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closedafterdark · 3 years

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First Love

LOOΠΔ Park Gowon x Male Reader

11538 words

categories: fluff, smut, oral, light! bdsm, holy water required

notes: @mintwithchoco 👀

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There’s a popular saying that you find love when you least expect it.

For some, it’s about timing. What may not work out now can in the future. For others - it’s finding the courage to tell the other person how you feel. Perhaps it may also be the person was right next to you all along; just waiting patiently. Whatever the case, the roads to one another will be connected so long as both people are willing to meet halfway.

The new school year is always an exciting time. New classes. Teachers. Classmates. Getting to wear a freshly ironed uniform after having had a restless night due to excitement. A blonde haired girl walks down a heavily populated hallway. The sounds of students greeting each other after an extended summer break. Girls chattering away about the concert they went to or the latest gossip about who is dating who. Others run down the hallway as one student throws a crumpled up piece of paper and attempts to make a fadeaway, failing miserably and earning laughter from his friends nearby and especially the person recording with his phone. She walks past several classrooms with a piece of paper in hand before finally stopping in front of a row of lockers. Looking down, she finds the locker assigned to her as well as the combination to open it. Turning the metallic dial left, right and counterclockwise left once more, the locker door unlocks.

She places her notebook and several textbooks inside the locker, letting out a sigh of a relief as the weight has been removed from her backpack. Taking a sticker from the inside pocket of the notebook, she puts it on the door of the locker. The bell above the locker area suddenly rings, startling her. It was now time for homeroom class. Having barely closed her locker, she is almost blown away by a sudden gust of wind as various students run through the hall and try to find their homeroom.

“Listen up everyone, we have a new student joining us. Introduce yourself.” the homeroom teacher said, staring at you. You approached the front of the classroom with heavy steps and slumped shoulders. All eyes were on you which simultaneously caused you to close yours. Some watching intently, others having facial expressions unable to be read. Breathing deeply, you opened your eyes and addressed everyone.

“Hello, I just moved here yesterday.”

“That’s it?” the teacher asked. You nodded, not wanting to say anything else.

“Well, okay then. It seems our class is pretty full.. Do we have any open seats?” She scanned the room. Most were already taken. As her eyes reach the final two rows near the windows, she finds an opening at the very back of the room.

“Ah, you can sit there.” she said, pointing to a seat next to a girl who was the only person to not look at you.

“Park Chaewon, raise your hand.”

You noticed a small hand being raised as the blonde girl who it belonged to refused to look you in the eye. With the teacher motioning you to your newly assigned seat, you heard the murmurs of students after each step you took. Most were girls giggling and having genuine interest in the new person in their class, while others looked like they could burn your skin from their intense stares.

“Good luck.” one student said to you as you approached the back of the classroom.

Removing your backpack and placing the straps on either side of the backrest, you looked to your right and saw the girl known as Chaewon. Your first impression of her was that she possessed an intimidating aura, seemingly not wanting to be bothered by anyone else in the classroom. Her large, round eyes remained focused at the whiteboard in front. Catching yourself staring at her for a bit too long, you were slightly concerned as she still had not blinked once. She was diligent, taking notes earnestly using a cute pink mechanical pencil with a bunny design on it. Her side profile was further enhanced by the sunlight coming from the windows next to you.

Lunchtime was something Park Chaewon looked forward to. Besides replenishing her energy and filling up her stomach, it provided relief from the awkward looks and gossip of other students. She was a loner at school by choice. Many referred to Chaewon as the blonde ice princess - mainly due to her cold expressions and staring at people eye to eye.

Today was a special day at the cafeteria: bulgogi, rice and various other side dishes. Despite having many desserts and pastries to offer most students sought out one - the coveted pillowy soft bread filled with chocolate hazelnut spread. Only offered twice a month, it is always made in limited quantities; no more than ten at a time.

Chaewon had the unfortunate misfortune of missing out on the delicious bread as something always prevented her from seizing one: whether it be a teacher in the hall stopping her to discuss how she felt about the latest test to being bumped by students running by and dropping all of her things. Just a few weeks ago, Chaewon was late to the cafeteria due to having to retake a missed exam.

But this time was different. She calculated down to the second all the events leading up to lunch. For two weeks, Chaewon made sure to get at least 8 hours of sleep, do homework in the library or immediately when she got home. She studied the material right after class ended in order to ensure it was drilled into her mind. Being an introvert and considered “antisocial” and “uncool” by the other students meant she didn’t have to worry about offending anyone’s feelings or waiting up for them. The restless tapping of her foot increased in volume and speed with each passing second in the classroom. She kept a hand clutching her stomach, hoping it would not make loud noises of hunger like it usually did at home. A slight sweat formed on her body as the teacher’s lecture about the different types of Japanese architecture fell on deaf ears.

“... and that is why the legendary Pokemon known as Ho-Oh left Ecruteak City and the Bell Tower after the Brass Tower was burned down. Make sure to do your assigned homework.”

The moment the teacher left the room, Chaewon ran out of the classroom’s back entrance. Taking a look at her wristwatch, her eyes watched the number of seconds constantly cycle through as she timed the distance between where she currently was and the cafeteria. Stepping out of the way of two students helping another gather their belongings and almost running into another student who emerged from a blind spot to the left of her, Chaewon continued running down the hall and each step of the staircase. Placing her hands on her knees, she was mere feet from the entrance to the cafeteria. Gathering the last bit of energy she could muster, she quickly walked inside.

Getting a tray, she grabbed a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. Thankfully with no one nearby, they weren’t able to hear her stomach growled in hunger. She took the metal container of rice and a large amount of bulgogi in stride. Continuing on with the radish soup and a small amount of seaweed and kimchi, it was now time for Chaewon to arrive at the final area before the cashier. With her eyes scanning all the delicious smelling baked goods, she found what she was finally looking for.

Only to find out the last one was just sold to the person in front of her. With a heavy heart, Chaewon sighed deeply and grabbed a similar looking bread filled with vanilla cream and placed it on her tray. After paying for her meal, she found a completely empty table on the corner most part of the cafeteria. Placing her tray down, she tosses the bulgogi around with her chopsticks before eating a spoonful of rice. She tried her best to not be discouraged, reassuring herself that at least there would be something to look forward to two weeks from now. As her eyes wandered and looked at other students laughing and having a good time with friends, she can’t help but feel sad at seeing the chocolate filled bread. Chaewon being deep in thought meant she wasn’t able to hear someone place their tray next to her. She looked down at her meal until her view was replaced with a still packaged bread. With her eyes widening slightly, she turned to her right and saw you extending out your arm. You nudge your hand holding the bread towards her once more, telling her to take it. Despite her hesitance, the excitement and slight amount of drool coming out of Chaewon’s mouth has reassured you that the right choice was made giving up the still warm pastry.

The two of you make eye contact and you give her a small, comforting smile. This causes her to smile back in return and gently take the bread. You and Chaewon eat in silence - with the occasional eye contact and smiles continuing to be exchanged.

You and Park Chaewon quickly became friends - a fact that neither of you knew was that you were now each other’s first friend. The two of you talking to each other earned a lot of stolen glances and whispers amongst classmates, but that too subsided over time. It became commonplace for the two of you to share meals together during school and after studying at the nearby food stands outside the front gates.

You helped bring the best out in each other: you learned the importance of being patient and to not let your emotions get the better of you. Chaewon gained self-confidence to stand up for herself and to properly voice her concerns should they arise. Both of you became well known in your classroom and the neighboring ones; mainly due to the occasional people who tried to bully or tease her soon learning why they shouldn’t mess with her - or anyone else for that matter. Chaewon gradually was able to overcome her shyness and make more friends, expanding both of your social outreach in the school.

Just as quickly as the school year began, it ended. For the most part it was largely uneventful. Except for the one older student who was able to go home early when he was chased by a swarm of angry bees which caused him to jump into the fountain in the middle of the campus courtyard. You and Chaewon continued to grow close as friends, becoming almost as inseparable as Ash and Pikachu.

Summer was a different story. You weren’t able to see Chaewon much due to a rather long family vacation that included a month overseas. While you were disappointed, Chaewon was even moreso. She didn’t tell you, but she spent the first week of summer break planning out a list of places and things to do with you.

“Hey I’m sorry Gwonnie, this came so unexpectedly. They never want to go anywhere, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. With how things are looking, I probably won’t be back until about a week before the new school year begins.” you said during a phone conversation with Chaewon.

“Oh no it’s fine…” Chaewon replied, trying and being unsuccessful with hiding the sadness in her voice. You didn’t want to disappoint her - she had spent the last few months excited about summer vacation and would ask you questions about your interests and what you would be willing to try.

“I’ll make sure to bring back some snacks and other souvenir goodies. How does that sound, best friend?”

The two of you warmed up to calling each other that - something Chaewon took very seriously. She brought up the term when you were both at a bubble tea cafe stating she never had a friend she could open up to and be herself. Until now.

“Tch, yeah okay.” she replied nonchalantly. “... and maybe some bread?”

The sounds of the opening bell and students running across the grassy football field and outside area signifies the beginning of another school year. Park Chaewon held onto the straps of her new mint green colored backpack, happily humming along to the song her headphones were currently playing. Being an upperclassman meant she finally got her own locker - something she has been looking forward to since she woke up. Removing one of the earbuds, she was able to hear what a few passing students were saying.

“Did you hear? She’s going to confess to the handsome oppa.”

“No way, are you serious? Let’s go check it out!”

Tilting her head in confusion, Chaewon shrugged her shoulders and continued walking down the long hallway. Distracted by the thought of something else, she passed by a small gathering of people without so much as a glance.

Various clusters of students watched as two people stood near the steps and between two rows of lockers. The familiar sounds of murmurs, whispers and a few students taking out their phones to record what was happening added to the anticipation. The girl shyly moved her foot back and forth as she looked down, unable to make eye contact with the person she was standing across from. With her left hand appearing to hold something behind her back, she used her right to tuck several bangs behind her ear. She was able to use that to muster up the courage and tilt her head up.

She is the epitome of a beautiful person: long luscious brown hair, bright big eyes, fair skin that almost represented the color of a block of tofu, and proportions that would make even a supermodel envious. Her nametag rested neatly above her coat’s pocket. Word spread quickly of the new junior’s beauty - with many waiting outside her classroom holding notes and various gifts. It was then known that she rejected them all kindly. At least, that’s what the rumor mill around the school said. So it comes as a surprise that she suddenly showed interest in someone, an upperclassman at that.

“I… I’ve liked you for a long time now, oppa.” she timidly said, presenting what she was holding behind her - a bouquet of red and white roses. Her cheeks blushed as she gathered up confidence and continued. “Will you go out with me?”

Her sudden confession earned cheers and applause from the audience. Several commented on how they didn’t expect her to be so bold on the first day of the school year. Some of the people who tried asking her out looked away in disappointment. But eventually all eyes were on you, awaiting your response.

Looking around - being the center of attention was something you actively tried to avoid. Your brain began processing the new information you were given and actively trying to find the best outcome to get yourself out of the current situation. You’d like to imagine that inside your mind were miniature versions of yourself working on a desk, stacks of paper on either side of your computer as you were busily typing away. Another version of yourself wearing a golf visor suddenly approaches.

“Just got an order from the boss. Dump everything that isn’t about how to reject someone!”

“Everything?” you asked yourself in confusion.

“Everything! Come on, let’s move it!”

With your visor self putting his hands on his hips, the entire department is thrown into chaos as the regular employee versions of yourself begin to run around frantically. Announcements of asking where the nearest shredder is could be heard as you held a giant stack of papers and began to run it through. Papers labeled as spice garden tips, top 5 bubble tea flavors, and what bread Park Chaewon liked were seen being destroyed.

“Come on, let’s get moving!” Visor you yelled as he approached another version of you who was standing in front of an open cabinet. “Hurry up, what do you think I’m paying you for?”

“You don’t pay me. We don’t even exist. We’re just a clever visual metaphor used to personify the abstract concept of thought.”

“One more crack like that and you’re out of here!” Visor you said as his momentary surprise turned into a frown of disappointment.

“No, please! I have three kids!” you begged.

A trashcan is then filled with a box labeled math while yet another version of you is shoveling piles of paper on the ground into an industrial furnace. You were slightly squeamish watching paper being slowly flushed down the toilet. The once well-oiled machine of your mind became a chaotic office full of flying paper and employees losing their sanity. Having the appearance of nothingness in your eyes and with your mouth slightly open, the girl brings you back to your senses.

“Well oppa, how do you feel?” she asked.

Thankfully for your mental well-being, your knight in shining armor appears in the form of a girl carrying a guitar with one strap and a chocolate-dipped peppero in another. Closing the locker door, she gathers the attention of you both.

“Wow, you’re outright flirting with him.”

“What?”

Using the peppero as a pointer she continued. “You’re wearing makeup even though it’s against school rules to do so. Your eyeliner isn’t even winged properly. Your hair is dyed which is again, also against the rules. You got him a bouquet of roses without even taking into consideration if he is allergic to them or not. And finally you’re wearing mint green colored socks. I just felt like bringing that up because I hate the color mint green.”

“Son Hyejoo…” the girl said, squinting as she reads the name tag. “Aren’t you from class 2? You guys are from game development so you wouldn’t understand how to have any social or relationship skills.” she smugly replied.

Hyejoo took the peppero out of her mouth and kept her neutral, slightly intimidating look. “What does being in game development have to do with social skills? Would you even approach him if he was just a normal guy?”

The girl smiled while grimacing and ignored her, looking at you instead. “So oppa, what do you say? Will you go out with me?”

“I thought about it and I don’t think I’ll have time to date you.” you said, putting your arm around Hyejoo’s shoulder. Hyejoo cheekily smiled as she twisted her lips to the right side of her face. “I’ll be busy with Hyejoo.”

The two of you looked at each other and smiled.

“I just look at her face and time flies.”

“Not in front of her.” Hyejoo pretends to be embarrassed and hits your shoulder slightly. You wrap your arm around her back and bring her closer to you. At this point, both of your faces are mere centimeters apart. Hyejoo becomes more bold and continues to lessen the distance until both of your noses are touching. She tilts her head and looks at the girl once more.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Do you want to watch us kiss?”

“Don’t mind her. Just focus on me.” you said, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. The two of you tilt your faces and are about to kiss as you hear the girl scoff and turn away. Both of you see her walking away before turning back once more and letting out another sigh of disapproval. With her leaving meant the crowd of people began to disperse - some disappointed she was rejected and many wondering who the person named Son Hyejoo is.

Once everyone was gone, Hyejoo hit your chest and pushed you away from her while you began to laugh. “Did you see that? I told you she was jealous. She only liked you because it would increase her popularity! That’s so gross.”

“Thanks for saving me though, I really appreciate it.” you said to Hyejoo, pinching her cheek. This causes her to rub the newly sensitive area before she crosses her arms.

“What are you going to do about all her fanboys coming after you?” Hyejoo asked. The thought never occurred to you that she was the most popular girl at school. Whether you accepted or rejected her confession, there was bound to be trouble headed your way. You weren’t given very long to ponder as you noticed someone walking through the now empty area.

“Park Chaewon!”

She turned her head and removed her left earbud. Chaewon was excited to finally see you after being apart the entire summer. Tossing and turning the entire night due to excitement, she began to approach you but stopped when she noticed Hyejoo standing next to you. The intimidating and chic aura she exuded could be felt as Chaewon rubbed her arms and shuddered. This was further supported by her being a few inches taller and the way the sunlight from the windows shined on her hair and created a ray of light surrounding Hyejoo.

“H-Hey.”

“How’s my best friend doing? Sorry I wasn’t able to hang out with you all summer. I promise I’ll make up for it starting today.” you said, bringing her in for a hug. Chaewon is caught off guard when her face suddenly meets your chest. She discreetly inhales your scent - lavender with a hint of jasmine. Not expecting feminine aromas to be lingering on you, Chaewon grabs onto your coat and releases what you could only describe as the cutest sneeze you have ever heard. Despite Hyejoo’s facial expression looking the same, you were certain she was surprised at what just happened. You laughed and patted Chaewon on her back.

“Oh by the way, I forgot to introduce you two. Chaewon, this is Son Hyejoo. A family friend and someone who has a very big staring problem.”

“I do not.” Hyejoo said, hitting your arm. “It’s nice to meet you. Oppa’s told me all about you, unnie.”

“Unnie?” Chaewon said, looking at you.

“Did I not mention that? Yeah, Hyejoo’s younger than you by a year.” you said, fixing Chaewon’s ribbon and straightening out her jacket. Satisfied with your work, you reach into your pocket and take out a hairpin before putting it on the side of her head.

“Hyejoo and I were planning on hanging out and playing video games after school. Do you want to join us?”

“Y-Yeah, sure.” Chaewon quietly replied.

“Great! We’ll all meet at the statue outside the front gate. See you at lunch, best friend.” you said to Chaewon before putting your arm around Hyejoo’s shoulders. You raised your hand and flashed a peace sign, showing a homemade bracelet on your wrist. Chaewon looked down at a similar one of her own - the two of you having made it in art class with your initials and the date you first met. She wasn’t sure how she felt other than disappointed seeing you be close with someone else. Chaewon continued to look on as you and Hyejoo walked away; able to faintly hear you asking Hyejoo what she wanted for lunch and her nudging your ribs with her elbow as she unsuccessfully tried to remove herself from your embrace while the two of you started laughing until you were no longer audible.

The walk from school to your house was awkward to say the least. Chaewon had her head down the entire time and simply responded with a few words whenever you tried beginning a conversation. Hyejoo on the other hand stared at Chaewon’s backpack the entire time - the only reason it being a mint green color. She has been very outspoken about her strong dislike for bubble tea and mint chocolate.

Entering the passcode triggers a catchy jingle, signaling the door being unlocked. As the three of you remove your shoes, you are the first to step foot inside the apartment. You place your backpack on a chair before turning around and see Chaewon appear uneasy.

“My parents are always busy working so I have the whole place to myself. Make yourselves at home.”

Chaewon looks at Hyejoo who quickly went to the kitchen before timidly taking her first steps - Hyejoo was a curious individual; scanning the entire inside of your refrigerator with a 360-like view while Chaewon bowed and apologized for intruding, despite no one else being home. The apartment was sleek and modern due to having been recently built. Your parents liked to consider themselves in the upper middle class of the income spectrum. While their principles were built upon the motto that hard work and being humble are essential to a successful person - it’s also nice to treat yourself once in a while.

“Seriously, you guys are out of banana milk?” Hyejoo asked you as she closed the refrigerator door shut and carried a bowl of cut up watermelon to the sofa.

“How could we not be when you drink two almost everyday. You really should cut down on it.” You said, sitting next to her and stealing a piece that was pierced with her fork. Hyejoo shot you a death glare while you smirked and pretended not to acknowledge her.

“It seems like you know your way around here.” Chaewon quietly said to Hyejoo.

“She lives next door so she’s been here everyday. Like a sister I never asked for.” you replied, rolling your eyes as you were met with a punch to the shoulder by Hyejoo.

“Are we going to keep talking or are we going to finally play some games?” Hyejoo asked as she held a controller. You grabbed the remote and instantly changed the television settings, all the while looking at her.

“Prepare to be destroyed, Son Hyejoo.”

You gave Chaewon a controller of her own before powering up the gaming console. It was white in design with a gray base on the bottom. The familiar light blue elongated oval began to glow as Hyejoo went through a cabinet and found the perfect game for you all to play.

“What did you choose?” you asked.

“Mario Kart. Didn’t really feel like playing Smash or Battle Revolution.”

“Are you sure? You always lost at the last leg of the course.”

Hyejoo looked at you as if you insulted her entire family lineage. Furrowing her eyebrows, she pouted before composing herself and stuck her tongue out slightly as her expression changed.

“I will defeat you and shred your cart all the way down to its last atom.”

While the two of you were going back and forth over who was the better gamer, Chaewon remained quiet. She felt out of place - she considered you her best friend and yet it seemed you had better chemistry with someone she just met. She wasn’t sure what to do until your question shook her out of her thoughts.

“What character do you want to play, best friend?”

“A-Anything is fine.”

“You should be Toad then. I think it really suits you. What about you, Professor Watermelon?”

“I told you I hate that nickname.” Hyejoo said. “It’s almost as bad as when you call me Olivia Hye.”

“Why? I think it’s great! Did you know that Olivia is a common English name that has its origin from the 13th century meaning olive? You agree with me right, best friend?” you asked as both you and Hyejoo turned to Chaewon.

“I-I think calling her Hyejoo is fine.”

“Man, you guys are no fun. Olivia Hye would make a perfect stage name!”

“Enough. I want to play already. I choose Yoshi.” Hyejoo said.

“I choose Metal Mario. What map are we going on?”

“Coconut Mall is the best one.”

The game is getting ready to begin and all three of you are getting into position. As the timer counts down on screen, you wipe the sweat from your hands onto your pants in anticipation. Hyejoo wastes no time and takes an early lead when the announcer states you can go. She navigates the course with ease, choosing the upper elevator. You are in pursuit using several Boost Pads to gain speed. The two of you are constantly taking the lead over one another, something that frustrates Hyejoo as she bites down on the lower part of her tongue.

While Hyejoo is busy collecting coins and several more Boost Pads, Chaewon is having difficulty navigating through the course. Her character Toad is a cute humanoid mushroom with a white cap and red polka dots. Currently in 12th place, the odds of Chaewon winning seem grim. She is a full four seconds behind the two of you. The race continues on and a Hyejoo victory is all but inevitable. With the last leg of the race being in the parking lot mall, she continues her commanding lead. Seeing Chaewon not having fun, you toss your controller and take hers, startling her. You begin the ascent from last place, passing your own vehicle and all others as Chaewon looks at you before focusing her attention on the television screen. Hyejoo smirks before realizing you were helping Chaewon catch up. Fourth place became third and pretty soon it was back to where it started - you and Hyejoo neck and neck as the finish line was in sight.

“I’m sorry, oppa.” is all Hyejoo says to you before you see a bright yellow banana peel being thrown on the road. With the momentum being built up and rendering you unable to stop, you run over it, causing your cart to spin out of control and crash. Hyejoo cheers while you hang your head in disappointment. Chaewon comforts you, patting your back softly as you look to her and smile.

“You’re buying dinner.” Hyejoo teased as she stuck her tongue out at you. Glaring your eyes at her in unapproval, you raised your hands up and admitted defeat.

“You chose that map because you knew you’d win!” you protested as Hyejoo crossed her arms and smirked in satisfaction. You turned to Chaewon who was grabbing your controllers and organizing them into one neat pile.

“What do you want to eat?” you asked.

“I… actually have to get going.” Chaewon replied.

“Already? But it’s a Friday night, there’s no school tomorrow.”

“I told my mom I would be home early. Thanks for having me over. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Wait, hold up. Let me get my jacket really quick and then I’ll walk you home.”

“No, it’s fine. I can get home by myself.” Chaewon quickly said as put on her shoes and bowed to you and Hyejoo before leaving.

“O-Okay.” you softly said as the tone of the door being locked rang through the apartment. You looked to Hyejoo who was busy scrolling through her phone.

“She’ll be okay, right?” you asked.

“She’ll be fine. She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. What do you want to eat? I’m in the mood for some grilled bbq and kimchi, yum.” Hyejoo said, her eyes remaining glued to the phone screen.

“Seriously? When aren’t you hungry? Just get me whatever you’re having.”

Still worried about Chaewon, you pondered calling her and staying on the line until she got home. Your phone then started ringing.

“Hey, are you home already? That was quick.” you cheerfully said.

“O-Oppa…”

“Chaewon, what’s wrong?”

“C-Can you stay on the phone with me? I think someone’s following me.”

You quickly got up, startling Hyejoo. Your face became serious as you began to process what Chaewon was saying.

“Where are you?”

“I-I don’t know. There’s a-an alley and the light looks like it’s about to die out. Please hurry oppa, I’m really scared.”

“Just use your phone’s flashlight and talk to me like you’re talking to a parent. I’ll be there soon.”

You went to your room to put on a jacket and mask as Hyejoo peeked her head from above the sofa.

“Where are you going?”

“Watch the place while I’m gone. And order some extra food while you’re at it.” you said, stumbling as you struggled to put on your shoes and leave the apartment. Once out on the sidewalk, you looked everywhere frantically about where to begin looking for Chaewon.

“What route did you take from my place?”

“Yeah mom, we go down to Jeju every year. You like seeing the waterfall and cave, remember?”

South. With a clear direction in mind, you set off to find her. The early evening as some would call it meant a busy night scene. Restaurants open until the middle of the night, bright neon fluorescent signs that are like a signal to summon rowdy patrons to gather and exchange in alcohol and grilled meats. You passed by various couples enjoying a date or a group of friends looking to unwind after a stressful work week. Unsure of where to go next, you continued questioning Chaewon.

“What do you see near you?”

“Mom, do you remember when you got me those cute stickers from the vending machine and I used to put them on everything. Or how we used to buy Cheetos from the convenience store and walk home together? I miss those days.”

You were determined to find her, even if your legs gave out. Taking a sharp left turn and a subsequent right while almost getting hit by a car who honked their horn at you, you finally found her. Looking around nearby to find the suspicious person, there wasn’t anyone else in sight as you brought Chaewon into a hug. You took off your mask, watching as the chilly night air gave form to your heavy breathing. Chaewon’s eyes began to water as she started crying into your clothes. You brought her closer to you and gently stroked the back of her head.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

The two of you help calm each other down before you release her from your embrace. Chaewon looks up and sees you smile before your expression changes.

“Why did you go home by yourself? I told you I’d walk you home!” you yelled, scaring her.

“Our places aren’t that far apart. I thought it would be fine.” she said quietly.

“Next time, Hyejoo or I are going to walk you home and that’s that.” you said, crossing your arms and regaining your composure.

“Why? You spent the entire day talking to Hyejoo more than me.”

“Why? Because I care about you, that’s why!”

8:02 AM. It’s a morning unlike any other as Detective-in-training Park Chaewon takes her seat in the briefing room. Having spent three years as a beat cop, she was excited to finally get hands on experience and advance up the promotional ladder.

“Happy Tactical Village Day!” a woman said to each person in the room, high fiving them in the process. She was extremely bright and cheerful, possessing a smile that could melt away anyone’s troubles. She turned to Chaewon and raised her hand, earning a soft hi-touch in response.

“Jung Jinsol, I’m surprised to see you so excited about departmentally mandated training exercises.” Captain Jo Haseul said, simultaneously addressing the woman along with the rest of the people in the briefing room.

“It’s the most fun day of the year!” Jinsol said, beaming. “Something you wouldn’t understand because you’re not programmed to feel joy.”

“Yes… But, my software is due for an exuberance upgrade.”

Jinsol folded her lips into her mouth and covered it with her hand. Others nearby tried their best to suppress their snickers as the captain continued.

“Pick a partner and stick with them. This is a team building exercise - I don’t mind you all having fun, but be responsible. Make sure to be on your best behavior and show everyone why Blockberry Precinct is the best precinct in our area. Dismissed.”

“Want to be partners?” Jinsol said, turning to Chaewon and batting her eyes repeatedly.

“I guess…” she replied. “But I too am due for an exuberance upgrade.”

One extremely long bus ride later, the squad arrived at the site of the training exercise. Various other precincts were also in attendance as Chaewon admired the building. It was rather dated and had seen better days, but she didn’t care. She was thankful to finally be given a chance to prove herself.

“I can’t wait for this to be over.” Jinsol whined.

“What? You were going on and on about how excited you were to be here. What happened?”

“I don’t actually look forward to being here. I enjoy getting the free souvenir bags and food they serve after. The meat melts in your mouth.” Jinsol explained as a small amount of drool began to seep out of the corner of her lips.

Shaking her head, Chaewon opened a duffel bag given to her by the event organizers and began going through the checklist to make sure everything was accounted for. As she fixes her safety glasses, she hears a familiar voice.

“Park Chaewon?”

It was a voice she knew all too well. But she didn’t want to believe it was real. Someone who was once an important part of her life. Sighing, she turned around - a slight hope that her premonition wouldn’t be true. But her instincts never failed her before, so why would they now.

“H-Hi, oppa.”

“It’s been a long time.” you cheerfully said as you awkwardly pulled her in for a hug. Chaewon raised her hands to reciprocate but stopped halfway. The two of you stayed like that for several seconds before separating.

“Hyejoo, you’re here too.” Chaewon said.

“You don’t sound excited to see me.” Hyejoo coolly replied before tilting her head sideways and also giving Chaewon a hug. This time, Chaewon really did not know what to do and repeated the same lifeless motion she did with you.

“Small world, I really didn’t expect to see you here.” you said.

“Me neither…” Chaewon said as her voice still remained at its extremely low volume.

“Happy Tactical Village Day!” Jinsol announced to you and Hyejoo, her warm and inviting smile breaking the tension.

“I’ve heard of you, Jung Jinsol right? The famous rookie who managed to talk down the Treble Clef robber by doing a duet and singing in the rain?” you said, extending out your hand to shake Jinsol’s, only to be met with her high fiving you.

“That’s me! He wanted to send a love letter to his dearly beloved by writing, err, more like carving musical notes onto his victims. I didn’t know other precincts knew about me!” She said excitedly.

“I guess you guys are competing in the tag team free for all? Good luck.” you said, focusing your attention back to Chaewon. Her eyes briefly met yours, causing her to look away. With a slight tint of red on her cheeks, she felt the temperature in the room drop slightly only to see Hyejoo pass by.

“ Son Hyejoo, wait up! I’ll see you guys out on the field!” you said, waving to Chaewon and Jinsol as you ran to catch up to your dark haired partner.

“Everyone, listen up. There are ten hostages and thirty perps. Your mission is to safely rescue the hostages while eliminating the perps. Be careful as some of them could be disguised as civilians. The training exercise ends in two hours. Begin.”

Park Chaewon points her modified paintball gun at an empty room as her specialized glasses relay create a personal heads-up display displaying all of the information needed. She scanned the room for any clues but was disappointed to find out it was simply empty.

“Clear.” she relayed through an in-ear piece.

“I’m hungry. I knew we should’ve eaten more before this. I'm hungry, don’t want to gain weight.” Jinsol whined as Chaewon slowly walked through a hallway and entered another room.

“Seriously, unnie? It hasn’t even been thirty minutes since we last ate.”

“You call three pieces of carrot and some cashews eating? I can’t believe it took you twenty minutes to eat those by the way.”

“Focus. Is there anything on your end?”

“No, room two is clear also. What do you think about getting crepes?”

“You talk about not wanting to gain weight but want to eat crepes?” Chaewon asked.

“But have you tried Nutella crepes with banana slices? They are to die for.”

“I’m not going to cook them for you, unnie.” “I wasn’t expecting you to. Especially since the last time you were in the kitchen, the precinct almost got burnt down. I mean really, who puts a cake from the bakery with the metal tin still attached and reheats it for forty minutes? We had to air out every floor and it still wasn’t enough.”

“Not to mention the Captain calling me Chaewon Ramsay.” Chaewon whined.

“I remember that.” Jinsol said, laughing loudly into Chaewon’s ear, causing her to flinch. “You want to talk about where the lamb sauce is, it surely wasn’t in the Blockberry Precinct’s now defunct microwave.”

“One last room.” Chaewon replied, focusing her attention back onto the mission. “I’ll see you there.” Navigating through the almost endless hallway, Chaewon makes a left and looks up to see sets of stairs that could almost reach the sky. With a deep breath, she begins to climb. The first ten sets provided little difficulty, but as she continued on, Chaewon felt herself growing fatigued. The sign indicating what floor she was currently on began to increase in number. She was certain she climbed 99 floors - but in actuality it was probably twenty. Dragging herself up the final ten steps, she leaned against the wall only to see another pair of shoes standing next to her. Looking up she finds Jinsol, still possessing her patented warm smile.

“H-How did you get here…” Chaewon blurted out, swallowing her own saliva as she felt her mouth be dehydrated.

“You know there was an elevator, right?”

The two women point their guns in the air, looking at each other before entering the open final room. Their glasses showed no signs of life - but as the two go deeper inside, Chaewon finds the outline of a woman on the ground. Using two fingers, she looks to Jinsol and tells her for both of them to go straight ahead. Entering another room, they find Son Hyejoo on the ground with her hands tied behind her back and a bandana around her mouth.

Chaewon quickly rushes to her and helps her up while Jinsol removes the pieces of cloth. Hyejoo looks at her before pulling her in for a tight hug. Chaewon pats her back as the two embrace each other.

“Unnie’s here. It’s okay, Hyejoo.”

“Thank goodness you’re here. One of the civilians went off script and decided they wanted to be a perp.”

“Really? That’s pretty strange. I thought most of the people labeled as civilians don’t really care what role they got.” Jinsol said.

“I guess not.” Hyejoo replied. “I was trailing them but got caught here.”

“Let’s go find them then and win this thing.” Chaewon said, standing up and extending her hand out to help Hyejoo. As she is about to take it, someone else enters the room.

“Hey Hyejoo, why did you ask that guy if you two could trade-”

A whirl of blue paint passes by Chaewon followed by a grunt as she and Jinsol turn around to see you, having been shot by your own partner. You looked down at the giant blue stain on your vest as the pain began to gather at where you were targeted. With everyone still in a state of shock, Jinsol reaches for her gun but is shot too. Chaewon’s gun is still in her hand but knows she is unable to do anything.

“I’m sorry, unnie.” Son Hyejoo said as Chaewon herself is eliminated, thus ending the training exercise. It felt eerily similar to when the three of you played Mario Kart and Hyejoo betrayed you both. The same mischievousness seems to have not been lost with time.

After a fresh change of clothes, the four of you gathered outside the training facility. Chaewon was no longer a blonde, though a fair amount of it could still be seen through her now darker color. She wore a slightly see through black dress with various jewels that adorned it, showing the faintest amount of cleavage. It was a blend of tasteful and awe inspiring. Her grey colored contacts and bright red lipstick were the key points that stood out to you.

“You guys want to grab a drink? I know a pretty cozy spot nearby here.” you said to the group.

“I uh… just realized I can’t. I… gotta go meet my boyfriend.” Jinsol said, winking at Chaewon before bowing to you and Hyejoo. Chaewon tried preventing her from leaving but was unsuccessful at stopping her.

“What do you say? We’re one person down, but that doesn't mean we can’t catch up like old times.”

Chaewon looked at you both and smiled nervously.

The bar you brought up had seen better days. The decor was dated with wooden tables and various sized bar stools spread out. Various neon signs were burned out, with a sign that said ‘Quality Drinks Here’ having been reduced to ‘Quality Drinks Her’. Despite all this, it seemed to still have regular customers as well as a wall adorned with alcohol bottles.

“This place is such a dump, why did you choose it?” Hyejoo asked.

The reason why presented itself. An attractive woman tending the bar was always a sure fire way to get customers to come in, and you were no different. Her long light brown hair with blonde highlights ended past her stomach. Saying she was easy on the eyes was an understatement. The mole on her right cheek and near her left eye were accentuated by her winged eyeliner and pink eyeshadow. Her fair skin only helped in bringing out her beauty even more.

“Hey there.” she said, her deep voice unexpected compared to her appearance. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“Work’s been keeping me busy. How are things?”

“Same old. Drunk old guys drinking away their problems and ignoring their wives calling them. Creeps trying to hit on me and ask for my number. So you know. The usual. I see you’ve brought company.” She said as she wiped down the counter and placed coasters in front of the three of you.

“Yeah. They’re old friends of mine. This is Park Chaewon.” you said, introducing her to your left. “While the creature on the right here is called Son Hyejoo.” This introduction earned you a punch to the arm from Hyejoo as the bartender laughed softly.

“You two are certainly pretty.” she said as she grabbed a few bottles from the wall to replace the ones in front of her. She then grabbed a packet of straws and placed them under her side of the bar.

“What can I get you guys tonight?”

“I’ll take a beer. Something smooth. And dark. What about you guys?”

As Chaewon pondered what to order, Hyejoo instantly knew what she wanted.

“I’ll take sex on the beach. Make it really dirty.”

“A fine choice. We don’t really get requests for that much.” the bartender said with a smile. “And for you?”

“A virgin Cuba libre…”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that one more time? I couldn’t hear you.” she said, placing her index finger behind her ear and leaning closer.

“I wanted a virgin Cuba libre…”

“Isn’t that just a cup of cola with ice and a lemon wedge?” you asked.

“Nothing wrong with that at all.” the bartender said, scolding you. “Don’t mind him. Your drinks are coming right up.

The bartender quickly got to work, making a show of tossing bottles into the air and grabbing them successfully while pouring exact measurements into a metal container and making sure they were shaken, not stirred. She finished Hyejoo’s drink in record time, placing it on the coaster with a paper umbrella as a decoration. Reaching into the mini fridge behind her, she grabbed a dark amber colored bottle of beer and popped open the cap for you. With Chaewon’s drink, she placed a rocks glass on the coaster; using a pair of plastic tongs to put three ice cubes and adding the carbonated beverage. Slicing a lime wedge, she wiped the rim of the glass with it before squeezing several drops into the drink.

“Hope you all enjoy it.” she said before tending to other customers.

Hyejoo wafted the scent of her drink into her mouth before taking a sip. The liquid was slightly bitter, but not something she couldn’t handle. She bit on the lime wedge and puckered her lips.

“Not bad… I see why you come here. She’s cute.”

“That’s not the only reason why I come here, Hyejoo.”

“Why else would any other guy be here if there wasn’t a smoking hot bartender?”

“The quality of the drinks has improved ever since she started working.”

Hyejoo rolled her eyes as she removed the paper umbrella and continued to drink. You turned to Chaewon who swirled her drink around.

“How’s yours?” you asked.

“It’s fine.” she quietly replied.

“So, how have you been? Hyejoo and I lost contact with you after you dropped out a month before graduation.”

“I’ve been okay.. Hoping I finally get promoted to detective.” Chaewon said.

“I believe in you. You were always great at whatever you did.” you said, smiling softly at her. “And hey look at this.”

Chaewon turned her attention from her drink to you to see your wrist still adorning the bracelet the two of you made all those years ago. A sudden wave of emotions washed over her. She knew she had to excuse herself immediately.

“I… gotta go.” Chaewon said as she suddenly left the bar.

“You know she likes you, right?” Hyejoo said, getting your attention.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I could see it in her eyes from the moment I met her. She’s liked you as more than just a friend. And you are too dense to admit the same.”

“I like Chaewon as a friend, Hyejoo.”

“Friends don’t make bracelets together with their initials and the date they met unless they’re girls or a couple. They certainly don’t drop everything and try to find someone in the middle of the night. Plus, while your actions make it seem like all your attention is on me, I know Chaewon is in your heart. The question is, are you going to stop lying to yourself and chase the one who got away?”

Your entire past with Chaewon is replayed in your mind as you think about her smile and the way she made you feel.

“I think I just figured something out. I gotta go.” you said to Hyejoo.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Uhh…” you looked around and approached Hyejoo slowly before kissing her forehead and exiting the bar.

“No… pay your bill! Who raised you?” she said to herself as she swirled her drink around and took another sip.

“Why didn’t you tell him how you feel?” the bartender suddenly asked as she approached Hyejoo.

“He only sees her. I missed my chance years ago.”

You stood outside the bar and found Chaewon sitting on a nearby bench. It was rather high, causing her feet to not touch the ground. She kicked the air repeatedly, unaware of your presence. You crossed your arms and admired her for a bit before sitting down.

“I’m not dating Hyejoo. I never did.”

“I didn’t say anything…” she said quietly.

“But you were thinking about it. Hyejoo’s just a close friend. Something you used to be as well.”

The two of you sat in silence and admired the night sky. Even through a busy metropolitan city, the stars were still able to be seen.

“I can’t live without you.”

Chaewon looked at you to see you still watching the stars, pointing at a few of them as you smiled.

“Without you, whether it be a month or a day, the time I spend becomes meaningless to me. This was the conclusion I came to when I saw you again at the training exercise today. I’m sure you don’t understand what I’m talking about, though…”

Chaewon continued to look at you, not saying anything. You were embarrassed at what you just said and began to look away. She however, held your face and stared into your eyes before bringing you closer to her and planting a tender kiss on the lips. You opened your eyes and saw the same smile she had when you shared the special bread with her in the cafeteria.

One quick taxi ride later, Chaewon was about to enter your apartment for the very first time. The two of you stumbled into your apartment, laughing the entire time. From an outsider point of view, they probably would’ve thought you were both drunk. And to an extent, they were right. You two were drunk off each other.

Only your coats made it onto the couch as a discarded pile of clothes traced your steps into the bedroom. She led you to your bed, with you reduced to only wearing your boxers. Chaewon looked nervous, something you picked up on right away.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“N-No. I want this. I want you, oppa.”

Chaewon gave you a quick peck before sinking onto her knees in front of you. She was met with your boxers pitching a tent. Grabbing the top hem, she slowly pulled them down. Your cock throbbed once newly exposed to the cool air, almost hitting her in the face.

She looked at your cock curiously. You felt her slim fingers wrap themselves around your base into a fist. She gave a slightly firm squeeze, causing you to moan. She began with slow strokes, seemingly preparing you for what was to come. She noticed you beginning to leak, running her thumb through it and earning herself a breathless gasp from you in the process. She brought it close to her nose and sniffed it. You laughed as she continued. The juxtaposition of Chaewon’s large eyes and innocent features contrasting her sinful action was a sight to behold.

“I’ve never done this before, oppa. Is it supposed to take this long?”

“For what? For me to cum?” you asked. Chaewon nodded.

“I… actually released a load in the shower after the training exercise.” you embarrassingly admitted.

Chaewon nodded in genuine interest as she continued pumping your shaft in her small hand. You threw your head back in satisfaction as you weren’t aware you were using her fist as a sort of fleshlight. Her grip increased as she began to stroke you faster.

“M-Maybe you could put it in your mouth?” you asked, scared Chaewon would say no.

“I just… have never done it before.”

“That’s okay. I’ll help guide you. I guess you could start with licking the precum that’s leaking out.”

Chaewon did as she was told, flattening her tongue and swiping the colorless liquid from you. She repeated this several times, causing the head of your cock to be wet. You didn’t tell her, but she spit on your dick and began to spread it all over with her hand and also by puckering her lips. It surprised you that she knew how to do that for claiming to have never given a blowjob before. But then again, it wouldn’t be difficult to know given everything is one simple internet click away. Your cock was beginning to be covered in Chaewon’s saliva as she meticulously applied it all over.

“Maybe you could massage my balls too? They’re sensitive so you have to be really careful.”

With her right hand stroking and lathering you, her left fondled your balls. The stimulation from both of your hands felt amazing, it caused the baby hairs on your body to stand erect while sending electric jolts of pleasure to your spine.

Chaewon seemed to be getting the hang of things, but now was the real test. She gave the underside of your shaft one smooth continuous lick until she found her way to your tip. Wetting her own lips, she grabbed onto both of your thighs and finally took you inside your mouth. You held your breath as you felt her wrapping her lips around the tip of your cock. A moan of satisfaction was released as her soft lips began to work their magic.

While you were sure she was telling the truth about not having done it before, it seemed Chaewon had been practicing somehow as she was constantly trying to keep her teeth out of the way and hurting you.

“Fuck... princess, that feels so good…”

Chaewon began extending past your tip, adding an inch into her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks. Her soft lips felt like heaven as she slowly became a soft ball of hair taking more and more of your length. It was moot at this point to continue instructing her - Chaewon flattened her tongue again and you felt it coating the underside of your shaft, sending even more pleasure coursing through your body. You closed your eyes and savored the wonderful sounds of Chaewon slurping on your dick, thoroughly covering you in her saliva. You felt her nose reach your base a few times, with her releasing you from the warm confines of her mouth after she gagged and was unable to continue. Your cock glistened as a saliva bubble formed just below where the tip and shaft connected. Thin strands of saliva connected you and Chaewon together as she sliced through them and giggled.

“That was amazing.” you said. As much as you loved having her in between your legs, you were ready for the main event. You helped her off her knees and gently pushed her onto the bed.

It seemed the years were kind to Chaewon - she was the perfect mix of toned, while possessed a hint of curviness. Her thighs were deceptively thick; and soft to the touch as you spread them open. You began by feeling how smooth they were before planting several kisses on them. You made a trail that slowly ascended, doing so on both of them before kissing the inner creases of the apex of her thighs. She was already sensitive, her body reacting to every contact from your lips. Like you, Chaewon also began to leak out as you stuck your tongue out to consume it. The taste was like sweet nectar, something you were happy she was releasing for you.

“F-Fuck, that feels so good…”

It was the first time you heard Chaewon curse, and with what was next, you knew it was only the beginning. You parted her damp folds with your thumbs and lowered your head to begin exploring her moist cavern. Chaewon’s body bucked upwards from the pleasure as your tongue continued to excavate the sweet nectar she possessed. You gently bit on her clit, causing her to scream in arousal as her thighs wrapped themselves around your head and pushed you deeper.

Her eyes became half-lidded and consumed by desire as you continuously lapped up her juices while stimulating her folds.

“O-Oppa, keep going. Please… don’t stop!”

It was beginning to be a bit difficult to breathe, but you were happy knowing Chaewon was on the receiving end of pleasure. You traced two fingers against her inner folds before sinking them inside her. She was extremely tight - her walls immediately latching onto and squeezing you. Your thumb remained outside, rubbing her clit as you repeatedly moved your fingers in and out of her pussy. It didn’t take long for Chaewon to achieve her euphoric bliss.

“Oppa!” she screamed loudly as it finally arrived. Removing your fingers just in time, you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out as her hips frantically raised upwards while thighs squeezed your head even harder. You could feel her toes curl as Chaewon’s orgasm caused her entire body to react. Her sweet essence coated your mouth and cheeks as she drowned you in pleasure.

You tried your best to consume it all but it proved to be too much as Chaewon continuously released her lovely juices. Violent aftershocks continued on as you helped her begin to descend from her orgasmic high. You rubbed her sensitive clit and stimulated her until you could feel her thighs hold on your head begin to weaken.

“You did so well, princess.” you said, smiling. Her juices stained your lips and chin as you planted tender kisses in between her legs.

“I-I... fuck… intens- fuck…”

She was still drunk from the orgasm you gave her. You continued praising her and kissing her thighs as she gradually began to recover and return to normal. Once she does, you embrace her and place her sweat-kissed body on top of yours.

Chaewon ran her hands through your hair as your lips found their way to her nipples, gently sucking on them as she moaned out in pleasure. Your hands did not remain idle - roaming every inch of her skin until resting on her soft bottom.

“C-Can you fuck me now? Please, oppa?”

“How do you want it, princess?” you asked.

“Can… can I ride you?” she shyly asked.

“I’d love that.”

“Wait.” she said, kissing your lips as she got off you and went to her nightstand. You turned to your side and saw her rummaging inside a drawer looking for something. Most of its contents were various night creams and lip gloss, and what appeared to be a phallic-shaped device. You were about to ask if you could help when she closed it and held something behind her back.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Something for me, but also something for you.” she said, biting her lower lip seductively. She grabbed your wrists and wrapped a thin black lace material around them before tying them together. She repeated the process to your eyes. You didn’t expect this side of her, but then again, you didn’t expect to currently be in bed with her either.

“They say sensory deprivation provides an even better experience for both partners.” Chaewon said.

She rubbed her splayed lips against your length several times before reaching below herself and guiding you inside for the very first time. The two of you let out a loud sigh of relief as your tip parted her. She was warm, wet, and dangerously tight. Her body refused to let you go, sinking your cock deeper.

“Oh fuck…” she exhaled loudly as she firmly planted her hands on your chest. She raised her hips until only your tip was inside her before slamming herself back down. She did this several times to warm the both of you up. Eventually, she placed her hands on either side of your head as her lips met yours. The two of you explored each other’s mouths as your tongues danced an elegant tango. It was as if your cock explored a newer part of her pussy with each deep entrance.

Being unable to move your hands or see Chaewon heightened your other senses even more. You were able to feel how tight she was bouncing up and down on your cock. The sounds of her moans that were like music to your ears. The smell of sweat and sex releasing natural pheromones making you want this moment to never end. But as the tightness in your abdomen continued to grow, you knew it wouldn’t be possible.

She bounced herself softly up and down five more times until she felt you raise your hips to match hers. There was nothing else either of you could have done - it was inevitable. Your cock began to throb as a warning before you finally exploded inside her. You moaned in satisfaction as you released shot after shot of thick, hot semen into her waiting pussy. Chaewon’s walls clenched against your shaft, suffocating it, which only caused you to unload more.

Her lower body felt flushed as she could feel it beginning to leak out and stain her thighs. Both of you were exhausted, but fully satisfied. She gathered her remaining strength and raised her hips from yours, removing the blindfold and laced restraint on your wrists. The two of you savored the feeling of each inch being withdrawn from her slowly. As you both struggled to catch your breath, you held each other tightly as you poked her nose and kissed the top of her forehead. Chaewon traced her name on your chest and fixed your damp, out of place hair.

The plan was originally intended to be you and Chaewon taking a shower together and getting clean. Which the two of you managed to do until you didn’t. Due to the simple nature of being in the shower with a naked woman, your cock grew hard in her hand as she was cleaning you. Making sure to go to the area where the water wasn’t at, Chaewon lathered your cock in soapy suds while you used a loofah and did the same to her thighs. It seemed both of you were thinking the same thing as she turned around and faced away from you.

Grabbing onto her surprisingly wide hips, her thighs squeezed your pulsing shaft in between them. With both of you soaped up, there was minimal effort required as your cock slid through with relative ease. Your hands held onto her as you remained patient and were awarded with savoring the feeling of her heavenly soft thighs and how the top of your cock rubbed against the bottom of her pussy lips.

You kissed Chaewon’s beautiful shoulders and the back of her neck as you continued your suffocatingly slow thrusts. Her warm thighs continued to hug your cock until you erupted. Although it was much weaker and a smaller amount, it was no less pleasurable. You continued to fuck her thighs as she made sure to milk you for all you had left. Your initial two ropes of semen splattered on the glass door loudly. Gradually decreasing the already slow speed of your thrusts while riding out your orgasm, Chaewon softly rubbed her cute butt against your crotch until you stopped.

The two of you properly washed off this time before stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourselves together with one towel. You held Chaewon tightly as the two of you gave each other steamy kisses that mirrored the hot shower just now. Not even bothering to put on clothes, the two of you plopped onto the bed. With one final tender kiss, you savored being in each other’s embrace and quickly drifted off to sleep.

“... and that’s how oppa and I started off our morning.” Kim Jungeun could be heard saying.

Park Chaewon opened up her eyes, rubbing the sleep and exhaustion out of them. She blinked several times before her vision readjusted and was greeted with a disapproving frown from Jungeun.

“Seriously…” she complained. “You asked me to tell you why oppa and I were late and you fell asleep during my story.”

“I’m sorry.” Chaewon said. “Been having problems sleeping at home lately.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah… just got a lot on my mind I guess.”

“Things will get better. They always do.”

“Thanks.”

The break room door opens and you enter, greeting Chaewon and Jungeun. You give Chaewon a fist bump before approaching Jungeun who puckers her lips, asking for a kiss. You smiled and honored her request. The loud smack of your lips connecting and disconnecting causes her to smirk in satisfaction.

“I thought you hated kissing at work?” you asked.

“How could I when your lips always taste so yummy… I mean, it’s not like I l-like you or anything. Pig.” Jungeun said, quickly switching from disgustingly sweet to the tsundere, chic woman she was well known as. This earned soft claps from Chaewon, causing Jungeun to groan.

“As expected of the supreme leader.”

The three of you were beginning to discuss where to go for lunch when the break room door is opened once again.

“Oppa. Lieutenant’s looking for you. Says she has some helpful information about a case you’re working on?”

“Got it. Thanks, Hyejoo. Guess we’ll have to take a raincheck on lunch together.” you said, getting up out of your seat. You waved to Chaewon who raised her eyebrows and smiled while kissing Jungeun’s forehead, who didn’t bother to get out of her seat and instead tilted her head up towards you. You flashed them both a peace sign.

“Wait, oppa. What is this?” Jungeun asked, grabbing your wrist which was adorned with a beaded bracelet.

“Oh this?” you said, holding it up. “I found it while cleaning through my things. Hadn’t worn it in years but decided today would be a good day to start. I’ll see you guys later.”

“I’ll call you.” you mouthed to Jungeun before exiting the break room with Hyejoo. Jungeun blushed and couldn’t contain her smile as she happily sipped on her iced americano. She turned to Chaewon who lost all color on her face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“That bracelet…”

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #loona #loona smut #gowon #park chaewon #male reader #reader insert

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cyrusgoodboye · 6 years

Note

Cyrus publicly come out as gay (mostly by accident) and TJ is feeling down because he thought they were friend but Cyrus never told him before telling he whole school.

Outed - a Tyrus fanfiction

It’s been two whole months. I am so sorry! I actually tend to thrive more during hiatus (it’s hard to write during the show because canon is constantly changing whereas time in a hiautus stands still). I just wanted to say that this apparently resembles an episode of Stuck in the Middle (although I don’t watch that show) but I noticed it on a commercial during a binge of Andi Mack. Anyway, besides the point, have fun reading! It’s a long one!

Dedicated to the Secret Tyrus Society. Yes, even you, invalid Jay

Cyrus could admit with ease that he was a creature of habit. He hung out with the same group of people that he had since second grade, he would go to the same restaurant that he had frequented everyday for the past five years with that same group of friends, and they even would get the same order there (baby taters and milkshakes, of course!) every time they went. Cyrus’s fondness of his almost anticipated regimens even went as far as him having the same kind of routine for each school day. He was a pretty predictable guy, and his daily schedules reflected that.

Cyrus had mulled over and went through the motions of his day-to-day routine so many times that it was practically second nature to him now. His routine for school was simple: get dressed in an outfit combination picked out from the night before, attempt to get a chocolate chocolate-chip muffin in the breakfast line at school (he usually liked T.J. to help him if it was at all possible), listen to Andi and Jonah’s drama with a smile plastered on his face as they waited for the bell to ring, and then volunteer to do the daily announcements before classes began, all the while scoring high marks in all of his classes, devouring his lunch, suffering his way through the treacherous PE period, and then hanging out at The Spoon until his dinner curfew. Just your average day, right?

There was only one wrinkle in his otherwise flawless regimen: the daily announcements.

Doing the daily announcements was always a much coveted job (mostly because it got students out of class), and Cyrus was not an exception to the glamor and thrill of it. He had never done it himself, but it had always seemed so exhilarating to him! The lights, the camera, the action…it could only lead him along further on his path of directing, Cyrus was sure of it!

Unfortunately for him, despite his extensive background in the directing aspect of it all and volunteering nearly everyday for the position, Cyrus still hadn’t gotten a single opportunity at the job! The tragedy of it all! He had almost begun to lose hope that he’d ever get a chance (and had even stopped volunteering for a while at his lack of faith in himself), but T.J. had talked him right back into it the night before during Cyrus’s daily visit to The Spoon. Over a basket overflowing with The Spoon’s infamous crispy baby taters, the basketball player promised Cyrus that his day would come.

And it did! Just…not in the way he expected. Not in a way either of them expected, quite honestly.

On a particularly dreadful Monday morning, Cyrus suffered through the first few minutes of a very long week to come with no chocolate chocolate-chip muffin (where was T.J. when you needed him?) all the while listening to Andi’s boyfriend troubles like the supportive friend he was. After Andi lightly chided him for not listening to her (he was daydreaming about the chocolatey goodness of his favorite muffins…mhm), Cyrus hurried to class and plopped down into his slightly squeaky desk chair in a flourish. Just on time! he happily heeded. He loved to have perfect attendance (aside from the one time he skipped gym to avoid doing a somersault. Not his best moment. Luckily the coach hadn’t even noted his absence).

When the warning bell finally chimed, Cyrus’s homeroom teacher, Ms. Beveridge, stood up before the class with a bored, grim expression on her face that Cyrus had long grown accustomed to. As he had learned over the course of his seventh-grade year, she was not a morning person, and talking to her before she had her caffeine was like waking a sleeping grizzly bear, and an extremely grumpy one at that!

“Who wants to do the daily announcements this morning?” their teacher asked in her usual monotone, sipping from a thermos that Cyrus happily noted was steaming from a loose crevice in the lid. He was free to badger her now that she had caffeine flowing through her veins!

For the first time in a while, Cyrus’s hand shot up along the sea of other volunteers. Now was his opportunity! “Me, me!” he exclaimed. He received an eye roll for his enthusiasm, and he immediately changed his tone. Maybe the coffee hasn’t kicked all the way in yet, he countered with himself. “I would be happy to do it, Ms. Beveridge,” Cyrus said more tamely, trying to downplay his excitement. He did not want to be shot down before he was even considered for the job. He wanted to accomplish something, and in turn make T.J. proud of yet another thing he crossed off his list.

The rest of the class dropped their hands at Cyrus’s request, and the teacher had no choice but to allow the boy due to the sudden lack of other volunteers. “Fine. You all know the drill. You need another student to do it with you.” Cyrus glanced curiously around the classroom, but his classmates remained still in their seats, their hands resting idly on their desks or in their laps, and he bit his lip in disappointment. Did no one want to do the announcements with him? Did everyone hate him that much?

Ms. Beveridge exhaled loudly through her nose in annoyance at the lack of participants. “Mr. Goodman, just pick someone to do it, it doesn’t matter.” As she walked over to her desk and plunked down into her swivel chair, Cyrus swore that he heard her mumble underneath her breath, “Three more years until retirement,” but he tried to shake her bitter, resenting words from his mind.

Instead, he listened to the teacher’s orders and glanced around at his classmates in search of a potential partner. His eyes immediately found Andi, who sat pretty close by him, but she was gazing off into the distance, probably daydreaming about an art project that was itching to be finished back in Andi Shack. Or she was thinking about Jonah. Or thinking about making another art piece for Jonah. Either way, Cyrus didn’t want to disrupt her from her most likely Jonah filled thoughts. He knew that feeling all too well.

His eyes drifted over to Buffy next, and, as if she were anticipating Cyrus to consider her, was already staring back at him with insistence dancing in her eyes, shaking her head at him adamantly. Buffy hated doing the announcements, and she always avoided doing them if possible. She claimed that she would rather stay in class and listen to them than do it herself, but Cyrus suspected it was her dislike of their newest principal, Dr. Metcalf, that kept her from going up there.

Cyrus sent her a pleading look, but Buffy glared back, her strong-willedness unwavering.

Cyrus put on an apologetic smile before raising his hand. Sorry, Buffy! “Ms. Beveridge, I want Buffy to do the daily announcements with me!” he chimed cheerily. At his words, Buffy slapped her forehead, and Cyrus grinned at the sight.

The teacher grumbled, taking another gulp from her thermos. “Fantastic,” she drawled boredly. She certainly didn’t care to the same degree Cyrus did. “Go to the office.”

Cyrus excitedly got up from his desk, clapping happily to himself while Buffy rose from her desk with a loud huff. As she met Cyrus by the threshold of the door, she gave him a spiteful look. “I will never forgive you for this,” she said, forcing the door to click behind them. She used more force than necessary, and the loud slam made Cyrus flinch.

“Oh, come on, Buffy, it won’t be so bad,” he assured her as they made their way down the hallway. He tried to smile good-naturedly, although his enthusiasm was met with the harsh side-eyed glances that his best friend kept sending his way. “I bet you’ll want to do it again after today, too!”

Buffy looked at him incredulously. “I can promise that I won’t.”

They continued their trek through the school and, thanks to the direction of the school’s receptionist, found themselves inside of a room off to the side, filled to the brim with sound equipment that Cyrus had only dreamed of using. So he was kind of a nerd. Sue him!

Cyrus took in his surroundings in complete awe. Behind him was a wall-to-wall green screen, supplied to replace the dull, white cement block walls behind them whilst reciting the daily announcements. On the right wall was a wide window, giving them a perfect view of the school halls and locker bays, while the sound apparatus itself was facing them. Cyrus knew that he wouldn’t get the opportunity to, but he wished that he could learn every single button and its function in the time that he spent in here. It all looked so fascinating! And why did all those buttons look so appealing to punch and press?

He drifted over to the large soundboard, vaguely taking notice of sign on the left of the wall that read On Air (that was oddly devoid of any light or motion) before turning his attention to the mega sound board. He sighed happily as his eyes swept over all of controls. It only made him want to go into the film industry even more!

Buffy strolled over to where he was, seeming at least mildly impressed that their school actually had this high tech equipment (which was unusual for a school who refused to even found a girls’ basketball team due to ‘budget issues’, she thought bitterly). She faintly ran a hand against the shiny board before shrugging indifferently. “Not bad,” she commented. “Still not worth seeing Dr. Metcalf over,” Buffy reminded Cyrus bitingly. “What does he have a Doctorate in again? Ruining students’ lives?”

Cyrus rolled his eyes playfully at his best friend. She must’ve disagreed with their principal’s methods more than he had originally thought. “Ha, ha, Buffy, but I don’t think they would’ve let him run the school if they knew that,” he pointed out. He glanced at his watch boredly, and his eyes widened when he saw the time: 7:58 A.M. Where was their principal at, anyway? “Isn’t he supposed to be here by now?”

Buffy shrugged, obviously uncaring. “How am I supposed to know? I don’t keep track of him, let alone what time he gets here.”

Cyrus sighed worriedly as he checked his watch again, despite no time having had passed. What if he missed his one opportunity to do the daily announcements? They weren’t allowed to start without Dr. Metcalf, after all…

“Cyrus,” Buffy said firmly, putting both hands on his shoulders in order to gain his full attention, “it’s going to be okay. Don’t worry.”

“I always worry. What are you talking about?” Buffy released him of her hold and just shook her head incredulously. There was no calming Cyrus down once he got worked up. She might as well have been talking to a wall (and an extremely anxious one at that).

When Cyrus caught the slightest movement in the window out of the corner of his eye, he jerked his head, suddenly feeling his hope heighten once more. Was Dr. Metcalf finally here?

However, when his eyes focused in on the person, he was met with someone much better than their grouchy principal. T.J.!

The basketball player caught his eye through the window, and he slightly beamed at him, waving at him through the smudge-free window (seriously, this room was a dream!). Cyrus waved back faintly, returning an endearing smile of his own.

T.J. pointed toward the door leading into the room, mouthing words that looked an awful lot like, “Lamb eye nun is mine,” (Cyrus didn’t move the lips, he just read them!), and just gave the basketball player a confused look in return. What was he saying?

T.J. rolled his eyes playfully to himself before coming to the door and pushing down on the metal handle, and Cyrus briefly heard muffled chatter and hurried footsteps as students made their way to their respective homerooms before T.J. promptly closed the door shut behind him.

“You’re finally doing the announcements?” T.J. immediately asked, his eyebrows jumping up at his question. Cyrus felt himself melt inside at the expression. Why did T.J. have to look so cute?

“Yep! Another thing we can scratch off my bucket list,” Cyrus noted happily. T.J. had taken it upon himself to help Cyrus with all of the things he wanted to complete in life (or thought he could never do), and Cyrus was more than willing to oblige. He’d take any reason to hang out with T.J., honestly.

He also was glad that T.J. had such confidence in him. No one had ever done anything like this for him before, and the fact that T.J. cared so much about helping Cyrus build up his self esteem whilst achieving things he never imagined possible made Cyrus’s heart melt all the more.

It was no wonder he was so hopelessly smitten for T.J. Kippen.

“I’m happy for you, Underdog,” T.J. told him genuinely, and Cyrus returned his warm well-wishing remark with a balmy grin of his own.

As Cyrus (admittedly) found himself lost within the entrancement of T.J.’s mesmerizing green eyes, the final bell for class rang, and T.J. groaned audibly. “Shoot, I gotta go. I have gym and we’re supposed to meet Coach Anderson outside today,” he informed, annoyance crossing his face. When his eyes flickered back to meet Cyrus’s captivating gaze, his face morphed, his lips transforming from a cross frown to a small, but sweet, smile reserved solely for the shorter boy. “See you around?”

Cyrus nodded, dazed. He felt as if he had been broken from a trance. “Y-yeah, see you later, T.J.”

“See ya,” the basketball player said, leaving Cyrus stricken with one last breathtaking smile he sent him over his shoulder. Why did this boy have such an effect on him?

T.J. left through the same door he came in and began to jog toward the outside doors (albeit tardy), but paused to turn around and glance back at Cyrus one last time. Cyrus beamed back at him, feeling like he could melt right into the floor, and he leaned back onto the sound equipment dreamily, not even noticing the way the buttons were digging uncomfortably into his palms.

“You’ve really got it bad for him, don’t you?” Buffy asked, slinging an arm around Cyrus’s shoulders.

Cyrus stared at her in disbelief. “How could you not have a crush on T.J.?”

Buffy arched an incredulous brow. “Get back to me when he treats you horribly,” she said jokingly, although a bitter tone crept into her voice, and Cyrus playfully nudged her to shake her out of her most likely angry thoughts. He didn’t want her to delve back in to some old resentments (at least not now when T.J. was actively being a better person).

“Point taken,” Cyrus told her, trying to end the conversation subtly. He lifted himself up from the soundboard, shifting a few buttons in the process, and he massaged his hands as he noticed the unattractive marks that the controls had left on his palms. When had he even leaned on the soundboard? He honestly didn’t even remember.

As Cyrus gently ran his palms against his blue cardigan, trying to calm the angry red marks on his skin, a slightly tense silence filled the room as they impatiently waited for their principal to show up. In an attempt to distract Buffy from the situation currently at hand, Cyrus played with the microphone, putting on his best announcer voice. “Buffy the Basketball Slayer, Most Valuable Player!” he said, deepening his voice to match that of a sports anchor.

Buffy let out a wide grin at his announcer voice, and Cyrus smiled as he watched his best friend light up. Nothing could cure her like his famous basketball patter! “Say a prayer, ‘cause here comes the Slayer!” he continued comically, and Buffy and him burst into laughter. What a shame the school can’t hear my sports prattle right now, Cyrus thought to himself. He was so iconic at Buffy’s basketball games that the entire school deserved to hear it!

In the midst of their giggling fit, a voice not-so-subtly cleared their throat, catching the best friends’ attention. As their principal towered over them with an intimidating brow raised, the pair choked down their laughter and suppressed their smiles. It was like Dr. Metcalf had the power to suck down all the fun in the room with just his presence.

Cyrus had the opposite of that power.

“I see you two have been abusing this privilege while I was late this morning,” their principal noted aloud, and Cyrus could feel Buffy’s annoyance rolling off of her in heavily concentrated waves. He himself felt more frightened than he did irritated, unlike his best friend. Nothing scared her, though; Cyrus was sure of it.

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Metcalf, we were just waiting for you to arrive and—” Cyrus rambled, but their principal cut him off with a raised hand.

“Enough,” he said, shaking his head in agitation as he pursed his lips, “let’s just get this started, shall we?” Dr. Metcalf asked, slapping a crisp piece of paper against Cyrus’s chest. Cyrus was taken aback at first, stumbling slightly at the unexpected action, but he quickly regained his balance and got over his shock when his eyes skimmed over the boldly typed words on the paper. It was the daily announcements! This was actually happening! He could hardly believe that this day had finally come…

Dr. Metcalf broke him from his joy-ridden thoughts. “Go ahead and start, but no more funny business,” he said, warning the two of them with a point of his finger and a serious look settled upon his face. Once he finally left the room, Cyrus and Buffy both let out their respective sighs of relief. Their principal made the space feel so strangled, and Cyrus hated feeling like that. Now he understood why Buffy had such a strong aversion to speaking with him and why she avoided him at all costs.

“Okay, go ahead and turn it on,” Buffy advised, “before we get into more trouble than we’re already in.”

Cyrus nodded, silently agreeing with her, and he moved forward and fidgeted with a few buttons. How did you even turn this thing on? Cyrus thought to himself.

When Buffy noticed the lost glint in his eyes, she looked at him in disbelief. “You don’t even know how to turn it on?”

“Shh, don’t rush me!” Cyrus murmured, and Buffy huffed beside them. When she noticed the sign On Air blinking red, she grabbed Cyrus’s arm. “Oh, you already turned it on, Cyrus!”

Cyrus glanced at her in confusion. “I didn’t even touch anything,” he claimed, his eyebrows drawn together in uncertainty as he removed his hands carefully from the soundboard. Was he just so skilled that he turned it on without even realizing it? He must be more of a natural than he thought!

“Go ahead and start!” she exclaimed, gesturing toward the microphone, and he hurried to shield it from her booming voice.

“Patience, Buffy, patience,” he whispered urgently. Cyrus whipped the paper against the air to straighten the sheet, and he smiled to himself. This was it! His moment to shine!

And it’s all thanks to T.J., a part of his brain added. Cyrus smiled before opening his mouth. He’d be sure to thank T.J. in his award acceptance speech when he was older! “Good morning, Jefferson Middle School!” he started. Cyrus grinned, allowing his natural charisma to take the lead. “Please rise for the Pledge of Allegiance!”

T.J. groaned as he jogged another lap around the track, the biting humid heat attacking his hair. His Jefferson Middle School sweatshirt was beginning to cling uncomfortably to his skin, and T.J. took a few staggered, unevenly paced steps to strip his hoodie off and toss it around his shoulders hurriedly to rid himself of the hot waves radiating off his body. Just as he paused completely in the middle of the track to wipe off the beads of sweat that had collected above his brow, he heard a sharp, piercing whistle shrill at him for stopping, and T.J. rolled his eyes before picking up his swift pace once more. Why did today have to be mile day? T.J. asked himself dryly.

It wasn’t even the running part that got him down; he was used to invigorating exercises like this during basketball practice all the time. It was more of the fact that he had to miss Cyrus doing the daily announcements for the first time. T.J. wished he could’ve just skipped gym that day so he could be in the room with him, giving Cyrus little bursts of confidence as he needed them.

A standstill of Cyrus smiling at him flashed brilliantly in his mind, the boy’s adorable toothy grin completely hopeful and eager, and it only drove T.J. to pump his legs harder against the track, its rigid surface working against the grips of his tennis shoes. The quicker he finished running his mile, the sooner he could see the gleeful expression on Cyrus’s face. He lived for that expression.

Once T.J. finally crossed the finish line for the 4th (and final) time, he heaved and leaned his hands against his bent knees as he regained his breath. The coach pat him on the back and congratulated him on his time (5:17, his best time ever), but T.J.’s mind was wandering elsewhere, roaming back to the soundboard room. I hope he’s doing okay, T.J. thought to himself. After he regained his breath, he straightened his spine, feeling each vertebrae lock into place as he stood up. He took a longing glance at the school before the coach blew his whistle sharply, and T.J., with one last annoyed huff, was back onto the track, joining his classmates. How he wished he were with Cyrus right now…

Cyrus felt a smile tug onto his lips as he and Buffy began to ramble back to class. He couldn’t believe that he had actually done it! He did the daily announcements, and fluidly so (unlike that whole school video disaster with Jonah)! Cyrus was so proud of himself for doing something without horrendously messing it up, and he couldn’t wait to see the proud look on T.J.’s face when he saw him next.

He entered the classroom, showing off a boastful smile as he awaited his classmate’s praise for his accomplishment, but he was met with none; instead, he was greeted with their expressionless faces, although their eyes glinted with conflicting emotions; Cyrus saw so many different ones swirling in his classmates eyes that he felt almost overwhelmed, and his smile fell from his face. What was wrong with his classmates? What had happened while he had been gone?

“What’s going on?” Cyrus whispered to Buffy, clinging onto the strap of his shoulder bag as he voiced his thoughts aloud. All the eyes at him made him feel like they were stripping away his confidence, peering into the darkest pieces of his soul to see the frail, insecure part inside of him that was sure everyone hated him. He did not like that feeling at all. Not one bit.

Buffy’s eyebrows drew together as she scanned over their classmates, and she shrugged, just as confused as her best friend was. “I have no idea,” she mumbled back.

As soon as she spotted them, Ms. Beveridge was quick to clamber out of her seat and to the two students, and Cyrus’s stomach dropped at the slightly alarmed look on her face. What was going on? He had never seen his teacher wear an expression that conveyed anything except the dislike of her job and her students, but if she was concerned, something really must have been wrong!

“Go ahead and take a seat, Ms. Driscoll,” she said in her normal monotone. “You too, Cyrus,” she added on, her voice dipping into a softer range. She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Cyrus jerked back at the action in worry. First she was calling him something other than Mr. Goodman, but now she was being nice? What planet was he on because this was not Earth!

His brow furrowed, but he followed his teacher’s commands nevertheless, taking his seat near the back like normal. He glanced back at Andi, hoping she could snap him out of his pit of anxiety, but the worried look that contorted her features only confirmed his fear that something was very, very wrong.

In an attempt to seize his last shred of optimism without falling into the depths of despair (he did tend to go overboard sometimes), Cyrus tried to shake his persisting negative thoughts away from his mind. You’re just overthinking everything, he assured himself. His father constantly reminded him that he shouldn’t let the technical details of everything get to him; it only worsened his day-to-day anxiety, and Cyrus liked to keep his anxious thoughts tucked away in the corners of his mind to keep them from curling inside of him like smothering campfire smoke.

That was why he was glad to have a buffer: T.J., his supportive, amazing friend (if you could even call him that; to Cyrus he felt like so much more than a friend) that kept his neurotic thoughts at bay. With T.J. he felt like he could face the world, but now that he was alone without the basketball player by his side, Cyrus felt as if all the wary eyes on him could disintegrate him into a pile of ash. An insecure heap of cinders.

As his teacher finally recaptured all of their attention, beginning their first class of the day, Cyrus tried to shove his intrusive, anxiety-ridden thoughts to the back of his mind and instead focused on the advice his stepmother (slash therapist, but details) constantly gave him. What good would worrying do?

When the bell eventually chimed, signalling the end of their first period, Cyrus had already managed to rid himself of all of his distressed, nagging thoughts, and by the time he was walking out of the door and into the hallway, he had even gained a bounce in his step. Where was T.J.? He had to find him and tell him that he did the announcements by himself, that he hadn’t even messed up once!

T.J. found him first.

After jogging as fast as he could without being berated by his coach, T.J. made it back to the school, excusing himself quickly to ‘go to the bathroom’ (he was actually hoping he could meet Cyrus outside of his first period class before the bell rang, but Coach Anderson didn’t need to know that). Instead of going straight to the restroom, though, like he had promised, T.J. hurried to switch out of his gym clothes and back into his normal outfit, making sure to tug on his Jefferson Middle School hoodie before bounding out of the boys’ changing room and to his locker. With only a few minutes til the bell, T.J. snatched his textbooks for his next class from the top shelf, and just as he went to shut the locker’s pale metal door, a couple of cackling voices interrupted him.

“Hey, Kippen,” a voice sneered, and T.J. turned around with a raised eyebrow. Once he saw the familiar, jeering faces, the basketball player had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“What do you want?” he asked, annoyance immediately contorting his features. The boy and his friends circled around T.J., and the basketball player huffed. Who did they think they were, anyway? Without his status feeding into their egos, T.J. was surprised that they could even survive with what little reputation they had left to maintain.

All three boys nudged each other, snickering in a way that meant they only knew what the other was laughing about. T.J. felt anger rise in his chest at their avoidance of his question, and he spoke again to gain their attention, his irritation prominently lining his voice with a sharp, rigid edge. “Well?”

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a boyfriend, Kippen,” the one in the middle chortled, his name somehow managing to slip from T.J.’s memory.

T.J. froze, a slight panic starting to swell in his chest. Boyfriend? What were they talking about? Did they…did they know that he liked Cyrus?

T.J. shook his head in denial, then tried to keep his expression indifferent. No. There’s no way they know. “Boyfriend?” he asked incredulously. T.J. tried to ignore the way his heart was trying to beat itself out of his chest as he thought about how he was actually having to deny this right now. How had this even started? “What are you talking about?”

The one on the right with terrible bleach-blonde hair (Kyle, T.J. thought his name was, not that he particularly cared at the moment) spoke next, and his pinched, nasally voice made T.J. cringe internally. “Don’t act like you aren’t dating Goodman,” he snickered, and T.J.’s heart stopped. Goodman? They think I’m dating Cyrus?

It was basically common knowledge that him and Cyrus were attached at the hip, but he didn’t see why everyone was assuming things about their….granted, unusual relationship.

As far as he knew, Cyrus thought of the two as them as every other heterosexual, platonic friendship on the planet. Not that T.J. would agree with that particular sentiment.

If only that were true, the basketball player thought to himself bitterly. It would be a lot easier on his end.

“I’m not dating Cyrus,” T.J. denied, somehow managing to get his words across without a wavering slip of the tongue. How he wished the words didn’t send his heart into a winding spiral the way that they did.

T.J. swallowed, forcing himself to choke down the sudden blooming feeling in his chest. He didn’t even know if Cyrus even liked guys for God sake! What if Cyrus was uncomfortable with him being gay? Or with being friends with someone he was supposedly ‘dating’ according to the school’s obnoxious rumor mill? T.J. wasn’t exactly sure, and a part of him didn’t want to find out.

“Seems like it,” the third kid on the left said, a sarcastic undertone shining through his gruff voice. T.J. turned back to his locker, feigning disinterest as the cronies spoke.

How T.J. wished he didn’t have to dismiss any of these claims. How he wished he could hold Cyrus’s hand as they walked to class together like any other couple they knew, like Jonah and Andi. He wanted it so much that his chest ached at the mere thought of it.

But T.J. knew how unobtainable that dream was, and he tried to wipe his mind of it to not indulge himself (albeit unsuccessfully).

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” T.J. said finally, turning back to face the group of delinquents. How he hated that he had once been the ring leader of their group. They reminded him of how he used to be…how awful he had been back then.

The corners of his mouth tugged up. Cyrus was the reason he wasn’t a jerk anymore. And that made him happier than anything.

Kyle raised his eyebrows challengingly, and the smirk that grew on his face to follow his poised brow made T.J.’s stomach crawl uneasily. He knew that mischievous smirk, and it was not something to take lightly.

“Well?” T.J. asked, his annoyance and impatience overpowering his voice. He didn’t want to waste his time and energy talking to these losers when he could be talking to Cyrus at this very moment instead.

T.J. could almost imagine his smile, the one he only got on his face when he was proud of himself. First his eyes would glimmer with the sense of achievement, and the sparkles his eyes shone with reminded T.J. of the ripples of the lake near his house when they reflected back their own watery versions of the brilliant stars above. Even better was Cyrus’s smile, that would get so wide to the point that T.J. thought he couldn’t beam any wider, the boy’s stretched lips so full of pride and glee that it made T.J.’s heart swell with a foreign feeling he could not identify.

Or maybe he could. But he was far too scared to say it aloud.

Love, a part of his brain nagged at him. T.J. pushed that part of his brain to the back of his mind where it belonged.

“Well, turns out Goodman is gay,” Kyle spat menacingly, and T.J. head jerked in surprise. Wait, what now? “He accidentally let it slip on the daily announcements,” he finally admitted with a snigger. He and his friends chortled, and T.J. looked at them, completely speechless. He grasped for the right words to say, but he couldn’t find any; were there even right words to say in this situation?

He settled for a basic response. “So what if he is?” T.J. said, trying to shrug indifferently. He hoped the tough shell he was building around himself was hiding the scared part of him, the part that wanted to retch at the whole situation. How had this even happened? They had to be lying, right?

There was no way Cyrus had accidentally outed himself to the entire school…there was no way something this traumatizing had happened to his closest friend and he had missed it. Was Cyrus okay? Was he sitting in a classroom somewhere while everyone stared and whispered about him? Or had he fled the moment word had gotten out?

He wondered if Cyrus even knew.

Another round of booming laughter was exchanged between the three boys, as if they knew something he didn’t. It made T.J.’s blood boil, and he hoped they knew how lucky they were that he was already tired from running the mile. God knew what he’d do to them otherwise.

“What?” the basketball player spat, his stomach clawing uneasily at him.

They all snickered again before the one on the right, the tallest of the three, spoke. “Goodman has a big old gay crush on you,” they confessed with wide smirks, all of them unsuccessfully hiding their amusement at the situation.

T.J. was pretty sure his heart stopped, and he thanked whatever God there was up there when the bell decided to ring at that exact moment. It could not have been more perfect timing.

As the blaring of the school bell sounded throughout the building, T.J. turned away to hide his stained cheeks, a frantic feeling settling in his chest as the hallways began to fill with students bubbling with conversation (probably about what had just happened, T.J. figured). He began to walk in a brisk, almost panicked manner in the opposite direction of his old friends, fear squeezing its way into his chest as the thought of Cyrus being alone, frightened beyond words, flashed into his mind. Before he completely was out of his old friend’s earshot, he heard Kyle shout out one last biting remark. “Looks like Kippen’s gay after all!”

T.J. felt anger seize him, the flaring, enraging emotion taking root of his heart and pounding throughout every atom in his body, but he refused to look back. One thing was certain:

He needed to find Cyrus.

Cyrus felt an arm reach out and whip him around to face them, and he winced at the action in pain. “Ow, Andi, that hurt!” he whined, rubbing his arm where a row of perfectly manicured fingernails had gouged his skin

“Cyrus, your arm isn’t important right now!” his best friend said, her voice getting higher with urgency.

Cyrus felt worry settle over him again. What was wrong? Was something wrong with his shirt? Did he have something in his teeth?

Somehow, his brain was ringing with alarm bells, warning him it was something more serious, but he didn’t get a chance to ponder on exactly what because another hand was tugging at him, grasping for his attention.

“T.J.,” he breathed, a happy smile extending on his face ear to ear as he took in the taller boy. “Did you hear me on the daily announcements? I did it! I didn’t even mess up!”

Cyrus expected to be met with that proud smile that T.J. reserved only for him, the one that made something exhilarating bubble from his stomach to his chest until his entire body was hooked on the indescribable, overwhelming feeling. Instead, he was greeted by a quick, drawn-in wince, and that familiar anxious feeling washed over him in tremendous waves.

As he let out his grimace, T.J. watched Cyrus’s proud, excited look dissolve into fear, and his heart ached for the boy across from him. It was like witnessing a peaceful, serene lake exist contentedly before someone splintered its smooth surface, causing it to ripple across its previously undisturbed slate.

T.J. did not want to be the person that transformed the tranquil water into dangerous rapids. Could he even navigate those waters? Could Cyrus?

“T.J.?” Cyrus asked in confusion.

T.J.’s heart prodded painfully against his ribs as Cyrus’s eyes peeked curiously into the part of his soul that T.J. never allowed anyone else. T.J. gulped at the boy’s expression, wishing he could give the boy the validation he was seeking from him. But he couldn’t. He had to tell him.

If only it wouldn’t fracture Cyrus’s spirit in the process.

“You know you could’ve told me,” the basketball player began, his eyes flickering between Cyrus’s brown orbs and the plainly tiled school flooring below them. T.J.’s hand came up to cradle his own neck, trying not to claw at it with his fingernails as his nerves swirled in his belly. How he wished he could keep Cyrus in his innocent, unaware bubble forever. But even T.J. knew he deserved better than that.

“Told you what?” Cyrus asked, his fear rapidly replacing itself with a thick layer of confusion.

“You know…what you said on the announcements,” T.J. said, leaving a touch of mystery hanging in the air.

Cyrus’s mind skimmed over all the things he said on the daily announcements that T.J. would possibly care to know about: the sports column (T.J. already knew the scores from those beforehand), the reminder about after school club sign ups (T.J. wouldn’t sign up for anything besides basketball), the teacher’s meeting after school (the basketball player wasn’t a teacher, either), the lunch menu—oh, the lunch menu! T.J. liked lunch (he was a growing boy, after all)! “You mean the lunch special today?” Cyrus asked, immediately perking up. “I know, isn’t it exciting? I—”

“Cyrus,” T.J. interrupted, and Cyrus’s expression dropped. He couldn’t hide from what T.J. was about to tell him now; judging by his urgent tone and careful word usage, Cyrus knew it had to be serious. T.J. hardly ever called him by his first name, and the fact that he had only reaffirmed the fear that something truly terrible had happened.

“I didn’t hear it myself since I was outside, but…,” T.J. continued, his eyes ungluing themselves from the floor and fluttering to Cyrus again. Cyrus took the opportunity to take notice of the hordes of students that were staring at them, their eyes fixed onto the pair, and Cyrus braced himself for what was about to come.

“T.J.,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “Please, just tell me.” The eyes on him felt heavier by the minute, and all he wanted to do was grab T.J.’s hand and take him somewhere, anywhere but in the hallway, where everyone’s prying eyes were on them, watching them discuss something that seemed too private for their curious ears. It was almost too much for Cyrus to handle.

“Apparently, on the announcements you said you liked…,” T.J. trailed off, pausing for a moment as if rephrasing a sentence silently in his head. “You said you liked guys.”

Cyrus felt like he had been punched in the gut. He was stunned; there was no other way to put it. Everyone…everyone knew?

Cyrus felt like he had been submerged underwater, the oxygen in his brain and lungs feeling too light and thin for it to be natural. His soul was bared for all to see, and the eyes on him only intensified the feeling that his secret was out.

Had he accidentally triggered the PA system to turn on beforehand, just in time for the entire student body of Jefferson Middle School to hear his confession? Is that why the On Air sign had been turned on without him pressing a single button?

The pieces of the puzzling mystery were interlocking one by one, Cyrus’s confusion clearing itself up, but a different kind of front clouded his mind now. He felt anger and fear roll over him in cascades at this revelation, at himself for being so stupid. How could he have been so careless? Cyrus had always been so worried about keeping the truth about himself from his friends, but now everyone in the entire school knew, too! Wasn’t his moment supposed to be at his time, at his choosing?

“Underdog,” he heard someone mumble endearingly, quiet enough for only him to hear, but his brain couldn’t register who because his mind too busy really with whats and whys. Why today? Why him? What was going to happen now? Would everyone hate him?

What did T.J. think of him?

Before he could even register that his feet were moving, Cyrus was already pushing past the multitudes of his classmates that had gathered around in the hallways to watch him. The suddenly silent corridor was far too loud for him when his mind was screaming with words of his own.

“Cyrus!” he heard a voice faintly call in the distance, but he didn’t dare look back, the whispering, the pity, disgust, and shock written on people’s faces and glimmering in their eyes being too much for him to even comprehend.

Just…why?

Cyrus’s soon tired feet stumbled into a deserted classroom, and he let out a choked sob that he didn’t know he had been holding back until he burst. Like a dam that broke after too much pressure.

And there was no point in holding back the floodwaters back now.

T.J. called after the broken boy, the fragments of his splintered heart shattered on the ground before him, and he shouted his name, not caring who heard him or what they thought about him and Cyrus. Cyrus was not alright by any circumstances, and T.J. needed to do everything in his power to put back together the fractured, deflated boy who had just had his entire world crumble before his eyes.

Cyrus didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve any of this. So why was someone so giving and warm-hearted being dealt the worst hand in life?

T.J. would take all of Cyrus’s pain if given the chance.

He moved forward to go after Cyrus, to collect the pieces of him and put them back together, but a strong, dark hand protruded forth and pushed against T.J.’s chest, inhibiting his movements.

“I need to talk to Cyrus,” T.J. said adamantly, shoving her hand away. He propelled forth, but Buffy grabbed his shoulder roughly this time instead, forcing him to pause in motion once more.

“Listen, T.J.,” she started. She paused, choosing her words carefully in her mind. Buffy knew how much T.J. meant to Cyrus (and vice versa, although she still had no idea why the older boy was so enamored by her best friend), but how did she know T.J. wasn’t going to judge Cyrus? Cyrus had just admitted to the entire school that he liked T.J. Kippen, infamous jerk (well, formerly, she could begrudgingly admit) of the basketball team. Would Cyrus...liking boys mar the two’s friendship, causing T.J. to end their relationship in retaliation? Or worse, would he bully Cyrus because of it? “How do I know I can trust you?”

Andi nodded along beside them, and Buffy had almost forgotten she was there in the midst of all that had happened over the course of a few minutes.

T.J. let out a loud huff of exasperation at the pair’s hesitance and lack of faith in him, and he lowered his voice so that intruding ears couldn’t hear his words. “I really like him, Buffy. You can trust me.”

Buffy snatched her hand from T.J.’s shoulder as if she had been stung, alarm bells chiming obnoxiously in her head. “What do you mean you like him?” she asked him, her voice almost having an accusatory tone to it. Buffy wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

“I think you know what I mean,” T.J. said, his irritation emitting off him in thick waves. Leaving Buffy and Andi completely stunned, their mouths agape and eyes wide in shock, T.J. propelled through the crowd of students. He felt indescribable relief wash over him as the bell rang for everyone’s next class, giving him more space in the hallway to roam as people clambered into their respective classrooms. He anxiously peered into different sets of pellucid windows and slightly ajar doors, praying and hoping that he could somehow win the lottery and find Cyrus amongst the labyrinth of the school hallways (and all the while not getting caught by a teacher, or worse: Dr. Metcalf).

Finally, T.J. peeked into an empty classroom not far off from their lockerbay (he should’ve known that Cyrus wouldn’t have strayed far, especially if it meant less running for the shorter boy) and caught a wisp of dark hair and a blue cardigan.

Cyrus, T.J. thought in relief.

He hesitantly stepped through the threshold, shoving his hands into the pocket of his Jefferson Middle School sweatshirt so Cyrus wouldn’t notice the fidgeting of his fingers. It would be just like Cyrus to notice an unimportant detail like that. Probably his shrink parents’ impact, T.J. noted to himself in understanding.

He immediately took in the way Cyrus’s form was slouched and tired, the boy completely exhausted with grief as he sat on the edge of a chair behind one of the massive science desks in the room, and T.J. felt a pang of anguish for the other boy as he slid into the seat beside him He doesn’t deserve this.

No one did.

Cyrus met his intent gaze with a trembling lift of the head, his chin wobbling and his eyes glinting with unshed tears. With that one glance, T.J. could see so much fear and heartache in Cyrus’s eyes, and it was so much for him to handle that he found his fingers extending forth, yearning to tell Cyrus with their touch that everything would be fine, that he could relate to the fear of everyone knowing, of what it might mean. They planted themselves on the baseline of Cyrus’s wrist, barely brushing against them. T.J. was almost afraid to touch him, as if Cyrus were a glass figurine that could easily snap at a too harsh of a caress. He certainly looked fragile enough to break right now, T.J. could tell that much.

Drops of salty tears only continued to roll down Cyrus’s cheeks in distress, and T.J. hated that he couldn’t stop them. If only he could take this burden off Cyrus’s shoulders, carry the pain for him, help him not be alone.

But Cyrus was outed now. And there was nothing T.J. could do to take that back, no matter how much he wished he could.

“What are you doing here, T.J.?” Cyrus asked tiredly, the exhaustion creeping in on his voice. T.J. felt his stomach swirl uneasily at Cyrus’s beaten expression. He had never seen the boy look so defeated before, not even on their many trips to the swings. “You shouldn’t be here, you have class,” Cyrus reminded him, wiping away the tears with he heel of his hand.

Why was Cyrus always so concerned with others instead of himself? He had just announced to the entire school that he liked boys, that boy being T.J. more specifically, and yet he was still fretting over the unnecessary pieces of T.J.’s life.

The basketball player raised an eyebrow incredulously at the shorter boy and snorted. “You just outed yourself and you’re worried about me missing class?” he asked.

Cyrus took a deep breath and pursed his lips, his thoughts solely circulating around his current self-deprecation. “I can’t believe I just did that, T.J.,” he admitted, his tone forlorn. He glanced in the other boy’s direction and glimpsed down at T.J.’s fingers, the basketball player’s digits poised on the posterior of his hand, and he felt a ping in his chest at the small, but sweet, gesture.

“How am I even going to face any of our classmates?” Cyrus questioned aloud, his brow furrowing in fear. He squeezed his eyes shut, allowing the turmoil of it to wash over him, and a sick part of him almost laughed at the irony of it all. Cyrus had gone into school that morning like every other day of his life, and yet here he was, in a predicament he never thought he’d find himself in. And now he was skipping class with T.J. because he had just outed himself to the entire school, letting them all know that he had a huge crush on T.J. Kipp—

Oh no, Cyrus thought to himself, realization finally striking him. I just told the entire school I have a huge crush on T.J. Kippen. What if T.J. hated him? What if he didn’t like this part of him and refused to be friends with him anymore?

Since T.J. hadn’t heard the announcements himself, did he know just about the liking boys part, or was he aware that he had admitted that he liked T.J., too?

His eyes shone with terror at the possibilities that could be going on in T.J.’s head, and T.J. immediately noticed the drastic change in his demeanor. Cyrus’s spine was suddenly stiff, and he was leaning away from T.J.’s touch, both of which were abnormal for the boy.

Then again, nothing about this situation was the norm.

“Cyrus?” T.J. asked in confusion. He retracted his hand at Cyrus’s distant body language and frowned.

Cyrus took in a quivering, shaky breath, hesitantly meeting T.J.’s eyes, and the fear in his wide, brown orbs pierced right through T.J.’s heart. Was he afraid of what their classmates would think?

Or was he scared of him?

“Are you okay with all of…this?” Cyrus gestured, ending his sentence lamely. T.J. got the gist.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” T.J. asked, seeming so unbothered by it all that Cyrus felt relief surge his whole body.

“Oh, thank goodness,” he let out. “It’s going to be hard enough facing the rest of the school after this, but I don’t know what I’d do if you stopped being friends with me,” he revealed with a sniffle, wiping a few stray tears from his cheeks.

T.J.’s chest swelled at the thought of Cyrus caring about their friendship, but it immediately deflated at the realization of the hardships Cyrus was going to have to face. “I’m going to be here. We can do this together,” T.J. insisted.

Cyrus’s insides turned; this wasn’t just another thing they could cross off his bucket list. He had to go at this alone. There was no other choice. “You don’t understand, T.J. There is no ‘we’. You can’t help me on this one,” Cyrus tried to explain desperately, his chest aching as his mind was processing it all. How was he going to do any of this without his main source of confidence?

T.J. shook his head adamantly, drawing in a deep breath between his parted lips. “Cyrus…I know exactly how you feel.”

The words hung stiffly in the air before Cyrus’s mind was whirring with possibilities of what T.J. meant, the words sounding too familiar to be a coincidence. Oh. Did he mean…no, he can’t mean that…can he? “T.J., what—”

T.J. interrupted him, saving him from any questions by answering them all with one simple, three-word sentence: “I’m gay, too.”

The string of unfamiliar words were jarring to Cyrus. He hadn’t even admitted it to himself aloud before, and yet T.J. just made it look so easy, made the words flow so naturally from his tongue without any wavering or stumbling.

At Cyrus’s loss of words, T.J. continued to speak. “And I’m not exactly out yet,” he admitted, tilting his head once to the side, “but I’d be willing to if it meant helping you.”

Cyrus’s own lips parted in surprise, and his chest bubbled with a feeling so warm and full that he felt like he could cry all over again. “You…,” he took in a stunned gulp of air to refill his breathless lungs, “you’d do that for me?” Cyrus asked, stuttering over his words in the shock of it all.

The left corner of T.J.’s mouth tugged up, and Cyrus felt the genuity radiating from the basketball player’s signature smirk. “Of course I would, Underdog.”

“T.J.,” Cyrus started, at a loss for words. He peered up at T.J. through the eyelashes casted upon his cheeks, and his eyebrows knitted together in worry. “I don’t want you to come out just because of me,” Cyrus revealed. He glimpsed at the hand lingering on the table beside his thigh, and he took a huge leap of courage and enveloped his fingers tightly around T.J.’s wrist, ignoring the loud pounding of his heartbeat in his chest. He prayed T.J. couldn’t hear it within their close proximity. “It should be when you decide. I don’t want to take that away from you.” Like I accidentally took it away from myself.

“Cyrus,” T.J. enunciated, and Cyrus felt his heart melt at the way T.J. said his name. It sounded like sweet syrup coming from his lips, and he wondered if T.J. meant to relay the undertones of endearment and caring the way he did. “I’m choosing now. I’m not afraid anymore,” he confessed. His hand shifted under Cyrus’s grasp, and Cyrus, thinking T.J. was moving away from him, went to retract his own, but, before he could, T.J. weaved his fingers through the empty slots of his, keeping their palms flat on the table. “And, by the way, I like you, too,” T.J. acknowledged with a beam, and Cyrus felt warmth flood him all over, the feeling even spreading to his cheeks, tinging them a light pink.

“You like me?” Cyrus asked in pure disbelief. Almost like he had never heard of the concept before. “T.J. Kippen likes me,” he stated again, his voice on the edge of being giddy. He was trying to make sense of it all, and despite the cogs of his brain whirring at unimaginable speed, Cyrus still couldn’t fully grasp the words. T.J. must’ve known about Cyrus’s confession on the announcements then. But seriously, how was this even happening right now? Was this even real life?

Today ranked high on things Cyrus never thought possible, that’s for sure.

“Yeah,” T.J. said, a slight smirk adorning his face. “I do.”

Cyrus’s breath caught in his throat, his lips curving wide at the words. “I like you, too, T.J.” The confession of his crush to his crush felt like a breath of fresh air to his aching lungs, like a large weight being lifted off his chest, and the exhilarating feeling of looking into T.J.’s green eyes managed to make his heart skip beats.

T.J. smirked slightly, glancing down as he laughed silently through his nose. “I kind of figured,” he said, a teasing lilt to his voice, and Cyrus’s cheeks flooded with warmth.

“Oh, right,” Cyrus said, rubbing his face embarrassedly (although the smile was somehow unwavering, despite all that had just happened). “This is all new to me—”

“Me too,” T.J. inputted, and they both shared a smile, beaming at how despite all their differences, they had this one very important piece of them in common. That was something neither boy had ever imagined possible, and yet here they were, confessing their feelings for the other.

It was…nice for a change. Cyrus usually lived in his comfort zone, only thriving in his safe little bubble outside of the cruel atmosphere of the world, and yet T.J. kept pushing him out of it, bringing him to do the unexpected.

And now he might be getting his first boyfriend. Huh. Today had been shocking on all kinds of levels, that was for sure.

Cyrus still couldn’t help but hope that it had been under different circumstances. Now the hard part was only beginning: he had to go out there with a brave mask and face all of his classmates. If he knew anything about Jefferson Middle School, it was that gossip spread fast, just like it had when Amber and Jonah had broken up (and gotten back together, and then broken up once more…but that was besides the point), and he was afraid the news would reach his parents before he got a chance to come out to them himself.

He couldn’t think of a worse situation than that.

“Does that mean you’re my…my…,” Cyrus stuttered. He couldn’t even spit the word out. Boyfriend. It was a simple word, and Andi and Jonah had no trouble flinging it around like it meant nothing, but to Cyrus it held a much more complex weight. It meant things would change.

Was he ready for that kind of change?

Then again, all sorts of things seemed to be changing today, and it didn’t seem like he had too much choice in the matter.

“Boyfriend?” T.J. asked, shaking Cyrus from his thoughts, and the word made Cyrus’s heart sputter. He had always contemplated the possibility of having a boyfriend, but he never thought it would actually happen, let alone with T.J. Kippen, captain of the basketball team. His best friend’s ex-nemesis.

One of his closest friends and now crush.

The fact that Cyrus was so close to T.J.’s face didn’t help much in the matter. He could easily count the freckles splayed on T.J.’s cheeks if granted the opportunity.

“Is that what you want us to be?” T.J. asked, and Cyrus felt his heart screaming one thing and his brain instructing another. His mind was warning him against it, telling him it would end badly and that he’d lose one of his closest friends if he went through with it.

His heart won out.

“Yes,” Cyrus breathed out, feeling any remaining air trapped in his longs evaporate. “That’s what I want.”

T.J. beamed. “I guess I’m your boyfriend, then.”

“I guess you’re mine,” Cyrus replied with the same expression, and he suddenly felt giddy, feeling like he had all the energy in the world. He wondered if this feeling would ever wear off.

Cyrus found out when the bell blared throughout the school building, the dark ringing of it sounding eerily like his death toll. Cyrus gulped as his nerves suddenly swirled throughout his body once more. His veins were flowing with the same kind of anxious energy, and his legs suddenly went weak. This is it.

“I don’t think I can do this,” Cyrus confessed. The fear that pierced his heart felt a lot like an icicle poking at his chest, its freezing, crystalline shrapnel puncturing through him like a bullet.

“We’re doing it together, Underdog,” T.J. reminded him, ruffling his hair. Cyrus doubted his words. Was he ready to take this plunge?

T.J. noticed the shorter boy’s hesitancy in the tweak of his brow and the worried lines etched on his forehead, and he arched his own eyebrows at the shorter boy. “You ready?” he asked, offering a strong, reassuring hand out for Cyrus to take. T.J. had boundless confidence in spades, and Cyrus could feel it rolling off T.J. in immense waves, giving him that courageous boost he needed.

Cyrus joined their hands, intertwining them. Yes, he thought to himself as his heart pounded in his chest, I’m definitely taking this plunge. Cyrus thought as long as T.J.’s hand was bound tightly to his, giving him reassuring squeezes to match the concerned gazes he’d send him out of the corner of his eye, anything was possible.

Who knows? Cyrus thought to himself as they walked down the hallway together, hand in hand. Him and T.J. shared a glance and exchanged a confident smile before Cyrus felt another shot of courage spike through him. Feeling particularly daring, he swung their hands in between them like a carefree pendulum, which drew even more attention to them than they already had. Maybe there’s a silver lining to this mess after all!

When T.J. and him eventually reached the entrance of Cyrus’s next period class, the pair pausing by the frame of the door, T.J. unclasped their hands (much to Cyrus’s reluctance) and tugged off his hoodie, turning and folding it over in his hands. “For you,” he offered him, his boyfriend (the word itself made something indescribable bubble in Cyrus’s chest). Cyrus looked worriedly around them, prying, intrusive eyes constantly flickering to the pair, but T.J. was insistent, and he pushed the item of clothing adamantly against Cyrus’s chest. “I want you to wear it,” the basketball player insisted, and Cyrus tried to ignore the way his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Then I will,” Cyrus relented, a light smile crossing his face.

As Cyrus sat there in his next class, letting the sky blue fabric pool over his arms and torso, he couldn’t help but beam widely at the thought of his new revelations today. Even though a billion eyes were on him and the entire school had discovered his most deepest, darkest secret, Cyrus chose to revel in the fact that he had a boyfriend who was willing enough to brave the world with him instead of hiding in the shadows. Cyrus was tired of lurking in the dark (or better said, closet), and the fact that he was out basking in the sunshine of life with everyone else meant the world to him.

Suddenly, a conversation he and Buffy had had months ago flickered in his mind.

“Buffy…am I gonna be okay?” he had asked, doubt and worry shining through his voice.

“Cyrus.,” Buffy assured him. “You already are okay.” And he was.

Don’t forget that my amazing talented friend Di (@spaceottersart) has posted artwork for this fanfiction here and here. Make sure to check it out because it blew me away! (We will be collabing together in the future because we are a dynamic duo and are iconic, I said what I said).

#andi mack #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #buffy driscoll #tyrus #outed #whew #what a wild ride

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Ring Doorbell Camera

Technology is improving at a rapid pace each and everyday. Our day-to-day lives are constantly revolving around the growing technology as it is seen to be become more prevalent with everything we use from getting up for class or work every morning, using our smartphones as alarm clocks, to even just listening to music throughout your entire home with one speaker, for example the Alexa. Technology has evolved from having your “smart product” on your person at almost each moment everyday, for example having an Apple Watch around your wrist monitoring your every move, to now having these products spread throughout your home and being able to change what you are watching with only a few words, like with the Amazon FireStick and the Alexa. Now we see products, such as a refrigerator that tells us when we are low on certain foods, which brings us to other new technologies for your home like the Ring Video Doorbell. “Smart products” is described, by Porter and Heppelmann in, How Smart, Connected Products Are, from the Harvard Business Review, as, “Smart components amplify the capabilities and value of the physical components, while connectivity amplifies the capabilities and value of the smart components and enables some of them to exist outside the physical product itself.” Some of the most innovative products that we have today are products that are filling up our homes quick to, frankly, make our lives easier. This brings me to bring up the Ring Video Doorbell. In the past few years, technology has advanced to create a doorbell that not only can show you live what is going on outside and surrounding your home, but that gives you the ability to interact and communicate with any of the individuals that are around through voice interaction.

The Ring is a company that has been purchased in by Amazon 2018. This camera doorbell is one of first of its kind, which helped lend a new feature in technology. This product originally started through ABC’s Shark Tank in 2013, and has been growing ever since. After rejecting an offer on Shark Tank Jamie Siminoff, the founder, decided to rebrand the product, changing the name from Doorbot to Ring. After rebranding the company, Ring was able to raise $5 million in sales. Later on in February 2018, Ring was sold to Amazon for about $1.5 billion. Homes all across the country, especially during the holidays, have been affected by people stealing their packages from their door, which is a big reason this product became so popular. This product brings something new to the industry because it helps you monitor your home, but a little more discreetly. For example, people are constantly purchasing camera to keep their homes secure, but those can get more costly and may be more noticable, causing more tampering with the products. Additionally, you are not able to have two-way communication to the individual at your door, which is a feature that helps the video doorbell stand out. This company makes home security products that focus on using outdoor motion technology in order to keep the home secure. The product that I am specifically focusing on today is the Ring Video Doorbell. This doorbell has a variety of different features that help detect motion outside of the home, and is able to record and show you directly to your phone the motion outside of your home that is being detected. The Ring Stick Up Cam has advanced motion sensors that are adjustable for motion sensor detection in three zones, with a range of up to 30 feet. The battery life in this doorbell is anywhere between 6-12 months with normal usage, however there is also a micro-USB stick that can connect to Solar Panel for power. Because this doorbell is battery and solar panel operated, it will still work in case of a power outage, or if someone attempt to cut your power. The motion detection angle is 180 degrees horizontally and 30 degree vertically, and the bell has 1 MB per sound download and upload. It has infrared night vision, which helps with being able to see at night even when it is dark outside. The doorbell is -5 to -120 degrees fahrenheit weather resistant, therefore it can operate in extremely cold temperatures along with snow storms and extreme weather conditions. Through this camera you are able to see, hear, and speak to anyone that is within the camera’s range on your property from your phone, tablet or computer.

When the motion is detected on the camera, you are notified through the application on your phone, tablet or computer, without anyone even ringing the doorbell. When you are notified, you are able to see through your application, who or what has been detected and you can hear, and even respond to anyone that is visiting from any location. The Ring Doorbell application is compatible with Alexa, iOS, Android, and Mac devices, therefore anyone can use it. The doorbell lets you customize the motion sensors, making you the first person to get notified when there is any activity with the doorbell or around your home. The video doorbell also comes with all the products and tools that are needed for the initial installation, including the stick up cam, security mount, quick release mount, screwdriver handle and bit, drill bit, micro-USB charging cable, installation screws and anchors, quick setup and installation guide, and 12 ft. cable. Since the doorbell comes with all of the necessary equipment for installation, it is easy to set up and you don’t have to go out of your way to purchase any extra tools for set up or hire a team to set it up for you. The application that is installed to control the camera is easy to use and simple, helping anyone be able to use it easily. The product retails for $100, previously marketed for $179. Another really cool feature that company provides is its own customer service support for just $39.95, along with the standard customer service, which provides top-notch support to get immediate help with their products. The doorbell also comes with a one-year warranty and theft protection, which does help reassure the customers of the quality of the product and the company.

Following the launch of Ring, similar products were introduced to the market, such as SkyBell HD Wifi-Enabled Video Doorbell, Vivint Doorbell Camera, and August Doorbell Cam. These products all have similar features to the Ring, however they are not the same. For example, the SkyBell HD doorbell is a wifi-enabled doorbell cam, which could cause some issues. These issues could arise from the fact that you need wifi to use the camera, which is your power goes out there is no way for you to be able to use the doorbell camera.

The product is mounted in replacement of your regular doorbell. It is a black box that has a camera, that is not extremely visual which does help make it a bit more hidden so that it doesn’t stand out. Around the button, the actual doorbell, there is a light that turns on when any motion is detected or when the doorbell is rang. When there is motion detected, the doorbell notifies you once along with the light around the button lighting up, however when someone rings the doorbell, the light turns on and you are notified for about a minute on your application. Once you open the application to see what caused the motion, you are able to respond and speak to anyone that is there. Having two-way communication through the doorbell adds an extra feature, that would not be offered through a security camera. Another factor that often attract people to the Ring is the fact that the individual at your door does not have the capability of seeing you from where you are. Because this device is linked through an app, you are always available to answer your door, no matter what you are doing. This feature attracts a lot of attention and is a key feature. In an article by Jon Phillips on TechHive.com he writes, “You can see them, but they can’t see you—and this is what makes Ring a compelling home security device. Whether you’re inside your home, at work, or on vacation, the system is designed to let you always answer the door. The upshot: When that sketchy person comes to your door asking for “charitable donations,” you can compliment his appearance—nice prison tats!—and tell him you’re too busy to talk right now. Who knows, maybe you’re feeding your Belgian Malinois attack dogs. Or are you? The robber will never know that you’re actually speaking to him from a restaurant. In another state”. Here you can see that this feature is one that cannot be beat. No matter where you are in the world, you home is always protected by you.

Depending on the doorbell you purchased, you can see from the image above that there are many different way that you can see how to adjust the product itself. My parents purchased this product about a year ago, and have loved having it. You are always able to see who is approaching your home and what they are doing outside your door, simply by having your phone on you. This product not only helps you monitor your surroundings, but can help with preventing theft. As I mentioned previously, many homes across the country have had trouble in recent years with packages being stolen right from under their door. With the Ring, you are able to see exactly when and by who, your package was delivered and if your package is tampered with, or stolen, and see who was responsible. Along with its cool features, it is just a great thing it have in general. When people are arriving at your home and you’re running late you are able to simply respond when they ring the doorbell and let them know that you are on your way instead of having to go out of your way to give them a call, which can be distracting especially while driving. When the app notifies you, you can simply open it and respond with the click of a button. Through simple updates in technology, like a smart doorbell, we can see that technology is constantly integrating itself into our lives. From something as simple as a new way to knock on someone’s door to notify them you are there, to a camera that helps you communicate to those at your door. With updates that are rapidly growing, soon enough every product we own be a “smart” one.

Picture 1: https://macsources.com/doorbot/

Picture 2: https://www.homedepot.com/p/Ring-Wireless-Video-Doorbell-88RG002FC100/206049019

Picture 3: https://www.techhive.com/article/2955287/security-cameras/ring-video-doorbell-review-the-gadget-that-makes-crooks-think-you-never-leave-home.html

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Telle Pt.2 (Peter Parker x female!reader)

Part 1! Part 3! Part 4! Part 5!

Masterlist

Word Count/ Warnings: 2k+, swearing, injuries, a fight scene, and Peter Parker being adorable.

Summary: Peter figured out that you’re in love with him. Some guys mess up your whole day at school.

A/N: Oh ho ho! Another one! I’m so excited for your guys’ reaction. I’m sosososososos sorry about this being way late. Also holy shit you guys! Part one got so many notes and I was so surprised, knowing that this is my second fic I’ve ever written! You guys are amazing! I love you guys and hope you enjoy!

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What the fuck did Y/N just say Peter thought to himself. No way. No way, no way, no way.

Peter was on the other side of your building trying to finally catch his breath after that situation when he heard:

“God, I fucking love that boy.”.

It can’t be you who said that. No. He knew that voice. It was definitely Y/N. It couldn’t have been him who she was talking about. But who else would it be? There it was. That swelling feeling in Peter’s heart and everywhere else. He felt like he wanted to do a backflip but also throw up. He knew your secret. You liked him, of course he liked you too, but you loved him. Wait hold on, back it up. Y/N said she loved me Peter thought to himself. Again, his heart swelled. He almost lost his grip and fell into the alleyway below at this realization.

Peter heard your window slam shut and he knew that was the time to actually leave.

Oh boy does he have a story for Ned, and oh boy is he going to have a sleepless night.

*********

You woke up from your almost sleepless night bright and early. You turned in your bed to face your ceiling. Your light was off but you could still see the white roof glaring at you. You slowly sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and situate yourself. You teleport with little to no thinking to your dresser. This was not a thing that, immediately after you had gotten your powers you knew how to do. Oh no. Not at all.

You started off not even knowing that you had teleportation powers. You were practicing your telekinesis powers one day and got so frustrated that you randomly teleported three times in a row, just pushing you forward a couple feet. This, of course, was a dizzying event which you threw up a little in your mouth after. After you were done steadying yourself and drinking water to try and calm your churning stomach you realized, holy shit I can teleport. After that you had been trying to practice your telekinesis, along with teaching yourself how to teleport. This was not an easy feat, but somehow, you persevered. You did once, break a lamp and cut yourself, but that wasn’t the big picture. You pull your clothes out with a couple flicks of the wrist, using your telekinesis. You slid on your clothes for today and stared at your closet for a moment. You threw open the doors and grabbed the neatly folded set of black and white clothes. You stared at the silky fabric and decided what you were doing next.

*********

“Ned! NED!” Peter shouted at Ned with all the panic spewing out.

“What, what! Peter you can’t do this to me, you texted me at like one a.m. saying, and I QUOTE, ‘NED. 911. EMERGENCY. MEET ME OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL HALF AN HOUR EARLY.’. And then you wouldn’t explain to me what happened. So why in the name of god Peter, am I here.” Ned says, surprisingly only the slightest trace of annoyance in his voice, he was just mainly excited for Peter to say whatever he was going to say next.

“Okay okay,” Peter says, panting from basically running all the way here, ”Y/N loves me”

“What.” Ned says in the most dead pan voice.

Peter takes a deep breath and slows down, “Y/N loves me.”

“What. No way. You have to be shitting me. After all this time she said it to you? Like to your face, like she said it to your face?” Ned says with the most shocked face, repeating that last part.

“No she didn’t say it to my face, I heard her say it when I was on the side of her building and she didn’t close her window.... when she said that.” Peter said starting to lead Ned over to the school, since they still had to go to their lockers.

“How does that even work?” Ned was just so confused about this whole situation.

“I stuck onto the wall next to her window to catch a breath and she just said that.” Peter said opening a door into the corridor that had his and Ned’s lockers in it.

“Wait, you can stick onto things?” Ned says, amazed.

“Yes Ned, that’s how you figured out I was Spider-Man, I was on the ceiling.” Peter recites, whisper-yelling.

“Oh yeah.” Ned remembers.

****

You shove your suit into your backpack just in case. You need a place to store it away from your family anyways.

This is no normal suit however, this is your super suit that you have been working on since— well since about a month ago. It was a extremely cheap version of Peter’s Spider-Man suit. He had let you see it when you asked him and you studied what it was made of. The closest thing that could come nowhere close to his suit was spandex.

It was a one piece black and white suit that came down to your ankles in spandex. It wasn’t the most comfortable but it worked. It also wasn’t the most flattering, but again, it worked. You had sewed it to look like a black ‘T’ that flows into your black pants. The sleeves and every area that wasn’t the pants or the ‘T’ was white. You paired it things that looked like go-go boots but without the heel. They were white with a black diamond shape that stretched all the way from the top of the boot to the beginning of your foot. All that went along with a eye mask thing like they have in ‘The Incredibles’. You had used your powers to form it to your face magically. Now it doesn’t fall off.

You shoved all of this in your backpack and it magically fit. With all of your other things already packed, you left your apartment and made your way to Midtown High, thirty minutes early.

You left this early so you could stop at your favorite cafe to have a short break in the sweet smelling place. There, you could rest your brain and have a cup of cocoa. Or coffee. Whichever you were feeling that day.

You took a little bit longer than expected getting to the cafe, probably because you were daydreaming about Peter Parker, but nonetheless, you were getting a to go cup.

You walked over to Midtown and were greeted with the sight of Peter Parker and Ned Leeds walking into the doors as you walked on campus. You prepared to avoid them while you unloaded a few books, trying not to show your suit in the bottom of your backpack.

You pushed open the school doors leading to your locker. It just so happens that you locker was only separated by a column of bricks, so you hoped to dear god that he wasn’t there or doesn’t notice you.

Strike one, Peter is at his locker with Ned. Hopefully Ned was going to distract him. You kept your head down and opened your locker and quickly shoved a couple notebooks in and your backpack, almost dropping your eye mask on the floor. You slammed your locker shut and kept your other items in your hands. You had planned after school to put your suit under the lockers with your powers after learning in your free time that there was an empty space underneath them.

You walked over to Ned and Peter with a growing smile on your face.

“Hi Pete, Hi Ned!” You say smiling at them, no trace of you having a secret in your locker left on your face.

You clearly had startled them. Or at least just Peter.

“Oh he-hey Y/N!” Peter says with his I’m-not-hiding-something face.

“What’s up?” You say, not pointing out the fact that you can tell that he’s hiding something.

Then you three start talking about the little things before the first bell rings and you all depart away from each other to go to the first couple periods you didn’t have with either of them.

Then you got to third period, which was AP Chemistry. You had this class with all of the crew including MJ. In this class you just so happened to be lab partners with him. He had been the best lab partner you ever had, because he actually worked and helped you if you needed any. You, for some reason, were just not getting what was going on that day and Peter explained it perfectly so you got everything that was going on and maybe a bit more. He was constantly checking if you were getting everything, making sure that you felt comfortable. He was just all around adorable with those brown puppy eyes.

After all that cuteness, you left to go to fourth period. Everything was fine until halfway through the period. You had gone to the bathroom and were making your way back to the classroom when you heard the intercom come on and say,

“Lockdown, lockdown. This is not a drill. There is are intruders on campus with firearms. Lockdown, lockdown. This is not a drill.”

That was strange they usually don’t say what was the cause but then again it was probably someone from the office saying it.

You see a girl run into her classroom and slam the door. You stood there frozen thinking what to do. Well it’s now or never, you think, starting to run to your locker which was just down the hall. You look around seeing all the windows into the classrooms are closed up. You throw your hands at your locker opening it as fast as you can. You rip out your backpack and throw out the couple of books that were on top of your suit. You tear your suit out of the bottom of your backpack. You find a corner out of the way of eyesight and cameras and throw off your shirt and jeans. You then try to put on your suit and eyemask on as fast as you can, almost pulling a muscle in the process. You then run back to your locker, grab your backpack, and throw your clothes in it while slamming your locker shut. You throw your backpack in a place that can’t be seen and run to where you hear footsteps and quiet chatter.

You stop at the corner before the people and peek around. They are heading the opposite way of you and have a lot of guns and weapons. Your heart speeds up tenfold and you take a deep breath. Then you notice a certain Spiderling on the ceiling above you.

“Pet- shit.” You say under your breath, honestly thankful that he’s here because you have no idea what you are doing.

“Hey! Spiderling!” You whisper yell to him. Shit, you think, I’m the only one that calls him in hat he’s gonna know who I am... Oh well. He’s going to see my face anyways.

He looks down and visibly almost falls off the ceiling. Squinting at you and then his spider eyes widen to almost their full shape.

“Y-Y/N?” Peter whispers, slowly dropping himself to the floor.

“Okay look there’s a thing called a secret identity, you would be one to know about it.” You say, putting your hands on your hips.

“Oh sorry!” He says putting a hand on his suited neck, “well we don’t have much time, I’m not going to ask what you can do except, can you tread lightly and can you hold them down?”

“Treading lightly and holding people are my specialty actually,” You say preparing yourself for the thing that was about to happen, “why are you putting this on me? I’ve never done this before? You’re gonna help right?”

“Okay I haven’t really done the whole ‘I’m going to help another superhero’ thing either, and no I’m not going to leave you, you hold them down and I’ll web them for the police,” Peter replies

“Okay, okay, okay,” you say taking some deep breaths.

“You got this, just distract them for a bit and then if they shoot... improv, I guess?” He says.

You take a deep breath. Here we go.

You silently teleport over about ten feet behind the gang of ruffians with guns.

“Hello boys!” You say putting yourself into your best ‘I’m a showgirl’ pose, also noticing you are sounding a bit like Harley Quinn, “whatcha doin’?”

The group jumps around, shaken by what’s just happened. Surprisingly, not trying to shoot at you.

“You’re not here to hurt anyone are you? Just here because you went to the wrong place? You guys look dumb enough to go to a school instead of a bank.” You say playfully. You notice Peter crawling on the ceiling out of sight ready to strike at the right moment. You notice, and feel, your hands and eyes radiating with a purplish color glow, as your powers start to flow through your veins. The purple acting like smoke, flowing up, and dissipating into the air.

Then in the next milisecond, the man who was front most, pulled his trigger. You reacted quick enough to stop it with your telekinesis mid-air. You let go and watched the bullet drop and bounce on the ground.

“Oh honey, you should not have done that.” You say, ending the sentence with a deeper and sharper tone.

You grab his gun with your telekinesis and throw it behind you.

****

Holy shit that was hot, Peter thinks. He watches as you teleport two feet in front of the group and kick the first guy straight in the face with all the might you have.

Oh my god. Peter stares at The upside down world that was you kicking this gang’s ass.

He loved it so much. He loved you so much.

****

Oh my god ow. I need to work out more, you think kicking the next man in the crotch, sending him onto the floor in immense pain. You just had to get them all on the floor at once, hold them down with your telekinesis, and get Peter to web them to the floor.

You punched another in the face and kicked him I’m the chest, sending him stumbling backwards, tripping on another one of the thugs. You had put three on the floor so far and were getting the last one. You decided to make a fool of him a bit.

You kicked him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, and forcing him to stumble backwards. You teleported to the side and behind him as he stumbled back, and you tripped him. He fell on the guy that you kicked in the crotch, and as he was falling he elbowed crotch guy in the crotch a second time.

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope,” you say as the second guy you beat up tried to get up.

You use your telekinesis to hold all of them down at the same time.

“P-peter?” You say as you struggle a bit to keep them down as you haven’t held people in your powers, or this amount of stuff.

****

“O-oh sorry,” Peter says snapping out of his trance that was focused on you. He just couldn’t understand how you had kept this side that was so.... badass. You hadn’t ever fought anyone, let alone a gang of thugs... and ones with guns! You were beautiful. Even through the sweating (and subtle swearing), grunting, and kicking other men in the balls, he thought you were utterly beautiful. More gorgeous than ever before. His crush on you just got twenty times bigger. And you had powers! Why did you keep them from him. Oh well Peter had to web some bad guys.

****

Still struggling to keep the thugs under your grasp, Peter sets himself on the linoleum floor. He walks over to you, his normal kinda confident walk, but sped up. I must’ve looked so stupid and ugly while fighting them. I mean, I’m sweating. That’s not attractive... I think. Peter, oh my god can you not always look so hot.

“I can web through that right?” Peter points at the purple glow radiating off of the pool of bad guys on the floor. He pulls off his mask trying to get a better look at the glow. Oh my god, his mask hair is the best.

“Y-yeah it’s just like a mist, but no-not liquid,” you stutter out. Still struggling. Oh my god hurry up.

Peter drops his mask and webs all of the criminals’ hands, feet, and mouths. The struggle getting lighter as you let go of each ruffian as he webs them.As he webs the last one you physically collapse to the floor and just lay there a second before sitting up.

Peter laughs, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve just never done anything like that before. I mean like I’ve never fought anyone or had to use that much of my powers before,” you say, feeling the glow drain out of your eyes and hands and recede back into your body. You take a extremely deep breath and let it out slowly. You get up and turn your body, fully facing Peter. You let the huge smile you were holding back flow freely out. Peter returns it fully, along with pink crawling up his neck and onto his face. Your smile recedes as you notice a sharp pain in your side, as Peter beats you looking at what exactly it was.

“Oh my god! Y/N!” He says as he runs over to you, “A bullet must have grazed you. We need to get you to Tony.”

“Ow! Shit!” You say as you realize what Peter just said, “Wait hold on, Tony as in Tony Stark?!”

“Yes he can help you with out is having to go to the hospital.” He says, slightly panicking.

“Why can’t we go to the hospital. It seems perfectly safe there,” You say watching the blood start to pour out of your side, you trying to stifle it with your hands.

“They ask questions there and we can’t deal with that if we’re superheroes,” Peter says calmly, “Can I pick you up?”

“Yes, but why can’t I just teleport both of us?” You question.

“Because my guess is that would make you bleed more, and you could be seen,” Peter says, taking you into his arm as and noting that you didn’t even protest to him picking you up, “Hold on love.” Crap why did I say love, he thinks, oh well she’s not protesting.

You both swing off towards Tony’s lab as the police arrive impossibly late.

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