#Detention au part 1

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

DP X DC AU Danny & The Little Dead Girl

(title pending lol, Danny and Curare adventures pt 2!) Pt 1 here My AU art

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Monday comes, as it is won't to do, and Danny has to go to school which means the baby halfa has to come to school too.

" ok, so, one rule for today, big rule, you gotta be quiet in class. Uh-"

Danny pulls his phone out of his pocket as their bus hits a pot hole. Sitting right at the front means they catch the momentum first and he has to hold Curaré against his side lest she go flying into the aisle.

A couple voices grumble behind them at the jostling as Danny gets his text to speech open.

" Necessitas ser quieto en clase. ¿Entiendes?" The Google robot lady voice translates for him.

Curaré blinks at him from behind her little paper face mask and looks from the phone to him curiously.

This is the game they've been playing since last night, Danny says something in English robo lady repeats it in Spanish.

Danny doesn't know if Curaré understands how the phone speaks or even that it does but she's giving him her favorite little blank expression so he assumes she gets it. At least, she hasn't really disagreed or disobeyed anything he's asked of her yet so...not gonna look that gift horse in the mouth Danny boy!

..

School goes well, mostly.

They get through the metal detectors and bag checks at the front entrance just fine. The security guards barely glance at Curaré once they confirm she isn't hiding a Glock or something under her shirt. Which it's kinda sad to know gun control is a cross-dimensional American problem but it's on brand if nothing else Danny thinks.

They get to first period without stopping at Danny's locker and settle down in two desks by the back door. This is Danny's usual spot, well usual as of a month ago, it's mostly empty back here now but Danny used to have a seat partner.

(A seat partner who had a kind of shady tweaker vibe that Danny would have been worried about but that kid went home early one day and never came back so....it's Curaré's seat now.)

The little dead girl looks even littler sat in the desk-chair combo, she can barely see over the top. Danny stacks three dictionaries under her for a boost then he gets her set up with some pencils and paper and the single highlighter he found on the floor his first day here.

Curaré seems vaguely interested in his offerings ,after Danny shows her how to use them to mark the page, and starts creating cautious marks of her own.

She keeps glancing back up at Danny as if to confirm that this is still fine? And he nods his head every time trying to be encouraging as it becomes obvious that nobody taught this kid to write inside Fosters Home for Real life Assassins. Which Danny thinks is poor planning on there part because really? If your Assassin can't write how the fuck were they supposed to leave ominous threatening warnings? Or fake suicide notes? Or any number of written props to flesh out a cover story.

Whatever, obviously the assassins raising Curaré sucked ass all around so he can't say he's surprised but he is majorly disappointed.

As the bell rings for first period a whole slew of teens rush in ahead of the teacher Mr. Berk. Simple guy, grey beard, coke bottle glasses, smells like Vics vapor rub, the works.

He's like the most chilled out version of Mr. Lancer ever so he's alright in Danny's books. Plus he only has one "rule", as long as your butt is in your seat by the time he calls your name for attendance he won't mark you late. In Gotham, where everyone and their brother has enough late marks from shitty public transportion to get detention, it's a pretty sweet rule.

So Mr. Berk takes attendance like usual and only pauses on Danny and Curaré in the back for a brief moment.

Curaré stops drawing and stares down Mr. Berk like he's the T rex from Jurassic park. Frozen in place and without breaking eye contact. He stares back at her completely unphased.

" A small visitor then?" He says.

Danny nods. " My sister"

" Mhm" Mr. Berk says already moving on to the next student on his roster.

Danny breathes out huge sigh of relief, that was so much easier then he expected.

They more or less repeat this exchange the whole day. Mondays suck ass because it's one of the only days Danny actually has all 6 periods, but they make it through 1st, 2nd, and nutrition unscathed.

By lunch time Danny thinks they might actually be home free, if no one is gonna bring up the whole freaking child tagging along with him then he can probably just bring her with him everyday.

Maybe he can find her some work books and she can learn the alphabet? And addition? That's like on track for 4 year olds right? Danny can't remember being 4 but that feels right to him. He will educate the child in his care like the responsible almost adult he is. She will go to college!

At lunch Danny sits them at the back of the school right next to the teachers lounge because it's mostly deserted.

In Danny's exprience the best place to hide is in plain sight. He's been sitting here everyday since he enrolled himself and the teachers have never noticed him. Their way too busy trying to get any kind of break from teaching high schoolers to be concerned.Which Danny is greatful for because he has broken the rule about using his cell phone at lunch 50 times at this point.

Listen he has to do universe research when he has access to wifi! Which he only does at school. The administration should be glad he's using his lunch period to educate himself really.

So they eat by the lounge. Danny has Curaré face away from the door so she can take off her face mask and eat unencumbered.The cut on her face is still gnarly, it looks an almost enflamed purple as it tries it's best to heal.

Danny had given Curaré a little immuno-boost with his own ecto the night before to try to speed up her healing factor. But like any Halfa, basically just Danny's personal experience, you have to nourish the ghost half and the human half in equal parts to heal all the way.

It's not until home room, period 6/7, that the metaphorical straw breaks the metaphorical camels back. or the real straw to the metaphorical camel? Did camels even carry straw? where would it go? Between there humps? Not important Fenton!

Home room was a grade A disaster.

Mr. Perez, Danny's kind of ancient home room teacher, who was for almost all intents and purposes blind, had a freaking nose for trouble. It's like he could sniff out vapes and cell phones as soon as they hit the stale class air. Danny thought this would be the easiest class by far, Mr. Perez wouldn't even see Curaré let alone smell her.

And at first it seems like he doesnt, Mr. Perez takes attendance and skips right over Danny and Curaré with no fanfare.

Danny thinks that's the end of it and starts to breathe easy until 15 minutes before the final bell when Mr. Perez' TA asks him to step into the hallway with her for a second.

Danny generally liked Mr. Perez's TA, her name was Sabrina Kahn and she was the kind of girl Jazz would have hung out with.Straight laced, wore argyle cardigans, read books, the smart sort. She looked Jazz's age too, maybe 21ish and she always rolled her eyes when people gave dumb answers in class.

She looks a little embarrassed to be speaking to Danny which immediately sets him on edge.

" It's okay that you brought your little sister today but, I'm sorry, you won't be able to do that again. A bunch of your teachers made complaints with the front office and Mr. Perez got a call about it ..."

Sabrina had always been nice to him and now she was about to ruin his whole week.

" But Ms. Kahn-" Danny started.

She gave him a sympathetic look " Lemme guess, your parents can't take her to work so this was the next best option?"

Danny closed his mouth and nodded, that was actually a much better lie then he was gonna tell, thank you Ms. Kahn. ( But also Boooooo curse you Ms. Kahn!)

" Here, I know it can be hard to find childcare for metas, especially ones as ah-vibrant as your sister. My brother had the same trouble with my nephew."

Sabrina hands Danny a flyer, it's still warm from the printer, it looks like it's just a screenshot of an email.

"Thanks?"

The TA rolls her eyes, wow a lot like Jazz then.

" It's the address to that daycare and a referral. They only take kids by word of mouth, they're kind of... off the books. But their good people! I hope they can help you Danny."

The paper is on off yellow, as Ms.Kahn heads back into homeroom Danny feels all his hope go with her. Shit, what was he gonna do now? He looks through the little glass window in the door to the back where Curaré sits, she's already watching him. He tries to smile at her, be reassuring, he's not sure it works.

......

When the bell finally rings Danny picks Curaré up and puts her on his hip to avoid her being crushed by the rush of high schoolers who stampede out the door in front of them.

The flyer from Ms. Kahn feels like it's burning a hole through his pocket as they ride the bus towards the Narrows.

Danny cased the house from the flyer with maps street view as well as he could. It showed a skinny sublet house across from a small strip mall and laundrymat.

Inconspicuous sure, maybe even innocent looking but well...you could never tell in Gotham, all the buildings looked sort of evil by default. It was probably because of the gargoyles and the general low level stink fog that seemed to always be out.

The big city™ really made Danny miss the suburbs of Amity Park more then just the regular gut wrenching home sickness. Oh what'd he'd give to take a deep breath of air and not inhale the smell of piss when he walked down the street.

They get off the bus at the corner a block from the daycare.

Danny holds Curaré's hand which makes for slow going but seems like the right thing to do. She's never wandered off but Danny didn't want to give her the opportunity to either.

As he helped her climb the three short stairs up to the house Danny was suddenly hit with a wave of panic.

What the fuck am I doing? Am I really gonna take care of this freaking Halfa ghost baby for the next 18 years? Im not even an adult! I work weekends at BatBurger for minimum wage WTF?

Danny's hands began to sweat and his stomach cramped. Oh fuck, here was the existential crisis he'd been waiting for since he first decided to take Curaré from the leagues super secret baby basement.

Oh shit he couldn't breathe, what was he gonna do! OH fuck think!

What would jazz do? Call child services and offer psychological support. Not Uber helpful in this case Danny didn't know the first thing about psychology and Gotham CPS was actual prison.

What would Sam do? Assassin babies are hella counter culture but maybe find a cool rich eccentric family to adopt them? Nope, not gonna work Danny only knew one eccentric rich girl and she was a whole dimension away. FUCK THINK FENTON!

What would Tucker do? In this situation ask Google, homeschooling is big these days so maybe if you leave her in the apartment while your gone with an iPad-

" Hey you alright there dude, can I help you?"

Danny choked on the end of his anxiety panic badbadbad spiral and looked up.

The front door to the house was open and just inside the threshold stood a younger teen, maybe 16? With the kind of fade haircut Tucker always whined he couldn't pull off and a bright yellow hoodie.

Danny held his breathe for a moment making sure he felt it burn up his lungs and throat before letting out a big sigh.

" Yeah, yeah sorry kinda zoned out there I'm just uh kinda nervous I was told to come here for Daycare help for my little sister?"

Curaré looked at the stranger in the doorway with the same wide eyed blankness she stared at everything with. Funnily enough she was still holding Danny's hand, had held on through Danny's entire mental meltdown too despite the ecto sweat. Danny felt oddly touched by the gesture, even if it was more likely that the little girl wasn't bothered by his crisis then her being sympathetic.

The teen in the Yellow Hoodie raised an eyebrow at Danny as he fumbled the paper from Ms. Kahn out of his pocket to hand over.

Yellow Hoodie took it and looked between it, him, and Curaré.

" You're not a cop right? You have to tell us if you're a cop"

Danny made a face, " no, I'm not a cop! I would never be a cop, cops suck."

" Right." Yellow Hoodie said still suspicious " So you wouldn't mind if I called your referral up?"

" Be my guest dude."

The teen pulled out his phone and made sure to keep steady eye contact with Danny. Who could do nothing except not look away during this, the world's most impromptu staring contest, until Yellow Hoodie put his phone away.

" Just wanted to see if you were bluffing. Sabrina called earlier said she'd sent someone our way but you can never be too careful. Come on in. "

Danny felt the wind go out of his sails for the second time that day, what was with people and making him anticipate the worst.

.....

The inside of the house was old, homey, but old. It had very obviously been well lived in by a few generations of children, easy to see from the scuffed floors, chipped crown molding, and the sheer number of framed photos that hung on the walls.

There were signs of new life about too, some toys scattered on the floor, walls that were covered in butcher paper and crayon as high as little hands could reach, and oddly enough some scorch marks. Although, Danny's supposed that an unlicensed daycare for meta kids worth it's salt ought to have a least a few burn marks. For posterity if nothing else.

" I'm Duke, I volunteer here when I can but the place is run by the Mariscos, Mrs. Marisco specifically. She's been in the game for a long time" Duke nee yellow hoodie said as he stopped them in front of a closed door.

The hand made sign on the door said Office in nice scribbly lettering and it was hung on with a peg and twine. Real kitschy.

Danny could just make out the sounds of kids playing in another part of the house and was a little impressed that Duke had managed to keep Danny from seeing even one tiny tot during the impromptu house tour.

" I gotta go help Izzy with the kids, this is Mrs.Mariscos' office just knock before you go in, she might be on the phone."

Duke nodded to Danny, smiled down at Curaré and disappeared down the hallway.

Leaving Danny and Curaré alone in front of a closed door once again.

Danny looked down at Curaré and she looked up at him, she was characteristically silent.

" This feels like a job interview, did you bring your resume? "

Curaré blinked.

" Yeah, me neither. But I think if we both give her puppy eyes maybe our combined under aged-ness will activate her maternal instincts and she'll be forced to accept us?"

The nerves were back, they had never really left but now they had settled like a rock at the pit of Danny's stomach.

He couldn't bring himself to knock on that office door just yet so he fussed over Curaré instead. Kneeling down he straightened the collar of Curaré's hooded jacket and moveed her little backpack strap back up her shoulder where it had slipped.

" We got this. It's you and me now remember, even if this blows and you have to come to school with me for the rest of year it's you and me." Danny rested his hands on little shoulders and hung his head. " Jeez, I sound like my mom"

"No need to be so nervous Mijo! My Chiqis never met a kid she could turn away."

Danny's neck had never snapped up so fast in his life.

Curaré hadn't been looking up at him at all. No, Curaré was staring up towards the elderly woman floating near the ceiling.

Which was not great, because Danny for all the time had spent in Gotham had never seen another ghost. Not a single one.

Which was unsettling on its own but not bad per se, he'd thought maybe this dimension was just different, not enough spectral energy to manifest a ghostly body.

But no, again nope, this was so much worse.

No ghosts was easy enough to reationalize but one ghost? One ghost meant there was enough spectral energy, one ghost meant something was really really wrong with Gotham.

Because if there was only one ghost in a crime ridden pissed off city like this where the shit were all the others?

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Yo! Just wanted to say thank u for all the support on part 1, did not expect people to like or care about it lol. Anyway back on bullshit, I've had this written for a while but didn't have the insp to post it until now.

Might write more, might not, you get one bat cameo for reading this time ur welcome.

Forgot to add this to the first post, it's in the reblogs, but TLDR Curaré is an assassin from batman beyond.

Note: if you wanna see cool art for this AU check the Danny and the little dead girl tag on my blog!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc au #dpxdc #dc x dp #DP x DC #batman #Curaré #batman beyond #duke thomas #danny and the little deadgirl au #i really gotta think of a name for this AU if its gonna be a thing #do i have a plan for this? no no i do not #i have a vague idea about what happens in this universe and no real motivation to write it #batfam

[oksurethisismyname]

There’s a lot of One Piece student/ high school Aus but I suggest One Piece teacher AU

Note: these descriptions are based on my experience as a teacher in southern USA. Where I’m at, you have to be certified to teach in public schools and it is a well known fact that coaches are almost always history teachers (don’t ask why)

Luffy is one of those coaches that is also a history teacher, but every student knows he only got his history license so he could be a coach. He’s taking girls volleyball to state this year, they are absolutely destroying their opponents. He teaches World History and is known for being vocally anti government / capitalist, but also super optimistic.

Sanji is a French teacher who is also certified in Home Ec. He is known by students to be a bit of a hard ass but he always brings food from whatever francophone country their learning about and students low key love him for always having snacks ready for kids who might not have enough lunch money or have breakfast at home.

Zoro is a coach as well, and he got certified in Japanese so he teaches one section and then uses the rest of his time coaching. Him and Sanji are both on the World Languages department and when the state language competition rolls around, they go HARD. Somehow he got roped into teaching health this year but is really hoping the teaching intern will get hired and take that over next year.

Nami is a certified geography and economics teacher, which is unfortunately apart of the history department so she’s stuck in stupid department meetings with Luffy. Shes in charge of detention and has students do stuff for her class as “punishment”, but really it’s a fun time with music playing and her classroom is always spotless after.

Robin is obviously also a history teacher. She’s AP certified so she does AP World, AP US, and AP Euro. Her students love her but are also kind of afraid of her. She’s currently advocating for the inclusion of AP African American Studies at their school.

Franky is part of the vocational program at the school, doing mechanic and wood working stuff with students. Alternatively, Franky could be the maintenance guy at the school. He’s always around fixing something.

Usopp is the drama teacher. He is the most chosen elective because he’s super funny and also has a habit of getting off topic and just not giving tests. He and Franky work together on set design and lighting for the school shows.

Brook is the choir and orchestra director. He’s super old so students think it’ll be boring but day 1 he is acting a total fool and kids love this crazy old man.

Chopper is a student teacher doing his internship as a biology teacher. He’s got major baby face and a sweet voice which is funny considering his teaching mentor is Dr. Trafalgar Law, who has resting bitch face and a tired annoyed voice. His AP bio and AP anatomy classes are some of the hardest classes at the school, but chopper offers tutoring and students are doing better now that they see Dr. Law being kind to Chopper .

Jimbei is the guidance counselor. He’s always got his door open for students to talk to him and he never judges them. He’s kind and patient and students trust him.

#one piece #one piece school au #one piece teacher au #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #nico robin #soul king brook #cat burglar nami #god usopp #one piece franky #trafalgar law #jimbei #monkey d luffy

[deardoiloveyou]

Softening angel

Draco x Fem!Ravenclaw!Prefect!Reader

Notes/CW: Angst, fluff, holding hands, romance in general, this is a decently experimental fic, in this AU draco isn't a prefect while you are,

Proofread: Yes

Prompt: Draco slowly falling in love with a genius yet outcasted reader

Part 1, Part 2

Draco's pastimes consisted of; teasing ickle hufflepuffs, in general bullying 'annoying arseholes', making snide remarks to Pottah, and mostly hanging out with his toxic filled friend group. Oh, and might I mention he has a knack for breaking rules (if you couldn't tell).

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"You buffoons- quit being so loud"

Crabbe and Goyle were quick to shut themselves up at Draco's command. Sneaking into the restricted section of the library wasn't a usual for Draco, but he needed to know the secrets that resided in this part of the library. No matter what anyone told the cold slytherin prince, he most likely wouldn't listen.

You were doing your prefect duties as always, diligently walking around the corridors of a school that was built like a maze. Yet, you seemed to notice something was off, your instincts were always strong and being observant was what you were known for.

A loud thunk. And then the sound of a boy scolding another person. From what you could make out, he was saying,

"This is why I don't invite you when I'm about to break about a thousand rules!"

And then the sound of shushing, shuffling, and a bit more quiet scolding.

You finally decided to investigate, your shoes clacking against the floor. Draco noticed it immediately, the sound of your walking growing nearer and nearer until he couldn't do anything about it,

"Crabbe- do you see any-..."

Before Draco even had the chance to finish his sentence, he came to the realization they had literally ditched him. Oh, how badly he was going to scold his normally obedient goons was incomprehensible.

"Hm? What does he see...?"

Your voice filled the tense air, Draco knew he couldn't "My father will hear about this" out of this situation.

Draco immediately noticed your practically glimmering Prefects' badge, he decided to try and act innocent (to no avail).

"Ah- Ms. Prefect, I was just about to lea-"

Before Draco could finish his sentence, you cut him off. Deeply disturbing Draco as he was used to having the upper hand. But before you could even begin to scold this unfamiliar boy, Filch's rugged tip-tapping entered the cold library. You weren't sure what to do, but your gut directed the rest of your actions.

You gently pushed Draco against the shelf full of curious books, placing a finger over his mouth as a way to say "Shut up". But Draco never obeys.

"Quite the temptress I see."

Dracos whisper sent a cold shiver down your spine.

"Oh for Merlins sake, shut up..."

His lips curled into a charming smirk.

"Oh you like me, don't you?"

The tension grew between you two. The heat growing between both Draco and you was undeniable. You didn't even know this boy, so how was it that you felt your cheeks burning red?

You finally heard the library go quiet. So you immediately pushed Draco away from you, seemingly further into the bookcase.

Your usual competent demeanor returned, yet you still couldn't make eye contact with this platinum blonde boy.

"I can tell you'd like to know my name, so, the name's Draco. Draco Malfoy."

You took a mental note inside your head to give "Draco Malfoy" a detention. And with that, you turned on your heel and walked off from a mesmerized boy, known as Draco Malfoy.

A/N: this will eventually become a series but depending on my schedule and motivation it could take quite a while!! I truly appreciate your patience as well as the support for my recent fics♡

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco x you #draco fluff #draco malfoy fluff

[mypoisonedvine]

MEET THE MUNSONS (active series, stepbrother!eddie x reader)

encore (completed series, eddie x rockstar!reader)

part 1: wild side - part 2: still of the night - part 3: love bites - drabbles

the freak pirate and the slut princess

the waiting (is the hardest part)

safe

runaways (warning: dark!)

fake plastic love

the space he left behind. (warning: angst and spoilers!)

hold on to my heart (warning: angst!)

I'll always come back for you (warning: dark!)

it happened one night in detention (a/b/o au)

on the prowl (warning: dark, technically!) (steve & eddie x reader)

"I'm not wearing any underwear... thought you'd like to know."

"Please never stop smiling."

Eddie learns his shy best friend likes being spanked

stepbrother!eddie and the very normal, definitely not drugged gummies (warning: dark!)

stepbrother!eddie and the party outfit that he didn't approve of (warning: dark!)

perv!eddie and his innocent friend | part 2 | part 3

dom!eddie uses a fuck machine on his sub

college student!eddie and professor!reader

on the prowl (warning: dark, technically!) (steve & eddie x reader)

"I'm just getting comfy."

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..."

single dad/dilf!steve and the babysitter

yandere!001

"I fucking hate you."

argyle

blowing argyle at work

body worship with argyle

wayne munson

trailer park babydoll

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things spoilers #st4 spoilers #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #steddie x reader

[cupidjyu]

detention for romance

hyunjae x reader

summary (because this is strangely long): as the president of the student council, you're faced with expectations. what you don't expect is to be put in detention with the student that you've heard endless negative rumors about... but he's not as bad as you had thought

genre: school au, unrealistic high school romance (yawns), flirty hyunjae, gosh he is such a waist grabber, he punched someone, but its all okay!!! he has a little sister, close proximity in a library lol, soft moments, falling asleep on his shoulder, oblivious reader, constant constant bickering, getting together, kissing, high schoolers who unrealistically make out (yawns again), slight neck kissing, cursing, younghoon sunwoo cameos notes: im not even going to talk about it word count: 10.5k (woops)

Whenever the name Lee Hyunjae was spoken in a noisy classroom, bustling hallway, or bathroom with a leaking sink, it would always be accompanied by a wince. People would contort their faces in worry whenever someone even mentioned his name or they would take the long way to get to the history classroom if it meant they wouldn’t have to come face-to-face with him.

Lee Hyunjae. The student in class 1-B was closed off and considered the scariest one ever. Some never dared to speak his name, behaving like he was that one villain with no nose from those Harry Potter movies. He never talked to anyone and if an unknowing new student ever tried to, he would stare at them silently. Some people say that he glares. Some say that he rolls his eyes.

“I heard that he’s in a gang and murders children for money,” Your classmate once said. Class 1-A loved to talk about him, hence why you strangely knew so much. You looked up from your sketchbook.

“Children? Of all types of people?” You squinted.

“Doesn’t he seem like the type to hate children?” She replied. “C’mon, you’re the president of the student council.”

You frowned. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You’re supposed to be smart.”

You shut your mouth at that. Maybe, you were book-smart. Street smart? You could never decipher why people hated Hyunjae so much. But then again, you never saw him before. Maybe he was just quiet. Or maybe he really was in a gang and murdered children for money. All you knew was that he was not part of your business so you couldn’t care less.

Besides, you had a student council meeting to host after this.

—

“What do you mean you lost the one thing that we needed?” You whined, staring straight at Sunwoo. “This event is the last one of the year and you—“ You sighed, pinching the area between your eyebrows.

“I’m sorry,” He cried. “It’s not my fault someone crashed my car on the way here and they fell out.”

You pouted. “Are you okay at least?”

He grinned, motioning to himself. “All in one piece.”

The one thing was actually the flower garlands for the spring party that you were tasked to plan. They were supposed to hang from the ceiling, along with string lights to resemble a pretty forest. Being the president of the student council was quite tiring. In fact, you never even intended to become one. You just happened to have decent grades.

The spring party was in just a few hours and if there were no flower garlands, then the highly anticipated party would be empty and disappointing. You couldn’t quite afford the embarrassment, especially from how many tickets you had sold.

“What do we do?” You sighed. “You can just start decorating with what we have then.”

A few of the students nodded. As they left, another member, Younghoon, approached you with a small smile. He was tall and often looked innocent like he had done no wrong. But really, he was anything but that. He loved to joke around and break the rules. You wondered how he even got into the council with such a record.

“You know,” He started, leaning against one of the rickety desks. He wobbled slightly against it, ruining the “cool” facade he decided to put on. “The main office has some of those garland things. Last year, they had a flower sale so they used those as decorations. I saw them in the closet when I was caught cheating on a test.”

You stared at him with a bored expression. “You got caught cheating on a test?”

He groaned. “Yes, and I failed the class. But that’s beside the point! You should go to the office and get the flower garlands. You’ll be just in time.”

You really contemplated it for a second. “Can I really? What do I say?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “The principal doesn’t let any student borrow supplies for parties and such.”

You frowned. “You’re of no help then.”

Younghoon gave you a confused smile. “What do you mean? Just… kindly borrow them. Just for one day.”

You gaped at them. “You mean to steal them?”

He nodded as if that was the simplest thing ever. “Just sneak in and grab them. What could go wrong?”

“I am no thief,” You grumbled.

“Then I guess your party will suck then.”

You gasped. “You take that back.”

“Never.” He stuck his tongue out and then he turned towards the door. “Just think about it, won’t you? Code to the closet is 1026 by the way.” He winked as he turned down the hallway with a small wave.

You were left in the empty classroom speechless. There was no way you would steal from the school. That would result in serious consequences and you couldn’t ruin your reputation. With an abrupt shake of your head, you headed out. 

And then you stopped. To the right, was the gymnasium where the party was being set up. To the left, was the main office with the flower garlands. You bit your lip, whipping your head from either side. 

You ultimately turned left.

“What am I doing, what am I doing?”

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Why did every single door of the school have to creak? Holding your breath, you peeked inside. Your eyes surveyed the room. It seemed that everyone else had left except for two people, talking in the very corner. This was the perfect chance, as you could see the closet, just on your right.

As quietly as you could, you stepped inside, hurrying over the old-looking closet that looked like it could collapse at any moment. 

Just get the flowers and get out. 

Your hands were practically shaking as you turned the lock.

1…0…

“Punching a student is not tolerated in this school.” 

You inhaled sharply at the familiar voice of the principal, but you turned back to the lock, determined to go unnoticed.

2…

“Miss, I had my reasons.” Another voice, younger, almost like he was in your grade. He sounded tired and annoyed.

“That boy ended up with a broken nose. What possible reason could there be for that?” The principal was stern. 

You paused for a second. But still, there was one more number left.

…6

With a proud smile, you silently unlocked the closet. And there it was, like an oasis in a dry desert, the flower garlands. They were prettier than the ones you had previously. Your smile grew. Oh, the party was going to be beautiful.

You were just about to grab the flowers and escape when the younger student spoke up again. “My little sis–”

“What are you doing over there?”

Clenching your jaw, you froze. Then you whipped around, only to face the principal who was staring back at you with an angry expression. Behind her, was a tall man. He must be a student as he was dressed in the typical uniform. His tie was loose and his shirt was untucked, which usually resulted in being dress coded. He didn’t seem to care though as he tilted his head at you with a nonchalant expression, one hand in his pocket. 

You smiled nervously. “I was borrowing something.”

“You aren’t permitted to take anything from there. How did you even get the code?” The principal spoke sternly. “You should be setting a better example. As president of all people.”

You frowned. “But, I needed it for the par–”

“You don’t need it.” She interrupted you. “What you do need is detention. Both of you.”

“What?” You exclaimed. “I swear that I–” But it was of no use, as she was already writing your name up, as well as the other student’s. You peered at his chest only to find that there was no name tag. You sighed. This was not how you expected things to go.

“Detention.” She handed both of you the paper. “In which you both will be sweeping the art room, organizing the library, and cleaning classroom 1-B.”

“Miss,” The man complained, stepping forward. You widened your eyes when you realized just how tall he actually was. “All they did was try to steal stuff. How is that–”

The principal only raised her eyebrow at the word “steal.”

You nudged his shoulder harshly. “You’re not helping,” You whispered frantically.

He gave you a small smirk. “Well you’re not very good at stealing now are you?”

You flushed at that. “I was just trying to–”

“No more objections,” The principal stated. “Attend the party… or whatever. But you will report to detention tomorrow afternoon.”

You sighed and walked away. The man, whom you’ve now nicknamed “dickhead,” quickly caught up to you. You glanced at him with narrowed eyes, refusing to say anything. Close up, you realized that he wasn’t bad looking. He had a tall nose bridge and deer-like eyes that would be considered kind-looking if it wasn’t for the constant teasing look on his face.

“Stealing from Miss principal,” He spoke up, his voice laced with amusement. “I admire your bravery.”

You rolled your eyes, walking faster. He continued to trail behind you. With annoyance, you whipped around, already agitated from the past events.

“Why are you following me?” You frowned.

He smiled. “Don’t you need a date for this party? I’m trying to ask you out.” 

You widened your eyes, your throat closing up suddenly. “Wh–what?”

He stared at you for a good minute. And then he motioned to the side with a laugh. “Just kidding, my locker’s right here.”

You groaned and turned around. Your hands clenched into fists as you stormed down the hallway. 

“Dickhead.”

Little did you know, that he was watching you rush down the hallway with curious eyes. 

–

Cursing at the couple who decided to make out right in front of your locker, you rushed down the stairs, your hands fumbling to fix your hair. Turning the corner, you were met with the entrance of the art room.

To say the least, your friends and fellow classmates were in much shock when they found out that you of all people had gotten detention. Again, you couldn’t care less. You just needed to get this over with. 

Perhaps this could be a great learning experience! You smiled painfully. 

I hate this.

Peeking through the window of the door, you could see that same man, sitting at one of the tables. Again, his uniform was awfully undone. The tie was loose like before and this time, the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. You sighed, looking down at your uniform. Neat and ironed, because you were always expected to set an example.

Slowly, you opened the door. He looked up and his lips immediately lifted up into a coy smile.

“You’re late.”

“There were some… issues.” You shivered at the thought. Out of all places, they were kissing in front of your locker?

He laughed at your expression and he stood up from the table. And then he squinted at your name tag.

“Your name is?”

“You can’t read?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Bad eyesight.” He grinned.

“Y/n,” You sighed.

He nodded. “I already knew that.”

“What?” You stared at him with confusion.

“President of student council,” He stated. “I hear about you a lot.”

“Then why’d you ask…” You muttered to yourself.

“Formality reasons.” He shrugged. “Like you would for me. You probably hear about me a lot too.”

You frowned as you reached over to pick up the brooms, handing one to him. He stared at it blankly, and so you sighed with frustration and thrust it into his chest.

“I don’t know you though,” You replied.

He raised an eyebrow. And then he stepped closer, looking down at you with a disbelieving look. You gulped, taking a step backward.

“You’re funny,” He whispered. 

“I’m not trying to be.”

“You really don’t know?” He widened his eyes. “Lee Hyunjae?”

And that was when the world suddenly came crashing down on you. It all came together like pieces of a puzzle. The constantly messy uniform, the smirk on his lips, the whole reason that he was in detention in the first place? Punching a student. 

You gasped, taking an even wider step backward. His eyes almost dimmed at your action along with his smile faltering with… something like hurt.

“You’re Hyunjae?” You mumbled.

He nodded. “And now you’re going to run away like everyone else does.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I’m just wondering…” You spoke with astonishment. “You’re not even that scary.”

He gaped at your words, his broom almost slipping out of his hands. “Scary?”

You snorted. “You have no idea what my class says about you.” You turned away for a second, beginning to sweep up all the colored pencil shavings and cut-up paper.

“Amuse me.” He appeared by your side with a small smile. You watched as he began to help you clean up the floor. You shouldn’t be so surprised but with what so many people say about him, you couldn’t help but be a little bit shocked that he was doing a basic household task.

“Are you in a gang?” You looked up at him with a stifled laugh.

“Yes,” He spoke. You eyed him suspiciously. “No,” He finally sighed. “That would be cool though.”

“Do you murder children for money?”

He winced and looked at you. “Do you believe these things?”

You shrugged. “Just curious.”

Hyunjae groaned, batting your broom with his, causing you to glare at him. “I’m a perfectly normal student.”

“Okay…” You muttered. “Then why’re you in detention for punching one?”

He grew silent at that. When you looked up at him, you could see that his jaw had clenched. He didn’t answer the question either, as he abruptly walked away to clean up somewhere. You stared after him, trying to decipher his strange reaction. 

After a few more lazy broom sweeps across the floor, you turned to him, only to see that Hyunjae had stopped. He seemed to be staring at an open sketchbook on one of the tables. Quietly, you walked behind him. That was when you realized… that was your sketchbook.

Other than managing school things, you secretly enjoyed drawing in one. It was when you could escape from all your responsibilities, instead choosing to focus on doodling and perfecting a pretty picture. And you must have left it here the other day when it had mysteriously gone missing.

With a squeak, you lunged forward and shut it closed.

He jumped and stared at you in shock. That was when you came to the realization that he was sort of… cute when surprised with the way his eyes were round and his lips parted.

“Those drawings were not mine,” You rambled.

He stared at you, unimpressed. “Thanks for confirming that they’re yours.”

You sighed with defeat. “You weren’t supposed to see them. It’s private.”

His eyes searched yours. “I didn’t turn a single page. It was just open. Besides…” He trailed off. “That one drawing was very good.”

You gulped, suddenly feeling your cheeks grow warm. “Oh,” You stuttered. “Thank you.”

He gave you a small smile. Suddenly, all of those rumors that you’d heard of him had completely dissipated from your mind. You straightened up, studying him with perplexion. He wasn’t half bad. Just… a little quiet.

He pulled out one of the stools and sat down, inviting you to do the same. Cautiously, you did so, facing him with sudden nervousness.

“Can you show me another?” He asked, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. “If you’re comfortable.”

You faltered over a breath. You watched him for a second, wondering if he was going to maybe burst out into laughter and claim that he was just joking. But instead, he only stared back expectantly.

“Okay,” You whispered. With shaky hands, you searched through your sketchbook, choosing one of your favorites. Hesitantly, you turned it around. He studied it quietly. And then he looked back up at you with a soft smile.

“Aren’t you talented?” He murmured.

You were sure that your cheeks were completely red now. Shutting the book with a loud bang, you looked down at your lap. “Shut up.”

“I’m being serious,” He chuckled. “My little sister likes to draw too, you know.”

You looked up at him in surprise.

“Little sister?” 

He nodded, a sudden fond expression taking over his usual bored one. “She’s adorable. And she somehow looks up to me. I advise her not to.”

You gave him a soft smile. “She must look up to you for a reason.”

He snorted. “I try to set an example. But I’m afraid she’ll become closed off like me. She’s very bright.”

You could practically feel your heart bloom. The way that he spoke of her with such a gentle voice put a funny feeling in your stomach.

“You must love her.”

“I do,” He said with an affectionate tone. “That’s why I’m here in the first place.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, toying with the broken spine of the sketchbook. He quickly noticed your confusion and he sighed.

“She wanted these drawing supplies. You know, the ones with unicorns and colorful rainbows on them. So naturally, as a great older brother, I bought them.”

You laughed at that. He gave you a small smile back.

“But I was also late to school so…” His ears turned red. “I had to bring them here.”

“And?” You watched him curiously.

“The other guys in my class noticed.” He frowned. “They threatened to steal them and when they found out that it was for my little sister, they even said some mean things about her. They haven’t even seen her before.”

“Oh,” You breathed out, guiltily. “Is that why you punched one of them?”

He nodded with a sigh. “It’s okay. She was happy to receive them.” He grinned fondly. “She even gave me a hug.”

“So you’re the protective type,” You wondered. You looked at him with kind eyes. “I’m sorry about what happened.”

He shrugged. “As long as she’s happy.”

You gave him a slight smile as you stood up from the stool. Motioning to the door that led directly to the school courtyard, you turned to him. “Would you like to take a walk? We're done here anyway.” Unfortunately, you couldn’t leave right after finishing cleaning since the principal had set a certain mandatory time for both of you to stay here. Quite stupid in fact. 

But, you adored the school courtyard. Especially when it was bright and sunny, all the flowers along the trail brought a certain peace to your usually stressed mind.

Hyunjae looked at you with slight surprise. “Me?” 

“Who else?” You frowned.

He shrugged. “Don’t know. No one usually asks me these types of things. You’re a nice change of pace.”

Your eyes softened at that. Well, up until he—

“Getting clingy for me already?”

You gawked at him. “No? Oh my god, I was being a perfectly nice friend, and you…“

Hyunjae raises his hands up like he was being arrested as he heads for the door, gesturing that you go first. He laughed, “Sorry, sorry. And are we really friends now?”

“If you would like?” You looked at him unsurely.

“Great.” He gave you a kind smile.

As you walked, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

“So you’re just a quiet person?” You spoke up.

He turned to you. “I guess so. I promise I don't usually punch people.” He winced at the thought.

You snorted. “I get it. You were just being a good older brother.”

He hummed as he kicked at a pebble, watching it roll away.

“How was the party?” He asked quietly. “And don’t tell me you actually needed a date because I would have gladly—“

“Oh we don’t have to talk about it,” You whined. “It was a mess. Everyone was disappointed and I felt like such a failure.”

He smirked. “I mean it wasn’t all a failure.”

You looked at him. And now that you were getting a proper look, you found that he was much better than decent-looking. He was handsome. You’ve witnessed the kind side of him already and so the teasing smile on his lips began to become almost… charming.

“How’s that?” You narrowed your eyes. “You weren’t even there.”

“But I saw you. On the way home.” You could’ve sworn he did a once-over as if he was imagining you in your party attire again. “You looked beautiful.”

Your retort was caught in your throat as quickly as a spark of fire. Almost tripping on a crack in the ground, you cleared it and turned away.

“Thank you.” You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that he was still watching you intently. “Still think it was a failure.”

When there was no response, you looked back up only to meet Hyunjae’s amused expression. He was smiling at you softly and his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischievousness.

“What is it?” You spoke cautiously.

“Nothing.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes wandering to one of your ears. “Your ears turned red.”

Stuttering, you shoved him harshly in the chest. “Shut up. And your uniform! It’s all messed up.”

He grinned wider, leaning close so that he could whisper right into your ear where supposedly, they were red from embarrassment.

“It’s a stylistic choice.”

Inhaling sharply, you pulled away, his low voice leaving shivers down your spine. “W-well it’s a horrible one. So face me.”

He easily complied, shockingly. Your fingers hesitated at his chest, multiple red alarms going off in your head asking what the hell are you doing? Ignoring them, you began to button up his white dress shirt. Accidentally, your fingers brushed against his bare skin in which you could see that he gulped. You smiled slightly, glad to know that you also had an effect on him.

Then, your hands came down to his loose tie, pulling it right up to his collar. You desperately tried to ignore his watchful eyes, looking down at you.

“Done,” You breathed out as you tried to avoid his knowing eyes. “And tuck your shirt in yourself.” 

“So you’re not going to shove your hands down my pants today? Disappointing.”

“You dirty-minded moron.” Checking your watch, you realized that you could have left long ago. 

But he stopped you, his hand catching your wrist.

“Your hair.” He approached you this time, his large hand smoothing down a lock of hair. Just as you thought he was done, he tucked one piece behind your ear, his touch gentle and almost caring. “There.” He smiled. “I returned the favor.”

A quiet “thank you” was all you could muster. Your heart was beating abnormally fast. It didn’t help that he decided to tuck another piece of hair behind your other ear, his fingers brushing softly against your cheek.

“I didn’t know I looked like a mess,” You muttered.

“Still pretty to me.” He smiled.

And so with a wave, you said goodbye to Lee Hyunjae who wasn’t so scary after all. With a quirk of his lip, he waved back.

—

“Look who’s late this time?” You lifted an eyebrow as you leaned against one of the many bookshelves. Contrary to popular belief—by that you mean, your classmates who still think that you’re some literature god who can decipher every single piece of Shakespeare just by skimming through the plays—you didn’t often come to the library.

It was rickety and had odd lighting, making everything seem orange and dark. In front of you were two carts, filled with books that needed to be returned to their rightful home. What a boring detention task. How’s this supposed to teach you to do the right thing?

Hyunjae approached you with an obviously faked guilty look. “Sorry about that.” His voice was oddly croaky. As if he had just woken up. “I fell asleep. Physics is really boring.”

So he really did just wake up.

You gazed at him wordlessly. And then you walked forward, pushing one of the carts straight into his stomach. With how tired he was, he couldn’t quite register the feeling yet.

And then he groaned in pain.

“Y/n.” He scowled. 

You smiled cheekily. “Let’s get this over with.”

“After you,” He sighed, motioning to the first section labeled Historical Nonfiction.

As you two wandered the various bookshelves, placing the books back, the two of you had a few casual conversations. Sometimes, Hyunjae would make you laugh. And sometimes, you would just feel the need to fix his tie and collar all over again.

“Your uniform,” You grumbled. “It bothers me.”

He smirked. “Want to button it up for me again?”

You swallowed thickly. “No. Do it yourself.”

“But I like when you do it for me,” He replied, unabashed.

“Be quiet,” You snapped, slapping his hand with a book in which he winced. 

It grew quiet after that. Still, the silence was never one that was awkward or made either of you uncomfortable. It was just… simple. The shuffling of your clothes and the thump of books being placed on the shelves. But there was one question that continued to linger in your mind.

“Hey, I have something to ask.” You turned to him. 

“Hm?”

“Who were the guys who made fun of you? And the one that you punched?” You asked.

He paused, looking at you indecisively. “And what are you going to do with them if I tell you?”

“Nothing,” You replied. “Just curious.”

He eyed you suspiciously but he ultimately exhaled deeply. “There were only two. One being the guy who ran against you for student council…”

Your mouth dropped open at that. Oh, how you hated that guy. He was obnoxious, had an incredibly loud and squeaky voice, and he absolutely loved bothering you. He once even tried to sabotage one of your events.

“And the other was the captain of the football team. The one I punched.”

Now you were gaping at Hyunjae like he was crazy.

“You punched him?”

“Yeah, and?” He widened his eyes cutely.

“But he’s seems so… strong,” You wondered. You had seen the way he plowed through other players in games.

He gave you a slightly crooked smile. “But look who’s broader?” 

You grew quiet at that. And you must be insane because your eyes quite literally scanned over Hyunjae. Were his shoulders always this wide? And the way that his sleeves were rolled up slightly to reveal his arms were so–

“Focused?” He teased, leaning closer.

“Mhm,” You breathed out. “They’re assholes.”

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “Well, what can I do? At least I get to spend more time with you.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching back into the cart. Reading the number on it, you internally groaned when you realized that it was meant to be on the very first shelf. The one at the very top. Biting your lip slightly, you reached up. To no avail, you couldn’t quite extend far enough.

That was when you felt a chest being pressed up to your back. Hyunjae’s chest. He took the book from your hand, his skin brushing with yours as he placed the book for you. Gulping thickly, you looked up, only to meet his soft eyes. He lingered there for a moment, leaving you to realize that he smelled good. Very odd observation to make.

When he finally pulled away, you stared at him with utter shock.

“Shy, dear president?” He whispered. “Your ears are red again.”

“I’m–” You jerked a thumb behind you, desperately trying to escape. “I’m going to go. Th-thank you.”

“Anytime.” He gave you an annoyingly flirty wink as he pushed his own cart. The two of you went your separate ways.

You hummed to yourself as you worked on your own section. But you slowly stopped when you realized just how lonely it was without Hyunjae around to tease you or talk about random topics. Still, you prevailed. After what happened, you weren’t sure if you could face him again.

With a tired sigh, you pushed the cart, rounding the next corner. That was when you saw two boys. One had an annoyingly high-pitched voice, almost like a stupid mouse. You recognized him. The other walked with his chest funnily puffed out. You also recognized him. The football captain. So Hyunjae really is broader, you wondered to yourself.

But then you froze. Hyunjae is right here, in this room. And if they saw him– 

Leaving your cart behind, you whipped around, weaving through the many bookshelves. With rapid breaths, you searched for him, only for you to ultimately run straight into his firm back.

He jumped, turning around.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t reply. Without a second thought, you grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him along. You dragged him into another section. Then, you pushed him against the bookshelf, pressing your body close up to him. Again, you were surrounded by his scent which still smelled incredibly good, much to your demise.

He stayed silent, studying you with a tilt of his lips. You stared back up at him. You should be explaining but instead, you seemed to be in a trance over how warm his body was and how his lips were very–

“What’s this?” He finally purred, his voice low.

“Shush,” You whispered. When you realized that he was staring down at your lips, you shut your eyes and pressed your forehead against his chest shyly. “I saw them. I’m trying to hide you.”

“Oh,” He breathed in slight surprise. Then he huffed out with amusement. “I don’t think this is really working,” He teased. “They could still see me. Plus, it seems like it’s you who’s hiding. In my chest specifically.”

Clearing your throat, you lifted your head and looked up at him with embarrassment. 

“But that’s kind of you.” He grinned.

“Shh.” You pressed a finger to his lips. He only smiled wider. The two of you stayed in that position for a few more minutes that almost began to feel like hours. His hands were straight at his sides as if he were afraid to touch you. You were still pressed up against him, your hand resting on the bookshelf and the other toying nervously with the hem of your clothes.

Once you were sure that there were no more voices, you pulled away, brushing yourself off. You were about to make a joke to clear the tension that had suddenly built up when you heard a man talk. Specifically, the football captain. The one that Hyunjae had punched. 

“Hold on,” He called out to the other boy. “I need a book for my Greek mythology project.”

You glanced at the nearby sign that clearly, ironically, and very unfortunately read Greek Mythology. You turned back to him with panic.

“Hyunjae–”

He stared at you silently. You gasped when you felt a hand snake around your waist.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

“What?” You replied with alarm. “You’re asking me that now?”

“Do you?” Hyunjae repeated, furrowing his eyebrows.

You gulped. “Yes.”

And in just a second, he had flipped you around so that the ridges of the bookshelf jutted into your back this time. His hand tightened around your waist and his other hand wandered to your upper back. 

“Wha–”

“Close your eyes.”

Your mind was already rushing with a million thoughts. But you still followed his order, shakily shutting your eyes closed. That was when you were only left with your sense of hearing, smell, and touch. You could hear him, feel him shuffle closer. You could hear his breath against your ear. Why was he so close? And then you felt his lips–his very warm lips–brush against your neck.

Inhaling sharply, your whole body went rigid.

He didn’t do anything else, you soon realized. He simply lingered on your neck, breathing slowly as his hands continued to pull you closer. Hyunjae had you trapped in his arms, his lips just centimeters away from the spot under your jawline. Yet he never made contact. Except for that accidental brush that sent goosebumps down your whole body.

That was when you heard the guy’s voice again and his footsteps approaching.

“It’s here– what the hell? Nevermind. And get a room.” 

And then the footsteps receded.

After what felt like forever, Hyunjae stepped away. He seemed to be experiencing the same effect with the way he was breathing heavily and his cheeks were tinted red. But this was his doing after all.

You opened your mouth and closed it repeatedly, trying to find the words to say. And then you shoved him by the chest.

“What was that for?” You exclaimed. Your hand came up to that same spot on your neck, which felt warm from his breathing. You felt a flush from head to toe. “You almost– kissed me.”

“That was the point,” He replied. “To make it look like we were making out and having the time of our lives.” His eyes continued to linger on your lips and that specific area on your neck. “What perfume do you use? It smells amazing. Pretty like you.”

You froze. And then you groaned with frustration.

“I didn’t– wear perfume today,” You muttered. “And was that the best you could do? We couldn’t– run away? You had to…” You trailed off, the sensation coming back to you all over again. “Do that thing?”

“What thing?” He smirked. “Almost kiss your neck?”

“Yes,” You mumbled. “That.”

He thought for a moment. 

“Because,” He whispered, leaning closer. “This is more fun.” He adjusted your crumpled collar, his hands lingering there, before looking back up at you with a teasing smile. “Your ears are red again.”

And then he walked away, leaving you to stare after him in complete shock. Lee Hyunjae was not scary at all. In fact, he made your heart beat faster. Much, much faster.

–

“Can I take you out somewhere?” He had come up to you after all the books had been put away. You still couldn’t quite look him in the eyes. And it seemed that he noticed as his eyes glinted with mischievousness. 

“Okay,” You replied, still avoiding his eyes like your life depended on it. “Where to?”

“I’ll tell you when you look me in the eye.”

His finger hooked under your chin, forcing you to anyway. You inhaled sharply.

“I’m looking now,” You whispered with your voice wavering.

“I was thinking, roller-skating?”

Your eyes brightened at that. “Oh yes! That would be so fun. We’re going to have so much fun.” You turned on your heel, bounding out the door.

You missed the way Hyunjae gazed at you with fondness.

–

“This is not fun,” He muttered. His knuckles were practically white with how hard he was holding on to the railing. You giggled at the sight as you easily glided past him. He watched you with a glare.

“Do you need help?” You called out to him, taking note of the way his legs wobbled like a baby deer.

“I do not,” He huffed, trying to save his pride. But then he paused. “Can you… maybe?” Now it was his turn to not look you in the eye.

“Of course.” You smiled, appearing by his side. You held out your hand in which he stared at it in confusion. “Take it,” You urged. “And follow me.”

It was strange to see how easily his flirty persona had completely disappeared at this moment. You liked this side of Hyunjae: his eyes round and nervous, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, and his lips pulled into a concentrated pout. All it took was for him to choose to go roller skating. Even though he couldn’t even roller-skate himself.

Hesitantly, he took your hand in his. You ignored the way that his fingers and palm fit so perfectly with yours. You also tried to ignore how smooth and warm his hand was. And the fact that you had already felt his hand before. On your waist.

You still never quite got past that moment. Something about the memory put a butterfly-like feeling in your stomach.

“Set your feet wider apart.” You slightly pulled him away from the railing. He looked at you with an adorably nervous expression. You laughed. “When you step, try to lean on each side. So you can balance.”

He followed what you said and soon enough, the two of you were skating down the rink. Smoothly? Not really, with the way he constantly stumbled like a deer learning how to walk. But it was enjoyable, the way he would occasionally smile at you, his hand tightening on yours.

“Hyunjae, you’re a professional now,” You joked.

He scowled adorably. “You’re so funny. You enjoy my embarrassment.”

“Maybe I do,” You snorted. “You’re getting better though.” 

He looked at you earnestly. You could see the way the purple and blue lights, lit up every feature of his face, creating a view that could fit perfectly in a soft-colored painting. It seemed that the lighting also affected you as his thumb began to caress your hand. 

“You look pretty,” He whispered, only loud enough for you to hear.

You widened your eyes. “Hyunjae–”

“And you make me smile,” He confessed. “So thank you. For trusting me, even when others don’t. I promise I really don’t punch people on the usual.”

You laughed, your eyes crinkling. “Of course I’d trust you. You’re very charming, did you know that?”

He only scrunched his nose in response, but you could see that his ears have tinted red, even under the blue-ish lighting.

“Your ears are red,” You pointed out. 

“Haha.” He narrowed his eyes.

–

Now, the two of you were walking home together. Though you did insist that you could do so on your own, he refused to leave your side. He even gave you those stupid puppy eyes that you couldn’t reject.

“Did you have fun?” He peered at you, anxiousness flitting across his expression.

You smiled reassuringly. “Definitely.” And you don’t know why you did it, but you reached forward and took his hand in yours. His eyes went wide in an adorable way as he gazed down at your connected hands. You could even see him struggle to hold back a smile.

Then, he schooled his expression into a teasing one again. The one that you’ve grown to become used to.

“Hey, do you know what this means?”

“That we’re very good friends?” You gazed at him innocently. You held hands with your friends so that must be what it means. Right?

“That we’re— what?” He stared at you in utter disbelief.

“Good friends?” You stared back. His firm grip on your hand loosened slightly at that. “Because we’re hanging out. Are we not?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought this was a da—“

But then your house came into view. You turned to him with bright eyes.

“We’re here,” You sighed. “Thank you, Hyunjae. For a wonderful hangout.”

“Hangout,” He choked out. He reluctantly let go of your hand as he still held into the tips of your fingers. “Yes, hangout. I had fun.” His smile was almost painful, forced.

You grinned, pulling away, the constant spark between your hands finally being broken. You gave him a small wave in which he did the same.

Lee Hyunjae who was a good friend. A friend who almost kissed you and held your hand the whole night. A great friend.

—

“Am I being friend-zoned?” He muttered to himself, kicking a can that lay astray on the sidewalk.

He mulled over all the possibilities. It was either you were just incredibly oblivious, or you didn’t like him back and were trying to let him off kindly. He sighed, pouting to himself.

His mind darted back to all things regarding you. He would never admit how much you made him blush just over the thought of your smile. And the way you filled him with warmth, he sometimes daydreamed of just pulling you into a hug. 

Suddenly, his cheeks began to hurt. Ah. He’s smiling to himself again like a lovesick fool.

“Fine,” He groaned, slapping himself. “I’ll just get over this stupid crush.”

Should be easy.

—

Being president of the student council had its sorrows. When you said that the party was the last event of the year, apparently you were wrong. The principal suddenly wanted you to set up a fundraiser in three days' time.

Not to mention that you had exams to study for and projects to keep you up late at night. You’re not only stressed but a little bit—no—very sleep deprived. 

With a pained sigh, you flopped your head on the desk, hitting your forehead with a thump that only worsened your headache. You felt someone poke your shoulder so you were forced to look up. 

“Could you please do my homework?” Your classmate pleaded. “I have a date tonight but I’m failing this class.”

Another poke on your shoulder. You turned.

“Can you send me the instructions for the literature project?”

And another except on your back. You turned around again.

“For the fundraiser event, how many tabl–”

Abruptly, you stood up from your desk, your chair creating a loud sound that made everyone else in the classroom jump. You pinched the crease behind your eyebrows.

“I have a headache,” You told all three students who were pleading with you to do their work for them. Two of them simply grumbled and turned away. But one, she was your favorite of all, looked at you with kind eyes.

“You should go to the nurse’s office.” 

With a deep breath, you nodded and headed out the door. Again, you were met with a choice–a fork in the road, per se. To your right, was the nurse who could treat your pounding headache. But to your left was the stairway to the rooftop of the school.

You turned left again.

Bursting through the doors, you took a long inhale as you enjoyed the fresh air. Luckily, the weather was bright and blue, perfect for clearing your head. Other than the drawings in your sketchbook, you had another secret. That was the rooftop.

You often came here whenever your brain was fuzzy with unnecessary thoughts. You liked to sit here alone, doodle on a blank page, and just be yourself. All alone.

Except you weren’t.

When you turned to your usual spot, a wall that was at a certain angle where you could see all the prettiest clouds, there was someone else sitting there.

“Hyunjae?” You peered at him. 

He looked up at you with slight surprise as he pulled off his earphones. He looked attractive like this. He was sitting against the grey wall, one leg extended. His hair was messy and tousled from the wind and he had that signature smile on. You couldn’t quite tell if it was teasing or genuine. But you liked it anyway.

“Y/n,” He breathed out and then he patted the spot next to him, inviting you to sit. As you did, you immediately felt comfort from the way his shoulder pressed against yours, his warmth taking away that chilling feeling that clouded your mind the past few hours.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, turning to him. You inhaled slightly when you realized just how close he was. You took the time to run your eyes over his soft features, your gaze lingering on his bottom lip for a second longer.

“I hate physics,” He deadpanned. “And you?”

“I’m just tired,” You laughed bitterly. He took note of your tone and he shuffled even closer to you so now your legs were touching.

The two of you fell in silence. You played with your fingers with nervousness. You didn’t even know what you were nervous about. Was it him? Was it the way that he continued to look at you with so much softness in his eyes?

“You know, Hyunjae,” You started, your voice low. “You’re not all too bad.”

He huffed out a laugh. “I thought that we’ve established that a long time ago.”

“But what you said earlier. While roller-skating.” You faced him with a soft tilt of your lips. He gazed back, a strange tenderness behind his expression. “You make me smile too.”

“Oh. That’s… good,” He replied breathlessly. “Did you come here just to tell me that?”

“No.” You rolled your eyes. “I really am tired. You call me dear president but I’m tired of being one. I came here to clear my mind.”

He was quiet for a moment.

“Would you like me to leave?” He questioned.

And he didn’t even move but you were already grasping his wrist in your fingers.

“Stay,” You whispered. “I like being with you.”

His eyes widened at your words and you could even see, under the afternoon light, that his cheeks have tinted pink.

“I’m going to flunk physics class if I keep skipping,” He muttered but he still relaxed next to you. 

“I can teach you,” You offered. “When I’m not exhausted.”

“Mhm,” He hummed with amusement. “You do that. When you’re not exhausted.”

You didn’t reply. Instead, you leaned your head on his shoulder. It was warm against your cheek and honestly made a great pillow. You could feel him stiffen for a second but he slowly leaned closer so that your neck wouldn’t hurt. Your fingers stayed on his wrist, holding it loosely as his hand laid out on your lap.

Quietly, he leaned his head against yours, encompassing you in warmth and… something else.

After a while, Hyunjae lifted his head to check up on you, only to find that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, your cheek smushed (adorably, in his opinion) into it. He was glad that you weren’t awake, or else you would notice how fast his heart was pounding. Then he glanced down to where his hand was still on your lap, your fingers wrapped around gently.

He gulped thickly as he turned away. He couldn’t move but he desperately wanted to. When he had said that he would get over you, it seemed almost impossible now with how strong his feelings had become.

“I really like you,” He whispered. And he hoped that he would one day tell you when you were properly awake.

–

As time passed, you grew closer to Hyunjae. From a student that you had only merely heard rumors about, to a friend in which you’ve started to notice the way his lips moved for some reason.

It also seemed that the principal had forgotten to schedule your last detention. Not that you minded, but it made it harder for you to see him. But of course, he took it as his responsibility to take you out to places whenever he could.

And the rooftop slowly became a two-person thing. Usually, you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder. He would always reassure you that he didn’t mind.

Lately, you’ve noticed that he had grown quiet. A lot more than usual. Of course, he teased you but you’ve also taken note of the way he often liked to just look at you. If you were talking, he would gaze at you with soft eyes. Or if you smiled, he would smile back, looking at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

It was the night before school. You had things to prepare but mostly, you laid in bed, bored. But you lifted your head when you heard the doorbell ring. Furrowing your eyebrows and glancing at the time, you realized that you had no deliveries or guests to expect.

Rushing to the door, you turned the knob. You widened your eyes.

Hyunjae. He was dressed in his usual school uniform. Except something was different. His collar was ironed, every button was properly done, and his tie was pulled up correctly. His hair though, was still tousled. It always has been. It reminded you much of a puppy.

In his hands was a bouquet of flowers. Held close to his chest, you could recognize pink roses. You once read in a book that it meant innocent love. He looked straight out of a romance comic book. Charming in his school uniform and lovely with the flowers that complimented his golden skin.

Your eyes traveled down and–

You choked.

There was a small girl on his side. His little sister. She was grinning up at you and you couldn’t help but notice the resemblance. They both had the same deer eyes and an adorable smile. The only difference was her height which only reached up to Hyunjae’s mid-thigh, as well as her chubby cheeks.

You turned to Hyunjae.

“What are you–”

“Babysitting duty,” He blurted out. “But I just need to tell you something. If you would listen.”

You gazed at him for a moment, taking in the sight. He shuffled on his feet and you could tell that he was incredibly nervous.

“Okay,” You replied in surprise. “What is it?”

“I…” He trailed off as if his mind had suddenly gone blank. But then his sister tugged on his hand. He crouched down so that she could whisper in his ear. You watched, completely endeared.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “I want to tell you that I…” He trailed off again. His cheeks turned red. He looked down at her. “I forgot again.” 

His little sister groaned. He smiled sheepishly as he turned back to you.

“I like you.”

Your lungs felt like they were punctured as the pieces all clicked for you, just like they had when you found out his name back in that art room. The flowers in his hands which probably mean everything about romance and the fact that he fixed up his uniform for you; the soft looks whenever you would laugh; his constant flirting that you had imagined to just be his humor; it all meant something.

“You… what?” You uttered.

“I like you. I have for a while,” He said with his voice wavering. “And I was supposed to tell you this huge speech that we–” He glanced down at the small girl. “–prepared together. But I get nervous around you so I forgot.”

“Hyunjae…”

“And I don’t know if you return my feelings.” He frowned. “But I just wanted to tell you that I have this gigantic crush on you. She would know.” He gestured to her again. “She always points out how I’m always blushing.”

“Blushing?” You widened your eyes.

“Because I’m thinking of you,” Hyunjae whispered. 

“Oh,” You breathed. “But why me?”

“I love everything about you.” He gave you a soft smile. That same one that you seem to see every day now. “Your smile is pretty. You’re just very beautiful. Inside and out. All the time.”

You felt like your face was on fire and that you might just suffocate from how fast your heart was beating.

He sighed, noticing your silence. “You don’t have to return your feelings or say anything ye–”

“I like you too,” You squeaked.

His lips parted at that, the flowers falling to his side. “You do?”

“Yes, I think.” You smiled sheepishly. “I’m new to this, Hyunjae.”

He grinned, looking at you teasingly. “I can guide you, dear president.”

“Don’t call me that,” You groaned. 

“I can call you anything,” He muttered, stepping closer. You looked up at him, your eyes studying his soft expression. “Gorgeous.” He tucked a piece of hair around your ear. 

“Hyunjae,” You whispered.

“Or would you prefer breath-taking?” He teased. 

“Neither.” You squeezed your eyes shut.

“It seems that you like both, sweetheart.”

“Mister,” You warned. “There is a child present.”

He widened his eyes and he stepped away immediately as if he had just remembered. Hastily, he turned to his little sister who was staring up at the two of you innocently.

“If you speak of this to mom…” He narrowed his eyes. “She’s going to kill me, you know?”

The girl only giggled and made a zipping motion to her mouth.

You snorted at the sight.

“Hyunjae,” You spoke up again. “How long have you liked me?”

He smiled. “A long time. You’re awfully oblivious, Y/n. That time we went roller-skating was meant to be a date. And why do you brush off my flirting everytime?”

You stuttered, “I– I’m sorry. I thought–”

He laughed, gazing at you fondly. “As long as you know now.”

You hummed, leaning against the doorway. “I guess you have me now, handsome.” You looked at him slyly.

His eyes were adorably wide now. He straightened up. “Repeat that?”

“Handsome?”

“Yes, that,” He breathed out. 

“Handsome.”

He turned to face his little sister. “Hold this.” He placed the bouquet of flowers in her small hands. And then he immediately stepped forward and hooked a hand around your waist. He quickly pulled you in, causing you to stumble slightly and fall into his chest. Steadying you with a small smile, he brought you into a kiss without a warning. 

You gasped in surprise but you slowly relaxed into it. Your hands wandered to the back of his neck, causing him to hum with satisfaction. The kiss was soft and innocent with barely any movement and his lips were even softer than you imagined. You could sense that he was going to deepen it but you were interrupted by a small, “Gross!” 

The two of you pulled apart, only to see that his little sister had cutely stuck her tongue out. He scowled playfully before reaching down to pick her up in his arms, as she tightly held onto the flower bouquet in her small hands.

“This was your idea in the first place, dummy,” He grumbled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, causing her to laugh adorably. You smiled at the sight.

Lee Hyunjae wasn’t scary at all. In fact, he was just a huge softie who had fallen in love with you.

–

You could be going on dates with Hyunjae but instead, you were still serving detention with him. After your first kiss with him, it seemed that the day after, the principal suddenly remembered to schedule your detention time.

With a sigh, you swept the classroom. Classroom 1-B, specifically Hyunjae’s classroom. 

“I daydreamed a lot about you here.” He brushed past you with a small smirk.

Your cheeks flushed. “About��� what?”

“A lot.” He walked past you again, this time letting his hands fall to your waist for a moment. You inhaled sharply at the sensation. “Your lips.” 

You gulped, turning to him. To no surprise, he was staring straight at your lips.

“I daydreamed about hugging you.” He suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around you into a firm back hug. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he nuzzled his nose into your shoulder.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. “We’re supposed to be cleaning right now.”

He smiled, holding you tightly. His lips only hovered over that spot on your neck. The spot that he had almost kissed back in the library.

“But we’re alone. Just the two of us,” He muttered back. You swallowed thickly, willing yourself not to let your eyes wander down. The whole day, during classes, you kept thinking of them. What it would be like to kiss them again. 

Really, your only kiss with him was the one on your porch. The one that was interrupted by his little sister.

“We have responsibilities,” You shakily replied.

“But don’t you want to know about my last daydream?” He pulled away, his hand still placed on your hip.

You breathed deeply, knowing very well that your ears were red right now, which he loved to point out.

“What… is it?” You glanced at him nervously.

“I daydream about kissing you.” He leaned close from behind, letting his lips brush against the side of your cheek. And you had hoped. Really hoped that he would whip you around and pull you into a deep kiss. But much to your disappointment, he only walked by, off to pick up some crumpled test papers.

With a groan of frustration, you set your broom down.

“You can’t just say that and not–” You sighed, shutting your eyes with embarrassment. “Not kiss me.”

His eyes sparkled at that but he only spared you a glance.

“But apparently you think cleaning a classroom is more important,” He hummed. “I respect your opinion. So I guess you’ll just have to wait for my kiss.”

You glared at him for a moment. But he only tilted his head, his lips quirking up slightly. With an annoyed sigh, you picked the broom up and began to sweep the floor again. This time, a little bit faster and more aggressively.

Hyunjae only chuckled at your actions. 

And purposely, like the absolute lunatic he is, he would brush past you, letting his hands trail somewhere on his body. Every time, you would scrunch your eyebrows, trying to contain the sudden need to grab his collar and pull him into a harsh kiss.

“Focus.” 

“Shut up.” You glared.

“You can shut me up later.” His eyes again, traveled downwards.

Once you were sure that the floor was clean enough, you practically threw the broom off somewhere. Storming over to where he was waiting for you, leaning back against the teacher’s desk, you faced him.

“Are you going to kiss me now?” You said.

He smiled. “Should I?”

You frowned. “Because we’re finished so–”

“Can’t get enough of me?” He quirked his head. He stood up. Again, you were reminded of just how tall he was. “Can’t stop thinking of my lips?” He took a step forward. You took a step backward, blinking nervously.

“What are you doing?” You whispered.

“You want to kiss me so bad, don’t you?” He teased, continuously backing you up. “That you rushed all of your cleaning just so you could press your lips to mine?” 

You gasped when you realized the back of your thighs hit a student’s desk. He only continued to step closer, forcing you to sit up on the desk. He watched you with a glint in his eyes. And then he stepped in between your legs, caging you between his arms and hovering over you with his hands resting on the desk on either side of you.

“Hyunjae,” You breathed out, your hands resting on his chest. 

“So should we do this properly?” He asked, his voice dropping to a low tone. His gaze followed your lips, making you hold your breath. “Since she’s not here.” 

Out of context, this would sound like a horrible love affair. But you only snorted since you knew that he was talking about his little sister.

“Are you saying that your sister is a bother?” You laughed.

“No.” He grinned. “But I can’t afford her to witness this.”

“Witness what?”

He smiled. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Enlighten me,” You whispered.

“Should I?” He chuckled softly, as he shuffled even closer so that your chest was against his. You could even feel his breath fan over your lips. He tilted his head with a lazy smile.

You laughed, leaning your forehead against his. “Yes,” You whispered. “Or else I’ll take the lead.” 

“I would love to see that,” He teased.

And much to his surprise, you took hold of his collar, and you finally, finally, pulled him against your lips. He let out a muffled sound but he almost instantly melted against you.

Groaning with satisfaction, his hands came off the desk, instead choosing to take hold of your lower back and waist, his fingers digging into your skin. This kiss was much, much different from your first one. This one was filled with a flame that couldn’t be put out. As his lips moved against yours fervently, one hand traveled down to the side of your thigh where he pulled you closer. 

You hummed as you tangled your fingers in his soft hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Easily, he obliged, kissing you so hard that you felt your hands go weak, going slack and resting on his chest. He never seemed to slow down either, only breaking away so that he could find his way under your jawline. 

“So this finally happens,” He muttered. And he leaned back in, kissing down until he found that spot–the one that he had only lingered on before in a rickety library. Now, he was pressing kisses to your skin as he meant it. You gasped at the feeling.

“Hyunjae,” You breathed out, tugging at his collar as you tilted your head against the sensation. You could even feel him begin to smile against your neck.

“Perfume?” He whispered.

“None,” You gasped.

He pulled away, searching your eyes with so much softness you felt like you could just melt right then and there. “You smell good. Sweet like candy.”

“Shut up,” You grumbled, leaning forward so that you could hide your face in his chest. His hands came to the small of your back, pulling you into a hug. It was gentle and innocent, much different from the kiss.

And then his hand came under your chin, lifting you up so that he could press his lips to yours. This time, the two of you savored the moment, moving slowly. Both of your eyes were shut and your cheeks flushed.

“She’s only five years old,” He whispered against your lips, breaking apart reluctantly. You could tell that he was trying to catch his breath as his hands wandered across your waist. “This is PG-13.” He grinned.

You laughed. Or you tried to until he shut you up with another kiss.

“You look beautiful,” He said, his eyes gentle on yours.

“And you look like a mess.”

“And who’s fault is that?” He glanced down at his crumpled collar where you had grabbed it and initiated the kiss in the first place. You smiled up at his messy hair and his pink cheeks. Then your eyes met again.

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Please.”

And he did so, pulling you closer by the waist. You were so focused on his lips that you hadn’t noticed the voices out in the hallway.

“We just need to get the flyers for–”

The door creaked open. The two of you broke apart. You looked down at the way he had you pressed up on a desk and you choked. It must be an odd sight, seeing the so-called quiet, intimidating student making out with the picture-perfect president of the student council.

And it was Younghoon and Sunwoo–members of said council. Their eyes were wide and their mouths had dropped open. Sunwoo had even let go of the book in his hand, causing a loud thump on the floor. Younghoon’s eyes trailed from both of your spit-slicked, swollen lips down to where you were all up against each other, Hyunjae’s hand still on your waist.

You stared back and Hyunjae only pulled away slightly with a smug smirk.

Sunwoo’s eye twitched. 

“What the fu–” 

#deoboyznet #fics 💞 #requests 💞 #hyunjae fluff #hyunjae x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz scenarios

[badcaseofcasey]

Steddie Soulmate/Met as Kids AU - Part 3 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

a/n: you guys are all too sweet - I'm so glad you're enjoying this little idea of mine, that has now grown into a 5k+ fic - so there's more to come!

Steve started high school with a chip on his shoulder; he’d done well enough in middle school sports that he’d be a shoe-in for JV, if not Varsity. He, Tommy H, and Carol had risen to the top of the pile, and even though they were back to being the new folks on campus, he was fully assuming that high school would be just as easy for him as middle school, at least as far as social standing went.

But as he got used to the new environment, he couldn’t help but notice the feeling of electricity that shot through his veins every so often. At first, he thought he could chalk it up to the sensation of being in a new place surrounded by new people, the hustle and bustle of it all, the independence of finally being a high schooler. It took until lunchtime during their third week of school to realize what the buzzing under his skin really meant.

Steve, Tommy, and Carol had just sat down to eat when Steve’s attention was drawn to a commotion on the other side of the cafeteria.

One of the other students (a sophomore, he thought?) had stood up on one of the tables and was speaking loudly to anyone who would listen. Steve was too far away to make out any of what he was saying, but he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and the buzzing sensation felt like it had been turned up to its highest setting.

“Get a load of Munson,” Tommy scoffed. “What a freak.”

“Munson?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, Eddie Munson,” Tommy explained. “He just moved here to live with his uncle - apparently his dad got thrown in jail and his mom didn’t want him, so he’s with his uncle in the trailer park. My mom heard about it from one of the secretaries at City Hall. Social Services brought him into town.”

“My sister says he’s so weird,” Carol added on. Her sister was a year older than them and Carol had taken to repeating whatever her sister had told her so they could start out high school quote-unquote the right way. “He wasn’t here last year, but he’s already been in detention like, six times for talking back to teachers. She says he’s the definition of trailer trash.”

Steve frowned. He tried to catch a glimpse of Munson’s face to see if he recognized him. Something about the way he captivated a crowd felt familiar. The buzzing sensation under his skin picked up again as Munson’s face turned their way. Steve snapped his eyes back down to the table.

“Whatever,” Tommy said. “He’s not worth our time, anyway.”

“Except for… you know,” Carol whispered, very poorly miming smoking a joint. “Apparently he sells drugs.”

Steve let their conversation wash over him as he pushed the food around on his tray. He had been waiting for the day when he might get to see his soulmate again, desperate to see how he’d grown up, if he still felt magnetic the way he had at the park. Now, it seemed, here he was. But could it really be him?

Part of Steve - the part he hated sometimes - was hoping it wasn’t the same person. The way Tommy and Carol talked about Eddie Munson made it clear that there was no way they’d ever want to hang out with him, even if they did find out that he was Steve’s soulmate.

“Steve?” Carol said. “Are you hearing us?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Munson’s a freak. Not worth our time.”

From then on, Steve was determined to see Eddie as little as possible. He convinced himself that maintaining the status quo and staying on the top of the pecking order was more important than anything else - soulmate or no soulmate.

Sure, he would still see Eddie around. He had a habit of showing up at parties he wasn’t invited to, there on business, as Tommy would jokingly say. Every time, Steve would feel that same rush of energy flowing along his side, where he knew the words hey, you want to fight a dragon with me? were scrawled. But every time, Steve held himself back, resisting the pull of Eddie’s magnet.

Even when Eddie flunked his first try at senior year and they ended up in some of the same classes, Steve did his best to stay away from him. Every so often, Tommy would try to get under Eddie’s skin, making snide comments as they passed in the hall, but Steve made sure they never lingered, reminding Tommy of his words in the cafeteria that day - “he’s not worth our time.”

By the time Nancy Wheeler came into his life, Steve fully believed that he could make a relationship work with someone other than his soulmate. Nancy had her words, too, though she also claimed not to know who they were from. For a while, dating Nancy was easy. It made sense: the handsome jock and the girl next door. If they just tried hard enough, Steve was sure they could have a good life together. People got married who weren’t soulmates all the time. And besides, Nancy made him a better person, and wasn’t that what everyone said your soulmate was supposed to do, anyway?

But then came Halloween, the word bullshit spat out in between sips of punch, and the revelation that Nancy’s words had come from Jonathan Byers, of all people. And Steve was back to being alone.

Or well, not really; because along with Nancy had come a gaggle of kids and the knowledge of things that he thought only existed in horror movies. And even after he and Nancy broke up and all the fighting was over - for now - he still had the distinction of being the best goddamn babysitter in Hawkins, Indiana.

So he had Dustin, and the other kids, and eventually Robin, and he was happy. Content. Eddie was still there, but almost in the same way he had been there before Steve had seen him again in the cafeteria. For now, Eddie was back in his memories. Steve was fine if he never saw his soulmate again - really, he was fine.

He could date, and hookup, and when he needed that feeling of something he would have forever that he could depend on, he could remind himself that he had the kids, and Robin, and Joyce and Hopper, and even Nancy and Jonathan, after a while. It was better this way, to keep that one perfect afternoon with Sir Eddie safe in his head, where no one could touch it.

Steve should have known that befriending a bunch of teenage D&D nerds would eventually come around to bite him in the ass.

Part 4

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#i know - steve's a bit of a dick in this one #but he wouldn't be steve harrington if he weren't a dick in high school #i promise this gets happier eventually #my fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie #soulmate au #met as kids au #Stranger Things #steddie soulmate au

[kalims]

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "it's high-school and it feels like i have a freaking harem."

otome high school au,

parts. one , two , three , remake

characters. jack, trey, ruggie, cater, kalim, azul, sebek, lilia, idia, ortho, rook, and ???.

cw. set in another universe, some things are canon to the original twst timeline but not all, gender neutral reader, pretend we are smart.

🏷 : @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @cupids-chamber @turningmad @twisted-stories @heizis @randomsimpformen @sunsethw4 @a-small-tyrant

note. help I actually forgot to include the shroud brothers 💀 added them last minute

✦ you — the new transfer student whose on a scholarship personally assigned by crowley himself. your presence alone strikes great curiosity to students. but when you're clearly surrounded by many guys full of different, colorful reputations they don't suppose they have a chance to become your freind. or another?

✦ azul ashengrotto — the guy who you see in jade's house whenever you're over (and the guy who just so happens to like you). he supposed the crush thing first was realized when you found an old picture of jade's class. he thought he'd gotten rid of all evidence but guess he was wrong. (he was included there therefore his.. old, shameful self was there.) before he could snatch it, or leave a couple of horrified tears you start laughing and comment on his 'cute little self' and how much you'd like to see more. azul stares at you through blurry eyes and his heart skips for a second. finally when you broke up with jade he'll try his absolute to ensure you experience true happiness. (hopefully with him)

✦ jack howl — a freshman who has great potential to land a regular spot on the team. contrary to your expectations with athletes, jack is much more nicer than anyone you've ever met, suprisingly humble as well. and yes, that's including leona. he's sometimes in your P.E class and he usually comes out on the top of it. in terms of academic he's pretty average so crewel just instructed you to tutor him, that concluded your introduction and now he's giving you tips and lessons to deal with P.E as a thanks for your teachings. (he still hasn't stopped when the period of your tutoring sees its deadline)

✦ trey clover — riddle's bestfreind and the guy whose family owns the bakery right across your house. their family makes the most mouth watering desserts, they're the best. you will never go back on that word even if your peace is often interrupted by the customers piling for a taste across the street. you're so lucky since whenever you just happen to bump to him on the path to school he just hands you a bag of pastries with a handsome smile. (it happened so often that he figured he'd give you some.) and gave you well crafted chocolates on valentines day that had you craving for more. (@honey-milk-depresso this one's for ya)

✦ ruggie bucchi — the boy that saved you from getting your teeth knocked out by leona, and the boy you spend a hefty of time engaging in mischief and unwinding. you can say you're pretty good freinds with ruggie, sometimes being an honor student has its boring moments so why not have fun and let loose with someone like ruggie? as long as you don't get caught it's all definitely alright. to your dismay your streak is promptly interrupted by a professor and now you're both in detention. he's still goofing around out of boredom and sends you a flying airplane made of paper. you unfold it it's contents were 'you're pretty(handsome) ;P' when you look up he's gone.

✦ cater diamond — the 'phone addict' who's always updated on the latest trends and gossip around social media. cater is one of the most strangest people you've met. you're actually addicted to your phone yourself so that makes you both buddies you guessed. he's always happy to text you about how his sisters were tormenting him again, even if you don't reply sometimes. you feel bad because the second you send something to him he's already seen it and typing up a response. you express your regret and all he says is that you could make it up to him by going on a date <3

✦ kalim al asim — a son of a sucessful merchant, that makes him super rich. he is jamil's worst nightmare. to jamil's absolute horror, if you've attracted this many guys you're bound to meet kalim eventually. you first meet the bright boy when he barges into jamil's house in the middle of a tutoring session and goes :0 -> :D when he sees you. (there's a face of regret and horror jamil displays when he sees kalim all over you, in a way he mistook the gesture as a personally interested kinda thing) he's asking questions about your name, what you like and you should think carefully before answering before he actually sends you your (favorite animal)

✦ sebek zigvolt — the boy who screamed about club activities when you were laying with silver. originally he wasn't really the best kind of boy to have around. he's... very loud, and honest. a trait you'd appreciate if he didn't lose all sense of logic when it came to malleus. you're suprised when you find out he personally knows him, and it seems like he is more when you do. tells you he will keep a close eye on you, and to not do anything horrible to "waka-sama" and proclaims you will be his enemy if you do. he already treats you like his, like a stupid disease so you're suprised once again when he displays degrees of concern when you get involved in a chemistry mishap.

✦ lilia vanrouge — a mysterious boy with a punky, rock vibe. you really like what he's done with his hair, strangely enough you can't see him being with a color other than pink. he's apart of the light music club with cater and a few other members and verbally professed his desire to bring you to prom, and he did after asking you with a song. you're well acquainted with him and you'd always thought he'd wanted to go to prom as friends but you doubt it when he asks you if you recall the time you went to prom as 'dates' fondly. he's quite suprised when you tell him you know malleus.

✦ idia shroud — your online best freind. other than epel you'd probably say his name if someone asked who your bestfreind (excluding epel) was. you haven't met him in real life, nor have you seen his face since you've known him for less than three months, you can confidently say he's quite close with you. anyhow. you met idia through an online game after he laughed at you for dying and ended up helping you in the end, which led to adding him as a freind. he helps you with challenges, domains, etc.. sometimes he even bought you using his currency when you told him it was your birthday. he only told you his real name after a month of being freinds. now you're curious to the mysterious third year in the school who strangely has the same first name as your online best freind.

✦ ortho shroud — the little brother of your online best freind. unlike idia, ortho wasn't really that afraid to show himself. if anything he completely contrasts his brother. idia was an introvert, ortho would be considered an extrovert and if there was anything you knew about ortho at all was that he completely adored idia. through begging, and to your dismay. idia managed to convince ortho to not show his face, but rather only his voice. so ortho is some kind of link used for both idia and you whenever he didn't want to talk using his real voice so he usually relayed his messages through ortho and to you. he is also the reason why idia now knows you're the new transfer student on a scholarship.

"finally."

✦ vil schoenheit (???) — a popular celebrity whom you finally encounter after being listed in a play as the lead role. you don't know how, when, or why you've been given the leading role out of all things when you barely know stuff about the theaters. safe to say you're confusedly complying at practices, I mean it's better than just rejecting right? to your absolute shock there's a kiss scene with the love interest of the leading role? who just so happens to be VIL SCHOENHEIT?? and he seems to know just about everything you do, he strikes easy conversations with you that you can't help but be tantalize by his ability. soon enough he'll make sure you're going to be his.

✦ rook hunt — the right hand man of vil, a hunter who knows his way with a string and an arrow. rook is definitely.. unique, is the first thing you think of when you meet the guy. he speaks french, which is an anomaly in itself, a welcome one of course. you'd even go as far as to say that it makes him more attractive. as the right hand of vil, rook is aware of every feeling the star has for you. it's inspiring, it shocks his nerves, it's.. addicting. rook will just about do anything to see that look in vil's eyes once more. how dark... how beautiful! he understands why vil is so interested in you but don't fret, he will take care of you~

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Seat Partners 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader (Classmates AU)

Word Count: 1.6k

Content: Fluff, Miguel being petty, this was self-indulgent

A/N: goodbye, I have barely any time to write but I still wanted to put something out there, I'm gonna disappear for god knows how long again

part 1

Miguel tried his best to stay focused on the novel he was reading. Staying focused was never an issue for a goal-driven person like him but something was different today. He caught himself looking up at the clock every few minutes, anxious about something he couldn’t pinpoint himself either. His fingers tap lightly on the table in a rhythm while he stared at the clock, watching the hour hand make its way back to the top. 

  Many people poured into the classroom around this time. He was one of the only people who would come to class early. When the bell rang, Miguel’s eyes searched for a figure outside in the hallways to no avail. He sighed, staring at the empty seat beside him. 

   You were always on the dot, never late. 

   Did you fall sick?

   Miguel forced himself to divert his attention back onto his novel. 

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    You sat down with a sigh, running your hands through your hair. Miguel subtly glanced over to you from his seat. You had taken off your jacket which was wet, now hung over your chair while you leaned against it. His ears registered the heavy rain pounding against the class’s windows. Miguel played with the corner of his page when he realised that you were late because of the rain. 

   “Detention?” He asked, not looking up from his novel.

     “Strike one” you corrected him with a scowl. 

     “It wasn’t my fault that the stupid bus didn’t come because of the rain. “ you complained. “And you got drenched.” Miguel continued for you. You shook your head, dropping your head onto the table. “Actually, I didn’t mind the rain. At least it was cooling.” You admitted. That caused Miguel to look up, a look of disbelief on his face. He didn't think anyone would like getting drenched. At that exact moment, a memory resurfaced in Miguel’s mind. 

    Miguel had witnessed you in the rain on multiple occasions. There was one particular reason why you caught his eye. Simply because while everyone was trying to evade the rain, running for their lives to the shelters. You walked at a normal pace despite the rain, you took off your glasses and stuffed them into your pockets, as though you were perfectly content with the fact that your clothes were slowly getting soaked through. 

   Then there was the other time when he watched you give up your umbrella to an old lady with her grandson from the class window. You smiled at them, waving goodbye to the little boy before walking into the heavy rain. The water was practically up to your ankles and yet, it didn’t seem to bother you. He then watched as the discipline master reprimanded you for being late, your fists clenched by your sides while you accepted your fate. 

   “Oh I forgot you tend to do that.” He looked back at his novel with an exhale. . You raised your eyebrows, giving him a skeptical look. Miguel cleared his throat, unwilling to elaborate on his comment. You stared at him further, a teasing smile on your face. 

    “Have you been looking at me?”

   Miguel remained silent. You averted your gaze from him, maybe you crossed a line. “Ok, never mind-“ 

   “I was staring at the fool who was willingly getting drenched in the rain,” Miguel replied. You grinned, over the last week, you have come to appreciate his replies no matter what they are. “The first time was curiosity. But the multiple times after that is kinda suspicious Miguel.” Miguel closed his novel, putting it aside to focus his attention on the conversation. “And how do you know that?” Miguel questioned. You narrowed your eyes at him. “You know that I tend to do that. That means you could have only formed that conclusion after you noticed it multiple times.” Miguel stared blankly at you, a small grin tugging on his lips. 

“Ah, so you’re capable of logical reasoning after all.” You clicked your tongue in annoyance at his comment. He chuckled, “That skill will help you in math.” He teased. “Stop trying to change the subject Miguel, I must have hit bullseye huh?” You snarked. Miguel furrowed his eyebrows at you, letting out another sigh. “I saw you give up your umbrella to the old woman and her grandson.” He simply replied. You looked at him blankly, taking the time to recall what he was referring to. “That was years ago, like- two years ago.” The surprise was evident in your voice. You let out a laugh, “I didn’t even know you existed two years ago.” Miguel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “I was in the same class as you.” He deadpanned. “Yeah, but we never talked. I forgot about your existence.”You replied bluntly. 

  Miguel had to physically swallow the lump in his throat. You didn’t need to be that honest. 

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   “You’re so petty, Miguel.” You groaned, trying to peek at his notebook. Miguel was determined to cover his notes from you. “I was just being honest Miguel, We didn’t talk, how was I supposed to remember?” You defended. Miguel sat up straighter, his hand scribbling as he took down notes. 

  “I don’t exist to you anyways.” He said. You groaned out in agony, regretting your choice of words. Ever since you had admitted thast Miguel didn’t leave a strong impression on you he had been acting cold towards you just out of pure pettiness. 

   “Petty Miguel.” You decided to give Miguel a new nickname. “Thank you.” He simply replies, taking no offense to your nickname. You narrowed your gaze at him before you realised that he had misinterpreted your nickname for him. 

  “Petty! Not pretty!” You corrected. His eyes widen and he clears his throat in embarrassment. “You’re really not helping your case.” He retorts instead. You mutter something about his over-inflated ego while you look around class. 

   A grin appeared on your face as you glanced back at Miguel. He was still stubborn as ever, barely even sparing you a glance. You huffed at him, you didn’t need to rely on him. You leaned forward in your chair. “Oscar, Oscar. Can I borrow your notes?” Oscar passed his notes to you, scrawled on loose scraps of paper instead of an actual notebook. “Thanks, you’re a blessing.” You told him, taking his notes. Oscar chuckled, “Tell me if you don’t understand anything.” You nodded, the contrast in character between Oscar and Miguel was astonishing to say the very least. Oscar and you had become close friends since the both of you were constantly being paired up. “It must be fate.” Oscar always joked but it was hard to deny that fate didn’t have a play on this matter when the both of you just so happened to always be sitting near each other or randomly paired up together. You tapped Oscar’s shoulder again, pointing at a section on his notes and questioning him. You noticed Miguel’s head turn towards the both of you while Oscar tried his best to explain his words to you. “I can take it from here,” Miguel interjected, gesturing to the teacher who was eyeing the small commotion in your area. You clicked your tongue in annoyance at Miguel. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Mr. Top of the class can explain it ten times better than me,” Oscar reassured before turning back to face the front. You smiled back at Oscar while you looked at your notes, trying to make sense of it. “So, are you going to ask me any questions or are you just going to stare at the words and hope you magically get an epiphany?” Miguel started sarcastically. “Oh, are you talking to me now?” You feigned shock. “I made your grades my personal responsibility so I guess I have to make sure you’re doing alright.” 

    “Aw, should I thank you for offering me help now and making my grades your personal responsibility? I am so honored.” You said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at you. “You’re welcome, my partner.” He quipped, playing along. Miguel tapped his pen on your table, “Now you treat me as your personal Google and ask me anything you don’t know.”

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    “You’re free right?” Miguel’s voice reached you while you were packing up. You glanced at him suspiciously, first, he admitted that he paid attention to you, secondly, he was patient and cleared up many doubts you had, and now he was asking if you were free? “Let’s study together.” He said, trying to act nonchalant although you noticed him trying to avoid your eye. “It’s a Friday.” You groaned at him. “And?” “Fridays are meant for relaxing.” You told him. “The library is quiet and peaceful, it is perfectly relaxing.” He defended. You narrowed your gaze at him, “I don’t get a say in this do I?” He shook his head, his lips quirking upwards.” Nope.” he popped the ‘p’ in emphasis. You groaned, glancing at the door behind him, calculating the probability of you just running past him and home. “You can’t outrun me.” Miguel shut down your idea as though he could read your mind. As a last resort, you placed your palms together, “Please…? Just let me off this week, I’ll study with you next week.” You pleaded. Miguel chuckled at your antics. “Maybe if you get on your knees and beg me.” 

   Your face flushed at his words, why did you even contemplate doing it? Before you could drop to your knees, he pulled you out of the classroom with him by the handle on your backpack. “I’ll buy you food alright?” He offered instead. 

   “Fine.” You conceded. Your emotions are still in overdrive at his words.

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Highschool AU pt.2

Summary: You and your Brother moved away from Austria because of your parents Divorce, making you attend Northbridge Academy in Exeter, England. On your first day you meet the bullied Simon Riley and the overly extroverted John MacTavish. As if dealing with puberty, sports and your grades wasn't hard enough you fell in love not only with your Bestfriend Simon but also with Johnny, that Johnny was in love with both of you didn't make the Dynamic better

Pt.1

November 1990

As the days passed, you fell into a comfortable routine. You made a point to sit next to Simon in every class, despite Johnny's attempts to claim the seat besides you. You got used to Johnny though; he was funny and surprisingly smart. He even beat you in physics once, which made you incredibly mad. You always wanted to excel in academics; sometimes it felt like it was the only thing you were good at—getting good grades. If you couldn't be good at that, what special thing would be left in you?

"Lizzie, it's just an A, who cares if it's not an A+? You won't die from it," Simon nagged. He never understood your drive to excel in school. He wasn’t bad himself, though; he mostly got Bs, especially in math, history, and chemistry. He had some Cs in English and Housekeeping —claiming it was unimportant for him that he did poorly in sewing. He was right, though; that's why you didn’t pick that incredibly dumb subject and chose advanced German instead, which was like a free pass for you. Unfortunately, you were in the same class as John, the annoying new friend of your brother. He was always so flirty, although he was cute.

"How do you know? Maybe I'll fall dead on the ground in the next second."

"Would be a blessing for some of us," Simon replied. After a few weeks of school, you were surprised to find out that Simon wasn’t like he looked. He wasn’t shy and uncomfortable; he pulled lots of jokes—bad ones—next to you. Worse, his humor was dry and mean, making you chuckle all the time, which he secretly loved.

"You're an idiot, Si."

"And still, I'm your favorite, Lizzie."

"Only because Johnny isn’t a real challenge to you."

"Don’t let Johnny hear that; he will be mad."

"Maybe he needs a bit of an ego shrink," You laughed.

Simon and you walked towards your table. It was like in all those American movies you watched when you were allowed to watch TV. Tiffany and her squad had their own table, and then there were tables full of footballers where Kyle sat most of the time, except when Johnny begged him to sit with you. Michael, like the perfect big brother he was, was always where you were. And where Michael was, John and sometimes Nik would be, if he didn’t spend 90% of his time in detention.

Every Thursday was mail delivery day, the best part of the week. You always looked forward to a letter from Dad. He told you about all the different places he visited for work, and there was always a postcard in the letter. You had over 120 postcards, all placed on the wall of your dorm. At least that made you feel at home. Northbridge Academy wasn’t as bad as you feared at the beginning. The teachers were great, the school was fun, and you had Simon and Johnny. The only downside was my dorm mates. While the boys were more than lucky despite Si complaining about Michael's snoring, they still had a nice group. Meanwhile, you were stuck with Tiffany, Laurie, and Anne in a room, and it was even worse than you imagined.

Simon opened his mail, and his expression changed. He tried to regain his composure quickly, but he couldn't fool me. You knew something was up, so you poked him under the table, trying to get his mail. Surprisingly, he gave it to you without any further resistance, and for once, You wished he hadn’t.

Hello Simon, Im on a camping trip with your Mom and Thomas. Don´t bother coming over the long weekend. We wont be there. Stay at your trust fund school. Dad 

"Si—"

"No, Lizzie." He stood up and left the table, surprising everyone else who hadn’t noticed anything. Typical boys. You followed him into his dorm and sat next to him on the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's not a big deal, Lizzie. They're just on vacation."

"Is it?"

"Lizzie."

"You know you could come with Mich and me. Mom wouldn’t mind at all; she loves hosting people and all that stuff. We can spend more time together, and you don’t need to stay in this musty room—like, really, do you boys even clean?" You laughed at the chaos of the room. Everywhere, there were paint stains, football shoes, and, on what you guessed was Nik’s and John’s bed, an E-guitar was placed.

"Lizzie, it’s okay. You know I can practice a bit before the start of ice hockey season."

"Pleaseeeeeeee." You looked at him with puppy eyes. I needed him to come with me.

"Okay, but only this once." He agreed, and you gave him a big bear hug.

SIMONS POV 

"Whit dae ye mean ye gang hame wi' Ellie?"

"Was invited," I said shortly.

"Was invited too," John chimed in, while he tuned his guitar, making noises not safe for humanity.

"How come is a' body invited 'cept me?" Johnny started to whine. The answer would be easy for anyone with eyes: she doesn’t like his flirting, she is scared of things like this, and asking her to marry him after she gave him a cookie wasn’t the smartest choice.

"I wasn’t invited," Kyle replied shortly.

"You're not invited, Johnny, 'cause ye need to tone it down with my sister. She is only 13; she doesn’t care about boys right now. And asking her at any chance if she wants to marry you makes her scared. Ye don’t know anything about girls, do ye?" That was the most words I've heard from König since, well, ever, but he was right. Johnny needed to tone it down. I didn’t like how Lizzie felt insecure whenever he did it and clung to me. The truth is Lizzie wasn’t afraid of him or anything; she even liked Johnny as a friend. She just thought his advances were jokes. Johnny liked to joke a lot, giving him the reputation of a class clown. And so, his big gestures for her felt like a joke to her, especially since she was so insecure at heart. I just never understood why? She was smart, funny, much cooler than any other girl, and she was pretty, not that I would ever tell that to someone.

"Just trying to be good, König," Johnny muttered.

"If ye weren’t a lovesick little puppy, he’d probably punch you into oblivion," John mentioned.

"You can come too, Johnny," König replied, still giving him the big brother glance.

"Sweet."

"Wait, how do we all fit in a car?" I asked, afraid that Johnny would take my place, and I needed to stay here. But everyone just looked at me weirdly, and I didn’t know why.

The next day, on our way to Lizzie's house, I finally knew why. There was a fucking limousine with black windows, probably bulletproof, like in James Bond movies. A small man in his 50s walked outside of the car wearing a black suit and smiling as he walked towards Lizzie, taking her baggage from her hands.

"He doesn’t look like Lizzie’s Dad," I said. It was true; they didn’t look similar, but still, she hugged him like you’d hug a family member, I guess?

John started to laugh. "You really don’t know a lot about Beth." Beth? Why did he call my Lizzie Beth? That was a shitty name.

"I know a lot about her."

"Not about her world, little one." I hated it when people reduced me for my small frame. I didn’t want to be the skinny short boy walking behind Lizzie all the time in need of her support. At least she didn’t see me that way.

"Si, John, Johnny, that’s Alfred, he is our family, Butler," Lizzie said, smiling at Alfred like he was a family member more than a Butler.

We sat down in the limo. Lizzie, of course, sat next to me, much to the dislike of Johnny. He kinda grew on me, though; he was funny and extroverted, and he wasn’t as posh as Kyle, who was a nice bloke but just didn’t get it. He was always complaining, as if he had problems, of course, he hadn’t. He was rich, good at football, and good-looking.

Lizzie fell asleep after a while, her head resting on my shoulder. I didn’t dare to move for the rest of the ride. She looked so peaceful when she didn’t move her lips and spoke.

"Mate, that's unfair. Why does Lizzie sleep on you instead of me?" Johnny whined, but I ignored him. "I liked her first, brocade and everything, Simon."

"You don’t call dips on my sister, or I'll cut your tongue out," König spoke calmly. He was confusing me; he was mostly silent but always threatened everyone who came too close to Lizzie. He never threatened me though, of course not; no one saw a threat in me.

We arrived at a big white mansion, almost looking like the Buckingham Palace. I knew Lizzie was rich, but this rich? I should probably search Kortac up, what they did, and how her dad must be so rich.

John only shrugged as if it was nothing, making me feel like I was the dumb one. This wasn’t normal; why are they acting like this?

As I stepped into Lizzie's villa, my jaw practically hit the floor. I mean, I've seen big houses before, but this was something else. The entrance was like walking into a palace or something. The marble floors were so shiny

; I could see my reflection in them. And those pillars! They were taller than any trees I've ever seen, reaching up to a ceiling painted with fancy designs that made me feel like I was in a museum.

I couldn't help but gawk as I made my way through the place. The living room was like a dream. Soft, velvet couches and chairs were everywhere, so plush you could practically sink into them. Paintings and tapestries covered the walls, like something out of a history book. And don't even get me started on the fireplace! It was huge, with flames dancing and crackling like something out of a movie. All around were paintings that probably cost more than Mom's salary as a nurse.

The dining room was even more posh. A long, mahogany table stretched out in front of me, set with fancy plates and silverware that looked like they belonged in a museum. A chandelier hung overhead, sparkling with crystals and casting a warm light over everything.

In the kitchen, everything was shiny and new. Stainless steel appliances lined the walls, and there were bowls of fruit and baskets of bread everywhere. It smelled amazing, like something out of a cooking show. Chefs walked around the house; they had fucking chefs? I thought the Butler was much, but they had more staff. Didn’t rich people know how to cook for themselves?

As I wandered around, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I mean, we have a house; it's nice and all, but it's nothing like this. Lizzie's family must be really rich to live in a place like this. But as much as I envied her, I couldn't help but feel grateful that she was my friend, never judging me because of my scholarship like Tiffany did, and by the looks of it, Tiffany wasn’t even half as wealthy as Lizzie and König are.

"Mutter, Vater, Ich dachte Papa ist in Salzburg gerade," König said. He sounded more confident when he spoke German.

Lizzie's parents looked like nice people; her Dad was the tallest man I've ever seen and looked a bit intimidating, while her mom looked a lot like Lizzie herself, just older.

"Dein Vater hat gehört, ihr kommt hier her und ist direkt gekommen," her dad replied.

"Also, seid ihr nicht wieder zusammen?" Lizzie’s voice sounded so different in German, but she still sounded nice and soft.

"Nein, und sprech Englisch, das ist unhöflich gegenüber deinen Gästen," her mom scolded, her voice too loud for the small room.

"So, who do we have here?" Lizzie’s father asked curiously.

"I'm John Price, sir."

"Oh, like William Price?"

"Yes, that's my old man."

"We worked together quite a bit for his campaign."

"Wait, my dad worked with Kortac?" John lost the color of his face, and I really needed to know what the fuck Kortac is.

"I'm Johnny MacTavish."

"Well, didn’t hear of your family," Lizzie’s dad mustered Johnny.

"Richard, be nice," Lizzie’s mom scolded, in a tone too loud for the room. "Okay, and you are?" She gestured to me.

"Simon Riley, nice to meet you both, sir," I replied politely, shaking his hand, only to get my hand crushed.

As I followed Lizzie's family into the dining room, I couldn't believe my eyes. The table was like something out of a fancy restaurant, but way bigger. There were so many dishes spread out that I had never seen or tried before. I mean, I knew what a salad was and some of the other stuff, but there were these little black things in jars that Lizzie's dad called "caviar." I had no idea what that was, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it, so I tried a tiny bit. It was salty and kinda strange, definitely not like anything I'd ever eaten. Johnny looked as confused as me; of course, the academy had fancy food, but this was weird. And so much different from what mom cooked for us, and I longed for her lasagna right now.

Then there were all these different forks and spoons and knives laid out next to the plates. I was used to just one fork and one spoon at home, but here, it was like a whole set of tools just for eating. I glanced over at Lizzie, who noticed my confusion and tried to discreetly explain which fork to use for which course. But I could tell I was still getting it wrong.

Lizzie's family seemed used to all this fancy stuff, chatting away as they effortlessly used their array of utensils. Meanwhile, I was struggling not to knock over a glass or use the wrong fork. Her mom smiled kindly at me and offered some advice on what to try next, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. John and König, of course, knew how to act. I noticed how Lizzie’s dad liked John, but Lizzie’s mom definitely liked me.

It was strange; they were so familiar with each other, chatting at dinner and laughing, listening to Lizzie ramble about the school teaching shitty German. It was so different than at home; no one screamed, no one cried, and, most importantly, no one punched each other.

Johnny and I slept in one of the various guest chambers, and it was so comfortable, the best sleep I've ever had until I heard Lizzie scream from next door. I ran towards her room; I didn’t know what was wrong, but I needed to find out.

She lay in her luxurious room, whining and shaking in her sleep. I always thought rich families like these never had any problems, but here she was having night terrors.

I sat next to her in bed, brushing my hand towards her silky hair. "I'm here, Lizzie, everything is good."

"Please don’t kill me; I don’t know anything," she cried, and then König walked in, pushing me to the side while grabbing her in his bulky arms, whispering to her something in German until she calmed down and slept peacefully again. Now, all of us stood in her room. I just wanted to comfort Lizzie, telling her everything would be fine again.

"What was this?" John asked.

"Nightmares."

"That’s more than nightmares, mate," Johnny said, earning a death glare from König. I didn’t know what I thought, but I stood up and walked towards her bed again, cuddling her like Mom and Dad always did. For the first time, I could protect someone, and I’d protect her like she protected me.

"LEAVE."

"No, she is my best friend; I won’t leave." Slowly, after minutes, John and Johnny climbed into Lizzie’s bed. All of us wanted to comfort the girl who gave us everything every day. And so all five of us played together in the bed, eager to protect her from whatever haunted her. It was nice; having her in my arms was the last thought before I slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #call of duty #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #john price #captain john price #simon riley x you #john soap mactavish #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost fanfiction #john mactavish x reader #johnny #kyle garrick #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #alternate universe #high school #dark academia #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare

[shadowyricecake]

Exploding butterfly shrooms

⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ⊹ ۪ ﾟ｡⋆☾ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ｡⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ⊹ ۪ ﾟ｡⋆☾ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ｡⊹ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫

Hogwarts au ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Jay x reader SNEAK : Rivals Y/n & Jay? Detention = torture. But a forbidden forest adventure & a hungry Bugbear spark something unexpected... maybe even love? WARNING: This story contains mentions of bugbears, blood sucking creatures, and close calls in the Forbidden Forest. Proceed with caution...or a Patronus Charm at the ready ━━━━★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

‎‧₊˚✧["So It's Now Or Never, Isn't It?"]✧˚₊‧

"Merlin's beard! That pitch!" I hollered, practically sprinting towards the Quidditch field with my team trailing behind. A week of wrangling with the booking gnomes, and finally, the pitch was ours... or so I thought! Those slimy Slytherins, of course, occupying the pitch at our precious time slot!

"PARK JONGSEONG!" I bellowed, my voice reaching octaves previously unknown. The smug git himself, with his signature infuriating smirk, sauntered over.

"Well, well, well," I began, frustration bubbling like a cauldron on high heat. "Isn't this a surprise? Our appointed hour, and here you Slytherins are, playing house on our pitch!"

Park just chuckled, that annoying, arrogant sound that could curdle milk. "Not anymore, it seems, Gryffindor."

"Not anymore? What d'you mean, 'not anymore'? I booked this pitch ages ago! Get your broomsticks and yourselves off this turf, or Madam Hooch will be hearing all about it!"

Park feigned a dramatic gasp, clutching his robes. "Oh no, please, Gryffindor, don't tell Madam Hooch! Whatever will become of me?" he whimpered in a sickeningly sarcastic voice. His little team, of course, erupted in laughter, the sound like hyenas feasting on a particularly juicy Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

Frustration bubbled over. This weasel wasn't stealing our pitch without a fight. "Tarantallegra!" I shouted, aiming for Jay's kneecaps. But the weasel dodged like a greased ferret. The next thing I knew, spells were flying faster than a rogue bludger in a crowded match. Let's just say Park puts up a decent fight.

Our little(not-so-little) duel attracted quite the crowd – students, ghosts (probably Peeves, placing bets), even a couple of professors with that "not this again" look on their faces – even Professor McGonagall materialized out of thin air, looking like she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"ENOUGH!" she roared, her voice cracking like a whip. We both froze, wands sputtering. "Detention! Three weeks! No arguments!" she declared before turning to the gawking crowd. "Don't you all have classes to be in ? Shoo!" ”Now both of you, off to my office before I take anymore points from your precious houses!”

We stood there, glaring at each other like grumpy pixies guarding their treasure, detention looming over our heads like a Dementor's kiss

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(In Professor McGonagall's office)

"He started it!" I protested, the injustice burning a hole in my pocket.

"You jinxed me first!" Park countered, a pout forming on his face.

"Only because you stole our pitch!" I retorted, my voice rising.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to if—"

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall interjected, her voice like nails on a chalkboard.

"You two cause more mayhem than a pack of pixies on sugar quills! Settle this like civilized witches and wizards, or I'll be stripping you both of your precious Quidditch captaincies !”

That escalated quickly. Looks like I had a choice to make – swallow my pride and work with Park, or say goodbye to leading the Gryffindor Quidditch team to victory. We slunk out of the office. Park opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"Look, I don't have time for this, and I definitely don't want to lose my captaincy."

"Neither do I," Park grumbled.

"So, truce?" I sighed, extending a hand towards him.

Park stared at it for a moment, then shook it… but not before shooting a stinging hex at my palm with a smirk. "Did you not hear Professor McGonagall, Potter? Dimwitted as ever, I see.”

Jay, the rotten scoundrel, just grinned. Looks like this whole "working together" thing was going to be a real laugh riot.

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Three days into our shared detention purgatory, and I already wanted to shove a Snitch up Park's nose. Professor McGonagall, in a cruel twist of fate, decided to make our schedules identical for "maximum cooperation." Joy. That meant I was stuck with his pointy-haired self from sunrise to curfew. I'm stuck with Jay for the entirety of every day, from Herbology to bloody History of Magic (turns out Park's idea of polite is asking if I want my fingernails clipped… with his wand).

So here I am, chilling in the Hidden Garden (well, not exactly hidden, but most students are oblivious) . Mealtimes are the only escape from Park's annoyingly perfect presence. As I lie here contemplating the wonders of the cosmos (and how much I loathe jay), it dawns on me – this all started in second year, when we were both Seekers with a competitive streak a mile long. Ever since then, it's been non-stop bickering.

Maybe it's because he's got it all – looks, quidditch skills, top grades (the git). Me? Well, at least I'm good at Quidditch and jinxing self-important Slytherins. The rest is, well, a work in progress.

As I drifted off under the warm sun, an object landed on my chest. A… sandwich? I looked up to see ………..Jay ? , his expression unreadable.

"Last time you offered me food, I ended up in the hospital wing," I said, eyeing the sandwich with suspicion. "Not falling for that again, Park."

"Relax, I didn’t do anything to it. It's just a sandwich. We need to be able to tell Flobberworms from decent ones for detention, remember? Besides, if you faint from hunger, I'll have to do all the work."

"Why would you care?" I scoffed.

"Care about you? Don't be ridiculous , if you faint from hunger, I'll have to do all the work. This is purely out of self-preservation." ”Sure, Park. Whatever you say”

But maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of something… not-completely-unpleasant in his eyes. Nah. Must be the fumes from the greenhouses or maybe the Hungarian Horntail droppings they made us clean up.

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Detention with in the forbidden forest? Sign me up! This time, we weren't stuck weeding Herbology greenhouses or scraping Flobberworm mucus off toadstools (although, knowing our luck, that was probably next). I practically skipped alongside Hagrid, a giddy smile plastered on my face to snag some Exploding Shrumpheads – those funky fungi used in Fire-Protection Charms. Meanwhile, Jay shuffled behind us like a lost Puffskew.

"Alright, you lot," Hagrid boomed, his voice somehow even louder than usual in the eerie silence of the forest. "Remember, stick close, and those Burst-Caps you're after? Grab 'em quick and careful. Nasty little buggers can give you a right singin' in the ears if you don't handle 'em proper."

Jay, raised an eyebrow. "But Hagrid, where are you going? Aren't you supposed to, you know, supervise us or somethin ?"

Hagrid scratched his beard, a thoughtful look on his massive face. "Well, now, there's a bit of a... situation with Fang and a particularly plump Hippogriff down by the lake. Shouldn't take long, though! You lot just be good and I'll be back before you can say 'Flibbertigibbet!'" With that, he vanished into the oppressive darkness of the forest, leaving us bathed in an unsettling silence .

"Let's just get this over with," Jay grumbled, carefully plucking a mushroom.

He clearly wasn't thrilled. A smug smile played on my lips. "Scared, are you?"

He shot me an irritated look before returning to his task. We worked in eerie silence, broken only by the hooting of owls and the rustle of unseen creatures. As I approached a tree brimming with mushrooms, a sudden yank pulled me back. A hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my scream. Panic jolted through me, but a familiar cologne told me it was Jay.

"Don't move," he whispered urgently in my ear. "Blood-sucking Bugbear."

Peeking through the leaves, I saw it – a hulking monstrosity with razor-sharp claws tearing into a deer antler. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen in a textbook. Pure terror locked my legs in place.

Jay grabbed me, leading us away with silent urgency, but with a sickening crunch, one of us stepped on a Bursting Mushroom. The resulting explosion covered us with burns and spores ,echoed through the trees, and the Bugbear whipped its head towards us, glowing red eyes fixated on its new prey. We were trapped, the forest alive with a new kind of fear. Run. That was the only thought in our heads. We sprinted through the dense undergrowth, dodging rocks and branches, the Bugbear's roar a terrifying symphony of hunger close behind.

Suddenly, Jay scooped me up and hurled us both onto a thick branch high above the forest floor. We clung to the tree , gasping for breath, as the Bugbear lumbered below, searching for us with its glowing red eyes. Fear, cold and primal, coiled in my gut. Our breaths came in ragged gasps as we hear the Bugbear's frustrated roars echoing around us. Some time passed as we tried to settle our racing hearts and ragged breathing .

I registered our position. I was pressed against Jay's chest, his arm wrapped protectively around me. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his, his own racing beneath my cheek. The terror had morphed into something else – a strange awareness of him, of the warmth radiating from his body… But that could wait. Right now, all that mattered was escaping the hungry beast below.

╰─ - ̗̀ entry will update soon… ░༄ quote. 🥡

┆🥘┆🍙 ┆🍮 ✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: .✦ . :★. ───✧ ☆ "quote"

#enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen jay #park jongseong #jay ff #jongseong x reader #jay enhypen #Hogwarts #jongseong ff #enhypen hogwarts au #enhypen jay ff

[scoops-aboy86]

I just want to preface this by saying that no, Steve is not being subtle, and yes, Eddie is being intentionally obtuse. He thinks he has to, to protect his heart. And at this point it's just part of his Munson Doctrine to try and pretend that he never cast that love spell at all.

Anyway, is it a date if no one says the word date and neither of them want to assume it's a date and get their heart broken but it feels like a date and they both want it to be a date, but then Eddie has to go meet up with the head cheerleader about some drugs?

Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 of the love spell no go au

It’s surprisingly easy for Eddie to relax into just enjoying whatever time he gets with Steve. Yeah, Steve is still a little intense about his exercise regimen, he’s lost that extra cuddliness that looked so good on him, and Eddie is still kind of worried about how tightly wound the guy is after Starcourt, but… things are okay. Good, even. 

Eddie is still a little unsure of the line between friendship and magical influence, but Robin makes a good buffer. She’s a good check for what is and isn’t appropriate for close friends. (...Sometimes. He once walked in on them both shirtless and comparing freckles to try and decide if any of them looked precancerous, and Eddie will not be doing that.)

Every morning Steve gives Eddie and Robin a ride to school. Eddie doesn’t need to carpool, since he has his van, but Steve started by insisting that it wasn’t out of his way and then quickly escalating to parking behind the van before Eddie usually even rolled out of bed. He’s… not a morning person. Actually, Steve is probably the sole reason that Eddie isn’t constantly in detention for first period tardiness this year; just the prospect of seeing that beautiful face first thing is motivation enough to start the day with only minimal grumbling. It also saves gas, and therefore gas money. Some of that goes to Steve, obviously—and here it was Eddie’s turn to have to get creative about secreting the extra cash into Steve’s In-Car Coin Jar. 

No, seriously, that’s what’s written on it in permanent marker. That was the kids’ doing, Eddie has been informed. He believes it, too, because some of said kids have joined Hellfire and those little shits think they’re sooo clever. Any time he’s able to take them down a peg on campaign nights, he’s on the phone with Steve after dinner to tell him all about the freshmen’s demise and subsequent reactions. 

And Dustin specifically, Jesus H Christ. The kid talks about Steve almost as much as Eddie thinks about him, though he plays it snarky and sarcastic and know-it-all in Steve’s actual presence, like an obnoxious younger brother. How had he missed Dustin back during the Scoops Ahoy days? 

(He says that out loud exactly once before realizing his mistake: breaking the cardinal rule of No Referencing Starcourt. For some reason, Steve can’t look at Robin without getting a pinched, guilty look for a whole hour.)

Anyway. Saving gas money means he doesn’t have to deal as much, which in some ways means saving even more gas money. It means more free time for his new friends to force him to study, without interfering with Hellfire or band practice. Robin helps him review the material and make sense of his own chicken scratch notes (or, more often, lets him crib off hers), and Steve is in charge of making flash cards and quizzing both of them. 

Flash cards are serious business, apparently, because whenever Robin yells out an answer before he’s finished reading the question he flicks the card at her face in exaggerated annoyance. Eddie thinks it’s cute, even more so when he gets the same treatment for wondering out loud if they should phrase their answers in the form of questions, like on Jeopardy. 

For every sixty flashcards Eddie answers correctly, Steve lets him talk for an hour about what happened at Hellfire’s most recent dnd night or plans he has for the next session. It’s an amazing motivator, not least because Steve actually asks questions that, while sometimes getting things a little mixed up, really do show he’s listening. And if Steve sometimes accidentally lets the hour run long, or gets wrapped up in a storyline so much that he actually turns up in the drama room on Friday nights like a housewife with her afternoon soaps, Eddie tries not to read too much into that. (The kids love it, despite Mike pretending not to. The rest of the Hellfire guys are skeptical, but gradually relax as they see how avidly Steve follows along, quiet so as not to interrupt and never bullying anybody.)

Between the constant reviewing and flashcards, by spring Eddie is army crawling his way to finally passing all his classes this time. ‘86 is going to be his year. So yeah, things are good. 

And then, suddenly, they aren’t. 

“You want,” Eddie says slowly, “to what?”

“Go to the championship game,” Steve repeats, leaning casually against Eddie’s locker between fifth and sixth periods. He’s not supposed to be here, he graduated, why the hell would anyone come back to this shithole? Besides, he should be at Family Video, finishing his shift. He’s still got the green work vest on, for fuck’s sake! “Come on, man, I come to watch your games sometimes.”

“Campaigns,” Eddie can’t help but interject on autopilot. 

Steve snaps his fingers and points at him, as though Eddie has just made a valuable contribution to his argument. “Exactly. And I don’t play basketball anymore, but this is the first time Hawkins has made it to the championship finals in years. It’s going to be an awesome game.” The smile on Steve’s face is, for once, not tinged by the shadow of what’s been haunting him since last summer, and that alone is going a long way towards melting Eddie’s defenses. “So, come with me?”

And. Eddie still feels like he’s having some sort of stroke, blinking dumbly at Steve’s big hazel puppy dog eyes. Is this what being asked on a date is like?

Is that what this is?

He’s not so dumbstruck that he doesn’t hear himself mumbling some sort of agreement, but… it’s not like he’d ever realistically expected something like this to happen in Hawkins. Or with Steve—because daydreams didn’t count. 

But also, Steve never says the word date. Eddie is listening really hard for it, just in case. Even though no guy in their right mind would ask another guy out in the middle of a crowded high school hallway. As it is, they’re already drawing stares that range from puzzled to incredulous. 

“Wait,” he manages finally, “is this because I told Henderson and Wheeler to find an alternate and they called you?”

Steve snorts. “No, this is because Sinclair called me after the semi-finals last night to tell me the team is moving on to the final game.” And then he smirks. “But yeah, Dustin did call, the little butthead. You should probably let them know that Hellfire is rescheduled after all. And, hey, if you need to move it to a night the drama room isn’t available, you guys can always play at my house.”

“What? I mean—Really?”

“Yeah man, my parents are never home so it’s cool.”

“What’s cool?” Robin’s voice asks, quickly followed by Robin herself crowding in and propping an elbow up on Steve’s shoulder as she joins him against the locker. Which Eddie still needs to get into, if he wants to take his textbook to chem class, but that’s really not what he’s focused on right now. 

Since Eddie is still slack-jawed with surprise, Steve answers. “Hellfire at House Harrington,” he says, with a goofy grin that says he’s pleased with the amount of alliteration he’d managed to achieve, like a fucking dork. Eddie loves him so much—for the offer, for that grin, for just the willingness to be seen with the Freak of Hawkins High on school grounds. 

Unexpectedly, Robin’s eyes light up. “You finally—ow!” Steve, grin going a little fixed, had elbowed her unprotected side where she was leaning on his shoulder. She angles herself out of further striking range, and flashes a matching fixed grin Eddie’s way. “I mean, that’s great! Because, like, those old school rooms are probably loaded with asbestos and, uh, lead paint. Steve’s dining room is a much healthier environment!”

… Okay, so whatever Steve is doing here, he’s talked to Robin about it. Eddie isn’t sure if that makes the date possibility more or less likely, because sometimes he feels like she has a vibe, but he has nothing concrete to stand on. Better to just assume it’s a friendly sharing of interests rather than more and ending up screwing everything up. 

Jeff is in chemistry with him, and at the end of the period Eddie feigns magnanimously changing his mind to grant the club’s three freshmen a reprieve. There is absolutely no way Jeff buys it, but Eddie knows that’s still what will filter down to the underclassmen rather than any speculation on the truth. Which is good, but Eddie doesn’t have time to worry about that… He’s too busy worrying about this sudden commitment to attend a school sporting event, surrounded by his so-called peers and the pearl-clutching parents of Hawkins, hopefully without getting tripped in the bleachers or a tray of hot gooey nachos put on his seat right before he sits down. 

Here’s the thing.

Steve has been braced for something to happen the rest of the summer. He’s been braced all through October and November. All of his training is focused on speed and endurance, because the monsters are fast and the tough bastards are hard to put down. He’s slimmed down, remembering how it had felt to sneak through the Russian base and crouch behind random crates, and built up his arm muscles until he can just about splinter a regular baseball bat on a tree trunk in the woods. 

But now he’s tense because he just asked Eddie out on a date without calling it a date. He wants it to be a date and he’s nervous like it’s a date, but it only counts as a date if both people know, and… Eddie is hard to read. Sometimes Steve thinks Eddie wants to kiss him, and other times he’s punching Steve on the arm and calling him man, which is either mixed signals or Steve is just bad at this. He’d believe either, really. 

It doesn’t start like a date. Steve rushes back to Family Video because he’d used most of his lunch break driving to the school and waiting at Eddie’s locker for the bell between classes to ring. After he finishes his shift and clocks out, he rushes home, rushes through a shower—does not rush through styling his hair for the evening—and meets Eddie in the parking lot outside the gym. Nothing special, just parks beside the van and peeks in to find Eddie smoking a joint with all the windows rolled up. . 

“The last time I went to a school function, I got egged,” Eddie tells him, “so this is for my nerves.”

Steve wants to track down whoever did that and punch them. “That’s not going to happen tonight,” he promises. 

Eddie pretends to swoon, falling back on the floor of the van while also waving Steve inside. “So valiant! Good sir knight, you honor me with your pledge of protection. You have earned your toke, should you wish such a favor.”

“You’re so weird,” Steve mutters affectionately, He leans in far enough to grab Eddie’s hand with the joint and bring both towards him, taking the hit without taking the roll up. If his lips graze Eddie’s fingers and both of their faces are a little redder than usual afterwards, it’s easy to blame on the chill of the spring evening. 

And the game is good! Maybe Steve is a little nervous and over buys at the concession stand, but Eddie just grins and claims the Red Vines. Tammy Thompson puts in an appearance, Eddie whispering “What the fuck, she couldn’t hold a tune if someone put it in a bucket for her” and Steve reviving his excellent Muppet impression joke (which hopefully Robin will think is smooth when he gives her a rundown of how the not-date goes). Steve spots Dustin and Mike in the crowd and points out the back of their heads to Eddie, adding when Lucas is called off the bench, “See? It’s good that you rescheduled, otherwise his best friends would’ve missed this. That’s like… Frodo going to Mordor, but Sam couldn’t come because he has a gardeners conference to go to instead.”

Something in Eddie’s eyes sparks. “You’ve read Lord of the Rings?”

Robin has been reading them aloud to him lately, as practice for ‘speaking endurance’ for her speech and debate elective. It helps Steve get in the zone when he’s doing reps in the basement.

By the time the final buzzer beater comes along, they’re partway through constructing an elaborate Lord of the Rings basketball metaphor where the ball is the ring, traveling is like putting the ring on, the opposing team’s hoop is Mount Doom and the hoop on the Hawkins side is either Minas Tirith or the Shire—they can’t agree on which. But it’s all forgotten for that final shot, Eddie sitting up tall and alert to see what happens right along with Steve. 

Whooping and high fiving when Lucas makes the winning shot. “Score one for the school freaks,” Eddie declares, but only loud enough for Steve to hear in the crowd. 

After waving to Lucas (who does a double take to see Eddie there, flashing his devil horned grin over Steve’s shoulder), they drift back to their vehicles. At first Steve thinks, heart in his throat, that Eddie is dawdling on ending the night because it’s a date for him too, but—

“I kinda have a sale to make,” Eddie says apologetically, looking down at his sneakers as he kicks at a crack in the asphalt. “Back at my place, but I, uh, have to give her a ride.”

Her. Steve immediately feels stupid. Her her her. Of course this wasn’t a date. They’re just friends, and Eddie had postponed Hellfire but obviously had plans for after that are still in place, and Steve has just been living in this little bubble of queerness that consists of just him and Robin—population of two, not three. 

“Yeah, sure man. Have a good night, I’ll see you later,” Steve rushes out. He hops in his car and drives off, running a hand through his hair, the nachos and couple concession stand hotdogs he'd made quick work of during the game to quell his nerves sitting heavy in his stomach. 

Leaving Eddie, who had just been about to ask Steve if he wanted to tag along or something, because if Chrissy wants to take the special K immediately there’s no one Eddie trusts more than Steve to help look out for her and make sure it’s not a bad trip. Or, if she doesn’t, at least hang out and smoke up after dropping her off wherever she wants to go next. 

The abrupt departure stings, but it actually ends up not being the worst thing that happens to Eddie that night.

Tag list (comment to be added): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth

Part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

#love spell no go au #wg steddie #scoops words #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #rip chrissy cunningham 😔

[exchangestudentnova]

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒊 13 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 (𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉) 𝒑𝒕 1

Features: The blue lock characters (including the manga characters) in an AU where they are members in the organization called Gotei 13 present in the anime Bleach.

IMPORTANT: I DO NOT OWN THE ART, credits go to the original owner (the original artist: @/fun1_fn on Twitter). This post is inspired by the art work above! I found these and thought it'll be fun to write about a cross over of my two favourite anime!

[ 1st DIVISION ] COMMAND

Role: Dealing with Soul Society law and monitoring the other divisions. Even subordinate members of the First Division are considered model Shinigami.

Characters: Noel Noa, Lavinho, Chris Prince, Marc Snuffy, Julian Loki

Explanation: All members of division 1 have great strength and power. They hold authority over the other divisions. As these characters have enough knowledge and experience to serve as coach/masters and guide the other players, they would definitely be first division members.

[ 2nd DIVISION ] SPECIAL FORCES / ASSASSINATION AND UNDERCOVER OPERATIONS

Role: They handle all undercover operations regarding Seireitei security. Members are tasked with assassination, policing, detention and message couriers.

Characters: Chigiri Hyoma, Asahi Naruhaya, Eita Otoya, Tabito Karasu

Explanation: These characters are known for their skills which will be benefit them to carry out assassinations.

[ 3rd DIVISION ] INTELLIGENCE AND INFORMATION

Role: Responsible of the act of sending out shinigami to gather information. They are also the ones that sort all outgoing and incoming information.

Characters: Meguru Bachira, Jyubei Aryu, Alexis Ness

Explanation: Bachira and Aryu are energetic characters that would love to go out to gather information while Ness seems the type of guy to gather info convertly.

[ 4th DIVISION ] MEDICAL ASSISTANCE AND SUPPLY

Role: They are responsible for both treating the injured and doing most of the manual labor, such as cleaning the Seireitei. The 4th Division administers emergency first aid to injured division members.

Characters: Okuhito Iemon, Nijiro Nanase, Yo Hiori

Explanation: These characters have a gentle nature, which is best suited for the 4th division.

[ 5th DIVISION ] KIDOU CORPS / KIDOU TACTICS AND CONTROL

Role: They are responsible for all sealing and magical workings inside Soul Society, as well as recording and storing any new kidou.

Characters: Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi

Explanation: Being a member of this squad requires an in depth knowledge of Kido. High level Kido is something not everyone can perform, so these characters are well suited because of their academic level.

[ 6th DIVISION ] INTERNAL AFFAIRS

Role: They handle all of Gotei 13's internal affairs, such as monitoring shinigami activity and handling any disturbances. They are responsible for apprehending shinigami that breaks Soul Society laws and detaining criminal offenders until they are judged.

Characters: Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi

Explanation: These characters have a good head on their shoulders, they will do well in this division.

[ 7th DIVISION ] SEIREITEI-RUKONGAI DIPLOMACY

Role: The 7th Division maintains peace between Seireitei and Rukongai. When souls have complaints/suggestions/questions, they sent to the 7th Division where it is read, ignored, taken into consideration and decided upon.

Characters: Zantetsu Tsurugi, Ranze Kurona

Explanation: They are smart enough to handle diplomacy issues.

P.S : Ahhh I so happy I wrote this! This was on my mind for quite a while now and I finally wrote it down! All the above information was taken from the blue lock/ bleach wiki pages as well as some other sources as well. Btw did you guys know that in bleach, only the 6th Division members play actual football? Toshiro did play once but only in the beginning.

Part 2

#blue lock #blue lock anime #bleach #bllk #bleach gotei 13 #gotei 13 #anime crossover #noel noa #lavinho #chris prince #marc snuffy #julian loki #chigiri hyoma #asahi naruhaya #blue lock naruhaya #blue lock otoya #blue lock karasu #blue lock bachira #blue lock aryu #blue lock ness #reo mikage #sae itoshi #blue lock kurona #rin itoshi

[wolfstargazer]

My brand

Quiet. Full of love and sadness. Slowest of slow burns. Lingering glances. Misunderstandings. Missed opportunities. Sexual tension. Era-accurate. Canon considerate. Friendship. Romance. Angst. Drama. Bittersweet. Nostalgia. Flashbacks. Dreams. Some OCs. Teen Marauders. Adult Wolfstar. First Wizarding War focus. Mostly T & M rating. A safe, still place full of tenderness.

Master list

Wolfstargazer Microfics (31/? | 9,739 | Ongoing) Wolfstar-centric microfics created in response to Wolfstar Microfic and other prompts on Tumblr.

Patient Potions Master (15/15 | 28,915 words | Complete) It is the beginning of another week during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts and tempers are once again tested during Double Potions. How will Harry cope with a week's worth of detentions? And will what is revealed during these detentions help him to accept Sirius' death? Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered (1/1 | 2,584 words | Complete | Remus Lupin Fest 2024) It is the Marauders final year at Hogwarts and the Graduation Ball is fast approaching. But Remus doesn't know how to dance. Luckily, he has just the friend to show him.

More about me below the cut

About me

30+, first Gen Wolfstar shipper and Maraudra-era fanfic writer from England. I work full time, study part time, and have three cats. My pronouns are she/her. I'm a neurospicy, ENFJ, triple Scorpio.

Why am I back?

I'm returning to the fandom after a long hiatus to edit and re-post my ancient fics. I will also be creating new work with the Marauders and the First Wizarding War at their heart.

I am currently dusting off the cobwebs by editing some ancient fics and dabbling in microfic writing.

What not to expect from my work?

All out smut. AU. Crossover. Wild canon divergence. Modern-day Marauders. Reader insertion. RPF. All out fluff. Muggle Marauders. Omegaverse.

What pairings can you expect?

My content focuses on the characters of Remus and Sirius. Their relationship, as friends, enemies and more is at the heart of what I write. Other pairings, romantic or otherwise, may be depicted.

Some final things -

My personal perspective of the characters and my headcanon has been formed over 20+ years in the fandom. As such, my perspectives are shaped by my experiences. These may sometimes differ to others, and those of new gen fans. I respect all fans to interpret characters any way they chose, and hope others will treat my content the same.

I do not endorse the views of J.K. Rowling in anyway. Her views are very painful to me and for a long time I had to step back from the fandom as a result. I want my blog and content to be a safe space, for myself and for others. This is my escape from the world.

I have not read All The Young Dudes. I had stepped back from the fandom for sometime when the fic exploded. I am grateful that so many people have found a route into the Marauder-era fandom through this work. I support all fellow creators of content who shape the world and characters in ways that speak to them.

Finally - if you want to know what it was like in the HP, Marauder-era, Wolfstar fandom trenches in the 2000s this article is a great starting point. Alternatively, ask me anything.

#mauraders #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #marauders era #remus x sirius #the marauders #sirius black #hp fanfic #fanfic #fandom #comingoutofretirement #aboutme #hp #hpmarauders #padfoot #moony #moony x padfoot

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Takes place two years after the battle of hogwarts

AN: requests are open for this. You can specify from which house you want the reader (or even Aemond) to be along with a preferred trope and I will do my best to write what you've asked for as a one shot :)

Part 1

You smiled slightly as you looked around the Slytherin common room, every one hollering and cheering for the quidditch team as they strode in, the captain proudly hoisting up the cup that they'd won with a content grin on his face.

Their green uniforms were wet from the rain, mixed with the stench of their sweat that no one really seemed to care about as they went to hug the team, some of the lads lifting them on to their shoulders as the cheers grew louder and louder.

You were impressed by how well all of them played, though not too happy about having to sit through the rain; and as much as you wanted to admire each and every member of the team for their amazing victory, your eyes seemed to always wander back to the team's captain- Aemond Targaryen.

The Targaryens were distant cousins of the Malfoys, their hair making that much obvious. The only thing that set them apart, keeping aside their comparatively larger sum of wealth, was their purple eyes.

Aemond Targaryen was a rather popular bloke, not only in his year or house. He was known to be one of the school's heartthrobs, someone who was used to finding letters or sweets from his admirers in his dorm room. Despite all the attention, the year seven student was rather grounded; always keeping a low profile. His mysterious and stoic nature made him all the more attractive to the girls.

In his earlier years at Hogwarts, Aemond was always known to be the one who was sent to detention for getting into fights with some of the younger students, his main target being Luke Velaryon. But as time went on, he eventually simmered down and learned how to keep his temper in check.

You too couldn’t deny he was rather dashing, despite the lack of an eye that was always hidden away beneath his eye patch. He stood six feet tall with the most beautiful silvery-white hair that reached his shoulders, which he most of the time tied back in a half up-half down fashion. But you being you, would never admit that you found him attractive out loud. You wouldn’t give him that additional ego boost.

Aemond looked your way, catching your stare and sending you a wink that made you chuckle and roll your eyes.

You and Aemond were friends; not close friends, just classmates. You were once paired together in transfiguration class in your third year and then again made to work together in defence against the dark arts class in your fifth year, after which the both of you began to talk each time you walked to class. Sometimes you both would study together in the library, barely making any conversation unless one of you had a question regarding the material you were studying. Aemond was a complete gentleman, perhaps sometimes a little too snarky for you but he was sweet, never giving you a reason to dislike him.

"I see you’re smiling, Y/N" Aemond spoke to you with a grin after he'd pushed past the rowdy crowd around the rest of the team "have I finally managed to impress you with our victory?"

"The only thing that would impress me is if you manage to surpass my grade in potions class," you said with a shrug, playfully reminding him that you were top of your class in that subject "I don’t see how you winning a quidditch match is going to aid you when you have to find a job in the ministry of magic"

"Oh I'm going to surpass you alright" Aemond raised a brow, that smirk never faltering "and even if you refuse to admit it, I know you are just as joyous about this win. Saw you cheering excitedly from the stands"

"Admiring me now, were you?" you looked up at him through your lashes, smirking at his previous comment as you proceeded to tease him.

"Don’t flatter yourself" Aemond chuckled, playfully rolling his eye. It was no secret that Aemond never really paid much attention to anyone if they weren’t from his house, Slytherin. That made most of the girls rather jealous of you; not only did he converse with you because you both belonged to the same house but because he seemed to talk to you the most out of all the slytherin girls.

He left you when one of his teammates began to tug at his robes, pulling him back into the crowded celebratory circle. Aemond gave you one last smile, shrugging while he walked away as if to say 'sorry, gotta go'.

You offered a smile back as you watched him turn his back to you before he too joined the others in their celebration, raising his fist to the air as his husky voice boomed in the common room while he chanted 'slytherin slytherin slytherin' along with the others.

"Dashing isn’t he? You both would look so adorable together" Alys said in a hushed tone as she linked her arm with yours. You and Alys met on the very first day you arrived at Hogwarts. The both of you did not click instantly, thinking of the other person as snooty and arrogant until the both of you once ran into each other at one of those parties thrown by the Gryffindor boys in your fourth year. The both of you pretended to be a couple just so that the creepy senior would leave you be. Ever since then, you and her have been the best of friends.

"I do not fancy him Alys" you rolled your eyes. This wasn’t the first time she voiced her enthusiasm for you and Aemond to date "I have no intention of following the lead of those other giddy-headed girls in chasing after him"

"Ah, you want him to chase you then" she bumped her hips with yours, making you laugh at her antics "of course. You’re too good to chase a man, let him do the work to win you over"

"Must I remind you again I have no interest in him?" you lazily ran a hand through your hair, combing your fingers through it "I wouldn’t date him even if he did ask me. I like us being just friends far better"

"Don’t do this to me" she groaned "I've been wanting to go on double dates for a while now"

"I'm sure Cregan doesn’t want a double date with Aemond Targaryen" you chuckled "not after they've won every single match against Ravenclaw this year"

"I'm sure the boys can leave their animosity at the field" Alys stated.

"These are the captains of their respective quidditch teams that you are talking about" you reminded with a chortle "being hostile to the other captains is part of their nature"

The both of you laughed at their silliness before the topic switched to what you both would wear to the party. It was a sort of tradition for Slytherins to throw parties after their games and those were parties that almost everyone wanted to attend but unfortunately, Slytherins loved their status of being the untouchables; only allowing people to enter on an invite-only basis.

The people on the quidditch team along with the prefects were allowed to invite as many people as they wanted while the rest of the students from the fourth year onwards were each only permitted to invite a maximum of two people. The first, second and third years were unfortunately not allowed to those wild parties.

"Are you inviting someone or are you going to show up alone?" Alys asked "I know a bunch of lads have already asked you if you'd go with them to which you've again declined"

It was true. You were quite popular in your year, being crushed on by a fair amount of boys. Though you didn’t have the same amount of admirers as Aemond, it was still a number that some girls were envious of.

"I've got a quiz tomorrow" you sighed "I don’t think I'll be at the party"

"You can't leave me alone"

"You won’t be alone" you gave her a look with your brow raised as if to say ‘you can’t be serious’ "you'll be snogging your boyfriend in some corner while I'm left with a beer in my hand, awkwardly looking around"

"Perhaps you should try fire whiskey instead" Alys apoke with an undertone of mischief. Alys was well known at these parties for beating people at drinking games; she was also known well enough for being able to hold all of that alcohol "it'll help you ease in, perhaps even let you lose yourself to the music and dance"

"I like the music at the Ravenclaw parties much better" you said in a hushed tone so that you wouldn’t be heard. Slytherins took hosting parties very seriously "maybe if Cregan invites us to one of their parties, I might show"

"So you won’t turn up tonight?" Alys asked with a pout.

"No, not tonight darling" you have her hand a warm squeeze "I'll be studying. I promise I'll make it to the next one"

Alys almost argued back until she heard the voice of Alec Blackwood scolding Aemond in the background.

"C'mon man, the captain himself not showing up to the victory party? How is studying in the library more fun than this?"

She turned to look at you with a devilish grin and judging by your clueless reaction to her giggles, it was evident you did not over hear that Aemond too would be at the library that evening.

"Alright Y/N" she shrugged, that stupid smile still present "I suppose I'll leave you to study tonight, just this once"

#aemond targaryen #aemond smut #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #harry potter #slytherin #hogwarts

[red-flag-lover]

Father Giovanni x F!reader (Soulmate Au)

Chapter 1

Reader's POV:

They said everyone has a soulmate—someone who would connect with your soul. Perfectly made for you, someone who will fill the void in your heart. In our world, cards will appear when you turn 18. But unlike everyone else, when I turned 16, a card appeared out of thin air. 

Ms. L/n, Ms. L/n!

I was brought back to reality when the professor screamed my name, barely dodging the book she threw at me. I'm just thankful for my reflexes; I don't have to sport any newly acquired bruises.

"DARN-" I held myself back from cursing that ugly professor; who knows what she would punish me with this time if I finished my curse at her—maybe a weeklong detention, community service, or, for worse, research about those creepy totems and practices?

"If you're just going to daydream in my class, get out of here; I don't need students like you!" The old maiden's voice resonated around our classroom. As I was about to leave the classroom since I had already studied about this topic and I was advanced in my class, she called me once again. "Before you leave, Ms. L/n, why don't you answer this question that any 1st grader would be able to answer. What is research design? "If you can't answer that easy question, feel free to drop out of this class."

That's it?  That's her easy question; her question doesn't even give me a hard time; as I said, this subject is a child's play for me. "Well, research design is the blueprint of your research." Descriptive, correlational, experimental, and diagnostic designs are the four types of research designs. Your research design depends on the type of research you're going to do. If you're going to describe the relation of your study to something, you're going to use correlational. And if your research is scientific, use experimental methods. "That's all, it's really hard for me to answer your question; you caught me off guard, anyway, may I go now?" I answered her question with full confidence while adding a touch of sarcasm at the end. I can see my friend, Javi, clapping her hands as I walk out of that living hell known as the classroom. 

After that incident, I go to the cafe nearby since I don't have any class for the next 2 hours. A tall, lean, and a bit muscular man bumped into me. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the fall, but it never came. But then I felt two strong yet gentle arms wrapping around my waist and arms, saving me from a certain bruise and embarrassment. 

It felt like forever when I stared at his pitch-black eyes. My notes on the ground, long forgotten as I observe his features, He's 6 feet tall; he has perfectly symmetrical facial features, alluring lips, and bold, fiery eyes. Everything about this man is perfect. I feel like he's a part of me, yet I can't describe that feeling. Butterflies flutter at my stomach as I stare deeper into his mesmerizing eyes. I unmistakably feel comfort and safety for the first time. His touch was as comforting as the feeling when you sit in front of your fireplace while drinking your favorite drink. At the contact of our skin, I felt a pleasurable electricity running into our bodies. It's addicting, and it's ineffable. 

"Look at where you're going, miss; you might bump into someone not as kind and good-looking as me," the guy casually smirked at me. I deadpanned at his words; scratch those things I felt for him—this guy is a jerk. "Excuse me?!  You're the one who bumped into me. "And look at what happened to my notes; it's wrecked now; I have to rewrite this again, and you won't even apologize!" He just stared at me like I had grown another head. I was about to speak again when our school's dean called him. Out of irritation, I quickly grabbed my notes and went to the cafe in hopes of appeasing my anger. I looked back again and saw him and our principal talking; he waved back at me with his charming yet irritating smile. I think his name is Giovanni; I heard the Dean call him that. Giovanni, what a dazzling name, yet that guy is a total jerk. And who wears a priest outfit typically for his age? We're just the same age, I think. He's peculiar, but in a good way.

Two hours later, a good cup of coffee really lightened my mood. I am now talking to our school's dean; apparently, my "great" professor made up a whole different story in which I am the bad guy and she's the victim. And now I have to suffer while researching the history of Jeju Island exorcism practices. Out of all things I loathe the most, it's unraveling history. Why would I bother digging up information about the past that has already happened and cannot be changed when you have your future in front of you, where everything can be good or bad? It just depends on how you play this game called life. 

"Ms. L/n, as a punishment for your behavior, we expect you to conduct research about exorcism culture on Jeju Island, and it's already vacation, so you have to spend your vacation at a church, where you can freely do your research. Don't worry, our school will handle the expenses, even though your family can pay for your expenses as you're the daughter of the greatest heart surgeon in Korea and your dad is a businessman. "Good luck on your trip, Ms. L/n, and please obey your guide." He told me in a calm manner, and I could clearly see the pity in his eyes. "It's not my fault, sir, why do I have to do that research? Just assign me to anything not involving history." I begged him not to assign me that case. If I had to kneel in front of him, I would, but it would only bring shame to my name. "It's requested by your professor, and we have to agree to not cause any trouble, and please stay here, Ms. L/N, while waiting for your guide priest." I slumped in the chair, clearly defeated. 

A door caught my attention; the Dean must have left the door open. Peeking at the door wouldn't hurt anybody, right? I carefully looked inside and saw lots of boxes; I think it's a storage room. Oh! I can see the trophy I won for our school. As I was bending over to pick up a book on the floor, someone scared the living shite out of me. "Boo!"  I squealed and slapped the guy in his arms, and when I looked at him, it was the same guy who bumped into me earlier. "Are you crazy?" You shouldn't frighten people, especially if you don't know them. "What if I have a condition wherein I can't be frightened or feel nervous? If I die, what will you do?" I scolded him for scaring me, and he just scoffed at me. "As far as I can see, you're perfectly fine." "And besides, peeking into someone's room is inappropriate," he bantered at me. "Oh, as far as I know, it's also inappropriate for someone to shock you to death. "Besides what are you doing here; you're not a student here, are you?" I questioned him. "How would you know I'm not a student here?" He threw back the question at me. He thinks he's got the upper hand in this situation, but he's in for a ride. It's my turn to smirk at him. "This school was sponsored by my parents; I know every student here; I'm popular and the top student." "My father gave me a list of students; after all, I am an only child." Instead of replying, he just bowed in a mocking way. He turned around, and now I'm facing his formidable back. He looked back at me, sporting his cunning smirk, as he walked out of the room. "See you soon, Miss Popular." "Hey, I'm not done talking to you; answer my question." Hey!  "Come back here!" I screamed in frustration: "I can't believe that guy; how can he have the audacity to walk out when I'm still talking to him?" He's the first one to ever do that to me, and I think this time I found someone who can match me. 

"How bad can this day be?" I groaned.

#island kdrama #Cha Eun Woo x reader #cha eunwoo fanfic

[cafecliche]

fic writer meme!

[RISES FROM THE DEPTHS] I'm here!! Thank you so much @uhuraisgay and @englishsub for the tags, and also for reminding me that I've missed Tumblr

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 50 even - which was more than I thought!

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount? 187,448

3. what fandoms do you write for?

My fic-writing impulses come along like cicada seasons, except without any regularity whatsoever: I do a lot of dabbling in a lot of fandoms, I can never really tell if something's going to light my brain on fire. Most of my fic output came from Yuletide for a long while (I loved the grab bag aspect and writing little treats for small fandoms, but then my holidays got busier), and then Yuri on Ice and MDZS were my biggest fandoms by far, especially MDZS. I've written Yuwu recently, and I'd love to write some Trigun, LoZ, or Mysterious Lotus Casebook one of these days.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

grow

the only way out

The Guests of Cloud Recesses

detente

bespoke

And the soft animal is our runner-up at #6!

5. do you respond to comments?

I usually don't unless it's a request or a question, but I read and treasure every one.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I am too tender for Bad Endings for the most part, but my canon-verse Nie Huaisang fic after me comes the flood does not end in a particularly good place for anyone involved. (But even then, we know it gets better for him eventually... albeit at the expense of several bystanders)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I tend to write pretty gentle, occasionally LIGHTLY bittersweet happy endings (that's the cafecliche guarantee baby) but part of me wants to say 'the only way out' (and probably 'the yunmeng accords' series in general) here. I tend to write fic when I want to play around with the emotions or relationship dynamics that can already be found in canon, so 'the yunmeng accords' is probably as close to a fix-it as I'm going to get.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not usually! I was part of the Great MDZS Anon Hate Train of 2021, but that was the worst I've ever gotten by several magnitudes - the vast majority of commenters are fabulous.

9. do you write smut?

Not yet! It's not off the table, though.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

I actually don't think I've ever written a crossover! The closest I've ever gotten was when I look over my shoulder, but even that's 'Wangxian in a Conjuring-esque ghosthunters in love situation' and not really a formal Conjuring AU.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've had plagiarism brought to my attention a couple times, but truly just a handful. I still remember getting a message on FF.net that someone had ripped off a line from my Black Lagoon fic. The SCANDAL of it all.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

MDZS is the first fandom where I've gotten translation requests, which is always so cool! To my knowledge, I've had fics translated into Russian, Spanish, and Ukranian.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but brainstorming fic concepts with my brilliant friends is one of my favorite thing in the world.

14. what's your all time favorite ship?

omg ever? Well Victuuri and Wangxian have been the ones that really lit my brain on fire (if I own the Nendos, it's serious) but let me also throw it back to Fakir and Ahiru in Princess Tutu. That is ROMANCE.

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would have really liked to have one more entry to 'the yunmeng accords!' I had a couple of ideas that I really liked, but nothing that caught fire quite enough to dive into it. That said, I am currently working on something short and Yunmeng Shuangjie-related, at the very least...

16. what are your writing strengths?

Emotional through-lines, pacing, and that sweet, sweet catharsis. I'm drawn to particular fandoms when they leave me with an emotion that I need to break down over the course of several thousand words, and I know that shows through in my writing.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Choreography! I'm not a very visual thinker, so sometimes it takes me a while just to figure out how to block the characters in a given scene. I also have a lot of trouble getting into a draft until I figure out the voice, which, when it comes to fanfic, will either come to me extremely easily or not at all.

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

Yeah, absolutely! (But if you don't speak the language, do your research!)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

[rubs my temples] an X-Men crackfic.

20. favorite fic you have written?

Oh my god. WELL. 'grow' and 'the only way out' I think are the best fics I've written, and 'when I look over my shoulder' and 'the soft animal' are also extremely close to my heart. But 'detente' might be the favorite child. It just gushed out of me.

I think a great many of you have been tagged at this point, so sorry for any double-tags, but: @bluecrystalrainingdaggers @tigerjpg @floofyfluff @vinelark and anyone else who'd like to go for it!

#hi! I'm still here #writing meme