A cool new cozy slowburn friends to lovers yuri story!
Sooo.....here's what i came up with
A woman by the name of Goergie moves in to a new apartment, wanting to have a fresh start somewhere new the neighbors are nice and very welcoming but....Goergie is not as social and extervorted as she may first appear and just wants to be left alone.
She doesn't exactly have many friends either and she likes it that way.
That is until the old lady that lives a few doors away takes her turn to welcome Goergie into the building, being a little nosy and curious about the new girl in the block but Goergie was not really in the mood for visiters so she tries to gently tell this lady to get the fuck out of her house and eventually the old lady catches on but still has one last thing to say before she leaves, she asks Goergie to walk on over to the fourth floor and knock on the sixteenth door, saying that Goergie would love the woman who lives there and with that..the old lady leaves, leaving Goergie alone to wonder if she really should listen to the old hag, but she shrugs it off...at leas she tried to at first.
But no matter how hard she tried, Goergie couldn't help but think back at the old hag's words...someone in the fourth floor that she'd love to meet? Yeah right...as if....but she should todally go over there just to prove that old lady wrong right?
And so she did...after coming back from work she decided to say "fuck it" and went on over to the fourth floor and found the door marked by the number "16"...at first Goergie was having doubts about this but...it was too late to go back now...so with one last deep inhale and exhale...she knocked down on the door, three knocks. at first there was no answer and Goergie couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at this, thinking that the old woman was just trying to get a raise out of her, Goergie was about to turn away, that is until, finally, the door unlocked and opened...
And behind that door stood a tall, slim and beautiful woman, looking down at Goergie, the taller woman practically beamed with exitement at the sight of her, and without giving Goergie much time to process, the other woman pulled her into a big tight hug before letting go of her quickly and appologize for her sudden behavoir, after appologizing, the woman introduced herself as "Franny" and said she's happy to have a new neighbor visit.
Goergie, while still flustered and confused, managed to find herself and for the first time in a long while, engaged in a conversation with someone new, and ever since that day.....the two had become close friends.
But as time went on, Goergie started to notice some odd behavoirs and habits from Franny, slowly noticing the other girl's clinginess towards her, and how...weirdly jumpy and weary she gets when things start to get stressfull.
How would Goergie react when she starts to fall the girl who's her exact oppsite? Would she be able to handle her feelings? Would she even be able to understand and get past Franny's walls? Would we know what happened to Franny that caused her to be the way she is today? Maybe, maybe not, all depends if i get invested in making their story.
Till next time!
On BTW here's a pic of how Goergie and Franny look like
The blond in the oversized sweater is Franny, and the girl with the short brown hair is Goergie
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warnings: punches, smoking, cursing, making out (oh no i guess i need to prepare to die)
tense: 2nd person
abbreviations: y/n : your name, h/c : hair color, y/l/n : your last name
prompts: none
music recommendations: tremble for my beloved by collective soul, eyes on fire by blue foundation, stuck here like mom by carter burwell
a/n: please read this lil a/n! so the most important thing i want you to know before you skip this a/n to an actual ff, is that there will be moments in the ff when iâll say:
(now play (for example): the right way around by daughter)
and basically please please please turn on this song because it makes the story 500 times better! you can just leave it on repeat til the next song or just turn it off after it ends~
okay but hi hello, my name is wendy and welcome to my first ever series! iâm so hyped for this, itâll be amazing i promise omg iâm sO hYpe and i hope you enjoy this as much as i do!! ps, writing this was all about nostalgia so if you used to love twilight i hope youâre happy :) + some scenes are exactly like the scenes from twilight but the plot is completely different obv! i mean just look at aged up!richie and edward and tell me they arenât the same type of person (by the way the gif below doesnât belong to me but i cropped out the text)
I'd never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.
Your finger slipped down the freezing bus window as you stared blankly at the grey town. Almost everything was grey. The sky, trees, buildings. Even the people seemed to be grey in some way.
You pressed your back to the uncomfortable seat and closed your eyes, beginning to get lost in the darkness in front of you.
You opened your eyes slowly, looking around. How long have you slept? 3 hours. You woke up just at the time. The bus stopped at the bus stop made out of red brick, covered in not so great graffiti. You looked around, and decided to go straight.
With your luggage, probably already damaged on the rock covered road, you walked into the alley between two tall buildings. That was probably the most stupid thing youâve done today.
âLook, we got a tourist in here.â You heard a deep, teasing voice behind you. You felt shivers on your back as you turned around, pulling the sleeves of your shirt to cover your hands. âWho wouldâve thought huh?â A dirty-blonde boy walked to you with three guys following him. He was so close you could feel his breath. It made you want to vomit.
âWhat do you want.â You say quietly, feeling your heart in your throat as you walked back to the wall, the boy getting closer to you every step you took. He chuckled.
âWhatâs your name?â He asks, pinning you to the wall, gazing into your eyes as you avoid eye contact, grasping onto your backpack strap. âWhere are you from?â He asks again and you remain silent. He inhales deeply. âWHERE ARE YOU FROM?!â The boy shouts so loud, your ears hurt.
âPhoenix!â You scream back vulnerably. He smirks quietly, as you feel his hand raising and before you realized whatâs happening his hand was on your (h/c) hair, stroking it gently. You kept staring away, not able to move. Words canât describe what you felt. Because it actually felt like you feel nothing. As if everything stopped and you were choking on your feelings, to eventually spit them out and become a feel less human being. That was before you heard another voice.
âHey Bowers. Arenât you having a little too much fun?â A sharp, but somehow soothing voice. Your head immediately snapped to the direction the sound was coming from. The boy let go of you, chuckling softly. As he did so, you finally saw the tall, skinny (too skinny), curly haired boy gazing at the guy that was putting his hands on you a second ago. He was wearing a black leather jacket and black, ripped jeans. Freckles splattered on his face, and messy, black curls covering his face. He glared at you for a split second before looking back at âBowersâ and you felt your heart flutter.
âArenât you forgetting to watch your mouth? Huh, Tozier?â As he spoke, the curly haired boyâs expression deepened and his brows furrowed slightly. âLook, I wasnât going to do anything to this young lady. She was just kindly asking me for that.â Bowers says, laughing with his friends.
âI see.â He says as his expression softens and he walks to Bowers and his crackheads.
Seconds later the freckled boysâ fist is in his face as he stumbles back, covering his bleeding nose. Bowers looks up at him with a deathly expression, ready to put his fists on him, when one of his friends grabs his arm and heâs being pulled back.
âCome on Henry, Itâs Tozier.â The bleached blonde boy says as Bowers gives âTozierâ the last deathly look.
âYouâre gonna pay for this, Trashmouth. Youâre gonna pay.â He says before turning around and walking off.
(tremble for my beloved by collective soul ON)
He watches them leave until theyâre out of sight. He then takes a red box out of his pocket and grabs a cigarette before sticking it in his mouth and lighting with a silver lighter. He takes a puff and finally meets his eyes with yours, as you stay pressed to the brick wall, your mouth opened, hands scratched from the harsh brick.
He wasnât close, you could see every detail on his face very well though. He glared at you with his black eyes before looking back forward and lazily and slowly walking off. You glare at him until he disappears behind the building, stiff and again, feel less.
Derry High. The perfect place for underaged sluts and playboys. You blink lazily, walking through the crowded hall, passing some heavy make out sessions. Your backpack was never this heavy. You didnât really care though. âJared, everyoneâs watching.â You heard a girlish chuckle. Gross. After a few minutes you finally found an empty table at the diner. You sit down and slam your head on the table, hopefully trying to get some sleep. You were cut off by a sudden flash of light.
âOh my goodness, Iâm so sorry. Did I wake you up?â
(tremble for my beloved by collective soul OFF)
A boyish voice asked you. You lifted your head and slowly opened your eyes, regretting it immediately when the bright and cheap, fluorescent lights of the diner hit you. In front of you stood a boy with a camera in his hands. âWait, youâre the new student, arenât you?â He asks and you smile nervously, trying not to avoid eye contact with the boy. âY/L/N, right?â
You shake your head, slightly closing your eyes. âY/n.â You say and look away shyly.
âHey Ben!â A voice shouts from the other part of the diner as a girl ran over to the table. She glanced at you and the boy. âYou brought a friend to our table?â
âO-Oh, sorry. I didnât know it was taken.â You grab your bag and stand up.
âNo, stay with us! Iâm Emma. Youâre the new student, right?â She says with a warm smile as you hesitantly sit down and nod with a shy smile. âWhere are you from?â She keeps asking as the two of them sit down as well.
âPhoenix, Arizo-â You were cut off by a girlish voice.
âHey guys! Oh- sorry, you brought us company?â She says with a smile looking at you.
âYeah, itâs Y/n, the new student.â Ben says as her smile widens.
âShit, Arizona. How are you so pale.â She says giving you a weird nickname you try to ignore. âIâm Jane.â You shake hands and she sits down, before a blonde boy grabs her by the waist from the back and she screams.
âJonathan Nathan Hughes! Are you crazy?!â You squint your eyes at the sudden pitch screams as Jane jokingly starts to punch Jonathan.
You roll your eyes making sure no one sees it. Definitely not your company.
Still, you were already dragged into it.
After a few minutes of their boring talking and childish acting, your gaze drifts to the dinerâs glass doors as you feel your heart in your throat.
âHey, uh, do you know who that is?â You say pointing a deadly pale, curly haired boy walking through the doors with your chin.
Everyone looks at each other and chuckles except Ben, who gave the boy a death gaze.
âRichie Tozier. Donât even try. Heâs too good for you.â Jane says.
âHeâs too good for everyone.â Emma cuts her off, fixing her glasses.
(eyes on fire by blue foundation ON)
You look back at Richie. The name didnât suit him. Richard was more like him. He seems... Well, he seems too serious for that nickname.
Dressed all in black, with black curls, white, vampire-like skin, poor posture, freckles that seemed to be creating constellations from every angle you look at, and mesmerizing, black eyes with long eyelashes. Not saying he was towering over all the students and teachers. You felt so ugly looking at him.
A cold shiver went trough your body as he glared at you. At you.
âSeriously, donât even bother.â Jane continues.
You scoff gently. âI wasnât planning to.â
âWho says she wants to date him? Maybe Y/n wants to date me.â Jonathan says proudly with a shit eating grin, earning a punch from Ben.
You squint your eyes lightly, a fake, harsh chuckle comes out of your mouth before turning your head back to look at Richard again, and meet his deep gaze again. If looks could kill, youâd both be dead by now.
The rest of the day was normal. Jonathan Hughes kept on hitting on you with the worst pickup lines youâve ever heard. You havenât even realized when they decided youâre their friend from now on, and they were what seems like excited about it. Like youâre their new, shiny toy. I mean, only one person seemed unenthusiastic about it.
âWhat class do you have next?â Jane Robertson asks, jumping around you with a smile on her face.
âUhm, itâs biology, I guess.â You say looking at your schedule.
âBiology?â You turn your head to Jonathan. âHell yeah, Arizona. Youâre coming with me and Ben!â He says, putting his arm over the poor boyâs shoulder. You fake a quiet chuckle.
âRemind me, who invited her into our group again?â You could hear Jane whispering to Emma, feeling her gaze on your back. You sigh quietly before pulling the class doors open.
(eyes on fire by blue foundation OFF)
(stuck here like mom by carter burwell ON)
You shiver as the cold glare hits you. You stop in your place and donât dare to move, locking your eyes on one person. Every emotion you could think of hit you. People pushed you, trying to get to the classroom though you couldnât feel anything. A hand in front of your face woke you up.
âHello? Are you okay?â You glared at the men in his 40s.
âY-Yes, sorry. Iâm the new student. Y/N Y/L/N. From Arizona.â
âAh, yes. These are the books for you.â The teacher handed you two heavy biology books and started looking around the classroom. âThereâs the seat for you. Sorry itâs in the end of the classroom
You felt your heart in your throat and almost fell. You nodded and forced your legs to work. Getting closer you could feel the nervousness increasing. You sat down and stared at your hands, not able to move. You could feel his cold gaze on you. Directly on you. Your fists clenched and you snapped your head to his direction. Your eyes locked together. You could see his black eyes, blinking slowly under his curls. The tension made you want to stand up and walk away in the middle of class. He looked at you as if nobody was watching. You opened your mouth, about to say something but you couldnât. He then turned his head and broke the eye contact, leaving you there, gaping with your eyes widened. Thatâs when you realized, that there was one person who was driving you crazy. Richard Tozier.
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