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unloved-cadillac · 4 years

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Leather Jackets and Glasses

Y/n L/n, the leader of the notorious gang called The Scouts. Placed in Rose high, Y/n is in her senior year but things take a turn when she starts getting interested in a certain boy named, Levi Ackerman. Follow the journey of heartbreak, betrayal and love between two people who were destined to be together.

CHAPTER ONE:

There’s always someone out there made for everyone. This is something i highly believe in. Every person has their person. A boy could have had this childhood friend, who later in life turned out to be more than that. The girl who kissed her best friend because she had never had her first kiss and wanted to get it over with, only for her best friend to pull her closer and kiss her harder. Everyone had that someone. it was only a matter of time before we all found them. But sometimes, its not always that easy. Things happen that are out of your control. You won’t speak to them for long periods of time, bad fights, leaving. And this almost always happens before you get together. That’s the bad part. But that’s the wake up call to tell you that “hey. I care for this person more than myself. I need them. I can’t loose them”.

I loved the idea of love. But I never spoke on it. It made me seem weak and soft and, that’s something i did not want a GANG to know. But i have had my fair share of boyfriends, no love just a quick fuck here and there but there was one boy who captured my heart without even trying. He did so effortlessly you would think he was the biggest player out there. But no. That was just who Levi Ackerman was.

It all began in my senior year of high school. The year had just started and i had nothing to be afraid of. My gang, The Scouts, were the notorious gang of Rose. I was their leader, mostly because my father was the main leader of The Scouts. He was The Godfather. I’d like to say that I did fairly well in school, but not A plus material, I just wanted to graduate and get outta there. This year was mostly about forming new relationships, clearing the air to certain people, and just making amends. But some people also wanted to confess to their someone. I dont want to brag or anything, but i had a lot of people wanting to be with me. Boys would try their luck and i only gave a few chances to a few people, and well, it never turned out good, mostly because my dad found something wrong with them, wanted them to join the gang or they were too scared to take things further.

I loved the gang. They were my family. And plus I could get anything I wanted. I was a princess. In my senior I made a promise to myself that I would not date. Anyone. No matter who much they begged. Because when I hit 17, my life in the gang became a whole lot dangerous. Shootouts would occur at my house, I would get kidnapped and sometimes they would use my friends to threaten me. It was horrible to say the least. And I could ony imagine what they would do if i had a special someone. God. I would not want my someone to have this life. As great as it is material wise, shit gets serious in a split second. My dad had warned me about it. He said that the only way i would get involved with someone is if he had picked them. And naturally i told him, i just wouldnt get a boyfriend, much to his displeasure.

Of course, my school had heard about the little, mishaps my gang had endured and that resulted in me having this huge reputation in school. I was labelled as: dangerous. I’m not gonna lie to you and say that I didnt get into fights, or break some bitches nose because they offended me. I was still a gangster, fighting is in my blood. I got suspended. A lot. And apparently, that attracted Levi.

I had seen him around town and school. He would always be in the cafe around the corner of Trost. I knew that because my brother owned that cafe. Marco had nothing to do with the gang. He wasn’t my father’s child so my dad wasn’t so concerned about him. He was from my mothers first marriage, but that never stopped us from being brother and sister. My mother left me after three years and went back to Marco’ father.

Levi was one of the smartest people at school. Always getting awards but he never seemed to go for the functions. He had kept to himself most of the time. He had his close friends. To name them there was Farlan(his brother), Isabel(Farlan’s girlfriend),Hange(the crazy science geek) and Erwin, the jock.

The first time I actually had spoken to Levi was in Physics. I was running late because I was caught up in beating someone up at the back of the school for reasons I shall not say. I ran into the classroom, out of breathe. Everyone looked at me. Some snickered but when I shot them a quick glare, they shut up.

-Ah Ms L/n. How nice of you to join us.

My professor told me, voice laced with sarcasm.

-uh..sorry. I was busy..lost track of time.

I explained. I winced all of a sudden when I looked at my knuckles. Bleeding. Of course. But I kept that hand behind my back.

-hm. Get to a seat.

He said a bit irritated. I walked away to find one and the only one that was available was the last one by the window. I sat down and realized that..I didn’t bring my books. I cursed myself then I turned to my left and saw a boy sitting there taking notes. He seemed really into his work though, but shit, I needed something to write on.

-hey.

I say to capture his attention. He stops writing and slowly looks towards me. He seems really...shy?

-can I borrow a page? And pencil?

I ask him. He widens his eyes and quickly tears a page from his book and digs in his pencil case for a pencil. He finds one and hands me the objects.

-thanks,man.

He simply nods, a faint blush forming on his cheeks but I couldn’t really see it because he put his head down and his long ass bangs hid most of his face. I take a second to observe him. A simple t-shirt, black jeans with converse and cute pair of glasses. His hair was sort of, jet black. I smirk. I knew him. He was one of those top students.

-alright. I’m gonna pass out your tests.

My professor suddenly says. “Fuck”, I mentally curse. I hated physics. I never got the gist of it. I only knew those Newton’s Laws. But I knew that wasn’t enough. He walks around passing papers and comes to me. He looks at my paper, fucking ‘scoffs’, and hands me my paper. A 57. That’s what I got. I didn’t think it was that bad, but this teacher is makingit seem as if the world had just caught on fire and its pissing me off. Looks like someone’s car is getting wrecked today.

-Levi, well done. Keep it up.

I hear him say to the boy. Ah. Levi. That was his name. I reach over and see his mark. 97. Goddamn. He was smart smart.

-a 97? Holy fuck. I could never.

I tell him. He looks at me, kinda stunned. I must admit, if he took off those glasses, it would be one of those scenes in those shitty teen movies where the nerd removes their glasses to reveal they look like a model. But he still looks cute. I looked at him tilting my head to the side.

-what?

I ask him. He shakes his head and looks back down. What a strange one. Suddenly I flinch and look at my bruised knuckles. Fuck they were bleeding. I pat down my pockets on my jeans and check my inside pocket of my leather jacket. How marvelous. I didn’t bring a handkerchief. So I just hold the bruise down to stop the bleeding. Maybe I can make it 45 minutes. All of a sudden I see a handkerchief next to my arm. I look at it, confused, but I take it anyway. I look at Levi. He has a smile, tiny smile. Yeah, he gave me it.

-Thank you.

I tell him. I saw him visibly tense but he looks at me and smiles. I felt...warm. What was this feeling? It’s weird. I have never experienced this before. I don’t know if I want to throw this feeling away or like it. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone. I may be an asshole, but I would NEVER want anyone to join a gang. Especially my person.

Throughout the day I kept my eye on Levi. I don’t know why I did, but it was just something I found myself doing. The gang and I were chilling on the stands by the football field.

-Ugh! I just want school to finish already! I can’t take it anymore.

Eren says. He was fairly new to the gang, after I found him beating up a kid in an alleyway I recruited him. He’s super hyper and gets worked up easily so he was a good asset to us.

-and I can’t take you complaining anymore.

Jean shoots back. Jean and Eren almost never got along. But I kept them in line.

-both of you shut up.

My right hand woman says. Mikasa. She matched me in strength, but she never dared put me off. We all knew that Jean had a crush on Mikasa, but he never had the balls to say anything. I ignored them and kept my eyes on the boy on the first stand. He was with Hange and Isabel, I take it he was watching Erwin and Farlan train.

-what do you say, Y/n?

Eren asks me. I look at him after a while.

-say what?

I ask.

-you seem to be staring an awful lot lately. Who caught our oh so powerful leader’s eyes?

Eren hops down to where I’m sitting.

-shut up.

I tell him and look back at the field. Eren follows my eyes.

-oh is it Erwin? I’m not gonna lie, he is hot.

-Gay much, Eren?

Jean says as he sits next to me.

-fuck off, horse face.

I don’t care for their conversation and sneak glances at Levi. He seems to be quiet most of the time, since Isabel and Hange talk his ears off. I feel my pocket and I feel the handkerchief. I’m not giving it back. It’s mine now. I seem to be daydreaming again because Jean keeps talking to me.

-what do you want?

I ask him harshly.

-I just want to know if you’re going to homecoming next month.

I scoff and turn my face back to the field.

-of course I am. There’s a lot of things I want to ruin on that night. Oh and by the way guys, home time I want to key my physics teacher’s car. He’s been acting like a bitch and I want to teach him a lesson.

Jean and Eren scream,” HELL YEAH!”, and that caused some people to look at us. That good for that because I caught Levi’s attention. He turns and looks at me. I smile and wink at him. He widens his eyes and turns around. I love fucking around with him.

Hometime rolls in and we go out to the car park and look for my teacher’s car. Luckily, the son of a bitch didn’t park where the cameras were so I pull out my key and so did the others and run it down the bonnet of the car. I run it through the driver’s door moving it to the back. Mikasa took the boot and the boys took the roof and passenger side. After our masterpiece we heard:

-HEY YOU BRATS! STOP THAT.

My physics teacher yells. We look and laugh and made a run for it. We ran to our bikes and took off. Laughing. We drove past the gate and everyone was cheering for us as well. I saw Levi. I once again winked at him and rode away. “Maybe I should mess around with him. What could go wrong?”

Little did I know, a whole lot would go wrong.

Chapter Two

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hyucksong · 5 years

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nct dream as school tropes [au]

mark; the overworked valedictorian™

the poor babe is overloaded with work,,,,

he has his honors classes, obviously, has to answer to all the prestigious colleges, has to write his valedictorian speech, is the president of the student council, and tutors on mondays and wednesdays,,,RIP mark the senior

catch him at lunch dizzy-eyed at his homework he got that day,,,,boy does homework at lunch

always makes time for his friends because he knows he can’t spend all he time studying,,,,though he tries

his college buddies always tell him it’ll get better when he graduates but mark calls BULLSHIT

he’s seen taeil act like an absolute zombie because of college and,,,,yikes

is always super stressed and everyone can tell, but he’s always happy for his friends and it makes them :(((( because he’s so cute :(((((

you’re a total underachiever at school, you meet because a teacher forces you to receive tutoring,,,,and mark is your tutor

he can feel the migraine just form looking at you,,,so he just plows though the stuff,,,,and sees something surprising….

you actually,,,,get it

he asks you why you underachieve and you literally say ‘because school isn’t stimulating enough’ sO

mark gets the idea to encourage you to learn,,,,and uses cool tactics to get you to study and work hard and you actually have,,,,fun

were kisses part of the motivation?

mayhaps

but the point is you passed your classes and graduated with your valedictorian boyfriend

everyone expects him to go into college for nuclear chemistry or some shit but homeboy,,,,goes into music production,,,,,like what

his friends? not surprised

the entirety of the school population? astounded

you celebrate by renting him a studio for a whole month and he legit,,,,cries because it’s the most thoughtful gift ever

and he thanks you by writing a song for you and singing it for you and he pulls you in once it’s done and kisses you til you can’t breathe

and then you’re very happy that you spent so much money on renting the place

he continues to rent the place even after the initial month because it holds so many memories of his friends and you

this time mark goes at his own pace in college,,,,he doesn’t overwork himself on things he doesn’t enjoy,,,,homeboy is happy

and that’s what matters

renjun; the smart alec ™

boy has the –__– face 25/8

he’s an unapproachable KING

he’s just a smart junior who couldn’t give two shits since ,,,you broke your leg and need help going up the stairs? he’s not your fuckin mom

but also,,,,buddyboy is a HUGE softy,,,,like dogs? you mean angels of purity and the sinners AKA humans don’t deserve them

he’s close as fuck with his family,,,,is a true babyboy

is he going to be the next valedictorian? yes. will he be overworking himself? no. he’s already seen mark,,,,sis ain’t pretty after exams

renjun is very naturally smart,,,,and that gives him a little pride , so he’s also very prideful and sarcastic

his humor is dry, existential and sarcastic, a proud squidward descendant

he looks pissed all the time but is actually just very deep in thought and too busy not caring to look nice

either comes to school in a smart casual outfit or looking soft™,,,,cute or intimidating, nothing in between

is he taking A1 notes? yes. is he also doodling on the margins? hell yes.

he owns several coffee table books filled with Monet, van gogh, frida kahlo, Picasso, Renoir, Cezanne…etc.

he’s a huge art nerd and would love to go to school for graphic design or something

his phone screen saver is always a baroque painting because….aesthetic and the technique? can you believe how beautiful it looks like most of that shit was fresco and that shit is hARD –

he meets you because he goes to an art exhibition by himself on the weekend and sees a painting that was so beautiful he almost cried,,,like damn

he asked the curator who tf drew that good shit and it was YOU,,,yes YOU!!!

he does internet stalking and learns you actually go to his school your just a recluse and you’re very introverted

he finds you (somehow) and asks is he can paint with you sometime,,,you say yes and you two meet at the studio on that saturday

and the saturday after that

….and then the saturday after that

long story short, he paints you painting (paint-ception) and uses it to ask you on a date,,,,uwu shit right there man

no one thinks he loves his neck to be touched,,,because he WILL stab whoever tries,,,,but with you….he’ll let it happen

he gives the softest kisses,,,like he’s scared of you but melts when you kiss his nose and it makes him :( soft

almost yeeted haechan out the three-story window of your studio when he tripped and spilled oil paints all over your painting

you stopped him with a kiss,,,,,you cute bitch

jeno; the gold-hearted jock™

the only time he looks intimidating is when he’s playing basketball,,,,that’s it,,,,

everyone knows how cute he is, even teacher’s know! the principal! the president! this bitch is cute!

a junior that’s so good at b-ball that he was offered a spot at several colleges,,,,several

he’s average at school, his notes are the most basic shit ever,,,,he hates science and math but can somewhat tolerate history and languages

he’s popular with girls involuntarily, was very confused when girls started to confess to him

always smiles and says thank you to the people that confess, but tells them that he has to focus on basketball

actually loves basketball, like he’s not faking or shit,,,it makes him so happy and stimulates his mind in all the right ways

forces his friends to play basketball with him when they hang out,,,just to have the satisfaction of absolutely crushing them

meets you when you went to the varsity basketball teams practice to take pictures for the yearbook, since you were in charge of the sports sections

you wanted to get a shot of the star™ of the team but a layup went wRONG and hit you square in the face

your camera was around your neck so it was fine

but your life flashes before your yes RIP

he screamed louder than you did and automatically took you to the nurses office and apologized so much it gave you more of a headache than the ball did

you cover his mouth out of desperation and it makes his heart go JIUHRGFIUBRG

and you were??? unaffected???? you just looked like you were suffering???

and you not throwing yourself at him was ???? attractive?

so when he saw you again when you had to take individual pictures of each b-ball member he asked you out

,,,,and the rest is history

his jerseys always go missing because you take them from him,,,,but you both tell the coach that he ‘lost’ it

he loves to run his fingers through your hair and massage your scalp and nape....and you just melt into his chest and it’s just....so cute

he just :::(((( wants your kisses and hugs and attention ::(((

he gives the best back-hugs,,,and his kisses are always sudden pecks that leave your heart racing

you always tell people that he’s the most annoying clingy crybaby ever but he’s your annoying clingy crybaby and you’ll fight anyone who hurts him

he insists on taking a picture of you and him together every game and posts them so that everyone knows you belong to him and he belongs to you

:(((( you guys are literally the cutest couple in the world, and you get slightly popular too

jeno gets jealous whenever guys still try to ask you out,,,,and he comes up and wrap his arms around your waist and mutter if you’re done yet while glaring at the guy or girl

he’s cute but protective :( so cute:(

haechan; the trickster™

this boy is a little annoying fuck that irritates teachers and students alike,,, but somehow people can’t hate him because homeboy,,,,is funny

he has detention like every weekend because he’s always acting up in class

he isn’t dumb, he has a few average classes and a few bad classes -- like everyone in junior year

but he excels in his extracurriculars, which are musical theater and choir,,,,his voice? angelic, everyone knows this

his theater buddies are the only people he can stand that aren’t his close friends//the dreamies

he plays pranks on the teachers with tacks on chairs, switches expo markers for permanent markers, pranks students with putting confetti in their lockers, making fun of them,,,,harmless things

but it still earns him a reputation for trouble

he doesn’t do drugs or skip classes, he’s not a ‘badboy’,,,,though sometimes he leaves English class early for an ‘appointment’

he always wears black skinny jeans with a hoodie and vans or converse, has hoodies of every color to ever exist, same with his shoes

sometimes wears a snapback and glasses -- he is one attractive boy

but girls know that he couldn’t care less about dating so no one approaches him, just admire form far away

no students really fight back with him, they just let him be him, they’re used to his antics

but you,,,,you have one hell of a temper sis,,,,,like damn

he gets the best reactions out of you, who usually gets so mad that you both get detention and spend your saturdays together cleaning the school

you hate his guts since he always gets you into trouble, and he loves your guts because you always react to whatever he says

however one time he takes it too far,,.,,

he decided to pull a classic prank on the teacher, one that might get him into a lot of trouble,,,,water in a pail above the door

all the students are in class when he sets up the prank, no one stopping him, and then he sits down, snickering

however the teacher comes in through the back door, surprising everyone, and everyone gasps when you walk through the front door, running late,,,,

and the water drops

you are completely soaked, head to toe, in what smells like dirty school water

you just glare at haechan who for once, regrets a prank,

the teacher grimaces and sends you and haechan to the office, to ‘talk it out’

you end up having to garden outside for detention,,,,and you don’t understand why you have to do it but you don’t complain, you just glare at haechan for the first half of detention

he feels really bad,,,,so he follows you around the garden asking for forgiveness in the form of....a date

you say no until he annoys you so much that you scream out

“OKAY YES GOD DAMN IT, PICK ME UP AT 7 PM”

you and homeboy always get into petty arguments that are solved through kisses

that one couple that is super judgmental of others and always bicker but it’s lowkey cute

you teach him to be less of an ass, and he teaches you to chill out,,,,he’s the only one that can calm your temper down,,,,,with cuddles

the teachers thank you every day for calming him down and you still get gifts from the students who were always teased

a power couple™

jaemin; the heartthrob™

girls are always surrounding him,,,,,like deadass they are EVERYWHERE

surprisingly, he doesn’t really like it because he can never talk to his friends at school without getting mobbed so :\

but he’s way too nice to ask them to leave or decline them so he just smiles and tries to be polite,,,,

but every girl thinks he’s into them when he’s that nice so homeboy can never cATCH A BREAK

dresses like a hardcore fuckboy, but he can’t help it he just really likes the style man

his teachers like him, and some of the younger one’s always have to remind themselves that he’s just a student whenever he flashes that smile

has a teacher hit on him before? yes, it was a very young female history (like 22, just graduated) earlier on in junior year and she just always winked at him and gave him random extra credit for no reason and he WAS TERRIFIED

asked his bffs (the dreamies) to report her because he was high key afraid to do it himself and they did and she was fired,,,,,best day of his life

his grades are on the better side, always is very neat and orderly despite common thinking

loves psychology and human geography because he loves people and wants to learn more about them

he meets you because you’re the president of the culture club, and he wants to join and want the vice president position

you’re very impartial about it honestly, you think he’s very attractive and all but you just want to make sure all the club members are,,,,good members and not just there for the college resume

you talk to him one-on-one for the interview and,,,,he literally just pops off with information and genuine positivity and curiosity and love for culture,,,,and you’re speechless

after he’s done he thinks he did something wrong because you’re just staring at him,,,,

“uh....did I say something wrong?”

“huh? o-oh, no....it’s just that -- you’re very popular for your looks but I think your mind is the most attractive part about you. you’re very genuine, it’s attractive.”

and the compliment that flowed from you so easily just,,,,,melted his heart

needless to say, he gets the position, and every time he sees you on Thursdays he just.....turns red

you’re blatantly attracted to him, not for his face, but for him and his mind

it makes him feel like he’s more than just a pretty face and you’re straight-forward flirting with him makes him feel a certain way that other girls just, can’t do to him

“jaemin”

“yeah?”

“we should go on a date to the culture museum downtown”

“o-o-okay”

like,,,,you say it all with a straight face,,,,you’re the one who makes all the first moves, and he loves it

you have him wrapped around your finger in the cutest way possible,,,

he calls you princess and always sweet talks you and when you two face-time each other, he always makes your stoic face crumble into red

he loves seeing you so unraveled, so he also always makes time to make-out with you after club

dating him is always genuine and full of sweet moments, arguments rarely happen because you’re very logical and honest and he’s empathetic and understanding -- you two are a perfect match

also you kind of scare the rest of the girls,,,so they stop crowing him and you’re just like ?????

his friends are so thankful because they can actually talk to him now

you queen lol

chenle; the class clown™

NOT THE SAME AS THE TRICKSTER

everyone is always consistently annoyed with the trickster,,,,but everyone literally loves chenle

the teachers, the student-body, the animals and administrators -- everyone

he’s genuinely funny and respectful, sometimes he’ll get caught off track when ever he talks too much but all he needs is a reminder

he’s a sophomore so teachers think he’ll grow out of it at some point,,, how wrong they are because his friends say that he’s the same even at sleepovers

other than being funny and loved,,, he’s also very bossy and occasionally whiny

like the student body loves him and all but get paired with him for a project? you need the patience of a thousand yoda’s like holy hell boy is bOSSY

yells at students who don’t listen to him,,,,but does it cutely so they still can’t hate him

you’d think he’d have amazing grades because he’s bossy in projects but he’s actually just mediocre because he spends all class coming up with jokes and finding the perfect time to interrupt the teacher for a joke

he comes to school in expensive clothes because he’s well-off and usually gets his friends expensive gifts too

his friend’s love him because he’s genuine and a funny non-asshole, unlike haechan who they also love but it a bit of a pain in the butt

you, you are the most sweetest, most patient, and loving person the whole world has ever seen, but you’re also very quiet

your face is ^W^ every single damn day

so one day when you get paired with chenle in a history project,,,,no one is surprised that you don’t even flinch at his commanding words

however, one day, when chenle has a pretty bad morning (like he forgot his homework, he forgot his lunch, he failed a test and spilled milk on his shirt)

he’s actually bossy enough to,,,,annoy the students and teacher, and his complaining gets so bad that he gets sent out into the hall to cool off

for the first time in his life, he actually gets in trouble trouble

the people in your group are all kinda irritated, but you are still ^w^, so the teacher asks if you can go out into the hallway and talk to him, because she’s worried about him

you nod and without a word, make your way out into the hallway

he sees you and crosses his arms, expecting you to scold him, but you just stand there and put a hand on his shoulder, asking very nicely if everything is okay

and he just,,,,feels compelled to vent to you,,,,

he feels like a little kid but is in such a better mood after the venting,,,,,he just hugs you and thanks you

“why didn’t you get annoyed at me earlier like everyone else?”

“because i think your pouting face is very cute and i figured you were just in a bad mood”

“hUH”

you are his venting person™

he literally tells you EVERYTHING

always asks you to also vent to him and so you try to, but you really never get annoyed with anything so you usually just tell him about your day

you only get annoyed at people when they hurt one of your friend’s feelings, so that;s that

cuddle everyday, every second,,,, non-stop love from and to chenle,,, a pure couple

you guys are just always supporting one another,,,,,and chenle is one of the only people who see you when you’re feelings down and sad and he just,,,,,gives you so much love that you :)

jisung; that dance kid™

the best sophomore dancer there is

the best dancer in the entire high school, PERIODT

literally talks about dance all.the.time. like,,,, Annie are you okay?

constantly thinking of routines and songs to dance to and watching others dancing videos and listening to music,,,,,this boy has one and one hobby onLY

gets yelled at in class from time to time because literally all he does is think dance dance dance dance dance

and so he sometimes takes his phone out of his pocket in class to watch videos when he’s bored,,,, on instinct and the teachers are just like -__-

but they’re used to it at this point

looks up to his older friend’s that are amazing dancers like ten and taeyong and always ask them for advice

they always tell him to look after and care for his body,,,,,but he can’t hear them because he’s busy staying up until 3 am getting this damn dance perfect --

always wears sweats to school, because he can dance in them automatically

sometimes wears nice clothes when chenle pesters him about it for eight days straight

girls don��t pay much attention to him because he seems too,,,,,spacey and just,,,,,,you can’t talk to him because he’s not paying attention

the guys in the school love him because they think he’s adorable but also extremely talented at dance so

did i mention that he sucks at science?

because he sucks at science, SO HARD

like, every other subject? A or A minus

but chemistry????? like???? what the actual holy god-sent fuck?

like? no one invited you, please leave

so he gets sent to a tutoring session by the school, because colleges say they don’t want him if he’s failing fucking chemistry

which jisung? calls bullshit on

and there he meets you,

also a student who thinks chemistry is the devil,,,,you’re just as bad as he is -- literally. everything you guys get wrong, the other gets wrong

its like bad telepathy

and you both are assigned to mark, jisungs friends lmao

but since he’s always busy, he sometimes has to cancel tutoring sessions because he has other things (even though jisung claims he cancels because he’s too busy smooching his girlfriend,,,,,ew)

so you and jisung meet up and study together twice a week, and it actually works,,,,you both go from a 67 to a 81 and that’s the best ya’ll could do and trust me the teachers AREN’T complaining

and during the last studying session, jisung is kind of :\ since you both get along so well and he felt comfortable with you

he asks why you got tutoring in the first place, and your answer surprises him

“ because i dance and well,,,,,my parents said i couldn’t keep dancing if i didn’t bring up my grades so”

and from there on out, you guys moved from studying sessions to dance sessions instead,,,,,and its always just the two of you hanging out at jisung’s and dancing and or chilling

they become like,,,,,dates,,,,,

and so you two at some point just,,,,,tell each other how you feel because of the sheet amount of time you spend with each other, and it feels,,,,natural

he isn’t very affectionate and neither are you

most times you two just lay on opposite sides of the couch and talk about deep thoughts and hold hands uwu

your kisses are only short small pecks because both of you are too shy to add force

you both are literally on the same brainwave, you guys share once single braincell but it’s,,,oddly enduring

you are best friends who just love to dance, think, and kiss :)

THEY GET LONGER AS YOU GO DOWN OMF IM SO SORRY I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY

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helloiliketits · 6 years

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There is only one Spiderman (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Reader is just a normal kid. Like you and me. Friends with the one and only Pooter Porker Peter Parker and just really feisty and find it difficult to bolt away from danger. Which almost gives our little lovestruck Spider a heart attack more often than not.

(This has been in my drafts since last year so its outdated, also english is not my native language)

Reader: Of any color

Warnings: Just me kissing ass because I love you, some fluff, some angst but not too much because I dont play like that, also there are some vine references, and the words “b*tch”

(I listened to Tchaikovsky while writing this and honestly each piece syncs so well with this gif, bless the creator)

Sure, he may be a web slinging superhero on the side, but Peter Parker was still a little nerd and had crushes on cute people like everybody else.

Specially someone as cute as you. No one could resist you. Not even our cliche school bitch bully, Flash Thompson. You were a bit of an introvert and would rather spend your time reading fanfics on Tumblr and having some fun times with a few friends but you did have some sudden bursts of confidence here and there.

It all started when you were new to the Midtown High School. Being a new student already gets you ton of attention. Pair that with your incredible personality and you might have just swallowed a magnet because of how much people are attracted to you. Whether you like it or not. You were practically the Ruby Rose of Midtown High. Everyone liked you instantly. Boys, girls, plants, even a god damn piece of paper would NOT politely detach itself from your shoe during Science class and you’re pretty sure you heard a girl in the room say “Me asf” while you tried to yank it off as the class just basked in your pure presence. You had people feeling ~some type of way~ okay?

So it comes as no surprise that Flash Thompson was equally attracted to you and wanted to date you even if it’s just for the rights to brag because *rolls eye* Flash. You on the other hand, had heard enough about his shenanigans through some of your friends and thought it was best to avoid him.

But isn’t fate a comical thing? You’re on your way to your next class and there he is, shoving our precious cinnamon roll, Peter into a locker while Ned watches anxiously. Sad to see his friend stuffed into a locker while also not wanting to go through the same thing. Peter just sighs and does nothing while Flash and his minions are tucking his legs into the tiny space of the locker which probably doesn’t even belong to Peter, judging from another kid standing next to the group of jocks, obviously not there to witness a "cool" fight but also not friends with Peter enough to care about his state right now. "Guys can't you stuff him in somebody else's locker?" the guy huffs, but generally does nothing to stop them. You guess it's because he doesn't want to get hip checked into the small space with Peter as if they're playing "seven minutes in heaven" (but it lasts as long as it takes for someone to finally rescue their asses). So, you decide to step in. "Flash!" you holler. That definitely gets his attention and he turns around quickly, running his palms through his hair to "style" it and leans against the now closed locker door, grinning. As if there isn’t a very antsy Peter Parker just inside, praying to whoever was listening, that he make it to AP Physics in time.

“Y/N!” he grins, opening his arms for a hug. “Cut the shit, Thompson of a bitch. Let that kid out,” you test. There’s a mix of “ooh”s and “aah”s from the students in the hallway as Flash’s smile falters for a brief second, obviously not used to being talked to like that, but he just crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you run back to snow white, dwarf-o,” one of his friend teases but before you can get the “I am the perfect height to punch you in the nuts, and I will,” Flash collects his ‘bros’ with a “woah-woah, guys” and bangs on the locker twice and leaves with his group. But not before giving you a wink (which you scoff at).

The hustle and bustle of the hallway continues as the onlookers suddenly get hit with the reminder that they need to be in class. You do too. So, you rush to the locker and throw it open, to let a very confused Peter Parker out. You see that the inside of the locker is... well, hygienically challenged but that’s a teenage boy’s with god knows how many dirty socks and raunchy magazines buried inside so you avert your focus to his scrunched eyebrows and his mouth hanging open instead.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s very grateful but also slightly mad at you for being cute and nice! How dare you be so attractive!? God damn it, Y/N! Now his attraction has increased tenfold! He mutters a faint “Thanks”, flustered beyond his wits and you give him a kind smile that has his heart beating all the way up to his head. He’s damn near frozen.

.And now that’s the origin story of you two. Of course, Peter couldn’t keep his eyes and distance away from you and would “observe” you whenever you were in the room.

Which was almost always.

Because he followed you there.

Which Ned states as “stalking” but Peter describes it as “checking her out up on her”. [Yeah, ok, Pete!1!1!]

Much to Peter’s delight, you guys practically lived in the same building so Peter had twelve hundred (and more) excuses to walk you home. Ofcourse, Spider duties remained but that was more of an after-school activity. And it’s not like the neighborhood was jam packed with crime 24x7. Sometimes his “job” required simply patrolling and the most action he saw was a woman dump a milkshake on her (no longer) boyfriend’s head.

One slightly unfortunate day, as you and Peter were trudging up the streets, complaining about school, a VERY clear, sharp scream of a woman echoed nearby! Now THAT’S a job for Spiderman! But, like, you were RIGHT there! So it’s not like he could rain drop, drop top, roll and whip out his spider suit in the middle of the street, kiss you on the cheek and zoom zoom away,

You both exchanged a brief, wide eyed gaze of absolute shock as you both ran in separate direction, wasting no time. By the time Spiderman had arrived to the scene, there was no woman but there was a homeless guy holding a knife towards none other than our lovely protagonist! (das you, bruh)

“Go for it, shit! I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me!” You shout, as Spiderman skrrt skrrts his web and webs the bad guy to the wall before he can touch your spaghett, landing on his feet infront of you with HALF a mind to grab you by the shoulders and shake you like a drink being made by a barista, the other half of him wanted to reach out and absolutely fecken high five you! “Er, good job. Go home, it isn’t safe here” is all he can choke out in his fake “I came from the mid-west, howdy, I’m the man!” accent before catapulting himself off the alleyway [its always alleyways, God, they’re the hub for all bad shit! So predictable too! Take your mugging somewhere unexpected, man! Throw the heroes off guard! Do you even business, bro?]

Back in your apartment building, as you turn the corner practically skipping, a pair of surprisingly strong hands suddenly grab you and pull you so hard, that all your hair holds a Met Gala at the front of your face, curtaining your view from the one and only Peter Dorker, “Are you crazy! Why’d you do that!?” he yells at you

Completely not giving a feck about not giving out spoilers (*cough* tom *cough*) Why’d you do WHAT!? He wasn’t even there! What’s he talking about!

But right now all you’re focused on is the fact that this random ass bish is grabbing your shoulders like some fecken tentacle and- “You ran away! Someone had to do something!”

He barks, “WOMAN I WAS TRYIN That’s Spiderman’s job! When you hear trouble, you turn and you run the other way! There’s people who will handle this kind of-”

But before he can get another lecture in, “I helped a lady today! There’s only ONE spiderman, Peter! And he can’t be there for us all the time! It’s NOT his duty- He is NOT obligated to cleanse the streets of Queens! Our work is NOT to turn the other way and hope somebody else does the dirty work! He’s here to HELP and we need to PARTICIPATE! We need to do OUR part WHEN we CAN!” you shout, face all red and sweaty, huffing out, trying not to crack into a smile, proud at yourSELF because damn, that speech was GOOD. You huff, contemplating if you should let him EAT it or just go to your room and head bang over the fact that you got noticed by Spiderman!

Taking one last look at a very open mouthed Peter, you walk around him and into your apartment as he just stands there, frozen like a chicken pizza at Walgreens.

He lets out a long, loud breath! How could you be so STUBBORN! This was for YOUR safety! Unless you’re on top of Nick Fury’s “to recruit into Avengers” list, you don’t just go bursting into alleyways in the name of saving people! That’s DANGEROUS! He can’t lose you to some heroic-shit-gone-wrong!

But Peter also felt RELIEVED! For the first time in YEARS, he felt content! You were right! There is only one Spiderman! And no he can’t be there to fight crime every second of the day! And while that ate Peter alive every waking moment of his life, he was also glad that there were good natured people like you in this world! Ones who stood up for somebody and didn’t wait for somebody else! He felt a lot better, realizing that he didn’t have to do this alone! He didn’t have to do it all! He wasn’t expected to do it all!

Peter walked to his apartment, head lowered, hiding his grin. God, he loved you!

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watch-the-whole-world-disap-blog · 6 years

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The Queen

I was known around my school as “The Queen”.

No one said it to my face, of course, no one would dare to. But everyone whispered about the queen, the girl who runs the school, who could get any guy, who aces all her classes and shows up to every party and still finds time to be on the cheer team. Everyone knew about the perfect girl living the perfect life.

They weren’t wrong though. I practically am a queen. I live in a three story house with my two rich parents, I was the captain of the cheer team, and I’ve dated half of the varsity football team.

The trouble is, I never wanted any of it.

Plus, I had a secret, that no one knew. Well two secrets really.

The first is that I never wanted to be popular and I hated every single second of it.

The second is that I’m gay.

So, how does a lesbian who loves science end up where I am? Truth is, pure coincidence.

In middle school some guy asked me out on a dare and I said yes. Then a second guy asked me out, just to ask me out.

Turns out he was really good at football, and when we hit high school he got onto the varsity team as a freshman. Dating a varsity football player does great things for your image. Suddenly people actually seemed to care about me, and I guess I got more popular.

I was late to puberty, but I did get lucky when it finally hit. My boobs got bigger, I grew more into my body, somehow got curves in the right places. My pimples multiplied, but my friends taught me how to use makeup. Shortly after that I went from being the freshman dating a football player to being one of the hottest girls in my class.

I loved to dance, I’d been taking lessons since I was in elementary school, and my friend convinced me to try out for cheer for sophomore year. I made the team, plus dumped my boyfriend only to get asked out by a junior. My image exploded, people I didn’t even know wanted to be my friend.

Teachers loved me too, I loved science and topped my class in the subject. When I wasn’t cheering I was in the science teacher’s room, and for some reason that made me even more likable.

I got better at makeup, got even more fit from cheer, and rose in popularity. Without even meaning to I ended my sophomore year at the top of my year, dating the most popular junior, getting invited to parties for people I didn’t even know, and earning the nickname of queen after only two years of high school.

People worshipped me. They loved the idea of me.

The irony was that I was the one person who hated myself more than anything else.

I realized that I liked girls when I was six. I realized that liking girls wasn’t normal when I was seven. And I realized I would never have the courage to come out when I was twelve.

My parents, though supportive, were conservative. They hated the idea of same sex couples, despised even watching news about it. Every time I brought a new guy home, they smiled at me. They always asked me when I thought I would get married, what kind of guy I thought it’d be. I learned quickly they would never accept that they person I would want to marry is a girl.

When Matt asked me out on a dare way back in seventh grade, I said yes. I said yes because I knew that was what normal, straight girls would say. But I’d be crushing on someone else, someone who made me feel light and nervous and giddy. She was cute, she had long yellow hair and blue eyes and had the brightest smile I had ever seen.

Matt never made me feel any of those things; no guy ever did.

So where am I now?

I’m half a semester into my junior year. Andrew, my boyfriend from last year, broke up with me for being distant. I’m currently single, meaning I get hit on about every ten minutes from jocks and nerds alike.

I’m the cheer captain, usually it’s a senior but since I was, as my coach said, “exceptional”, I get the title. Personally I think it’s just because I’m the only girl on my team who knows a thing about proper dance and knows how to use techniques, plus the only two senior girls on our team just use cheer as an excuse to get high behind the school during practice.

My parents pressure me to maintain at least a 3.8 GPA, meaning I’m at a perfect 4.0 and don’t intend to change it. They bring up college all the time, especially ivy league schools like the ones they went to.

I have a hundred friends, only five good ones, and zero best friends. Which I’m used to, since people started being intimidated by me as early as freshman year.

And I have a giant, hopeless, potentially dangerous crush on a girl. Juliana call-me-June Stanger to be specific.

She’s 5’5”, has brown hair that she cut to be shoulder length, green eyes, a love for dogs and Star Wars, and a boyfriend.

However, the final fact still can’t stop me from helplessly crushing on her. The fact that she’s on the cheer team and in four of my seven classes does not make it better.

She’s incredible. And I have zero chance.

“Hey, Lizzie!” My voice sounded strangely high today, no one else seemed to notice. I didn’t do my eye makeup this morning, but my friends had no trouble noticing that.

“Skye! I haven’t seen you in so long!” Lizzie wrapped me up in a giant hug and I just laughed.

“Since when is three days a long time?”

Lizzie fake pouted. “Oh shut up and accept I love you.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled at her. Without saying anything we both started walking to class, following our unspoken morning tradition of walking to chemistry together.

“So I heard that Luke was being very friendly with you at that party on Friday.” As much as I loved Lizzie, she was a bit of a gossip, she somehow knew things about me before I did.

“Yep. But come on, that guy had less game than Alex did.”

Lizzie winced as if someone had slapped her. “Damn, that’s harsh considering Alex was basically the walking definition of ‘undateable’. Glad to hear you dropped Luke then.”

I conjured a fake smile at her. “And you’re calling me harsh!”

It was hard to stay positive and happy around Lizzie sometimes. She liked to talk about guys about 70 percent of the time, and gossip the other 30 percent.

The real reason I had turned Luke down wasn’t because he didn’t have game, in fact he was insanely good at flirting; any other girl would have probably fell for it. No, the real reason was June.

She was at that party, wearing a tight red dress and heels higher than skyscrapers. She even was wearing bright red lipstick.

I have a weakness for bright red lipstick.

I spent the whole night trying and failing to ignore her. The result was getting frustrated with Luke’s constant flirtations and watching June make out with her boyfriend on a couch, so basically not a good night.

As we turned into the chem room I felt myself tuning out Lizzie’s blabbering about how her own crush, Jake, had been making hints all day last Thursday which totally meant something.

The best part of chemistry was that I got to sit up in the front in the corner, my own personal space for just me and my textbook, nowhere near my friends. They all sat in the back, but they knew not to ask when I choose the seat at the front of the room.

Everyone knows not to question the queen.

Forty five minutes of a nice quiet class period later and I was walking down the hallway again, this time in line with Sophie instead of Lizzie.

“Hey Skye!“

Fuck.

There was June, running straight up to me, looking better than ever in a light blue v-neck.

“Awesome to bump into you in the hallway. Quick question so for pra-“

Sophie suddenly interrupted her, pointing to a mark on her neck partially covered by makeup. “Is that what I think it is?”

June let out a sigh. “You guys can see that?”

My heart crumpled a little.

Sophie just smirked and nodded.

“Yeah it’s what you think it is. Things, got a little heated on Friday.”

Sophie oohed and I tried to seem like I wasn’t disappointed.

“Do tell!” Sophie insisted, but June shook her head.

“Maybe later. Speaking of later though, do you know if I can skip practice today Skye?”

Code red, June was not supposed to skip practice today. No one was. I knew this. But I definitely was not going to tell June that.

“I’m sure I can pull a few strings yeah, it’ll be fine.” I was proud of my smooth voice considering the fact it would not be fine and I was a wreck of emotions. My heart was pounding and my stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies.

She finger-gunned at me and nodded her head. “Cool. See you later then!” June was walking away from us and I got the sudden urge to follow her, which I shoved down.

“And you’ll tell us that story!” Sophie shouted after her.

June turned around and winked, and I hoped I wasn’t blushing as I rushed to pre-calculus.

The day that Andrew broke up with me I came home crying. My mom told me that everything was okay, and that one of the worst pains you ever experience is your first heartbreak. I assumed that was probably true for her, but not for me.

I had been crying because I saw two guys holding hands in the hallway, and my friend laughed and made fun of them. I had been crying because I remembered the fact I could never fully accept myself.

I realized it was much more pain to lie to yourself and everyone you love every single day than it was to be broken up with. I learned breaking your heart down little by little each day hurts much more than getting it broken at once.

“What do you mean June isn’t coming?” Coach was mad at me. I knew this was coming, but I couldn’t help feeling panicked at her yelling.

“It was my fault, I told her it was fine if she missed practice. She wasn’t uh, feeling good today.” My voice was shaking slightly, I hoped at least my lie seemed good enough.

Coach looked me up and down. “Fine, but it isn’t like you to forget when a practice is important. Next time we’ll need to talk, I put you as captain to take charge. Now come on, go get the rest of the girls from the locker room.”

I let out a quick breath and jogged back to get our team.

I could barely focus during practice. Luckily, I’d gotten quite good at multitasking, spending most of my time inside my head even while practicing or talking or doing homework.

The only thing on my mind was June. Why the hell had I lied for her? She was nothing to me, barely even a friend. No, not even a friend. We were nothing to each other, merely classmates. She was just my classmate. Just my funny, smart, insanely attractive classmate.

Who was going to be the death of me.

Other crushes before June had been just that. Crushes that through a few weeks of denial had just vanished. Yet June was more than a crush, it was like I couldn’t get her off my mind, I couldn’t even think anymore. She was there, invading my thoughts.

Sometimes I let myself imagine dating her. I’d imagine going to the upcoming homecoming dance with my hand in hers, our dresses in matching colors. She’d do my makeup, I’d curl her hair, and we’d get milkshakes together after the dance. It’d be perfect.

Except, those fantasies could never happen. June would be going to homecoming, but with her boyfriend instead of me. And I’d be there, most likely with some random guy strung across my arm just to keep my parents from asking why I didn’t have a date.

Why couldn’t life just be easier sometimes? If my parents were more liberal, or I wasn’t so scared, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

For about the millionth time, I find myself wishing I was just normal for once. Why couldn’t I have been straight?

“Hey, Skye you’re coming to that party on Saturday night right?” Lizzie had a habit of always cornering me directly after cheer practice.

“I don’t know. Probably. Isn’t it being put on by… Ivy right?” I know I’m coming, I need a distraction from school. We were assigned three project in the past week and I’d take any chance I could get to blow them off even for a day.

“Yeah, and her parents are like crazy rich and are leaving town for a few days. Pretty much everyone’s gonna be there, you better come!” Everyone? Would that include June?

No. I needed to stop thinking of her. “Yeah fine. I’ll see if I can find someone better than Luke there.”

Lizzie giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. “Like it’ll be any trouble for you to get a guy.”

I smiled back and held back a sigh. She didn’t realize that was the exact problem.

When I was ten years old this boy was being strangely rude to me. He made fun of my braces and called me stupid, which was ironic because I was the smartest kid in my class.

I told my mom, but she just brushed it aside. She told me that he was just being mean to me because he had a crush on me.

Now, that didn’t make much sense to me. I hadn’t really gotten the idea of a crush at that age, I thought it was just when you kind of liked someone. And why would you be mean to someone you liked?

The next day I called the really pretty girl in my class dumb. She started crying and my teacher got mad at me.

I spent the next year confused as to why.

“Hear me out: David.” Sophie was over at my house, helping me out with an English project.

“What? No! Isn’t he your cousin!” I had mentioned to her an hour ago that I wasn’t going with anyone to Ivy’s party, and Sophie had made it her personal mission to find me a guy.

“Yeah but he’s hot. I mean not as hot as me obviously, but still hot.” Sophie was joking, I could tell, but I definitely couldn’t disagree with that statement.

Seeing my disinterest, she tried again. “Okay... Joey.”

“Joey?” To be totally honest, I had no idea who that was.

“Joey! He’s a senior, he’s really cute, and he just broke up with his girlfriend and is super available. Plus I heard he’s actually pretty nice, which is saying a lot for the guys at our school.”

I considered for a second, then nodded.

“Joey it is!”

“Hey, Joey right?” It was Thursday, just far enough away from the party to not seem desperate but not too far to make me seem overly enthusiastic or excited. I’ve learned that dating is like a science, just the perfect mixture of feelings, timing, and the right words can do a lot.

“Yeah. Hey there Skye.” So he did know me. Well I mean, that would kind of make sense. Everyone seemed to know the queen.

I flashed a shy-yet-still-flirtatious smile, leaning just slightly closer to him. “I was thinking you could come with me to Ivy’s party Saturday?”

Joey grinned. “Um, yeah, totally. I’d love to.”

“Perfect! Be at my house at… 9?”

“Sounds good to me.” Sophie was right, he was nice.

“Awesome!”

I pecked him lightly on the cheek before turning and making my way to the locker room for cheer practice.

When I was in middle school I saw two girls making out in the hallway. They were brave, considering our town was pretty conservative.

Later in the day I saw them eating together at lunch, sitting hand in hand and smiling at each other. They looked so happy despite the obvious staring from everyone around them.

From then on I began to notice those two girls more. I saw them in the hallway, at lunch, during gym class.

I noticed that they were always together, and they were almost always smiling.

I also noticed that everyone else avoided them like the plague. The other girls would refuse to talk to them, they’d get stares from across the lunchroom, and more than once I saw them clearly getting made fun of and bullied just for being themselves.

I never once spoke to those girls, and I haven’t seen them since the end of eighth grade. Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if I had said something, anything to them. Or even stood up for them, helped protect them from the stares and the bullying. Maybe I’d have been a better person and maybe I wouldn’t be so scared now.

Thinking about them sometimes make me feel like happiness is possible for me, but I always remember how I watched them get harassed and did nothing.

I often wonder if I even deserve happiness.

Today was the day. I was wearing a slim black dress and one inch heels that matched, plus a face caked with makeup that included a smoky eye I perfected in ninth grade.

Joey was two minutes late exactly, he just texted me to come outside rather than knock on the door. It certainly wasn’t gentlemanly, but it wasn’t like it was prom or anything.

When I got in his car he told me that I looked amazing, which was guy talk for I looked really hot. I told him he didn’t look too bad himself, which was girl talk for we might have sex later.

Ivy’s house was twenty minutes from mine and in that time Joey played subpar music and we talked a bit. And by talked I mean he asked me about school and cheerleading in an insanely awkward one-way conversation.

Ivy’s house was already filled with people considered we got there slightly later than it started, which as everyone knows it exactly the right time.

As soon as we got there we walked directly outside where people were crowded around a pool and hot tub, most of them with red solo cups in hand. After several people had seen us together, meaning our social obligation to make sure people knew we came together was filled, Joey’s group of friends called him over to them and I found some of the girls on my cheer team. Lizzie handed me a cup with something that smelled like really bad beer.

“I saw you walk in with Joey, you two a thing?” She questioned immediately after greeting me.

“Maybe? We just came together, it probably won’t develop into more.”

“Uh huh.” Lizzie said sarcastically and giggled with the rest of our friends. Then they all started mindlessly chattering about guys while I pretended to listen and did a scan around the area.

Ivy’s house was beautiful, nicely decorated from the outside with full windows, fancy looking plants, and obviously expensive patio decorations. However, I wasn’t really looking for that. Instead, against my better judgement, I was looking for June.

I checked once, twice, and a third time just to be sure, and saw no sign of her. I shouldn’t have been disappointed, but I was.

“Hey, we’re gonna go refill our drinks and watch a beer pong match, you wanna come?” Britney informed me.

“Sure.” I couldn’t care either way, but I knew the more I drank the more likely I would be to enjoy this so far uninteresting party.

Five senior guys were standing by the beer pong table, watching these two guys going head to head. One of them was Joey, who waved me over to him slightly.

“Hey want another drink?” I haven’t even realized I had already drained my cup. “The beer out here is awful, but I can probably get you some pretty good stuff I saw inside?”

It was actually kind of nice, and I genuinely smiled and said yes, watching him walk back into the house, failing to hide a smile himself.

“Won’t develop into more my ass!” Lizzie mumbled behind me, and I turned around and lightly hit her shoulder.

I didn’t ever really mean to make guys like me. In all honestly, I was just nice to them and did what I knew I was supposed to do and smiled and nodded and somehow it always seemed to make guys fall for me. I always felt slightly bad, I mean it wasn’t their fault they had fallen for me and I never returned their feelings.

Five minutes of watching the two senior guys play beer pong and getting increasingly louder later, Joey returned.

“Now this, this is some top shelf vodka mixed with a coke. The good stuff.” He was joking, but he wasn’t really funny. I laughed anyways to be polite.

I took a sip, and it was actually fairly good. He seemed fairly proud of himself when he saw I was enjoying it. “It’s good, thanks!”

“Listen this might sound weird, but I really want to kiss you right now.” Usually guys just kissed first and asked questions later. He was a special one.

I didn’t really want to kiss him, but all the senior guys plus all my friends were watching, as much as they tried to hide the fact that they were. So, instead of turning him down, I replied, “what’s stopping you?”

Then his lips were on mine, and he spilled his drink pulling me in closer to him. I had to hand it to him, I’ve kissed a lot of guys, and he was definitely one of the better kissers. He was gentle and soft, but he knew what he was doing. I pulled away first, faking that I needed to breathe. Really I just didn’t want to make out with this guy in front of his friends.

“Wow…” Joey was grinning.

I faked a small laugh, and kissed his cheek lightly. “I’ll be right back.”

Ivy’s house was giant and it took me ten minutes of wandering through crowds of drunk teenagers and somehow downing another glass of beer to find the bathroom, which was on the second floor, the hallway to the left, third room on the right. In that time I had finished my drink and gotten significantly more tipsy. That beer was awful, but boy had it been strong. Plus the vodka wasn’t exactly light either.

Someone was in it when I got there, and I waited for five minutes before some girl finally opened the door. She was short and looked like a freshman, and she had definitely been puking in there, most likely from not knowing her limits with alcohol.

I went in the bathroom and closed the door quickly, not bothering to lock it since no one else was even near the room. I sank down to the floor and just sat there, leaning against the door.

I wasn’t exactly sure how long I stayed there, I just didn’t quite feel ready to leave. I kept thinking about Joey, about all the guys I had taken to parties. How many people have I flirted with, lead on, lied to, just to hid the fact I wasn’t what everyone thought? How many innocent guys had I used like that?

I didn’t realize I was crying until the tears dripped onto my legs. The alcohol was not helping my thoughts at all.

Suddenly I felt pressure on my back that I assumed was someone trying to open the door. I moved out of the way on instinct, and the person burst into the room.

Of course, it just so happened to be the one person I did not want to see right in that moment.

“Skye? Whoa were you crying or something?”

“Oh hey June! Nah just got light headed and was splashing some water on my face.”

She was obviously drunk, she was swaying and smiling with the appearance of a typical drunk person. That would explain why she didn’t question me further.

“You look really nice tonight Skye!” She was slurring her words, but I still couldn’t help but blush.

“Ha thanks. You okay there June?”

She nodded and put her hand on the sink next to her to steady herself a bit. “Uh huh!”

I giggled lightly to myself. I could feel the familiar butterflies in my stomach, but with the effects of alcohol hitting me hard all of a sudden I didn’t really care.

“You’re blushing!” She pointed to my cheeks and I could feel my blush darken despite myself.

She did a half gasp and stepped a bit close to me. “I knew it you are blushing!” She giggled to herself though my slurred mind couldn’t figure out why.

“Are you blushing because of me?”

June suddenly seemed very close to me and I was aware of how flushed her cheeks were and how good she looked in the lighting of the bathroom.

“Maybe.” I couldn’t stop myself from saying it but I immediately regretted it. My self restraint was going down rapidly, this was really bad.

June giggled again, but before I could even think as to why she was laughing, her lips were on mine.

They were soft, softer than anyone I had ever kissed before. The kiss was sloppy, but passionate. I stopped thinking, closed my eyes, and pulled her closer to me. She backed me into the wall behind me and deepened the kiss, giggling into my mouth before pushing even closer to me.

It was perfect, everything I had ever imagined and more. And it was over all too soon, she pulled away laughing after only a few more seconds.

“You’re a good kisser! That was fun!” She kept giggling at me and I just stood there, my face hot and my breathing rapid.

I just kissed a girl. No, not a girl, I just kissed June.

“I’m gonna go find Matt!” She said enthusiastically, and I stopped breathing. “You’re super fun!” She giggled one last time and left the bathroom.

I exhaled sharply when she left and held back tears. For a split second I had fooled myself into believing that the kiss meant something, anything, but she was straight and drunk and it meant nothing to her.

My heart was slightly broken, and my mind was slowly trying to understand what had just happened, but in that moment, I didn’t regret it.

When I looked back on this moment, I wished I had been more observant or had less to drink that night. Because maybe then I would have heard footsteps in the hallway or at least heard Lizzie calling my name several times. Maybe then I would have noticed the door opening and stopped myself from making one of the dumbest mistakes of my life.

But I didn’t.

The night got worse after that. I had stayed in the bathroom for another ten minutes or so, pretty much just in shock. Finally I washed my face off and retreated back down stairs, attempting to find Joey.

When I finally did I realized he was wasted beyond belief, and he was completely passed out on a couch.

Well. There goes my ride.

I decided to just crash down on some chair in an isolated part of the house. I called my parents and quickly told them I was sleeping over at Sophie’s and I’d be home later in the morning the next day. They didn’t even question it.

Finally the whole party washed over me, and I grew exhausted. I felt my eyes growing heavy as my head pounded, and I let myself drift off to sleep still just sitting in that chair, my last thought being the feeling of June’s lips on mine.

“Jesus Christ wake the fuck up Skye!” I woke up to the sound of Ivy nearly screaming at me.

“Oh god please be quiet!” I whimpered, the headache had come already. I must have been more wasted than I thought last night.

“I’ve been trying to get you up for like forever now. It’s eight in the morning, everyone’s gone, you’re the last person I’ve had to wake up, and though I’d love to let you stay and recover here, I’ve had a long ass night and I’m gonna need you to get the fuck out of my house.” Ivy seemed hungover too, and very annoyed. I figured it was best to comply.

“Yeah. Awesome party.” I mumbled, standing up and hoping I could manage to walk to Sophie’s house from here.

I made it outside before I puked on Ivy’s lawn. I was definitely more wasted than I thought last night.

The sunlight did not help my aching head, but emptying my stomach did feel pretty good. I mean throwing up in someone else’s lawn is never good, but considering everything it at least felt good to get rid of all that alcohol.

After wiping my mouth with my sleeve I called Sophie, praying she would pick up.

“Hey! What’s up?” Sophie sounded insanely hungover too, though she pretended to be lively.

“Can you come pick me up? I’m still at Ivy’s house and I told my parents I spent the night at your house. Please?”

Sophie sounded slightly annoyed, but she knew she owed me for one time when she got super drunk and almost slept with her ex before I picked her up at two in the morning and let her stay over at my house.

Twenty minutes of sitting in front of the house of one of Ivy’s random neighbors later, and I was trying very hard not to puke in Sophie’s car.

“Wow you’re wasted.” She noticed.

“I thought I only had like two drinks or something. But I guess I just don’t remember having more.” I was really hoping this hangover would vanish, I had a chem project I wanted to get started on this weekend.

“Oh I get that. I don’t remember half of last night, but I do remember Adam. Damn could that boy kiss.”

I pretended like I cared by nodding my head and asking, “Who’s Adam?”

Sophie sighed a bit and then giggled. “He’s this senior who goes to another school. We didn’t have sex or anything by the way, but we did do a lot of other things.” She giggled again, and I shuddered. I was so glad when she stopped talking, I hated talking about sex. Mostly because of the whole I’m-not-attracted-to-guys thing.

The rest of the car ride passed without conversation. I think Sophie might have been singing along to the radio, but my head was pounding so much I just tried to tune it out.

Once at her house we went directly up to her room and I immediately fell on her bed, mumbling a thanks before passing out again.

The second time waking up was much better than the first. I know a lot of people say a good hangover cure is some weird drink or like doing some weird routine, but I prefer to just sleep it off and then chug some water or juice to get the taste of bile and alcohol out of my mouth. It’s worked for me so far.

The bad part of waking up this time was that memories of the night before flooded my memory. Specifically, the memory of kissing June. The thought of the two of us, alone together, finally expressing how I feel through a kiss.

And the thought of how June just brushed it off and probably went to go sleep with her boyfriend. Like it was nothing.

I tried to just ignore that thought and instead pushed myself out of bed and into Sophie’s bathroom. I’d stayed over enough times to know where it was without help, and I washed my face and hands, hoping to clear my mind with the water.

Just like I had before it happened.

I turned the water off and quickly left the bathroom, looking for Sophie in hopes that maybe she could take my mind off of it. Plus at the very least she’d tell me which clothes I’m allowed to borrow so I wouldn’t have to continue wearing my outfit from the previous night.

I found her sitting on her couch in the living room, the television in front of her playing some game show, but she was focused on her phone. I walked up behind the couch, calling out as I did so. “There you are! I’m finally up.” I tried to sound lighthearted, but my kidding quickly ended when Sophie didn’t look up.

“What’s that?” I asked. I could see her phone now, she was looking at Instagram, which was pretty normal.

She didn’t respond, she just held up her phone for me to see. It was open to Lizzie’s account, which was also fairly normal. What wasn’t normal though, was the first picture. I grabbed Sophie’s phone and clicked on it, seeing the full image.

It was a picture of me, pressed against the wall in Ivy’s bathroom, with June’s lips on mine. I hesitantly swiped left and saw there was a video, showing me grabbing June closer to me, deepening the kiss like I had always wanted to. Below was a caption, “I always knew there was something wrong with her. #gay”. She had even tagged me in the photo. I swiped back to the picture and handed Sophie back her phone, not quite processing what had just happened. I was in shock.

How could Lizzie do that? Just walk in on us, and take a video like that? It was so… so wrong. I felt my heart shrinking, my breathing getting faster and shallower. No she wouldn’t do that to me, she would never post something like that of me.

“You’re gay?” Sophie’s soft voice broke me out of my spiral.

I couldn’t speak. How could I deny this? What kind of lie could I quickly create to get her to think it was something else, anything else?

But I took too long. Sophie knew.

“Holy fuck you are.”

I felt like crying. There had to have been some mistake.

“Okay… I um…” Sophie was shocked too. I could see the image still open on her phone. I wanted to just throw it at the wall.

This could not really be happening.

“I think you should leave Taylor…” Sophie looked away from me as she said that, as if she couldn’t stand to look at me. Just because she knew I was gay. I always thought Sophie was more open minded then the rest of them, but if this is how she reacted, that means the rest would…

“But Sophie…” I couldn’t even defend myself. She just shook her head in response, still not even looking in my direction.

I felt myself crying despite the fact I couldn’t even feel it. I didn’t bother checking if I left anything in her room, I just walked through her house to the front door and then continued walking. I walked a few more feet before I collapsed for the second time on some strangers lawn, this time crying into the grass instead of throwing up.

How could Lizzie have done this?

The walk home was a long and slow one. I couldn’t walk straight, couldn’t think straight, and I still was wearing my old, alcohol and vomit covered clothes. I knew my parents would ask questions, but I couldn’t care in that moment.

I kept trying to figure out how to get out of this. Lizzie hadn’t seen everything, had she? How well had she seen my face? Did she see my reaction afterwards? And why did she decide to spread that, why hurt me?

A worse thought lurked in the corner of my mind, like a ticking time bomb. What would my parents think?

I tried to tell myself they couldn’t possibly have seen a video from my friends Instagram, they wouldn’t just assume I was gay from one video. They’d be more worried about how I was drunk. They’d care more about my well being than if I actually was gay even if they had seen the video.

But the thought was still there.

Reaching my house, I had to steel myself. I wasn’t ready to see my parents, but I had nowhere else to go. I took a deep breathe, and rung the doorbell, waiting two beats before my mom opened it.

I watched her face as she did it. First it was surprise, quickly morphing into fear and concern over my outfit and obvious stench of alcohol, again changing into anger, and then settling into a face of disgust and hatred.

Hatred. Hatred of me.

They’d seen it.

She pulled me inside the room and marched me straight into the living room, where my dad was sitting on his computer. Lizzie’s mom had sent them the videos and it was open on the screen.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” My mom said, harsher than I’d heard her in a long time.

“You leave saying you’re going to a party, and you come home drunk and smelling awful, and then this, this video of you and this girl!”

I couldn’t say anything. My mind was racing, trying to come up with a good response. I had nothing.

She rambled on for a few seconds about how irresponsible I was, and how disappointed she was. I barely heard it.

Finally my dad spoke up, concern in his voice though his face was turned away from me.

“Is this true?” He asked softly. “Are you gay?”

I felt tears threaten to spill down my face, and I closed my eyes as I slowly nodded my head. When I opened them again my mom was crying. She stared at me like she didn’t know me.

“No no, my daughter isn’t gay. Skye you better be lying, this better be some joke because I didn’t raise my daughter to be some, some lesbian.”

My dad finally got up from the couch, and he hugged my mom. His face was reserved, like he was holding all his anger inside. Was he mad at me?

“I’m still the same person you’ve always known.” I squeaked out, nervous to even speak.

“My daughter is going to hell.” My mom was muttering, shaking as if she was more hurt by the news than I was. As if telling me this hurt her more than me.

My eyes stung from the effort of holding back my tears.

“Just go to your room. We’ll talk about this later.” My dad said, stern.

I took a second to debate talking back, saying I was still their daughter, but I didn’t. I just turned around, and walked away.

I lost my virginity last year. It was at his house. He was the one who brought it up, and I had agreed, though I can’t remember why. It might have been because he was cute, and he wanted me, and that felt good. Most likely it was because I wanted to prove that maybe I wasn’t gay at all. Maybe it would feel amazing and I’d realize I was straight after all.

He was good at it, I think. I didn’t like it. Some things felt good, but nothing felt right.

I went to school two days later, knowing he’d already told his friends and knowing I’d have to tell my friends as well.

They all complimented me, they wanted to hear all about it, many of them just wanted to know if he was any good at it so they could spread rumors around if needed.

I can’t remember much of what I told them. I didn’t give many details, I didn’t talk shit about the guy, but I wasn’t enthusiastic either.

I do remember seeing a girl across the cafeteria while my friends were interrogating me. She was older than me, and had strawberry hair and freckles that could have made me melt.

I remember wishing, more than anything, that I had lost my virginity to her instead of him.

My parents decided to ignore the new developments. I spent the rest of that day alone in my room, ignoring the flood of questions from people on social media. I ate dinner with my parents, just like normal, but we didn’t talk much. My mom had pulled herself together and instead of disgust on her face when she looked at me, her expression was absolutely blank. I couldn’t decide which had been worse.

After dinner I spent my time agonizing over what my parents would do. Would they continue to be upset over this, would they force me out of the house, would they send me to one of those weird camps for changing gay people? A small part of me had hope that they would see reason and come around to the fact that I was still their daughter, who they hopefully still loved, and they would accept me.

Plus, I couldn’t decide what to do. I told Sophie I was gay, and my parents, but maybe I could find a way to lie through this. If I was enthusiastic enough and kept saying it was just one drunk kiss, maybe I could get through this with just a scratch on my reputation.

But even still, imaging going back to lying about who I was every single day hurt more than any offensive comment ever could. I had to be honest now, it was time for me to be myself. So I promised myself, there and then, that I would be honest.

I couldn’t stop thinking, torturing myself well into the night. I woke up the next morning feeling worse than ever, terrified to go to school but even more scared to stay home.

I changed into my least bright clothes, a grey hoodie with the school name on it and skinny jeans, and prayed that the day wouldn’t be completely awful.

My parents didn’t say goodbye to me as I grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen and headed out the front door, and I didn’t shout out a quick “I love you” as I left.

As soon as I got in my car I started crying. I cried for minutes, letting the tears spill down my face and collect on my hoodie. I would have traded anything for the chance to stay there the whole day, just sobbing out everything I was feeling, but realism set in and instead I wiped my face off, added a new layer of foundation, and smiled into the rear view mirror.

I needed to seem fine, so maybe everyone else would leave me alone. I doubted it would work, but I turned my car on anyways, accepting whatever was about to happen.

I managed to avoid everyone on my way to first period, which was the one class I didn’t have many of my friends in, but that was about where my good luck ended. Everyone had seen the video of me kissing June, and they all stared at me. I could tell they were conflicted, almost all of them seemed like they wanted to talk to me, but they all seemed too scared. I was still the queen they had known.

Finally, one guy I knew was on the junior varsity baseball team, and had definitely hooked up with my friend Chloe at some point, decided to speak up.

“So if you’re gay now, do you think you’d let me turn you straight?” He said, making most people in the room laugh. One part of me wanted to hide away and let the shame I was feeling show, but that wasn’t who I wanted to be in this moment. I remembered who I was before, confident and proud. For all the wrong reasons sure, but I could be those things now for the right ones.

“Only if you let me turn your sister gay.” I said, not looking up as I walked to my desk. I could still hear his exasperated gasp though, and it made me smirk just a little.

“Fucking dyke.” The guy mumbled, shuffling back to his place in the back of the classroom. I didn’t even dignify him with a response, and after that everyone was quiet.

The queen still had power after all.

I knew there was no escape when class ended because the second I walked out of the room Lizzie had turned the corner of the hallway and instantly spotted me. She was being trailed by Sophie, who I assumed she collected on her way to find me. I quietly cursed the fact that I had ever told her my schedule.

“Skye!” She shouted, marching straight through the hallway at me. If people weren’t staring at me yet, all heads turned towards me. I fought the urge to blush and instead moved more into the open. Why bother to fight the inevitable conflict that was about to go down?

I couldn’t read Lizzie’s face as she finally reached me, though Sophie definitely had a mix of embarrassment and guilt on her face. I had a feeling it had to do with kicking me out of her house, but I definitely didn’t feel bad for her. She made it clear where she stood with me.

“So what’s up with you being some lesbo and not telling anyone?” Lizzie asked, her voice strong and mocking.

“You know I thought we were friends Lizzie. What’s up with you walking in on me and someone and taking a video? That’s so fucked up!” I shot back, not willing to let my emotions take control. No more hiding, no more holding back. Lizzie was going to hear what I had to say. “And what’s up with posting it online? You didn’t think how that could fuck up my life, or the life of the other girl!”

Lizzie laughed, actually laughed. “I already talked to June before I even posted it. She said you had convinced her to make out with her ‘just to try it’ and she was drunk enough to try. She said you were the one who was actually into it too.”

Of all the things I thought Lizzie would say, that one hurt the most. I had a feeling June didn’t care about the kiss like I had, but hearing it like this, and hearing that she had twisted it around just so she wouldn’t be under attack to, it shattered my heart. I had a moment where I let the pain show on my face, but I didn’t have time to bother about June now. She didn’t like me, I already knew that, and now that I knew what a bad person she actually was, I could get over her.

“You want the truth Lizzie? I’m lesbian! I always have been! Happy now?”

Lizzie smirked, but Sophie blushed behind her. Why was Sophie blushing?

“So now you’re proud to be a dyke? I hope you realize you’re over at this school, no one’s gonna care about some weird lesbo.”

I sighed. So this was how she was gonna play it? “I honestly don’t give a shit what you say. I don’t want the popularity. At least I’m true to myself, and at least I cared about myself, which is way more than can be said about you.”

I didn’t see Lizzie’s reaction because I turned around and flipped her off, walking to chemistry alone with a new sense of confidence.

I passed June in the hallway after chem, but I didn’t stop to admire her like normal and I didn’t get butterflies in my stomach. Instead I just felt angry, and I kept walking.

A hand on my arm stopped me, and I turned to see Sophie.

“Please talk to me, it’ll only take a second.”

I sighed but listen to Sophie rather than have another hallway blow up, ignoring the way some of the guys around us laughed as we made our way through the hallway together. Sophie dragged me into the girl’s bathroom around the corner that was usually relatively empty.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. I was in shock and I didn’t know what to do and I panicked. Please don’t be mad at me.” Sophie looked honestly upset, but I didn’t trust her and I hadn’t forgiven her.

“Years of friendship and you kick me out of your house for being gay? Why Sophie?”

“I like girls too.”

I hadn’t expected that. I got silent, knowing my face was betraying me and showing how surprised I was.

“I think I’m bisexual. That’s the term for liking girls and guys right? I read about it online. That’s why I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry, I know you needed a friend in that moment and it wasn’t me, but I wasn’t thinking right and I was panicking and I’m so sorry.” Sophie was rambling, I had never seen her like this.

“I get it. It’s okay.” I mumbled, still trying to piece everything together.

“Please don’t tell anyone?” Sophie asked quietly.

“Of course now. Why did you tell me?” Sophie could have just hidden her feelings and acted like Lizzie, lashing out and protecting herself. But she didn’t, she opened up to me. Even I probably wouldn’t have done that if the tables were turned.

“I thought you would understand.”

I did understand. It made perfect sense, that was why Sophie always seemed so open, that was why she dated so many guys, that was why I always felt we were similar.

“And I promise I’ll keep being your friend, and I’ll try to bring the others around to.” She said, regaining her normal composure.

“Thank you.” I said. And I meant it. Suddenly I felt better, as though as wasn’t as alone as I thought.

That day was one of the worst I had ever experienced, but also one of the best. Everywhere I went there were comments about me under people’s breaths, but I walked with a confidence I never had before. Maybe I wasn’t who they thought I was, but I was who I always wanted to be.

My parents finally addressed things that evening, saying that though they didn’t like it, and they weren’t going to encourage my “habits” as they put it, they still loved me. My mom was much more put together, and my dad didn’t have a dull anger behind his eyes. It wasn’t support, and it wasn’t encouragement, but it was something.

I had many more days like that, feeling the hate of peers pressing on me, but finally feeling free. One and a half more years of those days to be exact.

But finally, high school ended. I didn’t end the “queen” of the school, but I did get into Brown University with my high GPA and SAT scores, plus my essay about overcoming adversity related to my sexuality. I’d be going there in the fall and be studying chemistry.

I also got a girlfriend. Sophie came out, and had much better luck than me since I had already opened the door for her. Still, we bonded a lot over being the only two openly queer girls at our school, and eventually romantic feelings grew. We started dating in March of our senior year. My parents hated it, but I didn’t care much because I already had my acceptance to college and my way out of our small town.

Things got better after that. I found people who would accept me, and I never stopped learning to accept myself and live with confidence.

Now I’m done with my sophomore year of college, I’ve been dating Sophie for years, and I’m surrounded by the right kinds of people. It’s weird to think that the girl I was in my junior year who hid behind makeup, cheer, and popularity she didn’t want would turn into the person I am now.

I guess that’s just what happens when you stop worrying so much about being a queen and instead just try to be.

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So, I have this The Big Bang Theory AU

So I have this sorta AU of the big bang theory that start sooo early in the show, and it’s one that I live in a sad relationship with because the big bang theory was the one show I was heartbroken to hate.

So, basically, we meet the boys and Penny, and she IS this blond, Nebraskan naïve kid who’s just really into the United States’ dream of fame and fortune so she’s in Cali, and we happily go those three or four episodes where the blond dumb tropes where… eh, okay, and all the boys where just behind he creepy line in their adorkable type that you half cringed but they seemed more like Peter Pan’s lost boys and less future sexual harassment suits; so, we’re just a that point, then, STOP:

AND ACTION:

Because in my half-made expectations before the show actually got along, Penny, who has been spending most dinner nights with the boys save the occasional ‘girls night out trope’, has some ‘unnamed person over’ in the boys apartment, and they can be really impressed or snide about some unfinished equation on the board, and this will prompt her into explaining whatever crazy science scribble it’s on Sheldon’s board really earnestly, which of course send everyone into shock, only she brushes it off because when she was a little kid she was actually somewhat into science before it stopped being cool (as in, high school where all dreams go to die), so, she forgets about that…

EXCEPT then one day Leonard is SUPER stuck on something on the board, and she goes and just… puts those numbers that seemed to be just missing from it, and HEY YOU JUST SOLVED THIS CRAZY HUGE EQUATION HOLY SHIT

And then it turns out PENNY was a ‘WHATEVER BRANCH OF SCIENCE SHELDON AND LEONARD ARE’ genius all along, but she never allowed herself to be too much into it the mere basis behind it (math and physics) because growing up she had too much energy to just allow herself those hours listening to sciency diatribes to put into written all that stuff she always kinda got in a faraway sense, but now she’s older and can actually focus beyond bull-riding, she realizes that faraway thing is SCIENCE and IS HER THANG

ONLY excuse you, she has a dream, and it’s to be an actress, so she resists the call of math, and stubbornly continues auditioning and selling herself as THE BLONDE TROPE because she’s a sensitive artistic soul who will NOT be shackled by the rigor of scholastic paths

ONLY turns out that Caltech place pays really well, and she does like shoe shopping, so she allows them to lure her once in a while to the evilness of UNIVERSITY where she feels really awkward because as the show shows, CalTech seems like a really cut-throat place, and also she’s not into writing out long essays explaining her math thingy, no please. SO she continually escapes the clutches of Gabblehouser (? his name T.T)

WHICH BRINGS US BACK TO THE BOYS! who are super confused by this sudden turn of event (A WOMAN who is ATTRACTIVE and SMART and also their PLATONIC FRIEND *gasp!) and at first don’t really know how to interact with Penny, who as far as she is concerned still acts her same hot dumb blonde role, only better paid, cuz it’s not like her actual intellect changed, she just started using that part of it she disconnected from a whiiiiile ago, (so no, she won't suddenly turn into an overnight nerd more than she had always been, nor does she abandon her cute outfits and vanities and actual lazy personality)

And part of the show would be about the boys showing her the cool fun parts of SCIENCE without dumbing it down for her in that really insulting way they do it on the actual show

Part of it is also Sheldon going bananas because the faculty asked him to make Penny’s BRILLIANT UNADULTERED GENIOUS into hard, fast, college essay worthiness, and no, Penny, Chicago is not the right way for citations and STOP PUTTING CUTE SQUIGGLES IN THE PAGE FRAME WOMAN! CUTE SCIENCE IS NOT SCIENCE And also let’s stop looking at my equations I can do it myself, and poor Sheldon ends up having to translate pop cultured sass into gentile math for the sciency peeps, (P & S do always influence each other, after all) so we focus on their cute, quirky BFFsness (and maybe eventual romance, cuz I shipped them until HARD CHAUVANIST SHELDON EMERGED later in the show) and they have the time of their lives bickering over how Penny’s equations are too short and dry and to the point while Sheldon’s are whimsical and romantic and too drawn out.

And the other beautiful part of it it’s the boys are still having their go at love, except HERE they actually realize the kind of woman they want to date is LITERALLY RIGHT THERE to give them real life advice beyond ‘pick up lines/ew nerds are creepy’ and explains the things women actually want, like being respected for their intellect in whatever shape may come, as well as whatever employment they have –whether there rocket scientist or dog walkers or waitresses, as long as they work hard and honestly for a living no work should be made fun of-

AND because this is an AU, Penny actually, continually whoops their asses Nebraska style for being sexist little shits and thinking they can get away with it with their little underdog bullshit and off course it’s not something that happens like magic, it takes a series of dramatic, emotional, occasionally chaotic events that allows the boys to finally understand that they’ve been materialistic jocks all along, (really, just give them serious muscles and a backwards hat and they all become that really frightening coworker/schoolmate/ad infinitum that acts in that super unsettling way that they think it’s sexy-funny but it’s actually very threatening)

SO: they find themselves on all too new path in their search for a partner: one in which they start to view women beyond the tropes and the ideals, and realize there’s some seriously cool chicks who are actually always that much more deep than they initially realized and perhaps they don’t find THE RIGHT ONE, but somehow they start gaining an increasing number of awesome, diverse women friends, and sometimes some of them grow to be more than that!

And of course, this is a COMEDY so, instead of the creepy ‘revenge of the nerds’ shenanigans that always leave u feeling that bit uncomfortable (using toy trucks with cameras to see under a person’s skirt in real life is SO WRONG so I don’t understand why it was okay on TV on a space where the guys were supposed to be her friends, in the very building where she lives and also that teddy bear with the camera that’s super illegal?) Penny and all the boys’ new woman friends teach them the WAYS OF LOVE into girls hearts, the REAL ONES like actively listening (not dude-listening where they nod and you can see them thinking ‘women talk’) and engaging in non-judgmental debate rather than lying about agreeing with whatever they think they want to keep them agreeable, and talking WITH them about the boys interests rather than AT THEM because seriously, there are many fun ways to join all the sci-fi, fantasy, etc fandoms with aspects of EVERYDAYS LIFE you just have to take an interest in what the other person likes and TRY to find a way to make the convo fun for both, which the boys by their very own plot are not very good about but the point of social awkwardness is that it can be helped by practicing in safe environments with people you trust,

but again, because it’s a COMEDY they’ll try too hard (like they’ll try to explain how PRO-feminism they are, except they’ll be so earnest and filled with facts about it that they’ll dominate the entire conversation and at the end of their date they’ll be like OHSHIT I DID THAT MALE THING) , or just plain be stuck in WTF-With-This-Century-Land (like a girl who aggressively insists on paying her own food but then gets super offended when they don’t open the door for them and the boys are like: I JUST WANT TO RESPECT YOU! And men who insist on fighting for WHITE MAN RIGHTS-hellyeah! and they want to jump in and argue that except Rajesh is the only actually culturally diverse and he’s kinda meh about it so they just flutter with indignation) or a trope where they’ll be watching some movie/playing a game that they REALLY love only half way through it they start to get really uncomfortable and then they’ll realize that’s its sexist in some way or another and they be like: THIS TOO?! DAMN YOU WHITE RICH MALE SOCIETY! YOU’VE LEFT ME WITH NO SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE THINGS TO ENJOY! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS WRONG WITH YOU IN THE 80s-90s?!)

All meanwhile Penny is seriously tripping cuz how the fuck did they make an 80 page long, long-worded, pompous pretentious essay on that itty-bitty, classy, elegant equation she wrote for funsies last week SHELDON WHY and now she has to read through it all when she just wants to go for a fun caltech-cheque spending shoe extravaganza and kick the traumatized boys’ asses on halo ½ which they have decided are the least offensive ones in the franchise and even though Penny is very ‘meh, its fine, women are used to it’ they’re like NO WOMAN MY GUILTY CONCIENCE WON'T LET ME ENJOY THE GAME AND ALSO IT GIVES YOU AN ADVANTGE CUZ WE’RE TOO BUSY ASSURING OURSELVES WE’RE NOT PART OF DA-SYSTEM TO SHOOT BACK!

So Penny learns to integrate this part of herself she always pushed aside and learns about being a practical adult while maintaining that sweet, yet dryly idealistic side that made her Penny, and also using your full potential in all that you do and probably something about balancing all the aspects of your personality rather than grabbing the ones you think will please people the most and shoving the other aside, and my babies will learn that once they put aside prejudice and insecurity and cynism by way OF TRYING HARD AND ACEPTING YOURSELF (as in the human that you are at your core, not all those things society tries to pin on you) even when certain parts of society aren’t always ready to take you as you are, rather than conforming and using this as an excuse to justify behaviour your ‘label’ accuses you of, you keep opening yourself up and never stopping from trying, (which is hard and not always short-term rewarding) it all leads to something beyond physical attractiveness and first-meeting impressions and tropes and prejudices and all that crap, it leads to TRUE HUMAN CONNECTION OF MINDS AND SOULS ALIKE.

And that’s the actual, awesome Big Bang of HUMANITY!

So, yes, this is what I had actually pictured back in the very first episodes before it all went so, so wrong. I really thought it was gonna be one of those progressive, dry/funny shows that show the fun side of progress like The Flash or Boy Meets World

#the big bang theory #penny the big bang theory #shenny #ThebigbangtheoryAU #I DREAM OF THE DAYS OF PRE-LEONARD PENNY #she was so fun #Tired of 'adorkable' creepy trope'#tiredofalltropes #GIRLS&BOYS power #sheldon cooper #pretty and blonde can also be smart #THEREAREDIFFERENTKINDSOFSMART TOO #STOP JUSTIFYING SEXIST BEHAVIOUR ITS 2017 #itsnotjustashow #tv affects the world

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Jake and Reese were two rough-and-rowdy jocks who had been raised by their conservative families like princes and as such, they expected the rest of the world to treat them like royalty. If somebody dared turn their nose up at them, the boys weren’t afraid to lay hands on the poor fool and force him to submit to their superiority. They had no great love for anybody who didn’t fit their definition of normal – namely straight white Republican football-loving jocks.

As such, it was hardly a surprise that quite a large portion of the young adult community in the town had grown to resent Jake and Reese. Even their own teammates on the local college football team thought they were racist homophobic douchebags. The general consensus was that the two lads needed to be taken down a notch but how?

The plan was actually rather simple. For all their good looks and bad attitudes, both boys had rather poor common sense and were known to leave their lockers completely open whenever they were working out in the gym or running laps on the track. All it took was for one mistreated nerd to replace their protein shakes with a little broth he’d cooked up in the science lab. It was the same color and constituency as the protein shakes but even if it hadn’t been, he highly doubted they would have noticed.

Sure enough, without even hesitating a moment the boys downed their drinks within minutes of returning to the locker room. Their teammates watched with baited breath, silently hoping and praying that their new nerd friend hadn’t been over-selling his chemistry skills. They had promised him a place on the reserve team if he did a good job, after all.

Just as the team began to presume that the plan had failed, the junior quarterback nudged the guy next to him and pointed over at Jake. “He look smaller to you?” he muttered, keeping his voice low for fear of what the blond jock might do if he had heard. They were known for their rather wicked tempers and he didn’t want to end up on the bad side of it.

Sure enough though, he wasn’t wrong. Jake’s upper arms were no longer the size of footballs and his track pants didn’t hug his thighs quite so tightly any more. Turning their attention to Reese, they were delighted to find that the same could be said for the dark-haired jock. The duo had previously been some of the largest guys in the locker room but the junior quarterback now felt comfortable in saying that he was easily the same size as his senior counterpart.

Deep down both Jake and Reese knew something was happening to them but they couldn’t quite identify what it was. The transformation of their bodies was slow and subtle but it was also accompanied by a change to their thoughts, desires and memories. A fog began to cloud their mind and as a mild panic settled in his brain, Reese broke down into giggles.

“What’s wrong with you, man?” Jake asked sharply, absently taking note of how much smaller his best friend looked. He couldn’t be any taller than six foot anymore – but then again, it wasn’t like he was much taller. A memory of them both being in the six-foot-four-to-five range lingered for a moment, prompting confusion, before it was wiped clear of his brain.

“Just… I’m just…” Words completely failed Reese for a moment and he instead opted to glance around the room, internally pleading for help even as his eyes settled on the sweaty muscular bodies that surrounded him. Oh fuck! The beautiful sight prompted an almost immediate tenting in his shorts. “I’m horny,” he admitted, a blush coloring his cheeks.

As Jake took notice of his friend’s sudden situation, the same began to happen to him too. “M-me too,” he stammered, taking notice of how the young men surrounding them all seemed so much bigger and stronger than them. Neither Jake nor Reese saw them as teammates or even former teammates. All memories of being two of the prime players on their college football teams had been completely wiped away, replaced by thoughts of shaking their asses for older men and worshiping any stud who would have them.

Giving into their new identities, Jake and Reese lowered themselves down onto their knees and opened their lips, ready and waiting to be dominated. It was the only reason they could think of as to why they’d be in the football team’s locker room and thankfully their former teammates were only too happy to have their way with the two douchebags who had given the jocks of their college such a bad reputation for the past several years.

The junior quarterback – although he presumed it was fair to say he was now the team’s starting quarterback – made a note to get back in contact with the nerd that had helped them out. There was definitely a spot for him on the bench if he could whip up another one of his creative potions and fit in with the muscular jocks of the locker room!

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Eternal Highschool (Endless Summer AU) Chapter I: New Kid Summary: Nicole discovers what a general day is like at her new school and realizes that making it through this high school might be a lot harder than she originally thought. Word Count: 2501 --- The first day of school and she was already late. Nicole was a bright girl, creative, open minded, and full of ideas, and she always seemed to know exactly what was coming next. Her father had gotten a promotion and had to move to a new state in order to stay with his firm, so now Nicole finds herself in an unfamiliar state surrounded by unfamiliar faces, and late for school. As she raced down the long bland halls to her first class she took in her surroundings and realized she had quite a few options. To her left she saw a kid sitting outside by a tree, nearly asleep if not already, and not planning on getting up any time soon. He had long light brown hair and wore a Beatles shirt under his army green jacket that laid over his jeans. In front of her was a science classroom that was quiet and nearly desolate, if the door hadn't been open she would've thought the class was empty. She then looked to her right, knowing all that laid behind her, and there she found an English classroom bursting with life and laughter, the door closed but not holding in the bustling sounds of the room, and just beyond that other doors and lockers lined the hallway. She looked down at her schedule, rolled her eyes, and with a deep sigh read off her first class aloud, "Science, 1st hour." Stepping into the classroom all eyes fell on her, a cold silence overcoming the room, the students eyeing her up and down, taking in every detail of her face and clothing, judging and examining her with their eyes. "I'm Nicole," She introduced herself breaking the silence, clearing her throat first as the teacher scowled. "Sit down," the teacher grumbled, messing with some papers on her otherwise organized desk, her eyes never leaving the papers. "Where?" Nicole asked before catching the eyes of some of the students who only glared at her suspiciously. Ultimately a boy peeped up from the corner to be a contrasting welcome to her presence, "Over here." She nodded and sat next to him, setting her stuff down and sliding into her chair before turning to shake his hand, "Im Nicole." "So I've heard," he chuckled, "I'm Diego. I'll help you find your clique." "My clique? I don't really have a clique, at least I didn't," Nicole admitted pulling out a notebook after seeing the others do it as well. "Everyone has a clique," Diego lectured simply and pointed to a group along the wall, "That's Craig, Sean, and Michelle. They're the jocks." As he called their names out Michelle burst into laughter and Craig screamed something out that Nicole only made out as, "Why'd you make me do that?" Sean reassuring him that he'd be okay as soon as he did. Nicole nodded along as he continued, "That's Grace and Aleister. They totally love each other, but they'll never admit it. They're the nerds." Grace accidentally knocked her pencil off her table and muttered a nearly silent "oops" as Aleister leaned over to pick it up. "Be more careful next time, Grace," he shook his head slightly. She apologized again more softly, though it seemed impossible, and continued what they were previously doing. "That's Quinn and Raj," he explained gesturing to the two in seats in front of them, "They're really good cooks. They're in a bit of a mixed clique. Quinn's a mom friend and Raj is the fun friend." Raj playfully shoved Quinn's arm as he turned around in his chair, meeting Quinn's eyes, "I love hearing people introduce us, mom friend." Diego cackled and Quinn kicked his foot gently, "Quit it you two. You're gonna scare the new kid! I'm sure she's already scared enough!" Quinn offered her hand and Nicole accepted it with a smile, "My name is Quinn." "I'm Nicole," she grinned and turned to Raj, "And you're Raj then, I take it?" He nodded with a smirk, "That's me. Who are you again? You've only introduced yourself a million times!" Diego and Raj broke out into laughter and Quinn just rolled her eyes and let out a small chuckle. Nicole followed suit and chuckled along and soon turned her gaze to a girl sitting at a back table, and prodded them, "Who's she?" "Who?" Diego turned to see the girl and immediately locked eyes with Nicole again, "Her name's Estela. She's kind of creepy and mysterious. No one knows anything about her." "Odd," Nicole shrugged it off, but on the inside curiosity soared inside of her and she hoped to have a chance to learn more about her in the future. "Is it weird that I kind of want to be her friend even though she scares me?" Raj offered up a rhetorical question and only received an exaggerated nod from Diego. "And the kid outside?" Nicole asked, returning the conversation to the original topic, still unbelievably curious. Diego stood and took a minute to look out the window and then returned to sit fully in his seat, and Raj took the opportunity to break the silence with a question that he seemed to already know the answer to, "Back at it again?" Diego nodded and Quinn sighed, "One time he's going to mis something important!" Raj pursed his lips and leaned back, "Well the least we could do is get him to hold out longer than the first day!" Diego attempted to hold back his laughter but a stifled laugh came out anyways, Quinn only smiled widely at it. Nicole chuckled, "An every day thing I take it?" "Oh, yeah. For the most part," Diego informed, spinning his pencil in between his fingers, "His name is Jake." Nicole nodded and began to speak again when the teacher spoke abruptly, "My name is Ms. Iris." As she spoke she began writing her name on the board and as she drew a line with the blue marker under her name she continued, "Not Miss, not Ms. I, only Ms. Iris. I hope many of you already know that I will not tolerate acting out or speaking out of turn. No laughter that is not without due reason and no cell phones." A girl who's head was half shaved and her ears lined with piercings chuckled from the corner. "Who's she?" Nicole whispered to Diego, her voice unheard by the teacher who masked it with her own voice. "That's Zahra. She's a rebel at her best. Her and Craig had a thing a little while ago," Diego explained. "Jock Craig?" Nicole raised an eyebrow. "That's the one," Diego chuckled, leaning back in his chair, "You're a fast learner." Nicole smiled to herself as the teacher barked at Zahra for chuckling, "That was rude and disruptive. Do you have any idea how upsetting it is to hear that?" "If it wasn't upsetting," Zahra paused and kicked her feet up, and with a smirk continued, "I wouldn't have done it." Ms. Iris muttered something under her breath and walked back up to the board to continue a rather boring lesson and Nicole ended up doodling the entire class. As the bell rang and they moved along to second hour, a wave of students rushing out of the door, Diego, Raj, and Quinn pulled Nicole along with them. "You've got English next right?" Diego asked as they walked confidently down the hallway, Nicole racing to keep up with them. "Yeah, I do," Nicole admitted as she followed them and most of the others to their next class. "Good morning, sweetheart!" Quinn teased as Jake walked groggily through the door. He brushed off her teasing and stumbled into the English classroom. Nicole turned to meet Diego's eyes, almost asking him a question without even speaking. "Yeah, it's just a thing he does," Diego spoke, answering her unspoken question and she shot him a nod. They all piled into the class quickly, the teacher bright and bubbly, announcing a daily schedule. Nicole sat with Diego on her right, Jake on her left, and Raj and Quinn in front of them both. "Ok class, today we have a new student!" The teacher was surprisingly happy, unlike her previous teacher, and she seemed to actually enjoy being there. "Nicole, why don't you come up here and introduce yourself?" The teacher announced and as Nicole hesitantly made her way to the front of the class the teacher turned to speak to her, "I'm Ms. Lila by the way." Nicole smiled and then turned to address the class, "Um.. My name is Nicole." Noticing that Nicole didn't know what else to say Ms. Lila prompted her, "Where are you from, Nicole?" Grateful for her question she smiled, "I'm from New York but it's a pleasure to be here now." "That's very nice. You may take your seat now," Ms. Lila offered kindly. Nicole sat back down and began following he lecture closely but occasionally she could swear she caught Jake looking at her, but she couldn't think of a solid reason why. As the class came to a sudden end, Nicole was glad that time flew by so quickly and began gathering her stuff in her bag. "I'm off to third hour, yours is just around the corner. Don't be afraid to ask someone if you can't find it or get lost!" Diego smiled and was soon out the door with Quinn and Raj close in tow. Nicole chuckled to herself, shaking her head slightly and soon noticed that the only people in the classroom were her, Jake, and Ms. Lila. Relief washed over her when Jake did not speak to her immediately and Ms. Lila bid them both a good day. As they both left the door Jake headed in a different direction she wondered if he had stayed after later for a reason or if it was simply a weird and awkward coincidence. She shrugged it off and headed to her history class. Tugging on her backpack straps she strode into the classroom and awaited the beginning of the lesson. This class held few people and less familiar faces but she sat down near Sean, the only one she seemed to remember the name of at the moment. "Hey, Nicole, right?" Sean smiled. "Yeah. You're Sean?" She questioned and when he nodded, his smile never fading, she chuckled with him, "I thought so." "Way to hang around the spotlight," a girl on the other side of Sean teased. "What?" Nicole was genuinely confused but she could understand when looking back how it was taken rudely from the perspective of anyone who didn't understand her intentions. "As if you don't know who Sean is," the girl had now come into Nicole's view and she remembered that it was Michelle. "Take it easy, she's new here," Sean explained, covering for Nicole. Nicole smiled at the gesture, but brushed off the conversation as Sean and Michelle began arguing. The teacher then rose to speak, she was blonde and dressed as if she was in Texas, "Welcome to your first history class of the year." Nicole examined her clothing one final time before focusing back on her words, "My name is Ms. Massey." As if reading off of a list she continued, "We have a new student named Nicole," She gestured towards Nicole and continued, "And we're going to take the rest of the day to make sure you guys understand how this class is run." "Ugh, Rules," Zahra groaned from the back where Nicole hadn't even noticed her sitting. "No rules. Just a syllabus," Ms. Massey assured with a lighthearted laugh and began passing out papers. As the class flew by Nicole began to stare out the window at the colorful leaves falling off the trees and blowing around in the air. She began to wonder how long the year would feel when every day felt like this. "Class dismissed," Ms. Massey's voice brought her out of her daydream and she smiled at the clock noticing that she was letting them out three minutes early. As Nicole peered out of the class she noticed Jake sitting out by his tree and contemplated using her extra time to go out and speak to him. Her debate raged on in her mind before she ultimately decided against it. There will always be tomorrow, or so she convinced herself. She trudged to her next class, Spanish with Mr. Reyes. 4th hour. Walking up the stairs she smiled to herself as she seen the flags for the language classes lining the hallway and she stepped into her classroom. "Hola! Bienvenidos," Mr. Reyes smiled and she nodded along. "Hablas español?" He asked and then when she half shook her head he smiled, "All in due time." The class was strict and the rules were followed and yet it was still rather fun. The notes were meticulous and she had to pay close attention but she was beginning to understand it. As the bell rang out the halls flooded with students and she weaved her way through the crowds. She was thankful that the next thing she went to was lunch, and as she opened the door to the cafeteria she realized just how separated the cliques were. They all sat separately and spoke loudly, the room was overfilled with unnecessary noise, and she was grateful to meet Diego's eyes and for him to beckon her over. "Nicole! Nice of you to join us!" He teased as she set her stuff down and rolled her eyes. "How you liking your classes so far?" Diego prodded, opening his lunch bag with a sigh and eyeing the cafeteria food before deciding not to get food from the line, muttering something about "food poisoning wasn't worth it." "They're alright," she admitted as Quinn got out a well packed lunch and handed Diego some. "What classes do you have next?" Diego reached for her schedule that she had set on the table. "Oh no," he sighed deeply, "You're going to hate the rest of your day." "It can't be that bad, right?" Nicole was now afraid, she hadn't looked closely at the rest of the day yet and as Raj leaned over in silence she repeated herself, "Right?" "P. E. with Ms Brooke is not going to be fun to say the least," Raj began, "Math with Mr. Hunter should be terrible, but then again I just really hate math so that's probably it but still. And then you've got art with Ms. Abby which is a fun class but it's really difficult to pass." "How so?" Nicole refused to believe that art of all classes would be a hard class to pass. "You'll see," Raj grinned, "You'll see."

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