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[nolovelingers]

WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

headcanons — // cw ! : some swearing ,, nsfw at the bottom ,, mostly just fluff + im in denial ab his death

WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . is the exact definition of puppy love seen in teenagers.

he’s liked you for as long as he can remember and there isn’t a single unpleasant memory of you in his mind. he was always scared to make a move but that doesn’t mean the feelings weren’t there.

his body seemed to naturally tilt in your direction when you were in a room together, and his attention would dart entirely to you when you spoke up. he listened closely to everything you said, encouraging your stories, asking questions and overall being an avid listener.

he was your biggest supporter and number one fan. he always felt so tingly and had a light feeling in his heart when you would smile at him or even grace your knuckles against his skin.

that being said, the day he asked you out and you actually said yes, he was stunned. fully embracing for your rejection and the humiliation that comes afterwards, he thought for a moment he must be dreaming.

wes is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met and a natural gentleman. holding doors open for you, helping you carry your bags when shopping, braiding a section of your hair for you and planting kisses to the back of your hand.

he’s also extremely supportive and a well educated man. thanks to growing up in a household with just his mother he’s more in touch with his sensitive side and knows a great deal about the female body.

very well spoken. wes is great at expressing how he is feeling with his words, his struggle is when it comes to actually saying them. he gets nervous about speaking up about how he feels sometimes but when he does he’s very clear about it all.

hicks is more of a stay in and enjoy each others company kind of guy, he loves having alone time with you, but he’ll have fun anywhere so long as you’re next to him.

you guys have tons of random cute dates that are more like married couple activities. going grocery shopping, getting a car fixed together, going to the gym, heading to the pharmacist, etc. wes is just always there and you guys do solo activities as a duo.

of course that doesn’t mean you guys won’t go out on the normal cute coupley dates. wes loves to go to carnivals, fairs and the arcade and you often find yourself making frequent visits to similar settings.

there’s no honeymoon phase with wes because he acts exactly the same throughout the relationship as he treats you at the start. he opens doors for you, walks you to class, always pays the bill, surprises you with small gifts, and pretty much makes you his top priority.

he’s liked girls before and has been in talking stages but he’s never been in a serious relationship like the one you’re in now so he puts his absolute all into it. he loves spoiling you so much by doing things like making you a gift basket or doing your homework for you after you fall asleep, from things ranging to gifts to acts of service.

you can see the way he feels about you just by the look in his eyes. he always has a permanent toothless smile painted on his face when you’re around and his eyes glisten and practically sparkle when they look at you. you can very easily see the love in his eyes, especially when you start talking.

he can be pretty shy when it comes to pda but he won’t mind small things like holding hands or a quick peck to the lips. he doesn’t like to be too touchy when out in the open and prefers to keep the physical part of your relationship for behind closed doors when it’s just the two of you.

wes holds you to such a high pedestal. you are literally never incorrect in his mind. if someone tries to say otherwise he is fast to jump in and defend your name like you were actually about to get canceled online for something serious, even if it was just because you solved a math question wrong and someone corrected you. he would rediscover math in a way that would make you right.

i dont see him as using social media very much, he probably has your initial and a <3 next to it in his Instagram bio at the least though.

your protector. you will never find someone who genuinely cares about your mental and physical being so much. he is always looking after you, whether you’re having a bad day with thoughts or if your life is actively in danger, he’s the one to count on.

he is constantly asking if you’re okay. if he notices your vibe is just a little bit off he will text you a short paragraph later on asking what’s up even if nothing is wrong.

honestly very sensitive when it comes to you. you matter the most to him out of everyone and so he clings off every sentence you say. like if you compliment his appearance one day and then don’t the next, the next day all he’ll think about is how he probably looked ugly. or if you jokingly make fun of one of his shirts for being plain you will find that he never wears that shirt again. he just wants to impress you.

you have so much power over him because of how much effort he’s putting into the relationship. he genuinely sees his whole future with you and has pictured the wedding and everything.

everything reminds him of you. you will get texts throughout the day of pictures he took of something random or links to things with a ‘this made me think about you’ text.

he loves sending you pictures of the sky. i can imagine him snapping a photo almost every other day and sending it to you, talking about how pretty the sunrise or sunset looked that day.

he’s not a very jealous boyfriend but he is insecure. he doesn’t get upset over you or mad at the person he’s jealous about but rather becomes very critical of himself. thinking about how he’s not good enough for you, how you and whoever would look so much better together, that he’s too boring for you, wtv.

having your go-to artists together. you and wes definitely have picked at least 1-5 musicians and bands that you listen to everytime your together. or certain songs that makes you think of each other. does anyone else get the vibe he’d listen to tv girl?

you both have a ritualistic habit of texting goodnight and good morning. the good morning texts are usually never an issue, but there have been times he sleep deprives himself at night waiting on your response to his goodnight while you’re already sound asleep and just forgot to respond. he usually passes out early anyway though, i dont imagine wes to be the type to stay up super late normally. he probably has a normal sleeping schedule, like anywhere from 9 to 11 pm.

having your own shows and movies you watch together are a must. wes is a huge fan of all of the classic blockbusters, like star wars, the godfather, sappy shit like titanic or notebook, wizard of oz, et, groundhog day, etc.

studying together! both library dates and going over to each others houses. the thing with wes is that if you say you’re studying, you’re studying. he is actually a good student and tries very hard with schoolwork, taking it seriously. this is not to say that you being there won’t distract him on occasion, because it definitely will, and you definitely have the power to pull his mind away, but he will ultimately actually try to do work. and don’t expect anything besides maybe a 3 minute make out sesh before he’s working again.

every special occasion is spent together. all holidays you’re invited into his home with open arms, and if you’re not able to go over to his hes negotiating any way for him to be able to attend whatever you were doing. whether it’s for halloween or fourth of july, he wants to spend the day with you.

texting all the time. literally all the time; on top of hanging out all the time. you guys are always talking, and he loves to text you and be informed about gossip or anything going on in your day. he will grasp for any details he can get.

he is SO ATTENTIVE when you are upset, on your cycle, angry, having an episode, etc. like seriously, it’s like he always knows what to say or ask to make you feel better. and hes always more than prepared to make a quick trip to a nearby store for some snacks or a cheap card game or something to take your mind off things.

going over to each others houses even if the other wasn’t home yet. his mom even offered to just make you a spare key and has gotten used to you entering her house before her own son does to go lay in his bed till he got home. hes comfortable letting you just wait in his room for him, and you get the chance to be nosy and snoop if you want while also enjoying the coziness of your boyfriends room; so win win!!!!!

oh matching pajamas FOR SURE! hes definitely a sucker for having a shared fuzzy pjs set, especially when you get to wear them out or to college. and when you guys are matching you bet hes gonna want to hold your hand the entire day, just so that anyone who saw you guys in case they didn’t get the memo before that you were together would now…..

definitely much more talkative when it’s just the two of you. when you guys are out with other friends hes more reserved and will just stick to your side, only really talking to you and even then will be less vocal as you guys are out. but the moment it’s just the two of you he is so much more expressive and open.

hes got a photo album of you that he loves to look at; on top of having you as his homescreen, and probably a few polaroids up of the two of you on his bedroom walls.

NSFW !!

DUDE!!!! AFTERCARE GALORE!!!! THIS MAN HAS BEEN RAISED RIGHT AND PROPER!!!!

he is so attentive to your needs and what you want, and the whole experience he spends tending to you and making sure you feel comfortable.

puts a pillow under ur back ❤️.

loves to let you be a pillow princess. hes a soft dom for sure, though wouldn’t mind letting you take charge from time to time if that’s what you wanted. but he loves taking care of you and doing all of the work so he gets to see your every reaction

i see him as probably sort of whiney in bed. he’ll try to bury his head in a pillow or your neck while hes fucking you to stifle his noises

loves giving. like ofc he’ll happily receive, but he genuinely enjoys giving more than he does receiving. he loves giving you head and servicing you, knowing hes the one who’s making your body feel so good just drives him fucking wild

he could do it for the entire day if he could. just lapping you up for hours and hours while you beg for him to give you a break.

always prepared, always uses protection (unless you ask!), and always has the necessary materials nearby.

big cuddler after as well. he just wants to hold you and go the fuck to sleep once you guys are both taken care of

started 8.07.23. finished 11.10.24.

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Caught in the Static - Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (with Steve Harrington love triangle)

The sky had gone orange again.

That sick, pulsing glow. Like a dying star screaming through Hawkins, splitting the sky, leaving scars across the earth. You stood at the edge of the collapse, peering into the open wound that bled the Upside Down into your world, wind tearing at your jacket, heart thudding like a war drum.

"You don't have to go back in," Steve said softly behind you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not without your voice breaking.

Because Eddie was still in there. Somewhere. And maybe he was alive.

Maybe.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

“Stay behind me,” Steve said, pushing through the brittle black vines with one arm and holding his bat in the other.

You snorted. “I have three blades and a sawed-off shotgun, Harrington. I'm not a damsel.”

“Never said you were,” he muttered, but his hand still hovered close to your lower back—always ready to catch you. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Protective in ways that used to be sweet but now made your chest feel heavy. Like you were being wrapped in something you didn't ask for.

And Eddie had noticed.

“Oh look,” he had said earlier with a smirk, “King Steve being your knight in shining hair again. That’s new.”

You’d rolled your eyes, but the words stung. Because something had changed. You and Eddie had always had this… thing—this slow-burning, unspoken, aching connection. Eye contact that lingered too long. Hands that brushed too often. Jokes that turned into stares. But you never said it. You never did anything about it.

And now… Steve was circling like a hawk. Always watching you. Guarding you.

Eddie had grown quieter. More distant. But the jealousy? That was sharp. You saw it in how he narrowed his eyes every time Steve touched your arm. Heard it in the way his voice dropped when he spoke to you like he was trying to prove something.

You wanted to scream.

NOW

The wind inside the Upside Down howled like something alive. You stepped through the gate with Steve behind you, Robin and Nancy following close, Dustin at the rear. The ground cracked beneath your boots—ashy, bone-dry, echoing like old wood.

And then—

A scream.

“EDDIE!” you shouted, taking off at a dead sprint before anyone could stop you. The scream was faint—muffled—but it was his.

It had to be.

You ran until your lungs burned. Until the vines turned thick and knotted and wet. And that’s when the pain hit.

Your ankle twisted on a chunk of rubble. You cried out, collapsing hard, shoulder slamming against concrete.

“Shit!” Steve was already beside you, hands gripping your shoulders. “Hey, hey, hey—stay still.”

“I’m fine,” you hissed, pain blinding. You tried to get up and stumbled again.

Steve caught you before you hit the ground.

And just like that, he scooped you up into his arms.

“Steve, put me down. I said—”

“Nope. You’re done. You’re not walking on that.”

“Jesus Christ, Harrington,” Eddie growled from somewhere behind you. You turned your head to see him stepping out of the mist and shadow, blood on his face, a makeshift spear in his hand.

Your heart clenched.

He was alive.

“Eddie,” you breathed.

He blinked at you. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” you said again, louder this time, trying to pull out of Steve’s arms. “Seriously—”

But Steve tightened his grip. “She can’t walk. She’s going to get herself killed.”

“I can take her,” Eddie said roughly.

“No,” Steve snapped. “You’ve already been missing for two days. You’re barely standing.”

They stared each other down, rage crackling in the air. You could feel it like heat.

“I’m right here,” you said, tears burning behind your eyes. “Stop talking like I’m a bag of potatoes.”

But they kept going.

“Back off,” Steve said, jaw clenched.

“She’s not yours, man,” Eddie shot back.

That hit the silence hard.

You turned your face away, unable to breathe.

Because the truth was: you weren’t his either.

LATER THAT NIGHT

They made camp near an old wrecked house, somewhere deep in the Upside Down woods. You were bundled in a blanket, ankle wrapped, pain flaring every time you moved.

Eddie hadn’t spoken to you.

Not once.

Steve had been hovering again, and you couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop. Because part of you liked that he cared. But another part of you—the louder part—was screaming for someone else.

So when Steve finally walked off for firewood, and the others were asleep or keeping watch, you limped toward Eddie’s corner of the ruined living room.

He didn’t look up.

“You’re mad at me.”

“Nope,” he said flatly.

“Bullshit.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m mad at myself.”

You lowered yourself beside him, biting back a wince.

“I let them take me,” he said. “I let them pull me away from you. I should’ve fought harder.”

“You’re here now.”

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again,” he whispered, voice cracking.

You reached out, fingers curling into his sleeve. “Neither did I.”

He looked at you finally, eyes red, jaw tight. “Do you love him?”

You froze. “What?”

“Steve.”

Your heart beat once. Twice.

And then shattered.

“I don’t know,” you said, voice barely there. “I know he loves me. But I…”

Eddie leaned in. “But you what?”

You swallowed. “But I’ve been in love with you since the night you made me laugh so hard I snorted root beer through my nose.”

His lips parted.

“And you never said anything?” he asked, pained.

“Neither did you,” you whispered.

His hand found yours in the dark.

“I should’ve.”

THE FINAL FIGHT

They came like a wave. Bats and vines and snarling Demodogs, eyes glowing like coals. You were all separated. Steve to the left, Robin screaming, Nancy firing shots, Dustin calling for help.

And you—cornered.

Until Eddie was there, swinging a pipe, screaming your name.

“GET BACK!”

A vine slashed across your stomach. You fell, blood soaking your shirt.

“No—NO!” Eddie dropped beside you, hands covered in red, trying to stop the bleeding. “Stay with me. Don’t you fucking dare.”

Steve was suddenly there too, shoving Eddie aside.

“MOVE!”

“She needs me!” Eddie shouted.

“I love her too!” Steve screamed.

And in the chaos, you laughed—weak and broken.

“You’re both idiots,” you murmured, voice fading. “I was never anyone’s to claim.”

Then darkness.

AFTERMATH

You woke up in a hospital bed. White walls. Beeping machines. Eddie asleep in the chair beside you, head bowed, fingers still looped with yours.

Steve stood in the doorway, quiet. Watching.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You didn’t know what to say.

“Eddie never left,” Steve said. “Didn’t even sleep.”

Your eyes filled with tears.

Steve smiled—sad and warm. “You chose him, huh?”

You nodded.

“I get it,” he said, and walked away.

[dark-raven-666]

Demon slayer masterlist

- monster energy drinks I would assign each hashira

- monster energy drinks I would assign each hashira p2

- monster energy drinks I would assign each upper moon p1

- monster energy drinks I would assign each upper moon p2

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Good to be Back

Hi everyone, so as you may see it's has been a while for me, but finally I'm back to writing. At the moment, I will be writing mostly about COD. Big masked manly men here I come hehe. The first Keegan story was just uploaded. Part 2 will be out soon and it is going to be a sexy one.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Chapter II: New Faces

She gazed out of the window of the moving car while it passed the green scenery. Green was everywhere, seemingly every shade of it. The closest town had been passed well over forty minutes ago as they continued down the private road that led to the school.

Her parents weren't with her, of course. She'd been accompanied by the family driver as her parents were busy working. As per usual.

Trees drowned out everything else, the road twisted around them and roots began reclaiming the edges of the concrete, taking back their land where their brothers and sisters had been torn down to allow room for the human passage.

Occasionally, her (e/c) eyes would catch a glimpse of a rabbit or a deer — birds were common too but far from being as interesting. A sigh left her lips as she twisted the cap of her water bottle, throwing her head back to finish off the last of the refreshing liquid, leaving behind only a few stubborn drops that never seemed to leave the bottle.

The road began to open up and there was a definite clearing up ahead. (Y/n) swerved her head to get a better look at the grand gates which fenced off the school's grounds. The road became a wide gravel path and there were well-kept trees, hedges and flower beds decorating the field at the front of the building.

The building itself was magnificent. A grand château with such intricate detail that (Y/n) was unsure whether she'd be able to memorise it all despite how long she would be staying inside for.

When she stepped inside, the foyer put the outer decor to shame. An exquisite chandelier hung high before the split staircase which wound upwards towards the upper floor that was separated by a series of balconies, giving the foyer a tremendously high ceiling of four floors.

The deep green wallpaper was decorated with intricate designs as was the dark brown wood that was polished to perfection.

(Y/n) marvelled, suitcase in hand, spinning slowly on the spot as she looked upwards, watching the chandelier sparkle, flaunting its own worth. It looked old but kept too; yet another factor to add to the value of it.

The few boxes of her belongings were wheeled in on a trolley by the driver who placed them beside the staircase, giving his employers' daughter a quick nod of the head before leaving.

"Miss (L/n)!" A vaguely familiar voice greeted. (Y/n) lowered her gaze to see Miss Attaway descending the left staircase that curved inwards gradually to meet the base of the right staircase in a singular platform, two steps high. Between these two cases was a tall and very large marble pillar. "We're delighted to have you here!" Her smile faltered a little as she reached the final step, looking around. "Where are your parents?"

"Oh, they didn't come." She replied simply. She caught onto the pity in the vice principal's eyes but was bothered very little by it. She was used to her parents not being around after all.

"Not to see you off?" The teacher questioned, looking somewhat upset.

"Nope," (Y/n) replied simply. There was nothing else to say regarding the subject.

"Well alright then. . ." She composed herself quickly, smoothing down her skirt and straightening her back. "Welcome to Vermere Lake Grammar School. We're delighted to have you studying here alongside other hand-picked students." Her hand swept around the room. "I hope you find yourself comfortable enough here, I've been told by a few students here that they may take time to adjust to such luxuries but I believe a young lady like yourself shouldn't find that too difficult. It's simple to be at ease among such finery."

"I've been looking for a change in routine for a while. It's not a problem at all, the unfamiliarity is quite the comfort really." The (e/c)-eyed female assured her.

"Good, good." Pearl clapped her hands together, "Now, before I give you your room number and key (for privacy from other students) I have to tell you that you'll be sharing with some other students. We advise not unpacking for a while just to make sure you get along with everyone — if not, then we'll rearrange the room plans." She paused for a moment. "The girls' wing is to the left, the boys' is to the right. You're allowed to visit each other's rooms but not after curfew. Your uniform is already in your room. However, there's one rule that I'm sure you won't be particularly happy with: we don't allow phones here. You can use the school's phone to make calls home but mobiles are only allowed at the end of each term."

(Y/n)'s face had noticeably dropped at this. She depended on her phone for many aspects of her studies and was not about to hand it over.

"That's alright, I didn't bring it anyway." She lied.

"You didn't?" Miss Attaway looked shocked.

"No, I don't really have any friends to message and I figured that I would just use the school's phone to call my parents anyway." She prayed that she wouldn't get a notification or call of any kind during the conversation.

"Fair enough." Pearl seemed to believe the lie, after all, the logic made sense to (Y/n)'s character. "Well, you're in room one with three other girls." She held out her hand, "Here's your key."

(Y/n) took the small piece of metal that was attached to a blue plastic tag. Pearl left and she looked down at her bag and boxes of belongings before glancing up to the flight of stairs, sighing. But, it had to be done so she hefted her large suitcase up with great effort and set it by the banister at the top before jogging down to grab one of her boxes. A pair of heavier footsteps matched hers from the other side of the pillar. When she reached the base of the stairs, she was met by an incredibly tall, bronze-skinned boy who looked to be only slightly older than herself.

"Hi." He greeted in an American accent. It was heavy and yet there was something different to it, something about the tone in his voice that implied English wasn't his first language and yet he had mastered it to the point that the accent of his mother tongue was utterly hidden, "I'm Connor." He flashed a quick yet soft smile before glancing down at (Y/n)'s belongings. "Would you like a hand?"

"If you don't mind?" She replied, somewhat guiltily yet not wanting to deny a helping hand. They both reached for a box each. "I'm (Y/n) by the way."

"Nice to meet you." He spoke as they carefully made their way upwards, being sure to not trip seeing as the boxes blocked their view. (Y/n) found herself struggling a little but judging by the look of ease on Connor's face and the size of his arms, this was a simple task to him.

"So, have you managed to have a look around yet?" (Y/n) prompted a conversation as they descended to stairs to fetch the last two boxes.

"Just my room." The American answered, "Two of my roommates are here already: a British guy called Jacob and an Italian called Ezio — it seems like a really diverse school." He pointed out.

"Indeed." (Y/n) agreed as she hefted up the box in her hands, almost dropping it as her fingers slipped and she lost her grip. However, Connor quickly reached forward and caught it. Panic over.

"Careful." He warned gently, allowing (Y/n) to reclaim the box in her arms while uttering out a 'thank you'. She thanked him properly at the top of the stairs before the two of them parted. (Y/n) was on her own in carrying her belongings to her room now.

She hefted one of the heavier cardboard boxes in her arms, supporting the bottom out of fear it may rip, before proceeding to room one.

She pushed the door open with her foot and was greeted by an unfamiliar face. The girl was brown-haired, green-eyed and pale-skinned. She styled her tresses into two Dutch braids and a low bun with a few pieces falling in front of her face (which was splashed with freckles) she was slim with a few soft curves here and there. She wore some messy (yet sophisticated) eye makeup.

"Hey, I'm Evie Frye." She greeted with a beaming smile. (Y/n) returned the friendly gesture and dropped her box carefully at the side of a bed which was tucked into the far-right corner side-on against a window.

There were three windows in the room, two small ones that stretched up tall on the left and right-hand sides of the room and a large one that ran along the middle of the room, leaving a metre gap between the smaller windows — this large one also stretched high up.

There was another bed in the left corner in front of the door with the foot of the bed facing whoever walked in. A third bed was lined up against the large window in the middle of the room, hugging the wall side-on while the fourth bed was hugging the wall that held the door with the foot of the bed facing whoever walked in. The beds themselves were twin-sized, not too big nor too small.

An armoire was built into the close right corner of the room, forming an 'L' shape. Each bed had an old-styled container chest at the foot of it for the belongings of whoever slept there.

(Y/n) took in the old-fashioned blood red rug that ran along the length of the room down the middle, standing out against the polished wooden floorboards.

Evie had chosen the bed on the south wall to the right of the door when one walked in judging by the box that rested on the mattress. A bookshelf ran along the wall beside Evie's bed but was mostly empty bar a small collection on the middle shelf. (Y/n) assumed they belonged to her roommate.

There were two chaise lounges in the room: one in front of the bookcase and the other between (Y/n)'s bed and the one that rested against the wider window.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." She introduced.

"So, do you know anyone here?" The Brit prompted a conversation as she began unpacking her clothes, walking behind the changing screen in front of the armoire to begin filling it with her clothing.

"No. No one else from my school was requested to attend here. What about you?" She spoke as she began making her way back across the spacious room to collect the rest of her things from the top of the stairs.

"I'm here with my little twin brother Jacob and my boyfriend Henry." The freckled female replied.

"Oh, the guy that helped me to get my things upstairs (Connor) mentioned he was sharing a room with Jacob. Wait, you're a twin?" (Y/n) highlighted.

Evie turned around with a cheeky grin. "The older twin of us and I'm never going to let him forget it." She giggled, (Y/n) joined in the little moment of laughter.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to get another box of my things." (Y/n) did as such and, trip after trip, brought all of her belongings into her room. She jumped onto the silver sheets of her bed, exhausted from lifting all those heavy boxes. By this time, Evie was almost completely unpacked and had begun to place her last few belongings into the chest at the end of her bed when someone else walked in.

She had straightened blonde hair and striking red lips along with an irritated and bitchy look on her expression. Most of her outfit was designer and the clothing seemed a little off for the overcast weather in the countryside, like she was more accustomed to hotter weather. She had a suitcase in one hand and a male with dark hair and a little stubble to match held a large crate of belongings in his arms.

(Y/n) sat up to inspect them.

"And you two are?" She asked in a rude tone with a Latin-rooted accent accompanying her voice. Was that Italian or Spanish?

"Evie Frye." The Brit spoke up, giving the blonde a weary look before gesturing over to (Y/n), "(Y/n) (L/n)."

"I'm Lucrezia Borgia but I'm sure you've already heard that I'm attending." She smirked as she stepped into the room, inspecting her red acrylic nails while the olive-skinned male behind her dropped her other belongings on the floor beside her.

"Actually, we don't exactly have reputations here yet." (Y/n) contributed, sitting up cross-legged on the bed. The blonde narrowed her eyes at this.

"Well here's mine: I'm at the top here. No-one undermines me, understood?"

"Look, I don't know who you are and frankly I couldn't care less about all this big talk and trying to flex by wearing every designer item you have on your first day." (Y/n) spoke bluntly. She came from a wealthy family too and easily could have done the same to flaunt such but had chosen not to; it simply wasn't in her nature, "I'm here to learn, not to play High School Musical fantasies, alright?" Neither of the two newcomers seemed to like this.

"You'll learn how it works one way or another." The man spoke up.

"And you are?" (Y/n) asked.

"Cesare Borgia." He spoke with a flirtatious smile, something about his presentation was unsettling. He radiated arrogance and self-destructive ambition.

"I'm not staying here. I'm going to switch." Lucrezia huffed as she wheeled her suitcase out the door, her brother following with the crate of her other belongings.

Evie watched them leave with an exhausted look. "What a handful." She muttered, "I'm glad o see that you don't take rubbish from anyone."

"I'll never understand people like that," (Y/n) added, sliding off her bed, "I don't really know any other way to react, really. I've never seen the point in all these social expectations, not to get too philosophical, I'm just used to my own company." It was clear now that this was her room and if there were any disagreements, the other party would be leaving, therefore, she began to unpack her things, beginning with dumping all her books out onto the bed to get them out of the way.

" 'A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself'." Evie quoted, eyeing her copy of Wuthering Heights.

"You know, I've always been keen on that line." (Y/n) smiled, glad to know they were very like-minded.

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While (Y/n) was filling the bookshelf with her own selection of fiction, historical biographies and Victorian literature, two other girls entered the room.

One was a dark-skinned woman with equally dark and alluring hazel eyes framed by thick lashes and paired with full lips. She had medium-length hair in beautiful thick box braids. She seemed to have a friendly and approachable manner. She wore a loose yellow jumper with ripped denim jeans and a thick black belt.

The other was a short olive-toned female with shimmering grey-brown eyes and curly dark brown hair with rose-tinted lips and an air of confidence around her. Her fashion was rebellious — striking red plaid trousers with a black leather belt and a black band hoodie with red detailing.

"Hi, Lucrezia and Anne were supposed to be in here but we spoke it over with the two of them so we're going to be staying here instead." The darker female spoke up in a western French accent. "I'm Aveline de Grandpre and this is-" She let her friend finish.

"-Claudia Auditore." She spoke with a confident smile, she tossed her red rucksack onto the bed opposite the door, leaving Aveline with the bed by the widest window. "Do you two know each other already?" She gestured between (Y/n) and Evie.

"Oh, no, we just met." Evie answered, "What about you two?"

"Again, we only just met but I think we're all going to get along well." The Italian replied, "I know a few people here already: Ezio (he's my older brother) and Cesare and Lucrezia (believe me, they make snakes seem like better friends)."

"Oh, we briefly spoke to them." (Y/n) contributed, dropping onto the chaise between hers and Aveline's bed, "We caught onto that much soon enough."

"I know Connor, we were friends when we were little," Aveline added.

"Oh, I met Connor earlier." (Y/n) smiled, "He seems really sweet, he helped me to carry my things upstairs." Aveline smiled at this, recalling his soft and kind behaviour.

"My twin brother goes here too." Evie joined in, "His name's Jacob."

"Oh, I think Ezio was talking to him earlier." Claudia piped up, "Scar on his eyebrow, short hair?"

"Yep, that's him," Evie confirmed.

"The boys have had an argument already," Aveline spoke up. "Three of them kicked Cesare out of their room so now he has a spare room all to himself." She chuckled.

"Not surprised at all," Claudia spoke up, flopping onto the bed before groaning. "I want my phone back!"

(Y/n) considered telling them that she still had hers but decided against it. She would wait to see if she could trust them first. Until then, it would remain hidden in her bag on do not disturb.

"Yeah, I met a few people in Claudia's brother's room." Aveline continued, "Ezio, Jacob and Arno (he says he's from France but you wouldn't think it at hearing his voice) — Connor's in there with them in room one. They all seem to get along well."

"Perhaps the number's a blessing." (Y/n) joked, "If you're in room one, you all get on."

There was shouting down the hall, the girls all look to one another before poking their heads out of the door rather comically with one head above another.

"Maláka! That girl is insufferable!" A girl with an odd accent exclaimed while Lucrezia huffed and returned to her room at the end of the corridor. She'd most likely just given her 'queen bee' speech again.

The one who yelled had tanned skin, decorated with scars, that stretched over defined muscles. Her hair was pulled into a fishtail over her shoulder and decorated with a cord wrapped around it.

"She's a bitch, don't give her any attention." Claudia piped up, snagging her attention. The woman smiled.

"I'll keep that in mind." She grinned, glad that the blonde didn't have an army of pestering followers seeing as she acted as such. "I'm Kassandra."

"Claudia." The social butterfly of an Italian replied, "This is: Aveline, Evie and (Y/n)." She pointed to each girl in turn who all waved.

"Nice to meet you all." She smiled. Another girl walked out of her room. She was dark-skinned with honey brown eyes and box braids that were tied over her shoulder.

"Hey, I'm Aya." She spoke in a lilted tone. She still had her coat on.

"Cold?" Evie prompted, pointing to the clothing.

"I'm from Egypt, it's colder than winter here." She sighed.

"Tell me about it, I'm from Italy," Claudia spoke, walking out into the corridor.

"Greece." Kassandra contributed.

"England. I'm used to it." Evie shrugged.

"(Y/o)," (Y/n) added.

"America." Aveline finished. That was a lot of diversity.

"It's nice that we're getting along." Aya said, "I was expecting more bitchy girls like her." She gestured to the room that Lucrezia was in.

"I can hear you!" The blonde yelled from inside her room.

"That's the point!" Kassandra called back. The girls all laughed at this.

"To the year ahead of us." Kassandra smiled as she walked back into her room, all the others doing the same.

(Y/n) felt her lips tug up in a smile at all the friendly new faces around her and the obvious shift in her life. It unnerved yet excited her all at once and, for the first time ever, she was eager to meet all these new people and get to know them.

This really was the change that she had been needing.

Stay safe and social distance to protect your loved ones, everyone <3 -Kia C.