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Imagine Living Like A King Someday

prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.

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SORRY THIS TOOK LITERALLY FIFTY THREE YEARS I JUST FINISHED STRANGER THINGS AND NEEDED TIME TO RECOVER BECAUSE SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ENDING oh and also college work bUT STRANGER THINGS

It feels like I’ve spent ages on this chapter. You have no idea (No Idea) how many lil paragraphs and scenes I’ve written and cut out and I just????? This feels really bitty for some reason idk I hope it’s still okay. I feel like it’s a bit of a ‘calm before the storm’ chapter but i hope u still like it!! it’s a Lot longer than usual hopefully that’ll make up for things <33

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warnings: mentions of blood, violence

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Twenty

Phil freezes, the hum of a conversation creeping into his earshot. He’d managed to stumble downstairs with a stack of dirty mugs from his room (he’d decided to give Dan a break from the washing up), but as soon as he’d heard voices coming from the kitchen door, he’d stopped, listening.

He recognises one of the voices – it’s definitely Noah; he can identify that laugh from about three miles away.

The problem is, he recognises the other one too.

“Don’t use that image!”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Look at her. She’s- like, what even is that position? Why’s her leg up there?”

“Why not?”

“She’s a stock model, not Simone Biles.”

“Stock models are known for being- like, weird, aren’t they?”

“Are you calling a multiple Olympic gold-medallist weird?”

“No, you twat. I’m saying the stock models are weird.”

“Whatever.”

“No- don’t put it there! How offputting is it gonna be; having some weird suited lady doing the splits in the corner of the screen?”

“Fine. We’ll use this one. Is that better?”

“She still looks a bit…”

“For god’s sake, this is clip art, not a fucking Vogue photoshoot.”

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Ellsworth Kelly
1951
Collage of brush and black ink on off-white wove paper, cut and laid down with brown gummed paper tape on wood pulp board
311 x 384 mm