[eugenexkim-blog]

Eugene stumbled forward incredulously, like his own fucking feet were betraying him. He took the cookie from Nina’s hand before unceremoniously shoving all the snacks around ( he’s not gonna not sit on his own fucking bed ) and plopping down in the now-empty space. He took a tentative bite of the cookie, a part of him thinking that this is all part of some elaborate plan to poison him and throw his body in the forest, as the girls continued to chatter on around him. When he was about halfway through the cookie, he decided to speak up.

“So, I have a question.”

“When you guys planned this party, did you just. Forget to plan me into it?”

[caseyswright-blog]

“Teen Snape!” Just the person Casey wanted to see. Not actually, but he hadn’t seen him around in a while and he’d been wondering the other day if Eugene had been sent to the cradle for staring at someone for too long or something. “Like I actually take notes, that’s what nerds are for. I could, however, be persuaded into finding some for you if you’d give me a moment of your time.”

[eugenexkim-blog]

Eugene was afraid of getting a response like that, if he was being honest. He knew good and well that if Casey Wright asked for a minute of your time, the smart thing to do was to turn around and walk away before shit got ridiculous. Unfortunately, Eugene was running low on time and running low on options, and he was willing to at least consider whatever Casey had up his sleeve. Or consider considering it, anyways.

“I’m not gonna do a makeover.”

“Or anything illegal.”

[greciandamsel]

Look who finally arrived, and he didn’t seem to happy about it either. Rory shook her head, “Come on, join us! Have a cookie!” She mentioned as Nina indicated to them.

Rory did attempt to shuffle up, and make some room for him, but the rest of the bed was covered in random snacks and various candies. “You even missed the first few, they weren’t too great, but this one is -” She turned to Nina. “What’s this one called?” After a pause, she turned back to Eugene with a smile. “Oh, but we have three more to watch after this so I guuuess you’re not too late.”

[eugenexkim-blog]

Eugene couldn’t help but squint in confusion as he tried to register everything that was coming out of their mouths. Why were they so nonchalant about this? Did they break into his dorm? Had they been here for a while? Were they planning his murder or something? Were they getting fucking cookie crumbs in his bed?

He felt himself shaking his head as his eyes darted from the snacks to the girls to the laptop sitting in front of them and then back over again as he waited for a fucking lightbulb that was never going to go off. Their thoughts ( he didn’t peek that deep, just listened for snippets ) seemed to be about the same as the shit they were saying out loud, which didn’t help at all, so he finally just gave up and asked.

“What...what are you doing in here? How did you get in?”

[greciandamsel]

Rory feigned a shocked expression at her not introducing them. “You mean Eugene’s never gonna know about the love of his life in the year below? Shameful!” She teased, although the mention of him bringing anyone back made her sit up a bit. That could not happen. “Please no, he knows about our plans, he can’t just push us off his bed like that.“

She glanced at Nina quickly and shook her head. “Oh no - that’s not what I mean, I have been I just meant I’ve never actually had a card. I guess since we were in school and stuff they didn’t bother, plus they were complete jerks most the time.” She sighed. “What about you?”

“Ahh I can see that happening, which do you think she’s gonna end up with though? That scene with the motorbike was pretty deep, but then again the friend has tattoos…” She shoved some more candy in her mouth. “Maybe there will be a twist, where she decides neither are good enough for her and they play Destiny’s Child over the credits.”

[eugenexkim-blog]

Eugene had a bio lab he had to make up, and the only free time his professor had for him to do it was after everyone else’s classes already ended -- because that’s how he wanted to spend his evening. So it wasn’t until late in the evening, after the sun had gone down, that Eugene was finally able to drag himself back to his dorm. He’d skipped dinner, but he was pretty sure Slater had some shit stashed in the mini-fridge ( and if Eugene was really nice he might even heat it up for him ), but really all he wanted to do was flop down on his bed and go to sleep.

As soon as he walked through the door to see Rory and Nina giggling on his bed, he knew that the universe, apparently, had other plans for him. ( He also thought that the universe was a fucking asshole, but that wasn’t really anything new. ) He paused in the doorway for a moment, just trying to figure out if his eyes were fucking with him or not, before he managed to muster out a single word.

“Why.”

[eugenexkim-blog]

eugene kim x moodboard ( 1 / ?? )

[eugenexkim-blog]

@eugenekim ......

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@eugenekim whoever just sent 400 shitty pickup lines to me…..like, why.

[lucaswestbrook-archivee-blog]

@lucass do you live in a corn field bc i’m stalking you

[eugenexkim-blog]

@eugenekim ..................

[eugenexkim-blog]

wanna play fuck marry kill?

@eugenekim nah.

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@eugenekim whoever just sent 400 shitty pickup lines to me.....like, why.

[eugenexkim-blog]

Will you be my valentine?

@eugenekim no thank you

[eugenexkim-blog]

Who's your favorite Westbrook? Your choices are A) Luke, B) Luke, C) Luke, or D) prefer not to respond (but actually Luke)

@eugenekim e) fuck off, luke.

[eugenexkim-blog]

What is your favorite quote? Why?

@eugenekim that time nina told me she’d shank me with a bar of soap if i didn’t do my english paper.

[greciandamsel]

In a weird way, it helped. That gentle pull of her hair, she gazed at him for a moment, completely speechless but bemused as to why he, of all people, would do that. If it was any other time of day, this gesture would irritate the shit out of her - ( how dare someone pull her hair to get her to shut up?! ) But not this time. Possibly because she could tell by his expression that Eugene didn’t intend it in a spiteful way.

She finally broke her silence. “No.” Her tone now much softer than it previously was, with an attempt to calm herself down.

There was a long pause, illustrated with a sigh. “I’m not usually up this early at all.” She tried to empty her thoughts, but how could anyone do that? That wasn’t something that could come naturally to her, and she wasn’t doing it because of her current company being a telepathic, but because she just wanted to stop, and to be able to relax. Maybe even sleep again, that would be nice.

[eugenexkim-blog]

If he was more awake, more in control of himself, he wouldn’t have done anything ( after all Eugene had a rep to maintain ). But with his eyes really only half-open and his brain really only half-present he was much more open than usual, and too tired to really bring himself to care all that much. Rory ( ha! he did remember! ) didn’t seem like the kind of person that would tattle on him, anyways. At least, he hoped not.

And anyway it worked, because she finally seemed to settle into the seat next to him, albeit a little more somber than before. When she finally spoke, voice somehow both too loud and too quiet, he sighed, running a hand through his ( probably completely fucked up ) hair.

“Yeah, me neither.” But there didn’t seem to be much he could do about it, now.

“How long you think we’d get iced for sneaking into the kitchen right now?”