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yeongwvnhi · 3 years

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》Troublemaker《

Superpowers AU, College AU, Poly AU

Taglist (send an ask if you want to be added): @twancingyunhoe @biaswreckingfics @donghanies @moonshineboyz @soleilsuhh @trashlord-007

Genre: crack, fluff, angst, suspension, suggestive

Rating: 16+

General Warnings: rituals, lots of fighting, language, injuries, weapons, detailed descriptions of fights and injuries, some mature themes, lots of kissing and teasing

Chapter Specific Warnings: teacher and headmaster being overly rude, cussing

Pairing: The Boyz x fem reader

Synopsis: in a world where superpowers are nothing special and everyone is gifted with some kind of special ability, you and your friends quickly grow tired of it and all the rules. So when one of your friends brings up a certain ritual, with which you can travel into another universe, it sounds like heaven, but you quickly realize it's harder to adapt than you'd like.

Word count: 2.7k

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It's fairly early when you leave your home for college, around 7am something. The air around you is still fairly crisp and cool, but you're not bothered. Others would be shaking if they went outside in just skinny jeans and a simple sweater when it's 0°C outside.

But you? You're not bothered in the slightest as you calmly walk down the street and towards the giant building.

It's metallic cover reflects the sunlight, slightly blinding you in the process. It makes you squint and avert your eyes.

"Y/N!"

Your head turns in the direction of the call and you see your best friend jogging towards you with a bright grin. "Oh, hey."

"Good morning!" He beams, way too enthusiastic for your liking at this hour.

A demonstrative yawn escapes you as you lazily wave at him. "Morn'..." You mumble and wipe the tears out of your eyes which gathered due to your yawn.

"Aren't you gonna give your bestie a hug?" He pouts and his dimples make an appearance. "I'm disappointed."

A chuckle escapes you before you turn towards him completely and give him his desired display of affection.

A happy sigh escapes him as he tightly slings his arms around you. "I'm never letting you go, it's too cold!" He whines when you move to break the hug.

"Wear warmer clothes then, you buffoon." You mumble, struggling to push him away and ultimately just giving up.

"Nahh, why would I do that when I have my personal heater right under my nose?" He teases.

"Shut up and let me go, we have classes soon." You whine and push at his chest again.

He relents with a high pitched laugh as he watches you stumble back, his arms letting go easier than expected and making you lose your balance for a few seconds.

"You fucker" You hiss while taking big, fast steps towards your destination.

"My baby! Don't be mad!" Your friend whines while jogging to match your pace.

"It's not even 8 yet and the two of you are already having a quarrel." A new voice joins the two of you.

Startled by the sudden intervention, you whip your head to pinpoint the source and find another guy of your friend group.

"Sangyeon? Where did you come from?" You ask, eyes moving up to meet his.

"You must have forgotten that I always meet you at this section in the road, tsk." The older one answers and shakes his head.

"Sorryyyy" You say with a chuckle, "but Changmin here decided to be an ass first thing in the morning! It's his fault"

"HUH??" The culprit screeches in surprise, "Excuse me??"

"Be quiet you two, I don't need a headache right before classes."

"Sorryy" Changmin and you chime in unison, "dad." the former adds and snickers, earning himself a glare from Sangyeon.

The three of you continue on the rest of the way in silence and you couldn't be more grateful. Your mind is not yet in the right place for any intellectual conversation.

The enormous college building towers in front of you all as you reach the campus.

"Ohh look, the others are already here!" Changmin happily points out, proceeding to skip towards said friend group.

Sangyeon and you exchange an amused glance before also walking towards them.

"Morning everyone." You wave at the guys and they all greet you back.

"Y/N my love!" Your other best friend exclaims and jumps to hug you, "I'm so glad you're finally here! Please warm me up, I'm freezing!"

The other guys laugh at their youngest friend's antics, you included. Nonetheless you proceed to hug him around his middle and make use of your powers. Your skin immediately heats up to a nice and cozy temperature and the guy hums in relief.

"You're such a baby." You chuckle and pat his broad back affectionately.

"Classes start in about 10 minutes, we can go inside now."

"Oh, look who decided to show up." Sangyeon teases.

"What? Why would I show up half an hour before classes?" Said newcomer replies. "I can take all the time I need, unlike you guys~"

"Stop being arrogant, Hyun." The oldest playfully scolds.

"Now now, don't fight." Jacob intervenes, voice clearly expressing his worry.

"Hold on, what class do we have now?" You suddenly realize and look up to meet Sunwoo's eyes.

"Uhh I'm pretty sure it's chem." He replies, now looking at Younghoon for confirmation.

"Yeah" he nods. "We should go, it's all the way on the top floor of the building."

Sunwoo and you groan in unison, totally not thrilled on having to walk up 10 flights of stairs.

"I actually also have chemistry, but in another course." Jaehyun says, "It's on the same floor though."

The three of you guys look at your friend with hope.

"Urgh, fiiine." He groans, already knowing exactly what you were all going to ask of him.

"Yay!" You beam happily and peel yourself away from Youngjae. "Sorry hun but you gotta get inside quickly to stay warm I guess."

He grumbles something inaudible and you immediately attach yourself to Jaehyun's arm instead and give him a smile. "You're the best, Hyunnie!"

He can't help the amused smile to crawl onto his lips. "I know."

You hear Sunwoo make a gagging sound, prompting you to laugh. "Let's go now."

"Sure, sure." Jaehyun hums and within a second the four of you are up on the top floor.

"Thank you~" You happily chime and stand on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the man's cheek. Then you turn around, link arms with Sunwoo and Younghoon and drag them into your chemistry classroom with a content smile on your face.

Both men exchange a glance at that interaction and internally behead Jaehyun for having his useful ability.

When Sunwoo turns his head to look at the older guy, Jaehyun shows him a priggish smirk and waves before disappearing.

"He really-"

"Good morning you three!" Your teacher greets and Sunwoo immediately stiffens, startled by the voice. "Class starts in 5 minutes, find your seats!"

"Yes ma'am!" The three of you reply and give a quick bow before scurrying to your seats.

"Miss Im is so scary…" Younghoon shudders and you nod.

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Your teacher had given the class an experiment to work on in groups of three. Funnily enough, a student had broken one of the school's bunsen burners, so now your group was without one.

"Great, just great" Miss Im angrily says under her breath.

"Miss" You say and raise your hand. She looks at you and nods. "I can use my power instead for fire-"

"Under no circumstance will you do that!" She immediately shoots down your idea and raises her voice. "What if you set fire to something in here? You could hurt us!"

You don't know what to say, feeling at a loss for words at her sudden outburst. Sunwoo and Younghoon notice your shaking hands and glare at the teacher.

"Did you really have to lash out at her like that? She just suggested it!" Sunwoo angrily replies and stands up from his chair, smacking the table. "We all here have been living with our powers ever since we were 5! We have them under control! Y/N would never hurt someone on purpose!"

Younghoon had hugged you close to calm your anxiety down while everyone just watched and listened to Sunwoo's outburst.

Then it was quiet for a moment, Miss Im too stunned to say anything back and the rest of the class only agreed with him.

Sunwoo was quite literally charged, you could see little lightning bolts dancing all over him.

"Sunwoo…" You quietly say and he looks at you. "It's okay."

He takes a deep breath and shoots the teacher another sharp glare.

She clicks her tongue angrily and just ignores this incident, instead opting to not grade your group on this one.

—

After class ends the three of you quickly make your way downstairs and onto the campus to meet the others. Sunwoo was stubbornly clinging onto your arm with an annoyed pout on his face.

"Hey Sunwoo." you speak up and nudge him so he looks at you. "Thank you for interfering."

He gives you a tight-lipped smile and says "No big deal."

"Thank you too Hoonie." you turn to the older guy and give him an affectionate smile which he returns shyly.

"Oh look, the troublemakers are coming." Someone teases when the three of you proceed on your way towards your friend group.

You turn to glare at the person, your red eyes flaring dangerously and they immediately look away, visibly flustered.

"Hey hey, we already heard you guys got in trouble." Jacob says first when you are within hearing range. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, we're fine." You answer and wave him off, but the way he eyes Sunwoo tells you that's not what he wanted to hear.

"Miss Im went off on Y/N after she offered to use her powers for the experiment because a burner was missing." Younghoon explains and you feel Sunwoo tighten his group on your arm even further. "A- Sunwoo what's gotten into you?" You exclaim to him and prod at his arm to give you some room.

"I'm sorry Noona, I'm just still mad at Miss Im." He mumbles and hides his face on your shoulder.

"Stop being a baby." Juyeon speaks up and pries the younger one from you… well he tries. "Argh, let go already! Chanhee, come help me out!"

"Wha- Hyung what am I supposed to do??" The younger one replies incredulously.

"Just help me get this walking taser off of Y/N!"

You snort at that exclamation and Sunwoo gives Juyeon a pointed look. "Did you really just call me a walking taser?!"

"So what if I did?"

"Unbelievable." Chanhee shakes his head, but an amused smile plays at his lips nonetheless.

Your eyes basically scream 'help me!!' As you look at Youngjae, the youngest out of you all gives you a laugh before nodding. And suddenly Sunwoo's grip on you loosens and you quickly peel yourself away and hide behind the culprit. "Thanks Jae." you snicker against his arm as you peek out to look at a confused Sunwoo.

"Yah!" He literally screams, making all of you flinch besides Changmin. "Youngjae I swear-"

"Enough now, kids!" Sangyeon finally steps in and silences Sunwoo quickly. He pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

You move from behind Youngjae to stand to his left, now in between him and Changmin.

"Ohh guys!" The latter suddenly speaks up with sparkly eyes and everyone looks at him. "How about we have a sleepover at my house this weekend? We're free next week so we can have some fun together!"

Everyone quickly makes eye contact with the others. "Sure!" Haknyeon nods and adjusts his choker. "I'm itching to take this thing off, it's really weird to be as close to normal as it can get here."

You all laugh at that, remembering how he has to wear it due to his powers. His hyperawareness is a very useful power, but also hard to live with, since he gets easily overwhelmed in crowded places. He had someone in his family create that ability dimmer for him so he could live without being constantly overwhelmed.

"You over there!"

All of you turn to see who called, finding it to be your headmaster. "Kim Sunwoo and L/N Y/N, come over here."

You give Youngjae a panicked look and he shoots you one right back. That can't be good.

The two of you slowly walk towards the man, stopping about a meter in front of him. "Do you know why I came to speak with you?"

"No, sir." You shake your head, not daring to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Sunwoo trembling slightly.

"Well, I came here because Miss Im told me about what happened during her chemistry lesson. Shall I remind you, Miss L/N, that it is strictly prohibited to use your powers on campus grounds, unless they're unable to be deactivated?"

"N-No, I know that, sir." You reply quietly. "But we were missing a burner, so I thought-"

"You thought what? That it would be a good idea to use your powers instead and to risk hurting your classmates? Hm?"

"I'm so-sorry. It won't happen again, sir"

"And now on to you, Mister Kim." The headmaster turns to Sunwoo instead and you try to calm your racing heart and keep your anxious tears at bay. "You're really cocky for a 2nd year, just raising your voice at a teacher like that AND using your powers in a classroom."

"Miss Im has started it." Sunwoo replies through gritted teeth, "She could've calmly explained it, but instead she decided to humiliate Y/N Noona in front of the whole class! Was I just supposed to watch?!"

"Sunwoo-" You hiss, scared for him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me right, sir."

"Don't make me call your parents." The much older man threatens.

"Oh, go ahead then." Sunwoo replies, "I don't care."

"Sunwoo!" You say with big eyes. "Stop it!"

"You should listen to your little friend, Mister Kim." The headmaster sneers, "I'll let you off the hook since you never did anything before. You better behave." he clicks his tongue and leaves.

You grab Sunwoo by the collar and pull him to match your height. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"Hey hey…" Jacob quickly makes an appearance and gently touches your shoulders with nothing but worry all over his face. "Please calm down Y/N."

"You idiot, he could have expelled you or something! Don't do stuff like that!" You practically beg him with teary eyes.

The younger one's eyes soften. "I'm sorry Noona, I won't do it again, but please don't cry."

Jacob takes a step back and just watches, mostly relieved that you weren't angry and that he wouldn't have to break up a fight.

"Give me a hug you idiot…" You grumble and wipe your eyes. Sunwoo gives a panicked wheeze, locking eyes with Changmin and Youngjae. They both just wave him off.

"Okay okay, don't cry." He says and gives in, pulling you close and patting your back.

The others watch from a bit away, soft smiles on their faces, almost forgetting why you two are in that situation in the first place.

But then the bell rang, snapping you all out of your thoughts.

Changmin drags you by your wrist, Chanhee on your other side as they lead the way to your next class.

"Are you feeling better now, Y/N?" Chanhee softly asks from your left side and you turn to look at him.

"I feel okay now, thank you for worrying." You reply and flash the taller man a quick smile.

Changmin intertwined his fingers with yours. It's nothing new, the two of you used to do that ever since you became friends.

"Chanhee Hyung, where is the literature classroom again?"

The oldest of you three thinks for a moment and looks at the numbers next to the doors. "It's room 371."

"Ahh thank you~" Changmin happily replies and you guys make your way into the room.

—

Chanhee stretches his long limbs after the bell chimed, indicating the end of the class. "Today's lesson was pretty intense, don't you guys think?"

"Yeah, there was a lot." Changmin frowns a little. "Y/N how were you holding up?"

Your head shoots up in surprise, caught off guard while packing your stuff. "Uh- It was alright. I understood most of it actually."

Both men give you weird looks. "You never understand stuff in literature, what happened?" Changmin says with furrowed brows.

"I think it's because she actually paid attention this time." Chanhee adds with a chuckle, "She looked so concentrated, it was cute."

You feel your body heating up and avert your eyes. "Whatever, let's go."

The two men exchange amused glances but don't speak on it any further, opting to just follow you out of the building.

You didn't expect to run into this particular person when you exited through the large glass doors.

After all, he got expelled for using his powers on campus and a few other things.

"Hyunjun?"

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea

Request: The first request is that the reader kinda is yawning a bit, but "oh, it's fine, I'm just studying a bit harder" but they're either lying and doing a bunch of work deep into the night (maybe translating old books or something) or it's insomnia, or actually studying til 4:00am or something (lots of "ors" I'm so sorry) and of course spike finds out and is like "I'm supposed to be the nocturnal one??" And I had a brief thought of somehow the reader being tricked to drink sleepy time tea or something that will make them sleep as much as they need, but idk if that would be weird 🤔 but anyway, I hope that made sense ^^;

Pairing: Spike x gender neutral reader

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Y/N is at Spike’s studying for a chemistry exam when Spike starts to worry for them.

A/N: sorry for the delay!!! This was so easy to write because honestly it’s relatable. Enjoy X

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The words on the page start to blend and nothing makes sense anymore. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to process the words I'm staring at here. I have to pass this chemistry exam. I'm not even a chem major, stupid general education classes. I hear Spike move about behind me while his Passions episode comes to an end. Being one of the token full-fledge humans in the Scooby Gang means I'm sometimes dropped off at Spike's for safekeeping. Lately, there's a water demon terrorizing Sunnydale, so I've been instructed to come straight here after classes. Yet, Spike insists on meeting me right after the lecture. He went about finding out my course schedule so he can be thereafter my last class. Since I finish when the sun is still out, he has to use the tunnels on campus. He's the definition of smothering.

"Y/N, you need to go to bed," he advises, appearing beside the crypt I'm set upon.

My notes and textbook are laid perfectly on the crypt to study.

"Five more minutes," I yawn.

The candlelight is starting to radiate enough heat to feel it. They've been going all afternoon and well into the evening. Its light is starting to burn my eyes.

"You said that twenty minutes ago," Spike sighs, kneeling next to me.

"Oh bet, I thought it was only ten," I check my watch for the time.

Spike huffs in annoyance and snatches my textbook away.

"Hey!" I reach for the pages, but he moves it away.

"I'm so supposed to be the nocturnal one! Not you!" He reminds me with a fuss.

"Ever heard of insomnia?" I sass.

"It's not healthy," he preaches, setting my textbook down.

"Nor is being undead. That's a little pot calling the kettle black," I shrug while I reopen my book to the proper page.

"The more tired you get the more annoying you are," he grumbles, tossing his head back dramatically with a sigh.

"Dope," I nod with narrowed eyes.

"I hate you," Spike growls.

"Love to hear it," I mutter subconsciously as I continue reading.

"Ugh, oh my g-"

Absentmindedly, I read the chapter on proper chemical mixing. I can't even read the periodic table, how am I supposed to remember all of this?

I start to sing a familiar tune under my breath without much thought. "Oh say can you see by the dawn's-"

"Stop!" Suddenly, Spike's hand is covering my mouth. "Stop while you're ahead!"

"I was just getting started." My voice is muffled by his hand.

Spike slips his hand around and brings up the other to make me stare into his eyes.

"You're getting delusional!" He accuses.

"What's life without a little bad trip? Adds some spice," I dismiss carelessly.

"You're psychotic," he determines

"Says the serial killer," I shrug.

"You're! Losing! It!" He emphasizes.

"You! Eat! People!" I fire back mockingly.

"I need to so I can exist. You don't need to study to exist," he takes my textbook away again and strolls away.

"I need to so I can get a good job," I reason.

"Industrial America is overrated," he declares monotonously.

"You're also an old English man," I grumble.

"Yeah, so I know a few things," he smirks proudly.

"You never took school seriously?" I climb down from the crypt to fetch my book from him.

"Well... I went if that's what you mean. I had a rather expensive education," Spike describes vaguely.

I reach for my textbook and take it back civilly. "A White, upper-middle-class, during the Victorian Era, given a well-to-do private education? Well, color me shocked!"

"I can hardly stand you when you get in this mood. You need sleep," he rolls his eyes annoyedly.

"I hardly tolerate you every moment of every day. I need coffee," I correct.

"I will kill you," he threatens as per usual.

"Oh yes, bring me the sweet release," I grumble as I head back to my spot.

"You sicken me, you know that?" Spike questions sarcastically.

"Glad to hear it," I laugh humorlessly.

"Normally, people aren't so keen on being threatened," he reminds.

"Fair enough, granted I'm not 'normal,'" I form quotation marks with my fingers.

"Clearly," he mumbles.

"'Clearly,'" I mock his voice. "You even sound old!"

"I'm only one hundred and twenty-six!" He states, yet again, this week.

"Oh my goodness! You're right! My bad! You're practically a new spring chicken! Now get out there young one, and seize the day!" I tease.

"I'm going to make you a cup of tea," Spike declares, heading over to his make-shift kitchen. In reality, it's an electric kettle he plugs into an extension cord that's connected to somewhere outside.

"Coffee," I request, returning to my reading.

"Tea! You don't need any more coffee," he ridicules.

"You're depressing," I insult under my breath.

After a short time, Spike returns with a mug. I've managed to get through the last paragraph I've been struggling with.

"Here," he hands the white porcelain object to me.

The warmth of the mug contrasts the cold of my hands.

"What kind," I ask as I go to sip it.

"Green," he nods.

"Oo, so you are giving me caffeine," I wiggle my brows right as the liquid hits my lips.

"Only to shut you up," he sighs.

"Always the charmer," I wink.

After a moment of consideration and pondering, I can determine that this is good tea. Spike stands around waiting for my approval.

"This is nice, what brand is it?" I go in for another sip.

"An old one my mother used to use, been around for a while," he stammers.

"Lovely, thank you."

I compliment and he grumbles some response. ______________________ The sound of a distant lawnmower wakes me up in a jolt. I gasp for air, having been so deeply asleep that I hardly felt alive. I must've been more exhausted than I originally comprehended. My blurry vision adjusts to my surroundings and I'm tucked into a bed, but not my own. No, I know this bed. I've seen it before. The bright red sheets are hard to forget. Spike.

"What the-" I scream, "Spike!"

The bleach blonde vampy appears from behind a pillar across the room.

"Yes, Pet?" He says slyly, as though it's just any other morning.

"You asshole!" I curse at him as I hurry to get up.

"Feel refreshed?" He smirks.

"Did you drug me?" I come to the realization as I stand up that I don't remember falling asleep or getting into Spike's bed.

"Eh, somewhat," he explains vaguely. "I gave you camomile tea and maybe crushed up some melatonin in it."

My jaw drops, "you're insane!"

"Knocked you out like a bloody babe," he snickers, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"What time is it?!" I shake my wrist to my watch.

"Noon," Spike answers before I have the chance to check.

My eyes go wide as the harsh reality that I'm late to my class sinks in.

"Shit! Shit!" I rush to gather my things. "Fuck me! I have my test in thirty minutes!"

Spike strolls about casually around me, not giving two shits.

"You'll be fine," he assures calmly. "The sleep will help."

"It better!" I growl at the vamp.

"I'll pick you up after your class. We'll get coffee," he suggests with a smug expression.

"You don't drink coffee," I glare as I pack up my backpack.

"Damn straight, but you do. My treat," he offers.

"Oh, so kind!" I remark sarcastically as I struggle to slip my arms through my backpack and get my shoes on at the same time.

"Have fun!" He waves as I head to the door. "Good luck!"

"Fuck you!" I bid farewell as I slam the tomb door behind me.

"Coffee!" He shouts from inside as I stroll away. "Four o'clock! I'll pick you up!"

"Okay! Fine! Fine!" I yell in agreement, despite everything that just happened.

God, I hate to love him.

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catxsnow · 4 years

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NIGHTTIME STUDIES T.D.

Summary: Tim’s knowledge always came in handy when you were studying.

Warning: all the fluff, swearing - by this point you should just expect that I can’t write without a swear or two

A/N: little fluff I whipped up. I’m a grown ass university student and I’m still traumatized by high school chem don’t @ me

GIF not mine

Word Count: 1.1k

"Tim."

After dating Tim for a year, you were used to him doing work over listening to you. It was something that he never meant to do, but the moment he was focused on anything, everything else because just background noise for him. He did this with homework, work as Red Robin, even when he was reading.

When he was like this, it never surprised you to need to call his name out two or even three times before he heard you. It was an improvement, going from only yelling at him twice rather than at least five times. He listened to you the most over his family too - they were well aware of that fun fact and teased him about it.

"Timmmmm."

Dick liked to make fun of him that you had him totally whipped, which was mostly true. You never asked much of Tim, but whenever you requested something from him, he was always ready to comply. That was how you ended up with half of his clothes in your room because you would always like when they smelled like him.

Damian would tease Tim when you asked him some trivial, mundane task. Something as simple as wanting a glass of water and before you could even move, Tim was up on his way to grab it for you. He was too kind for you, or he was just completely, utterly, in love with you.

"Timmy," you called to him one final time.

The two of you were in his room, studying for your test at school the next day. It was chemistry, a class that you had extremely mixed feelings about. On one hand, you loved the labs, on the other, having to memorize how a pH can be converged to OH? Well, that part you hated.

While you were sprawled across his bed, reading over the textbook and your own notes from class, his nose was in his laptop looking up everything that he had missed in class the fast few days - batbusiness reasons, at least that's what you liked to call it.

Tim finally whipped his head over to you. One of the amazing things about dating him - or even just being friends with him - Tim was always able to help with school work. He was the smartest kid in your grade which came in handy quite often for you. You tried not to take advantage of that big beautiful brain of his, but sometimes you were truly stumped on how to solve problems.

This was one of those times. While you couldn't figure out how to decipher between oxidized and reduced ions, Tim would easily be able to explain it to you for how many times you needed to understand it. You patted the empty spot on the bed next to you as a way to tell him you needed his help.

“Have I told you how good you look in my clothes?” Tim pondered. You wore one of his hoodies and changed out of your jeans and into his sweatpants. In all reality, you looked ridiculous in the oversized clothes, but he found you stunning.

“Hmm, a few times,” you tapped your finger against you chin and pretended to think. “Well, you can see me out of them if you help me learn this.”

Tim went over the content with you until you were able to understand it on your own. To be honest, you really weren't sure what you would do without him. Not to mention that every time you would get a question right he would encourage you with a kiss. There was no better motivation.

"Thanks, lovey," you kissed him once more. Before he could get back to his own work, you wrapped your arms around him so he couldn't leave. Tim could easily get out of your hold if he so chose to, but he never tried. Instead, he melted into your hold, grabbing you so he could pull you closer. "That's funny you think that you can just go back to your work."

You left soft kisses against his bare skin. Tim sighed with content at your actions. He wished that he could stay like this forever. In your arms, with you safe from the danger of his nightly activities. He would do anything to protect you from harm.

"That's funny you think that I was studying," Tim countered, tipping your chin up so he could kiss your lips. Of course he wasn't, it's like he never needed to study. You couldn't understand how he was able to be a hero by night and a genius by day. He embraced your attempt to cuddle into his chest and pulled you closer to him. "Are you going to call it a night?"

"Hmm, did you have something in mind?" You pondered the idea of quitting your study session. It was already getting pretty late and even though you told your parents you were staying there that night, you still wanted to go to bed fairly early. You were just glad that Tim took the night off of patrol to spend it with you.

"There's a few things I have in mind," Tim brought you into another kiss. This time he kept you for longer, never wanting to part with you. Your hands glided up the back of his neck and into his hair - if this was what he had in mind you surely were going to quit. Tim flipped the two of you over and this time pinning your hands above your head with only one of his.

Just as you realized what he was about to do, you couldn't get out of his hold. Tim tickled your sides. Your legs were pinned down by his thighs and there was no way that you could get out of his grasp. He knew you hated when he did this to you - especially when he left you defenseless, too.

"Tim!" you screeched. You trashed around in hold but no matter how you moved you couldn't avoid his attacking hand. "Tim stop! Tim!" You were laughing so hard that tears were nearly streaming down your face. "Timothy Drake!"

Full name. He knew that was your limit. Tim finally let go of you and was laughing at your struggle to catch your breath. He rolled off of you and laid beside you. One of his arms was tucked under his head - showing off his muscles in his t-shirt. He looked so casually for nearly causing you to have an asthma attack with all that laughing.

You smacked his chest and let out a huff of air as you finally caught your breath. "That was mean you know I hate it when you do that. Fuck you."

"My pleasure."

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A Shitty Love Song (Part 2) - Stiles Stilinski

Altered State Of Mind

A/N: hi guys!! im super happy im posting part 2 of this series :)) I really hope you like it and once again, huge thank u to @duskholland for all your help <33

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Warnings: panic attack, mentions of underage drinking, swearing

Word Count: 5,2K

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

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(picture is not mine -> credits to @ elevantarts on unsplash)

A blaring sound resonated in Y/N’s ears and she groaned, her fingers curling around the blanket she lay beneath. A throbbing sensation in her head forced her to pry her eyes open, sunlight seeping through the gaps in her eyelids.

Reaching up to rub her eyes, Y/N tried to sit up, the throbs against her forehead staggeringly more painful. When her eyes finally accustomed themselves to the light, Y/N glanced around, looking for the source of the insufferable noise. The blaring seemed to come from far away and nearby at the same time; Y/N was simply too tired to make any sense.

“Oh my god, my head,” she moaned, falling back against the soft pillow with a grunt.

“Would someone please shut that off,” a voice mumbled from underneath a heap of pillows and messed up sheets.

“Y/N, it’s your phone,” another voice groaned.

Passing a shaking hand over her face, Y/N forced herself to fully open her eyes and focused on the sound of the alarm, still shrieking in sync with her god awful headache. Reaching over her head, she grabbed her phone and put it on silent, thanking the universe for the sudden alleviating silence.

“Well last night was-“

“-crazy.”

Y/N shot a glance at Lydia’s bed where the strawberry blonde was propped up against her pillows, wiping off the smudged mascara beneath her big green eyes.

“I can’t even focus right now. What happened last night?” she asked, rubbing her forehead.

“You don’t remember?”

“I mean, bits and pieces, why?”

Allison and Lydia exchanged a look.

“Uh, Y/N you went wild yesterday.”

“I did?” asked Y/N, worry seeping through her oily pores.

“We had to get a cab home cause neither one of us was fit to drive, and…you definitely threw up in the cab.”

Y/N groaned, a hand flying up to her forehead. “That explains the taste in my mouth.” She thought to herself.

“Yea, you got pretty drunk. Thank god, Stiles and Scott were there or you’d have passed out right on the dancefloor.”

“Wait, they were there?”

Allison sent Y/N a confused look, biting her lip.

“Well yeah, they got there about thirty minutes after we did. Did you not hang out with them at all?” she asked.

A sudden flash of colour appeared in Y/N’s head, the feeling of skin against skin, lips hungrily claiming each other, the smell of sweat and leather. She gasped, a hand reaching up to cover her mouth. Jumping up to her feet in a burst, ignoring the violent throb in her head, she rushed over to the mirror and turned her neck towards the right, her eyes widening at her sorry reflection.

“Are those-“

“Hickeys?” exclaimed Allison, leaping off of her mattress and onto the floor.

“Oh my god…”

“No way! Who are those from?” inquired Lydia, shock painted across her face.

“I’m not sure…” answered Y/N, her voice but a quiet murmur, her eyes still fixated on the deep purple marks scattered across her neckline.

In the back of her head, amber eyes bored into hers, and she couldn’t help but notice the dark pit forming in her stomach.

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Y/N stepped out of her bath, all of the dried up paint and sweat cleansed from her body. Stepping up to her bathroom mirror, she wiped the hot steam off the glass, the purple stains on her neck still very visible. She sighed, her fingers lightly tracing the mark by her collarbone, her mind elsewhere. She was at a loss.

Had it been him? Had it been Stiles? Maybe she had him confused with someone else, maybe she really had shared this moment with Jeremy. Maybe.

Y/N’s frown deepened. All that was left from that moment on the dancefloor was these purple love bites and blurriness. So much blurriness. Hundreds of questions and voices overlapped in Y/N’s head.

“What does this mean? Was it really him? What’s next?” She shook her head anxiously, quietly tapping against the steam covered sink.

Grabbing her phone with shaking fingers, Y/N typed in a message and sent it to the person she had had stuck in her brain all day long.

Y/N: did u ever show up at the rave?

Y/N: cause my drunk ass can’t remember a thing :/

Minutes seemed to last longer than hours as she waited by her phone. She sat impatiently on her bed, furiously tearing off the tips of her fingernails, occasionally drawing out a tiny spot of blood accompanied by a soft hiss. Finally, the buzzing sound of her phone snapped her back to reality and she unlocked it in a flash.

Stiles: yea I stopped by

Y/N stared down at her phone screen, puzzled.

Y/N: did you have fun?

A few minutes passed before his short answer came.

Stiles: yea it was alright

Stiles: I was just glad to get out of the rain

Y/N: the rain?

Stiles: yea it was raining when Scott and I got there

Y/N’s fingers trembled as she started typing in a new message, her hands abruptly pausing when her phone buzzed again.

(Y/N: did we hang out at all last night?)

Stiles: my dad’s asking me to help him out with dinner

Stiles: gotta go

Deleting her previous and thankfully unsent text, Y/N quickly typed in something else, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

Y/N: oh okay, np

Y/N’s wet hair cascaded down her shoulder as she removed the towel from her head, letting her body gently plop down onto her bed.

Had she truly imagined it all? Something was off, but somehow, she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. The girl braided her damp hair and slipped under her toasty covers. Exhaustion soon took over her body and pushed her into a deep slumber, her dreamless sleep a tranquil break from her precipitating thoughts.

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Amor loves to have one’s undivided attention. It slips through the thinnest of cracks and likes to hide behind your thoughts, carefully creeping around your mind, giggling at your confusion. Without even knowing it, you consume amor, you breathe it in, you bathe in it.

Amor is sneaky. Which is precisely how Y/N went about her day, ate, showered, studied, breathed without ever discerning her bewitchment.

Monday’s sunrays broke over the horizon, the song of gleeful robins piercing through the cool morning air. Lazily, Y/N slipped her clothes on and decided to walk to school, enjoying the crisp breeze. Autumn trees coasted along the route as she slowly carried herself to school, her tired eyes carefully observing the orange and brown leaves twirl down in timeless waltzes onto the cold concrete ground.

When she finally got to school, Y/N walked over to her locker, unlocking the padlock with her designated combination. As she placed the contents of her bag on top of the metal shelves and retrieved her chem notes, Y/N readjusted the wine-red turtleneck she had meticulously picked out from her wardrobe the day before.

“Uncomfortable but necessary.” She thought to herself as she turned around.

Her heart suddenly leapt into her chest, her eyes landing on Stiles’ dark blue flannel shirt. Taking a step forward, she was about to call out his name, when his eyes met hers. Time paused yet again, Stiles’ furtive gaze avoiding hers, his amber irises quickly looking down at his feet as he resumed his conversation with Scott.

A brief glimpse of the undeniable tension between the pair, a sight covered by amor’s thick layer of fog.

A wave of hurt washed over Y/N’s entire body, but she bit her lip and hurried off to class, choosing to ignore the feeling rather than dwell on it.

Class seemed to last even longer than usual, the constant tick-tick-tick of the clock rocking Y/N into a state of pure passiveness. The words spoken by her teacher floated around her head, seeping out through her ears almost as rapidly as they had penetrated her mind.

When the lunch bell rang, Y/N couldn’t help but exhale softly, releasing some of the tension stacked atop her weary shoulders since earlier that day. No matter how much she tried to focus on her notes, a chaotic whirlwind slowly formed inside of her, preventing her from following the teacher’s train of thought.

Her fingers furiously tapping against her thigh, Y/N stood up hurriedly and grabbed her bag, sliding its handles onto her shoulder. Pushing her way through the crowd of students, she walked out of the building and onto the school field, making her way towards the walnut tree.

“Hey, Y/N!” shouted Allison, waving her over with her gentle hands.

Y/N rushed over and plopped down by the brunette, breathing in the cool air.

“Where are the others?” she asked, noticing how empty the table was.

“Why are you so impatient? The bell only just rang,” Allison said, her light laughter filling the atmosphere surrounding them.

Y/N watched as the group slowly reunited, Scott and Kira walking over nonchalantly, arms linked together, followed by Isaac, unmistakingly blushing at the sight of Allison. Finally, Lydia joined the table and sat across from Y/N, her beautiful hair wrapped into a low bun.

“I am so hungry,” said Scott as he hurriedly took out his sandwich, eagerly taking a large bite out of it with a moan.

“I thought I was gonna pass out in calculus. I am so tired!” exclaimed Allison, burying her face in her delicate hands.

“Yeah, I still haven’t recovered from Friday,” agreed Lydia.

Y/N’s mind flashed right back to the sweaty dance floor, bursts of colour flooding her memory, and she bit down on her lip, shutting her eyes.

“Y/N, you okay?” asked Isaac. The group looked over at her, puzzled faces staring at her own.

“Yeah, everything’s fine!” she replied, her fingers dramatically twisting around the fabric of her coat.

“So, uh, where’s Stiles?” she asked, quickly but not subtly changing the subject.

Scott’s head slightly tilted to the right, a confused expression on his face.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Didn’t tell me what?”

Scott nonchalantly pointed at a table a few feet away from the walnut tree where the gang was seated, Y/N’s eyes following his lead. Her puzzled gaze landed on the dark blue flannel shirt from that morning, wrapped around a boy sitting across from a tall brown-haired girl, their heads buried in books, but their eyes fixated on each other.

“There’s this new girl, Malia Tate. He offered to help her with her math,” explained Scott, unaware of the pit deepening in Y/N’s gut.

As Y/N observed the pair sitting far away from the group’s table, the pumping muscle lodged between her lungs tightened with affliction, though she wasn’t entirely sure why.

The voices surrounding her melted into each other, the sound of her friends’ chatter fading into the background as she kept on staring, the ache in her abdomen persisting.

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Several interminable weeks had passed since this particular lunch break. November was slowly coming to an end, along with Y/N’s withering patience. The air had become cooler, and not just the one blowing through the leafless trees.

Stiles and Y/N’s friendship had started to abate, its previous progression suddenly coming to a strange halt, much to Y/N’s dismay. Her phone occasionally buzzed, the screen revealing only a brief answer on his part, or a funny picture or joke every once in a while. However, the long phone calls and texts until 2 am had seemingly come to an end.

Y/N couldn’t exactly pinpoint how it made her feel, but it didn’t feel good, that much was clear. Stiles hadn’t disappeared from the face of the earth, but his texts were spread much further apart, and when he was around, at lunch or in class, he wasn’t truly there, always focused on something else.

She couldn’t help but feel as though there was a void in her day, a gap only replenishable by the mole-speckled boy. She tried to distract herself from the looming feeling of loneliness by hanging out with Allison and Lydia, their light hearted conversations usually effective. Only, her attempts fell short as soon as she was alone again. It had come to a point where Y/N would count the hours between each message, trying to come up with reasons why he wouldn’t just text her back sooner. None of this helped of course.

Constantly thinking about the source of your pain can only do one thing: vivify it.

One rainy Tuesday, Y/N sat down at a table in the school cafeteria, dropping her lunch tray onto the cool surface with a soft thud. Squeezing in between Lydia and Allison, across from Scott and Isaac, she reached for her apple and bit into it with a satisfying crunch as the chatter surrounding her slowly increased.

The girls chatted as the boys focused on Scott’s phone, their eyes glued to the screen.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at them and leaned forward, snapping her fingers just a few inches away from their faces. Scott’s head snapped upwards and Isaac startled, the pair releasing a breath as she chuckled.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” she asked.

Isaac handed her the phone before grabbing his turkey sandwich.

“Our English teacher showed us this website with a bunch of riddles and we’re trying to figure some of them out,” Scott replied, pointing at the screen as Y/N slowly scrolled down.

“You guys are studying riddles?” Allison gasped. “Why do we always get stuck with the boring English teacher?”

“The more you take, the more you leave behind.” Y/N read one of the riddles aloud.

“Footsteps,” replied Lydia with ease, nibbling on her carrot sticks.

“Okay genius, what about this. What is easy to get into but harder to get out of?” Allison asked, peering over Y/N’s shoulder.

Lydia paused, reflecting quietly as the group observed her furrowed brow with amusement.

“Can I give it a go?” asked Isaac, hand raised.

“Go ahead.”

“Trouble?”

“That’s it!” replied Allison.

“Of course you’d get that one right,” Y/N joked, shaking her head.

“Oh okay, try this one. Who has married hundreds but still stays single?”

Suddenly, Stiles’ voice resonated in Y/N’s ears as he sat down next to Scott, his lips curled into a grin.

“A priest,” he said, accompanied by a soft click of his tongue.

“Correct,” replied Y/N, pointedly staring down at her apple.

“Speaking of weddings…when’s yours Stiles? We’re all invited right? And is it an open bar or have you not yet discussed your opti-“

“That’s funny, Isaac, that’s very funny,” answered Stiles. “Yeah, I’ll make sure your invitation gets lost in the mail.”

“Seriously though...Malia?” asked Scott, a sly smile drawn on his lips, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.

Stiles blushed a little, avoiding everyone’s gazes as he watched his fingers repeatedly tap against the table, his lips pursing together.

“Malia, the girl from your math class?” inquired Lydia.

“Yep, and they’ve been talking…a lot…” Scott teased, his voice higher than usual. Stiles shot him a glare and shook his head in disbelief.

“You can’t keep a thing to yourself can you?” he laughed.

“Wait, so are you guys…?” Allison asked, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

Y/N shot a glance at Stiles, her heart picking up its pace as she waited for a response.

Was something going on between them? Were they just friends? Was Malia the reason why Stiles and her weren’t talking as much?

“We’re talking. She’s fun. It’s fun. Talking, is- fun,” Stiles said, fumbling his words in embarrassment, his cheeks flooding with red.

“Wow, you’re smitten aren’t you?”

“Okay! Guys, let’s give him a break from the interrogation. He looks like he’s about to explode,” exclaimed Y/N, desperately trying to change the subject, for both their sakes.

Stiles sent her a grateful look and chuckled, the group moving onto another topic, enjoying their lunch together before classes started anew.

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Later, after the busy day had winded down and the sun had dipped beneath the horizon, Y/N lay on her bed, the tiny fairy lights hanging on her wall catching her eye as she quietly hummed along to Peach Pit. As the leader singer gave way to the guitarist’s blissful riff, her phone buzzed, and her quiet bubble burst.

She sighed as she reached for it, her fingers connecting with the cool screen. Her tired eyes adjusting to the sudden blue light, she focused on the screen, her lips curling into a soft smile as she read the words she had just received.

Stiles: what comes in hard but comes out soft?

Stiles: tip: you can blow it

Y/N: you’re disgusting

Stiles: excuse me

Stiles: I don’t know what you’re talking about

Y/N: what is it?

Stiles: it’s gum

Y/N shook her head, rolling her eyes at the pervy connotation.

Y/N: ha ha ha

Stiles: it’s not my fault you have a dirty mind

Y/N: yea yea, I was completely innocent before meeting you guys

Stiles: please

Stiles: there’s nothing innocent about you

She stopped, rereading the words carefully, her memories from the Halloween rave flooding back. Those god awful colours just couldn’t stop dancing in the back of her mind.

Hesitantly, she typed in her answer.

Y/N: so what’s up?

She patiently waited, her hands still holding onto her phone, the soft music in the background rocking her peacefully.

Stiles: well

Stiles: I’ve been talking to Malia a lot

Y/N: how’s it going with her?

Stiles: actually we’re hanging out tomorrow

Stiles: in the woods

Y/N felt a pang of hurt in her abdomen but she swiftly ignored it.

Y/N: wow

Y/N: is this a date?

Time stopped for a few seconds before his painful answer showed up on the screen.

Stiles: I think so yea

Y/N: damn

Y/N: so you really like her huh?

Stiles: yea she’s great

Stiles: she’s kind of dominant too?

Stiles: very assertive

Stiles: it’s

Stiles: interesting

Y/N: you like that?

Stiles: it’s definitely not something I’m used to

Stiles: but yea it’s nice

Stiles: I haven’t really talked to anyone about this besides Scott so don’t tell anyone please

Y/N: ofc not

Stiles: thanks

Stiles: quick question

Stiles: might sound weird so don’t judge me

Y/N: go ahead lmao

Stiles: what do you do before you kiss a girl

Stiles: do you ask for permission or do you just do it?

Y/N’s heart momentarily stopped beating and she gulped, her eyes fixated on the surprisingly hurtful words. Her mind completely blank, she paused the music from her computer and passed a hand through her hair, trying to think of an answer. Finally, she drew a deep breath and replied, her hands steady as stone.

Y/N: there’s no answer to that haha

Y/N: you have to do what feels natural

Stiles: yea, you’re probably right

Stiles: just don’t want to mess it up

Y/N: you won’t

Stiles: thanks

Y/N: tell me how it goes!

Stiles: will do

Stiles: and thanks again

Y/N: npp

Y/N shut her phone off and plugged her charger in, placing it on her bedside table. Turning off all of the lights, and drawing her bedroom curtains to a close, she settled beneath her comforter, spreading her limbs with a wide stretch. As she shifted onto her side, placing her hands underneath her cool pillow, she let her eyes roam around her bedroom, thoughts churning in her head.

He had feelings for this girl. Stiles actually liked Malia. And not only was he going on a date with her, but he had talked to Y/N about it. Had she really just imagined it was Stiles on that dance floor? Had she really just mistaken the person kissing her, sliding his lips up and down her neck as she held onto him? And if so, if all of this was purely just her mind playing tricks on her, what did that mean? Did she want it to have been Stiles?

Amor was lingering around her head but she couldn’t see it. All of these questions bustling in her mind soon blended into silence as she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

The next day flew by in a blur of classes and scribbles on sheets of paper, a bland and monotone school day. Only one event stood out.

Stiles: well it’s official

Stiles: Stiles Stilinski is a bachelor no more

She congratulated him and heard all of the details surrounding Stiles’ date with Malia. The brunette had laughed at his jokes, she’d held his hand, they’d walked down the stream in the woods, talking endlessly, and then he had leaned in and kissed her.

And she had kissed him back.

What the group had originally thought to be a fling had turned into something more, it had become a real serious relationship.

More absent than ever, Stiles spent most of his time with his new girlfriend, enjoying the feeling of her lips against his own when they kissed each other and the complicity between them. Everyone could tell he was beyond excited about the thrilling sensations that came with young love, though no one other than Y/N knew just how much.

Every day, her phone buzzed, the notifications reminding her that her friend loved making Malia laugh, or that Malia liked the same band he did. Reminding her that he was happy.

And Y/N was unbelievably happy for him as well. She tried to focus on the positives, mainly the fact that the pair had started talking again. Things had gone back to normal, their inside jokes rekindled and their conversations more frequent. But still, something just didn’t sit right.

Y/N pushed this feeling away, diving into new hobbies and hanging out with her friends. As a child, she had always loved drawing and painting. As a matter of fact, she had even followed lessons in an atelier not far from her house, in her hometown. She’d always loved painting but as she had grown older, her extra time had become much slimmer and with life getting in the way, she had had to let it go.

Then one fateful December afternoon, Lydia forced the girls to paint with her in the art room at school. Much to Y/N’s surprise, the tranquility she had felt as a child while holding a brush came back unbelievably naturally.

It was like the brush had never left the palm of her hand. So she started painting again.

When she wasn’t studying or spending time with the pack, creating timeless memories with them, she was hidden away in her room by the window, her fingers curling around her paintbrush, her hair wrapped into a loose bun.

The simple act of turning thin stripes of colour into shapes and scenes was so beautifully appeasing to her. With every flick of her hand, with every twist and turn of blues and yellows onto the white canvas, she felt herself come alive again. Every worry, every disappointment, and every doubt poured out of her hands and blended into the mythical paradises she painted.

Sometimes we live without something, and we don’t realize just how much we miss it until we let it back in. She had missed this terribly.

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As the early mornings became darker and darker with every passing day, Y/N spent hours watching the sky and the leafless trees, observing time and its slow and tantalizing movement. She memorized the scenes before her as she got dressed for school, her eyes lingering on the dark blue sky outside and the yellow halos of light emitted from the streetlamps.

Sometimes simple things like the way your eye catches the light can be astoundingly beautiful. Y/N paid attention to details in order to paint them later. Every trace, every shadow, every speck of light was equally important.

One morning, finally ready for school, Y/N walked out of her home, adjusting the red beanie on her head, her bag swung over her shoulder. The frosty morning air greeted her and she thanked herself for having decided to wear her dark grey wool sweater. Turning on the ignition (and the heat) of her dad’s car, Y/N left the driveway, and made her way to the high school, the sun slowly but surely peaking above the horizon.

Y/N’s fingers furiously tapped against the steering wheel of the car, the school coming into eyeshot. Classes were becoming more and more exhausting with winter exams right around the corner. The air was tense inside the school, students talking about their exam schedules and fears about their upcoming performances.

Y/N was nervous too. She was a good student, but quite often, she would get lost in her thoughts, ignoring her teachers rant about equations and The Scarlet Letter. She studied and she handed in her essays on time, however doubt clouded her mind, and maybe her hard work wouldn’t be enough.

These thoughts played on a loop in her head as Y/N attended her first two classes, time ticking by slowly.

When Y/N entered her classroom for the third period, students shoved past her, quickly exiting the room and heading on to their next lesson. She slumped into her seat, her bag landing on the surface of her desk with a thud. As she waited for her history professor to get to class, her eyes scanned the room.

She watched her fellow classmates enter the room, chatting loudly, groups forming around students seated on their desks or lingering by the windows. She glanced to her right and noticed Stiles, always recognizable due to his colourful flannels, seated a few desks away from her, close to the blackboard.

“Stiles!” she called out his name, puzzled. He didn’t have history class with her. Her eyes lingered on his arched back and she repeated herself. “Stiles?”

His back still turned to her flinched at the sound of her voice and she frowned before standing up and walking over to him. As she inched closer, she glanced down at his fingers, curled around the edge of his desk, the tips white from the pressure of his grip. His knee burst up and down at a furious pace as she placed her hand on his shoulder, the color draining from her face when her gaze fell upon Stiles’ contorted expression.

“Stiles, what’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked with a whisper as she bent down next to him.

He emitted a small whine, his breathing suddenly more audible.

“Sti, talk to me,” she murmured, rubbing his back slowly.

His breathing became more unsteady with every movement of her hand and he gasped, making Y/N’s heart leap in her chest. The room had started to quiet down, and she turned, quickly realizing the scene was starting to draw a lot of attention. Putting her arm around her friend, she stood up and dragged him out of his chair, his legs staggering as he followed her out of the room.

As soon as the pair had gotten out of the classroom and into the hallway, Stiles’ breathing tripled in velocity, his breaths short and intense. Y/N held onto him, treading as quickly as possible through the hall, trying desperately to get to the boy’s locker room, where they’d be alone.

Pushing past the crowd of bustling students, Y/N’s eyes lit up as they approached the blue door she had been looking for. The pair burst into the dim locker room, Stiles rushing over to the back of the room, his legs giving in under the weight of his shaking body. His breathing was erratic and fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he punched the floor, the pain in his knuckles incomparable to the burning sensation in his gut. Y/N ran over to him, her knees hitting the floor with a painful thud, but she didn’t care, instead focusing on Stiles’ pale and tormented face.

“Breathe. Come on, breathe with me,” she said, an undeniable hint of worry in her voice she had difficulty hiding.

“I-I…can’t,” he gasped, a choked sob escaping his throat.

Y/N grabbed his quaking hands and held them in her sweaty palms, her eyes fixated on his.

“Sti, look at me. Look at me,” she insisted and he squinted at her through the thick tears spilling over the barrier of his eyelids. Soothingly caressing his shaking hands, her eyes piercing through his, she spoke, her voice a gentle anchor grounding him into reality.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m here. You’re okay,” she repeated, her voice slightly trembling.

She had never seen him like this. He was a shaking mess, his face wet and twisted in pain, his breathing still highly unsteady.

Stiles held onto her hands with difficulty, his chest heaving as he struggled not to give in to the never-ending waves of panic washing over his quaking body.

Y/N inhaled and exhaled slowly, her eyes never leaving his. Her exaggerated breaths were soon followed by his own weak attempts at controlling his lungs, groans of pain slipping through his gritted teeth.

“Here do this. Press your finger against one of your nostrils and inhale for 5 seconds with the other. You can do this,” she said, acting out her words as carefully as possible.

Stiles struggled to follow her lead but slowly, he pushed the tip of his shaking finger into his skin, blocking the path for oxygen through his left nostril.

“Okay, good. Inhale. 1…2…3…” she counted, and he inhaled with her, his breath occasionally bursting through his mouth.

“Keep going, come on. 4…5…Hold it in!” she cried, her eyes welling up at the sight of Stiles’ pained expression, his chest obviously about to burst.

“Okay, breathe out, with me. 1…2…3…4…5…” Y/N murmured, her gentle fingers caressing his hand. The boy exhaled with her and shook his head, almost as if he couldn’t believe the method was starting to work.

“You’re doing great. Switch nostrils now. There you go. 1…2…3…”

The pair breathed in and out in sync, Y/N’s hands still holding Stiles’. After a few minutes, each breath of his was accompanied by a slightly deeper one, Y/N’s shoulders loosening with relief as a wave of calm washed over her.

As the chaos in the room started to subside, she felt Stiles’ fingers tighten in her palm, his sweaty skin pressed against hers. She looked into his red-rimmed eyes and gave it a reassuring squeeze, her unoccupied hand reaching up to wipe the tears off of his weary face as her body shifted upwards.

Before she could touch his skin, Stiles caught her hand and pulled her into an embrace, his lips quivering tremendously as he broke down, warm tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Don’t leave, please. I need you. I need you,” he repeated like a mantra, his entire body going limp in Y/N’s arms, strangled sobs escaping from his sore throat. The girl closed her eyes as the felt Stiles’ heart thunder furiously against her chest, small tears threatening to spill over her eyelids.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered in his ear, tightening her embrace.

“I need you. I need you.”

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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for the winter prompt fills... 24, ot4, sfw? i just feel like indrid's snowflakes would be stupidly intricate and bespoke but stern is so much more likely to get annoyed by it than duck would be

Here you go!

24: i’m absentmindedly making snowflakes in class and you’re the nerd who can’t quit glaring at me every time you hear my scissors

Joseph always finds the first day of the semester tedious at best; he reads any syllabus he’s sent, then has to spend at minimum an hour listening to the professor go over it again.

Thanks to the guy sitting two seats to his right, it’s now tedious AND aggravating. He’s tall, with dyed silver hair that he obviously did himself, his red glasses and worn, mostly black clothing suggesting someone who is in this class to fulfill a breadth requirement. That alone is not what aggravates him. It’s the fact the guy has been making paper snowflakes for the last forty five fucking minutes.

The snip snip snip is driving him up the wall. He knows people need to do different things to focus in class, but this is ridiculous. He glares every now and then, manages to keep his calm with the thought that the guy won’t be doing the same thing come Thursday.

When he is, Joseph glares a little more and resigns himself to a minor headache twice a week for the next ten weeks. Could he move? Yes, technically. But he likes sitting up front, and he’s not going to let the scissors win.

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“It’s ridiculous! His whole room must be covered in snowflakes by now, if he does this in every class.”

“Maybe he just does it in yours? You said that lecturer isn’t the most, uh, engaging.” Barclay pulls on his coat, waving to Mama through the window of the Lodge; he’s moved from waiter to line chef at the small restaurant, and Joseph is so proud of him.

“Maybe. I’m sorry, everything is just so...much. Last year was miserable and it’s not as if the change of the calendar makes things better. It feels like it takes the littlest thing to set off my anxiety.”

Barclay pauses their walk down the street, pulling Joseph’s hand to draw him into a hug, “I’m sorry babe. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“Thanks. Think I’m mostly in the mood for a distraction.” Barclay is warm and smells faintly of onion and butter, and while they should avoid causing a traffic jam on the sidewalk, he decides to stay like this a few seconds longer.

“Good thing we’re having Duck and Indrid over for dinner tonight, then. I’m glad you’re finally getting to meet Indrid. He’s a weirdo, but he’s my kind of weirdo. Hope he’s yours too.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great.” They start back down the sidewalk towards the block of apartments where Barclay lives. Josephs met Duck a few times, usually at parties or group hangouts at the lodge. They bonded first over being in O-chem together, then over being trans, and now Joseph is always happy to see him when he walks into a party. He knows Duck is dating Barclay’s childhood friend, Indrid, but the other man having a semester abroad and working several jobs means Joseph hasn’t met him.

He cleans off and sets the table while Barclay starts fried rice for dinner. Grabs the just-knocked door as Barclay plates things up, only to come face to face with snowflake guy.

“Um”

“Hey Joe” Duck smiles at him from beside his silver-haired boyfriend, “this is Indrid. Indrid, this Joe. We ain’t too early, right?”

“No” he holds out a hand that Indrid shakes with a wide smile and an expression that indicates he has never seen Joseph before.

“It’s very nice to meet you, both Duck and Barclay speak highly of you.”

“Likewise.”

Dinner goes well, once Joseph stops going in mental circles and makes the decision to not breathe a word of the fact Indrid is the mad snowflake maker. Indrid is a bit odd and awkward, but eager dives into a discussion of UFO sightings when Joseph offhandedly mentions them, and blushes charmingly whenever Duck kisses him.

He also blushes when Barclay, in reply to a compliment about his cooking, says, “thanks, little moth.”

Joseph and Duck raise their eyebrows in sync.

“Explain.” Joseph says with a smirk.

“It, uh, it was a nickname I gave him when we were kids. He’s always been smaller than me, and he was really, and I mean really, into moths.”

“That ain’t all that different from now.” Duck loops an arm over Indrid’s shoulders. The taller man’s sweater hangs low around his neck, revealing at least two distinct moth tattoos.

“I have a not always been smaller. I was taller in fourth grade.”

Barclay chuckles, “fair enough.” He sips his water and then adds, “little moth.”

Indrid chucks his napkin at him, laughing.

It’s such a nice evening that Joseph forgets all about the snowflakes. That is, until Indrid sits down directly next to him on Tuesday.

“I thought I’d seen you before. What a coincidence.” Indrid takes out his notebook, spins a small ring on his finger, and smiles, “I’m glad we’ll have more chances to see each other.”

The tone feels almost flirtatious, but any appeal is instantly doused when he takes out scissors and a stenciled piece of paper. When he notices Joseph staring at the items, he cocks his head.

“Would you like to try making a snowflake? It’s very soothing.”

“I, um-”

“I have spare scissors.” Indrid pulls out another pair.

What the hell, it’s a five hundred person lecture hall. No one will notice if two of the five hundred people are making snowflakes. He takes the scissors, and Indrid smiles brighter.

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It turns out the therapeutic nature of paper snowflakes isn’t the only suggestion Indrid has for him. Which is why Joseph is now in the campus rec center awaiting the start of a boxing class. Indrid said he might enjoy it, and Barclay encouraged him when he mentioned it. And he has been looking for ways to stay in shape.

“Fancy seein you here.” Duck, in a sweatshirt and basketball shorts, sets his bag down next to Joseph.

“So that’s why Indrid recommended this in spite of never doing it himself.”

Duck snickers, “Yeah, ‘Drid’s happy with his hot yoga, he tried comin with me once last semester and was so sore he swore off bein my gym buddy forever.”

“How’d you get into this at all?” He takes out his handwraps, starts trying to put the left one on.

“Minerva put me onto it, said it was good to have some cardio along with weight-liftin. Need some help?” He indicates the wrap that has quickly gone off the rails.

“Yes, please.” Joseph holds out his hand. Duck takes it, hold gentle but firm as he demonstrates the correct motions.

“Few different ways of doin’ it, this is the one Minerva taught me.”

“I see.” He does, and is able to replicate the pattern on his right hand, but he also sees why Indrid looks like a cat melting in the sun whenever Duck holds his hand.

Before his brain can careen down that track of thoughts, the class starts and all his focus goes to learning the proper stance, practicing ones and twos, and trying not to pass out from exhaustion. He;s not out of shape by any means, but the instructor does not mess around.

When they’re done and dismissed to stretch, Duck holds up a hand, “nice job, man.”

He’s down to his tank top, flushed and sweating as beams at Joseph. Suddenly, he feels like he could do a whole second class without breaking a sweat.

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“All I’m gonna say is that if I pull a muscle doing this, you get to tell Mama why I can’t come in to work.” Barclay eyes the yoga mats suspiciously.

“I promise, we will start with an easy one. Besides, half the reason we’re doing this is because it can help with the sore muscles that come with repetitive physical work.” Indrid brings up a video on his laptop, then pats the empty mat next to his own.

Barclay sits down, crossing his legs to mimic Indrid’s position. He’d brought up the idea of them doing yoga together on the nights Duck and Joseph are boxing as a joke at first. All it took was the excited look on Indrid’s face for him to turn it into a serious suggestion. He’s never been able to resist making Indrid happy.

In many ways, his friendship eith Indrid was how Barclay learned that what he wanted to be, more than anything else, was comforting and safe to other people. His friend was skinny and awkward, at times downright skittish, but he’d dive under the covers and cuddle up next to Barclay in an instant. Even the hormones and awkward crushes of puberty couldn’t drive them apart. Barclay’s always attributed that to the fact he wasn’t attracted to Indrid when they were younger, nor Indrid to him.

No, his massive crush on Indrid emerged their first year of college. But Barclay was too unsure for the first semester and too busy deciding to drop out to be a cook for the second one to make a move. Then fell hard for Duck, and Barclay fell for Joseph not long after, and it seemed like everything worked itself out.

As he struggles to focus on the screen rather than his best friend’s ass, he realizes he spoke too soon.

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“You’re not exclusive?” Joseph wipes his hands with a paper napkin. They’re grabbing a snack after their workout, the echoing Jamba Juice still preferable to eating out in the cold.

Duck shakes his head, mouth busy sucking the straw of his smoothie and making Joseph wonder if his cheeks hollow that same way when he blows Indrid.

“I wasn’t when I met him, was still datin a girlfriend. We ain’t felt the need to change it. Both of us feel like, if we wanna be exclusive, or one of us wants to date someone else, we’ll talk about it case by case.”

“That makes sense.” He feels the moment when all of Duck’s attention shifts to him.

“What about you and Barclay?”

“We’ve never really talked about it. I guess I...I’m happier with Barclay than I’ve ever been with anyone. If he wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn’t begrudge him that.”

“But would you be okay with it?” Duck’s drawl is softer now, and Joseph gets the sense he’s about to reach for his hand.

“I would. You’ve met him, the man has love to spare.”

“Comes with bein a big guy. Trust me, I’d know.” He winks at Joseph.

“Duck, you’re five’ six.”

“And built like a tank. Point is, you know what you want matters too, right Joe?”

What he wants? What he wants is to kiss Duck into the couch with Barclays arms around him while Indrid fucks the shorter man from behind. What he wants is to be with all of them. What he wants is too much.

“Right.”

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“Indrid?”

“Yes, Barclay?”

“I hate you.”

A cackle rings out in the living room, Barclay unable to see it due to being in a pose that has them facing away from each other, “Nonsense, I’m your oldest friend.”

“Don’t care” he grunts as his leg twinges, “we’re getting a divorse. A friend divorce.”

“You wound me.”

Barclay growls, notices bare feet directly in his line of sight, “why are you-”

“Standing up like normal? Because the session ended while you were complaining.”

“Oh you little” Barclay pulls out of the pose, grabbing at the other man. Indrid hops back out of the way, only to trip over a shoe and fall onto his mat. He flips Barclay off with a grin, yelps when Barclay lunges forward and traps him with his body weight.

“Ooof, get off me, you menace.” Indrid laughs, shoving at him.

“Nah, this is strength training. For you.”

“If you’re relying on my upper body strength to end this, I hope you understand we live on the floor now.”

“Uhhhhhh” Says a voice from the other side of the couch. Duck and Joseph are standing side by side in their gym clothes.

“I feel like we missed something.” Joseph, in spite of his pink cheeks, doesn’t look angry.

“Barclay is expressing his displeasure with this particular yoga sequence. Not that I mind.” Indrid says from beneath him.

“Don’t seem in a hurry to get him off.”

“Not in the way you’re thinking, my sweet, no.”

He whips his head forward to stare down at Indrid. The other man smiles up at him, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I, uh, I-”

Indrid reaches up and strokes his beard, “Barclay, we’ve been friends a long time. I can spot when you have a crush on someone, myself included. I mentioned it to Duck a few weeks ago.”

“Which, uh, works out well on a couple levels.” Duck and Joseph step around the couch, holding hands, “assumin that’s okay with both of you.”

“You already know my feelings on the matter.” Indrid sends a far filthier grin Joseph’s way.

Barclay wants to jump for joy, but more than that he wants to be sure.

“Is this what you want, babe?”

Joseph nods, “If it’s not too much to ask.”

Barclay sits up, opening his arms and Joseph kneels into the hug, “No, babe, not at all. I love you, love Indrid too, and if he and Duck both wanna be with you, they’ll get no complaints from me, just a compliment as to their taste in men.”

His boyfriend nestles closer with a relieved sigh, Duck and Indrid settling on either side of Barclay. Joseph murmurs that they should make a chart to figure out the details of everything, and he agrees. But they can do that in a minute. Right now, the four of them can rest and enjoying being here. Together.

#winter fills #OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #College AU #indrid cold/duck newton #indruck #agent stern/barclay #sternclay #duck newton/agent stern #agent stern/barclay/indrid cold/Duck newton #Indrid cold/Barclay #agent stern/Indrid Cold

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ohmyjinsus · 3 years

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kissing by the book

yeo one (changgu) x female! reader

high school! au (non idol) || 8.8k (I went a little crazy whoops)

super fluffy + some suggestive themes I guess (basically changgu in something rotten has ruined my life and I felt the need to write about it) (like,,, look at him!!)

summary: you’ve been happily crushing on changgu from a distance for the past year, but when you get cast as romeo and juliet in your school’s spring play, it suddenly hits you how much you actually like him - oh, and you have to kiss him multiple times, so that’s fun too

You can’t stop staring at the clock. The cast list is being released today, but you have no idea when. You checked outside the drama room as soon as you got to school, then again at lunch, but there was nothing. Now you’re dying for the bell to ring so you can check again.

Finally, you’re free to leave your stupid last period chemistry class. You grab your bag, and run out of the room without saying bye to your friends. It takes less than 2 minutes to run across the parking lot to the other building. When you get there, no one else is around. Thank god.

You hold your breath as you walk up to the drama room door. Your name better be at the top or else you’ll start a riot. You’ve spent the last 3 years playing supporting roles (some of them being male roles as well). This is your senior year, and if you’re not the female lead after all of this, you’ll be absolutely crushed.

The list is there. You immediately scan it for your name, ignoring everyone else. You find yourself on the second row, cast as Juliet. All your friends’ names are there too, cast as side characters. When you finally look at the first row, your heart almost stops.

Romeo........................... Yeo Changgu

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You met Changgu at some point last year, when your school did Twelfth Night. Technically, you knew him before, as you’re the same age, and he’s been in some of your classes, but you’d never actually spoken to him. He’d never taken a drama class, and he’d never been to a drama club meeting, so it seemed odd that he’d been cast as Sebastian.

After a few weeks of rehearsal, you understood why. In addition to being a great actor, he was extremely friendly. He worked insanely hard to memorize his lines and was off book earlier than everyone else. Like you, he showed up to rehearsal 10 minutes early whenever possible.

When you realized this, you started showing up later so you could avoid him. Although he was nice, he made you incredibly nervous. At first you thought it was because he was popular, but you soon came to realize it was because your idiotic self had a crush on him. Every interaction involved you forgetting how to speak. It’s like you lost all your brain cells every time you were in his presence. To be fair, you didn’t have many to begin with.

Plus, everyone knows you should never date a cast mate. Not that you’d date him. Because he’d never be into you, right?

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“Wait, y/n, does that mean you have to kiss him?”

“Oh my god, please stop.” You’re in your room, on FaceTime with your best friend. You haven’t even thought about that. You’re too concerned about having to speak to Changgu, never mind touching him- that’s too much for you to handle.

“I’m just saying,” your friend takes a sip of her bubble tea, “remember the play y’all did 2 years ago where there was a kiss?” You were shocked the two students playing the leads agreed to actually do it, but then again, you’ve never kissed anyone, so what do you know?

“I’m sure there are ways to fake it, or we can avoid it somehow.” You prop your phone up on your desk so you can go find your copy of Romeo and Juliet and look for any potential make out scenes.

“...... do you want to avoid it?”

“No,” you say without thinking.

“I knew you still had a crush on him. I should have joined drama club so I could see this all play out.” You roll your eyes and grab the book off your shelf. “I see the way you look at him.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

You friend puts her hand under her chin and stares off into the distance, imitating you. “Oh Changgu-”

“I’m gonna hang up on you,” you tell her, picking up your phone again.

“Wait no!” You end the call, but text her right away, saying your mum called you down for dinner. It’s a lie, but a believable one. You just need a minute to yourself to think about this.

It’s really not a big deal. A kiss is just a kiss. There’s a possibility Changgu might not even want to kiss you in the first place. You wouldn’t blame him. There’s no point in getting worked up about it just yet.

But still, you flip through your copy of the play, flagging down all the potential kiss scenes. When you’re about halfway through, your phone lights up. You’ve got a new email from your director.

Your first script reading is at the end of this week, which is good with you. That gives you enough time to read the play again and start thinking about your character.

Then your phone lights up again. It’s another email from your director, but it’s only addressed to two people.

Hey y/n and Changgu,

Congrats on being cast as our leads this semester! I have no doubt you’ll both do amazing.

As you probably already know, there are some kiss scenes in the play. I thought it might be a good idea for the three of us to meet before the script reading to talk about how that will play out.

Ultimately, it’s up to the two of you, so discuss amongst yourselves and then tell me what you think on Friday.

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Your goal for the next 24 hours is to avoid Changgu and Changgu-related thoughts. You’re not going to look for him to initiate any kind of kissing conversation. He can come to you whenever he wants.

Which happens to be as soon as you get to school the next day. You didn’t expect to see him so early in the morning. The only class you have together is chem so you assumed he would talk to you then, if at all.

“Hey y/n,” he calls from down the hall. You try to smile like a normal person, not someone who was thinking about making out with him all night.

“Hey,” you say awkwardly. You try to focus on stuffing your textbooks into your backpack so you don’t have to make eye contact. “What’s up?”

“Oh,” he smiles, “I just wanted to talk to you about the play.” It might just be your imagination, but he seems as nervous as you.

“Right, congrats on getting the lead role,” you say. “You deserve it.”

“Same to you,” he replies. “It’s about time you were recognized for your talent.” Your brain goes blank for a second. You can’t believe he’s complimenting you. You shake the thought out of your head but you’re pretty sure you’re blushing.

“I appreciate that.”

“So.....” You let him trail off, praying he’ll bring it up so you don’t have to. “About the email we got yesterday....” He looks so stressed out. You bite the bullet and say it yourself.

“The potential kissing thing.”

“Yes!” You frown at him. He seemed way too enthusiastic about that. “I mean, yes, the kiss thing, what are your thoughts on it?”

You take a second to think about it, because you don’t want to seem too eager. But god, for some reason he chooses this exact moment to run a hand through his hair and your poor fragile heart can’t handle that.

“Yes.” It’s his turn to frown. He looks so adorable when he’s confused. He looks adorable all the time. You’re crushing on him way too hard.

“Yes as in....?”

“Yes, I’ll kiss you.”

“Oh.” He seems shocked.

“I mean, unless you don’t want to kiss me, which is totally valid, I completely understand, I won’t be offended.”

He just smiles. “I’m cool with kissing you too.”

“Right, okay, cool, awesome, great.” Your awkwardness makes him laugh, which makes you feel a little bit better.

“Do you want me to reply to that email?” He asks. You nod.

“I’m not good at forming coherent sentences, so I think that’s probably a good idea.” You pick up your backpack. “Good talk.”

“Are you headed to north?” He asks. “I’ve got English over there, I can walk with you.”

“Oh.” You try to act like you’re not internally screaming. “Yeah, sure, of course.” You start to walk towards the stairs, and he follows you.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, y/n, it’s not like I’m about to make out with you right now.” You almost trip. “I’m just messing with you,” he says immediately, reaching out a hand to steady you.

“You better be,” you tell him, but you’re smiling.

“This is gonna be a fun semester,” is all he says in return.

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The meeting with your director only lasts 10 minutes. Changgu’s email was pretty clear, so the two of you don’t have much to say. Your director’s quite shocked you both agreed to kiss for real.

“We talked about it a couple days ago, so we’re all good.” You nod, agreeing with Changgu. You’re glad he’s taken the lead in this conversation.

“Are you sure?” Your director asks. “Last year one of my students said no because she didn’t want her first kiss to be a stage kiss. If that’s how you feel, you can totally say no.”

You know she’s talking to both of you, but she’s only looking at you. You wish you could sink into the floor.

“If either of us change our mind, we’ll talk about it and let you know,” Changgu replies. If you were on your own right now, you’d probably cry out of embarrassment.

But thanks to Changgu, everything is fine. As far as you’re concerned, he doesn’t know you’re a 17 year old loser who hasn’t had her first kiss yet. That’s a win in your books.

“Alright,” is all she says. The two of you are dismissed and you immediately run out into the hallway. Changgu’s close behind.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you lie.

Thankfully, he changes the subject. You talk about your chemistry class for a while, as you have a test coming up. There’s a practice question he got stuck on, so he asks for your opinion. The two of you sit outside the drama room comparing notes until everyone else shows up.

The next 3 weeks are all about blocking and memorizing lines. Midterms are soon, so everyone is just struggling to get by. Your director doesn’t mention anything about your solo scenes with Changgu. You assume she knows you two are her best actors so she’s not worried. Hopefully she’ll leave it till the last minute so you don’t have to think about it.

As for your relationship with Changgu, you’re much more comfortable around him. The first time you do the party scene and have to waltz with him, you’re incredibly anxious. It turns out Changgu has never waltzed before, so you have to walk him through the steps. Your nervousness fades as you both focus on getting the dance right. When you finally do, he’s so happy, it’s adorable.

After that, you start talking to him more. Because you’re the leads, you’re closer with him than anyone else on the cast. You would call him your friend, but you still have that stupid crush on him. You try to forget about it, but the two of you are spending so much time together. If you’re not acting, you’re helping with other drama related things, like painting sets and finding props.

On one of these days, you’re talking to Changgu about prom. It’s all anyone in your grade is talking about right now. Neither of you have decided if you’re going, even though all your friends are. You’re talking about how expensive the tickets are, when you notice one of your cast mates watching you from a distance. You keep talking to Changgu for a while, before heading off to check your phone.

She walks over to you while you’re texting your mum.

“I saw you and Changgu talking.....” she says awkwardly. You look up and smile. You have no idea where she’s going with this. “Are you two a thing?”

You frown. “Um no, why do you ask?”

“It just seems like you’re really close,” she says. You put your phone away and grab your water bottle. She follows you as you walk back over to Changgu. He’s getting paint to work on one of the backdrops.

“We’re just friends,” you tell her. You know you probably don’t have a chance when it comes to Changgu. If someone else wants to go after him, you won’t stop them. He’s not yours.

“Who’s just friends?” He asks when he sees the two of you walking over. You freeze for a second.

“You and y/n,” your cast mate says. You watch Changgu’s face to see if he’ll have any kind of reaction. He doesn’t.

“Oh, I thought that was common knowledge.” You smirk.

“I was just wondering,” your cast mate shrugs. “You two have chemistry.”

“Fifth period,” you respond awkwardly. She gives you a blank stare but Changgu laughs. You’re thankful he understands your stupid sense of humour.

“Right, I’m gonna go help with props.” Once she’s gone, you take a few sips of your water, not sure what to say now that you and Changgu are alone.

“Do people actually think we’re a couple now?” You keep drinking. “I guess we’re just really good actors.”

“Haha, yeah.” You put your water bottle down and reach for one of the paints. He hands it to you and your hands brush for a second. You jump a little but he just smiles. It’s so annoying he has this effect on you. You’re probably going to forget all your lines after he kisses you. The entire play’s going to fall apart because you’re lowkey falling in love with him.

“I meant to ask you,” Changgu says, breaking your thoughts. “We should run lines together.”

“Don’t we?” During chem sometimes, you’ll sit in the back with him, helping him memorize some of them. It’s easier for him than doing it alone. That’s what he says, anyway.

“I mean we should focus on the scenes between just me and you.” That shocks you. “We don’t have to, I just thought it might be a good idea since we’ll have to start blocking those soon.” He has a point. So far, your director’s only worked on group scenes.

“Yeah, sure,” you tell him. “That makes sense.” It’s just like rehearsal, you tell yourself. It’ll just be you two. Alone.

“Are you free tomorrow? You have 4th period lunch, right?” You nod. “I can meet you outside north and we can sit on the bleachers. It should be quieter out there.”

“Sure, that’s fine.” You don’t really know what to say. It’s just lunch with Changgu. It’s not a date or anything. It’s purely business, nothing else. That’s what you keep telling yourself.

You really wish it was something else though.

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Changgu: I’m going to run to McDonald’s before we meet up

Changgu: can I get you anything? 😃

You try to discreetly reply to him under your desk. You’re not supposed to be on your phone during data management, but when you saw it light up you had to check.

y/n: if you could get me an iced coffee, I’ll love you forever 🥺

The second after you send it, you realize what you’ve said. Hopefully he won’t think anything of it. You put your phone down and try to focus on your textbook, but it buzzes again.

Changgu: anything for my juliet 😌

Changgu: do you want any food?

This boy is going to ruin your life. You’re sure you’re blushing now, but no one’s paying attention to you, thank god.

y/n: I’m good but I appreciate your kind offer

Changgu: if you say so

Changgu: you can always have some of my fries if you change your mind

“Aw,” you say out loud. Your best friend, sitting next to you, gives you a weird look, but you ignore her.

Changgu: I’ll see you in like half an hour

You send him a thumbs up emoji and put your phone face down on your desk. No Changgu thoughts for the rest of this period.

When class is over, your best friend asks if you’ll have lunch with her. You lie and say you have some English homework to work on in the library. Thankfully she doesn’t question you. You’ll tell her about what happens with Changgu afterwards anyway. You don’t want to make a big deal of it just yet.

When you get to the bleachers, Changgu’s already there, script in hand. He’s got two iced coffees next to him. He hands you one when you sit down.

“Thank you,” you chug about half of it. “I needed that.”

“Clearly.” He takes a sip of his own drink. “How was your morning?” He offers you some fries, so you take a handful.

“It was okay,” you tell him. You’re confused as to why he’s making conversation with you. Your lunch break is only 45 minutes long. You figured he’d just want to rehearse for a while and leave. You won’t complain if he wants to spend all his time with you, you’re just shocked. “How about you?”

“Not too bad.” He hands his script to you. “I think I finally have the last monologue memorized.”

“Let’s hear it then.” You grab a pen out of your backpack.

“Are you gonna take notes?” You nod.

“Don’t you want feedback?”

“Of course,” he says. “You’re just making me nervous.” You laugh at the irony.

“You’ll be fine,” you reassure him. “Go on.”

He runs a hand through his hair and you temporarily lose your focus. When he starts talking, you’re snapped back to reality.

You underline some parts where he should slow down, and star some areas where he needs to work on facial expressions. About halfway through, you put your pen down and just listen to him.

When he notices, he stops. “What happened? Was I that bad?” You shake your head.

“You’re doing great,” you say. “I just like watching you.” He blushes at that.

You read him the last line he did, and he keeps going. He really is a good actor. You already knew that, but sitting here, just the two of you, makes you appreciate his talent even more.

When he gets to the end, he picks up his iced coffee, pretending it’s poison. “Here’s to my love,” he says, taking a sip. You can’t help but laugh. He breaks character and laughs with you. “What are your thoughts?”

“That last bit was amazing, please do that during the real thing.” You glance down at the script and your notes. As you scan the page, you realize he left out the last two lines. Thus with a kiss I die is where your eyes land.

“y/n?” You look back up at him and smile.

“Sorry.” You go through all your comments, making sure to praise him at certain parts too. When his eyes light up, you start to feel nervous again. That monologue was just a reminder that you’ll have to kiss him soon, and that thought alone gives you so much anxiety.

“Your turn,” he says, taking the script from you. “Wait, where’s your copy?”

“Lemme get it.” You open your bag but you can’t stop thinking about the kiss. Once you get the script, you sit back up and face him. He reaches for it but you don’t hand it to him.

“What?” You hesitate for a second. You could just keep running lines with him and try to forget about it. Or you could tell him what’s on your mind so you don’t have to keep worrying about what he’s going to say. “y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.” You look into his eyes and he looks so genuinely concerned. Up until now you thought this was just a crush, but in this moment, you’re convinced you’re going to fall in love with him.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You’re scared to look at him. He probably thinks you’re a complete loser. When you open your eyes, he doesn’t look disgusted, which is a good start.

“Okay.” You frown. “What’s wrong with that?” If he was anyone else, you would think they’re teasing you, but you can tell he genuinely doesn’t mind.

“I just thought it might be weird.”

“It’s not weird.” He finishes his iced coffee and puts the empty cup next to his backpack. “I’m just surprised you’re cool with me being your first kiss.”

“Are you joking?” You say without thinking. He looks confused now. Surely he knows you have a crush on him. “You’re so nice, and talented, and thoughtful, and cute, and I’m just really glad to have you as a....“ You hesitate for a second, not sure if you should call him your friend. He doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence.

“You think I’m cute?” He’s smiling at you.

“Shut up.” You go to hit him with your script, but he grabs your hand before you can.

“I have an idea.”

“I’m sorry, what?” It’s your turn to be confused now.

“Do you want your first kiss to be a stage kiss?” He asks.

“I already told you, I don’t really mind.”

“No,” he says. “I mean, do you want it to be us in front of the entire cast kissing for the first time during rehearsal?”

“What other option is there?”

“I could kiss you now.” You pull your hand away from him. “I’m being serious y/n.” You take a sip of your iced coffee so you can think for a second. “You said you want your first kiss to be me, right?”

“Want isn’t the word I would use but yes, okay.” He smiles at that.

“And we’re going to have to kiss each other quite a lot, yes?”

“Probably.” You’re blushing at this point. You suddenly become aware of how little space there is between the two of you. It would be so easy for him to just lean in-

“So why not get the first time over with?” You gasp, which makes him laugh. “I just mean.....” he trails off.

“You just mean what, Changgu?” You know he’s being considerate and genuine, but there’s still a small part of you that thinks he might be messing with you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You swear your heart almost stops, but you nod anyway, leaning into him. He meets you halfway, and you close your eyes. You’re expecting a split second peck, but he gently presses his lips to yours. It’s clear he doesn’t want to push your boundaries. When you part your lips slightly, he deepens the kiss. That catches you off guard. He must sense it, because he pulls away.

“Was that okay?” He whispers. You can’t stop yourself from grinning. You wish you could kiss him again, right now.

“It was more than okay.” He laughs and kisses your cheek. That surprises you.

“Sorry,” he says. “You’re just really cute.”

“What?” Your eyes go wide. He’s definitely blushing now. This boy just kissed you, on the bleachers, in broad daylight, without second thought. But he’s blushing because he said you’re cute.

He ignores you and glances at his phone. “We have 5 minutes before chem, should we head over?”

“What is happening?” You say quietly. He smirks and puts his script back into his bag. You just sit and watch in shock.

He thinks you’re cute. Yeo Changgu thinks you’re cute. And he kissed you. What the hell?

“Let’s go.” He hands you your pen from earlier.

“Right.” You take it from him and throw it in your bag. You don’t know how you manage to stand up and follow him to class, but somehow, you do.

When you get to your class, he sits with his friends and you find yours. They ask how your lunch break was and where you got off to. You tell them the same lie from earlier.

You can’t stop thinking about Changgu for the rest of the day. You were into him to begin with, but now you’ve definitely fallen. You really hope it’s the same for him.

===

“He kissed you?” You were afraid your best friend would be mad at you for not telling her about your lunch date earlier, but she’s just as confused as you. You called her the second you got home so you two could figure out what the hell Changgu’s thinking.

“Twice.”

“Oh my god y/n, he definitely likes you.”

“What?” You suspect it too, but it’s nice to know she has the same idea.

“He literally asked if he could kiss you, obviously he wanted to.”

“Perhaps you have a point...” You avoid looking at her. “He sent me a text a little while ago.”

“What does it say?”

“I’ll send you a screenshot.” You put the call on hold for a second so you can go to your messages. Your response was kind of lame, and you know she’ll call you out on it, but you send her the picture anyway.

“y/n,” your friend says as soon as you resume the call. “Let me know when you want to rehearse our scenes again, smiley face.”

“He’s just being nice.”

“No he’s not, he’s looking for an excuse to be alone with you again.”

“You honestly think he likes me?” You ask quietly.

“I do.” She looks at the screenshot again. “He was clearly flirting with you earlier as well, anything for my juliet, I get why you’re so into him.”

You roll your eyes. “I really, really like him,” you tell her. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Keep doing whatever you’re doing, cause it seems like he’s into it,“ she says. “But you have to make a move at some point.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Don’t be such a wimp.” She says. “You’ve liked him for how long? And we’re graduating soon anyway, if he rejects you, you don’t have to see him again.”

“True,” you say, “but I’m not asking him out anytime soon.”

“Let me know how that works out for you.” You roll your eyes, but you’re grateful she’s willing to give you advice. If you didn’t have her you’d be googling things like how to get someone to fall in love with you, which would just be sad.

You can do this, you tell yourself. Changgu obviously likes you to some extent, all you have to do is make him fall for you and then you’ll be set. You’ve got this.

===

It’s 2 weeks until opening night, and you and Changgu are doing amazing. Since your kiss on the bleachers, you’ve stopped avoiding him all the time. In fact, you’d say you initiate about half of your conversations with him now.

He seems down in rehearsal one day, so you text him when you get home, to make sure everything is okay. He admits he’s not totally confident in his acting skills, especially compared to you. That surprises you, but you tell him that you sometimes feel the same way, but it’s not something to be too worried about. You remind him you’re in this together, which makes him feel significantly better. Before you know it, it’s 3am and you’re both still talking to each other. This becomes your new normal.

You’re seeing Changgu in chem and during rehearsal, but you spend your time coming home thinking about what you could say to him next. Normally by the time you think of something, you already have a message from him. He understands your sense of humour, and before you know it, the two of you have tons of inside jokes. Even if you can’t think of something to say, you’re able to find the perfect meme to send him instead. Your crush on him has grown exponentially in the month and a half you’ve been in this play together. You feel like it might be the same for him.

It seems like other people are picking up on it too. The first time Changgu kisses you in front of everyone, they’re shocked with how comfortable you are with each other. Someone jokes that this probably isn’t the first time you’ve kissed but you both laugh awkwardly and change the subject.

Originally, your director had quite a few kissing scenes, but she decides it’s overkill after a couple of run throughs.

“This is too steamy for Shakespeare,” she tells you one day.

“We’re not making out,” you say, trying not to blush. You and Changgu have probably kissed onstage over 100 times, but it still makes you feel a certain way if you think about it for too long.

“I can feel the passion between the two of you, you may as well be.” You make a shocked face at Changgu, who’s standing a couple metres away, also listening to this conversation. That makes him laugh.

“If you say so.”

She changes some of the scenes to Changgu kissing your hand, or you holding his, just to make it less affectionate. She’s constantly reminding you Romeo and Juliet were children, which makes you both cringe.

You thought your favourite scene would be the one where Romeo and Juliet first meet, but it’s not. You prefer the second act, where Romeo monologues and you sit outside on the balcony. It gives you the wonderful opportunity to sit and listen to Changgu speak. Even if he is acting, you feel like there’s some sort of truth in his words. You got so distracted during the first full run through that you forgot your lines. Someone offstage had to prompt you, which was insanely embarrassing. Thankfully Changgu wasn’t phased, he just went back and started his monologue again. You made an active effort to focus this time, and you were okay after that.

Although Changgu has his lines down perfectly, he still asks you to run them with him during chemistry since the two of you are always done your coursework so early. You’re starting to think your best friend might be right, and that he does just want to spend time with you. After rehearsal one day, you decide to shoot your shot.

“Changgu,” you say, walking over to where he’s putting some props away backstage. “Do you wanna maybe meet up tomorrow and we can like, work on lines or blocking or waltzing or all of the above or something.” It all comes out in a jumbled mess because you’re speaking so fast. You should’ve texted him and asked instead of doing it in person.

“I’m gonna need you to say that again,” he says, with a smile on his face. You take a deep breath.

“I was asking if you want to run lines again tomorrow,” you look into his eyes. “Just me and you.”

You might be imagining it, but it seems like he’s flustered. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

“We don’t have to-”

“No, I want to.” Your heart rate’s definitely gone up now. “Bleachers?”

You shake your head. “Come here,” you gesture around you. “It’ll be empty at lunch.”

“Sure,” he says, glancing at his phone. His smile fades. “I’m so sorry, I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“For sure,” you say. “See you then.”

===

You get to the theatre before Changgu the next day, which makes you panic for a second. He’s not the kind of guy who would ditch you like that, but you’re still scared. Until you check your phone and see a message saying he’s running a little late.

You take the opportunity to practice some of your monologues alone. You know your lines and you can do them fine when you’re with the rest of the cast, but for some reason, when you’re on your own, your flow gets so messed up. You pace around the stage, saying your lines to yourself, practicing your intonation. Your hand’s moving up and down as you figure out the rise and fall of each sentence.

You’re so caught up in yourself that you’re startled when you notice Changgu sitting in the front row, eating candy.

“Jesus Christ,” you say, jumping off the stage. “How long have you been here?”

“Only a couple of minutes,” he reaches into his bag and pulls out a box of Smarties. You take it from him.

“Let’s go,” you say, after you pop a couple in your mouth. You keep eating them as you walk up the stairs to the stage.

Once you’re both onstage, you run through your major scenes together. You skip over the monologues because you only have about 20 minutes before chemistry.

When Changgu goes in for the kiss during the party scene, you turn your head so he winds up kissing your cheek instead.

“What was that for?” He asks, breaking character. You point at the clock on the wall.

“5 minutes till class.” You head over to the stairs at the side of the stage so you can get your backpack, but Changgu grabs your hand.

“Wait.” You turn around and hold his gaze. “Skip chem and stay here.” You’ve held his hand so many times over the past month, you interlock your fingers without second thought. It’s just a habit at this point.

“What?” You’re surprised he’s willing to skip class just to stay with you a little longer. You’re more than happy to, but you just need a moment for this to sink in.

“We don’t have a test, we aren’t going to miss anything important,” he says. “Even if we do, we’re the smartest people in that class, we’ll be fine.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“So stay with me a little bit longer.” You nod, because you don’t trust yourself to form a coherent sentence right now.

You follow him to the centre of the stage, where he just sits down on the floor. You don’t question it and sit down next to him, facing the empty auditorium. You can’t believe this is your last time performing on this stage.

“What are you thinking about?” Changgu asks. He’s still holding your hand, and he kisses the back of it. You’re so thrown off by how affectionate he’s being right now. But you aren’t complaining. “You seem like you’re deep in thought.”

“I just can’t believe this is my last show here,” you reply. “I’ve spent four years on this stage, it feels weird having to leave.”

“You’re going out on a good note,” he says. You nod in agreement.

“I’m excited,” you tell him. “Opening night is always fun.”

“Is it?” He doesn’t seem too sure. “I find it more nerve wracking than anything.”

You gasp. “Don’t tell me Yeo Changgu gets stage fright.”

“I don’t,” he says immediately. “I just don’t want to disappoint anyone, you know?”

“You don’t, and you won’t.” You bump your shoulder against his. “Everyone loves you.”

“Do you love me?” You can’t tell if he’s joking. You decide to answer honestly.

“I definitely like you, if that counts for anything.”

“It counts for a lot.” He pulls his hand away from yours and you let out a small gasp, sad he’s moving away. He laughs at that but turns around. When Changgu lies down with his head in your lap, you’re even more caught off guard. You don’t know what he’s playing at anymore, but this almost feels natural for the two of you. You’re not uncomfortable, just surprised.

“Is this okay?” He asks. When you say yes, he smiles. “So tell me more y/n, what’s this about liking me?”

You roll your eyes. “I wish I never said anything.”

“No, you don’t.” You look down at him. You’re about 80% sure he likes you back. All the late night texts, and inside jokes, and the way he’s looking at you right now makes it seem like he does anyway.

“No, I don’t.”

“Good.”

“Is it?” You frown.

“Yeah,” he says. “Cause I like you too.”

“Don’t play with me.”

“I’m not!” He says right away. “I swear I’m being serious.” He seems genuinely concerned that you don’t believe him, which is incredibly cute.

“Tell me more then, when did you know?”

“Second rehearsal, I think. I mean I’ve kind of liked you since Twelfth Night, but recently I’ve been like really crushing on you.” You’re surprised at how quickly he answers. “Right before second rehearsal, you were just outside here, running lines like you were earlier today.”

“What’s so special about that?” You absentmindedly start playing with his hair, which makes him jump. You move your hand away as quickly as possible.

“No, it’s okay,” he says quietly. You run your fingers through his hair again, slowly this time. The sigh he lets out has your mind wandering to dangerous places.

“Anyway,” he breaks your thoughts. “You know that thing you do with your hand, while you’re speaking, to try and get the flow of your speech right?”

“Uh, yeah.” You don’t know where he’s going with this.

“You kind of look like you’re conducting an orchestra or something.” You still don’t understand what about that makes him like you. When you look down and make eye contact with him again, he’s smiling up at you in such a cute way that you have to look away immediately. You’re scared you might do something dumb, like kiss him. Which wouldn’t really work in this scenario anyway since you’d have to bend down weirdly, it’s just not worth it. You keep playing with his hair instead. “And when you get a line wrong, you don’t get flustered the way I do. You just laugh and move on.”

“Well, yeah,” you shrug, “what’s the point in getting upset?”

“I wish I had that sort of mindset. Do you know how great you are, y/n?” You can’t help blushing at that. “And you’re ridiculously cute.”

“Says you,” you mutter. He sits up and turns around so he can face you. “What are you doing?” He’s so close to you, it makes you slightly anxious.

“I just want to look at you,” he says. His eyes are completely focused on yours but you’re not scared. You just don’t know what to say. So naturally you wind up saying something stupid.

“Shut up.” He doesn’t even blink.

“Make me.”

You know he wants to kiss you, and you definitely want to kiss him, but you’re still hesitant. You lean into him slightly, letting him make the next move. He gives you a quick kiss and then pulls away. But then he does it again, and again. You keep waiting for him to kiss you properly, but he won’t stop teasing you.

“Changgu,” you whine after he pulls away for the 5th time.

“What?” He laughs. You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you. He’s surprised at first, but then his arm’s around you and you melt into his touch.

You give him a light kiss, and finally, he gives you want you want. His other hand makes its way into your hair to hold you in place as he deepens the kiss. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as he places kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You can’t help but let out a small moan. He pulls back for a second, looking shocked.

“Sorry,” you say awkwardly. He smirks.

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispers. When he kisses you again, you smile.

You have no idea how much time has gone by when you two finally separate. He rests his forehead against yours, while you try to slow your heart rate down. This boy’s going to be the death of you.

“Was that okay?” He asks, quietly. He sounds a little scared, like he doesn’t want to push you too far. You appreciate that more than he could know.

“So good,” you murmur, opening your eyes. You give him another quick kiss before you sit back, putting some space between the two of you. Otherwise, you won’t let go of him. He doesn’t seem to care, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer the second you move away.

“Thank god,” he says. You take his hand and place it flat against your chest so he can feel how fast your heart is beating.

“You’re not good for my health,” you tell him. He just smiles and moves your hand to his chest. His heart’s beating just as fast as yours.

“The feeling’s mutual.” You laugh at that.

“You have to be careful though,” you tell him, “you can’t start kissing me like that onstage. I’ll forget all my lines.”

He smirks. “Don’t worry, I’ll save it for when we’re alone.” Your jaw drops. “Do I really make you that flustered?” You nod, as his hand finds it’s way into your hair again.

“It’s not my fault,” you reply, avoiding eye contact, “you’re the one who doesn’t kiss by the book, Romeo.”

“I’m not Romeo right now,” he says, quietly, turning your head to look at him. “I’m Changgu, and I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

“I feel like this is fever dream.” He laughs at that.

“Why?”

“I like you so, so, so much,” you tell him. “I have for a long time.”

“Sorry it took me so long to clue in.”

“Damn right, you should be sorry.” You both laugh at that.

Suddenly, the bell rings and you jump away from each other. When you glance at the clock, you notice it’s only 5 more minutes until rehearsal starts.

“We need to get ourselves together,” you say, getting up. You pull Changgu up with you and head towards your backpacks.

“Don’t you think you should let go of my hand?” He asks. You let go of him immediately, not sure what that means. “I just don’t want to be awkward in front of other people.” He says, running a hand through his hair. You just nod because he kind of has a point. You can’t think about it too much right now, you need to focus on the play.

While you’re getting your script out and fixing your hair, everyone else shows up. You all go through the play start to finish one time, and it’s close to perfect. When you’re finished, everyone sits in a circle onstage. You wind up next to Changgu, of course.

Your director gives out notes while you try to forget you were making out with him in the same spot just a while ago. You nervously fidget with your hair, which winds up in you accidentally touching your neck, and then you start thinking about Changgu’s lips there-

“y/n,” his voice says from next to you. Your eyes snap open, you hadn’t even realized you closed them.

“What?” You give him a dirty look. Does he know you got distracted because of him?

“Did you hear that?” He points to your director, who’s looking at you expectantly, just like everyone else in your cast. You try hard not to blush.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” You punch Changgu in the arm, which just makes him roll his eyes. Your director notices, but she doesn’t say anything.

Once you’re done with that, the entire cast gets lectured on how the next week’s going to go down. All of you are insanely tired already, you’re scared as to what you’ll be like in a couple of days.

When you glance beside you, you notice Changgu yawning. He was taking notes but it seems like he’s given up at this point, throwing his pen and script to the side. You move closer to him, and take them both so you can keep up with everything your director’s saying. You don’t want either of you to miss anything.

He smiles and mouths “thanks” when he notices. You’re writing down final reminders when Changgu’s head winds up on your shoulder. You and your cast mate across the room make eye contact. He frowns at you and you immediately look away, trying to ignore how close Changgu is to you right now.

When you put the pen down, Changgu immediately takes your hand. You don’t fight him, but it makes you smile. You’re definitely going to tease him about this later.

When you’re finally done, Changgu gets up and takes his script back from you. He promises to send you pictures of it later. You’re okay with that because it gives him a reason to keep talking to you.

That night, you’re lying in bed, trying to go to sleep when it hits that you have no idea where you stand with him. Are you a couple now? Are you still friends? You’ve never dated anyone before so you don’t know how this works.

You think about it some more, but you don’t want to get distracted so soon before opening night. You tell yourself you’ll confront him about it after the show’s over. You don’t want to make things complicated now.

===

Opening night is so much better than you could have imagined. The entire cast was perfect, everyone’s performance was amazing, you had so much fun. When the play was over, your family gave you the biggest hugs. They complimented Changgu on his performance too, which made him blush.

The rest of the shows are also great. As much as you enjoy being onstage, the rush of getting ready beforehand is even better. You take it upon yourself to do Changgu’s makeup, which winds up in him flirting with you and you kissing him when no one’s looking just to shut him up.

Your last night is the best night. All of you put so much work into this show, and it truly pays off. When you do your curtain call next to Changgu, neither of you can stop smiling. There’s no way you could’ve done the show without him.

When the curtains close, he pulls you in for a hug. The fact that you’re ending high school with a bang, and you’re in the arms of the boy you’ve had a crush on for so long makes you think you’ve never been so happy in your life.

Once the entire cast has changed back into their day clothes, you pile into your friends’ cars to drive to Pizza Hut. Your director promised to buy you all dinner when you were finally finished the production.

You and Changgu split up and go in different cars. On the way, all your friends ask if you two are dating. You tell them no of course not, but they don’t believe you. It feels nice to have a kind of boyfriend. You still need to figure that out. But for now, you just want to enjoy the night with your friends.

When you get to the restaurant, you all sit down at the biggest table they have. It’s almost 9:30, so it’s pretty empty, thankfully.

The group orders tons of pizza and drinks, and you all reminisce while eating. It’s bittersweet for you. A lot of the younger cast mates tell you how much they’ll miss you and what an awesome job you did. You’d probably cry if you weren’t still wearing your stage makeup.

After you eat, everyone argues over what to get for dessert. You’re sitting back, laughing, when Changgu makes eye contact with you from across the table. He smiles and gestures to his phone. You take yours out of your bag and there’s a text from him.

Changgu: come outside with me

You look back up at him but he’s already standing up and walking towards the door. You tell your friend you’ll be back and follow him.

The air outside is a little cool but it’s a nice feeling after being cramped inside with so many people.

You look to your left and Changgu’s sitting on a bench there. You sit down cross legged, facing him.

“Why did you ask me to come out here?”

“I wanted to be alone with you for a minute.” He absentmindedly takes your hand.

“Well, we’re alone.” You’re starting to get scared now. What if he tells you he doesn’t want a relationship and everything that happened between you two was just for the play? You don’t know what you’ll do if that happens. A chill rushes through you and you shudder.

“Are you cold?” Changgu asks, right away, moving closer to you. You shake your head, but he takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders anyway.

“Why are you being so romantic right now?” You stick your arms through the sleeves. The jacket smells like him, which makes you feel some type of way. You wish you could keep it forever. “You can drop the act, Romeo.”

“I just want everyone inside to know you’re mine.” That takes a second for your brain to process.

“Yours?”

“I mean,” he looks nervous. “If you want to be.”

“Are you dumb?” He looks really scared now, which makes you smile. “Of course I do.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. You’ve kissed tons of times, but this feels different. Good different. When he pulls away, he kisses your forehead. You can’t stop smiling.

“Wait,” you say, leaning back a little. Your arms are still wrapped around him. He frowns. “Are you my boyfriend now?”

“Um, yes?”

“Oh my god,” you say to yourself. “I can’t believe it.” That makes him laugh.

“My girlfriend’s so cute.” Hearing him say that feels almost euphoric.

“You’re such a dork.”

“I,” he kisses you. “Yeo Changgu,” he kisses you again. “Am all,” another kiss. “Yours.”

You genuinely can’t stop smiling, you don’t even have words. You just look at him in awe.

“Wait,” he says, wiping the side of your mouth with his thumb. “I messed up your lipstick, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you tell him. “It won’t be the last time.” It’s his turn to blush. You pick up your phone to check your reflection. You look fine, thankfully.

“We should go back inside, shouldn’t we?” He asks.

“I don’t want to.”

“Me neither.” That makes you laugh, but you get up anyway.

He takes your hand as you both walk back into the restaurant. No one’s noticed you left, and no one notices when you two sit down beside each other.

You all eat dessert, and then your director makes a nice little speech about how well you all did and how proud she is of you.

She’s sitting down, when you stand up. You don’t even know why. Everyone seems kind of surprised.

“Sorry,” you say. “I wanted to say something too.” You glance at Changgu, who’s smiling at you. He takes your hand, which gives you some courage.

“Go ahead, y/n.”

“As you all know, this is my last show with you. It’s been so exciting, and I can’t think of a better way to end my high school career. Theatre has connected me with so many amazing people,” Changgu squeezes your hand, which flusters you a little bit. “I’m just really grateful to have met you all and I’m going to miss you like hell.”

Everyone claps and raises their glasses for you, which makes you roll your eyes a bit, but you appreciate it anyway. You’re about to sit down when you suddenly remember.

“Wait!” Everyone looks at you again. “One more thing.”

You sit down next to Changgu and pull him in for a kiss in front of everyone. There are some gasps, lots of people saying they knew it, some people clap for the two of you. Changgu kisses your cheek before the two of you let go of each other.

“We saw you making out outside earlier,” someone next to you says. You and Changgu both make shocked faces at each other.

“We all knew it would happen,” says someone else.

“I’m so confused,” one of the freshman at the other end of the table says. “Changgu and y/n? That makes no sense.”

His friend sitting next to him smacks him, which makes you all laugh.

All in all, everyone’s insanely happy for you, and you’re incredibly thankful.

Although you’re sad your last high school play has come to an end, it’s okay. You made the most of your time, and things ended on an amazing note.

As for Changgu, you know you have so much more to do with him. You’ll go to prom, graduate, spend the entire summer together, go on cute dates, and kiss him again and again and again.

But for now, holding his hand under the table, surrounded by some of your closest friends, laughing and having fun - that’s more than enough for you.

#pentagon #yeo one #changgu #yeo one scenario #yeo one imagine #pentagon scenario #pentagon imagine #changgu scenario #changgu imagine #kpop #fluff #uninet

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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Omg! Im not British but I did a levels because I went to a British school!! It was such a //mess// I still can’t believe that yeah I did that?? And now I’m in uni But I got an A* in chem so :D I USED TO LOVE IT SO MUCH. Now all everyone does is flirt with my chem professor through zoom because he’s kinda hot 💀 He gets the “nice hands” or “ The way you drew that isomer is spectacular” in the chat every class. I TURN RED AND IM NOT HIM. He just chuckles and is like I appreciate that. Yes being a first year was lonley!! Make lots of study buddies! That’ll help a l o t. I was so shy in my first year now I’ve lost all sense of shame. 😌

Ur so precious so u will defo make lots of friends and survive it all!!

ohhh right yeah igy cause my old best friend was from spain and used to go to a british school there! AN A* SO YOURE GOOD GOOD AT CHEM👀you fully have it in you to do well at university i believe in you!!! and omg sgshsgs reading that makes me😳like but like hehe i love when people compliment molecules like i was watching one of my biochem lectures and the lecturer is so cute!! (like he’s an old man cute sorta way like aww) and he kept calling the protein molecules and configuration beautiful ahahahaha

i hope i can🥺i don’t have anything irl for uni and the only people i have on snap are 2 people from my lab group/tutor group (+ one of them we only spoke once on zoom BARELY in a breakout room and then he randomly added me) and the other two they’re super sweet but i struggle making connections with people for frisnds and what’s why covid needs to goo!!!!! so i can meet people!!!!!! and also go on dates and hook up with people and not worry about catching covid if we kiss ahahaha lost all sense of shame i’m glad!!!

okay i really rambled on here i’m sorry ahahaha but thank you so much🥺🥺you’re super sweet and i hope so too!!!

#interacting #sweetheart asks <3 #i have a lecture rn in 10 mins and i overslept so yes i will do it in bed #lostsealscreams

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beautifultypewriter · 4 years

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Well Played ~ Knights of Camelot

Requested: Yes / by @libbyangelofthelord

Warnings: Pranks (nothing mean or sadistic)

Word Count: 2,392 (I’m so sorry)

Pairing: None. Platonic relationships between the reader, Merlin, the knights, Gwen, Arthur, and Morgana

Summary: It’s a college AU! Reader is the victim of their friends’ latest prank. With the help of Morgana, Gwen, and a reluctant Arthur, Reader decides to get revenge.

A/N: I decided to make this a more modern AU and I thought putting everyone in college would be fun. Hope you’re okay with that!

If there was ever a time when you hated working off campus, it was now. Now, as you jogged to your car, unlocking the door with your key fob. Now, as you watched two purple balloons float gently to the pavement of the parking lot. With furrowed eyebrows, you looked up to see that your car had been filled entirely with gold and purple balloons. You stood completely still, staring at what you hoped was a figment of your imagination. There was no way you were going to be able to get to work on time; not with all of these balloons needing to be popped. Loud laughter drew your attention away from the disaster in front of you and you turned to see your friends not even twenty feet away. Gwaine was at the head of the pack, clearly the mastermind behind this prank. They moved closer to you and your confusion and worry turned to anger. They only grinned at you though, seemingly proud of what they would consider a genius idea. You probably would have laughed too, if this little prank didn’t mean that you were going to be late for work. “Need some help, Y/N?” Gwaine chuckled and you turned your angry eyes to him.

“What is wrong with you?” You looked at each of the five men in front of you, “All of you.” Leon was the only one who looked a bit ashamed of his actions. The rest were too busy stifling their laughter.

Percival was the next to speak, “Oh come on, can’t you take a joke?”

You turned to your car and started sweeping the balloons onto the pavement, “Not when they make me late for work.” Morgana and Gwen had just gotten out of class and were on their way back to the dorm when they saw you struggling and came over to see what had happened. Gwen immediately went to the other side of the car and started sweeping balloons out.

Morgana had other ideas, as she strolled over to the group of five, “No doubt you geniuses are to blame for this.”

Gwaine laughed, “It’s just a prank, Morgana. No need to take up arms about it.”

She waved him off, “Oh, just get out of here with your silly pranks.” The guys laughed again, but they followed her directions and ambled off to the quad. Morgana came over and started helping you cleanup the balloons, “Honestly, they think they’re so funny. I’m getting a little sick of their pranks.” You nodded, your attention solely on your car. Morgana gasped and you turned quickly to face her. She had what could only be described as an evil smirk on her face as she stared back at you, “How about some revenge?” Your own smirk spread across your lips as you processed her words.

“Morgana, I think that would be lovely.”

“Please, Arthur.”

The blonde man sighed as he continued to highlight his notes, “Why should I help you create a mess in my dorm?”

Morgana smiled at him, “Because you want to see Merlin be pranked as much as we do.”

Gwen, who was sat next to her boyfriend, laughed, “She’s right, you know.” Arthur glared at her before turning back to his notes. You were sure that was going to be the end of it, but you were surprised when Arthur motioned to his backpack.

“Key’s in the side pocket.” You and Morgana grinned at each other as you reached over and pulled the key from the bag. Morgana grabbed the bag of supplies that you had brought with you and started walking backwards, towards Arthur and Merlin’s dorm building.

You followed her quickly, tossing one last thanks over your shoulder, “You are the best, Arthur.” You waved to your friend, “See you later, Gwen.” She waved back and then you and Morgana were off. You only had an hour before Merlin’s chem lab ended and you had a lot to do.

You brushed your hands over your jeans after putting the finishing touch on your revenge for Merlin, “Okay, so Merlin should just be getting out of class now and it’s a five minute walk back to the dorm.” Morgana nodded and you sighed, “Let’s wait in the hall.” She nodded again and grabbed her bag before following you into the hall and carefully pulling the door closed behind her.

“This is going to be so good.”

You nodded and pulled her away from the door, “I can’t wait to see his face.” She laughed with you and the two of you moved down the hall, deciding to act like you were just coming down the hall at the same time as Merlin. Morgana was the lookout, as you continually checked your watch. Your head snapped up when Morgana started to hit your shoulder.

“Here he comes.” You both stood up straight and composed yourselves as you moved down the hall together. The pair of you reached Merlin’s door at the same time he did and Morgana smiled at him, “Hey, Merlin.”

He turned and smiled at both of you, “Hey, Morgana. Hey, Y/N.” You waved to him and he paused after unlocking his door to turn to you, “Look I wanted to apologize for the prank the other day. We didn’t know you had work. I hope you didn’t get into too much trouble for being late.”

You waved him off, “It’s no big deal. It was actually really funny, and I still have my job, so all is well.” You smiled, “No hard feelings.”

Merlin smiled back, “Good. I’d hate to think you were mad at us.” He pushed open his door halfway, triggering the party poppers, which popped with a bang and rained confetti down on his head. He jumped back at the sound and you and Morgana laughed. He turned to you, “Okay, I get it. You wanted some revenge. Very well played.” He pushed the door open the rest of the way and jumped again when the airhorn you had taped to the wall behind the door sounded. Unfortunately, he had lost his footing and ended up on the floor. You and Morgana doubled over in laughter, trying to support each other as Merlin calmed himself and pushed himself back to his feet. “Very funny. Two for one?” You stopped laughing long enough to nod at him. Shaking his head, he turned to head into the room, “Well if you’re finished now, I’ve got some studying to do.” Merlin froze as he hit the tripwire and the bag holding the flour above him ripped and dumped its contents onto his head. You and Morgana fell into another fit of laughter as Merlin slowly turned and stared at you, flour covering his head and shoulders and sprinkled along his face. He nodded once, “Please tell me that’s it.”

You nodded back, “Yep. See you later, Merlin.” He waved halfheartedly to you as Morgana pulled you down the hall.

“I think going the simple route with Percival was a great idea.” Morgana nodded in agreement as you each lugged a large plastic bucket filled with ice water down the dorm hallway.

“Oh definitely. He’s the one who will most be put off by the ice water.” As you reached the common bathroom, you put your bucket down to slowly ease the door open. You could hear Percival singing lowly and you were glad that he was the only one in the stalls at the time.

You nodded to Morgana, “He’s alone.” She grinned and stepped into the steamy room, holding the door with her foot as you picked up your bucket again and stepped in behind her. You both moved quietly over to the shower stall that Percival was in, trying hard to contain your laughter. You and Morgana stood just outside the curtain where an oblivious Percival was still singing. You hoisted your bucket up and Morgana did the same. Then you whispered, “One, two, three.” And you both dumped the ice water over the curtain and onto Percival. You jumped back from the curtain and laughed as Percival yelped and cursed. He pushed the curtain aside and stuck his head out, looking around wildly. He spotted you, but before he could say anything, you grabbed Morgana’s hand and pulled her out into the hallway, laughing the entire time.

“Alright, so Gwen said that Elyan and Leon passed out the moment they hit their beds, so we should be good to go.” You nodded at Morgana and she continued, “I was here earlier, so the door should just…” She pushed on the door and it opened easily. She grinned at you as she pulled the tape off of the locking mechanism on the door. You tiptoed in, carrying your bag of supplies, with Morgana following you. You giggled as you heard the boys snore.

“Good thing Gwen convinced them to go to that party.” Morgana laughed as she nodded. Then you two got to work. You pulled the cups out of the bag and started placing them on every inch of the floor, so that there was no space between them. Morgana followed your movements, filling each cup halfway with water. You moved as quickly as you could, taking care not to make too much noise, though you were sure that nothing could wake Leon or Elyan at this point.

As you stood in the doorway, you placed the last cup down and Morgana poured the last of the water into it. You two high-fived and shut the door before scurrying down the hall, heading back to your dorm.

The next morning, you made sure to wake up early, so that you could see the result of last night’s prank. You jumped onto Morgana’s bed, shaking her awake. She jolted up and you laughed, “Ready to see our handiwork play out?”

She grinned, “Of course.” She jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed as you laughed again. She turned to you, “Well are you going to get ready?” You nodded and changed out of your pajamas as Morgana stood by, tapping her foot. Just as you were about to head out, airhorn in hand, Gwen sat up, rubbing her eyes. She glanced over at you and chuckled.

You smiled at her, “You coming, Gwen?”

She shook her head and smiled, “No, you two have fun though.” You gave her a salute and rushed out the door, running to catch up with Morgana. It didn’t take long for you to reach Leon and Elyan’s dorm. You pushed open the door, just like Morgana had done last night, and sure enough the two were still passed out on their beds.

You held up the airhorn, “Ready?” Morgana nodded and you pressed down on the trigger, causing three short bursts of sound to permeate the room. Leon and Elyan bolted upright, searching for the source of their rude awakening. Their eyes landed on you and Morgana and they glared. Leon moved to get out of bed, but you held a hand up to stop him, “Uh-uh, I’d be careful if I were you.” He looked down at the floor to see that he had no place to step unless he wanted water all over the floor and his bare feet. His head snapped up to you as Elyan looked around, seeing that he was also trapped on his bed. You waved, “See you guys later.” Morgana laughed as she pulled you away, the boys calling after you.

“Alright, four down, only one to go.”

Morgana grinned at you, “And let Gwaine’s be the sweetest revenge of them all.” You nodded once and then the two of you were off to Gwaine’s dorm. Since you had already pranked Percival, he agreed to let you into his and Gwaine’s dorm that night, so that you could complete your revenge. You knocked once on the door and he answered it, ushering you two in.

“Alright, I’ve done my part. I’m going to bed now.”

You nodded at him, “Thanks, Percival.”

He waved you off, “Just don’t pour cold water in my shower again please.” You gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, heading over to his bed and collapsing onto the sheets. You turned to Morgana, nodded once, and then the two of you set out to grab every piece of clothing that Gwaine owned. Once you had everything, you left the dorm and headed outside.

The next morning, Gwaine woke up, brushing his fingers through his unruly morning hair, and yawning. Percival was sitting up in his own bed and he mumbled a good morning to his roommate. Gwaine responded with another yawn and then he shuffled out of bed and over to his dresser. He pulled open the top drawer only to find that it was completely empty. He tried the second and the third drawer, both empty. He rushed over to his closet to see that it had been completely cleared out, even his shoes were gone. He turned to Percival, “Where are all of my clothes?”

His roommate shrugged, “How on Earth should I know?” Gwaine spun in place, desperately trying to figure out what could have happened. He was broken from his thoughts at the sound of something hitting the window. He stepped over to the glass and opened it to find you poised to throw another pebble. He looked down as you waved up at him, Morgana next to you, doing the same. That’s when he saw it; his favorite shirt lying on the ground by your feet. And then he saw all his other clothes strewn about the lawn, thrown into trees, his shoes hanging from the branches. He frowned as his eyes travelled to the flagpole, where a pair of his pants had been hoisted up in place of the school’s flag. People were moving around the quad, staring at his clothes and laughing. Gwaine shook his head as he saw every one of his socks laid out on the edge of the fountain like some kind of decoration.

Morgana laughed as she called up to him, “Oh come on, Gwaine. It’s just a prank.” He narrowed his eyes at her before his gaze moved to you. He smiled reluctantly and gave you a salute. Well Played.

#merlin imagine #gwaine imagine #sir leon imagine #elyan imagine #sir percival imagine #morgana imagine #bbc merlin imagine

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theunboundmeg · 5 years

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Nefarious (Chapter One)

Summary: It wasn’t a year ago and Y/N can still remember being the new girl in school. Now it’s a new year, SENIOR year...and there’s another new kid at Hawkins High School. Billy Hargrove is a jerk, headstrong, and extremely presumptuous. And yet...he still manages to find his way in Y/N’s path...and it’s really starting to cause some “problems.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: 2,973 Words

Rating: 18+ (For the Future)

Warnings: Cussing, insinuation, angsty angst! And some other stuff!

Other: Please note, this story takes place at the beginning of Season Two and actually follows to the storyline. I thought it would be interesting to write from a different perspective of the main story and see what happened to one of our favorite characters while the others were off fighting the demodogs! Enjoy this and if you guys like this chapter, I’ll probably write more! <3 Also note that there is no planned amount of chapters for this yet. I will write this story until it just naturally folds up. So...look forward to MANY more to come!

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Chapter One: Tell Your Friends It Was Nice to Meet Them

The first day was always supposedly the worst day, right? Well, this wasn’t exactly the first day...but still. I looked in the mirror at myself, cringing slightly. What in the world was with my sense of fashion today? Seriously? And why was it that no matter what I put on, I felt as though I was an imposter? It just felt...different. That day did, anyway.

“Y/N! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!”

My mother’s voice echoed up the stairs and floated about the space in my room. She wasn’t wrong. And it wouldn’t be the first time either. One more tardy mark in homeroom and I’d be serving detention for a week. That was just how “serious” Mrs. Perkins had become with me. I didn’t exactly have a great relationship with my homeroom teacher, but we still managed to coexist...for the most part.

“Coming!” I screamed, grabbing up my backpack and taking one last look in the mirror. Out of control hair, high rise skinnies and a tank. Fine. It would do.

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Just as the last bell sounded off, so did my footsteps on the tile of my classroom.

“Ah, Y/N! You did manage to make it on time! How gracious of you!”

Mrs. Perkins, along with the twenty or so other students in the classroom all gazed at me, causing my face to flush even more than it already was.

“Yeah, sorry. Just...tough morning” Not much to really say on the matter, I just shrugged and made my way to the back of the classroom.

Nancy and Jonathan were both there, seemingly lost in a hushed conversation that was only becoming more hurried and hushed the closer I got. I let my backpack hit the tabletop of my desk, causing Nancy to nearly jump out of her skin, which in turn brought a snort from Jonathan.

“You guys talking about creepy monsters again? Or am I actually going to understand the conversation you’re having this time around?” I asked.

Their adventures from before weren’t exactly a mystery to me. In fact, Nancy and I had become so close, she’d disclosed nearly everything that had happened before our friendship had blossomed. She’d told me all of it: from the Upside Down to how some small chick named Eleven or Elle or...Ellen...(I honestly couldn’t recall half of the time) had saved everyone in Hawkins. And while I’d be forever grateful to the girl I’d never meet for saving the small town I’d only just recently moved to with my mother, it was just difficult for me to buy...most days. Naturally, the thought of such a story intrigued me, it even drove my imagination on the dullest of my days. But still...monsters? Right here in this place? Come on now.

“Nooo...I was just telling Jonathan that he should reconsider the Halloween party. They’ll eventually be handing out flyers, but I already heard something about it.” Nancy replied, shrugging her shoulders and leaning back slightly.

I perked a brow and looked to Jonathan, who began to shake his head immediately.

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Nooooo.”

“Seriously?”

“No.” he hissed, clearly firm on the answer.

I glanced to Nancy then and shrugged again.

“I’d tell him to come but, he’s clearly made up his mind.”

“We’ll see.” Nancy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

She wasn’t really in the wrong for wanting him to come. Jonathan hardly got out much lately. Ever since the incident with his brother Will, he’d always made a point of trying to be home with him as often as possible. Then again, who could blame him? If I’d almost lost my mother, I’d be the same way. She was the only person I had left in the world, after all. It was then my attention was yanked back to the present by the door creaking open. The male walking in seemed to attract the attention of pretty much everyone in the room, even Mrs. Perkins. A mullet well kept, jean jacket and tight fighting jeans to boot and one would almost assume they were looking at a model.

“Mrs. Perkins! Sorry for the interruption! I’ve got a Mister Hargrove for you.”

The Principal pressed his lips together firmly as Billy moved past him, looking around for a chair. Something about him already seemed to pick at me. Not a word had escaped from between his lips and there was just something that was off about him. Cockiness? Or maybe he was an asshole.

“Mister Hargrove, are you-”

“We probably won’t be here for long, so maybe it would be worthwhile to just skip over my introduction and move on to better things...Mrs. Perkins, was it?”

While Billy had pretty much insulted Mrs. Perkins and talked over her, he’d done so in a way that oozed charisma. Asshole. Definitely asshole. I frowned and glanced downwards.

“Please...find a seat then.”

It wasn’t long and Billy was making his way between the desks, girls giggling and whispering about him as he passed them. Nancy leaned over towards me, lowering her voice.

“Steve and I saw him pull up outside earlier. Think he’s got a sister too.”

She tilted her head, her tone holding that of a curious nature. Other than that, she didn’t really seem to have much more to offer. The scrape of a chair caused me to jerk my gaze away and look to my left. Billy had apparently decided to make himself at home in the empty desk next to mine. Just my luck...a whole fucking classroom full of other people and he’d chosen to sit by me. Great.I made a point of looking away from him and back over towards Nancy.

“So about this Halloween party? I’ve got nothing to wear, but I thought I might go out today and see if I can find something at one of the thrift stores in town. Think there might be something good?”

Jonathan scoffed.

“Could always go looking like a goddess or a cat? Like most other girls do.” he replied.

I shrugged. “I happen to like cats, Jonathan.”

The chair scraped again, this time forcing my attention away once more and back over towards Billy as he leaned back, seemingly considering whether or not he could balance himself in his chair with his feet up on the desk. The look on my face must have said enough, because he took the time to actually stare back, inquiring now.

“You got a problem?” he asked, eyebrows shooting up.

“Not yet.” I replied, sniffing.

“Not. Yet?” he repeated, furrowing his brow.

“Did I stutter?” I asked.

Okay, perhaps that’d been a bit too forward or rude. After all, I’d been the new kid once as well...and I’d known how hard it was to acclimate to a new setting and new people. Just as I opened my mouth to apologize, he began to laugh. Billy actually began to laugh and just shook his head.

“My first day at this place and I thought I was going to run in with a bunch of airheads. Instead, I only run into a few airheads and one smartass. Might even be too smart for her own good!” he barked.

I could feel my face going hot as his chair finally sat back on all fours and he leaned over towards me.

“Sweetheart, lighten up. I’m not going to bite you. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

His gaze roamed downwards slowly, then back up, causing the heat in my face to travel to my ears and neck. Finally catching hold of myself, I inhaled sharply and shook my head.

“You know...I WAS going to apologize for being an asshole, but I feel like you feed into that sort of thing.” I retorted.

“I feed into whatever feeds me.”

It suddenly felt like a sparring match of sorts. The more I threw at this guy, the more willing he became to throw it right back at me. Dealing with my mom and her various boyfriends had always caused me to become a bit more straight edged...perhaps even cold. I’d never really been able to flirt well and guys tended to stray away. Usually. So, this encounter was different. He was flirting...but he was also being a dick about it. THAT was what made me feel more irritated.

“By the way, cat ears would look good on you. Don’t let the guy who’s clearly never been laid tell you otherwise.” Billy said, jerking his chin in Jonathan’s direction.

“God. Welcome to Hawkins.” I grumbled, looking away.

Nancy had managed to keep herself quiet during the small exchange. Her gaze darted between me and Billy, and then back again. Jonathan seemed to be struggling with something to say, perhaps even something towards Billy for his comment about the cat ears.

“Christ...” I mumbled, glad to hear the bell ringing to signal the beginning of classes.

Chairs were pushed and shoved and the stampede of feet began towards the door. I grabbed up my things and nodded to my two friends. “I’ll see you guys in second. Going to head to Chem and hope I don’t die from boredom.” And I’m also in desperate need to get away from this jerk.

I glanced towards Billy one last time, who seemed to be in no rush to get to his first class of the day and shook my head. He was going to end up being one of those. You know the one. He gets in good with the Kings and Queens of the school. Cool guy, cool hair...cool car probably too. And they’d suck him dry. Or perhaps it would be the other way around. Of course, that crowd didn’t exactly exclude me either. I’d been very lucky my mother had the money she did. And because of that, I’d earned a free ticket into the club as well. And while I never really partook in any of the “cool” kid activities, I made myself known there ever so often with Nancy and Steve.

“Come and get sheet faced?” I heard Jonathan say to Nancy as they left the classroom.

If I’d been paying any sort of attention, I would have seen the flyer that had been waved in my face before the girl had given up and given it to the person behind me. The flyers they were talking about were the Halloween party ones everyone had been buzzing about. Well, perhaps cat ears would end up being a thing after all. I shrugged, my backpack shifting weight on my back, and began heading off to class.

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The day hadn’t really been anything to write home about. Classes had dragged and by the time sixth period had rolled around, my brain was fried. Chemistry test in first period, and countless amounts of note copying in the classes after had made me wish I’d stayed home. The only thing that had pretty much gotten me through the day were my friends and trying to figure out what costume I’d be wearing to the party. I pushed open the door to the front building and began making my way around. The courtyard was empty, save for a few students rushing from the back building to the front. I had my last class of the day in the detached building and like most, enjoyed the possibility of skipping. Such was the freedom of being able to actually...you know...go outside between classes.

“Hey! Cat Ears!”

I stopped and looked around. Cat Ears? I furrowed my brow and searched until my gaze fell on Hargrove. He stood there, just out of sight enough of the common passerby so that he could sneak his cigarettes under the stairwell on the side of the building.

“You going to class or you actually doing what I think you’re doing?”

I moved over towards him, nose wrinkling at the smoke curling upwards into the air. I’d only ever smoked once in my life. While I didn’t really complain about it, I’d heard from my mother it was probably something I shouldn’t pick up. The smell was just something she didn’t enjoy...therefore I shouldn’t either.

“We have a back building. I’ve got my last class of the day there.” I huffed. “I do have a name, you know?”

“Cat Ears just fits you so much better though. Makes you seem...more...crafty.”

“Crafty?”

“Did I stutter?”

There it was...he was throwing it back at me again. Then again, I’d probably deserved it. Especially since I’d said it to him earlier.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like class?” I asked, shifting the weight of my backpack again.

Billy’s eyes roamed over my face and he reached up, plucking the cig from between his lips.

“Sure, I’ve got class.” he replied, “But I figured I’d take in the scenery first.”

He motioned towards me, causing me to feel that hot feeling creeping up my neck again. He wasn’t terrible to look at. But he also seemed like the sort of guy that had a shit personality...and enjoyed collecting women like he collected trophies. And I wasn’t about to fall for THAT sort of type. He stepped forward and circled around me, causing me to turn and watch him. Now, my back was near the wall and he stood out in the open.

“What’s your name?” he asked, finishing off the cigarette and flicking it away.

“Y/N.” I replied, curtly as possible.

“You don’t seem like the other Hawkins girls. Sure, you dress like the royalty, but you don’t seem like them.”

“I’m not from here.” I replied, “ My mother and I just moved here this past year.”

“Ohhhh, so we DO have something in common.” he jested, grinning that wolflike grin.

“We have NOTHING in common,” I said, stepping forward to try and pass him.

Billy sidestepped and put himself directly in between me and my route to freedom. It wasn’t long and he was stalking forward, causing me to back up until my back was firmly planted against the wall. He paused...eventually. He stood close enough that I could smell the mix of cigarettes and cologne on his jacket. He was clean and the way his jaw worked, it almost made me hold my breath.

“Here’s the thing Y/N. Usually, I get what I want. And right now, I’m wanting to know more about you...a lot more. Want to skip class with me and find out more about me to?”

Was he actually asking what I think he was asking? For fuck’s sake.

“Listen...buddy...” I reached forward and gave him a small push, causing him to blink in surprise.

“You might not be used to being turned down by girls, so let me go ahead and educate you. I’m not some prize to be won. I don’t just randomly go off with guys and explore with them. You seem like the type that enjoys an easy catch, so how about I point you in the direction of Carol and her flock of bitches.”

If Carol had heard me talking about her like that, she’d probably have ousted me from the “group” then and there. But she hadn’t...and this guy knew nothing about the social system at Hawkins High. Yet. Billy stood there, taken aback, before letting out another round of that barking laughter.

“You’re actually-?”

“Yes. I’m actually turning you down. A nice looking guy who is acting vile and quite frankly looks like he enjoys the feeling of being on top.”

“Well, you got one of those things right for sure.” he affirmed, nodding slowly.

He watched me, like a predator hunting his prey. But I wasn’t about to become his prey. Not today. Not ever. And yet? Some part of me...deep down...I felt that feeling. I felt it. He ENJOYED that about me. And perhaps that was why we were in the situation we were in now. He held his hands up and backed up.

“Pretty girl like you...I just couldn’t NOT ask. Was worth a shot.”

The smell of his cologne lingered on my jacket and in my nose. That’s how close he’d been to me...and it was going to haunt me for the rest of the day, I just knew it. I let out a breath and perked a brow.

“Maybe if you didn’t put off that asshole vibe, I would be more inclined to be curious about you.” I said, stepping back further.

“What can I say? People just seem to love that about me.” he replied, opening his arms wide.

It was sarcasm, but I understood what he was saying. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried not to think about the way he’d looked at me. It was a look that had made me feel something I almost wished I’d never felt. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the least bit curious about him. But I knew Billy’s type. I knew we’d only destroy each other if we got close enough.

“I hope I see you at the party!” he called after me as I turned and began to walk away.

I shook my head and looked to the ground, feet carrying me as quickly as I could. I only just made it to class and sat down, clearly looking as though I’d run a marathon.

“What’s wrong with you?” hissed Nancy.

Yeah, having class with her this many times in the day had brought about a great friendship. And an open one at that. Though, part of me didn’t want to tell her about running into Billy. News was already spreading around the school about the hot, new guy...and I really didn’t want to get THAT look from my friend.

“We’re going to that stupid Halloween party.” I replied, “And need to find some fucking cat ears.”

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Chapter Two>

Author’s Note:

Hey guys! So, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything and I’m super sorry! I apologize if this chapter seems a bit short, but I’m rusty and finally starting to get back into writing again. This story idea came to me while I was lying in bed one night and I just couldn’t help but get started on it. I really love the idea of seeing a more thoroughly explored story for Billy during the events of season two and even season three...so I’ve decided to give us one! I hope you liked this and stay tuned for Chapter Two! Let me know if you guys have ANY suggestions!

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marie-curie · 4 years

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Hey! Just saw your post about your current studying routine. In it you mentioned that last semester you were taking more classes and had a different study routine. Would you mind sharing your previous study routine? I'm taking a lot of classes this semester (7) and am looking for ways to re-do my study routine cause i didn't really do well the first semester. Just looking to get some inspiration. Greetings from a fellow chem major ☺️

hey you! glad to meet another chem person. first of all i'm sorry for all your exams. i know it sucks. last semester i only had language classes which is a totally different topic. in general you can apply the same tips from my previous post to your routine. do a lot of practice problems, ask your teacher or TA the stuff you don't get, etc. when you're having problems deciding what to study and when (because having so much courses and writing a lot of exams in a very short time is hard) i would suggest a study plan. this could just be a list with all your topics and every day you decide where you struggle the most and that will be your topic for that day. when you're a planning nerd (like i am) you can also write a more detailed plan and plan your week ahead. but be realistic! don't try too many things in one day but at the same time don't undestimate yourself. the most important point for me is however that i always try to start with me weakest point. this could be a whole class or just certain topics. because there is no reason to start with the things you already know. this might push your ego but your studying won't improve. and over time it's really cool to see that the topics you're bad at are getting fewer.

so in general: try to study active. use flashcards, quiz yourself, don't just read over the material. you can try study groups but be cautious, it's so easy to just drink coffee and chat over life (trust me, i have been there). use your time wisely. when finals start have all your materials prepared so you just have to study and nothing else. if you already passed that point don't use your time for summaries. studying is more important. you can however condense your classes: take some pages you want to learn, revise them, put them away and try to explain/write the stuff you have just learned. things you forgot you can either write down or better, try to condense it even more, so at the end you have reduced all these pages to just a few words/symbols/sentences. start with your weak points and end with what you are good at, mit the other way around.

i hope this makes sense ^^ and good luck with your semester!

#anon #chemblr #studyblr #study tips

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whats-the-story-tc · 4 years

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7th of February, 2020

"The One Where We Find Each Other (and Don't Stop Looking)"

[LONG AS FUCK SORRY I HAD A BIT OF A DAY]

As I came to school in the morning, I met one of the boys who's in the play I'm doing, and asked me about rehearsal. Now, I didn't know there was rehearsal today in the first place, so I immediately rushed up to the teachers' lounge to find A and ask her. And in the process of looking for one of the women I can never find when I'm looking for her, I crossed paths with the other one.

V came out grinning and sat down at one of the computers. But as I was about to turn around and walk away, she asked me "What's wrong, Specs?", and I told her I was looking for A. "I don't think you should look for A much this early. Is it really-really urgent?" I replied that I just wanted to clear up a bit of a misunderstanding, so it wasn't really that urgent. "I'll tell her [you were looking for her] when I see her." With the biggest grin on my face, I thanked her and ran off. A arrived about 5 minutes later. I guess I owe her one for this.

I went into V's class a bit later in quite the bad mood. The second rehearsal beforehand didn't go quite as well. I'm never nervous when it's a bunch of strangers watching me, but in front of my classmates, with that cousin of mine who loves to criticise me at any given occasion, my head was full, and I couldn't seem to concentrate. Luckily, V gave me something to think about — metonymy and synecdoche. See, the thing I love about Grammar is that even though I speak my native tongue fluently, and use it every day, there are so many things I don't know yet. Even now, 8-9-ish hours later, I feel excited. This, now this is my kind of stuff, the things we use every day without a second thought, the things that are bare essentials to everyday speech and we don't even know we're using them, and how diversely it can be used. Good Lord am I glad to be taught by someone like V. I would never have got so invested without her. (So invested that I even stopped writing this post just to add a few things to my class notes. Jesus, Specs, nerd much?)

But, as we know here on @/whats-the-story-tc, a class with V isn't really a class without memorable quotes. When she started explaining what a synecdoche is to us, she told us that it's possible to describe a person by referring to them only by one of their body parts. Silence fell for a few seconds, a very knowing silence. Everyone in the room was thinking the same thing, but nobody dared to say it. Then V asked us to find a non-vulgar example. She's a cold-hard professional, so she didn't say what we were all thinking, like our Chem teacher did yesterday in a similar situation, but this kinda confirmed it that Pocketwatch Friend and I weren't the only ones with "dick" on our minds. That sounded so wrong I'm so sorry-----------

We also covered symbols today, and, as she explained unique symbols invented by certain poets, that may mean dozens of different things, she brought up her favourite ironic "What do the blue curtains symbolise?" question. "For one, it's about longing for their lover, for the other, about their life's worries, and for the third, about having run out of milk."

After class, I trodded up to her just before she left to ask her to clarify something about synecdoches. "So we can describe a whole with a part—" "—and vice versa." she finished my sentence just as I was saying it, although I worded it differently. As they say, great minds think alike. Or I'm just very predictable. Depends.

Lunch break before sixth period, I'm talking with my friends. I don't exactly remember what the context was, but we were joking around and V came up. Debate Friend said "V has no emotions." I could hear the Kill Bill alarms sounding in my head, even though I am and was fully aware she was joking. I took a deep breath and lead her out into the corridor to talk it through. We all know, even on here, that V is someone rather deeply emotional, just doesn't like to show it. I've known since last June. Debate Friend told me V and I are alike in this regard. Well, what can I say? Us lovers of literature really do have the softest hearts. But I told her that we do show it, all the time, every little thing, even if we wouldn't like to, you just have to know a person enough to know where to look. Like they know me and I like to think I know V.

To further prove my statement, I told Debate Friend about one of the posts from V's late SNS account. I don't want to talk about it much, as I don't feel like it would be right, but let me just say... while I was laughing or at least smiling at most of her feed, this one almost made me cry. Caption and picture alike. I finished the story just in time, cuz the next minute, Debate Friend warned me that V was coming, probably so I wouldn't say anything I shouldn't in front of her. I looked back in surprise, only to notice that she really was coming our way, and when I looked at Debate Friend again, we both broke out in hysterical laughter, as V passed us by. I wonder what she was thinking.

As I was photographing the progress I made with my painting later, V came in and set her stuff down on the desk before our second class of the day with her, immediately leaving after. A couple minutes later, when I went outside, I happened upon her, as she was all curled up on the stairway right beside our classroom with her phone, like some students are. Bless. She was beyond adorable.

All I'm gonna say is, the introduction to the literature of Russian romanticism and Pushkin wasn't what kept me occupied while V was speaking. The afternoon sun was coming in through the windows, and I let myself get a little lost in those ever familiar eyes again. With her usual eyeshadow, it was quite the sight, especially when the light hit her face directly. Good Lord.

It being seventh period, the Boys in the Back were even noisier than usual. When V had had enough, she just went ahead and slammed her hand against the blackboard to quiet them, something she hasn't done in a while. I admit, I jumped a little. She's really bloody strong, you guys.

One of the girls in my class learns Russian outside school, and, because she was really enthusiastic and really wanted to write some things on the board, V went ahead and let her. I understood some of it, cause I can read cyrillic (I was very bored this one afternoon), but not cursive, so... yeah. Then Blonde Boy in the Back started complaining about why anyone would learn Russian, and V stepped the fuck up and said "Well, I still think it's cooler to learn Russian than to bitch about others in English class." LADIES AND GENTLEMAN AND NON-BINARY PEOPLE, THIS WOMAN IS A FUCKING LEGEND.

And here is where the crazy part comes.

The people start coming and they don't stop comin' to V to recite the poem, us others are waiting for the bell to ring. The first girl does quite well, but at the end, V grins and teasingly tells her "Managed to get the ending wrong?" That's when she first looked me in the eyes.

"Come, [Name], enchant me" she tells the next victim coming her way. Later, our eyes meet again.

And again.

And again, now with a pen still hanging from her mouth. No joke. I kept tabs.

The bell rings, and the people start leaving. I'm staying behind, to wait for Art Friend (who is the same girl as the one I named Flower Friend in earlier posts, I just forgot the pseudonym I gave her) and Debate Friend. As I do, I walk around, sit down, stand up, do random shit, and sometimes check my phone.

So I'm less bored, I go up to V while she's listening to someone and ask her "Should I clean the board?" (I know she's a multitasker so I wouldn't throw her off.) She turns to me with big, shiny eyes, and a gentle, nearly childlike expression as if I just offered her something groundbreaking and tells me "Thanks." It's not like my classmates didn't proceed to draw shit on it once I wiped it clean, but an effort has been made. For those eyes, it was well worth it. And, as I was wiping, I caught her absent-mindedly fiddling with the paintbrushes my Art teacher forgot on the desk. You guys... how was I ever afraid of this woman?

Cynical Twat came next, and he was trying to win himself time so he didn't have to go to IT class (half the class has it on Friday, my half on Wednesday), so he was pretending to think and walk around and generally be super slow. I don't think I've ever seen V laugh so much. Me and Debate Friend were giggling as well, but honestly, V looked just generally really relaxed and happy as she grinned, and couldn't stop smiling. This is probably the point where she was so tired everything suddenly felt even funnier than it is. Been there.

Another friend from the other class showed up then and took my place, and Art Friend told me "You can go back to her." I did a double take. We were in the doorway and the bloody door was open! "[Art Friend], we don't declare these things out loud!" I told her. She looked surprise. "I was talking about [Debate Friend]." Oh. Right. Yeah.

So I went back in. According to my phone notes, we met eyes again.

Then again, when I decided to sit on the ground. She looked down at me, I immediately looked away, a smile creeping up my lips before I could stop it. If she needed any assurance about my feelings, which I'm quite sure she suspects... this was it.

As she listened to Art Friend, she was sat in her chair hugging both her knees. When you'd think she couldn't find stupider positions to sit in...

The friend with the Russian affinity read us a bit of... something in Russian while a very nervous Debate Friend prepared. V and I were both thrown off, as neither of us speaks it, and the sheer 'how does she do that' of the situation made us both laugh in surprise. As we did, we found each other's eyes again, and again a few seconds later. "I don't even know where the words end," said V. Apparently, we shared another look, according to what I wrote.

Debate Friend really struggled with that poem, and nearly gave up after the second verse. V was really concentrating, forehead wrinkling. She wanted her to get it right. "Jesus, kitten, what's got into you? At least let's get one half of it done!" And eventually, though, as V said "it really hurt", Debate Friend did manage to wrestle her way through the poem. As she did, V kept herself busy organising the paintbrushes on the desk neatly with this absent-minded smile, while I crouched at the desk beside hers and spared her the occasional look sometimes. And as she was trying to decide on a grade to give Debate Friend, she bit her lip. I don't think I've ever seen her do that before. I didn't know what I was missing.

"Take care of yourselves!" she told us as she was leaving, and I immediately responded with a "You too, Miss!", cuz when could I shut up? She grinned as she was walking away.

I saw her once after that, outside, as I was walked out the gates listening to Florence + The Machine — one of the songs I dedicated to V, no less. There she was, same cuffed jeans, same low-cut boots, all wrapped up in a dark coat, walking away in another direction, hair flying. I stayed and watched until she disappeared out of sight from where I was standing, then I proceeded to walk home all giddy, nearly in tears.

I don't think I've ever been this in love before.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

#tc #tcc #teacher crush community #female tc #female teacher crush

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afterglowparker · 5 years

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Only a Matter of Time (Part 1 - When)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4,403

Warnings: A dose (ton) of fluff. Soft angst.

Prompt: Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: Peter reminisces on the moments he fell in love with you.

A/N: This is a piece that has lived in my mind for quite some time; it is also my entry for @h-osterfield’s 5k writing challenge. Congrats on this milestone and happy birthday, Kat! I hope you all enjoy the first part of this mini-series.

If you feel inclined to do so, listen to Us the Duo’s “I Will Wait For You” as it is the song that largely inspired this piece. :)

Peter wasn’t sure of the exact moment when he fell for you; maybe, he’d always been in love with you. That part was clear as crystal to him: he was in love. Sometimes, he thought he had fallen in love with you that first day you stepped foot into Midtown High.

“Hey, are you here for AP Chemistry?”

A soft voice broke through Peter and Ned’s conversation, causing the fluffy haired brunette to turn around, his words dying in his throat as he gaped at the girl in front of him: she was beautiful. High waisted dark blue jeans, with white stripes, adorned her legs, while an oversized cropped white shirt, with some logo Peter didn’t recognize, hung off her upper body. He took note of the way her fingers drummed against the handful of textbooks in her arms and how she subtly tried to shrug the strap of her bag back up her right shoulder; the thin layer of perspiration on her forehead gave way to the nerves she was feeling and Peter tried to form a smile, still not quite able to get words out of his mouth.

Say something! He yelled at himself internally. Literally anything! Or at least close your mouth! What are you doing?!

“It’s uh, this is, uh,” Peter’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips, as he struggled to form a coherent sentence, his cheeks warming as the girl in front of him furrowed her brows at him.

“This is AP Chemistry. Unfortunately. I wish it was something more interesting.” Ned interjected, trying to save his best friend from the growing awkward tension, and smiling at his new classmate; you returned it with a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay, yeah, thanks. Sorry, just wanted to make sure before I settled in. Nothing worse than being in the wrong place and having to awkwardly get up in the middle of the teacher talking,” You replied as you shuffled to sit at the desk behind the two boys.

Ned turned around in his seat, so he was able to continue the conversation, Peter mirroring his actions.

“So are you a transfer? I mean, I assume so, cuz I haven’t seen you around Midtown before.”

“I am actually. My Dad recently got a job offer or promotion of some sort that required us to move out here. We just got in yesterday so it’s all kind of crazy.”

“Oh well, I’m Ned. I think you’ll really like it here at Midtown. The people aren’t so bad, save for a few. Lunch is questionable, so maybe bring your own. And for the most part the teachers are pretty chill.”

You smiled, grateful for the kind boy in front of you, your nerves about not being able to form any friendships in the middle of the year beginning to fade.

“I’m Y/N. I really appreciate all of that by the way. I’ll be sure to come to you with any questions I may have about this place,” you laughed, eyes darting to the right to see that Ned’s desk-mate was still staring at you, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, “Uh…is he okay?”

Ned looked to his left, lightly shoving Peter as he answered.

“Peter? Yeah, he’s good. I think he just thinks you’re pretty.”

Heat instantly shot up your neck and you felt the tips of your ears begin to burn, as Peter’s head whipped to his right, eyes wide in disbelief as he couldn’t believe Ned had just said that. Before Peter could even try to save himself, not wanting to scare you away before he had even uttered a real sentence to you, the teacher walked in, dropping his bag at his desk up front, while the door shut, forcing all further conversation to cease. As he turned to face forward in his seat, he shut his eyes in embarrassment, wanting to disappear, not feeling your gaze lingering on him.

It was 7th period and Peter still couldn’t shake the girl and their interaction, or lack-there-of, from earlier. He had seen her again at lunch, sitting off to the side by herself, nose in a book as she picked at the food in front of her. His feet began to carry him towards her, but then his brain caught up and instead steered him toward his usual table with Ned and MJ, where he settled on just admiring you from a distance, as Ned’s words fell on deaf ears.

“Stare any harder and she’s gonna combust.” MJ had bluntly stated, before turning back to her own book.

“I’m not staring!” Peter quickly snapped, tearing his gaze away from you, trying to rid the blush dusting his cheeks.

“Peter,” Ned began, “you’re clearly staring. And have been since you sat down. You pretty much haven’t been listening to what I’ve been saying.”

“What? Yes I have.”

“You kept nodding at random times and half the time it didn’t make sense.”

At that, Peter turned his gaze downwards to the table, but it wasn’t long before his eyes found themselves back on you.

“Look,” Ned said, turning to fully face his best friend, “just go and talk to her. You’re y’know,” he gave his friend a knowing look that said you’re Spider-Man without him having to say it out loud, “there’s nothing you can’t do!”

“This is different, Ned,” Peter shook his head, “I can’t just…go up and talk to her! She’s way out of my league. I mean, look at her…and she’s wicked smart, did you hear her answer all the questions during chem? Maybe we should get her to join the decathlon team.”

“Whatever, man. I think you should just talk to her. I’ve been talking to Betty recently, and I think that’s going well. So I don’t know. You never know until you try.”

Peter had been contemplating Ned’s words since and even now, as he entered the classroom to sit through English, he couldn’t help but feel like Ned was right. As his feet dragged him to his usual seat, he noticed a familiar figure already settled in at his usual desk, writing in a notebook.

“Hey, uh,” Peter mumbled, pulling the earbuds out of his ears, his voice causing the girl to look up at him, “we had chemistry together, earlier, today…I’m Peter.”

You smiled, flicking the pen back and forth in your hand, as you stared at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah, I remember. Your friend Ned told me.”

Peter shut his eyes briefly, willing the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

“Right, uh. I just. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I know it must’ve been a bit…weird. I didn’t mean to weird you out.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Talking to people isn’t really my thing either.”

“Really?” Peter’s eyes widened slightly, “You seemed so at ease talking to Ned earlier.”

“Yeah, well,” you breathed out, placing the pen down on your notebook before continuing, “trick of the trade, I guess. Sometimes faking confidence enacts actual confidence. Um, how about we just start over? I’m Y/N.” You finished, sticking your hand out, hoping the boy would return the gesture. He smiled, nerves floating away.

“Peter, it’s really nice to meet you.” He concluded, a smile gracing his face as he reached out to shake your hand. Upon letting go, he took a seat at the desk next you and you both carried on a conversation until class started. He was really glad you had taken his seat.

Since then, you and Peter had been inseparable. You were closer than two peas in a pod. Sometimes, he felt like he didn’t know how to function without you. Anything there was to know about each other, you both knew – save for the secret of Peter’s alter ego. Peter thought maybe he fell in love with you over the course of many study sessions.

It was nearing 7 PM when the weight of your head on Peter’s shoulder broke his focus.

“I can’t do this anymore. My brain is an actual puddle now.” You huffed, eyes still attached to the study guide in your lap. It was a Wednesday night and Peter and you were sat on his bed, while helping each other study for the chemistry test the next day; the reality of the situation was that you’d both do fine by yourself, you just loved any excuse to spend time with the other.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’re practically almost done, you just gotta power through it.” Though his actions contradicted his words, as he rested his head on top of yours. He felt the groan you let out vibrate through his body, as you threw your work to the side and placed your legs over Peter’s, effectively covering his work, and wrapping your arms around his body.

“This is stupid. I’m dropping out of high school.”

Peter laughed, his right arm beginning to rub your back gently.

��You’re too brilliant to drop out. Besides, without you there, who’s going to give me a run for my money?”

“Excuse me, Parker, I think it’s the other way around. I think we all know I definitely rank above you in our class.”

“Pretty bold of a wannabe high school dropout to assume that.”

You shoved him lightly, causing another laugh of his to fill the air, as you resumed your former sitting position by him, smiling as you spoke.

“Yeah, well, you’ll be happy to know that you got number seven wrong. So I wouldn’t be so cocky.”

“No I didn-,” but Peter’s words cut off as he focused on his paper, a blush rising to his cheeks, “Yeah, well. It’s only cuz you distracted me. I would’ve caught it.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure,” You replied sarcastically, your eyes lighting up just that bit more – something only Peter could draw out of you – as you gave him a quizzical look, “What would you ever do without me?”

Peter paused, lips slightly parted, as he gazed into your eyes; it was always like being home, even if he was far from it. He shook his head slowly, letting the words softly fall from his chapped lips.

“I don’t know…” A silence fell between you both, as you took comfort in the presence of the other, before Peter cleared his throat, “Okay, how about, we finish one more page and then I’ll let you raid my fridge for whatever you want and we’ll finish The Theory of Everything?”

“That, Peter Parker,” you lightly bopped his nose with your yellow highlighter, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “is the best thing you’ve said to me all week. So! I was working through number eleven, and it’s not too bad…”

Peter’s eyes studied your profile, as your words flitted in one ear and out the other, the increased thump, thump, thump, of his heart pre-occupying his mind.

Or maybe it was during one of your countless movie nights.

Your legs were thrown over Peter’s lap, his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him, as your head rested on his shoulders, and your arms were lazily strewn across his stomach.

“I like cuddling with you, you’re warm and make me feel safe.”

Peter’s heartrate rose whenever he’d recall your words and he’d create any excuse to cuddle with you since, knowing you wouldn’t say no. Currently, your body was shaking slightly, and he was rubbing your back lightly, trying to ease your cries.

“Y/N, we’ve seen this movie over a hundred times. You already know what’s going to happen.”

It was your weekly movie night, and you had somehow convinced Peter to watch The Theory of Everything once again, seeing as it was your favorite movie. Of course, Peter enjoyed it too, but after watching it as many times as you both had, he started to grow tired of it. But as long as you were happy, he was content.

“I know, but I just. How can you not cry? Like, sorry you’re a heartless monster.” You sobbed a little more. Peter’s laugh vibrated through his chest and you could feel it, along with how your heartbeats increased.

“I’m not heartless, Y/N. I cried the first time you made me watch it. I just know what’s happening now.”

“Well maybe the anticipation just makes it sadder, Peter. I don’t know! Let me be an ugly, crying mess in peace.”

“Hey,” Peter shrugged his shoulder lightly, prompting you to look up at him. He wiped some of your tears away with his hand not wrapped around you, and then placed it against your forearm, holding you a little tighter, “You’re not an ugly, crying mess. I’m just messing with you. I was pretty close to tears too. Also…I think you look really pretty when you cry.”

You smiled, eyes turning back towards the screen, settling in for the rest of the movie.

“Thanks, Pete. I don’t know if I necessarily agree with that statement, but I’m really lucky to have you.”

Peter rested his head on top of yours, eyes settled on the film, but his mind focused on you.

“I’m lucky to have you, too.”

Other times, Peter thought maybe it was Junior Prom when he had really taken the plunge and his love finally crossed from friendly to something more.

“Ow! Y/N you’re supposed to be pining it to my jacket, not impaling me viciously.”

“Well maybe if you stopped fidgeting, I’d be able to pin it to your jacket!”

“I’m only fidgeting cuz you stabbed me with the pin!”

From the side, you heard Ned’s laugh and you turned in time to see him lowering Peter’s phone.

“I don’t know why you guys haven’t gotten together already. You already bicker like an old married couple.”

At his words, you suddenly felt the familiar heat creep up your cheeks, which seemed to be a common occurrence when Peter was around, and hoped that your makeup helped to conceal it. Peter on the other hand was looking at Ned in disbelief – no matter how many times he told Ned to cool it with the dating comments when they hung out, he never seemed to get the message to stick.

“I, uh…I don’t kno-I mean-I-did you get the photo Ned?” Peter finally worked out, as he non-verbally gave his other best friend a look, pleading with him to move on. Luckily, MJ could take a hint.

“Yeah, he got it. And about a thousand other photos. I swear, he’s your two’s biggest fan. But yes, you’re typical, high school prom photo has been taken.”

You laughed at MJ’s words, having grown fond of her sarcasm over the past year, and grabbed the phone out of Ned’s hands. As you scrolled you leaned into Peter, letting him see Ned’s handy work.

“These are cute! I really like this one!”

You had stopped on a candid moment Ned had captured of the two of you laughing, as you struggled to pin the boutonniere to his suit jacket. As you continued swiping through the copious amounts of photos – MJ was not joking around – Peter’s eyes remained focused on you. He was convinced that every single photo of you could be filed away in the dictionary under “beautiful” and all its synonyms. The way your face lit up as you laughed, and your eyes slightly crinkled at the corners, and you threw your whole body into your happiness – he’d never get tired of looking at you.

“Y’know, I think Ned might actually be better at this photography thing than you, Pete.” You concluded, smiling up at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I admit, they’re good photos. But let’s remember whose photos are in the Daily Bugle.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly shoving Peter and handing his phone back to him.

“We get it, you took some photos of Spider-Man and you’re buddy-buddy with him. Way to constantly flex on the rest of us. Also, as a not-so-subtle, but subtle reminder, I’m still waiting to meet him.”

Peter’s mind began to short-circuit at the mention of his alter ego, as it always did when it was brought up around you – a firm reminder that he hadn’t let you in on his secret yet: and he didn’t intend to anytime soon. In an effort to change the subject, he threw the first idea he had out.

“Hey, it’s getting late, we should probably start heading to the gym.” “But it’s only 7:30, the doors only opened thirty minutes ago?” Ned began, thinking aloud.

“Ned! We should,” Peter not so subtly looked over at you, “head over to the gym.”

Ned’s eyes widened as his mouth formed an “o.” Meanwhile you rolled your eyes and stepped forward, looping your arm through MJ’s.

“You both are dorks. MJ’s my date now, sorry Peter.”

And with that you began walking away, speaking quietly with MJ. Ned stood beside Peter now, as they watched the two girls putting space between them.

“You’ve got it so bad for Y/N.” Ned bluntly stated.

“Do not. We’re best friends. I care for her the way I care for all of you.”

“No, you don’t. And if you did, I’d be a little worried. I think you should just tell her. I’ve been saying the same thing since the first day you malfunctioned when you saw her.”

The tips of Peter’s ears began to burn.

“I did not malfunction.” Peter mumbled.

“Right, and-”

“Hey losers!” MJ’s voice cut Ned off, “are you coming or not?”

“Peter, I know I said MJ was my date now, but she just made fun of me. I miss you. Come back to me.”

Pete shook his head slowly, as he and Ned began the short trek towards their two best friends, him shouting a response.

“Always will, Y/N.”

Hell, maybe it was that one week without you that truly opened his eyes to what he had in front of him.

It was the seventh day of what Peter deemed radio silence between you two, and he was on the brink of insanity. He had long since grown tired of the tense and brief greetings, the few, to non-existent texts, the absence of heart fluttering laughs and smiles from you, sarcastic exchanges, cuddles, and all-around – the presence of you in his life. Truthfully, anyone could tell that he had been off since the beginning of the week, when you had first told Peter you needed space, while breaking down in front of him. It broke his heart to see you cry and it turned it into dust knowing he was the cause.

May Parker hated seeing her nephew distraught, and now as he stood in front of your door, he could only hope that all the advice that May had been giving him would pay off. With any luck, by the end of this, he’d have his best friend back. Hesitantly, he lifted his fist, and thought through every scenario, almost chickening out, before his fist finally landed on the oak-door; the thud resonating through the space around him.

It only took you thirty seconds to open the door, but Peter swore it felt like an hour, as his nerves went haywire. The sight of you in front of him, looking tired and worn down, but still so beautiful, dressed in a loose pair of joggers and his Midtown pullover was enough for his brain to combust.

“Hey…Y/N…” Peter started softly, as you had just been staring at him after having opened the door. You had yet to invite him in, hand still on the doorknob, as you kept the door close to you; only opening it wide-enough for you to stand in the doorway.

“Peter.”

The tension between you both had never been so thick, Peter was lost.

“I um…I came to apologize.”

“Okay…”

You were just as lost as him.

“I know…I know I messed up. I should’ve been there for you. It was a big night for you. I know that. You worked hard for that award. I know you did. And I’ve always known how brilliant you were, but I should’ve been there cheering you on, louder than anyone in that audience. I’m proud of you. You know that. I just…I let the Stark Internship take me away and I know I could’ve at least sent you a text and that’s my fault and I can’t promise I won’t mess up again, but please,” his voice cracked, as a tear slipped down his face, “please forgive me. I’ll do better. I will. I’m not perfect, but I love you so much. You’re my best friend. I can’t do this – life – without you. You make me better…”

He trailed off, once again unsure of where to go next. A silence fell between you both, as Peter’s fingers began to twist the fabric of his faded, blue sweater sleeve between his fingers, his nerves raising as he waited for your response. You simply stood in front of him, hand still on the door knob, as you peered into his eyes. Your bottom lip was stuck between your teeth and before Peter could stop your assault on the skin, he felt arms being wrapped around his neck, and his feet stumbling back a few paces.

“I’m sorry, Peter.”

Peter froze for a moment, your arms tightening around him, as he soaked in the feeling of having you back in his arms. Without much further thought, he felt his eyes shutting and his arms wrapping around your waist, feeling the weight in his chest lighten for the first time in a week.

“Don’t be. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have shut you out, because you know I support you in everything you do. I know that the Stark Internship is a huge commitment and I should’ve just talked it out and-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Peter pulled away from you, just far enough to peer into your eyes, “you didn’t overreact. I mean, I do wish we could’ve just talked it through, a week without you was too long for me, but I was being an uncaring friend. There’s no way around the truth. I should’ve made more of an effort. It was important to you, so it should’ve been equally as important to me. You’re my best friend and I love you. You know that. I just. I don’t always know how to balance and handle things the best.”

“I love you too, Pete,” you pulled him close to you again and whispered into the crook of his neck, “God, I never want to go that long without you again.”

“You won’t have too. Not if I have a say in it.”

All these thoughts sped through Peter’s mind the day he found himself sitting on his couch, across from you, as you told him the three words he never thought he would hear.

“I’m moving, Peter.”

The three words sent ice through his bloodstream, the gears in his brain jammed, and his body shutdown.

“Pete? Did you hear me?” Your hand on top of his brought him back, the touch warming him, even though he felt anything but comfort.

“You’re what? Why?”

“My Dad got another job offer. It requires us to move again.”

“Okay, well, so what? Now you’re an extra subway stop away, that’s not so bad. I can handle that. We can handle that. I mean, we’re best friends there’s nothing we can’t handle. Right?” Peter was frantic. Whether he fully understood it or not, he had feelings for you, and they went deeper than you both knew.

“Pete,” your voice cracked, and your throat began to hurt as you struggled not to cry, “It’s all the way out in California. But it’s still in the country, y’know! We can…we can Skype and FaceTime and write letters – and I bet I can get my parents to let me come visit! I mean, Queens is my home. You’re my home, Peter. You’re my best friend.”

Peter felt his heart flutter at your words, and as tears slid down his face, he lifted his arms so he could cup your face and wipe away your tears.

“Yeah,” he forced out through a broken laugh, your hands now grasping his as your thumbs ran across the expanse of his skin, “you’re my best friend too. Nothing’s gonna change that. So we don’t get to see each other as often. It sucks, but we’ll get through it. Cuz we’re us. And we can get through anything. I mean, if we could get through the disaster that was fifth period Junior Year, I think we can get through just about anything.”

You laughed, and even though you had a little bit of snot running out of your nose and tears spilled endlessly, he swore your beauty battled that of the moon’s, sun’s, and every other beautiful creation the world presented to him.

Pulling away from his grip, you brought your sleeve up to your face and tried to rid any sign of your breakdown. And before he could reach out to make sure you were okay, you launched yourself into his arms, his own flying up and stilling before squeezing you as tight as he could. Your breath tickled his neck as you spoke quietly.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

He rubbed your back and pulled you in just that little bit closer, eyes closing as he let his face rest in the crook of your neck.

“I’m gonna be lost without you too.”

Regardless of the moment he fell for you, he knew that what he felt was true. More than anything, he regretted never acting on those feelings. So as he stood in front of the security checkpoint at JFK, he pulled you in with a choked sob of I’ll miss you for the last time, for who knew how long. His nose was buried in your hair, his arms encased around your body, being sure to memorize this moment in its entirety: from the way you smelled, to the outfit you wore, to the weight of your arms around him, and even your tears staining his neck and shirt. Maybe now wasn’t your time, and while he was slightly irked at the universe for that, he was hopeful for the future, because that’s what love gives you: hope.

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High Society 2

Going back to school today felt a little sickening. The uniform seemed to send a chill down your spine and every glimpse of yourself in it made you a little more light headed.

"Ready (Y/n)?" Peter calls up the stairs, "Can't be late,"

"I'm coming," You respond, grabbing your bag from the floor and hurrying downstairs.

You kiss Evan goodbye and rush outside to where Peter was making his way toward the car. As soon as you're settled inside, there's another eerie silence.

"You're going to be okay, you know?" Your Dad begins as he sets off.

"You've said that before," You mutter, settling your head against the window to try to focus on the blur passing by outside.

"If he's innocent, they'll find him innocent," He assures you, turning down the long winding route toward school.

"What do you mean if?" You snap, "He's innocent Dad, I know he is,"

"I know you care about him bu-" He sighs, "How can you be so sure?"

You swallow the burning lump in your throat, "I know Noah. He doesn't have a bad bone in his body,"

~~~~~

"God I'm glad to see you," An all too familiar voice groans from beside you and you poke your head out from behind your locker door to see Zendaya stood.

"How was your break?" You ask, collecting your Chem books and lab coat from the untouched locker.

"I spent most of it at the prison," She shrugs.

"How is he?" You say, caution lacing your words as you close the door slowly.

"You'd know if you went to see him," She snaps quickly, "I'm sorry. I know it's not easy to trust hi-"

"I do trust him," You reply hurriedly, "It's just tough I guess,"

"He's not doing so well, really, he-"

Her words fall like white noise around you as your eyes land upon the group of three that had just come walking down the staircase, heading straight towards your eyeline.

It doesn't take long for Z to notice as she watches Tom's eyes latch onto yours and remain there. Yours focus on him intently until they're distracted by the mop of curls beside him.

"I'll catch you later," Z says, nudging your side a little as she catches up with Haz and walks away with him.

And so you're simply stood, watching as the Holland brothers walk closer and closer to close the lasting gap between you.

"(Y/n)," Tom starts, his words shaken by the lump in his throat.

He looks tired, though it's the first day of term. And his eyes seem to glass over like he could cry at any second.

And for a moment, you're completely lost in his innocence. But then your eyes are back on Harry. And he looks just like Harry. In all ways the boy you'd met in September. But this Harry was a murderer. Walking free.

"I'll see you in chem," You nod, stepping past the three of them to continue walking down the corridor.

"(Y/n)!" Tom exclaims, turning round to catch your arm, "Please,"

You clench your jaw and try with every morsel of your being to not glance back to him.

"You ignore me all break and you're still not talking to me?" He says, pleading now, "Can't we at least talk about this?"

You take in a deep breath and begin, "The gym, second period,"

~~~~~

And just like that, second period rolls around far too quickly. You cautiously walk through to the gym and find Tom sat with his legs dangling off the boxing ring, awaiting your arrival with bubbling anxiety.

"Hey," He says, jumping up to meet you as you walk toward him.

"Hi," You respond, forcing a little smile.

"I missed you,"

Your jaw clenches like it's the only thing you know how to do, "Let's talk,"

The two of you find yourself sitting down on the edge of the boxing ring, an uncomfortable and awkward distance between you.

"Before you start," Tom interjects, "Can I at least ask how you're doing?"

You swallow, "I'm doing okay,"

"And Evan?"

~~~Friday 25th January 2019~~~

"Alright, I want you to go to your house and pack a bag," Tom grips onto your trembling arms like you're about to crumble in front of him, "Just grab the essentials okay?"

You nod and blink through your blurring vision, trying more and more to focus on his every word.

You're sprinting through the back lane between your two houses and eventually rounding the corner to the home you'd apparently be leaving tonight.

It doesn't pass your mind when you first enter through the doors, trying to calm your frantic breathing in fear of waking up your parents.

You get upstairs instantly, stuffing items into a duffle bag with hands that shook with far too much reason. The only thing you wanted now seemed to be your parents. You wanted their arms around you as they stroked your hair and told you they'd figure it all out because you were still their little girl.

"Fuck," You wince, shaking your head as you sling the bag over your shoulder and make your way toward the stairs once again.

It's the turned on light in their bedroom that confuses you the most, and the wide open door. The bed hasn't been slept in and the drawers are all opened like someone was frantically searching for something they'd never find. There's a tightness that aches in your chest straight away and it's impossible to pass.

But your phone starts ringing.

"(Y/n)!" Tom's voice is more frantic than your thoughts, "Where are you? We need to go,"

And you'd listened.

~~~~~Now~~~~~

"I shouldn't have gone. I knew something was wrong and I-"

"Hey," Tom settles his hand over yours, "You had no idea. That night was- We didn't know what we were doing,"

"Yeah, you're right," You fight back a fresh batch of your tears, "We watched someone get murdered, did everything we could to cover it up and ran away from home. All whilst my Dad was fighting for his fucking life in hospital,"

"If we'd have known, we coul-"

"We could've what, Tom?" You raise your voice, jumping off the boxing ring, "You and I both know that nothing was keeping us here that night. We wanted to leave and we did. Nothing was changing that,"

"(Y/n), come on," He pleads, grabbing your wrist as you make attempt to leave, "You couldn't have done anything more, you know that,"

You let out a strangled scoff as you fight off the immense surge of tears, "I could've told the police what I knew before they arrested an innocent man, Tom. I could've picked up my Dad's calls instead of ignoring them. I could've been here for both of them through it all instead of acting like I could live some fantasy away from all of this with you,"

He lets you walk away this time, his hands dropping to his sides.

Until you reach the door.

"Wait,"

You don't turn around, but you stop in your tracks.

"You're not going to tell anyone, right?"

And, with that, the door swings shut behind you.

~~~

"(Y/n)!" Harrison's voice calls from behind you and you glance round your locker to see him hurrying across to you.

"What's wrong, Harrison?"

"No, nothing, actually," He shakes his head, "I was just wondering whether I could walk to class with you,"

You frown a little but nod nonetheless, "Of course, how was your break?"

"It was okay, I went to my grandparents' place in Spain. Just needed some time to get away from everything," He admits, scratching at the back of his neck.

"I don't blame you, I think we all needed to," You reply, tightening your grip on your books at your chest a little.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess it's the same for you. I mean Imogen was annoying sometimes but she was a good person," He says and you're not sure if he's convincing himself or you, "And she was your sister,"

"Hardly, she wanted nothing more than to not class me as family," You shrug, "I don't blame her,"

"Yeah, but still, don't you think about it?"

When you go to respond, Harrison's hand grips you to stop you from walking into the class, his eyes look utterly terrified, "I don't think Noah did it (Y/n),"

Your mouth opens and closes a few times but words completely fail you.

"We need to get to class Haz," You mumble, stepping away from his enclosed focus quickly and heading inside.

You see Tom's eyes on you instantly, eyeing the seat beside him that was normally for you. His eyes are flitting between you and Harrison, evidently wanting to know all the details of that small exchange.

"Is this seat taken?" You ask quietly to a boy you didn't recognise who sat alone.

"No, no, go ahead," He waves absently, leaning back on his chair and crossing over his ankles as they settle on the table.

You smile as somewhat thanking him and settle into the chair, trying to ignore Tom's burning gaze on you.

"Alright, it's nice to see you all again class," Mr Fitz begins as he steps into the front of the room, "We have some new students joining us for the remainder of the year and for the foreseeable future,"

Your eyes flit to the boy beside you and you're met with him exaggeratively wiggling his brows in your direction.

"Students, please meet Finn and Alexa," Mr Fitz gestures to them, "Please, make them feel welcome,"

Alexa seems to be a quiet girl sat towards the front of class with her head buried in a book that clearly required every morsel of her attention.

Finn, however, appears quite the opposite. He's opted now to start flicking through the book you always kept with you. However, he's not mocking you. The boy appears to be truly invested in what each page says.

"Is something interesting you?" You ask quietly, "Or can I have my book back?"

He smirks and settles the book back down where it had been exactly placed before, "I prefer Oscar Wilde,"

You roll your eyes and turn back to face the front. Tom's eyes are on you once again but you dismiss him instantly.

~~~

"So how does helping me find the lunch hall sound? I didn't really listen when they did the tour," Finn admits, scratching the back of his neck.

You roll your eyes, "I need to go home,"

He fakes a gasp, "Skipping school? Not what I expected,"

"Just for lunch," You comment, "Good luck,"

Collecting the rest of your things, you begin heading toward your locker, finding Tom hot on your heels.

"I'll drive you home," He says, taking some books from you as you struggle to balance it all.

"I can walk,"

"And you'll spend the majority of lunch doing so. Just let me drive you, please," He sighs, slipping your Spanish book into place.

You glance at him hopelessly, letting your tense shoulders drop, "Fine,"

~~~~~

"Hey Dad," You knock gently on the bedroom door, "Thank you Penny,"

The nurse politely dismisses herself as you and Tom step inside the bedroom.

"It's good to see you again Mr (Y/l/n)," Tom nods respectfully.

"Again?" Evan grumbles, shifting uncomfortably in the bed.

You hurry over instantly, fixing the cushion behind him to let him lay down properly, "He doesn't have a great memory of a lot from before the accident."

Tom's jaw clenches and he opts to sit down in one of the chairs beside the bed as you perch on the arm rest.

"How's school?" Your Dad asks, "Did Peter manage to get you there on time?"

You chuckle a little, "Surprisingly, yeah. You don't need to worry about that,"

Your Dad smiles a little and cautiously shifts his hand until it finds yours, "I'm tired, darling,"

"Yeah, get some sleep Dad," You encourage, "I'll tell Penny to make you some lunch for a little bit later,"

He settles his eyes to close and you are left waiting in still silence until you hear his breathing even out and his hand slip slightly from your grip.

You pull your hand away and shift awkwardly on the armrest, now realising how close you were to Tom, "You know, when I first got back after it happened, he had no idea who I was. It was just Dad with him the whole time so that's all he knew. And then I came in and I remember he just screamed, and he was yelling and it was like he was trying with everything he had to just get me away from him and I-"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," Tom settles a hand on your back, the other moving to your knee as he squeezes gently.

"He's my Dad and he didn't even know who I was," You suppress another sob, "But the worst thing was that I don't think I would've even recognised me. I mean fuck, after everything that's happened, maybe he'd be happier if he didn't know-"

"Don't even say that," Tom affirms, standing up and moving to crouch to your height in front of you, both hands moving to cup your face, "Your Dad, both of your Dad's, they'll always always love you. And you've done nothing that could even possibly question that,"

"We covered up a murder T," You shake your head, "And sometimes I think that's worse than us being the ones to kill her,"

He takes a deep breath and his hands almost fall from your face, "We had no other choice,"

"Yeah, you're right," You scoff, "And I'll hate myself for it every day,"

"It's not your fault, and you know that," He encourages.

"You're lying to yourself if you think that's the case," You get up and head toward the door, "I'll get us some lunch,"

That was how it would be with you and Tom now. This twisted relationship in which you couldn't be with him but you couldn't be apart. He was in all ways a person you should want to get away from now. But there was one night, and a thousand other memories, that tugged your heart to him and made sure that your hand always found his when you were running from fire. Which you guessed you'd be doing a lot. The raging fire of guilt wouldn't just leave you now.

~~~~~

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