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Between Chalk Dust and Rain

It was spring again in Bucharest. School 190 stood like a silent witness on the corner of a quiet neighborhood, its windows always fogged with the sighs of tired teachers and the dreams of restless students. The cracked pavement outside buzzed with life: skateboards clacked, sneakers screeched, and hearts beat wildly in young chests, none louder than that of Alex Vlădoiu.

Or just Alex, to everyone except his mother when she was mad. (Delia Puf)

Alex was a boy who hid things. Feelings, mostly. His sketchbook had pages full of things he couldn’t say out loud, shadows of boys with gentle eyes, poems he’d scribble and then black out with frustration. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was with that kind of forced calm that made you wonder what storm was waiting underneath.

Andrei Leica was the storm.

...

They'd been in the same class since fifth grade, but something shifted this year. Ninth grade brought a mess of emotions neither of them could name. Andrei had always been loud, popular, the kind of boy teachers pretended not to notice when he whispered jokes during tests. He had a smile that made Alex's throat ache.

Alex didn’t know when it started, but he remembered the moment he realized it couldn’t stop. It was a Tuesday. Rain on the windows, biology class (miss crivăț) dragging on, and Andrei had passed him a note.

"You look like you need to breathe. Wanna ditch?"

He didn’t reply. Just looked at Andrei. He was smirking, of course, that same smirk he always wore when he got away with something. But his eyes...God, those eyes...they weren’t joking.

They ditched. They walked down Alexandru Obregia until they reached an alley where stray cats slept under cars and old ladies sold flowers out of cracked buckets. Andrei bought him a sigle pale rose. No explanation. No teasing.

Alex kept that flower until it wilted in his pencil case.

...

The thing about love when you're fifteen and scared is that it doesn’t know how to whisper.

It screams.

Sometimes it screams in silence, like the way Alex stared out the window while Andrei flirted with girls he didn’t even like. Other times it screamed in hallways, when they brushed shoulders and neither said sorry.

Once, it screamed in the locker room after gym class.

“You’re avoiding me,” Andrei said, shirt half off, hair wet from the shower.

“I’m not,” Alex lied, heart trying to shatter through his ribs.

“Then look at me.”

He couldn’t. He didn’t. He walked out instead.

Andrei didn’t talk to him for three days after that. Those were the worst three days of Alex’s life.

...

But love doesn’t go away just because you pretend it’s not there. It festers. It grows teeth.

By mid-May, everyone was buzzing about the end-of-year dance. Most of the girls already had their dresses. Most of the boys had awkwardly asked someone out. Andrei didn’t ask anyone. Neither did Alex.

That didn’t stop the rumors.

“Why don’t you have a date?” someone sneered at Alex in the hallway.

“Maybe he’s waiting for Andrei,” another kid laughed.

Alex smiled. A cold, empty smile. Then walked away.

He found Andrei on the bleachers later, alone. They sat in silence for a while.

“Do you ever think about...” Alex started, then stopped.

“What?” Andrei asked, eyes fixed on the soccer field.

“Nothing. Forget it.”

Andrei turned to him, frowning. “Say it.”

Alex shook his head.

So Andrei leaned closer. Close enough to count freckles. Close enough to smell that stupid strawberry shampoo he used. (Opinii gang???)

“I think about it,” he whispered.

Alex looked at him. “You do?”

Andrei nodded.

And then... then they kissed.

It was clumsy. Desperate. Perfect.

...

But stories like this don’t end with happy kisses.

Because someone saw them.

And someone told.

And suddenly, Alex’s world wasn’t just cracked pavement and chalk dust...it was shards of whispers, broken friendships, and eyes that burned with judgement.

“Disgusting.”

“Did you hear about those two faggots?” (AM VOIE SA SPUN NU-MI DATI JUMP CA SI EU SUNT LGBT+ 😿)

“Should’ve known.”

Andrei tried to act like he didn’t care. He still showed up to school, chin high, fists clenched.

Alex... didn’t.

He stopped drawing. Stopped eating. Stopped showing up.

Until one day, he just didn’t show up at all.

...

They found the note in his sketchbook.

“It wasn’t supposed to feel like a crime. I just wanted to love someone. I’m sorry.”

Andrei found out in the middle of math class.(balkan rage tuc tuc tuc) The principal came in, whispered something to their teacher. The teacher's face turned to stone. She looked straight at Andrei. "Come with us, please."

His stomach dropped. He followed without asking questions.

They took him to the counselors office. His mom was there. DOamna Leica, crying. Not loud. Just tears, dripping down like someone turned on a faucet and forgot how to close it. Then came the words. Quiet. Final.

"Alex is gone."

At first he thought maybe it meant something else. Maybe he ran away. Maybe he was missing. But no. The counselor was shaking. Holding that same damn sketchbook. Open to a page that looked like a storm. Doodles and slashes and the last thing he ever wrote

They found him in his room. On the floor. He’d taken too many pills. Alone.

Andrei didn’t cry, not at first. He just stared. At the wall. At the floor. At the page.

He didn’t cry until he got home and saw the pale rose. Wilted. Crushed. Still sitting in his drawer.

Then he broke.

...

Andrei didn’t speak at the funeral. He just stood there, in the back, holding a crushed rose he had kept since that day in the alley.

After everyone left, he stayed behind. Sat on the damp ground beside the grave, whispering stories Alex never got to hear.

“I loved you, you know,” he said, voice raw. “I just didn’t know how to do it without breaking everything else.”

The wind carried his words away.

Somewhere, a bell rang. School was out.

But not for Alex.

OPINII GANG?

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A Crown of Thorns and Lies

Luca Anghel was the prince of Scoala 190, a kingdom not big enough to be feared but not small enough to be ignored. He was young, barely seventeen, with golden-brown hair always brushed too neatly, and eyes like the sky before a storm. Everyone said he looked like his mother, the Queen, except for the way he smiled  like he didn’t really believe he deserved to.

He was lonely in that big cold castle. Servants bowed too deep, and knights only spoke to him when they had to. He wasn’t allowed to go into town, but sometimes... he snuck out.

That’s how he met him.

Sandu Mihnea was a peasant. Well, technically. He worked in the bakery, but he was always outside flirting with girls and joking with the old blacksmith. He had messy dark hair, hands always covered in flour or ash, and a smirk that made people forget what they were doing.

Luca saw him once while hiding in a hooded cloak near the fountain square. Sandu was laughing, full-hearted, like he owned the whole world and didn’t even care. That laugh pulled something out of Luca, something wild and new and alive.

They met again. And again.

Luca kept sneaking out. They talked. Then they kissed. Then it was everything.

Their first real date was by the lake outside the city walls. Luca brought strawberries he’d stolen from the royal kitchen and a blanket. Sandu brought wine from a tavern he wasn’t even old enough to drink in. They watched the stars, hands tangled together, whispering about dumb stuff like who would win in a fight, a griffin or a dragon.

"I think I love you," Luca said, voice small but real.

Sandu kissed him, slow and gentle. "I know I love you."

That summer was perfect.

But summer never stays.

Luca started noticing things. Sandu missed their dates more often. He said he was tired. Or sick. Or his boss was being a jerk again. Luca believed him. Until one day he saw them.

Sandu and Andy.

Andy, the Duke of house Țarin. Rich, stupidly charming, with silver rings on all his fingers and a smile too sharp to trust. Luca had always hated the way Andy looked at Sandu during court festivals. Like he wanted to own him.

And now they were together. Behind the stables. Kissing.

Luca didn’t say anything. He just walked away, his hands clenched so tight they left little half-moon shapes in his skin.

That night, he threw every flower Sandu had ever given him into the fire. Even the dried-up one he’d pressed into a book and hidden under his bed.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Luca asked two days later, when Sandu finally came to the garden where they used to meet.

"I didn’t want to hurt you," Sandu said, voice quiet. "I didn’t mean for it to happen."

"But it did happen," Luca snapped, eyes shiny but dry. "You lied. You kissed me, and you lied."

Sandu looked away. "Andy… he sees me. Not like a secret. Not like I should be ashamed."

Luca wanted to scream. Instead he just whispered, “You promised me forever.”

“I was wrong.”

Then he left.

Luca didn’t cry where anyone could see. But his hands shook during meetings. He couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Every room felt too big and too empty. He hated himself for still dreaming about Sandu’s smile.

Then came the assassins.

No one saw them coming.

Bianca struck first — fast and silent as the moonlight. She took out the palace guards one by one with a blade thin as a whisper.

Octavia poisoned the wine. She always preferred the elegant kills.

Iris and Aida moved through the ballroom like dancers, slicing through nobles and spies alike. Beautiful and bloody.

Sabina set the royal stables on fire, just to make sure no one escaped.

And Daria? She waited until the very end.

Luca saw her face. Her eyes were cold, not hateful — just empty, like death was a job and he was the final task.

He didn’t fight. He couldn’t.

Sandu died first. He tried to protect Andy, maybe out of guilt or love or just because he was stupidly brave. Iris drove a dagger into his back.

Andy ran. Of course he did.

But Aida found him.

Then only Luca was left.

He stood in the garden where he and Sandu had first kissed, the moon high and cruel above him.

“I don’t even know why you’re doing this,” he said to Daria.

She blinked slowly. “Neither do I. Orders.”

“From who?”

But she didn’t answer.

She just raised her blade.

They found their bodies in the morning. Three of them, lying in a triangle like some twisted love story(ne trebuie ship name) no one would ever finish writing. Sandu’s hand was just inches from Luca’s. Andy’s blood made a dark pool beneath his crown.

No one knew why the assassins came. No one ever found them. They vanished into the wind like ghosts.

Some say it was revenge. Others say it was politics. A few whisper it was something deeper  a curse, or fate, or just the punishment for loving the wrong person.

The kingdom mourned. But not too long. Life goes on.

Still, in the corner of the ruined garden, where the roses never bloomed again, there was one message carved in stone.

“this fanfic sucks and you still read it. Wow" 

LOL

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The Weight of What We Were

David Gâțan used to think highschool would be different. That maybe by now he’d glow up or become cool or at least stop sweating so much when he stood up too fast. But no, he was still the same fat gamer boy he’d always been. His hair always kinda greasy, hoodies too small in weird places, and his jokes always landed just a little off. People laughed, sure, but not always with him.

He had one thing, though. He had Mihnea. Well… kinda.

Anghelescu Mihnea Alexandrescu wasn’t like anyone else. They were skinny and kinda weird and everyone said they were problematic, but David thought they were magic. Like if a poem had teeth and stared back at you.

But there was history.

Back in 5th grade, David had been a different kid. Meaner. Louder. Trying too hard to be cool, even if it meant shoving people into benches. And he’d done it. He’d shoved Mihnea during breaktime, not even thinking. Mihnea had hit their head on the bench. Bad. Blood everywhere. They passed out. Ambulance. Hospital.

After that, things changed. Mihnea was out for weeks. And when they came back, their smile was different. Crooked almost. Like something was lost or maybe just twisted.

David never said sorry.

Now, years later, they shared a class again. Mihnea sat by the window, always doodling weird dark stuff in their notebook. David sat near the back, pretending not to look over every five seconds.

The girls: Sabina, Iris, Daria, Bianca, Aida, and Octavia , ran the school like it was their groupchat. Everyone knew who they were, everyone kinda wanted to be them or at least not get roasted by them. Sabina and Iris were always laughing about something smart David didn’t get. Daria and Bianca wore matching earrings every day. Octavia and Aida showed up looking like they walked off a runway. But they were just background noise to David.

All he saw was Mihnea.

One day, David finally talked to them again. They were alone by the lockers. His hands were sweating.

"Hey."

Mihnea looked up slow, blinking. "What."

David scratched his neck. "I uh... I was wondering if you...I mean, you like games, right?"

Mihnea stared. Then, something flickered in their eyes. "Do you remember when you almost killed me?"

David froze. His stomach turned into rocks. "I didn’t... I mean, I was just a kid."

"So was I."

Then they walked away.

But something cracked open.

Weeks passed. Somehow they kept talking. Awkwardly at first. Then less awkward. Mihnea started sitting next to him in class. They even came to his house once, watched old anime on his beat-up laptop. They didn’t laugh at his dumb jokes but they didn’t walk away either.

David was falling hard. And he didn’t know if Mihnea was falling too, or just watching him fall.

Then Andy showed up.

Tall. Muscular. Blonde. Perfect jawline. He transferred in from another school and instantly became the new hot guy. Everyone talked about him. Even the girls(Andreea colega de chitara🥺) which was rare.

But Andy only looked at Mihnea.

And Mihnea looked back.

David saw them talking outside once, near the art room. Andy touched their arm and Mihnea smiled. Not the crooked smile. A new one. One David had never gotten.

It broke something inside him.

That weekend, at Sabina's birthday party (David only came because Iris invited him out of pity), it all went down.

David found Andy outside by the pool. Mihnea wasn’t there. Thank god.

"You think you're hot stuff, huh?" David said, standing in front of him.

Andy raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"

David shoved him.

Andy shoved back.

It turned into a fight. Epic. People were screaming. Phones out. Someone jumped into the pool. But all David saw was Andy’s smug face and the way Mihnea looked at him like he mattered.

They punched. David got hit hard, nose bleeding. He swung back, grazed Andy’s cheek. They tumbled over a lawn chair. People were yelling for them to stop but it was like neither of them could.

Finally, Sabina and Aida pulled them apart. David was crying. He didn’t even know why. Not really.

Mihnea came out from inside, looked at both of them, and just said, "This is so pathetic."

Then they walked away.

After that, things got quiet. David stopped going to school for a bit. Said he was sick. Played games all day but didn’t even enjoy it.

Mihnea texted him once.

"You really think fighting someone will undo what you did? lol"

David typed back a million times but never hit send.

A month later, Mihnea switched schools.

He heard they left the country. Some art program or something. He didn’t know.

David stood outside their old seat by the window one morning. The light hit it just right. Empty.

He never said sorry.

And now he never would.

BOOHOO

ce sigma sunt

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Ayanna and Stefania had been together for almost a year now. Everyone at school knew they were a thing, and honestly, most people avoided them. It wasn’t because they were scared of Stefania. No, Stefania was quiet and kind and always smiled in this sad kinda way. It was Ayanna. She had this cold look in her eyes like she was always two seconds away from exploding. She didn’t like when people talked to Stefania, especially other girls.

At first, Stefania thought it was kind of romantic. Like, Ayanna cared so much she couldn’t stand the idea of losing her. But that was just the beginning.

It started with little things. Ayanna would take Stefania’s phone and go through her texts. She'd delete contacts she didn’t like. If Stefania said anything about it, Ayanna would say, "Why are you hiding stuff? You must be cheating if you care that much about your dumb friends."

Stefania would feel this tightness in her chest and she’d apologize even if she didn’t do anything wrong. Because Ayanna always found a way to make her feel like it was her fault. Like maybe she really was the problem.

Ayanna yelled a lot too. Sometimes it was over nothing. One time Stefania forgot to answer a text because she fell asleep. The next day, Ayanna slammed her locker shut and said, "What, you can't even be bothered to tell me where you are? You think I'm just gonna sit around waiting for you like some loser?"

Stefania mumbled an apology. Her hands were shaking as she held her books. A few people saw, but they just looked away. No one ever said anything.

She stayed with Ayanna anyway. She kept telling herself things would get better. That Ayanna was just going through stuff. That she loved her, deep down. And sometimes, Ayanna did act sweet. She’d buy Stefania her favorite drink or hug her tight after a fight and whisper, "I'm sorry, I just love you so much it hurts."

But it kept happening. The fights, the guilt-tripping, the feeling like she had to tiptoe around her own girlfriend. The worst part was, Stefania started believing she deserved it.

Then came Eva.

Eva had been friends with Ayanna for years. She was the only person Ayanna acted normal around. She was funny and loud and always said what was on her mind. When Stefania first met her, she expected to hate her. But Eva was... nice. Really nice. And she noticed things.

One afternoon, they were working on a group project together in the library. Ayanna had stormed out earlier because Stefania said she couldn’t hang out that weekend. Eva sat down next to Stefania and asked softly, "Why do you let her talk to you like that?"

Stefania looked down at her notebook, her eyes stinging. "It's not that bad. She's just stressed."

"Nah," Eva said, shaking her head. "She treats you like crap. And you don’t deserve that."

No one had ever said that to Stefania before. Not out loud.

That night, she cried herself to sleep. But for the first time, the tears weren’t because she felt weak. They were because something in her heart started to wake up. Like a tiny spark of light.

It took another two months. Two more months of pain and yelling and pretending everything was fine. But then Stefania did it.

They were sitting in Ayanna’s room. Ayanna had just gone off because Stefania liked a comment on one of Eva's photos. Her voice was sharp and cruel.

"You're pathetic," Ayanna snapped. "You'd be nothing without me. You think anyone else would even look at you? You're lucky I even—"

"We're done," Stefania said.

Ayanna blinked. "What?"

"I said we're done. I'm not doing this anymore. I'm tired."

There was a long silence. Ayanna's mouth opened and closed like she was trying to figure out what to say.

"You don't mean that," she whispered.

"I do."

Ayanna laughed bitterly. "You're just being dramatic. Come on, babe, don't be stupid. We can talk it out. I'll change, I swear."

But Stefania had already stood up. Her hands were steady this time. "No, you won't. You say that every time. I don't believe you anymore."

She walked out. For the first time in forever, she felt like she could breathe.

The days after that were weird. She kept expecting a message, a call, Ayanna showing up at school to scream at her. But there was nothing.

Until there was.

Ayanna showed up at her locker two weeks later. She looked different. Softer. Her hair was neater, and she wore this fake little smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

"Hey," she said.

Stefania didn’t say anything.

"I just wanted to talk. I’ve been thinking about what you said. And you were right. I was terrible. But I’ve changed. I started therapy. I’m learning how to be better. For you."

Stefania stared at her. The old her might have melted at that. Might have given in.

But not this Stefania. This Stefania remembered every time she cried herself to sleep. Every time Ayanna made her feel worthless.

"I’m happy for you if that’s true. But I’m not coming back."

Ayanna's smile cracked.

"You're serious?"

"I am."

"But... we were everything to each other. I love you."

"You loved control," Stefania said, shutting her locker.

She walked away.

By that point, she had already started getting close to Eva. At first, it was just long talks and walks home and sharing dumb memes. But then one day, Stefania looked at her and realized she didn’t feel scared. She didn’t feel like she was being watched or judged. She just felt... safe.

Eva blushed when Stefania kissed her the first time. It was in the park, under a bench where they were hiding from the rain. She tasted like strawberry gum and freedom.

When Ayanna found out, she went nuts.

She started spreading lies at school. Said Stefania had cheated. That Eva had been planning it all along. That she was the victim.

No one really believed her. People had seen the way she treated Stefania. Some even came up to say they were sorry they didn’t speak up sooner.

One day, Ayanna confronted them in the hallway.

"You stole her from me," she hissed at Eva.

Eva raised an eyebrow. "She left you."

"You don’t deserve her."

"Maybe not," Eva said. "But I don’t hurt her. And that’s already more than you ever did."

Ayanna shoved past them, her eyes wild and wet.

Stefania didn’t look back.

She still had scars. Some nights she woke up from dreams that weren’t really dreams. But Eva held her close and told her she was strong. That she was safe.

And slowly, Stefania started to believe it.

Ayanna? She was just a shadow now. A chapter Stefania had finally closed.

And this time, she was never opening that book again.

And then idk Ștefania moved school with Eva and they live happily ever afrer while Ayanna becomes a beggar 🤷‍♀️

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Victor Enache never cared much about school. Not like Gherghescu did. Gherghescu—tall like a tree and always carrying ten books at once—actually liked math. Rareș Lazăr, on the other hand, was somewhere between the two. Shy, quiet, with a smile that showed up only when no one was watching. The three of them... they were different, but somehow fit together like puzzle pieces.

It started in the spring of 8th grade.

"Guys," Gherghescu said one day at lunch, voice low but excited. "We should all go to the cinema Saturday. That new Marvel one."

Victor leaned back, arms crossed. "Only if Rareș stops being a ghost and actually sits next to me."

Rareș blushed and looked down at his tray. "I'm not a ghost. Just... quiet."

They all laughed.

But things started to change when Doamna Vlad got involved.

She was the kind of teacher that scared you without yelling. Her glasses always sat too low, and her hair was pulled so tight it looked like it hurt. Everyone called her "ursul Freddy" behind her back. And she hated distractions—especially friendships she thought were getting in the way of talent.

"Victor, you're wasting your time with those two," she said after class one day. "You're better. You could go to national level. Olympiads, scholarships. But you need focus. You need real friends."

Victor didn’t answer. But something in him shifted.

The next week, he didn’t sit with them at lunch.

"Where's Victor?" Gherghescu asked, scanning the cafeteria.

"Olympiad prep," Rareș said softly. "Doamna Vlad said he’s going to Cluj this weekend."

It kept going like that. Victor drifting, Gherghescu getting quieter, Rareș starting to cry at home when no one saw.

Then came Ieduar.

Eduardo was new. Slick hair🤮, nice shoes, fake smile. He walked into class like he owned it, and the second he saw Gherghescu, he targeted him.

"Hey. You read comics? I got the new Spiderman issue. You want to come over after school?"

Gherghescu blinked. "I—uh—sure?"

Rareș saw it happen. And it hurt.

A week later, Eduardo was walking to school with Gherghescu. They shared a sandwich. Victor didn’t even look their way anymore.

It was Rareș who broke first.

He sent Victor a message: "if u forgot about us just say it."

Victor replied: "i didnt. its just. its complicated."

Rareș didn’t answer.

The last day of 8th grade, it rained. The courtyard was full of crying girls, hugging, yelling. But the boys... they just stood there.

Gherghescu had tears in his eyes. Rareș looked down. Victor... finally walked up to them.

"Doamna Vlad lied to me," he said. "She said if I left you, I'd be great. But it sucked. I missed you. I missed us."

Gherghescu wiped his eyes. Rareș sniffled.

Victor laughed. "Also, screw Ieduar."

Gherghescu chuckled. "He's actually really boring. He doesn’t even like real Star Wars."

High school came fast.

They didn’t know they’d all end up in the same one. They didn’t know they’d find each other again in the hallway, stunned, smiling.

"You here too?" Victor said.

"Yup," Gherghescu nodded. "You?"

Rareș just ran up and hugged them both. "Don’t ever leave again."

Victor grinned. "Only if you never stop hugging us like that."

And maybe they didn’t have it all figured out. Maybe high school would be tough too. But one thing was for sure: no evil math teacher or fake friend could break them again.

Because they were three boys, one weird little triangle of love and confusion, but real.

...

But Doamna Vlad wasn't done. No, she wasn’t the type to give up easily.

In secret, she met with Eduardo again. “You failed me,” she hissed. “You said you could turn Gherghescu. That he would stop wasting his time with that nonsense.”

Eduardo shrugged. "I tried. They’re just... stuck to each other. Like gum on a shoe."

Vlad glared. "Then we try harder. We ruin them one by one."

Back at high school, things were finally calm. Victor was doing well in math, but not at the cost of his friends anymore. He even started tutoring Gherghescu and Rareș after school. They'd sit in Victor's room, books spread everywhere, and somehow it always ended with them talking about feelings, laughing at dumb memes, or laying in a pile on the bed like kittens.

It was perfect.

Until Rareș saw Eduardo again.

"Why is he here?" Rareș asked, hiding behind Victor at the bus stop.

Victor narrowed his eyes. "He's not in our school... right?"

"He is now," Gherghescu said, walking up behind them. His voice was low, guarded.

Eduardo waved from across the street. "Hey, boys. Miss me?"

Victor clenched his fists. Rareș grabbed his sleeve. Gherghescu looked at the ground.

Eduardo walked over, all charm and poison. "I got transferred. They said I was 'gifted.' Like you, Victor. Maybe we’ll be study buddies." CINE L-A MINȚIT PE BLUD🙏 e mai special smh

Victor stared. "I’m not interested."

Eduardo smirked. "We'll see."

That week, Doamna Vlad mysteriously showed up to a math club meeting as a guest judge. “Victor, so good to see you again,” she purred. “I’m sure you’ll win this year too. If you focus.”

Victor didn’t say anything. But Gherghescu watched him like a hawk.

Later that night, they sat on Victor’s balcony.

“Don’t let her get in your head again,” Gherghescu said.

Victor sighed. “I won’t. I just... it’s hard. She makes it feel like I’m nothing without winning. Like I’ll disappear.”

Rareș hugged him from the side. “You’re not nothing. Even if you never win another thing in your life, you’ll still be... Victor. Our Victor.”

Victor smiled. A real one.

But Eduardo didn’t stop. He left notes in Gherghescu’s locker. Joined every club they did. Started sitting near them at lunch.

And one day, he kissed Gherghescu.

Right in the hallway.

Gherghescu shoved him away, face red. "What the hell, dude?!"

Rareș saw it. And ran.

Victor stormed down the hall. “What are you doing?”

Eduardo smirked. “Trying again. Vlad said if I could crack the soft one, you'd fall apart.”

Victor punched him. Hard. Right in the jaw.

He got suspended. But it was worth it.

When he came back, Gherghescu was quiet. Rareș wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Victor said. “I shouldn’t’ve hit him. But he messed with us. And I won’t let anyone do that again.”

Rareș looked up. “You’re still with us?”

Victor stepped closer. “Always.”

Gherghescu hugged them both. "No more leaving. No more Doamna Vlad. Just... us."

They told the principal everything. About Vlad, Eduardo, the manipulation. She was removed from her mentorship position. Eduardo left school a week later.

Things weren’t perfect. But they were safe. Together.

The years went by. The three of them grew taller, stronger, smarter. They aced their exams. They kissed secretly in stairwells. They whispered dreams under blankets during sleepovers. 💀

They got into the same university.

And when they graduated, they rented a tiny apartment with a leaky sink and too many plants.

Victor taught math at a small school. Rareș became a writer. Gherghescu? He made a comic book series based on three weird boys and an evil math witch.

And every night, they fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs, still laughing, still loving.

Not even the hardest equation could break them.

Because their hearts had already solved it.

Together.

I LOST THE PREVIOUS FANFIC BCS I FORGOT SO SAVE IT BUT I FOUND IT IN MY CLIPBOARD SO THERES GONNA BE 2 TRIPLUMATE CHAPTERS LOL

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8th grade was weird. Not like, just normal school weird, but like, everything is changing and confusing kind of weird. Victor Enache didn’t really care much about school. He was cool in this chill way, like he never tried hard but still got decent grades and everyone sort of liked him. Not too tall, not too short. He had that messy hair look that actually looked good on him.

Rareș Lazăr was the shy one. He didn’t talk much in class and sometimes people forgot he was there, but his friends never did. He was funny when he did talk, and he always had this soft smile like he was thinking about something sweet. He wasn’t tall, not short either, just normal. But he looked younger than he was, and teachers always asked him if he needed help like he was lost or smth.

And then there was Eddy Gherghescu. Everyone called him Gherghel though, and he didn’t mind. He was the tallest out of them, even taller than some teachers, but he was so soft and sweet it was kinda funny. He had glasses and was super smart, like he could prob build a rocket if someone gave him paper and glue. He always carried this big math notebook and loved space and nerdy stuff.

The three of them weren’t really friends at first. Like, they knew each other, but they weren’t close. But something changed after winter break. They started sitting together at lunch, then walking home together, and suddenly it was like they just fit. Like a puzzle.

They started hanging out all the time. Playing games, studying (Gherghel helped a lot), listening to music. And one day, Victor looked at Rareș and Gherghel and realized his heart was doing weird stuff when they smiled. Like, really fast thumping. He thought maybe he was sick but nope, it was feelings.

It was slow, but the feelings weren’t just Victor’s. Rareș would blush when Gherghel complimented his drawings. Gherghel started stuttering more when Victor looked at him too long. And then one summer night, after playing hide and seek in the park, they all sat under a tree and somehow, without even saying it, they just knew.

They were in love. All three of them.

It was weird at first. Like, how do you even do that? But they didn’t care. They just held hands, all three of them, and shared headphones and inside jokes. It was like a secret little world only they understood.

But then, Doamna Vlad happened.

She was their math teacher, and everyone secretly called her Ursul Freddy 'cause she was scary like a haunted animatronic. She had this creepy way of smiling like she knew things you didn’t. And for some reason, she really liked Victor.

She started picking him for every math thing. Olympiads, projects, extra classes. At first, Victor didn’t mind. But then she started saying stuff like, “You’re the only real talent in this class. The others are slowing you down.”

He laughed it off. But then she said, “Even your little friends will hold you back. You can be so much more. You’re better than them, Victor.”

And something in him believed it.

He started skipping hangouts. Missing texts. Gherghel and Rareș noticed, ofc. But when they asked, Victor just said he was busy. “It’s not a big deal. Chill,” he said, but his voice didn’t sound the same.

Gherghel tried to talk to him alone. Told him he missed him. That Rareș was sad all the time. But Victor just stared at the floor and said, “Maybe this isn’t working.”

Gherghel’s heart shattered.

Rareș cried for like three days straight.

That should’ve been the end. But then came highschool. Different building, new uniforms, same city. None of them talked during summer. But on the first day of 9th grade, Victor walked into his new class and almost choked.

There was Gherghel. Taller, still soft, still kind. And Rareș, sitting next to him with that same sweet smile that made Victor’s chest hurt.

They looked up. Gherghel blinked. Rareș froze. And something just... clicked again.

It wasn’t easy. Victor had to say sorry, like really mean it. And he did. He told them everything. How Doamna Vlad made him feel like he had to choose between love and success. How he believed her, even when he didn’t want to.

And they forgave him. Because they still loved him.

But Doamna Vlad wasn’t done. Somehow, she got a job at the highschool too. And she wasn’t alone this time.

She sent Eduardo. His real name was Eduardo but he said it like "Ieduar." He was ugly as hell (I am NOT calling him handsome🙏) and cool and acted like he didn’t care about school. But secretly he was super ass (good) at math and Vlad’s little spy.

His mission: steal Gherghel’s heart. Break the trio.

And it almost worked. Eduardo started hanging out with Gherghel, making jokes, giving him books about space and stuff. Rareș got jealous. Victor tried to stay chill but inside he was panicking.

One day, Eduardo gave Gherghel a bracelet. Said it matched his eyes. Gherghel blushed so hard he dropped his books.

Rareș stormed off. Victor followed, trying to fix things, but he didn’t know how. “Why is this happening again?!” Rareș shouted. “Why do we always break apart?!”

But Gherghel wasn’t dumb. He figured it out.

He found a letter Eduardo dropped. It was from Vlad.

"Phase 2: Separate them. Victor was easy. This time, go for the tall one. Make him believe he deserves more."

Gherghel showed it to the others. Rareș read it, tears in his eyes. Victor clenched his fists. “We are not doing this again.”

They confronted Eduardo. He tried to lie at first. Said he really liked Gherghel. But then he saw their faces. The way they stood together. The love. And he gave up.

“She said I had to,” he whispered. “She said love makes you weak.”

Victor looked at him. “No. It makes you strong.”

Eduardo left the school a week later.

Doamna Vlad tried one last time to talk to Victor. Said he could still be great. That love was just a distraction.

But he just smiled. “I already am great. And I’m not alone.”

They never saw her again.

Highschool went on. It wasn’t perfect. They fought sometimes. Got jealous. Messed up. But they always came back to each other.

Gherghel brought them snacks during study nights. Rareș drew little comics of their adventures. Victor wrote dumb poems that secretly made them cry.

They graduated together. Held hands as they got their diplomas. Three boys. One love. (One man one ja-)

Happily ever after? Maybe.

But really, they just kept choosing each other.

Every single day.

Im cooking

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Once upon a cursed Tuesday in a school that smelled like old printer paper and teenage despair, there was a teacher named Doamna Vlada. She was old, scary, mean, and had white hair so bright it could blind a pigeon. She walked around with a big pastel pink purse that looked like it used to be cute in 1983. It squeaked when she walked. Squeak. Squeak. Death was coming.

Doamna Vlada taught math, but not the kind of math that made sense. No no. She taught punishment math. Like, “You forgot your pencil? TOO BAD, do 300 equations!” math. Kids whispered about her in the halls. “If you make eye contact with her pastel purse, your soul gets vacuumed.” One kid claimed he saw her eat chalk once.

But what nobody knew… was that Doamna Vlada had a secret.

She was in love.

Not with a man. Not with another teacher. But with something more cursed.

She was in love with…

Simulari la Mate.

Yes. The national math exam simulation. The paper. The formulas. The soul-destroying questions. She adored it all. Every time she held the printed pages of Simulari la Mare in her hands, her cheeks turned slightly less grey. She would whisper to it in the teacher's lounge.

“Oh, you quadratic little freak,” she muttered one day, caressing the header of the test. “You understand me. You GET me. Unlike these disgusting children.”

And then. One night. At the copy machine.

It happened.

She printed out the simulation and it came out warm from the printer. The smell of toner filled the air. She looked left. Then right.

Nobody was watching.

She leaned in…

And KISSED the Simulare page.

FULL MAKEOUT. Tongue and everything. It was... horrifying. Someone said the printer jammed itself on purpose to not witness the sin. The paper crinkled in agony. 😭

“OH SIMULARE… my love…” she murmured. “Let us ruin their summer together…”

The next day, the students arrived for Simulari la Mate. But something was wrong. The desks were arranged in a spiral. The windows were blacked out. There was Gregorian chanting playing from a Bluetooth speaker hidden in her purse.

She stood at the front of the class like a final boss.

“SIT WHERE I SAY.” she screamed. “YOU, in the corner next to the broken radiator! YOU, on the floor with the mop! AND YOU… oh ho ho… you get the desk that smells like onions.”

“But why??” a brave soul asked.

She turned slowly.

“Because Simulari la Mate told me how it likes to be watched…”

Everyone shivered.

The test began. Half the students cried before opening the booklet. The other half tried to escape through the ceiling vents. Doamna Vlada sat at her desk, stroking the test like it was a cat.

And when one poor kid accidentally sneezed on the simulation page, she gasped in horror.

“YOU DARE CONTAMINATE MY LOVERRR?!?” she yelled, throwing her pastel purse like a boomerang.

It knocked him out instantly.

The rest of the day was a blur of screams, math, and the sound of her lipstick smudging onto question 5b as she gave it another quick smooch when no one was looking.

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And that’s why, to this day, students whisper to each other:

“Don’t ever kiss your test paper… or she’ll get jealous…”

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AI could NEVER recreate this masterpiece🔥🔥

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Help

Idk what to write

I NEED SUGGESTIONS

I'm not writing another triplumate or dublumate fic for a LONG time, I need something more cursed

PLS

EDIT: I HAVE AN IDEA (BE WARNED, IT WILL BE EXTREMELY WEIRD AND CRINGE AND CURSED)

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In the twisted land of OmegaTron 5000 (aka Bucharest but with more howling), there lived two... boys. But not just any boys. Leica and Vlădoiu. One was tall, one was short. One was an omega. One was an alpha. Together, they were a mess.

Leica, the omega, was tall, muscly, and walked like a confused giraffe. He wore tank tops in winter and had a six-pack that looked like it paid taxes. People asked, “Why he built like that?” No one knew.

Vlădoiu, the alpha, was shorter but angry. He looked like he benched vending machines for fun. His jawline could cut through drywall. His favorite activity was biting people who annoyed him (which was most people).

They were in love. Cursed, sloppy, very questionable love.

And one day, something terrible happened.

Leica got pregnant.

Yes, the tall omega was now carrying a baby beta inside his majestic abdominals.

“Oh no…” he said one morning while doing 600 crunches and eating raw eggs. “I think I feel… kickings.”

Vlădoiu spit out his protein shake. “KICKINGS? Bro. Did you get omega pregnant again?”

Leica stared at the mirror, flexed, and whispered:
“I think his name is… Tudor.”

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Six Months Later…

Leica was HUGE. Like. Inflatable-kids-castle huge. He waddled around like a pregnant volleyball and growled at pigeons. Tudor, the beta baby, kept punching from inside like he was training for a boxing match. The child had rage. Like his dad (the short angry one).

Vlădoiu was having a midlife crisis at 19.

“Why is the baby beta?! I AM ALPHA. YOU’RE OMEGA. THIS IS BASIC MATH.”

Leica shrugged while eating pickles dipped in whipped cream.

“I think he’s just… built different.”

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The Day of Birth

Leica screamed so hard the neighbor's dog passed out. Vlădoiu held his hand and cried.

“Push, babe! PUSH! THINK OF LEG DAY!”

Leica roared: “I AM PUSHING! I FEEL HIM SLIDING OUT LIKE A SLIPPERY SAUSAGE!!”

And then…

POP.

Baby Tudor was born. But something was… off.

He came out wearing sunglasses and a black fedora on his head, holding a tiny coffee cup. He looked around the delivery room and said:

“Ugh. This place has bad vibes. Where's the nearest casino?”🎰🤑

He was ONE MINUTE OLD.

Vlădoiu fainted.

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Now they live together in a weirdly shaped apartment where Tudor listens to true crime podcasts and judges people at the supermarket. Leica still does crunches while holding Tudor like a kettlebell. Vlădoiu tried to take a paternity test once but the test said:

> “YOU ARE ALPHA. SIT DOWN.”

And so they stayed, a tall omega, a short alpha, and a baby beta who’s already emotionally distant.

The end.

De ce naiba am scris asta?💔🥀

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Sabina was just a normal girl.

Normal meaning: she played Roblox Forsaken like it was a full-time job, screamed at her screen, and once punched her monitor because her character tripped on an invisible rock.

But recently… her life had turned into a nightmare.

Because of David.

David, the little rat. David, the glitch goblin. David, who wore that ugly limited-time crown and thought he was cool. He had discovered that Sabina had found a bug in Forsaken that made her character float. And ever since…

He killed her. Over. And over. And over.

She’d spawn, and BAM, David was there chasing and attacking her. She’d try to hide behind a rock? BOOM, David was already there. She once tried to log into a different server — he FOLLOWED HER.

“I SWEAR TO SHEDLETSKI THIS IS CYBERSTALKING,” she yelled into the void.

The final straw was when he killed her in the loading screen. Nobody even knew that was possible.

Sabina had had enough.

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Enter: Tudor and Eduard

Two boys who claimed to be in the Mafia but mostly just wore knockoff suits and sold sugar packets as “illegal powder” in the back of the school.

“Hey Sabina,” said Tudor, combing his hair with a spoon. “Wanna buy some… medicine?”

Sabina narrowed her eyes.

“Can you kill David instead?”

Tudor and Eduard looked at each other.

“For how much?”

Sabina reached into her pocket and pulled out 50 bani and a used bus ticket.

Eduard gasped. “That’s enough for a Mild Crime.”

Tudor nodded. “The assassination shall be scheduled for Monday. Period 3. Be there.”

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Monday - The Operation: "Bye Bye David"

It was Geography class. (Idk i dont remember i think it was actually recess but oh well) David sat in his usual seat, chewing gum like he owned the planet. He was probably thinking about spawn-camping Sabina again.

But he didn’t know…

Assassins were among us.

Tudor entered with sunglasses and a fake mustache. Eduard was disguised as a “substitute globe.” No one questioned it.

Then Sabina casually dropped her pencil.

It was the signal.

Tudor sprinted forward, threw a banana peel under David’s chair, then screamed:
“OPERATION SLIPPERY RAT, GO GO GO!”

David slipped, flew backwards, and LANDED HEADFIRST INTO THE CLASS PET ANGHELESCU TANK. (Îmi trebuia ceva aici lol, vreau sa schimb dar nu știu cu ce)

The Anghelescu screamed. David screamed. Everyone screamed.

Eduard then leapt up and sprayed him with menta spray labeled "LETHAL GAS" while the teacher tried to call IT support.

David rolled on the floor coughing dramatically. “ACK!!! NOT THE ARCTIC MINT!!!”

The 2 then jumped on David and started backshotting and slapping him.

The principal walked in, took one look, and said, “Not again.”

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David was removed from the school.

Nobody asked where he went. Some say he transferred to Minecraft. Others say he's still being hunted by the
Anghelescu.

Sabina?

Sabina finally logged into Forsaken…

And didn’t die.

Not even once.

She stood on a building, glitch-floating like a majestic bug queen, and whispered:

“Long live the 50 bani mafia.”

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Nu am idei și nici chef sa scriu asa ca doar.povestesv ce s a mai întâmplat pe la banchet

M am dus la baie și era o coada parca nu se mai termina și la un moment dat vin câteva profesoare. Doamna Simona și încă 2 pe care nu le știu. S au pus la coada și timp de 10 minute nu a ieșit NIMENI și au plecat ca nu merita sa aștept. Cum au ieșit din baie tipa cel puțin 3 fete ,,Au plecat?" Si ies câte 5 din fiecare baie.
VERE

CE FACEAU ACOLO, GANGBANG?

Și mai e Horia care s a dus sa o roage pe Ivan sa candideze la miss popularitate cu el și l a refuzat. A început Horia sa întrebe toate fetele din scoala după și l au refuzat toate LOL IMAGINE

Mi e lene sa corectez greșelile lol

👅👅👅

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Chapter 1: The Day It All Went Wrong (or Right?)

Anton Lupan walked through the dust like he owned the world, or at least the maidan. His coat flapped in the wind like a dramatic pigeon that just lost custody of its kids. His eyes scanned the crowd like he was looking for revenge, or cheese.

That’s when he saw him.

A man. No. A creature. With a tiny head and a body like someone stretched a scarecrow through a pasta machine.

“Who is this eldritch being?” Anton thought, sweating slightly.

“Who are you?” Anton said out loud, because subtlety was for cowards.

The man cracked his neck. “I’m Ieremia,” he said, flexing a bicep that may or may not have been made of wood. “Not the one who crashed into the fence. That’s my brother. We have the same name. Don’t ask. It’s a curse.”

Anton blinked. Twice.

Then he laughed. Like, from the soul. Like someone who had finally found the final piece of a deeply cursed puzzle.

And somehow, in that moment, they both knew: they were doomed to be besties.

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Chapter 2: Two Men, One Boat, No Brain Cells

“So,” Anton said, side-eyeing Ieremia’s coat made of 3 raccoons and a dream. “What do you actually do?”

“I’m a marangoz,” Ieremia said, like that meant something.

“You mean... you fix boats?”

“I am boats,” Ieremia whispered seductively.

Anton nodded, a little too slowly. Something about this man felt like a head injury. But also... kinda hot?

“Wanna come with me?” Anton asked. “On a journey. To the edge of the world. Possibly death. Definitely seagulls.”

Ieremia licked his lips. Why? No one knows.

“I got nothing else goin’ on. Let’s do it. I’ll bring my axe and my unresolved emotional issues.”

And just like that, they were on a boat together.

A small boat.

A very small boat.

With one bed.

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Chapter 3: NIGHT ONE (don't read this at church)

The ocean was calm.

Too calm.

Inside the boat, Anton lay on one side of the bed. Ieremia lay on the other. Exactly 0.2 centimeters apart.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them breathed.

Sweat.

Everywhere.

“I’m cold,” Ieremia whispered, voice trembling.

“There’s one blanket,” Anton replied.

They stared at the ceiling. Then at each other. Then at the ceiling again.

“I mean, we could... share?” Ieremia said, eyes wide and innocent like a goat about to commit a crime.

Anton gulped.

One long, painful, tension-filled blanket shift later, they were both under it.

Touching. Accidentally. Maybe.

Ieremia's foot brushed Anton’s shin.

Anton felt nothing.

Just kidding—he felt like his soul left his body and yeeted into the sea.

“I... I think I’m seasick,” Anton mumbled.

“That’s not the sea, bro,” Ieremia said softly.

“Oh.”

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Chapter 4: Sword Practice

The next morning, Anton was at the edge of the boat, pretending to sharpen a stick.

Ieremia walked up behind him shirtless, because he “spilled soup on his only shirt” but also definitely on purpose.

“You ever fight a man before?” Anton asked, trying not to look at Ieremia’s suspiciously muscular shoulder.

“I wrestled a goat once. Same thing,” Ieremia replied.

“You wanna spar?”

“I wanna do something,” Ieremia grinned.

They wrestled.

They grunted.

There was sweat.

There were feelings.

I'm dying while writing this, someone end my suferind.

There was one moment where Ieremia pinned Anton down and said “Checkmate” even though it wasn’t chess.

Anton didn’t correct him.

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Chapter 5: Cursed Confessions

It was raining.

Because of course it was raining.

Anton stood at the front of the boat, shirtless for no reason, staring into the void. (Asa cum face și Vlădoiu în clasa după ora de sport, someone kill me)

“Ieremia,” he said, voice cracking like a bad violin, “what if we’re not just shipmates... but soulmates?”

Ieremia dropped a fish he was holding. “Bro.”

Anton turned. Wet. Glorious. Possibly crying. “Don’t ‘bro’ me right now.”

Ieremia grabbed him by the collar.

“Do you have ANY idea how many sea creatures I ignored for you?”

Anton gasped.

They kissed.

Or maybe they didn’t.

Maybe a fish jumped between them and slapped both their faces.

Unclear.

But feelings? Oh yeah. Feelings were had.

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Chapter 6: Aftermath & Anchors

The boat docked in some town. They got off.

Ieremia tried to flirt with a barmaid and got slapped.

Anton watched, jealous but pretending to laugh.

Later, in their inn room, Anton turned away from Ieremia and whispered:

“Do you ever think... this was all just some weird dream?”

Ieremia leaned close, breath hot.

“If this is a dream... then I don’t ever wanna wake up.”

Anton snorted.

“You smell like dead fish.”

Ieremia kissed his neck.

“I am dead fish.”

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Epilogue: Two Old Men and a Bucket of Regrets

40 years later, in a fishing village with bad WiFi, two old men sit on a bench. One is sharpening a spoon. The other is shirtless. For no reason.

“Remember that time you built a sail using just your pants?” Anton asks.

“Yeah,” Ieremia chuckles. “And you said you hated me but you literally spooned me every night?”  help im losing braincells.

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“I hate you.”

“Same.”

They clink glasses. Ciorbă spills. Somewhere, a seagull explodes.

And they lived cringily ever after.

Eao eao eao eaoooooo eaooo eao eao eao ooooo