#reddie boarding school

[que3rduckling]

Reddie week day 3: Meet-cutes

Ok so this is a boarding school au where Richie and Eddie are assigned to be roommates and maybe become a bit more than that at the end.

Also I tried to draw them handshaking but it und just looks like their holding hands so please let’s pretend it actually looks like their shaking hands 🙏

But other than that I really hope you like it :D

(And ALSO I was having a bit of dead poet society brainrot whilst drawing this)

@reddieweek

#eddie kaspbrak #reddie #richie tozier #it chapter 1 #it stephen king #reddie week #reddie week 2023 #it fanart #reddie fanart #fanart #traditional drawing #it 2017 #it 2019 #it chapter 2 #boarding school au #que3rduckling

[reddieweek]

Welcome to the fifth annual Reddie Week!

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Posting period: 04 June 2023 - 10 June 2023

This year we've decided to give Reddie Week a theme using a tried and true trope we all know and love. This year's theme is Alternate Universe!

Prompts:

04 June: Mythical Creatures: witches/wizards/warlocks, werewolves/werecreatures, vampires, dragons, etc.

05 June: Occupation Swap: tattoo artist, flower shop, mechanic, barista, doctor, musician, baker, etc.

06 June: Meet-Cutes: online, speed-dating, looking for a roommate, boarding school classmates, etc.

07 June: Soulmates: red string of fate, seeing in black and white until you meet them, feeling each other's emotions, etc.

08 June: Books/Games/Movies/TV: star wars, twilight, the uglies, percy jackson, bones, skyrim, zelda, etc.

09 June: (Post-)Apocalypse: natural disasters, solar flare, nuclear war, zombies, etc.

10 June: Canon Divergence: eddie in the deadlights, richie doesn't want to return to Derry so eddie has to come get him, eddie did the carving in the kissing bridge, pennywise was a figment of their imagination, etc.

Although there are suggested AUs for each day, any alternate universe work is acceptable! Just be clear about what type of AU it is in your tags or author's notes!

Additionally, this year we will be accepting works that are inspired by any past Reddie Week prompt. Please make it clear which prompt you are using. Here is a list of possible, related tags you might use for past and present prompts. Specific past prompts can be found in each year's sub-collection on AO3.

You can share your work by tagging it with #reddieweek or tagging @reddieweek in your post.

Any questions? Concerns? Ideas you want to share? Send this blog an ask or message the mods: @eddieeatsass and @frankchaudhary

#reddie #it 2017 #it 2019 #stephen king's it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddieweek #reddie week 2023

[spectralsleuth]

Favorite fics? Doesn't have to be rise or even turtle related

Oh man I got very excited for this ask. I have been in a lot of different fandoms for a very long time- but lets start with some of my all timers.

Now What I'm Going To Say May Sound Indelicate (Rated E)

A Reddie fic for It CH2, which I've probably reread about fifty times. It's unfinished, and probably never will be finished, but it's absolutely worth a read. The writing is incredible, and it's my singular favorite fic of all time. A lot of medical procedures and recovery, since (spoiler) someone gets impaled at the end of the movie and this is exploring how they might live through that.

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Blue Sky (Rated T (from what I remember))

PDF VERSION

I hope this link works- the first link is fanfiction dot net, which is hard to use after so many years, and the other is a pdf I found of someone who downloaded a version to share. This fic is from 2011, and is actually pretty famous. Based off of Portal 2, what happens when Wheatley gets a body? I've actually been meaning to reread it because I barely remember it at this point, but this fic came out about a year before I graduated high school and opened my eyes to the fact that fanfiction can be actual published novel quality.

Also friendly reminder that if you love a fic, download it. Not to repost obviously, but websites disappear and works get deleted for any number of reasons and you may in fact be helping an author out.

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Wow. This is fucking wild-

From Out the Ocean Risen (Rated T)

A Pacific Rim fic that started publishing in 2013- last time I reread this, YEARS AGO, the series was as of yet unfinished. It's a fantastic body-horror-esque story of the implications of aliens and hiveminds and what makes a monster. It's Newton Giezler-centric and FANTASTICALLY written-

and it JUST updated this month in 2023. I had no idea, but searching through my fic list made me notice. I thought, surely it's just an update to apologize for abandoning the fic- but no! It's an actual new chapter.

If you guys ever wanted to show support for a fic that's been abandoned, this one deserves it immensely. Show it some love, it's never too late to hop on board and enjoy a fic and you never know what someone will return to.

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Pirate King Laurence (Rated T)

'His Majesties Dragon' is a super good age of sail book series, sometimes called 'Temeraire', that's as if a Pride and Prejudice character was captain of a dragon crew. This is a little bit of an AU to that, and is one of my all time favorite Temeraire fic series.

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the run and go (Rated M)

Post Homestuck fic. 560k words. Still being updated- enough said, it's fantastic. This is probably the longest fic on my list. Involves a lot of unpacking about Dave and Bro and not just what it's like recovering from an abusive childhood, but reconciling with the person you love who abused you. Also everyone lives. Everyone.

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>Dave: survive three years on this rock (Rated T)

One more Homestuck fic for the road- there was a period of time where the Homestuck tag was nothing BUT meteor fic. If you were in the fandom, iykyk. This one was probably the most in character Dave and great portrayal of what it would be like actually living within a universe made up of date game mechanics.

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The Other Hawke (Rated E)

If anyone's gone through the rest of my fic besides TMNT stuff, they've seen my SECOND largest fandom I've written for, which was Dragon Age. More specifically, I fixated on most peoples least favorite character on the whole series- Carver Hawke. Hahaha. I just really fixate on the oddest characters, huh?

This is a fic about what his life outside of his brother is like, and giving him a lot of depth that you don't get in the video game series. Also he is getting dicked down by Fenris, which is a fantastic pairing I didn't know I needed. It's hilarious, and romantic, and very tense.

Man. I gotta reread a lot of these. Thanks so much for the ask! Sorry if it got a little out of hand haha.

#fic rec #dragon age #temeraire #homestuck #fanfiction #pacific rim #it: chapter two #portal 2 #ask #anon ask

[sunshinereddie]

The Losers all made friendship bracelets one day but Reddie added a red string to theirs.

(They may have forgotten but all of them kept them on their person without understanding WHY)

OMG?????? YES??????? THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!! im imagining all the losers as teens, it's a nice day in the summer before they graduate high school, sitting around in a circle making their friendship bracelets with strings and beads, they're all making their own until someone suggests that they also all make matching ones! ofc they're all on board, so they all get to work making bracelets with the same colours of strings and the same pattern of beads

but as richie and eddie are making theirs, richie steals eddie's bracelet for a moment. before eddie can even ask what he's doing, richie quickly ties a small, red string to the bracelet with a red bead attached to the end, so it's dangling from the bracelet. eddie looks at it as richie gives it back, and when he asks what that's for, richie holds up his own bracelet, showing the exact same red string and bead on his.

eddie understands immediately. he'd heard the tale about the red string of fate before, and richie liked to believe in that sort of stuff. when they had first started dating a few months back eddie remembered richie mentioning that their "strings had finally brought them together" (eddie would never admit it out loud, but he thought it was sweet).

at the end of their bracelet-making session, all of the losers' arms were filled with multicoloured bands of string and beads. throughout the years, most of those would fall off, get tossed away, forgotten about- except for one in particular. it was a bracelet stringed with a random assortment of coloured beads (none of them would remember, but it was a pattern made from each of the losers' favourite colours). for some reason, even years after they all left derry, the losers never seemed to be able to cut off and part with that bracelet.

especially richie and eddie. they both had the vague memory of the bracelet being attached to a memory from their youth, but they often found themselves looking down at their wrist, at the single red string with one bead on it, knowing that there was something important about that string but they just... didn't know what.

but when they step back into derry, and richie and eddie first meet each other's eyes from across the restaurant, the same thought blasts through their mind- the strings finally brought us together again.

#i was gonna add something very sad to the end of this #but i decided against it #........... #if someone wants me to share my sad idea i'll do it #but i didn't want to ruin this lovely anon's ask with my angst SJHEBFSKJEBDHA #maybe a separate post.... #the losers club #the losers club hc #the losers club headcanons #reddie #reddie au #reddie hc #it #it au #it hc #sunshinereddie asks

[best-preschool1]

Academic Pioneers: Leading Schools in the Vicinity of Begumpet, Hyderabad

In the lively city of Hyderabad, education stands as the cornerstone of success, shaping the future of its citizens. For parents residing in the vicinity of Begumpet, the quest for quality education for their children is paramount. This blog explores the top-rated schools in the area, highlighting their contributions to the educational landscape of Hyderabad. Additionally, it discusses the role of platforms like Edustoke in aiding parents in their school selection process.

Overview of Begumpet:

Begumpet, located in the heart of Hyderabad, is a prestigious and well-connected locality known for its blend of residential, commercial, and educational establishments. It is home to several key landmarks, including the Begumpet Airport, Hyderabad Marriott Hotel, and Begumpet Railway Station. With its strategic location and modern amenities, Begumpet attracts residents seeking a convenient and cosmopolitan lifestyle.

Leading Schools in the Vicinity:

In the vicinity of Begumpet, Hyderabad lies a cluster of leading schools renowned for their academic excellence, holistic approach to education, and state-of-the-art facilities. Here are some of the prominent institutions shaping the educational landscape:

DDMS P. Obul Reddy Public School: Known for its commitment to academic excellence and holistic development, DDMS P. Obul Reddy Public School offers a comprehensive curriculum and a nurturing environment for students to thrive.

Meridian School: With a focus on fostering creativity, critical thinking, and leadership skills, Meridian School empowers students to excel academically and socially.

The Hyderabad Public School (HPS): As one of the oldest and most prestigious institutions in Hyderabad, HPS has a legacy of academic excellence, producing leaders in various fields.

BSD DAV Public School: BSD DAV Public School is known for its innovative teaching methods, comprehensive curriculum, and emphasis on extracurricular activities.

Chinmaya Vidyalaya: Inspired by the teachings of Swami Chinmayananda, Chinmaya Vidyalaya offers a holistic education that nurtures the body, mind, and spirit of students.

EuroSchool Hyderabad: With a focus on experiential learning and holistic development, EuroSchool Hyderabad prepares students for success in the modern world.

Oxford Grammar School: Committed to academic excellence and character development, Oxford Grammar School instills values of integrity, discipline, and compassion in its students.

St. Andrew's School: St. Andrew's School provides a nurturing environment where students are encouraged to explore their interests and talents, fostering a love for learning.

Don Bosco High School: Don Bosco High School is known for its strong academic programs, supportive faculty, and vibrant extracurricular activities.

The Creek Planet School (Neptune Campus): With a focus on holistic development and 21st-century skills, The Creek Planet School offers a dynamic learning environment that prepares students for future challenges.

These leading schools in the vicinity of Begumpet, Hyderabad, are committed to providing quality education and preparing students to become responsible global citizens and leaders in their respective fields.

Academic Excellence and Achievements:

The leading schools in the vicinity of Begumpet have consistently achieved academic excellence and garnered accolades in various fields. Their students have excelled in board examinations, competitive exams, and extracurricular activities, showcasing their talents on both national and international platforms. Notable alumni have gone on to pursue successful careers in diverse fields, further enhancing the reputation of these schools.

Role of Edustoke:

Platforms like Edustoke play a crucial role in aiding parents in their best school in Begumpet selection process. Edustoke provides comprehensive information about schools in Begumpet, including details about infrastructure, faculty, curriculum, and extracurricular activities. Parents can read reviews, compare schools, and make informed decisions based on their preferences and requirements. By leveraging the resources provided by Edustoke, parents can find the best-fit school for their children, ensuring their academic success and overall development.

Summary

The leading schools in the vicinity of Begumpet, Hyderabad, are instrumental in shaping the educational landscape of the city. With their commitment to academic excellence, holistic development, and innovation, these institutions are preparing students to thrive in a dynamic and competitive world. Parents are encouraged to explore the educational offerings in Begumpet and leverage platforms like Edustoke to make informed decisions about their children's education. By investing in quality education, parents lay the foundation for their children's future success and fulfillment.

#BegumpetSchools #HyderabadEducation #AcademicExcellence #LeadingSchools #HolisticDevelopment #FutureLeaders #QualityEducation #BegumpetEducation #HyderabadSchools #EducationalExcellence

[liv45no]

One of my (many) Reddie headcanons is that Eddie first noticed his sight getting blurry in Highschool in the middle of class. It suddenly gets harder and harder to see the board clearly, so he goes to the ophthalmologist and gets a recipe for glasses. Richie, in most of his classes during that time, offers Eddie his glasses whenever he needed them until Eddie’s own glasses would be ready. He accepts the offer, causing him to spent a little more time with Richie so he can see stuff. And he likes it and he suddenly remembers that Richie and him once were friends. Really good friends.

So when he gets his own glasses, Eddie pretends that they’re not ready yet so he can continue using the borrowing-glasses-excuse to talk to Richie more in school.

#itmovie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it headcanons #reddie #my text #liv rambles

[ddproductionsw77]

Four Kisses

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): Stenbrough, Billverly (it happens but, like, just trust me on this guys, okay?), Hints of Reddie and hints of Benverly 

Characters: Stan Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Richie Tozier

Rating: T

Description: A story of four different kisses between four different people that ends with two boys being a little scared and a lot in love (Aged-Up to High School)

Author’s Note: This is the REVISED version, (hopefully) typo free and pretty! The poetry quotes come from Edgar Allen Poe’s poem “Romance.” and the lyrics are from the song “Come On, Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners.

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The First Kiss (That started it all…)

It had begun, like so many things, in the summer of ’89. 

Bill and Stanley had always been best friends.

Bill understood him better than most, listening to him and reasoning with him when he had to. There were times were Stan felt like a neon display board before Bill, like the other boy could read every thought in his frantic, nervous brain. There were times where they would look at each other and not have to utter a single word to know what the other was thinking. 

Stan cherished those times.

And Bill would just do things… things he really didn’t need to just because he wanted to. Over time, Stan had come to understand it was just a fundamental part of Bill Denbrough that he would do anything for a fellow Loser. Still, he found himself a little awestruck by it from time to time.

It was in the summer of ’89, though, that they met Beverly Anne Marsh.

Stan saw the way Bill watched her. 

He saw how the other boy’s jaw would slacken and his mouth would fall open a bit like Beverly was a masterpiece to behold. He saw the way the pair would inch toward each other, would brush the backs of their hands together, would blush and smile at each other like they had some little secret. And for a long time, Stan didn’t understand why Bill and Bev’s interactions lingered in his brain. He couldn’t explain the way his gut twisted when Bill would glance at him only to slip his gaze back to Bev. 

He didn’t really want to think about it too much. It felt... dangerous to dwell on.

Yeah, it started in the summer, just a week after Beverly had moved away from Derry and right before they’d start their last year of middle school. Bill was still moping around, as was Ben. Mike had to help his grandfather with the farm and Eddie had some appointment for an x-ray on his arm. So, Stan had wordlessly let Richie in when the bespectacled boy had shown up on his stoop, just like he had about a million times before.

Richie made his way noisily through the Uris household. Once he reached Stan’s bedroom, he threw himself down on the other boy’s neatly made bed. Stan remained standing, rigid in his posture by the door.

Richie sat up, groaning and resting a hand against his side, “Son of a bitch.”

Stanley rolled his eyes before wordlessly leaving the room. 

He returned a moment later with a glass of water and two capsules of pain reliever. Kicking Richie’s dirty converse with his gleaming shoes, Stan held both out, “Drink up, Trashmouth. It’ll help.”

Richie swallowed the pills after a roll of his eyes, before narrowing his gaze on Stan, “What?”

“What?”

“The fuck you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Oh, I don’t know because it’s not like you just got your ass handed to you by your own mother.” Stan snapped, sarcastically.

Richie’s face broke into an impish grin and he winked, “There he is, Stan the Man, everybody!”

Stan wasn’t a moron, he’d seen the way Richie looked at Eddie — a bit like how Bill looked at Bev. He inspected his orderly fingernails, all the exact same length and filed smooth. His heart pounded in his chest and he began uttering the names of birds under his breath.

Richie’s grin faltered a bit, familiar with the nervous tick, but he managed to keep it in place as he stood up and raised his hands playfully, “No need to have a meltdown over little ole me, Stanley. Breathe.”

“It’s not that,” Stan shook his head, turning away from Richie to begin pacing, “Robin — Sparrow — Crane — it’s something — Swallow — else.”

“O…kay,” Richie hummed, watching his friend wear down the carpet. “Spit it out, Stanny Boy. Can’t be that bad; I already know about you killing Jesus and all that.”

“Beep, beep,” Stan muttered darkly before sighing loudly, “Richie, what- I know you- Can you—“

“Jesus fuck, Stanley!”

“How did you know you liked boys?” Stan finally got out, feeling like he might vomit the moment he managed it. Richie stared at him with a bewildered expression on his face and Stan cleared his throat that felt like it was closing up on him and stopped dead, “I mean, wh-what does it feel like?”

“What does it feel like?” Richie echoed, stunned. “To be into dudes?”

Stan nodded, not meeting the other boy's eyes through his glasses. “That’s what I fucking asked, isn’t it?”

Just like that, the Trashmouth seemed to snap himself out of his shock, his expression curling into his signature smirk of amusement. He rolled his eyes and Stanley contemplated punching him in the throat. Before he could act on this, though, Richie opened his mouth.

“I’m pretty damn sure you know exactly what it’s like, Stan the Man. Or have I just been imagining all the eye fucking you’ve been doing to our poor, innocent Billy Boy?”

Stan was mortified, staring at Richie with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights. 

Holy fuck, was it that obvious?

Richie sighed at Stan’s horrified expression before taking a few slow steps toward the other boy. He raised his hands in mock surrender again and grinned, “Stan, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who notices. Nobody else really thinks about how a guy looks at another guy…”

“But, but I can’t like Bill,” Stan implored, “I don’t like him.”

Richie looked thoughtful for a moment, chewing his lip before suddenly grabbing Stanley. Before Stan could react, Richie kissed him. 

His first kiss…

It was short and quick, nothing like in the movies with fireworks and slow motion. Nothing like how Stan had thought it would be to kiss another boy then again it was Richie and not Bill. 

It was always Bill in his head…

When it was over a beat later, Stan began sputtering and Richie cut him off. “Stanley, just listen to me, okay?”

Stan mutely nodded. 

Richie sighed and shrugged before continuing, “Did you feel anything?”

Mouth pressed into a tight, white line and fist clenched, Stan shook his head.

“Me neither,” Richie supplied. “All I could think about was E— um, someone else, wishing I was kissing them. You?”

Stan nodded once again.

“Bill?”

Nod.

“Stanny, you got it bad.” Richie stepped away from him, making his way back toward Stan’s bed.

Stan gulped, “I know about Eddie.”

Richie froze, back still to Stan. A second later, his shoulders slumped and he looked back at his friend, “Yeah, well, I got it pretty bad, too.”

So, Stanley was gay.

And he really liked Bill Denbrough.

And he didn’t have a fucking chance.

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The Second Kiss (That complicated everything…)

Stanley managed to live with these inevitabilities throughout all eighth grade. 

It’d been pretty easy with Bill still be very much missing Beverly Marsh. He’d spend hours telling Stan, Richie, Eddie, Ben, and Mike about what they talked about on the phone when she did manage to call. Stan knew Bev wrote Bill, too, having caught sight of letters tucked into Bill’s notebooks with her handwriting sprawled across them. 

It was easy to remember Bill was a hopeless case when he had those constant reminders.

High school was different, though. 

Bill hardly ever brought Bev up anymore and when someone — usually Ben — did, he’d just smile and say he missed her before moving along. No more long sighs or forlorn, lovesick looks. Anyone could sense a difference in the dynamic especially Stan, who knew Bill best.

Another change that came with Freshman year was that Stanley found getting his straight As was a bit more difficult. He abhorred English and art most of all because he wasn’t one for interpretation and that seemed to be all those subjects were. He liked the comfort of fact in numbers and equations, like in science and mathematics. 

Luckily, Bill had stepped up to help him once his classic literature grade fell to a C-. 

The boys would spend hours in the library or in one of their bedrooms, pouring over Shakespeare, Hawthorne, and Tolstoy. Bill loved Jules Verne, H.P. Lovecraft, and H.G. Wells, Stan discovered, and he’d read Frankenstein and Dracula three times each, annotating his own copies to hell. 

What Stan loved most of all, though, was when he was really stuck, Bill would read aloud to him. The other boy never once stuttered when uttering the words of long-dead authors and just like that the passage would make sense to Stan. It was good for both of them.

Their almost daily after-school meetings had become the best part of Stan’s routine. Being with Bill and having his full attention for a few hours, that would be enough to pacify him. He’d never have to confront all the swirling confusion in his head over his best friend if he could just keep having those few hours. 

The month before spring break, however, everything got fucked up.

It was dark in Bill’s bedroom, the only light coming from the dim lamp on his bedside table and the setting sun outside the windows. Stan laid back across the foot of his best friend’s bed, staring up at the ceiling without seeing it. His mind wandered as Bill sat up with his back to his headboard, reading aloud from a book of Edgar Allen Poe poetry.

“His pleasures always turn’d to pain—

His naivete to wild desire—

His wits to love—his wine to fire,”

Something had changed in Bill’s voice and he grew quiet. 

Stan turned his head to look at the other boy, eyebrows drawing together. 

His stomach dropped, finding Bill’s bright blue eyes focusing on him intensely as if he’d forgotten the book before him entirely. Electricity buzzed through Stan’s bloodstream and he slowly rose to a sitting position, eyes never leaving Bill’s as the other boy opened his mouth, continuing without even glancing at the words.

“And so, being young and dipt in folly,

I fell in love with melancholy…”

Stan’s eyes flickered to Bill’s lips as the other boy trailed off and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. The air seemed heavy with some raw emotion that Stan couldn’t name for the life of him. His heart pounded in his ears and he leaned forward as if a string was tugging him closer to Bill.

Stan wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Bill Denbrough more in that moment than he’d ever wanted anything in his whole life.

Like he was reading Stan’s mind once again, Bill pushed the book aside and moved forward until his face was inches from Stan’s. 

The curly haired boy took in the scent of him, wanting to commit it to memory so that he’d be able to take it out and revel in it later. Bill smelled how Stan imagined all writers must smell; like paper and ink, book and boy. Stanley fell into those piercing blue eyes with his own hooded irises, being pulled under the current of them without a fight.

When Bill spoke it was so quiet that even centimeters apart Stan barely heard him.

“I fell in love with melancholy.”

Then they were kissing. 

Stan gripped Bill’s baseball tee like it was the only thing keeping him from floating far, far away and Bill settled in closer, his fingers tracing the bones of Stan’s rib cage as he felt the rise and fall of the other boy’s lungs. 

They parted for a second, eyes fluttering open to stare at each other before Bill kissed him again. 

Soon, Bill gently pulled Stan on top of him, sprawling them back on the bed. Stan let himself fall onto his elbows and hovered over the other boy. Bill gripped his hips and pulled him down, closer. Without paying any mind to his actions, Stanley slotted his fingers into Bill’s hair and was reminded of the down feathers of birds. 

Bill smiled against his lips, moving his hands to his face and kissing him harder. A moment later, his best friend’s tongue was in his mouth and Stan felt lightheaded. Grape chapstick and spearmint toothpaste were what Bill Denbrough tasted like; Stan had always wondered.

Now he knew… Maybe he had died, or maybe he was dreaming because kissing Bill Denbrough could not be his reality. 

Stanley Uris was not that lucky.

Bill pulled at Stan’s shirt, untucking it and slipping his hands under the hem. As his cool fingers made contact with Stan’s pale skin, a shock went through the boy’s whole body and brought him crashing back to reality.

He was kissing a boy.

He was kissing Bill.

—and Bill had untucked his shirt! It would get wrinkled! He would go home and his mother would ask why his shirt was wrinkled and he’d have to tell her! She’d see it on his face! That he’d kissed a—

Stan jumped up, shoving Bill back, “No! Stop! I—No!”

He tried to correct his shirt but his hands were shaking too badly and his vision was blurring. 

Ohgodohgodohgod! 

FuckFuckFuck!

Stan’s head was spinning and he thought he might throw up —what a shame that would be; it’d make all the Bill taste go away. 

What the hell had just happened? What— what the fuck was he supposed to do? 

Bill was on his feet in seconds and striving toward him, “W-wait, Stan, p-p-please—!“

He reached out to gently rest a hand on Stanley’s arm, touching Stanley’s skin again. Yelping as if burned, Stan ran into Bill’s dresser and nearly fell to the ground trying to scramble away. 

Bill liked girls—Stan was gay.

Bill could never like him—Stan didn’t have a chance. 

Bill looked so hurt—Were those tears in his eyes?

It couldn’t be, this wasn’t happening.

“Stan, I’m s-s-sorry, okay? I juh-juh-juh—“ Bill seemed stuck on the word and Stan longed to stay put and wait patiently for him to get there eventually but he just couldn’t this time. Not when he would still feel Bill’s hands on his back and taste grapes and spearmint in his mouth.

“You shouldn’t have— You can’t— I can’t—“ Stan clawed up his bag from the ground and bit his cheek hard, looking back at Bill once more before he fled the bedroom. 

Stan hated himself after that, even more than usual. He went gone to school the next day and expected to be confronted, yelled at, or even punched. He wanted to feel Bill’s anger, like a penance for what he’d done. 

He was shit and he deserved to be treated like it.

But, of fucking course, Bill was who he was so none of that happened.

Instead, Bill had greeted him with all the other guys, a smile on his lips. If the smile didn’t reach his eyes, Stan didn’t let himself think about it and he most definitely didn’t comment on it. He didn’t comment either when Bill said he couldn’t tutor him after school that day, or the next, or the next.

Bill didn’t like him. Maybe Bill was curious or maybe he felt bad for Stan, maybe he’d found out how Stan felt. The kiss could have come from a million different things but Bill most definitely didn’t like him.

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The Third Kiss (That clarified it all…)

Beverly was coming back to Derry.

Bill couldn’t believe it, honestly. The Losers Club was conditioned to take hits as they came and rarely stumbled into fortune. Beverly coming back, though, that was a fucking miracle.

He’d missed her like crazy. He missed her spirited presence, her easy humor, the way she was always brushing hair off her face and smirking at him like he was the biggest fucking nerd she’d ever met but she still found it endearing. He missed her floral perfume and her mixed wardrobe of dresses, leggings, and overalls always paired with untied work boots that somehow never tripped her.

The first day of spring break, when she’d come strolling up the Denbough’s sidewalk, Bill had thought for a moment that no time had passed at all. Maybe it was still the summer of 1989. Maybe Bev had never left, maybe he’d had never kissed Stan, maybe Stan hadn’t shoved him away, maybe the ache in his chest wasn’t really there.

But, no, that wasn’t how the world worked. Bev coming home didn’t reset the clock.

Beverly ran and hugged Bill first, shrieking in joy as she ran into his waiting arms. 

Bill lifted her right off her feet and spun her through the air. Setting her down gently, Bill ignored the feeling of eyes on his back. He didn’t have to look to know it was Stanley watching them; he could feel it in his chest.

Bev was just as excited to see Ben, Richie, Eddie, Mike, and Stan as she had been Bill. Still, the stuttering boy noticed how Ben’s arms lingered around Bev’s waist when they embraced. When the pair finally parted, Bill also noticed the faintest of pinks spread across Beverly’s freckles

Bill thought he should probably feel jealous.

Fuck, how long had he been hung up on Beverly after she moved away? Months? A year? Now she was back and he was so happy to be around her again but not like he’d been back then. His palms didn’t sweat when she stood close anymore and his heart didn’t skip a beat when her blue eyes glanced his way.

No, Bill’s heart raced for someone else these days… not that it mattered.

Stan had hardly spoken to him seen they’d kissed. He didn’t come over anymore and never invited Bill over. Ben or Eddie helped him with his homework nowadays and something in Bill’s chest burned with anger every time he thought about that.

What right did Stanley have to be angry at him? So what? Bill had kissed him, so fucking what? He’d obviously misread everything between him and Stan; he’d thought something was there that obviously wasn’t but did that really deserve the cold shoulder? The total and complete write off?

Fuck Stanley Uris. 

Bill didn’t need him, could learn to not long for him, would force himself to move forward. He’d done it once already, after all, over his infatuation with Beverly and he’d do it again over Stan. 

Bill could figure this out.

He could.

Things took a turn for the stupid on Bev’s last night in town, however. 

Her aunt went a town over to visit a friend, giving her niece permission to stay with one of her friends. Of course, Beverly had asked Bill. The Denbrough house was like Losers Club headquarters; everyone stayed there.

And Bill had said yes because why wouldn’t he? His parents were even out of town for the weekend; he didn’t have to bother with asking their permission if it would be okay. 

That night, Beverly grinned at him, swirling her finger over the rim of one of his father’s whiskey glasses. 

“Thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, Billy?”

He snorted, resting a hand on her’s to still it, “N-no way, Bev. My Dad would notice, t-trust me.” 

Bev pouted, looking downcast at the wooden floors. Bill narrowed his eyes before sighing and taking back the hand on her’s to pinch the bridge of his nose. “B-but, I think I might have su-su-something up i-in my ruh-ruh-room.”

“Your stutter still gets worse when you’re nervous, like when we were kids,” Beverly grinned, “It’s still cute.” She leaned forward to whisper before grasping his hand and leading the way upstairs.

Bill had the good stuff, tequila, one of Beverly’s personal favorites. The bottle started full and within a few hours, it was nearly finished off. 

The pair sat on Bill’s floor, laughing at something that sober Bill and Bev would have known was not that funny but drunk Bill and Bev thought was fucking hilarious. The radio played loudly through the room so that both of them had to raise their voices to be heard by the other.

“So,” Bev started with a giggle after taking an impressive gulp of liquor, “You and Stan…?”

Bill’s grin fell and he suddenly felt the boards of his bed dig into his back as he sprawled his legs out in front of him, “No. Definitely nothing happening there.”

His stutter always faded away when he was drunk enough, he loved it.

Her eyebrows drew together, “Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” Bill reaffirmed, taking the bottle back for another swig, “He—He’s not—It’s not bullshit. Nothing is going on.”

Beverly fell back, growing quiet with a look of confusion. 

The tell-tale strings of ‘Come On, Eileen’ began playing and Bev gasped, jumping to her feet so quickly it was actually quite impressive to behold.

“Oh fuck, I love this song!” She cried, beginning to dance about. Bill watched with an amused curl of his lip, his back to his bed, still on the floor. A second later, Beverly was grabbing at him and dragging him to his feet. “Dance with me!”

Bill set the tequila aside and allowed her to pull him up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, coaxing him into a reluctant sway. He laughed at the ridiculousness of it all before resting his hands on her waist. Within seconds, the pair was dancing dizzily around Bill’s bedroom, stepping on each other’s feet and nearly tripping over his rug.

Spinning Beverly, Bill pulled her back into his chest and grinned down at her face, just inches from his own. 

These people round here

Wear beaten-down eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces

They're so resigned to what their fate is

But not us (no, never)

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” Beverly mumbled, growing somber as her big blue eyes looked into Bill’s. 

His heart sunk and he swallowed, “But you’re moving back in the summer. You’ll be back before you know it.”

“I don’t want to wait till summer. I miss you,” She said with a sigh, “I miss all of you.”

“We miss you, too,” He admitted, “Saying goodbye is gunna suck.”

Beverly nodded, glancing back with a slight blush before she looked up with a playful smiling, “Remember saying goodbye last time?”

Bill mind flashed to a summertime breeze, the scent of blood in the air, and Beverly’s lips on his. He’d been so swept up in her back then. Her heart, her mind, her everything was just so beautiful… still was.

“Yeah, I remember.”

Beverly slipped her hands from around his neck to his face, cradling his jaw and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. With a little huff of resignation, she leaned in, pulled him in, and kissed him hard. 

Suddenly, Bill felt thirteen again, trying to tell his first crush everything he felt for her in one last goodbye kiss. He wrapped his arms around Beverly, pushing himself flush against her and deepening the searing, tequila flavored kiss.

No, not us (no, never)

We are far too young and clever (remember)

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye

And you'll hum this tune forever

With a moan, Beverly pushed her tongue into his mouth and he greedily accepted the invitation. Something in the back of his mind screamed out in protest, reminding him of ironed shirts, pristine Adias, and curly brown hair, but he was too drunk on liquor, Beverly, and music to care. A sober Bill would have known how stupid this was.

Walking the girl backward, Bill picked her up when they reach his bed and sat her down on the mattress. Quickly tossing his shirt aside, he slotted himself between her legs and ducked his head to kiss down her neck from the ear to the base. Beverly gripped his hair and moaned when he pressed his lips to a certain spot.

“Bill—“ She breathed out, pulling at his hair until he was forced to pull away and meet her gaze. “Are you sure? Nothing has to happen. I’m gone tomorrow.”

“That’s the p-p-point, Bev,” Bill muttered, kissing her again and laying her back on his bed to hover over her, “We’re j-j-just suh-saying goodbye.”

She traced a thumb over his lower lip, “Even drunk, you stutter when you’re nervous,” Bev echoed herself from earlier before nodding, “Okay, Billy, tell me goodbye.”

So, he did.

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear what he means

Aah, come on let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)

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The Fourth Kiss (The one that finally brought them together.)

“Get the fuck up and put some goddamn clothes on!” Someone yelled, shaking Bill awake.

He startled up and looked blearily on. He found he had a splitting headache and was indeed clothe-less; Richie Tozier of all people was standing in his room, too. 

He squinted away from the sun and groaned, “Wh-what time is it?”

“Time for you to fucking explain some shit,” Richie snapped, throwing boxers and a t-shirt at his friend harder than necessary. “So put your dick away, please.”

After tugging the clothes on, Bill’s brain began to whirl at a sickening pace and he glanced around the bedroom once again. 

“Looking for Bevvie?” Richie asked, quirking an eyebrow. “She already left. A fucking hour ago. That was why I was here, why all the Losers were here; to tell her goodbye until the summer.” Richie explained, sounding more and more angry with each word. “When fucking Stanley asked where the fuck you were, you know what Bevvie said?”

Bill looked away, ears flushing. He could guess…

“She said you two had already said your goodbyes… So, I thought, what the fuck does that mean? And then she got all weird and blush-y and wouldn’t look any of us in the goddamn eye. You know what I thought then, Billy Boy?”

Bill cringed, both at what he knew was next and at Richie’s rising voice.

“I thought, holy shit… Bill fucked Bev.”

“Sh-sh-shut up, Richie!” Bill snapped, looking back up at his friend to glare, “It wasn’t like that.”

“Wasn't like what, Bill? Hmm? You didn’t have sex with Beverly, then?” Richie accused.

Bill fell silent, his whole face now bright red. Richie snorted.

Anger now igniting in his chest as well, “Wh-what’s it to you anyway, Tozier? Wh-what happened has f-fuck all to do with you!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Richie looked at him incredulously, “No way you don’t see how fucked up what you did is. Normally, you’re a fucking moral compress, Denbrough, you know you screwed up!”

“Wh-what?” Bill asked, genuinely confused, “With Bev? It was just a goodbye, Richie! She k-knows that! It’s not like s-she’s in love with me!”

“BUT STAN IS!” Richie yelled at the top of his lung, slamming a fist down on Bill’s desk. His glasses were knocked askew.

Bill stood stock still, forgetting to breathe for a second. All the emotions, feelings, thoughts he’d been trying to repress ever since Stan’s rejection came crashing into him like a tidal wave. Shakily, his knees gave out. 

Falling back onto his mattress, Bill swallowed hard and shook his head, “B-beep beep, Trashmouth. Y-you have no idea wh-what you’re t-talking about.”

“No, no, you don’t get to fucking ‘beep’ me right now, Billiam!” Richie snapped, putting a finger up. “I know exactly what I’m talking about! I’m talking about how Stanley told me he had feelings for you almost two fucking years ago! I’m talking about how you, not Stan, started up all the flirting and the alone time with him this year! I’m fucking talking about how much a total dick you have got to be to string Stan along, only to fuck Beverly!”

“I-I-I was-n’t st-stringing him alo-along!” Bill felt like he had no oxygen, making him gasp with each involuntary stutter. It was so fucking infuriating and made him itch to punch something. 

A numbness slowly venturing up from his fingertips to spread across his body. He choked as he tried again to speak, “H-he— He—“

“Shit, this’ll kill him,” Richie grabbed a fist of his own curls and tugged with a groan, “Fuck you, Bill. Fuck you.”

With that Richie left him alone in his bedroom. 

Even after the weekend ended and he’d had so much time to think, Bill had no clue what to do. 

Stan couldn’t have feelings for him, no matter what bullshit Richie said. Bill had given Stan every hint and clue in the book — hell, he’d read him fucking poetry and kissed him — and all he’d gotten was ignorance and rejection. 

If Stan cared about him like he cared about him, why would he push him away at every turn?

But if Stan, somehow, someway, did feel the same as Bill… How the hell would he ever be able to tell him what he’d done?

Days later and sober, Bill could admit that having sex with Beverly hadn’t just been about saying goodbye to a friend and it wasn’t just about losing his virginity and it wasn’t just about being drunk. A part of him, a part he hated with a passion, had wanted…revenge.

He’d wanted to make Stan feel as shitty as he had watching the other boy tear away from him and get as far from him as possible. Having sex with Beverly, in some part, had been about getting back at Stan. It’d been out of spite.

Richie was right, Bill was a total dick. Fuck him.

Still, Bill didn’t completely regret it. He and Beverly had needed that closure, that certainty that nothing could ever happen between them anymore. They were meant for other people.

As he slowly walked to his locker, his locker just two down from Stan’s, he kept his eyes on his grey high-tops as they scuffed across the linoleum. His heart hammered in his chest and he had to make a conscious effort to not crush the paper in his hand. 

Chancing a glance up, Bill came to a sudden halt that resulted in a body slamming into his shoulder from behind and nearly sent him sprawling. He barely noticed.

Stan was at his own locker with the door open, fiddling around with his textbooks until they were neatly ordered from tallest to shortest in size. Wearing a light blue polo and khaki slacks, Bill’s chest twisted at how the mere sight of the other boy could send him reeling. 

Did Stan really have feelings for him, too? How would Bill ever tell him?

Taking a shaky breath, closing his eyes and counting to ten, Bill forced himself forward. Stan looked over as if he could feel Bill’s approaching presence. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he glanced back away, hands jumping back to rearrange his already perfect books. 

Why does he have to be so damn cute?

Moving until he was only a few feet away, Bill cleared his throat, “I n-n-need t-t-to talk to yuh-you.”

“Yes!” Stan squawked, turning scarlet at the ears, “I mean, okay, sure… When?”

“Study h-hall?” 

Stan nodded, expecting Bill to leave at that point. Only, he didn’t. He shifted from foot-to-foot before holding out his hand silently. There in his palm sat a piece of paper folded into the shape of a bird. 

Stan stared at it for a long moment before glancing up into Bill’s eyes, “What’s that?”

Bill rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s an or-origami bird.”

“Oh,” Stan mumbled, cheeks flushing as he smiled just a little. Nodding, he carefully took the paper bird. Bill watched as Stan tucked the little thing into his locker, atop his history book. He turned back to Bill, “Thank you for...” He pointed.

Bill nodded, feeling even worse now about telling Stanley the truth. He sighed and started to walk backward, “I’ll suh-see you in study h-hall.”

Stan nodded, closing his locker and heading in the opposite direction. As he walked to class, his mind lingered on the little paper bird taking up residence on his history book. It was the first time Bill had asked to speak to him alone since... the incident. For a split second, Stan let himself hope that was significant and then immediately scolded himself.

He hated himself for hoping.

Study hall was both Bill and Stan’s second period and came more quickly than either of them was prepared for. Before things had gotten so messy and complicated between them, they had met almost every day in the Derry High Library, at the very same table in the far back corner where the librarian rarely bothered to check. 

It was kind of Loser claimed, like the table in the cafeteria by the window where they all ate lunch together. By some miracle, all six boys had the same lunch period. Ben, Mike, and Stan always packed their lunches and Bill and Richie always waited through the line while everyone pretended not to notice how Eddie trailed alongside Richie despite packing his own lunch as well.

The table in the far back corner in the library was a bit like that. Their territory, neutral ground to any Loser... or two Losers who weren’t quite sure how to act around each other anymore.

Stan was waiting for Bill, straightening the pages of his notebook with an intense expression. So neat and orderly, Bill admired that about Stan since he just barely managed to keep his clutter organized enough for himself.

“H-hey,” He greeted, dropping his bag on to the table and slumping into the chair beside Stan.

“Hello,” Stan finally looked up from his notebook, still nervously fiddling with his nails. Meeting Bill’s eyes for a beat, he quickly went about inspecting his hands, “You wanted to talk?”

Bill nodded, trying to think of the right way to lay everything out. 

He didn’t want Stan to run away again, didn’t think he could bear it again, but he was also so tired of keeping everything locked up in his head. He needed a release and to ease the weight on his chest before he exploded.

Half-panicked, he blurted out, “I had s-s-sex with Beverly.”

Stan’s fiddling fingers froze and his head shot up to look at Bill, mouth agape. He blinked and swallowed before slowly breathing out, “Oh,” Forcing in a lungful of air, Stan cleared his throat, “Congratulations, I guess?”

That was what one guy said to another when they scored, right? That was what Bill wanted him to say, right? Because they were friends and normal guys who aren’t in like — or maybe something more — with their best friends would be happy that their buddy had ‘gotten laid’. 

Be normal, Stan. Just be normal. Ignore how much you want to throw up or cry or scream and just be fucking normal. He silently chanted, biting the inside of his cheek hard.

Bill sighed and dropped his head into his hand before looking back up at Stanley with a long sigh, “No, not c-con-congratulations! F-f-fuck, I juh-just—“

The boy was obviously flustered and nervous, with how much he was noticeably struggling with his stutter. Stan watched Bill rake a hand through his hair, hair he’d once touched too, with an air of confused. Well, what the fuck did Bill want from him, then? Why the fuck was he even telling him this?

“I m-m-messed up.” 

The curly haired boy’s eyebrows drew together, “How? You like Beverly, so—“

“I don’t.” Bill cut off, his voice determined and sure. “Nuh-not like that, at least. The sex made that p-p-pretty clear. I m-messed up because I was with her wh-when I really like someone else.”

“Someone else?” Stan echoed, the pain in his chest growing sharper with each word. First, he’d had to hear about Bill fucking Beverly and now he was going to have to hear about some new girl that Bill liked even more? He didn’t want to listen, didn’t want to hear it... But he was Bill’s friend.

“I like you,” Bill admitted, his voice keeping that sure tone as he stared into Stan’s eyes. 

The boy’s breath caught in his throat and he began jerkily shaking his head, “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!”

“You like girls, Bill. You like Bev and you think Heather Listing is hot and you don’t like me!” Stan snapped, standing up from his chair. “It’s not funny, it’s not a joke, so just stop!”

Bill stood with him, “No! You don’t know how I f-f-feel! I’m not kidding! B-being with Beverly only m-made me realize once and for all th-that the only person I really want to be with is you, Stan! I k-know you p-probably don’t feel the same and th-that’s—“

That’s whatever, he’d been planning to say. It wasn’t whatever but he wouldn’t burden Stan with feelings he didn’t return. That had been his plan, at least.

But he couldn’t even finish the sentence, hands grasping his face and lips slamming against his. 

Stanley Uris, the most controlled person Bill Denbrough had ever met, was kissing him like his life depended on it in the Derry High Library on what could only be impulse. Bill didn’t care, though, moving closer and gripping the fabric of Stan’s polo in his fists. The weight in his chest lifted and for a moment, being with Stan like he’d always wanted to be, Bill felt more at ease than he’d been in weeks.

Stan was calming, his presence always comforting to Bill like a steady support to fall back on. A best friend but more…

When they pulled apart, Bill waited a few seconds to open his eyes, afraid that once he looked at Stan all he’d see was that same panic from his bedroom. Lids fluttering open, he found only a look of pure anxiety.

“I do feel the same way,” Stan admitted quietly, his breath ghosting over Bill’s face as they were still so close. “I’m just...” He trailed off, looking to the side shamefully.

“S-scared?” Bill supplied.

Stan nodded, flickering his gaze back to Bill’s.

“That’s okay,” The other boy shrugged, “I am, too. We’ll juh-just take it slow.”

“Take our time,” Stan agreed, nodding. “I like that.”

“M-me too. I’ll take all the t-time for you,” Bill reached out, slipping his hand into Stan’s and squeezing.

Stan actually smiled a little, squeezing back before bashfully muttering, “I really like you, Bill Denbrough.”

“I really like you, too, Stan Uris.” Bill replied easily without a single stumble.

#stenbrough #the losers of ‘89 were here #losers club #the losers club #stanley uris #bill denbrough #revised

[thompsborn]

find the word tag!

thank you for the tag @sarah-sandwich !!

these are from all over the place. like, half finished one shots i haven’t touched in forever, projects i’ve been slowly and silently working on for months—all across the board. titles will be provided but might not be all that helpful.

leave, found, hurt, light, cup, bleak

leave

from an au that i actually originally wrote as a reddie fic back in like 2018 and recently rediscovered on my laptop and fell in love with all over again and decided to rewrite - this is a rough draft, not touched up at all. the idea behind the fic is completely different from canon, where harley and peter knew each other in high school and weren't friends at all but were like study partners basically because their academic weaknesses were the other persons strengths and they really needed to get scholarships for their own personal reasons that they never shared with one another and etc etc and eight years after graduating they run into each other at a party and shit Happens. that's all i'll say about that for now, but the original fic was called hot chocolate when i wrote it for reddie, so it might stay called that now!

oh, actually another thing about this fic: it’s a christmas themed fic! my hope is to have the rewrite finished by december to post it all then!

After graduation, Harley would occasionally wonder where Peter went, if he was successful, if he was doing well, but he never thought about it too long. There was no point in pondering over it, he always told himself. Now, however, as they maintain a somewhat awkward gaze and struggle to come up with something to say, he can’t help but think he had been wrong, because Peter looks like he’s aged more than ten years. He looks good, sure, but there’s an exhaustion in his features, bags beneath his eyes, small things that give the impression of mid-thirties rather than late twenties. Harley likes to think he isn’t a super nosy person, but he can’t help but be curious as to what could have transpired in the past eight years that could lead to him looking more tired than he should. Then again, Harley can remember looking about a hundred times worse a mere three and a half years ago, so he supposes he shouldn’t be too quick to assume. It’s not really his place to know, anyway, curiosity be damned.

Clearing his throat, Harley withdraws a hand from his pocket and gestures vaguely towards the other side of the room, saying, “I was just trying to find a way outside, if you… I mean, it’s really cool seeing you, and if you want to catch up or something then I’m so down, but I kind of hate parties like this and need to get some air, so…”

“Catching up would be really cool,” Peter agrees with a nod, glancing down at his now empty cup with the slightest of frowns, though he doesn’t actually seem very bothered by it. He looks back up at Harley, scans over the room briefly, then looks at Harley again to tell him, “But I actually need to find someone, so I can’t go outside to catch up right now. Later, maybe? We can swap numbers.”

“That sounds good to me, yeah,” Harley responds, already digging his phone out of his back pockets and quickly unlocking it, bringing up his contacts while Peter does the same. Trading devices, Harley quickly puts in his number, and he briefly considers saving himself under something a little funny or stupid, like he maybe would have before, like he's pretty sure he did when they were in high school, but he opts against it and simply types in Harley Keener before saving the contact and giving Peter his phone back. Peter also hands back Harley’s phone with a slight smile, and Harley gnaws on the inside of his cheek, feeling oddly out of place and unsure of what to do. “So, I can text you after I leave, if that’s okay?”

Peter nods again, glancing to the side, looking as though he’s searching for a specific person. He did say he had to find someone, so Harley isn’t too surprised by that. “Yeah,” he answers quickly. “Yeah, just text me whenever and we can arrange something.” Gaze flickering back to Harley, he widens his smile slightly, lifts a hand in some kind of wave, and adds, “I’ll talk to you then, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Harley agrees dumbly, and he stays rooted to the spot for a moment longer, watching as Peter spins around and pushes through the people surrounding them, disappearing into the crowd. He thinks it’s a little bit stupid, but seeing someone he hasn’t spoken to since high school makes him feel a little bit giddy, a little bit childish, and he still regrets agreeing to come to this party, but he can’t help but muse that at least something good came out of it as he shoulders past meandering people and makes his way to the exit.

found

from the infamous revolution fic that i swear to god i'm going to have finished one day! one day! i swear! it's going to be done eventually!

And then Tony is walking over to them, comes to a stop a few feet away and smiles crookedly, looks to Miles and tilts his head and asks him, “You’re a fan of Iron Man, I’m guessing?”

“I—I, uh—” Miles stammers, stumbles over his words and goes from grabbing at Peter’s shoulder to holding his hand, clutching onto him like a little kid who needs to reminder that they aren’t alone, and only when Peter gently nudges him with his elbow does Miles clear his throat and properly reply with a curt nod and a nervous, “Um, y—yes, sir, I—I am. You saved—New York. All of us.”

“Yeah, that’s a thing that I did,” Tony says, nodding. “Definitely don’t regret it, but I wouldn’t recommend it, either. Aliens, all over the place, and—nightmares. Not a fun time, kid.” He waves a hand through the air, the action almost dismissive, and changes the subject by asking, “So, who are you all? Names? Identities? Fun party tricks that I should know about?”

Peter finds his nose crinkling a bit, not intentional but just as prominent. “Are you seriously asking a nine year old girl about party tricks?”

Tony’s eyes flicker to Peter, then to Lunella, who is looking at Tony with wide eyes while she leans against Peter, and then looks at Peter again, clearly amused. “No,” he says. “I’m asking for names. You know, the thing that people call you, usually given to you at birth? Ringing any bells yet?”

“Uh.” Miles looks back at Peter, glances over to his parents—in that order—and then looks back to Tony. “I’m, um—I’m Miles, sir. Miles Morales. This is Lunella Lafayette, and—”

“Peter Parker,” Peter cuts in.

Tony squints at him, looking contemplative for a moment too long, making Peter shift uncomfortably in his seat, feeling as Miles nervously tightens his hold on his hand and May settles her own hand on his shoulder. Then, suddenly, Tony snaps his fingers together, points at Peter and exclaims, “The spider guy! That was you, right? With the—the, pajama’s or whatever, and the webs? Located in Queens?”

Peter blinks once, eyes going a bit wide. “I—I, uh—”

“It was definitely you,” Tony says, looking a bit smug as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I was in the middle of trying to recruit the guy when the government started working on those anti-enhanced bills and shit. I had it narrowed down to five potential people before I had to drop it, and you were number one on that list. I’m right, aren’t I? You were the spider guy?”

At the time, when Peter gained his abilities and decided to use them to help others—after Ben and realizing that he could have used them then—Peter had been determined to keep his identity away from it. After all, he knew May wouldn’t approve of her nephew swinging around the streets every night, and he knew that, if people knew he was enhanced, if they knew who he was, they could track him down, could find May, could hurt her, hurt his friends, just to get to him. He had only been able to be Spider-Man for a few months before the laws were put in place and he was taken to the containment facility, but during those months, that was rule number one—no one could know who he was. It just wasn’t an option.

However, things are different now. It’s no secret that he’s enhanced—everyone knows, all the people he went to school with, anyone who watched as he was dragged from his apartment and whisked away. May knows, everyone in this room knows, and there’s just no point in hiding it now, is there?

“Yeah,” Peter finally answers, after a long, tense sort of moment, clearing his throat and looking away. “That was—I was Spider-Man. That was me. I was… before I got taken, I mean, I was—yeah. Yeah.”

May squeezes his shoulder lightly, and he can’t tell if it’s a simple, comforting gesture, or a comforting gesture with the underlying message of we’ll talk about that later. Tony’s smug smile drops, a little bit, as if reminded that these aren’t just kids, but kids that had been rescued from a government containment facility four days prior. “Well,” he says, not as uplifted in his tone but not exactly heavy in his words, either. “I have some questions about the spider guy. Who manufactured your webs, kid?”

Peter looks back at Tony with a small frown. “I did.”

Tony’s brows shoot up, looking impressed. “Seriously? How old are you?”

“Seventeen,” Peter answers. “But I made the formula for those webs a couple weeks before my fifteenth birthday.” He shrugs. “Wasn’t really all that hard, honestly. Just some pretty basic chemistry.”

It looks like Tony is somewhat stunned by that response, looking over his shoulder, towards where Bruce is making some kind of tense small talk with an overly excited looking Teddy, before turning back to Peter with lips slightly pursed in thought. “Alright,” he says, nodding once, seemingly to himself. “I’m gonna want to nitpick that brain of yours at some point, Parker, but lab time is gonna have to wait. We’re in the middle of a movement, after all, but after all of this is over, I wanna see how smart you are. If—” he looks to May, brows raised, “—that’s alright with your mother, of course.”

“I’m his Aunt,” May corrects. She says it with a finality that makes it clear that there is no mother, that Tony will have to gain her permission, not that of a parent. Tony sets his jaw and nods his understanding.

Instead of offering a response to that—though, two years ago, he would have been jumping for joy at the thought of being around Tony Stark, let alone having lab time with him—Peter just frowns, turns away and wonders why the idea of it isn’t exciting to him like it should be. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t feel all that smart anymore—if he was, he would have found a way to escape the facility, after all. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t thought of Spider-Man or making those webs or anything like that in about a year and a half, when he had first thought to himself that they may never see the outside world again.

Maybe he stopped believing in heroes to be excited about.

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from a prompt fill i have been slowly writing for like almost a year? i love team red and also mattdad <3

One night, he meets the Devil.

“This isn’t your neighborhood, kid,” he says, sitting heavily next to Peter on a rooftop overlooking a park, the sky pitch black but the city alight with street lamps and headlights from passing cars. “Thought you were all about sticking to Queens and Midtown.”

“New York is New York,” Peter says.

Daredevil huffs a laugh. “I guess that’s fair.”

Peter swings his feet over the ledge of the building. This is one of the harder nights, where being gone feels a lot like being not alive. “We’ve never met,” he says, because talking gives him something to do, and it’s so rare for him to have someone to talk to nowadays.

“No,” Daredevil agrees. “No, we haven’t. Because you’re usually in Queens and Midtown. And I’m usually here.”

“But now I’m here too,” Peter says. “So now we’re meeting. It’s nice to meet you.”

Daredevil waves a hand. “People seem to assume we’ve already met, with the red suits and all,” he states. Then, almost as an afterthought, “Ever come across Deadpool?”

Peter frowns. “I have not.”

“Good,” he says. “You sound young.”

“I’m in my twenties,” Peter defends.

“For how long?”

He doesn’t respond.

Daredevil sounds smug. “Thought so. Wade isn’t the worst, believe me—but he’s inappropriate, and he doesn’t have the no killing policy that you follow, and that I try to go by. He’d protect you, but maybe wait a few years to preserve your young ears. Still, you know—red suits. We all match.”

“How do you know I have a no killing policy?” Peter questions, curious more than anything.

“Everyone knows,” Daredevil tells him. “You know, there are a lot more of us out here than you think, kid—you don’t run around in a group, so you haven’t really met any of us, but there are plenty of small time vigilantes that are working in back alleys just like you do, and all of us hear a lot about you. About how good you are.”

Peter finds that hard to believe. “I’m not all that good,” he says warily. “I wish I was.”

“Then you are,” Daredevil tells him.

“But I’m not.”

Daredevil seems to be looking at him, but Peter can’t quite tell. “Why do you think that?”

And Peter tells him, “People I love have gotten hurt. People I love have died. I could have done something to stop it.” He shakes his head and shrugs. “When I look in the mirror, I want to look away. Or break it.”

“That sounds absolutely fucking tragic,” Daredevil tells him, solemn and shocked.

It’s stupid, but Peter laughs.

light

another one from the revolution fic! i love lunella and miles and peter as the sibling dynamic i have for them i will never get over it ok

He doesn’t notice when there’s light footsteps approaching the two of them, doesn’t remember that they’re in the middle of a cafeteria until another hand settles on his shoulder and Lunella softly asks, “Peter?”

“Nelly,” Miles says, tone gentle and patient, and Peter doesn’t know when either of them came closer but hearing them helps his heart settle in his chest, just a little bit. “Let’s give him a minute, okay?”

“No,” Peter rasps, sucking in another sharp breath that makes his lungs burn, but he pushes through it and lifts his head to meet Lunella’s eyes. She’s looking at him with clear worry, and he tries for a smile that he knows is, at best, wobbly and uneven. “It’s okay. I’m okay, Nel.”

Lunella frowns. “No, you’re not,” she says. “You don’t always have to be okay.”

There’s so much knowledge in her voice, and he knows it’s something he’s told her a hundred times, but hearing her say it makes a fresh wave of tears overwhelm him. “You’re right,” he tells her, wiping at his face with the back of his hands. “I’m not okay, but I’m gonna be, okay?”

Lunella’s frown only seem to deepen, just slightly, but she doesn’t push that subject any further, just looks at May and shuffles her feet and asks, “This is her?”

“Yeah,” Peter nods, sitting up fully and looking at May himself, seeing the soft confusion in her eyes. “May, this is Lunella, and that—” he gestures to Miles, who is standing behind Lunella with his hand on her shoulder, looking wary and unsure, “—is Miles. Looney Tunes, Smiles, this is Aunt May.”

“You two know who I am?” May questions, brows rising, just a bit, in question.

Miles nods, shuffles just a tiny bit closer and looks over his shoulder, at where his parents are lingering just a few feet away, looking just as confused as May does. “Yeah,” he says, clears his throat and wraps his arm around Lunella’s shoulders to pull her into a gentle sort of side hug. “Us three were in a cell together, and he, um—Peter used to tell us a bunch of stories whenever we got really scared and couldn’t sleep. A lot of them were about you and—and Ben, and his friends, and stuff.”

May looks at Peter, her eyes watery and a smile pulling at trembling lips. “Honey...”

Peter shrugs. “It helped me, too,” he says. “Telling those stories, I mean. It—It made it easier, y’know?”

“Oh, I missed you so much,” May whispers, pulling Peter back into a warm hug that he melts into without even meaning to, one of her hands holding him while the other tangles in his hair.

cup + bleak

can you tell i love writing fics where harley works at coffee shops? also i'm a firm believer that peter's metabolism is super tricky with coffee and caffeine in general, so i always write him either getting coffee for the taste alone or getting hot chocolate because he'd have to chug like ten coffees to actually feel the effects of it. which is something i just put in chapter 9 of homeward bound actually!

The first time he sees Peter Parker is on a Tuesday evening.

He’s running on three hours of sleep, two energy drinks, and a ten minute nap that he managed to fit in before having to get ready for work. With his apron thrown on over his clothes and his textbooks already weighing down his backpack, he ducks into the coffee shop with two minutes to spare, and the first person he sees is him—a stranger, at the time, with brown curls falling across his forehead in ringlets and a busted lip that miraculously doesn’t split back open when the guy offers a forced, sheepish smile.

“Sorry,” he says, stepping out of the way and holding his coffee cup against his chest, as if protecting it—which makes sense, considering Harley almost knocked it out of the poor guys hand. “I didn’t—”

“My fault,” Harley cuts in, shaking his head. “I’m running late, wasn’t paying attention. Sorry, man.”

The guy seems conflicted, but ducks his head in a nod and murmurs, “Thanks,” before ducking around Harley and making his way out of the café, head angled down, curls falling in front of his eyes.

Harley stares after him for a moment and tells himself not to dwell on it.

Of course, that means the stranger never leaves his mind.

Two days later, he sees the guy again.

It’s after midnight, and Harley is the only one working because they don’t get many customers after sunset, but it’s a college hotspot and it isn’t far fetched to have the occasional student hole up for an all nighter of studying and assignments, so they’re open twenty four hours, anyway. The only reason Harley even accepted the night shift is because the lack of customers gives him plenty of time to get his own shit done, and since it’s his last year at Empire State, there’s plenty of shit for him to, so. It’s a win-win, really.

The guy comes in—Harley doesn’t know his name just yet, won’t learn it until a couple weeks down the line—and it becomes a win-win-win, because Harley is infatuated with the way the ends of the guys lips twitch up, not really a smile, but something close enough to tease at just how attractive his grin would be. His split lip is completely gone, which shouldn’t be possible, but Harley doesn’t focus on that because the split lip has apparently been replaced by a black eye that’s dark purple and kind of green around the edges. “That’s quite a shiner,” Harley comments without thinking—and then thanks the universe for his manager not being here, because Melissa is nice, but she carries customer service like a badge of honor and refuses to let her employees slack off on being polite. “Walk into a lamp post or somethin’?”

The guy snorts, rubs at the bruise and winces at the ache. “Something,” he says, eyes averted towards the ground and his single shoulder shrug half assed at best. Harley kind of wants to press for more information (because he isn’t stupid and he isn’t going to dismiss the fact that this guy could be in a bad situation) but it’s nearing one in the morning and this guy doesn’t seem to be in the mood, already appears a little bit tired, a little bit on the bleak side, and honestly, Harley isn’t in the mood for that kind of questioning, either, so he lets it slide for now and waits for the guy to order. After a few moments of quiet contemplation, he does, eyes squinting up at the menu before asking, “Can I just, uh—a large hot chocolate, please? With extra whipped cream and some caramel, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah,” Harley says. “’Course. That’ll be three seventy five.”

A handful of quarters are plopped onto the counter and pushed over. “Sorry,” the guy murmurs, looking embarrassed. “I was gonna go to the bank, but… didn’t have time, so I only have change right now.”

“I’ve had to fill the tank of my car with nothin’ but nickels and dimes,” Harley reassures, waving a hand through the air dismissively before picking up the quarters to start counting them. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” The guy still looks sheepishly guilty, but ducks his head in some kind of nod. “Anything else I can get for ya’? Maybe an ice pack, to make sure your eye isn’t gonna fuckin’ fall out, somethin’ like that?”

The twitch of the lips happens—Harley really wants to see this guy smile—but he just shakes his head.

Harley makes the hot chocolate and doesn’t gain the courage to ask for his name.

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steal, four, pillow, over, giant, destiny

#my writing #parkner #irondad #revolution fic #the time is now

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Convocation Ceremony of PGDM Class of 2023 at MYRA School of Business

The Convocation ceremony of Post Graduate Diploma in Management (PGDM) for the class of 2023 took place on June 10, 2023, at MYRA School of Business (MSB) in Mysuru. The event was attended by trustees, governing board members, faculty and non-faculty members of MYRA.

The ceremony was graced by the presence of Her Highness Smt.Trishikha Kumari Wadiyar as the Chief Guest and Ms. Zia Hajeebhoy, Director of Aquasail Private Ltd., as the Keynote Speaker.

During the event, the Chief Guest, Smt.Trishikha Kumari Wadiyar, congratulated the students on their achievements and emphasized the value of service (Seva) ), to contribute towards the growth and betterment of the society in many ways small and big and the importance of nurturing relationships built during their time at MSB.

The Keynote Speaker, Ms. Zia Hajeebhoy, shared insights on life values such as generosity, dignity and relationship building. She spoke about her own experiences in corporate roles and encouraged the graduates to remain humble and embrace all individuals who impact their lives.

Dr. Ramasastry Ambarish, Chairman of Board of Governors and Dean, highlighted MSB’s goal of building a “top-tier Business School in Mysuru” and the mission of “developing future-ready and globally competent business leaders grounded in Indian ethos”. He mentioned the transformation of the PGDM program into a “Digital Mastery” program, focusing on equipping students with the skills needed to thrive in the digital economy.

Mr. Kantharaj Urs, Managing Trustee, advised the graduates to stay connected to their alma mater and embrace challenges as opportunities for growth. He encouraged them to have faith in their abilities, stay curious and continue learning.

The valedictory address featured MYRAcles Mohamed Haroon Khatib, Sai Priya Chatty, Praveen J A and Abhinav Reddy Uppalapati, who shared their experiences.

During the ceremony, the Honour Board and the Dean’s list awards were presented to students who demonstrated excellence. MYRAcles Mohamed Haroon Khatib, Praveen J A and Abhinav Reddy Uppalapati received the Honour Board for Academic Excellence, while MYRAcles Mohamed Haroon Khatib, Praveen J A and Sai Priya Chatty were recognized for All Round Excellence.

The ceremony took place at the sprawling campus in Mysuru. Congratulations to the PGDM Class of 2023 on their well-deserved accomplishments!

To know more: https://myra.ac.in/convocation-ceremony-of-pgdm-class-of-2023-at-myra-school-of-business/

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Best CBSE Schools in Hyderabad 2023-2024

Best CBSE Schools in Hyderabad 2023-2024

edustoke is India’s most comprehensive school search platform. Playschools, PreSchools, Day Schools and Boarding Schools.

Hyderabad, earnestly known as the ‘City of Nizams’ is the common capital city for the states of Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. Hyderabad is particularly famous for technical education and civil coaching centres.The city also has CBSE schools in Hyderabad pacing with the fast-changing curriculum.The CBSE schools in Hyderabad provide quality education emulating the prominent combination of academics, sports and other extracurricular activities.Several popular CBSE schools in Hyderabad are Bharatiya Vidya Bhavans Public School, Chirec International School, Bhavans Sri Ramakrishna Vidyalaya, Jubilee Hills Public School, Meridian School, Air Force School, Army Public School.

Hyderabad, the joint capital of Telangana and Andhra Pradesh, is widely popular as the ‘City of Pearls’. One of the top four metropolitan cities in the country, Hyderabad is growing to be an IT epicenter in the country. The city is growing to be one of the best education hubs in the country with eminent universities and colleges and the coaching culture for national competitive entrance examinations. Alongside, there are several CBSE Schools in Hyderabad which impart value-based quality education which is at par with national educational requirements.

Some of the options you can consider from the best CBSE Schools in Hyderabad are as follows:

1.Bharatiya Vidya Bhavans Public School

An initiative of Swami Ranganathanandaji Bhaatiya Vidya Bhavans Public School is one of the best CBSE Schools in Hyderabad. With a huge playground and training facilities for cricket, volleyball, football, table tennis, basketball, state-of-art laboratories and library to support the educational journey of the students.

School Type: Day School

Board: CBSE

Type of School: Co-Ed School

Grade Upto: Class 12

Establishment Year: 1979

2.DDMS P.Obul Reddy Public School

Durgabai Deshmukh Mahila Sabha (earlier known as Andhra Mahila Sabha) -P Obul Reddy Public School has classes from Nursery to Class XII. The school is one of the top CBSE Schools in Hyderabad with the solid infrastructure and the digital learning facilities.

School Type: Day School

Board: CBSE

Type of School: Co-Ed School

Grade Upto: Class 12

Establishment Year: 1989

3.D.A.V. Public School

Established in 1983, D.A.V Public School has the objective to provide effective learning and teaching environment which helps builds critical thinking, strong interpersonal communication skills, problem solving ability and ethical practices. It is one of the best CBSE Schools in Hyderabad for value oriented education.  

School Type: Day School

Board: CBSE

Type of School: Co-Ed School

Grade Upto: Class 12

Establishment Year: 1983

4.Chirec International School

Chirec International School encompasses a very protected and nurturing environment with distinct sections and facilities for primary, secondary and senior secondary students. With education following the IB, IGCSE and NCERT framework, it is one of the best CBSE Schools in Hyderabad.   

School Type: Day School

Board: CBSE, IB, IGCSE

Type of School: Co-Ed School

Grade Upto: Class 12

Establishment Year: 1989

5.Army Public School

Established in 2002, Army Public School Bolarum is the second such school located amid the twin cities Hyderabad and Secunderabad with its vision to provide holistic education to the students. Affiliated to CBSE Board, the school gives a very conducive and positive atmosphere for learning and igniting the young minds.

School Type: Day School

Board: CBSE

Type of School: Co-Ed

Grade Upto: Class 12

Establishment Year: 2002

6.Maharishi Vidya Mandir

Maharishi Vidya Mandir is one of the best CBSE Schools in Hyderabad with its contemporary learning strategies and a blend of values and spirituality instilled among the students. The school has the state-of-the-art facilities, library and digital smart classrooms and focus on holistic development of the students.

School Type: Day School

Board: CBSE

Type of School: Co-Ed School

Grade Upto: Class 12

Establishment Year: NA

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Manabadi Telangana SSC 10th Result 2023 Today At bse.telangana.gov.in

Telangana TS SSC Result 2023 LIVE Updates: The Board of School Education, Telangana, will announce the Secondary School Certificate (SSC) results today. The Education Minister P Sabitha Indra Reddy has confirmed that the TS SSC results will be declared at 12 pm. Students who have taken the Class 10 exams will be able to access their scores from the official website – bse.telangana.gov.in or…

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List Of Best Boarding schools in Karnataka

Exploring new opportunities and embracing challenges - this is what boarding school life is all about in Karnataka. An unforgettable journey of growth and self-discovery, Building character and creating memories. Are you looking for Boarding schools in Karnataka? Check out the best Boarding schools in Karnataka where learning meets adventure.

1.JAIN International Residential School

JAIN International Residential School (JIRS) in 1999, was born out of the prodigious efforts of Dr Chenraj Roychand under the Jain Group. As one the most dynamic, flourishing and ambitious co-educational boarding institutions in India, we have over 750 students schooled from Class V to XII under CBSE, IGCSE and IB curriculum. Inspired by the trans-formative mission, we serve a diverse group of students cutting across social and geographical backgrounds like Germany, UAE, Thailand, Africa and Nepal among others.

2.Redbridge International Academy

Redbridge International Academy is the Best International Schools in Bangalore authorized to offer both ICSE (Indian Certificate of Secondary Education) and IGCSE (International General Certificate of Secondary Education, Cambridge UK) Curriculum. Redbridge is also accredited as an IB School and is authorized to offer the International Baccalaureate Diploma Program (IBDP).

3.Sarala Birla Academy

Sarala Birla Academy (SBA) is a name synonymous with quality education. It boasts of a state-of-the-art facility to impart sound education to students, aimed at developing their all-round skills. SBA is geared to provide teaching and learning of international standards, helping students who aspire to be achievers in their lives. 

4.Sharanya Narayani International School

Sharanya Narayani International School (SNIS) is a co-educational K- 12 day, weekly (5-day), and regular boarding school in Bangalore promoted and managed by a non-profit charitable Trust – Narayani Group of Educational Institutions. Both the School and the Trust are named after Late Mrs. Narayani Abbaiah Reddy, the family matriarch of the Trustees.

5.The International School Bangalore

The breathtaking 140 acres of grounds and impressive facilities are obvious, but there is also a palpable feeling of ambition and sense of purpose among the students and staff you meet. In my 20 years of teaching and headships I have not come across a school that is so welcoming, academically focused and globally minded. TISB is certainly a unique co-educational day and boarding school and I am extremely proud to be leading it.

6.Shanthiniketan Group of Institutions

Our institution balances a wealth of academic excellence, the spirit of innovation, and the zeal to impart value-based education. We believe in providing equitable access to learning opportunities reaching out to all stages of the society. It facilitates a disciplined yet nurturing environment wherein students imbibe noble values, strive towards brilliance, and cultivate an awareness about social concerns.

7.GR International School

The Institution is spread over a sprawling 7 acre campus, off.Kanakapura Main Road, That offers excellent academics, Sports & Hostel facilities for boys and girls.

8.Orchids The International School

Surrounded by lush greenery and rich history, Kanakapura, Bangalore, is another home for one of India's biggest chains of schools, Orchids The International School. Spread over acres, Orchids’ campus is eco-friendly, affiliated with the CBSE school curriculum, and facilitated with world-class academics and infrastructure that embraces holistic development.

9.Knowledgeum Academy

Knowledgeum Academy is an IB World School backed by JAIN Group, an education provider in India having 30 years of legacy. The Academy offers the International Baccalaureate Diploma Programme (Grade 11 and 12) in the heart of Bengaluru - Jayanagar.

10. Bishop Cotton Girls' School

Since its inception by the Rev. S. T. Pettigrew in 1865, Bishop Cotton Girls' School has spanned a timeline of three centuries and has consistently trained thousands of girls and empowered them to become important women. Whether they are doctors, engineers, teachers, nurses, housewives, scientists or heads of companies, the Cotton Girls are sure to make their mark.

11.Indus International School

The Indus International School, Bangalore was established on 14th July, 2003. Currently, it is adjudged as top IB schools in Bangalore for Ten Consecutive Years. The Indus International School ranked as best International schools in Bangalore, began its first academic year in 2003, with 135 students. Subsequently, to sustain and to ensure brilliant learning experience, being the Top IB schools, the students graduated from Grade IX to Grade XII in just three years.

12. Stonehill International School

Stonehill is proud to be an International Baccalaureate (IB) world school catering to students from the ages of 3 to 18 in the Primary Years Programme (PYP), Middle Years Programme (MYP) and the Diploma Programme (DP).

In conclusion, Karnataka is home to some of the best schools in the country, offering high-quality education and excellent facilities. Parents can choose from a range of schools that cater to different needs and preferences, and ensure that their children receive a well-rounded education that prepares them for success in life.

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Global Edge School, Vasanth Naga

The Global Edge School, Vasanth Nagar established in 2018 under the chairmanship of Mr. Jaipal Reddy following the glorious lineage of the elite institutions – The Global Edge School Kokapet, The Global Egde School Madhapur and The Global Edge School Kukatpally.

This institution is to be affiliated to the Central Board of Secondary Education, the national body of the Government of India for Secondary Education.

It is run under the trust Sri M B R Educational Society which is linguistic and believes in imparting best education there by adapting the latest technological advancements. It is located near Forum Mall, nestled in the calm and quiet locality of Vasanth Nagar, away from the din of traffic. It is among the best upcoming schools in this locality. The school has classes from Pre- Kindergarten to grade VIII .The school looks beyond sheer academics and strives to provide holistic education and well-rounded development to each of its students with a student/teacher ratio of 10:1.

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Best Orthopedic Doctor Near Me | Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri

Finding the Best Orthopedic Doctor Near Me: Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri

Orthopedic care is essential for the maintenance and preservation of bone and joint health. Whether you are dealing with a chronic condition or recovering from an injury, finding the right orthopedic doctor can make all the difference in your journey towards recovery and improved quality of life. With the right care and support, you can regain mobility, reduce pain, and enjoy greater independence.

So how do you find the best orthopedic doctor for your needs?

One option is Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri, a highly qualified and experienced orthopedic physician practicing in your area. Dr. Chennuri is dedicated to providing the highest quality of care to each and every patient he sees, delivering personalized treatment plans and a range of state-of-the-art services designed to meet the specific needs of each patient.

Here are just a few reasons why Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri is a top choice for orthopedic care:

Comprehensive Training and Expertise

Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri is a board-certified orthopedic surgeon who has completed extensive training in his field. He received his medical degree from a well-respected medical school and completed his residency in orthopedic surgery at a top-ranked teaching hospital. Throughout his career, Dr. Chennuri has stayed up-to-date on the latest advances in orthopedic care, honing his skills and knowledge through ongoing education and research.

A Focus on Patient-Centered Care

At the heart of Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri’s approach to orthopedic care is a deep commitment to putting the needs of his patients first. He believes that the best way to achieve optimal outcomes is to work closely with each patient, taking the time to understand their unique concerns, goals, and medical history. This allows him to develop customized treatment plans that are tailored to the individual needs of each patient, providing the most effective care possible.

Advanced Technology and Techniques

Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri is equipped with the latest technology and techniques to diagnose and treat a wide range of orthopedic conditions, from simple sprains and strains to complex fractures and joint replacements. He uses the latest diagnostic imaging tools and minimally invasive surgical techniques to provide patients with the most effective and least invasive treatments possible. Whether you are looking for non-surgical care or require a more complex procedure, Dr. Chennuri has the expertise and resources to provide you with the care you need.

If you are in need of orthopedic care, look no further than Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri. With his comprehensive training, patient-centered approach, and use of advanced technology and techniques, he is the best orthopedic doctor for your needs.

To learn more about Dr. Kiran Reddy Chennuri and the orthopedic care he provides, contact his office today to schedule an appointment. With his help, you can get back to the life you love and enjoy greater mobility, less pain, and improved overall health and well-being.

The Best Orthopedic Surgeon in Hyderabad

Orthopedics is a field of medicine that deals with the treatment of musculoskeletal problems such as bones, joints, muscles, ligaments, and tendons. These problems can range from minor injuries to major ones, and the right treatment is essential to help patients return to their normal lives as soon as possible.

In Hyderabad, there are many orthopedic surgeons who provide top-notch medical care to their patients. However, it can be challenging to find the best one who can provide the best treatment for your specific problem. This article will help you find the best orthopedic surgeon in Hyderabad who can provide the highest standard of care and help you get back to your normal life.

What Makes an Orthopedic Surgeon the Best?

The best orthopedic surgeon is someone who has a wealth of experience in the field, a strong track record of success, and an unwavering commitment to their patients' well-being. They should have a thorough understanding of the latest surgical techniques and be able to apply them in a safe and effective manner.

In addition to technical skills, the best orthopedic surgeons have excellent bedside manners and are able to explain complex medical procedures in a way that is easy to understand. They should also be able to answer any questions you may have about your treatment options and provide you with all the information you need to make an informed decision about your care.

How to Choose the Best Orthopedic Surgeon in Hyderabad

When looking for the best orthopedic surgeon in Hyderabad, it is essential to consider several factors, including their experience, reputation, and expertise. You should also consider their location and the services they offer, such as physical therapy, rehabilitation, and pain management.

To make the right choice, you should start by researching different orthopedic surgeons in Hyderabad and reading patient reviews and testimonials. This will give you a good idea of what to expect from each surgeon and help you narrow down your choices.

It is also a good idea to schedule a consultation with each orthopedic surgeon you are considering. During the consultation, you should ask about their experience, qualifications, and approach to treatment. This will give you a better understanding of their skills and expertise and help you determine which surgeon is the best fit for you.

The Benefits of Choosing the Best Orthopedic Surgeon in Hyderabad

Choosing the best orthopedic surgeon in Hyderabad can provide you with many benefits, including faster recovery times, reduced pain and discomfort, and better overall health. They will be able to diagnose and treat your condition correctly, which will help you return to your normal life as soon as possible.

Additionally, the best orthopedic surgeons in Hyderabad use the latest surgical techniques and technologies, which can significantly improve the outcome of your surgery. They will also work closely with you to develop a personalized treatment plan that is tailored to your specific needs and goals.

Conclusion

When it comes to orthopedic surgery, choosing the best surgeon is essential to ensure that you receive the best possible care. With the right orthopedic surgeon, you can experience faster recovery times, reduced pain and discomfort, and better overall health. By researching different orthopedic surgeons in Hyderabad, scheduling consultations, and asking the right questions, you can find the best orthopedic surgeon for your specific needs and goals.

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IPE PGDM Admission

(Institute of Public Enterprises) Hyderabad is one of the oldest Business School in Telangana start application for 2 year full time PGDM program. The 2 year Post Graduate Diploma in Management (PGDM) introduced by IPE in 1995 is approved by AICTE and recognised as equivalent to an MBA degree by the Association of Indian Universities (AIU). Last date to apply is Now May 28, 2022

IPE Hyderabad offered PGDM, PGDM – RM (Retail Management), PGDM – BIF (Banking Insurance & Financial Services), PGDM – IB (International Business), PGDM – HRM and Executive PGDM. All postgraduate MBA programs at IPE are AICTE accredited. PGDM, PGDM - BIF and PGDM - IB have been accredited by National Board of Accreditation. In addition to this, the college also received accreditation for all its postgraduate programs from South Asian Quality Systems (SAQS).

Established in 1964, the Institute of Public Enterprise (IPE) was set-up as an autonomous non-profit society at the initiative of Mr SS Khera, ICS (the then Cabinet Secretary, Government of India) and Dr DS Reddy (the then Vice-Chancellor, osmania University) with the objective of furthering studies, research and consultancy in Management Sciences.

A scholarship of INR 60,000 would be awarded to the top ranker among the Scheduled Caste (SC), Scheduled Tribe (ST) and Muslim minority candidates in the eligible Admission tests.

Hostel Fee :1.05 Lacs (Double occupancy), 1.50 Lacs (Single occupancy) per year, which includes room, mess charges, etc.

Selection Procedure : Short listed candidates will be called for Group Discussions and Personal Interviews to be held at IPE Hyderabad and in major cities during February-March.

Application Fee : 500

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Top 10 Good CBSE Schools in Hyderabad — DRS International

Introduction

There are many good CBSE schools in Hyderabad for your children. If you want to make your child’s education perfect, then DRS International School is the best option for you. It gives the best facilities to children and students.

DRS International School

DRS International School is a co-educational school, located in Hyderabad, India. It was established in 2004.

It is a private school, affiliated to Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE).

The school provides education up to the senior secondary level for its students and prepares them for the All India Senior School Certificate Examination conducted by the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE), New Delhi. The medium of instruction is English language but Hindi language is compulsory as one of the subjects from class V onwards.[1]

DAV Public School

DAV Public School is a co-educational, English medium, day school located in Hyderabad, Telangana, India. It was established in 1992 and is affiliated to the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE). The school follows the continuous and comprehensive evaluation scheme for its students.

Oakridge International School — Vishakapatnam

Oakridge International School is one of the good CBSE schools in Hyderabad and it has gained a name for itself in the field of education. It focuses on providing quality education to its students and helping them become productive citizens. The school has got ample facilities like science labs, computer labs, sports hall and library to cater to the needs of its students. Students can also opt for different subjects such as dance, music or art that help them develop their skills further.

Global Indian International School

Global Indian International School is a CBSE school in Hyderabad, India. It has a student strength of around 2000. Established in the year 2003, it is located at Rajendra Nagar, Hyderabad. The school offers various facilities for its students such as basketball and volleyball courts, cricket ground etc. It also holds activities like debates, quizzes and other competitions for students every year which helps them in enhancing their communication skills and developing confidence while speaking to people from different backgrounds.

Delhi Public School

Started in 1997, Delhi Public School, Hyderabad is a co-educational school affiliated to the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE), New Delhi. The idea behind its foundation was to provide quality education and facilities for students from all strata of society. It has classes from Nursery to XII and is located in the heart of the city of Hyderabad. DRS International is one of its branches which follows the same curriculum with its students but maintains a separate identity.

Jubilee Hills Public School

Jubilee Hills Public School is a private school located in Hyderabad, India. The school is one of the top CBSE schools in Hyderabad and is affiliated to the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE).

Jubilee Hills Public School has classes from Play Group to Class XII that follow the curriculum provided by CBSE.

P Obul Reddy Public School

P Obul Reddy Public School is a co-educational school affiliated with the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE). The school was founded in the year 1983. The school is located at Kukatpally, Hyderabad.

DRS International School, founded in 2003 by D R Srinivasan, is located in Gachibowli and follows the Central Board of Secondary Education curriculum. It offers classes from Nursery to XII standard and has been ranked among top 10 CBSE schools in Andhra Pradesh by various media outlets including India Today Group’s Education World magazine based on its Performance Indicators Score Card Survey 2018.

Sreenidhi International School, Ghatkesar, RR District (SNIS)

Sreenidhi International School, Ghatkesar, RR District (SNIS) is a CBSE affiliated school. It has a good infrastructure and the student-teacher ratio is also very good. The facilities are excellent and there are plenty of activities to keep students busy after classes as well. The academic performance at this school is also quite impressive and they have been awarded with many awards over the years for their achievements in academics as well as co-curricular activities like sports, music etc. They also have several affiliations with reputed companies like Tata Consultancy Services which helps students prepare for interviews when they apply for jobs after graduating from high school or college

Delhi Public School, Nacharam, Hyderabad (DPS Nacharam)

Delhi Public School, Nacharam is a co-educational CBSE school situated on the outskirts of Hyderabad. It was established in the year 2013 and is affiliated to the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE). The school has a sprawling campus spread over an area of acres with lush green surroundings that provides a calm and tranquil environment for learning.

Sri Chaitanya Techno School Ramanthapur, Hyderabad (SCTS Ramanthapur)

Sri Chaitanya Techno School Ramanthapur, Hyderabad (SCTS Ramanthapur) is a co-educational school affiliated to CBSE Board. It has been established in the year 2000 and is functioning under the guidance of Sri Chaitanya Educational Society. The school has a faculty strength of more than 100 teachers with 20 subject specialists including Phy. and Chem. labs, well-stocked library and an indoor stadium for Yoga & Sports activities apart from offering specialised coaching for competitive examinations like IIT JEE/NTSE/CAT/MAT etc., The school also offers various student activities such as Debate club, English grammar club, Art & Craft club etc.,

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DRS International School is an English Medium Co-educational school affiliated to Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE) New Delhi, India with a student strength of over 1000+ students from Pre Primary to Standard XII. The school was founded by Devbandi Raman Singh on 25th January 1993 with 150 children and has grown into a group of institutions with around 5800 students from Nursery to 12th Standard across 2 campuses — one at Jubilee Hills (serving I & II std.) and another at Gachibowli (serving III & IV std.).

Conclusion

We hope you enjoyed this list of the top 10 good CBSE schools in Hyderabad. We also hope that it has helped you to make a decision on which school would be best for your children and family.