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katnissmellarkkk · 3 years

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Dancing On My Own

Hiiii! Sooo I’ve been talking about this fic for a hot minute! My Everlark Jealousy fic! It’s one that I’m highkey nervous about posting, not only because I’m struggling hardcore with my writer’s block still but also because the content and subject matter—jealousy—may not be everyone’s .... like most level-headed subject? That sentence was convoluted 😂😅. But anyways, I always believe in Everlark endgame and lots of fluff to make up for the angst (except for one fic that’ll be super tragic that I haven’t even started writing yet... but this fic isn’t that one sooo 😬).

Okay well anyways! I hope if you read this you’ll like it! Oh and also, one more little sidenote but this fic deviates slightly from canon. In this fic, Peeta’s memory/mind isn’t completely rehabilitated the way I usually interpret it by the time he comes home in the last chapter of Mockingjay. It’s not obvious too much in the first chapter but it will be as the story goes on. Oh and this fic also is only set to be under 10 chapters (originally it was a oneshot and then it was a three and now I’m aiming for 6/7 chapters... but I promise it won’t get over 10. So this won’t be one of my long fics.)

Okay anyways, thank you for reading if you do!

The very first time I see her, she passes right by me on the street. The interaction, at first, is fleeting. At best. There's nothing to think of her, aside from her being new and unfamiliar and foreign.

Which doesn't mean much, because in the six months since I'd been back, Twelve has miraculously gained more new residents than I ever could have anticipated. Haymitch practically boarded up his windows last week, wanting all our new neighbors gone with the wind that blew them in.

There was nothing special about the girl before me. At first glance.

Until she opens her mouth and asks for directions to the bakery.

"The bakery?" I repeat, startled. My brows furrow in confusion, processing her inquiry. The bakery has yet to be restored, has yet to be resurrected from the pile of smoke and ash the Capitol reduced it to the last night of the Quarter Quell.

"Oh," She laughs, sounding surprised. Surprised but not thrown.

The wind threw her blonde locks over her shoulder as she flashes me an easy smile, her nose wrinkling up in a pleasant way. "It still hasn't been rebuilt yet?"

My expression must indicate my perplexity. "What do you mean?" Hardly anyone knew that there were even plans to recreate the structure. And those plans still had to be approved by the district officials.

How could this complete stranger know about these plans before the vast majority of Twelve?

Before the girl could reiterate her question though, something catches her water blue eye over my shoulder.

Or someone.

I spin around too, plainly curious by whatever she's peering at, by whatever caught her attention before she could answer me.

I don't trust people easily. I never have and I probably never will. Not after everything that's happened. Not after all the people I trusted and lost, physically or mentally. Not after all the white hot betrayal I've been subjected to, that I've been forced to choke down with an expression of indifference on my face.

The idea of people moving into my district, people that I don't know and that I surely can't trust, terrifies me.

There's no peace for a war torn and battle scarred girl. No peace for the girl who spent weeks inside death matches and trekked through underground sewers to assassinate the president.

At least, there's no peace that I can see.

I peer around the somewhat crowded cobblestoned path, trying to understand who this complete stranger could be looking for.

I don't know why but the very last person I expect to appear before me is Peeta, his blue eyes lit up, shiny and bright.

He'd returned four months ago to Twelve. Until then Dr. Aurelius held him in the Capitol, until he could be deemed recovered enough from the abuse and brainwashing Snow and his men happily inflicted upon his psyche.

Peeta had spent nearly every day around me in some fashion since coming home, since I'd began to hunt again and he'd started to bake and sell from his own kitchen. Since we'd started having dinners with Haymitch and bonding again, starting from almost ground zero in our friendship. Snow had done irreparable damage to Peeta's memories of me.

There's little hope he'll ever fully remember me as he once did. That he'll ever see me the way he once did.

I've gotten extraordinarily good at pretending it doesn't bother me in the least, pretending that it doesn't hurt when he doesn't wish to see me or a flashback comes on that he refuses to let me talk him through. Because my voice, my face, my very presence makes it worse.

I myself make it infinitely worse on Peeta. And there's nothing I can do to fix it.

He makes his way over to us now, just as I'm about to ask the stranger how she knows him. But she's not looking at me anymore and I realize, probably wisely, that anything I try to say will just be ignored.

"Peeta Mellark! Oh my goodness gracious," she exclaims vigorously, tossing her arms around his neck as soon as he's close enough to reach, launching herself into his embrace.

And he welcomes it. He seems to revel in it, in fact. His arms lock around her and he sways her gently and his smile, his wonderful, genuine smile, brightens his face so powerfully, it rivals stars in a night's sky.

I love that smile, I realize suddenly.

I only wish I saw it directed at me.

As soon as he lets her go, the girl is talking a mile a minute, her tone getting higher and higher, and becoming more scrambled and vivacious. And Peeta listens attentively, asking questions about how long she's been here and where's she staying and how's her cousin.

And I slip away, retreating from where I came from, back down the road towards my house.

Neither party realizes I was even there.

"Katniss, I need that!" Peeta yells two nights later, his voice caught between exasperation and laughter. "I need to see if the recipe turns out right."

"I can tell you the dough has turned out spectacular," I offer, digging my fingers into the bowl of mixed ingredients.

"You're disgusting," he remarks, coming to a sudden halt behind me now. "I'm still going to bake that. Even filled with your germs."

"Germs?" I pick, only half pretending to be offended.

"Whatever you call those tiny fingers."

I narrow my eyes at him, choosing to hold the bowl even tighter against my chest in defiance. "I'm definitely not giving this back after-ah!"

In the span of one second, Peeta had managed to grab an ice cube from the tray on his counter and slide it underneath my shirt, right up against the bare skin on my lower back.

"Peeta!" I yelp as he yanks the dish from my hands and sets it on top of the refrigerator. Where I cannot easily reach. "That was below the belt."

"So is stealing my batter," he shoots backs, remorseless for the way he'd launched a surprise attack on me.

"You called it a dessert experiment."

"That I will never know the outcome of if you don't stop eating the dough."

"But I'm hungry."

"So go hunt something. You were just saying earlier that deer are starting to reappear in the woods."

"I wanted something sweet," I murmur, maybe a little petulantly.

"Go ask Haymitch for a cup of sugar," he suggests wryly, and then laughs at the image. "I'm sure he hasn't touched anything I stocked his cupboards with."

"But I already sampled the dough," I point out, my mouth watering at the seconds old memory.

"And?"

"And my germs, as you called them, are in that batter now anyway."

At that Peeta rolls his eyes. "I've had your germs in my mouth before, Katniss."

I'm taken aback at the innuendo. In the time since he'd returned to Twelve, he's kept things between us simply platonic. Playful on his good days, distant—extremely distant—on his bad, but never once has he ever made mention of our past romantic entanglement before. Real or not real, those moments between us remain unspoken.

As if they never even happened at all.

And I abruptly realize I don't know what to say now that he has. Now that he's made a not-so-subtle reference to our shared kisses, I'm unexpectedly rendered silent.

Luckily he doesn't seem to notice. Or if he does, he takes mercy on me.

"I can't trust you in the kitchen anymore," he asserts, with a teasing edge in his tone. "Go stir the frosting in the dining room for me."

I let out a sigh that's far more irritated than I truly feel. "Ordering me around now?" I murmur with an air of superiority, but I follow his request just the same.

"Yes," he smirks, matching my arrogance. He smacks my backside as I slip by him. "Anything to keep you out of my dessert experiments."

"Who was that pretty blonde you were talking with?" I ask the next morning, hoping my tone came off casual. Peeta had invited me and Haymitch over for breakfast, claiming he wanted us to try his new chocolate filled crepes.

The crepes were great but truthfully, they weren't the reason I took him up on the invite.

I wanted to ask him about the girl, the blonde girl I'd met in town the other day. Especially after finding out Haymitch declined breakfast this morning, I thought my opportunity to slide the inquiry subtly into the conversation was actually presenting itself.

Of course, last night while helping—a term Peeta himself would use loosely with my presence here the night before—him try out his new dessert recipe would have been an ideal chance as well to ask who the stranger with the pretty face and beaming eyes, for him evidently, was.

But he was so joyous last night. He was so happy and carefree and playful with me, in a way I've found it difficult to count on since the war, and I'd be lying if I said the idea of mentioning this girl, of taking a risk and bringing up an unknown stranger, that's clearly not from Twelve, didn't absolutely scare me. Didn't raise the possibility in my mind of souring his good mood.

Then again, the bright smile he'd given her a few days ago in the town square leads me to believe nothing about the blonde holds a negative connotation to him. The look on his face that day indicates nothing about the girl sets him off, triggers a bad image or a distorted memory, reminds him of the war that surely was their catalyst for meeting.

In fact, I laid in bed last night and considered the possibility of her newfound presence in Twelve being the reason behind the rapid improvement to his mood.

The likelihood of that being true stung enough to keep sleep away. Stung enough that I could physically feel the ache spreading across my chest.

Well, lucky her, I remark snidely in my mind before taking a deep breath. I don't want to let myself go down that road. That road of bitterness and anger, of all the things that'd happened that just aren't fair or right. All the things that Dr. Aurelius tries to get me to work through on the rare occasion I actually do pick up the phone when he calls.

I intended all through breakfast to bring up his mysterious new acquaintance, but whenever I got close to approaching the subject, I either second-guessed my words or Peeta made an obvious segue to a new topic. And remarkably quick, in my opinion.

But after we finish eating, I realize my time is about to run out and my curiosity gets the best of me and, instead of the subtle way I practiced in my head, I merely just blurt out the question.

"Who?" He says, raising an eyebrow, seeming truly confused. But it only takes him a second to grasp what I'm referring to. "Oh, are you talking about Bailey?"

"Is she the pretty blonde girl you were smiling at?" I ask, trying to ignore the way my stomach twists, waiting to hear the answer.

"Yeah, she is," is all the response he offers verbally.

But there's a slight blush to his cheeks now and the pit in my stomach deepens. "How do you know her?" I murmur, my tone suddenly faltering.

He hesitates, biting his lip, considering his words very carefully. "Bailey was in therapy with me. In the Capitol," he finally explains.

Oh. That admission gives me pause. This girl was in the Capitol with Peeta, in therapy?

I must look as confused as I feel because he elaborates further. "Dr. Aurelius put me in group therapy near the end of my stay. He thought me interacting with others who'd also had... traumatic experiences may be helpful to my own recovery and memory corruption..."

I nod then, seeing the doctor's logic. "Did it work?" I inquire, keeping my gaze on the plate I'd been drying for two minutes straight, afraid to put it down and then have to meet the blue eyes that could make me bare my soul without having to ask.

"Work how?" He murmurs softly, looking at me now like he could see the sun, moon and stars in the side of my face. Looking at me in a way that makes me wonder if I'd imagined his interaction with the blonde.

"To fix your... memory corruption." The phrase seems so foreign and overly formal, but it's the only way I can think of to refer to his hijacking.

I see Peeta take a deep breath in my peripheral vision and I feel his gaze intensify, burning into me like red hot fire before he finally shakes his head. "Not as well as I wanted."

My heart thuds loudly at his words. It's been months since he came home, he's come over to my house nearly every day, ate countless meals with me and Haymitch, laughed with me, held my hand during moments of fear, helped me tend to the primroses he'd himself planted, picked up my shipments from the train without request and yet, there's still a wall that flies up between us. A wall that seems impenetrable between us some days.

I don't know if it's by Dr. Aurelius' suggestion or if Peeta has made this decision, consciously or unconsciously on his own, but he has repeatedly pulled back from getting too close to me. He's always kind and friendly and even polite, but every so often, something between us will go into uncharted territory, something will cross an invisible line I never even knew existed, reignite a spark that evidently can't be lit and Peeta closes down completely.

And when that happens, when he pulls away from me, whether it be emotionally or physically, my own happiness is crushed as well.

I suppose though, I should have expected this after last night. I should have known by the unguarded way he'd laughed, by how freely he'd touched me, that he was bound to pull away soon.

"Is Bailey planning on staying in town?" I ask after a long pause, hoping to alleviate some of the tension now lingering in the air between us.

It has the opposite effect though. Instead of easing him, Peeta adverts his gaze to look as far from me as humanly possible. Which only serves in further piquing my desperate curiosity. "I'm not sure where she'll be staying," he finally states and then carefully slips the bone-dry plate from my hands.

I don't miss his meticulous word choice or the rigidity in his posture now.

"I'll wipe down the table-" I start, trying to find a way to useful rather than just gawking at him, prying into his treatment in the Capitol or the girl he'd very blatantly managed to befriend in the process.

The girl he'd evidently befriended while I was sitting in my training room, going out of my mind with grief for my dead sister and a court of people debated if I was a danger to society or not.

"You don't have to do that," Peeta cuts me off, his voice insistent. "It's fine, Katniss. I can handle things from here."

There's something in his tone that makes me suddenly uncomfortable. Something in his baby blues that makes me feel like he wants me to leave.

But it's something I don't have the gull to question. After the way this conversation made me feel, I don't have the will to ask another inquiry again and instead of pressing further until I know exactly what his problem is, I find myself leaving, allowing the uneasiness between us to only gain strength, allowing the awkwardness to transform even my simple goodbye into a loaded statement, desperately searching for an explanation of some kind.

I get my explanation the very next morning though, bright and early.

In way of long blonde tendrils splayed across Peeta's pillow, her cheek rested against his chest, her hand rubbing his arm.

All visible from where I stand outside, peering into Peeta's open bedroom window.

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shinsorokiri · 3 years

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UA Idol | Chapter Twenty

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: Language, excessive amounts of nerves, Y/n’s song mentions a razor

A/N: Another one. This one was fun and now I’m excited because we are getting into live shows which means a LOT OF ACTION IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN LEMME TELL YOU. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! I’m having fun with this series and I have a few ideas for some other ones, so if anyone would be interested in hearing about them just let me know and I’ll post little prefaces or something. Okay, I’ll shut up now, please enjoy! :)

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“Are you ready to kick some ass?!” Mina screams as the two of you are getting dressed for your final performances of Hell Week. You laugh a bit, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m ready. I’m assuming you’re even more ready considering you just screamed that at six in the morning.”

“Oh, you know I’m ready. I’m so pumped, dude. So. Pumped.”

“I can tell.”

“And you need to calm down, (Y/n), I can tell you’re nervous.”

“I’m always nervous, Mina. Especially with this.”

“Yeah, well you’re gonna kill it and get through to live shows with absolutely no problem, so I don’t wanna hear it,” Mina winks at you as she applies her lipstick, and you grin. It’s nice knowing your best friend has more faith in you than you do. You freshen up, making yourself look presentable. You’re wearing the best outfit you brought here, and to say you look good is an understatement. “Someone looks hot,” Mina says as the two of you are about to leave. You laugh. “Speak for yourself,” you say, and she just stops in the middle of the hallway and starts twerking and doing tiktok dances. All because you said she looked hot and she’s extra as hell. You can only roll your eyes as you laugh, and surprisingly while she’s doing this, Uraraka runs over to you guys and joins in with her. “Oh my god y’all, let’s go,” you say through laughter, rushing over to the elevator and hitting the button.

Uraraka and Mina both follow after you the minute they hear the doors ding, opening up to reveal Midoriya and Todoroki. “Hey guys!” Uraraka says, hugging Midoriya. Todoroki and Midoriya both greet everyone and you all start talking about the performances. “I’m so nervous,” Midoriya says, and Todoroki tries to inconspicuously grab his hand to give him reassurance, but you all see it. None of you say anything though because it’s cute. “I am too, dude,” you say, and Mina hits both of you. Not like actually hits but a friend smack on the arm. “You two need to stop this, you’re going to do great!” “I agree with Mina, you’re both going to be just fine,” Todoroki says, and Midoriya starts grinning like a mad man. “But it’s okay to be nervous, just know that y’all are going to kill it and everything will be fine!” Uraraka says, giving you both a thumbs up. By the end of the elevator ride, you feel a little better with what’s about to happen. When you all walk out into the lobby where you run into Hitoshi and Denki. “Hey guys,” Mina says, running over to Denki and bumping him with her butt. She is… very energetic for getting up extremely early. Denki laughs and butt bumps her back. The two of them have the most chaotic energy you’ve ever seen in two people. It’s kind of impressive.

“Hey,” you say to Hitoshi and he grins. “Hey.”

Unbeknownst to you, he had been checking you OUT the minute you stepped off of that elevator. He knows you’re insanely attractive and he’s seen you look good countless of times but like… wow. Right now, you look insanely good, and he can’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking you up and down. Of course, Todoroki noticed this, and made a mental note to text in the group about what he just saw. But later. When you two weren’t around.

“Alright guys let’s head out!” Denki screams the minute that Kirishima, Bakugou, and Sero step out of the elevator and Momo and Jirou appear from the stairs. Now you all could walk to the theater, it truthfully wasn’t that far, but UA Idol provided the contestants with big ass vans just like they did for the first round of Hell Week. You pile in one with Mina, Denki, Hitoshi, Kirishima, and Bakugou yet again, but this time the conversation is a lot more familiar and Bakugou even partakes in it without calling someone a dumbass in every sentence.

The drive really was short, so you just stared out of the window the whole time. You were listening to what was happening and responding with laughs and things, but you weren’t necessarily talking. You were just going over the lyrics of your song in your head and trying not to psych yourself out. Hitoshi knows this, of course, and he gently hits you with his foot, causing you to look at him. “You okay?” he mouths, concern evident on his features. You nod, and he raises an eyebrow at you. You give him a small grin, trying to convince him that you were fine because you really were, you were just nervous. But he doesn’t buy it and decides that he’ll ask you about it when the two of you are alone. And Kirishima notices this exchange, but he also bookmarks it in his brain to talk about in the group chat later as well.

When your van pulls up to the theater, you all hop out and head inside. Everyone is gathering in the actual theater again, and you all head in. This time, you’re sitting with all of your new friends instead of just Hitoshi since you aren’t divided up into genres this time, but of course you were still right next to him. “Okay, seriously, what’s up?” you hear a whisper and look over to see Hitoshi highkey concerned about you. You smile a bit. Cute. “I’m just nervous Toshi, it’s okay,” you respond, and he frowns. “I wish I could help you out with that but like, same.”

“I knew you’d feel my pain. But don’t worry, you’re going to do great.”

“And you are too, kitten.”

He elbows you, causing you to smile. Now you didn’t feel 100% confident after this, but you did certainly feel a lot better. When all forty of the remaining contestants are gathered in the theater, everyone is informed on what is about to go down. The theater is where everyone will wait and watch the performances on a big screen, but since they’re in LA and it’s a really nice day, a separate performance stage was set up outside. Everyone will be doing another soundcheck before the performances, since they’re changing from indoors to outside, and they will start at two pm. It seems a little early, but the way they do this is they have everyone perform for a live audience which usually takes around three and a half hours. Then, they need to discuss who will go through and who won’t, which can take anywhere between an hour to two hours. Then, they proceed to invite everyone back onto the stage outside where the judges are going to be sitting to tell them if they’re going through to the live shows, or if they’re going home.

After that, you all get to work immediately. Everyone heads out to the outdoor stage, running through soundcheck again and adjusting to the new dynamics of outside. You would be lying if you said you weren’t also pumped as well as nervous. This was about to be so fun, but also extremely important for your future. Before you knew it, it was two, and there were so many people in the crowd. You all watched from inside the theater on a big screen on the stage, and you hear Sero mutter something in Spanish while Denki and Mina’s jaws drop. “That… is a lot of people,” Midoriya says, his nerves evident in the shake of his voice and look of fear in his eyes. “Yeah, but who cares? If they’re here to hear good music and watch a good fucking performance that’s what they’re gonna get. Don’t let a shit ton of strangers make you perform like shit, Deku,” Bakugou growls at Midoriya. He’d started calling him Deku ever since yesterday when he saw how clumsy the poor kid was. It’s not a very endearing nickname, but it’s certainly a degrading one. Midoriya doesn’t seem to mind though, and in retaliation started calling him Kaachan. Don’t ask why, no one really knows, but it makes Bakugou’s blood boil. “He kind of has a point, you know,” Uraraka says as the first contestants start going. “I mean, they’re here. For a good performance. So that’s what we’ll give them!”

You take a deep breath, trying to listen to Bakugou and Uraraka, but still internally freaking out a little bit. Everyone going so far had been really good, you have no idea how the judges can pick people to send to the next round and who to get rid of. You would never be able to do that. You watched as all of your friends, old and new, went, occasionally going to sing backup for them. For some unknown reason, basically all of you were the last one to go. Kirishima and Denki helped Bakugou sing the background vocals for his song, Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy and then Kirishima and Bakugou in turn helped Denki with his rendition of No Control by One Direction. Meanwhile with Kirishima, he had quite a few people helping him out since he’s singing Locked out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, but all of them had amazing performances. Mina, of course, killed her performance of Positions by Ariana Grande as well as Uraraka with her performance of New Rules by Dua Lipa. Sero completely and totally caught everyone off guard singing a Caramelo by Ozuna, mainly because a lot of people didn’t realize he was Asian Latino and fluent in Spanish, Japanese, and English. Of course, you all knew because you hung out with him like all day yesterday and he threatened to beat Bakugou with a shoe completely in Spanish which was hilarious because Bakugou didn’t know what was going on, but a lot of people (excluding the judges since they saw him literally audition in Mexico) were surprised. Midoriya did a surprisingly good cover of Dance Monkey by the Tones and I and Todoroki really did a great job singing Willow by Taylor Swift. Mans has range. And now, Hitoshi was up. You gave him a thumbs up when he looked back at you at the piano, which was a decision you both made so you could since back-up and also play the piano, it made sense to do and was easier on the pianist in the band. He could learn one less song. Then he started strumming his ukulele and went off.

“I was scared of dentists and the dark. I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations, Oh, all my friends are turning green. You're the magician's assistant in their dream.

Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ahh-ah-ah And they come unstuck…

Lady, running down to the riptide, Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left-hand man. I love you when you're singing that song, And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.

There's this movie that I think you'll like. This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City. This cowboy's running from himself, And she's been living on the highest shelf.

Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ahh-oh And they come unstuck…

Lady, running down to the riptide, Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left-hand man. I love you when you're singing that song. And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.

I just wanna, I just wanna know If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay.

I just gotta, I just gotta know I can't have it, I can't have it any other way.

I swear she's destined for the screen. Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh

Oh lady, running down to the riptide, Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left-hand man. I love you when you're singing that song, And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.

Yeah, I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.”

The crowd was very interactive with him, singing along and afterwards, they were going crazy because they genuinely enjoyed his performance. He looked at you with a very happy expression that made your heart skip a beat. You smiled back at him, and he motioned for you to take the microphone while he took his place at the keyboard to help sing back-up for you. The judges also seemed to be enjoying themselves through Hitoshi’s song. You were still nervous, but you took a deep breath and started your song anyways.

“Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know we don't need anyone, anyone. Here in the dark, I feel my heart. And we react like chemicals, chemicals Here in the darkness, I feel my heart beat.

Oh, when we lock eyes, Come with me don't kill the vibe. Look around, no one's in sight Hold me down if I get too wild, I swear. You and I could just disappear. We can run away from here. To the darkest places, Too late, no one can save us now.

When you spill your guts they don't go back in. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I say too much it's my consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) So take your razor love and run it down my skin. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I bleed too much it's my consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, your fingers locked in my hair, Our clothes all over the chair, We're all alone And I'm dancin' in my underwear. You laugh and I blush, and it hurts so much. You melt and I die, The world is ours At least it is tonight.

(It's chemical, it's chemical Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

When you spill your guts they don't go back in. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I say too much it's my Consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) So take your razor love and run it down my skin. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I bleed too much it's my Consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah we don’t need anyone, anyone. Here in the dark, I feel my heart. And we react like chemicals chemicals. Here in the darkness, I feel my heart beat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

You were met with more applause and singing along than you expected, and honestly you had a great time performing. You got the audience involved, your voice was spot on, everything went perfectly. And you were very happy with what you did. And it seemed like the judges were too. You both walked back to the theater, all pumped up as you sat next to your friends. Compliments were going all around, everyone telling each other how well they did. Now, you all had to wait to see if you made it through.

Everyone was called back in the order they had performed, and after seeing countless people come out with bad news and a few with good news, your nerves were back in full force. Unluckily for you and Hitoshi, you two were dead last. Again. So, you just had to sit there, and wait. And the worst part is, only half of the people who already got the news came out the way they went in to keep the remaining contestants clueless on if they made it through or not. Luckily, though, Mina, Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Bakugou, Uraraka, Midoriya, and Todoroki all made it through. You knew that much. And now, you and Hitoshi were the only ones waiting.

A producer came out and you gave Hitoshi a thumbs up as he stood to go back. “Wait, the two of you are okay to head onto the stage together.”

You look at each other, a little confused, before you stand up and follow Hitoshi back to the stage where the two of you had performed earlier. “Oh, good, they sent you together,” you hear Midnight say as the two of you walk on the stage. Sure enough, there are two seats set up where the usual one is for whoever is being told good news, or bad news. “Yeah, this will make it much easier.”

“How are you two?” Toshinori asks, and you snort. “Very nervous.”

“I second that,” Hitoshi says, and the judges laugh. “Well, that’s good. When you’re nervous about something it means you care about it, so that’s a good answer,” Aizawa says, a small grin on his face. Weird. He never smiles. “So, do y’all think you made it through?” Hawks asks, and the two of you look at each other before Hitoshi shrugs. “We honestly don’t know.”

“Yeah, everyone did really well today. We can only hope we did.”

“Another good answer,” Aizawa says, and the two of you grin. Getting praise from Shouta Aizawa is a wonderful feeling. “Well, I suppose we can just rip the band aid off. You two have been waiting for quite some time,” Midnight says, and Toshinori nods. “So, as you know, only twenty people are able to advance to the next round.”

You both nod.

“And you both did very well today.”

You both say thank you.

“And so far, we’ve only accepted eighteen people in the top twenty.”

Your heart starts beating faster.

“Which means there are two spots left.”

Hitoshi grabs your hand.

“And those two spots, belong to you two. Congratulations, it’s up to the world to see how far you’ll progress in the competition now.”

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Song list:

Kirishima | Locked Out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

Mina | Positions - Ariana Grande

Denki | No Control - One Direction

Midoriya | Dance Monkey - Tones and I

Uraraka | New Rules - Dua Lipa

Bakugou | Sugar, We’re Goin Down - Fall Out Boy

Sero | Caramelo - Ozuna

Todoroki | Willow - Taylor Swift

Shinsou | Riptide - Vance Joy

(Y/n) | My Consequence - Hey Violet

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arckook · 6 years

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oh no - six

one - two - three

pairing: jung jaehyun x reader

au: high school

warnings: none

word count: 3.6k

description: you accidentally snapchat the gorgeous Jung Jaehyun instead of your drunk friend, and now things are a little more complicated than you’d have liked.

Friday rolls around quicker than you expect it to, and while in class, you and Jaehyun decide it'd be better to work on the project at one of your houses rather than the library, so you can have access to lots of art supplies for the poster you're supposed to make. Jaehyun has a club meeting after school, and you have to drop your sister off at cheer practice at four, so you decide to meet at his place at around five. He warns you his mom will be home, and that she's a little bit overbearing, but you are basically a mom charmer (all your friends' moms love you), so you just laugh that off.

Naeun jumps out of the car before you even come to a complete stop, shouting obscenities at you about being late that your mother would basically pass out hearing come from her younger child's mouth. You do feel bad that you had gotten your sister to practice nearly half an hour after it started, but Joy (and the other girls in the background) had called you and insisted you relay everything that happened at Jaehyun's house to her via text every ten minutes. You'd had to argue to get to the ten minute mark for a while, because she wanted five minutes plus a call every half hour. And so you'd ended up leaving the house late.

And now it's four thirty, and you need to be on your way to Jaehyun's, since he lives across town.

Your ringtone goes off throughout the speakers of the car as you make a U-turn and leave the cheer building's parking lot, and you absentmindedly tap the answer button without looking to see who it is.

"Y/N!" Johnny sing-songs through the receiver. "My lovely child!" "Excuse me?" you raise a brow, briefly looking at your phone to make sure it's actually Johnny, and then to put Jaehyun's address in maps. Yeah, you've lived around here your whole life, but you still don't really know the streets and how to get to specific places without help. "I'm calling because you told me you'd come to the party tonight," Johnny says, carrying a lilting tone in his voice. "I definitely didn't say that I was coming to a party," you shake your head, chuckling. "You literally just told me you wanted to hang out tonight. No mention of a party." Johnny' quiet for a moment. "...Okay. But you're still coming over!" he pipes, obviously trying to breeze over your brazen response. "I can't, actually. I have to work on a project." you turn left at Siri's suggestion, the route time reading that it was only a five minute drive. So you would end up getting there early. Hopefully not before Jaehyun himself. "A project? What? Why would you do that instead of hanging out with me?" Johnny says disbelievingly. You can practically see the shocked expression on his face. "Because it's due on Monday, and my partner and I still have a lot of work to do." Johnny seems to consider this briefly, but his next words make you groan out loud. "Okay, but how about this: Taeyong is going to be at the party! Huh? Amazing, right?"

"That doesn't do much to convince me, Johnny." you reply honestly. Taeyong is handsome and all, but you still haven't replied to his text, and unless Jaehyun flat out rejects you in some way today, you don't really have a desire to see him. "Well, I told him you'd be here and that's why he's coming, so you should really come." Johnny starts to sound desperate. "Come on, Y/N! Just half-ass the project in like two hours and then come over! I'll let you sleep in my bed again!" "I'm not sleeping over at your house anymore," you roll your eyes, taking a right turn into Jaehyun's (supposed) neighborhood. "I'll let you know, okay?" "Fine," Johnny says, sounding dejected. "Ttyl." "Ttyl." you reply, and he hangs up.

You ring Jaehyun's doorbell at four forty-five, and are really hoping that he's home. He did say his meeting was after school, and usually they're not too much longer than an hour or two by your experience, so he should be... You're just nervous that you'll be alone in his house. When you've literally never been in it before.

The door swings open to reveal a tall, lithe woman with short dark hair and kind, lifted eyes that resemble Jaehyun's. She smiles and they curve up just like his do.

"You must be Y/N! Come on in, sweetheart, Jae told me you'd be coming by tonight!" she ushers you into the house, and you take your shoes off quickly before smiling back and following her into what you assume is the kitchen. "I'm Jae's mom, call me Younghee." "Y/N," you say, smiling kindly at her as she sits you down at the kitchen table, scurrying around the kitchen. You take a look around as she talks. "I'll grab you some water, dear– you know, Jae's said a lot about you, he always talks about how he'd be failing history if it weren't for your help!" Younghee shoots you a grateful smile as she sets a glass of water down in front of you and takes the seat to your left.

"Oh?" you ask, cocking your head. You didn't think you did too much tutoring regarding Jaehyun in history. "Yes!" Younghee pipes. "He told me you really help him focus, and that he was really glad your teacher never changed your seats so that he could sit next to you. Why, I'm not surprised, considering how lovely you are!" Your eyes widen, awkwardly chuckling at the comment. "Oh, thanks," you say, taking a sip of the water. "He's upstairs showering right now, by the way. He was hoping you'd be a bit late rather than early, but I'm glad you're ahead of the clock! It's a good trait, I think." she reaches over and pats your head affectionately, and you smile again, moreso just to seem polite. Yeah, you can see how Jaehyun would call his mom 'overbearing'. It's not bothering you too much, though. "It's no problem, I don't mind waiting," you say, glancing around at the kitchen area.

It's connected to the living room, the only separation the split between tile and wooden floors. The walls are painted a calm yellow, and there's dozens of pictures of Jaehyun hung on them. The decoration around the space was crowded, mostly unorganized, and you figure that's because of Younghee's clear scatter-brained tendencies, but it looks like a home, lived in, and you find that you like it a lot.

"Mom?"

You and Younghee both look behind you, only to see Jaehyun standing at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. He lets out a surprised yelp when he catches your eye and hops around the edge of the staircase so as to hide himself. You snap back to the cup of water in front of you, knowing a furious blush must be spreading across your cheeks– that body, that wet hair... God, was he gorgeous–

"Yes?" Younghee replies calmly, as though both you and her son hadn't just gone through massive embarrassment. Jaehyun's voice comes out meeker than you've heard. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to get Y/N some tea ready, but, uh, I guess she's here, so... I'm just going to get changed now."

You hear quick and loud footsteps, and you guess that Jaehyun has scurried off to put on some actual clothes. Damn. Well, only kind of damn, because while you'd love to ogle his figure, you'd never get anything done that way.

"Do you like tea, sweetheart?" Younghee asks, placing her hand over yours that are wrapped around the water glass. "I can fix you some now, if you'd like?" "Oh, no, water's fine," you say, smiling and nodding, hoping the heat in your cheeks has died down. Younghee looks about to reply when a loud ding goes off from your pocket. You bite your lip, looking down at it. "Go ahead, dear, I don't mind if you text at the table," Younghee assures you, patting your hand before lifting it off. You nod, pulling your phone out and unlocking it to see a message in the groupchat.

Updates??? Are you there yet???

You sigh. Joy. Of course.

yes i am and nothings really happened, just hanging with jaehyuns mom

You choose to omit that you've seen him half naked fresh out of the shower. You'll keep that little detail to yourself.

Okay. Remember, ten minutes.

Yes, you'd remember. You roll your eyes and pocket your phone, only to hear those same loud footsteps forming a rhythm behind you. You turn over your shoulder and find Jaehyun, dressed in a red hoodie, ripped jeans, and the same wet hair taking the last step of the stairs, and then casually strolling towards you and his mom. He shoots you a somewhat bashful smile, running his hand through his hair to push it away from his face. Yeah, you nearly pass out on the spot from that visual, but manage to contain yourself and just smile back.

"I see why you like Y/N so much, son! She's really such a doll," Younghee chirps as she stands from her place at the table. You do the same, watching Jaehyun's reaction to his mom's words. He chuckles, tongue running over his lip as he looks at the ground. "Ah, yeah, she's cool." You don't say anything, just interlock your fingers in front of you, swaying gently from side to side as you wait for Jaehyun to offer a place to go to work on the project. "So," Younghee says. "You two can stay in here, or there's the upstairs sitting room, or your room if you keep the door open, Jae. I promise mom won't bother you too much!" she reaches over and ruffles Jaehyun's hair, and he shrinks away. "Mom," he whines, and you giggle to yourself. "Where to?" he asks, turning towards you. You shrug. "Your house, you decide, I guess." Jaehyun seems to think on it, before nodding to himself. "All my school stuff is in my room, if you don't mind being up there."

Well, you highkey do mind, because holy shit you're going into your crush's room and that's a huge thing to be doing your first time in his house. But he seems cool with it. So you will pretend to be as well.

"Sure," you say, shrugging again. "Great," says Jaehyun, then extends his arm and grins. "Right this way."

Jaehyun's room is... pretty much exactly what you'd expect from an eighteen year old boy. Kinda messy, although you imagine he'd tried to clean up in case you did come in here. Basketball trophies lined up on a bookshelf that had no books on it, various other sports awards and ribbons strewn along the walls and his dresser. His backpack is atop the bed, which is made, and all the notes he must have taken during class the past few days are lying on the rug by it.

"You can put your stuff down anywhere," Jaehyun says, and you realize you've sort of just been standing there, looking around, without actually saying anything. "Right," you say, a nervous smile on your face as you drop your backpack on the ground and settle down next to it. Jaehyun raises his brows as he sits on the bed, reaching into his bag. "You can sit on the chair, you know," he chuckles as he points to the desk and rolling chair on the other side of the room, but you just shrug. "Well, the poster will only fit on the floor, so." "Oh, right!" Jaehyun stands, reaching over behind his bed to pull out one of those tri-folding cardboard posters that fifth graders use for science fairs. "How's this for the poster?" You chuckle. "It's perfect." He sends you a cheeky thumbs up, and then settles down beside you on the floor, organizing the space to make room for everything. "So, I was thinking that we could put the title here, and then the rubric says to have at least five sources cited somewhere on the poster, so we should put that at the bottom..."

Jaehyun talks, but all you can think about is how you don't mind this. Just being here with him, despite it only being as partners for a project. It's okay if he never asks you out– because it's Jaehyun, and as long as you can see him once in a while, talk and laugh and study together, everything's good.

"Y/N?"

You snap your eyes up at the sound of your name. "Hm?" Jaehyun breaks into a smile as he catches your gaze. "Were you zoning out?" You let out a bashful laugh, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as you look back down at the poster and all your work. "Yeah, sorry. So I'll start the title part?"

You haven't really been faithful to your promise of updating the girls every ten minutes. It's been two and a half hours, and you've texted Joy three times total, all of which said something along the lines of, everythings normal. dw. And nothing else.

You and Jaehyun are nearly done with the project. Realistically, you could have finished an hour ago, if you'd been efficient with your time, but you'd gotten off track multiple times. Once, he made a reference to Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, and seeing as that was your favorite 80's movie, you had to discuss the intricacies of it for at least twenty minutes. Then, his mom had asked if you were hungry, and although you said no, she brought you a plate of snacks and insisted that you come downstairs and eat them. You explained your entire college plan to her as small talk. That took a while, too.

But here you are now, flipping the poster over as Jaehyun digs in his art supply box from ten years ago (or so he says) for some sharpies to sign your names and hour on the back as your teacher requested.

"Got one! Do you think red will show up?" Jaehyun asks, turning over his shoulder, holding up a miniature sized red sharpie. You laugh. "How can you be a senior in high school and only have a mini red sharpie?" Jaehyun rolls his eyes. "That wasn't a good answer to my question. Honestly, do you think it'll show up? Because if not, I gotta go downstairs and look in my dad's office–"

And there goes your ringtone, blaring out loud as usual, because you never turn off the ringer on your phone. For some reason.

You scramble to grab your phone which you'd thrown on Jaehyun's bed at some point, looking at him to make sure it was okay to answer before you did so. He shrugged with a half smile, so you swiped to answer the call, not really looking at the id. It had to be either Joy or your mom, anyway.

"Y/N? Are you there?"

Oh. Great.

"Taeyong?" you ask, sitting down on the floor and avoiding Jaehyun's eyes. You felt his gaze snap onto you as soon as you said the name out loud, and it burns while the person in question talks. "Yeah, it's me," Taeyong says, a smile evident in his voice. "Johnny said you might be coming tonight. I was wondering if you'd be over soon, since it's like... seven thirty-ish." You tongue the inside of your cheek. "Um... I mean, I would, but I'm kind of busy right now..." "Ah, shame," Taeyong chuckles, and you can picture him shrugging. "I was hoping I'd see you again?"

You know the question isn't just in reference to tonight. He's asking if you want to go out with him, in general. If sometime soon, you want to go on a date.

You almost look up to find Jaehyun, like you need to ask his permission. But he's not your anything, he's just a friend, and he's already made it clear that he doesn't care whether you do or don't have an interest in Taeyong.

"Uh, yeah," you say, fingers tapping. "I'll let you know when I'm free."

The words feel wrong as you say them.

"Great!" Taeyong says, his voice much brighter than when he'd been asking. "Talk to you soon, then?" "Yeah," you reply. "Bye," says Taeyong. "Bye," you say, and hit end call.

You bite your lip as you set your phone down, and finally look at Jaehyun, extending your hand.

"Sorry about that. I'm sure red will show up fine." He stares at you, expression unreadable, before he runs his tongue over his lower lip and speaks. "Are you going out with that guy? Taeyong?" You're surprised, and you're sure your face must show it. "...He's not my boyfriend, if that's what you're asking," you say cautiously, sitting back on your heels and dropping your arm. "But are you going to go out with him? Like, on a date?"

You brush your hair behind your ear, eyes flicking between the poster and just to the left of Jaehyun, not really wanting to look directly at him. You don't know why, but his tone makes you feel like you're answering wrong if you say yes.

"I mean... yeah, probably."

You catch Jaehyun's eye by accident just then, and his whole form seems to constrict, tighten, like that response was stressful or something. He stares at you, brows drawing ever so slightly together, before a single word escapes his lips.

"Don't."

Your eyes widen, your own body tensing as you look at him. Your mouth drops slightly open, gears in your head turning as you try to make sense of what he's just said.

"What do you mean, 'don't'?" you ask, your voice weak. Jaehyun looks down, breaking the blistering eye contact between you two. "I mean, don't go out with him." "Why not?" you ask before you can keep the words from slipping out. Jaehyun sighs, a subtle annoyance spreading across his features. "Isn't it obvious, Y/N?" you don't reply, and he looks up again, eyes meeting yours. "I like you. I liked you back in freshman year when we sat at the same table in math, and I thought it went away since we never talked after that, but then we had the project at the beginning of this year, and..." he trails off, looking down once again and shaking his head. "I'm sorry. Obviously you kissed that guy and– it's stupid, I'm sorry."

He's sitting there in front of you, avoiding your eyes, avoiding your presence, and you have no words.

You've liked Jung Jaehyun for ages, and he likes you too.

"Jaehyun," you start, a smile spreading across your face. You're itching with excitement. "No, don't say it's okay," he says, shaking his head violently. "I know I just ruined our friendship, you don't have to pretend or anything," "Jaehyun, don't be an idiot," you say, a big, bright smile now taking up your whole expression. His head snaps up, a frown lacing his features as he takes in your smile. "What–" he begins, but all you can do is cut him off. "Clearly I like you too," you say, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. You know your face must be red, but you don't care. "I told you, I only kissed Taeyong because we were playing spin the bottle and I didn't want everyone to make fun of me for not doing it."

Jaehyun looks appalled. Shocked. Shook, you might even say.

"What?" he asks, eyes wide. "But then– why did you agree to go out with him?" You laugh again, hands pressing to your hot cheeks. "Because it seemed like you didn't care that day in the library! Ah, how stupid have I been! I can't believe this!" "Wait, so you're saying– so you're saying this is a mutual thing?" Jaehyun asks, and you can see the way his face begins to light up as you nod quickly. "You also like me?" "Yes!" you exclaim, laughing still. You feel bright, you feel warm. "Yes!" Jaehyun exclaims back, hopping onto his feet and striding over to you before pulling you up by the hands, lacing his fingers with yours. "This isn't a dream, right?" he asks, that gorgeous, sunshine smile that you adore so much across his face. You shake your head, although it feels like one to you, too. "No dream," you say, reaching up with one hand and pinching his cheek. Jaehyun laughs, his bubbly, sweet, contagious laugh. "Perfect," he says, lifting the hand that you let go of and brushing your hair back out of your face. "Is it weird if I kiss you right now?" You giggle, shaking your head, and Jaehyun laughs again, under his breath as he rests his forehead against yours. "You're not weird, Jung Jaehyun." you say, looping your free arm around his neck to draw him closer. "Perfect," he repeats, and his lips are on yours.

Y/N! It's been an hour!!! Updates????

everything is good. make sure to thank johnny for his drunk rants for me

a/n: while reading this over to edit, i realized that i seriously never spell ‘embarrass’ correctly

#nct x reader #jung jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun scenarios #taeyong x reader #nct fanfic #fic #oh no

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argylemikewheeler · 6 years

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Any chances of a Will, first day of high school, getting in the building with the party and meeting this kid who's on his second year and has a edgy badboy vibe going on (but still looking cool) and yeah, feelings are a thing? And they lowkey (or highkey, idc) flirting in front of everyone with Mike and Lucas being over protective and hating the older boy?

One hundred and thirty one. One-Three-One. The number was simple enough; Will’s locker shouldn’t have been the hardest part of his first day. Will scanned the long hallway extending from the foyer, all the gray lockers identical to the ones surrounding them. He tried to find familiar faces, but he was on his own. Will had a last name with a “B” and somehow was already in the hundreds. Dustin and Lucas were in completely different hallways and Mike was nearly on the other end of the building.

Will found one hundred and twenty-nine, the next odd number being his own locker– at least he thought so. He had no way to check with the boy leaning up against his locker. He was talking to the girl at one hundred and thirty-three, Will shrinking as they both laughed warmly and loudly.

“Excuse me, you’re on my locker.” Will tapped the boy’s shoulder lightly. Will stepped back as he turned, the boy having to look down at Will’s short frame.

“Oh, sorry, sweetness.” He said, straightening his posture. He ran a hand through his hair, the long black strands carding through his fingers. Will pretended to be looking somewhere other than his face– his dark eyes, pink lips, scattered freckles– and focused on the cigarette perched behind his ear. The boy’s hand drug through his hair and found the cigarette, readjusting it with thin fingers. It was perfectly fine where it was, but the boy’s hands seemed to enjoy being in Will’s line of sight.

“I–I’m Will.” The words hadn’t meant to slip out. What did it mean to introduce himself to this boy? The boy didn’t care. Will was a nervous freshman disturbing his conversation.

“Hi, Will. I’m Travis.” He grinned at Will, his smile lopsided but sincere. His voice was deeper than Will’s, obviously older (and intimidatingly taller) than Will. “It’s an absolute pleasure.”

Will laughed nervously, trying to echo Travis and his friend. He failed and instead sounded like he was a moment from crying– which wasn’t entirely false. He had no idea where Mike’s locker was or where Lucas was and he was still just trying to get into his locker. He was going to be late to his first class of his first day of high school. They’d probably laugh at him all the way home.

“You’re still on my locker…” Will said quietly, pointing to his destination still hidden behind Travis’s back.

“What’s the password.” He asked, still smiling at Will. The girl at one-thirty-three seemed to laugh at Travis’s question before closing her own locker and walking away. Travis stayed where he was, looking at Will with lifted eyebrows.

“I don’t know.” Will muttered, fidgeting with his backpack straps. He waited for Travis to laugh at him, to swing an arm out and push him to the ground. He was smiling at Will and typically that didn’t mean anything good unless it was coming from his friends. “Please?”

“I’m sorry. The answer is, ‘no, I’m not doing anything on Friday night’.” Travis said.

“I’m not doing anything on Friday night?” Will repeated, confused by the sentence. Travis stepped aside in a smooth motion, waving his arm out to displaying the locker.

“Great, neither am I. Might I request an outing to a football game?” He stayed next to Will, leaning against the girl’s locker and leaning towards Will.

“What?” Will asked. He was about to look upset, disgusted with the boy’s new teasing tactic, but was shocked to see lifted eyebrows and another warm smile on his lips. “Me?” Will had heard about this before. He had heard about flirting in distance and in practice, but never had it happened to him.

“Yes, you, Will.” He laughed and Will thought his blushing would turn the joke to be on him, but Travis seemed to take Will’s awkwardness in stride. He placed a hand on Will’s shoulder, quickly and delicately, saying quietly to him, “It’s okay. I’m like you too.”

“Like me?” Will swallowed, pointing a delicate finger at himself.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’m not pulling your leg, William.” He bowed his head at Will slowly. Will could feel his heart fluttering in his chest and his lungs tightening as he attempted to laugh again. “There is more than one of us in Hawkins.” He was flirting. He was definitely flirting with Will. Oh shit. He hadn’t studied for this over break.

“Hey, Will! There you are!” Mike called down the hallway, yanking Will’s attention from the boy’s knowing smile. “It’s like a ten minute walk from my locker. I almost got lost.”

“Sorry.” Will said offhandedly, not sure what to say to blend the two conversation together. He was apologizing to Mike for his placement in the alphabet and apologizing to Travis for being as a green a freshman as they came.

“Why are you apologizing?” Mike asked, walking up and placing his arm around Will’s shoulders. “Not your fault.” Will looked at Mike’s hand hanging over his shoulder, behind it Will could see Travis’s grin, now admiring Mike with its glow.

“How do we know them, Will?” He asked with a laugh. “A boyfriend?”

“No.” Will said, shaking his head– and trying not to hit Mike’s as it whipped towards Travis. “This is my best friend, Mike. Mike, this is Travis.”

“Hi.” Travis winked and outstretched a hand to Mike.

“Hi.” Mike said slowly, taking Travis’s hand. “Will, do you know him?”

“We met a minute ago.” Will answered, piling books in his locker. He still had somewhere to be. “Asked me to a football game.”

“What?” Mike asked, leaning forward to try and catch Will’s expression as he moved his things around. “Football game? You hate football.”

“You do?” Travis said, still listening. “Then, gosh Will, we’ll do something else.”

“It’s fine.” Will said, smiling at Travis. He turned back to his locker and met Mike’s eyes, clenching his jaw and trying to get him to drop the subject. Baseball with Lonnie was going to be much different than a possible half-way date with a boy. Will wasn’t even sure the boy would remember him by Friday. He was probably just blowing smoke, but it felt nice to be flattered.

“Are you sure?” Mike was almost trying to protect Will from his own intentions.

“Really, I think it will be fun! Jonathan will probably be there–”

“Wait, you’re Byers, right?” Travis cut in, suddenly surprised. “Jonathan’s kid brother.”

“He prefers to go by Will.” Mike sneered, crossing his arms.

“Mike.” Will hissed, slapping his arm. “Yeah, that’s me. Why.”

“I read about you in the papers.” He said, pointing at Will as his expression relaxed with realization. “That’s why you look so familiar.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Mike cut in, although Travis hadn’t admitted how he knew Will. It didn’t take a genius though; Zombie Boy was pretty famous across the entire city. “Oh hey, look! Lucas!” Mike waved their friend over with a frantic hand and a tense face. Travis cocked his head as he looked at him, laughing shortly through his nose as Mike pulled Lucas over by the collar of his shirt. “This is Lucas. Will’s other friend.”

“I can have more than one.” Will said, looking at Mike with furrowed eyebrows. “Besides, I just met Travis.” He hissed, widening his eyes at Mike, trying to communicate without words. Lucas looked between them with confusion.

“Who’s Travis?”

“Me.” He lifted a hand before extending it to Lucas. “I’m still filling out the application, but I’m trying to be Will’s friend.”

“He’s taking Will to a football game.” Mike said, intensifying his tone for a reason Will wasn’t even sure he understood.

“Will hates sports.” Lucas said to Mike. “You hate sports.”

“Then I’ll take you somewhere else, Will.” Travis continued to ignore the complaints of Will’s friends and spoke only to Will to discuss the issue. He was letting Will deny the rejection cleanly and without any shame or awkwardness. “I mean, I’m probably not into the same stuff as you, but we can figure something out.”

“What’s that mean?” Lucas asked, leaning back to take in Travis. He noted the boy’s ripped leather jacket and cigarette with a click of the tongue.

“Science.” Travis said, finally acknowledging them. “Will’s always in the papers for science stuff. Jonathan is always developing pictures from science fairs too. My friend, the locker next to you, uses the darkroom all the time.”

“That’s how you know me?” Will asked, turning his whole body away from Mike and Lucas. Travis actually somehow meant to run into Will– or if not was very pleased by their crossing paths. Will thought he was being disingenuous and looking to smear Zombie Boy’s new legacy across the pavement behind the football stadium, maybe chipping a tooth too.

“Yeah. How else would I?” He laughed, looking at Will curiously. “You in the papers much, William? Front pagin’ your first day of high school?”

“This kinda counts.” Will muttered, feeling the blush spread over his cheeks as Travis grinned, winking at Will.

“No one calls him William.” Lucas interrupted. “It’s Will.”

“Guys!” Will cried. “Shut up and let’s get to class.”

“Gladly. Let’s go.” Mike said, grabbing Will’s arm to begin pulling him away from Travis.

“Sorry.” Will said quietly to Travis, who was ripping a corner page of Will’s notebook off. “See you around.” He ignored Will’s goodbye and pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled on it. Will could only hold his ground against Mike’s grip for so long. He was hoping for something other than a complete shutout. “Bye-”

Travis reached out to Will, the paper in his fingertips. “Here. Call after six.” He winked again.

“Great. Thanks.” Mike took the paper before dragging Will down the hallway, twisting him around so he faced away from Travis. “Ugh that guy was so annoying.”

“He was not.” Will insisted. “He was nice to me.”

“Were we talking to the same guy?” Lucas laughed, waving his arms out. “That guy was a dick!”

“He said like, twenty words total to us.” Will said, tugging his arm out of Mike’s grip. “He was sweet.” And cute.

“Nope. Twenty words too many. I don’t trust him.”

“And why’s that?” Will asked.

“He asked you to a football game.” Lucas cried. “That’s like, a date.”

“I am accepting dates from men.” Will said flatly. “That’s not rude.”

“But he doesn’t know you!” Mike argued. “Why would he ask!”

“Because I’m nice?” Will wasn’t sure the exact criteria to get a date, but Will was the last one of the group to get one. There wasn’t something wrong with him, was there?

“NO!” Mike cried. “He’s up to something.”

“I really think you guys are being ridiculous.”

“You’ll thank us later.” Lucas said, shoving Will forward and into their history class. “Disaster avoided.”

Will huffed and shouldered the boys’ grips off of his shoulders. Will didn’t want to believe that his friends were right; it was a strong possibility, but he liked living with the thought that he had made a friend within moments of walking in the door of high school. That he had met someone who knew him from his favorite hobbies, not from an article and horrible nickname that ruined his previous year of schooling. Travis seemed to be genuine and kind, showing the kind of instant pull that Will had seen with Eleven and Mike, with Lucas and Max. It seemed fair to Will; he was allowed to have crushes too.

Will sat down in the front row, Mike taking the seat to his left and Lucas to his right. They sandwiched him, still muttering about how lucky he was that they were there to save him. Will rolled his eyes and opened his notebook, the first page torn and its missing piece still gripped in Mike’s hand. He’d have no luck getting it back unless he pried Mike’s fingers open. Will ran his fingers over the torn paper, wishing he had seen some of the numbers before Mike intervened.

“Excuse me, boys.” Will’s head shot up, his hands covering the missing corner, as if the numbers were still there. Will gulped down his sheepish smile and creeping blush. “Is that seat behind William taken?”

“N–No.” Will said, turning to wave a hand out. “It’s all yours.”

“Excellent.” Travis smiled, slipping between them and sitting in the desk behind Will. “I’ve got the perfect seat.”

On either side of Will, he could hear grumbling, groaning, and the ever so subtle sound of paper crumpling in Mike’s hand. He could feel the heat of their glares passing him and landing on Travis– although the heat might have just been from the flush crawling up his face. His friends were boiling as Travis resting his feet on the back of Will’s chair, hand touching Will’s shoulder as he asked if it bothered him. The hand retracted, dragging over Will’s shirt and past his collar as it rested back on his desk. Travis was silent as Mike and Lucas began leaning back into Will.

“What a creep!” Mike insisted. “Stop letting him flirt with you!” Will rolled his eyes at the idea and reached back to scratch his neck. Lucas agreed with Mike, Will ignored them both, trying to flatten his shirt tag.

“Honestly, Will. From what I’ve heard everyone say about high school, you can’t trust anyone the first week.” Lucas said sternly. “I mean, remember what Mr. Clarke told us happened to him?” Will didn’t, but he nodded his head to silence them.

He grabbed at his shirt tag, the usually stiff material folding in his fingers with ease. It crumpled, like paper. Will hid Travis’s note tightly in his hand, sliding it down to his lap without the other boys noticing. Mike repeated that they didn’t know him, therefore could not trust him. Will knew Mike was right, at least in some way, but after six that night, Will would know Travis a little bit more. He’d call him and they’d talk and laugh and Will would hide in his kitchen with the phone so no one heard him talking to a new boy on the phone and he’d feel normal. He’d have a crush and maybe go on a weird first date. He’d learn to flirt. He’d let high school change him; he always wanted to like football anyway.

Part 2

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#will byers #will byers being gay and that's it #stranger things writing #prompts #mike and will friendship #there's another prompt where mike is actually jealous coming up so don't worr #worry*

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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Not So Bad // Kim Taehyung

the prompts: you could do a taehyung fluffy/comedy scenario, please? i was thinking something like he goes to the hospital dressed like a clown and the girl get afraid of him and he’ll try to show her that clowns aren’t that bad (the girl will be older sister of one of the patients)

words: 1288

category: fluff

author note: this is a really unique and cute request but clowns are still highkey scary. I made a few small changes I hope you don’t mind; also for the sake of the story your little sister’s name is Tina bc it’s a cute name okay?

- destinee

Ever since she was born, Tina had loved the circus. You blamed your little sister’s fascination on the circus printed border that lined her colorful nursery. Camels, elephants, and clowns bordered her walls, poisoning her mind with the belief that circus’ were fun.

You were creeped out by the circus, honestly. There was nothing normal about that place, and you were fine with it being far, far away from you.

Tina, however, wasn’t. So you often had to go to a local circus for her birthday party every year. You nearly peed your pants multiple times seeing the clowns dancing around your family. Your sister would squeal in delight at the sight of their painted faces.

You, on the other hand, were frightened by the fact that you couldn’t see the person’s face. Who knew what was under that makeup? What if he was a serial killer? What if he was a kidnapper?

Clowns couldn’t be trusted.

Tina eventually went into gymnastics, striving to become an acrobat. You struggled to support her, especially when your parents sent her off to circus camp.

Especially when she broke her arm falling off the training trapeze and you were forced to go see her, along with your mother.

You were practically clinging to your mother’s arm as the two of you walked through the camp.

“Don’t be such a baby,” your mother whispered. “Your sister is eight years old and she’s not afraid of clowns.”

“She was raised around those things!” You hissed, ducking when you made eye contact with a clown. “I grew up watching horror movies with my friends! I know what clowns do to little children!”

Your mother only laughed at your woe. “We’re just going to get the directions to the hospital Tina is in and then we’ll be far away from any clowns.”

“Okay.”

The latex smell of the hospital greeted you and your mother as the two of you entered. While your mother got the room number, she talked to the receptionist. “I hope Tina’s been okay. I know she might be scared being alone, but we live six hours away, so even without no breaks we couldn’t be here quickly,” your mother said.

The receptionist sympathized. “Don’t worry! One of the counselors from her camp has been keeping her company.”

“That’s great!” Your mother cheered. “Isn’t that great, Y/n?”

“Wonderful,” you droned. You were only praying that the counselor was normal.

You were quickly proved wrong the moment you entered your sister’s room.

A tall clown stood above her bed, talking to her in a deep, happy voice.

This is it, you thought. This is where I die.

“Hello!” Your mother’s cheery voice got the attention of the clown. His brown hair was covered in a bright red bowler hat. White paint covered his face, and an abnormal pink smile was drawn over his mouth.

You couldn’t see his actual lips, and his eyes were shaded by the brim of his hat.

Terrified wouldn’t begin to describe how you felt.

You turned around, prepared to leave the hospital room, but your mother stopped you with a steel grip on your elbow and a fake smile on her face. You shriveled back, hiding behind her small frame.

“Who is this?” Your mom reached a hand out with a smile.

The clown shook her hand with an over-exaggerated bow. “I’m V.”

He held up a peace sign and sent you and your mother a boxy smile.

“V for vendetta,” you whispered harshly to your mother. “Vendetta as in a plan to murder.”

“Shut up,” she hissed. Then she turned back to “V” with a smile on her face. “Are you Tina’s counselor?”

“He is!” Tina finally spoke, feeling ignored for too long. “V is my favorite clown!”

“It’s always the favorites,” you muttered under your breath, keeping a long distance between you and the clown. “That’s how they get you.”

Your mother huffed and literally shoved you in front of her. “This is Y/n. She’s dramatic.”

Your eyes widened, as you were nearly shoved in the clown’s chest.

Humor was just a way to hide the horrible fear you had for clowns. Now that he was literally inches away from you, you felt your lungs closing up in anxiety.

You couldn’t see his eyes; all you could see was the seemingly sadistic smile on his painted face.

“I-I have to go,” you stuttered, backing up and clumsily exiting the room.

You didn’t really know where you were going. How do you hide from an evil clown who has already seen your face?

You opted for the food court, as an entire day of traveling had made you hungry for more than simple convenience store snacks.

After ordering a simple salad, you sat down and struggled to calm your breathing. You sent your mother a text, informing her that you would return as soon as the clown was gone.

You focused on your food for the next thirty minutes, eating slowly. After a few bites, you were able to think logically again, and admit to yourself that the clown probably wasn’t going to kill you.

“Can I sit here?”

You turned your gaze upwards and nearly chocked on your garden salad. The boy in front of you was tall, nearly towering over your table with his large frame. His eyes were wide and shining. The beautiful golden brown color nearly distracted you from answering his question, which came out in an embarrassed nod.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he said, placing his sandwich in front of him. “ I forget sometimes that people are afraid of clowns. Working at a circus camp gives you the belief that everyone is going to be as excited as the kids are to see me.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re V?”

He let out a nervous giggle, his mouth forming into that familiar boxy shape. Only now you could see his eyes, so his smile looked less sinister and more friendly. “That’s my stage name. My real name is Taehyung, and I work at the circus camp during the summer to help pay off student loans.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your salad, suddenly not feeling very hungry. “I thought you were going to murder my family.”

Taehyung chuckled. “No, I’m not a murderer. I’m just a college student who found a good paying job.”

“What are you majoring in?” You asked, feeling bolder now that he had his make up off.

“Mechanical engineering,” he answered with an excited tone in his voice. “What about you? Are you in college?”

“I’m going to nursing school in the fall,” you answered.

Taehyung smiled, “So what would you do if you were taking care of a kid and a clown came to visit?”

“I would probably run,” you answered honestly. “Maybe kick the clown on my way out.”

Taehyung laughed. “I hope you won’t kick me.”

“As long as you’re not wearing your makeup,” you said, “You’ll be safe.”

Taehyung bit his lip to stop from smiling, “You’re really cute, you know?”

Your cheeks grew warm and you looked away. “Don’t flirt with me. You’re still a clown.”

“You wouldn’t go out on a date with a clown?”

“No,” you answered seriously.

He pouted, and you almost took back your answer before he said, “Would you go out with a boy who only dressed as a clown during the summer?”

“Depends.” You pretended like you were thinking. Inwardly, however, you were freaking out because the handsome boy was flirting with you. “Would you wear your makeup on the date?”

“Absolutely not,” Taehyung answered.

“Okay, then.” You propped your chin up on the palm of your hand. “Where are you taking me?”

~the end~

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roxiera · 7 years

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don’t wait too long // liam dunbar

request: Hi i just found your page could i get a liam imagine where he pretends to hate the reader but really likes her and shes really sweet but sassy when he tries to be the bigger person and she gets asked out by brett to go to a party she accepts and hes jealous and you can do the rest (by anon)

a/n: omgyes ! liam ! oK BUT GUYS does the relationship between liam and reader sound highkey jily omf im such harry potter trash wait also guys liam’s new hair looks so weird like wtf fire your hairstylist pls ALSO OMF this is such trash my brain is so done

“What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem? Seriously? Get that fucking tree trunk out of your ass, Dunbar, god knows how long it’s been up there.”

Liam stared bitterly at the Chemistry textbook in front of him as you got up noisily, shoving your chair backwards and gathering your stuff up hastily, storming away.

God fucking damn it.

It wasn’t as if Liam didn’t like you - he had been infatuated with you since 6th grade when you had kicked him in the shins because he had been laughing at one of your friends, for god’s sake - but you just seemed to absolutely hate him.

You weren’t a hateful person, by any means (a/n: lol no i hate everything oops) - you were fairly popular and well-liked by virtually everyone at both Devonford and Beacon Hills High, and Liam was sure that it was just him.

(a/n: whO COULD HATE LIAM MWAHAHAAH WHAT A JOKE)

Then again, he had been acting like complete ass to nearly everyone ever since he had been bitten by Scott, and was obvious that he hadn’t made a great impression on you, considering the fact that he had accidentally shoved you off your chair the very first time the both of you met because he was nervous as absolute fuck, and from then on, you probably remembered him as the uncivilised douchebag who hung out with Kira and Malia.

Liam had tried to be nice afterward, but you simply shut him down with some annoyingly smart-ass retort which left him angry and liking you more every single time.

Liam had it bad.

“Fuck you guys, I’m not going to this stupid party.”

“My party is not stupid, Liam.”

Liam groaned as Kira, Malia and Lydia pulled him into the Martin house, where the party was raging on. Shoving his way through the mass of sweaty bodies, Liam found himself in a ridiculously small corner - one of the few that did not have a couple making out furiously in it - watching as his schoolmates - most from Beacon Hills High, with a few Devenford students mixed in - got utterly wasted.

Just as the pounding music was getting too much for Liam, familiar scents flooded his senses as he made his way to the backyard.

Brett.

(y/n).

Liam found himself struggling to control his canines and claws as he caught sight of you and Brett. Brett’s lanky arm looked wrong draped across your shoulder and you looked happy.

You had never smiled at Liam they way you were smiling at Brett and it hurt.

“What the fuck are you doing, Talbot?” Liam snarled, marching up to Brett, wanting nothing more to punch the smug smile off his face.

“Enjoying myself, Liam. Not that you would know anything about that, with your little problem recently.”

fuckingassholeimgoingtoendhimendhimendhimendhim-

Liam found himself closing his fingers around (y/n)’s wrist and tearing back into the house - away from Brett - forcing his way through disgusting mass of sticky sweat and pulsing sound and painful elbows and into an empty room on the second storey, slamming the door shut with a resounding bang and locked it shut.

“What the actual fuck is your deal, Dunbar? I was having a perfectly good time, and then you come along and ruin everything, like always. Honestly, can you just leave me alone-”

Liam’s lips were on yours and everything seemed to stop and this was what he had been dreaming of for six years.

Then the warmth against his lips were suddenly replaced by cold air and a palm met Liam’s cheek with a loud smack.

ohgodohgodwhydididothatohgodohgoditsovernonono-

You were staring at him, perplexed, arms limp at your sides as you began spluttering indignantly, eyes flooded with a plethora of emotions.

“I like you, okay? And you’re too good for Brett and everyone else but I still like you and I have since we were eleven and-”

Your mouth was on his once again and your fingers found themselves dancing across tanned skin, leaving miniature explosions in Liam’s veins wherever they touched as your bodies moulded together, Liam’s hands roaming your body with a fervent passion, trying to remember your body in all its beautiful glory as his lips began to make their way down your jaw and neck and your shirt was beginning to be tugged off and god, why didn’t Liam tell you sooner?

The both of you pulled apart a few minutes after, chests heaving and heat pulsing from your bodies as you leant against the wall, Liam beside you.

Perhaps this party wasn’t completely stupid after all.

a/n: so shitty but i have to go study for a chi test tmrw omgomg its not even graded why am i so stressed kveibiwbetb

- roxanna

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