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sadlilghostt · 11 months ago

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓?

Genre : romance?

Warnings : swearing.

OTL; DOWHA BAEK X OC!READER

► in which the 'i—hate—people' typa person caught the attention of the campus crush??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 dramatic day. I sighed irritatedly as I rubbed my eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment before deciding to get my juicy ass off of my heavenly bed. Why must I leave this precious thing alone... Fuck school.

I groaned while I stretched my limb letting out a small hum in satisfaction once I heard a small '𝘱𝘰𝘱'. I scratch my bum as I walked to my mirror to look at my 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 self, well, not so fabulous self yet.. I look like shit in the morning wtf?

I chuckled at my inner thoughts as I walked off of my room to start my "day".

After I finished taking a bath and putting my damned uniform on like who tf even decided to make the females wear skirt?! Why can't they wear pants like men??? Ugh, but never mind that. Need to eat and brush my teeth.

And after alllll that I went to grab my bag and left the house and also not forgetting to lock it, didn't even bother to brush my hair this morning. Eh, it doesn't even look bad even if I didn't brush it idk why, my hair is styled in a short wolfcut ,it's a bit messy right not but it'll turn fluff later.

I took out my airpods and played 'odetari's' musics ngl his music is a 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨. I held the strap of my bag as I vibe my way to school. Once I got their j was greeted by disgusting pes-...𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 laughing and giggling and such, I don't know why they have full of energy in the morning, like do they eat sugar for breakfast or smth? 𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥.

My brows furrowed as I walked past through the students, when I made it to my class I stand still for a moment in the front of my classroom door taking a deep breath as well. Welp time to face those gremlins, I sighed as I held the door and slide it open and walked in but only to be met with a.. Wall? What the fuck? Since when did.. Huh??

I groaned as I look up to the thing that is blocking my way through inside, the first thing I saw was a.. Chest.. From a male.. When I trailed my eyes further up, I was met with cold yellow ones..

I took out my airpods and stared at him "motherfuckerly". What the fuck is this guy doin here-

" do you mind? " he seems irritated? The fucking audacity???? Does this bitch know that the first door is the entrance-

Me being a morning person and all cranky in the morning, I ain't letting this mf ruin my morning further just because he's a campus crush or smth.

" yes, I mind. " I frowned at him, which it caught him by a surprise? What? Ya think I'd be drooling over you or worship you cuz because you're good lookin? Ha 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 no, I'm Y/N L/N 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘛𝘊𝘏.

" you're in 𝘮𝘺 way. " he "pointed out".

" no, technically you're in 𝘮𝘺 way because this is literally the 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. Don't you know that? "I remarked at him getting more annoyed the longer I stayed in his presence.

The students around us started to look at our direction, some where surprised that I was acting this way to the "Almighty-dowha-baek", and some were annoyed and I don't know why, eh.

" can't you just move away so this will be over? " he sighed once again. I swear I'm going to personally bitch slap this mf-

" the why dont you do the honor?since you're clearly the one who is blocking the entrance. " I had to hold myself back from calling him 'mf' or else I'd really get an unwanted drama here.

He let's out an annoyed exhale as he lives away from the door. Ha, that's what I fucking thought.

" 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 you. " I sarcastically said as I walked inside not sparing a glance at him, but I can feel his gaze burning in the back of my head though. Lmao did I hurt his pride? Deserve.

Finally my seat, I dropped my bag beside my desk as I flopped myself in my seat as I inspired back my airpods into my ear. My peace was 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺 interrupted by my nosy ass seatmate, Hiera Kim.

Bitch can't everyone leave me alone for a SECOND?!?

I took a deep inhale before taking out my pods again and glared at her.

" what? "

" wow girl chill, no need to bite " she laughed. Bitch I will chomp and swing bite you like a mad dog if you do NOT leave me not the fuck alone or if this is not worth it to disturb my peace like that.

I narrowed my eyes at her waiting for her to give the reason on why she's disturbing me like this.

" 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘵𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦.. " I heard her mumble which made a vein pop into my forehead indicating to her that I will not hold myself back any further if she continued wasting my time like this.

She sweatdrop at the aura I'm giving before clearing her throat as she spoke.

" ok so, what was that earlier? "She asked.

" what was what 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘮. " I groaned telling her to be specific on what she tryna say.

" you know,that, the door thing, duh? " oh.

" what about it? "I sighed as I pushed back my bangs from my face and fixing it.

" are you serious right now? Do you even know who you bumped into? " she asked as if I was the idiot person in this room right now.

" yes and I don't gives two fuck, blue fucks, yellow fucks, pink fucks, about it. Now leave me alone. " I grumbled.

" girl- seriously you need to watch your attitude, that boy you've bumped into is the DOWHA BAEK, the hottest and popular guy in school? The boy who's like live in a luxurious life? An idol trainee?? " She started listing off on this baek life which I don't really care about.

" and? It's not like he's a God to make me on my knees and worship him, he's just a mere boy who is blessed with good features and nothing less. " I rolled my eyes at her.

Our litter quarrel went on for a moment and unknown to us, the certain blond just came back and heard our conversation.. Including the "mere boy who is just blessed with good features".

And for the first time in Dowha's life, he felt he's final seen as just a person in just that sentence.

Class went on terrible, especially math what tf. I hate them. I groaned as I started to prepare for our last period which is gym. Welp, here goes my energy.

Today at gym we did Dodge ball and then laps and any physical activity shit that made me all drained and tired. Nevermind Gym period is my number one loathed class.

I once where done I was about to leave the gym when this mf old geezer literally assigned me to clean the gym. I swear I will be the death of this geezer.

I growled as I yanked my bag back to the ground and angrily started to out the balls back to the baskets they sweep the floor. Once I was done with the floor I took the basket of balls and then placed them to the storage room. I was a bout to leave the place when I heard a light snore behind the boxes.

What-

Curiosity taking over me, I quietly walked over to the source of the noice and only to see the sleeping pretty boy, dowhak.

If I was like the other girls I wound me swooning and drooling over this sleeping dowha but hah no. I'm mad furious, this bitch literally slept here and left me to clean this mess up ALONE? ha this mf is aboutta taste hell.

I smirked devilishly as I come of a plan to wake this mf up.

I looked around the storage room to find anything good to use to wake this mf up when my eyes caught something good. I felt my smirk got bigger as I took the bottles and walked over to the make.

I stared down at him as I opened the kid of three eater bottle as I mercilessly pour down the water into him.

His eyes snapped open as he sprang out from his position. Oh and this mf also had a blanket? Wow.

He breath heavily fromthe shock as his head snapped into my direction. His gaze darkens, glaring at him for disturbing his sleep.

" what was that for? " he growls as she wiped his face with his shirt.

" to wake you up, duh? " I answered as I placed back the bottles on the boxes.

" can't you just woke up like a normal person instead of literally pouring a water to me? " hah damn he's pissed but idc.

" well I guess I'm not normal. Now get your ass up and help me mop the floor. " I glared at him which he glared back before standing up and shaking his head splashing me some of the droplets from his hair.

" hey! Watch it! " I growled at him before handing him the mop.

" whatever. " he grumbled as he yanked the mop from my hand rudely. Mf.

We both took out a bucket of water and left the storage room as was started to mop the gym.

The cleaning was real quite, but not awkward, but I'm still pissed at him.

" so.. " he started. Huh didn't know that water got into his brain for him to actually start a conversation at me.

" what. "

" I'm just wondering. " please don't tell me he's going to pull off that "hey-cutie-wanna-go-out? " like popular guys do, because I swear I'm going to rock his shit hard.

" no. "

" ha? " his brows are furrowed.

" what? " oh so that's not it.

" what- "

" shut ho and get on with it. " i cut him off feeling relieved that he isn't going to pull that thing off but also embarrassed because I assumed.

He cleared off his throat as she started to speak.

" so.. Aren't you like, going crazy or feeling blessed right now? " what.

I looked at him as if he was crazy.

" why would I? If anything I'm very much unlucky to be cleaning the mess I made plus being stuck here with you. "I groaned.

He quirked a brow at me also looking a bit offended that I find his presence a nuisance.

" well.. I don't know, you act so differently to me. " ohhh so does this guy think like I'm gonna drool and swoon because I'm in a room with him. Alone? Well in his dreams.

" what do you mean? " I asked as I proceed to mop the floor not even bothering to look at him.

" I mean, normally they would all go crazy in something like this. Plus would even let it slide and just let me go and do this by their self because "they don't want me to get tired" or "get dirty". " he explained.

" well sucks to you, I ain't that type of person. " I rolled my eyes.

" ... "

He went quiet again for a moment before speaking again.

" aren't you overwhelmed? " he asked one again. I sighed as I finally looked at his direction.

" by what? Your so called-handsome-face-? Or being attacked by your crazy girls. " I scoffed at him. But strangely he looked.. Relieved? Why?

" well I'm glad. " what?

" I don't want to spend my time listening to girl rant on why should I be their boyfriend or why should I hangout with them. Or them asking if do I actually live in a luxurious life. It hurts my ear hearing the same thing. "He chuckled. He seems genuine.

I stared at him for a while watching him chuckles. I think I misjudge him?

And after that, we actually got a decent conversation. About him disliking the attention and also him hating the fact that grown people kept pestering him to join the company and such. And he also confessed something that I never thought he would.

" actually.. Im not the man who's every one is expecting. " he confessed.

" huh? "I tilted my head trying to process on what he's trying to say. He took a deep inhale and the exhale before continuing his sentence.

" I.. Don't live in a luxurious life, I don't have those expensive stuff or anything that everyone is telling about me. " he confessed.

" soo.. You're like a fraud? " I furrowed my brows at him. He snapped his head into my direction as he shook his head.

" no no no, it's nothing like that, really.. " he sighed. "His can I put this.. " he started to jumble over his words trying to find the correct word to describe his situation.

With just by looking at him, seeing his frustration with how he's trying to say.. I finally understand him.

" oh, so.. You just didn't said anything because you didn't want to lie, you also didn't deny it because you're afraid that people won't see you like on their expectations that you're afraid to not be seen and be accepted. That's why you didn't said anything and just let them believe on what their believing, that's what. " and with that he froze.

He slowly looked at me with wide eyes with his mouth slight parted. He gulped before nodding his head slowly. He was speechless that a girl like her, the outcast of the school was able to figure a guy who is popular like him in just by looking and listening.

I smiled at him genuinely before chuckling.

" if that's the actual reason then don't worry, I'm not that shit of a person to dislike you because you aren't the person I'm expecting you to be. I get what you're trying to say, I also understand the feeling of fear of someone not accepting you because you didn't matched with their expectations. I mean, we're just humans. You're just a human, a boy, and more importantly, a teenage boy who just wanted to be seen by 𝘩𝘪𝘮 not by how he looks like, right? "He didn't said anything but he remains on looking at him in shock, then I started to feel guilt that I literally exposed him like that-

" oh- did I go far? I'm sorry you can forget everything I said-im sorry- "

" no.... N-no it's.. Ok, I guessed I am shock, but very happy that, someone finally see me. "He smiled genuinely.

" oh.. Yeah-ok " I chuckled , suddenly the mop looks interesting.

" you know, you aren't that bad actually. "

I looked at him to see him smiling.. Genuinely, genuinely happy.

" yeah.. Same as you, I thought you are like one of those egoistic "popular-boys" "I laughed softly which he also laughed along. He then bring his hand on the nap of his neck as he scratched it awkwardly as he glance to his side with an awkward smirk.

" well I guess I am like that- but i promise I'm not a jerk like them. "He chuckled.

" yeah, sure. " I smiled. I guess I really did misjudge him.

" so.. Y/N is it? " wow I'm surprised this boy knew my name with his popularity.

" yeah, Y/N L/N. " I smiled. " I already know you soo.. Yyyeah.. "I awkwardly chuckled.

" well you at least deserve a decent introduction.. " he chuckled as he held out his hand in front of me.

" Dowha Baek. " he smiled.

" Y/N L/N. " I smiled back as I accepted his hand shake.

▻𝐄𝐍𝐃.

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓! ~

#otl #manhwa #romance

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sadteacherspet · 4 months ago

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So I Wrote Down My Story.

(TW/CW: Inappropriate TC Dynamics)

I am now 28, and this all happened when I was a young teen. It kind of consumed the majority of my adolescence and early 20s, so I felt like the best thing I could do was write it down.

For context I had a very chaotic/troubled home life. I lacked guidance and validation from the adults in my life, and I had issues with my father at this time in particular.

It was a new school year, and we had a new young English teacher, 27 going on 28. Let's call him Mr. J.

We did ice breaker activities and I received cute little notes back on my worksheet because I talked about my music interests, and it turned out that we had stuff in common. Something about him was funny and a little weird. He wasn't particularly attractive, but I was just strangely fascinated by him, and I wanted to be his friend.

I was pretty rambunctious, known for being loud and quirky, so I turned it into a mission.

I did exceptionally well in his class and became a teacher's pet pretty quickly. I realized that I wanted to become a writer, and he really motivated me. I was also a fast reader, so he'd lend me books out of his personal library and I would report back a few days later with my little reviews on them.

I sat right in front of his desk, with my desk pushed up against it. Sometimes I organized and tidied up his desk, helped myself to his grapes, sat in his chair. I was a bit of a brat, and I knew I could get away with it too.

And things were falling apart at home, so I confided in him. I started spending my lunch periods in the classroom where I was able to vent, and I found out that he dealt with similar issues. He gave me the best advice, and I felt like I was able to relate to him. It started turning into a crush.

Then I started coming in early to school, and staying a little late after just to linger around.

In a sneaky move, I stole his number off a contact sheet and texted it, pretending to be someone else as a prank. He thought I was an adult with the wrong number, and I managed to get his AIM. We started chatting on AIM but eventually he figured me out.

Initially, he was worried that he would get in trouble. Eventually, he let up and it got to a point where I'd get a haircut over the weekend, and he'd ask me on the following Monday why I didn't text him about it. He ruffled it and told me it looked good.

We still chatted on AIM occasionally, but he always reminded me to be careful. He only wanted to be a "cool teacher" who was friends with his students.

Then he started an after-school drama club, so I joined to be able to spend more time with him.

We played around a lot. I'd swipe his seat once he stood up and he'd sit on me in retaliation. To compromise, we'd share the seat, side by side, hip to hip. Sometimes when I was texting a friend, he would check his phone out of anticipation, thinking I was texting him.

We decided to start a band with another student, a boy, and we spent lunch periods practicing in the classroom. Then I walked into class one day with a new CD on my desk as a little gift.

We started getting closer and touchier. In drama club, we goofed off and I pulled off his tie. Some other kid thought it would be funny to blindfold him with it, and I dragged him with it towards a closet. He stopped at the door, and that was that. Afterwards, he offered to walk me home from school.

Sometimes he offered to buy me snacks after school from the corner store, and he wanted to give me his old bike but I would have had to go pick it up from his apartment.

One day, something large and important of his was stolen, so I rallied everyone together and crowdfunded a replacement. It was a grand gesture on my part, and he was very grateful.

We started hanging out outside of school. We had band practice at his apartment, me and the other boy. I sat next to him and I leaned my knee against his, but he pulled away (much to my disappointment). Afterwards, he bought us pizza.

I was very openly flirtatious and obvious about my crush, but we had to have a few cautious talks about how "there are other fish in the sea." He shut me down quite a bit and it was pretty discouraging, but I had fun chasing him. Sometimes it seemed like he gave in a little, so I kept being persistent.

In the summer, he took walks with me and maybe two other kids, and we stopped at a café to split a slice of cake. We got ice cream and I stole a spoonful of his while he stole a spoonful of mine.

He invited me and that other boy out to the movies once. The boy declined, but the offer still stood for me. I couldn't go, but I think about what it would have been like if I had. The two of us, alone at the movies.

He let me play with his hair and beard, I got my hugs and head pats and arm rubs, and he helped me put my necklace on. He asked me to check his shirt size once because I asked about it, and I remember being nervous about leaning in closely to flip out the back of his collar.

He'd playfully lean in towards my face and pull away, and he pretended to bully me by grabbing my backpack and threatening to push me down the stairs. I'd slap him jokingly too, and I swiped his binder off his desk but returned it the next morning. We bickered and bantered. I was endlessly snarky and took everything as a challenge.

He did say we might have known each other in a past life, maybe as caterpillars or Bonnie and Clyde or two boys during the Great Depression.

"It would be cool if you were my daughter. It would be weird, but we'd both enjoy it." Whatever that meant.

In an act of fake-bullying, he wrapped his hands around my throat to play-choke me. It seemed like it was supposed to be like Homer and Bart Simpson, but it was much slower than that, and he whispered closely, "Is this okay? I can k*ll you, huh?" -- His humor was always weird, and the fake-bully thing was an ongoing inside joke, but this felt a little ... intimate.

As a teen with raging hormones, I hate to say that it unlocked a new kink for me.

At a neighborhood party, he offered to crack peoples' backs, and cracked mine, standing behind me, lifting me up and leaning me backwards onto him (like this.)

Later on, looking through his personal bookshelf, I stumbled upon Lolita. I picked it up, but he snatched it out of my hands and told me I shouldn't read it.

Eventually, I graduated and I wrote him silly love poems at the end of the year. I told him I loved him, and he said it back, though he probably meant it differently.

At the time, I made jokes with my friends about him being a creep but it genuinely felt like my flirting was being reciprocated. In a way, a part of me still recognized that it was not normal and inappropriate, even though it thrilled me.

He was so important to me, and I leaned on him for so much. He grew incredibly distant after I graduated, he got married and had kids and was busy all the time. I felt like I needed him, but I also felt like I was intruding. He always had a thoughtful response to my emails, and continued giving me great advice well into my 20s, but he felt so far away. If we were so fated to become friends like he said we were, then why weren’t we anymore?

Eventually, I decided to "break up," because I felt like I was stuck. I felt like a weirdo for leaning on him for way too long, and I felt like I was too old for it. I guess it was really confusing, feeling so close and so intimate, to becoming strangers who dropped in via sporadic emails. I kind of felt crazy, as if I made it all up in my head. Like I wasn't as important to him as I had originally thought, and maybe I'd read way too deep into everything that happened because I wanted to see reciprocation. My biggest fear was that I was coming off like a creep or a delusional stalker who couldn't grow up.

But I know that all of these things happened because I am a data hoarder, and I have kept AIM logs dating back to the late 2000s. Every time something "significant" happened between us, I gushed about it in excitement to my friends. Conversations like, "OMG you'll never guess what happened today, Mr J SAT ON MY LAP because we fought over a chair lol!"

And I doubt he remembers any of it, or the impact it had on me and why.

I've gone over it endless times, trying to figure out if he was a good guy or a bad guy, and maybe I'm still not sure. I definitely think he had some poor judgement.

As I got older, it messed with my taste in men. I chased similar dynamics and found myself in seedy situations. And some consider it gr**ming, but is it really gr**ming when nothing explicitly happened? It was just a bizarre grey area that faded away. Some have told me it was, but what I'm stuck on is- What was the point then? If it never went anywhere and my advances were shut down, what was it all for? But I guess this is a question that no one really has the answer to and I'll have to figure out how to be content with that.

Can a man in his late 20s truly befriend a teenager in a way that is completely wholesome and pure? Does a teacher’s care and empathy extend that much? As a 28 year old, the same age he was, I just feel like a big dumb kid now. Maybe he did too.

But anyway, this came up because he moved into a neighborhood that my family frequents, and something about the possibility of running into him again makes me wonder whether he would be attracted to me now. I'm not sure why I would even want to know. I think for a really long time, I believed that if we had been born in the same generation, he would have been able to like me back. If I were to run into him, maybe I could put it to the test, even though I don't feel anything for him anymore. I don't know.

Outside perspectives welcome, I feel like my lens are fogged when looking back on it.

Part of me will always appreciate that he was a prominent adult figure in my life for a good chunk of it, who genuinely guided me through tough times.

Another part of me resents him because I chased that dynamic for so many years, and I ended up being taken advantage of by some malicious older men.

The rest of me just wonders.

I read what I wrote down over and over, and every time, I change my mind about it. "He was just stupid and young, in his first teaching job, intoxicated by flattery and he had a stupid sense of humor," VS. "He was a perv," back and forth. One thing is certain, he should have drawn better lines. The intent, I'm still fuzzy about. Maybe it's denial, or stockholm syndrome.

#tc struggles #tc blog #tc crush #tc community #tcc #teacher crush #teacher crush community #male teacher crush

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futurebird · 1 year ago

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Part One - Part Two

At that private girl's school the teachers were not very aware. Or maybe, because the students were, generally, such goodie-two-shoes, it never occurred to them that a 5th grader might cut class. To my credit, the first time that I cut class? That was by accident. Things had not gone well at recess. I don't remember what exactly happened, but I was crying and angry didn't want to stay outside anymore. I went inside as if just going to the bathroom, but when I got to the bathroom I kept walking. It was a sunny spring day, nearly everyone in the school was outside. I could hear the noise from the playground, squeals, shouts, laughter and also the strange spidery echo the red bouncing balls made in the narrow alleyway in back. It was like the sound that The Bionic Man made when he jumped. But, inside? It was quiet. I peered into empty classrooms. Everything was still. Papers on the desks, coats and bags in the cubbies. The teacher's slim leather bag and next to it: a ring of keys. On an angry impulse I grabbed them.

When we'd prepared for the Christmas play we'd gone up to the attic to find costumes and supplies. Mrs. Nevens had even given me the keys once by myself so I could fetch an extra halo. The keys felt heavy and important. Going to the attic again sounded like a lovely idea. I made my way quickly to the 3rd floor by the "servant's stairs" (There weren't any "servants" at the school, but everyone called the smaller, more hidden staircase that for some reason. It always felt a little pretentious. The school was in an old red-brick building, like an overgrown house. ) I made my way past the music room. And the hallway lined with photos of each Senior class in white dresses for graduation. I unlocked the door to the attic stairs-- and then, still thinking fast, I ran all the way back to the 5th grade classroom and replaced the keys on Mrs. Neven's desk. As I ran back to the attic, I wondered if Mrs. Nevens would notice that the keys weren't in the same position. I imagined an investigation. Detectives would photograph the keys after placing a little numbered marker next to them. Evidence. I imagined a search party looking for me! The discrepancy in the placement of the keys would be their only clue. But, still wrestling with tears as I ran up the "servant's" stairs, I didn't care. There were so many keys on the ring, how could they guess which one I'd used? (It didn't occur to me that no one would notice that the keys were moved-- or that no one might notice that I was even gone at all!) I reached the attic and the darkness of the attic stairs! The door I'd unlocked closed behind me. Sudden panic. It had locked! (Later I would learn to use gum, and tape, and at long last key copying to make the attic less of a prison.) But, on that first time I was locked in. Part One - Part Two

#based on a true story #This is what it was like #teasing #bullying #5th grade #quiet places #libraries #locked in a library #story

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invisibleraven · 2 years ago

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Apology Prompt! "I'm sorry for hurting you." for the Carrie relationship of your choice, romantic or platonic

It starts as it always does, with Carrie sniping at Julie. The girl had messed up her piano sonata, quite badly thanks to a carpal tunnel flare up. Mrs. Harrison had been sympathetic and given her a make up date.

"Maybe you should take it as a sign to quit music... again," Carrie snarked.

"At least I can play an instrument, not auto tune my way around synthpop," Julie snarked back.

"Well apparently you can't given that performance," Carrie replied. When she saw Julie's face screw up in anger, she sneered. "What are you made about it? Go home and cry to mommy. Oh wait... you can't."

"Fuck you Carrie," Julie replied, the tears streaming down her face as she ran from the classroom.

Sure, Mrs. Harrison had admonished her before chasing after Julie, but Carrie just flipped her hair and sat down. It didn't matter that she immediately regretted what she said, or that the whole class was glaring daggers at her. Not one bit.

Except it did.

The guilt kept eating at her all day, and finally, she tracked Julie down, going through a dance routine with one of the himbos who were constantly following her around. They looked pretty good honestly, moving together as if they were in perfect synch. Julie was smiling at the guy when the song ended, but immediately glowered when she caught sight of Carrie. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you obviously. Alone."

"Maybe she doesn't want to hear what you have to say," the guy bit back, glaring at her, his eyes a cutting green that almost made Carrie shiver.

"It's okay cariño, I'll be okay. Go wait for Luke, he should be done detention soon, and then we can all go home. Watch a movie?" Julie offered, and Carrie watched as her pit bull transformed into a puppy dog, smiling wide and melting under her soft touch.

"Alright darlin', whatever you want. Just... holler if you need me to get Flynn to cut a bitch okay?"

Julie giggled at that. "Will do."

The boy turned, once again looking unimpressed at Carrie before dashing off. "Boy friend?" Carrie asked.

"Like you care," Julie snorted, then crossed her arms. "You came here to talk, so talk."

"Look, I'm sorry for hurting you, okay? I was out of line, and I shouldn't have said it. Your mom was always nice to me, and I'm sorry she's gone," Carrie said, her voice laced with sincerity.

"Then why did you say it?"

"Someone needs to cut you down," Carrie offered in explanation "You lost your music and still stayed in the program while the rest of us had to fight for space. Then you came back with a full band and everyone worships the ground you walk on. Even today when you totally messed up, you got a second chance. But if I had tripped up, my grade would have reflected that."

"So you're jealous?" Julie asked, then scoffed. "Rip me down so you feel better about yourself in the cruelest way possible? Did it make you feel better?"

"No," Carrie admitted.

"Then what does it help?" Julie sighed, shaking her head. "I don't think I'm perfect Carrie, no one does. I'm sorry that the school showing my sympathy irks you, but I didn't ask them to. Maybe they just like me because I'm nice. You can be talented as anything, and even I will admit you are, but your personality is lacking, so no one is inclined to do you any favours. Maybe think about that. I have better things to do with my time."

"Like watch movies with your boyfriend?" Carrie snarked.

Julie rolled her eyes. "Boyfriends," she said, emphasizing the plural. "If you ever want to offer me a real apology for how you've acted over the past few years, maybe stop being so nasty and you can come watch one with us. We used to be friends, and while I doubt we'll ever be that way again, I'd be happy enough to be friendly. Maybe one day you will as well."

With that, Julie whirled away, leaving Carrie in the dust, flouncing off to where Carrie could see two cute guys waiting for her, greeting her with a warm hug. She was sure that Julie wasn't thinking about Carrie, alone and remorseful.

But Carrie was sure she would be thinking about what Julie said for the rest of the night.

#filled prompts #ficlet #julie & carrie #hints of peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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just---keep---simming · 2 months ago

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Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

I can't believe it. I'm here, in San Myshuno, in the foyer of the building of an apartment I rented all by myself. Take that, Mum and Dad. I might not have a single Simolean left to my name, but I'm in the city and out of crushing, mundane, soul-killing suburbia.

Okay, so the apartment is tiny. And gross. The walls are stained and I think there are mice. I can't afford any furniture, not even a place to sit. But hey, it's somewhere to live for now, and I have my guitar for company and something to do.

Not too long after I moved in my neighbours came over to introduce themselves. Their names are Anaya and Baako Jang, and they're a married couple who live in the apartment next door. They're, like, old or whatever, but they actually seem kind of cool. I don't think the whole building is as grotty as my apartment, so maybe their place is nicer.

I didn't let them in to my apartment; I'm too embarrassed to let them see it, and I don't need adults nosing around and getting worried about me. I didn't tell them how old I am but it's not hard to guess I'm underage. Anaya gave me some fruitcake before they headed home, which was disgusting but also the only food I have at the moment, so I made myself have a slice. Gross.

You wouldn't think doing the dishes would be so exciting. I hated doing them at home. But when you're doing your own dishes in your own place, it's kind of cool.

What's not cool is having no money. I managed to get a job at a local cafe easy enough, but they would only give me hours that didn't clash with school. I was planning on dropping out and tried to convince them to give me more hours, but they weren't having it. They gave me two hours every morning, EARLY, and that'll have to do.

My first shift was fine, but I was tired from getting up so early and not happy to be heading in to my new school. I enrolled myself here when I moved - I didn't want my parents to be able to just turn up to school and find me - but like I said, I wasn't planning on staying for long.

To my annoyance, the principal wouldn't let me drop out. She said I only needed a handful more credits to get my diploma, and if I went ahead and unenrolled she planned to track my parents down and let them know it.

Which is how I found myself back in a stupid classroom, taking stupid notes for a stupid maths class I don't care about or need. What good is maths to a famous musician?

I guess I did enjoy meeting some new city kids though. Cassandra Goth and I quickly hit it off; her parents are pretty intense, like mine, and she was impressed when I told her about how I'd gotten out from under their suffocating expectations.

"I'm going to be famous, but they don't believe I can do it." "It's brave of you to do it without their support. Can I come see your apartment sometime?" "Sure, sometime. Once I have some furniture for it!"

So I figured I was going to have to suffer through school, at least for a while, which was a bummer because I was hoping to supplement my barista income with some busking and school took up so much of my time. After a little while, though, I discovered the school's music room, and realised I could make something out of being stuck in education. I started skipping classes now and then, focused on piano and singing since I had my own guitar at home. When I couldn't cut class without risking too much trouble, I'd stay late after school instead.

It sounds like I was crushing it, doesn't it? But I won't lie, it was really hard a lot of the time. My air mattress sucked and I often woke up on the floor. I was exhausted at school because of the crappy night's sleep and early barista shifts. And, although I was earning a small wage, I was worried about making rent and bills.

Which meant that, even though I lived right by some amazing food stalls, I didn't get to eat there very much.

Eating was a big problem in fact. I didn't really learn how to cook at home. My parents were big on education and me going to university, but not so big on basic life skills.

After I nearly burnt my apartment down, I decided I'd better stick to salads. Fresh produce isn't cheap but at least salads don't require an oven. There was no way I could afford to replace it, even if I wanted to risk it again, which I didn't. I was terrified of starting another fire.

I wasn't totally useless, though. After my toilet broke I headed to the library and checked out a book on home repairs. I followed the instructions carefully, and managed to fix it myself!

I also got started with the busking, picking a couple of places around the city to try my hand. I'm...still learning, let's say. Like, I'm not terrible, but I'm also self-aware enough to know I need to keep practicing. Still, I made a little bit of cash and people seemed to enjoy listening as they walked past.

The other thing that I knew I needed to do to help my finances was improve my skills as a barista. It's hardly my dream job, but a promotion and a better pay rate would help a lot. Some more time in the library helped nab me that, and while my boss hardly thinks I'm going to be the next coffee maestro, he seems happy enough with my work.

I was telling Cassandra about my promotion, and she mentioned that on the weekend the flea market would be on in the city. She lives in Willow Creek (poor thing!) but suggested she get the bus to the city and come check it out with me. The bonus I'd gotten from work might even cover a sofa, if there were bargains to be had.

It was a rainy day for the flea market, but that didn't deter Cassandra. She came out to the city as promised, and we checked out the goods.

I was so glad she suggested it, because I found a sofa I could afford! It's pretty worn, but it's purple! So it really brightens the place up. Somewhere to sit at last.

Cassandra is the first person I've let into the apartment since I rented it. It's still pretty embarrassing, but she's my closest friend, and I trusted her not to judge. I was going to make us onigiri, but Cassandra had another suggestion.

"The Spice Festival is on tonight. Free food! Should we go?"

Cassandra's parents are loaded so I knew she was thinking of me when she mentioned free food, which I thought was nice of her.

It was a great idea. We sampled all the dishes available and I had a huge serving of my favourite, ramen. I don't really know how to use chopsticks but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it. Cassandra introduced me to a friend of hers, Greta, and we finished the night listening to the busker and chatting. Which brings me to the end of my first six months in the city. I've survived so far, just, and even though school feels like a waste of time, at least I can work on my music there. Let's hope I can keep making rent!

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thevoidstaredback · 11 months ago

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I'm an introvert, but not really by choice. I love being around people (sometimes) and I love interacting with people (if the vibes are good). All good qualities. Qualities that I picked up and learned and nurtured. Out of everyone I currently know and talk to, I can confidently say that I am the most charismatic and could talk them in circles. It's cocky, but I'm sure I can back it up.

The problem, though, lies in the forced isolation. Quarantine was hell for a lot of people, but it got to me the worst in my family. I thrive off of talking to people. I match energy with the people I'm interacting with. Being stuck in a house with the same few people who share almost no interests with me nearly killed me. Quarantine was hell, but that's not where this starts.

Elementary school (as far back as I can remember) is where the forced isolation began. I didn't recognize it at the time. I just thought the people didn't like me! Sure, kids still played with me and let me play with them, but that was only if I asked them first.

It didn't get bad until middle school. Yes, I had a large group of people that I knew, but maybe 7-10 ever approached me first. Everyone else made me go to them unless they needed something from me. If I was needed, I was wanted. What a terrible lesson for a 12 y/o to learn.

So, I became useful. I didn't want to be alone, so I listened and watched. I came to know the names of every person in our grade, as well as a few in the older and younger grades, too. I listened to bits and pieces of their stories. If there was someone you wanted to find, I probably knew where they were.

High school is when I became much more outgoing. I found my passion for theatre and the performing arts in elementary, but high school was when I was allowed to colour outside the lines with that passion. I Met my closest friends in that Theatre classroom.

Of course, I still knew everyone's names and where the most likely place to find them was, but that didn't matter anymore. These people didn't want me for my usefulness. These guys wanted to be around me just for the sake of being around me! I think. I thought.

I like to listen, so people came to me when they wanted someone to listen. Sometimes they'd want advice, so I'd give it to them. Sometimes they wanted a biased answer to a question they had about themselves, so I'd give them one. Sometimes they Just needed to cry, so I let them cry.

People, I have found, love talking about what they love. My sister once spent three hours telling me the George Lucas canon of Star Wars. My dad has spent an equal amount of time talking about video games. My friends have all talked in avid detail about everything they've ever found interesting enough to look into. Is it too much to ask the same courtesy?

I once went on a two hour long explanation about an anime I fell in love with (KHR). I explained the story and the world and the characters and the power system as best I could because I fell in love with it and I wanted to share that love with my family. My mom didn't so much as look at me for that entire two hours. Neither did my sister. Neither did my friend. And when I bring up that same show? None of them can remember a single detail. Not even the title character's name.

A more recent example is from today. I found Journey to Bethlehem on the Musical Theatre side of TikTok and fell in love with the song. Further looking into it landed me with the trailer. I'm not a religious person, but I already can't wait to listen to the entire soundtrack and watch the movie. I showed my very religious mother the trailer and the song (Good To Be King) and all she said was "Hm.". I showed my dad the song, and he said that he liked the guy singing. I tried to talk to them both about how hard those high notes are for guys to sing, but neither even responded. I tried to show my sister the Song, but she just dismissed me, so I moved topics. I sent the link of Good TO Be King to my closest friends over an hour ago when most of them were on Discord and not a single person has said a thing about it.

I've tried talking to people about my special interests, but I'm dismissed or ignored every time and I'm getting fed up with it. I want to go on an hours long rant about One Piece or BSD or KHR or The Slayers or FMA/FMAB or Harry Potter (fanon) or LOTR or Bluey, but no one will listen!

I know my problems are small in the eyes of the world. I know that people don't see my problems as problems, but I do. I see them as problems. Do you want to know what my parents said when I spoke to them about this? "You're overthinking things."

This is why I don't talk to people anymore. This is why I'm an introvert. This is why I spend so much time keeping to myself.

I had to deal with questioning everything about myself alone because no one would listen to me. I came out as AroAce my senior year of highschool, and you wanna know the responses I've gotten?

Dad: "You just need to go to church more."

Mom, grandma, aunt: *completely ignored* *goes on to talk about me getting married and having kids*

My closest friends: "Which one? You can't be both." "You just haven't found the right person yet." "Once everyone is married, you'll want to get married, too. Then you'll start looking."

I've gone on for a while, but I need to get this stuff off my chest. I hate being forgotten. I've been forgotten about enough that I'm actually traumatized from it.

Anyone who read this whole thing, thanks. Anyone who sympathizes, thanks. Anyone who is going to tell me to suck it up or that my problems are nothing compared to yours, can go fvck themselves.

Now, if you'll excuse me-

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selenityshiroi · 2 years ago

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Pokemon Scarlet and Violet thoughts after the first weekend of playing:

First some pros

Gameplay is super fun

Story is interesting so far (the gym challenge less so but the other two lines are great)

Mons are varied and plentiful

Encounters are good although it's a shame they still haven't consolidated battle text into one screen yet (multiple buffs should just be one prompt not several)

Pokemon models are amazing

Traversal, once you unlock a couple upgrades, is great

Deliberate encounter shiny hunting is the most fun it's ever been (I deliberately hunted Fidough and it took me a couple hours but doing Let's Go KOs to respawn the mons was so much better than random encounters)

The Sprigatito evolution line is one of my favourite starter lines ever. May even go to number one.

In fact a lot of the new mons are top tier

The music is fire

Seriously, get me that Tera Raid song please it's living rent free in my brain

Also Tera Raid battles are such a great improvement on the SwSh Raid Dens

Tera Forms are super interesting-not a competitive player but having fun with the mechanic

Miraidon is adorable and has cat like mannerisms like Toothless from HTTYD and I love my technodragon with my whole heart

Now for some cons

Performance is pretty yikes

It got a lot better after I followed some advice (moved the data from SD to console memory, forced the resolution to 720 instead of auto to prevent upscaling attempts) but it's still not fantastic

The mons are so small and get swallowed up in the grass which not only makes shiny hunting pretty headache inducing (especially without a shiny Sparkle or sound and with a lot of subtle shinies loosing even more distinction with lighting effects in play) but makes hunting in general pretty difficult

I had no crashes in the first two days but then it crashed three times on me within an hour last night

You don't get the school lessons...by going to the classrooms??? I didn't realise you had to ask at the front desk which means I didn't find them until I'd unlocked so many it took me an hour and a half to go through them. That being said...the lessons are actually not that bad-decent detailed information and presented well. I hear there are some things locked behind them, which is why I went after them, but even as a veteran I didn't get annoyed with them

Environment models are still bad but not distracting bad (like PLA tbh)

NPC models are both great (close up or in battle) or yikes (in passing when they have a slow framerate and look like PS2 polygons

Lack of outfit customisation is sad. I get it because of the school environment but I hope DLC gives us more freedom

Shops are super disappointing...a few basic model buildings would have been nice and also given the game a chance to dump all the loaded overworld data and start afresh on exiting (maybe? Not exactly a game developer here)

Things that aren't an issue to me but I know some people are probably taking issue with/benefit of the doubt stuff:

Quaxly's 3rd evo (haven't seen Fuecoco's line yet) is one where I took one look at it and thought 'Oh...I bet some people HATE that' but I think it's amazing and it redeemed Quaxly entirely for me lol

Limited dex: we know we're getting transfer only stuff later. We know we'll probably get DLC and more mons later. We do NOT need all 1000 mons in one game. I thing it's perfectly acceptable to have the entire National Dex available on one console (so hopefully between this, SwSh and BDSP/PLA all mons are available on Switch) without them being available in one game.

But they should have taken more time...we know why they don't. Pokemon is a franchise and the games are a cog in the wheel to generate new merchandise. That wheel needs to keep turning. If they can't turn out a polished product in the time given they should invest in more staff and developers rather than take longer.

I still...still wonder if Nintendo had intended to release a Switch Pro by now but were scuppered by the pandemic and the chip shortages. Was this game planned to be a next console release and that is why optimisation is so shoddy? Is that why Zelda TOTK has been delayed twice (since it doesn't have a merch schedule to prevent more time being spent on oprimisation)? Who knows.

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groovyships · 2 years ago

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Miss Pepper's class!!! You never learn anything relevant in there and their classroom is breaking 3 fire violations but the vibe is groovy B]

#Miss Pepper tag #TAWOG oc #TAWOG s/i #self ship #self shipping #self insert #s/i #They never turn the bright lights on because it is HORRIBLE on their autism #But I'd like to think that once they move into the music classroom they just!! Completely turn it into a cozy space!#The biggest sources of light are. The lava lamp and the glow chalk.#Elmore doesn't really care about the quality of education?? As shown??#But at the very least they try to make sure their students are happy and having fun??#Half of the class is just them infodumping and the other is listening to music while doing word puzzles #THE ORIGINAL CAPTION WAS SO BUTCHERED

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n1k1tty · 3 years ago

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kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #jake enhypen #enhypen jake x reader #jake x reader #jake sim #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun

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choptop-sawyer · 3 years ago

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Hi again 😎💫 im here to dig at ur brain again bcs i. M. Aaa sorry i just love ur stuff but. I have this kinda rly specific storyline type hc area and I'd love to hear any hcs you might get from it if its at all jr thing. But um I keep sometimes thinking back to the idea of kinda, vaguely growing up in the same area as the Sawyers, being childhood friends (and being stupid 2gether, running arount the countryside, ditching school & playing in corn fields) -

But then having to leave in your late teens to school / whatever (I mean 😎 my sappy ass also thinks abt mutual pining w Bobby but you know...... nearly unrelated.......)

Then, later on (Bobbys now Chop Top, Nubbins is..... dead I guess but also >:( maybe not, the family is up to being a mess etc) returning to town to take a break from work or whatever. N meeting up w the family again, i mean, oblivious to the bullshit they get up to but.... yk

This is a bit rambly i should probs have waited to sleep but I can't get the thought of returning to the Sawyer door wearing Bobbys tie dye sweatshirt that hr borrowed u years ago and all the impact of being a former family member bc u were also kind of an outsider or whatever but also the drama of leaving so uwu sksjd

This got so long. All i wanted to ask is: sawyer family headcanons for a childhood friend returning to town after being away for years. Rip.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS god I love the image too of just standing in the doorway,, you're not home, you've changed a little bit, but you still fit into some of the old aspects you know so well they fit you and cover you.

Actually this is great because that fic that I swear exists has pretty much the same premise but!!! I can make this one less tragic than that one. 😎

(This is mostly Chop Top n you centric please don't mind)

Also this timeline is all fucky. I think that as soon as Chop came home from Vietnam the Sawyers had basically uprooted themselves and were living in North Texas because of the... Hardesty incident. But like can we pretend that that never happened they r still there in Newt? Just for this. (Hope you like it!)

Chop Top's Childhood Friend Returns

You don't think you would have turned out the way you did without the Sawyers.

They were the main element of your childhood, a mystery that you had to be a part of. A mystery, because they were closed off. Mistrustful. The sickness of small towns carried to the extreme, because they were mostly alone. The loneliness made them more miserable, the misery made them more isolated. A cycle, a legacy.

So it was a a miracle that you were even allowed to be apart of some of it, but you attribute that miracle to Bobby.

He seemed to think you were as much of mystery as what you thought the Sawyers were. Two kids looking through a small window into another world. But he liked that. He liked that you were something different, something new. From beyond that small world of loneliness that lived in the house.

You learned quickly that he had a desire for anything beyond that world. So he'd invite you out with him, when you were kids, to run free in the tall grass, when you got older, to drive with him to places unknown. He had a knack for finding these odd places, and he always brought you along with the music cranked up loud on the radio.

Bobby told you many times that he wanted to see the world. He had this lust for life that went beyond the restlessness of the young. He also said that he wanted to bring you along with him when he saw the world. You didn't ever mention how that always made your heart skip a beat when he said that.

Maybe you should have. But the past is the past and you can't change that.

You knew the other Sawyers too, but Bobby tended to avoid them sometimes. But occasionally, you got to hang out with them.

Nubbins was an enigma. You didn't think Nubbins was his real name. But that's the only one you heard from him, but the name situation was the least confusing thing. He was the most open person you knew. And yet you couldn't understand him, and decided at some point that you wouldn't ever. But he was fun. His energy was infectious, if he was filled with joy, you couldn't help but laugh with him too. That was Nubbins, so absent of any purposeful deceit that he was almost a mirror, you saw yourself around him, sometimes it was uncomfortable, but other times it was fun.

Bubba was the opposite. He seemed to be legitimately wary of you. Bobby once told you that Bubba didn't like to leave the house, ever. He stayed and did the chores. You wondered if he minded, being stuck with all the chores but Bobby said he didn't. It was comforting for him. Always having something set to do. You only saw him once. Nubbins had made him tag along when he needed him to hang some things from a tree. Bones from indeterminate animals, a clock with a nail through it. You don't think Nubbins actually needed Bubba to reach the branches (he climbed pretty well) but he just wanted his little brother to see his work. Bubba didn't make eye contact with you the entire time. He was wholly focused on his task of helping Nubbins. But he was gentle when he helped his brother, careful, and for that you liked him.

Drayton was... well. He was the one Bobby argued with the most. He was his brother, but with how much age between the two, it was almost hard to believe sometimes. Drayton was the one that everybody in Newt knew the most. People liked him well enough, but they said he was odd behind his back. He knew that. You don't think he trusted anything outside the insular world he and his family had existed in for years, and was at odds with Bobby because he didn't get why Bobby wanted anything to do with the world outside.

Oftentimes you would see Bobby after he and Drayton got into it. He'd be fuming, but he'd smile when he saw you. You'd leave with him whenever he came to you. These adventures were the most fun you had when you were there.

The other times you'd go off were when he'd convince you to skip school. Bobby never went himself. He didn't get the idea of all those kids sitting in classrooms for hours, doing nothing but writing and listening. Why do that when you can find things out for yourself? Get into some trouble? In his mind, he was saving you from a very boring thing.

You two knew the area around Newt well. The fields and the flat expanses were the best kind of playground. Your dreams were still set in them. A kind of sunshine filled melancholy.

Bobby told you things in the grass. His dreams yes, but his own thoughts. On music, on late night radio, on movies, on you. He perhaps thought of you as wonderful as voices on the radio, stars on the screen. He never told you that though. But your name was never far from his mouth when Bobby talked about the things he loved.

You and him loved each other as much as two kids who didn't know how to could. He was always on your mind now, with not much tangible objects to remember him with. A photograph taken by Nubbins, your faces blurred because you were laughing. A button, the pin on the back bent. A sweatshirt, which he tie dyed himself, and gave to you one night. The colors were faded. You never did get to return it.

The years away did nothing to lessen thoughts of him. No, they just blurred all together now, and the stream of the sunshine filled melancholy was almost endless. You needed a break. There was only one place you could think of that could help you with that.

So you came back. All things led back to this place eventually. Newt was dying, or dead. Didn't you see somewhere that when a ship went down, it took everything with it? You didn't want to stay for long. But you had to see all of them, you had to know that they were all not these strange figures you had dreamt up.

You went right to the house. You'd never actually been allowed inside, Bobby just always said something along the lines of 'Grandma and Grandpa are napping upstairs' or 'there's a mess' (never mind that he could care less usually about messes.) But you figured he had had a good reason. Maybe he was embarrassed.

When you knocked on the door, your heart was pounding. And that was all. Nothing happened, no indication that anyone was there. You waited, the sweatshirt was too hot but you didn't want to take it off.

Maybe you should come back another time. You were just about to turn around and leave when the door burst open, almost whacking you in the face. And there (you couldn't believe your eyes you couldn't this was a dream) he was.

Bobby had a hammer raised over his head, grinning, he was poised to swing it down, but then he saw you and he felt as if he was in a dream too.

It's been so long. He thought he made you up, a dream to carry him through misery, and you looked the part, even as you stood before him on the doorway. The light of the setting sun shone behind you, heat waves shimmered in the dusk, and you... you.

Facing each other, you stood, just staring. Over head the sky grew colorful, in the fields the grass whispered in the wind. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. Bobby dropped the hammer and grabbed for your face, and he held it, fingers digging in so tight it hurt.

"H-hey you." He said, and fell to his knees, releasing your face. You numbly touched the marks his fingers left. Bobby still looked like a man who had seen a ghost.

You called his name, and his eyes looked lost, like he hadn't heard it in a long time. He looked up at you, and you could really get a good look at him. His face was leaner, he looked sickly and wiry, but his eyes were just as you remembered. You sank down to the porch to sit with him.

"Fuck... FUCK I didn't... I- I thought ya'd forgotten all about me... uh.. uhm. Fuck! I mean, r-really! Turnin' up out of the blue like you're some kinda... ghost or whatever... WHOA man... like, ya here to return m-my, my sweatshirt? You're wearin' it, you can keep it! You look better in it anyway... heh, fuck." He rambled on and on, hands tensing and twitching as if they were moving to touch you again, just to reaffirm your existence. Did he know how glad you were to see him? Did he know that you hadn't felt right for the longest time being away?

You forgot all about the sweatshirt, the hammer he had raised with a sadistic grin. You reached out and held one of his twitching hands, and he stilled and stopped talking. There was a peace now.

It didn't seem possible for your heart to feel this full. But it was. And by god, if this wasn't the best decision you made in your life to visit your old hometown, if only just for this moment.

Bobby stood, with your hand still in his, pulling you up. He smiled at you, and you knew you still loved him, and in your deepest heart, you knew he loved you too.

But this time around, maybe you and him could love each other right.

#tcm #texas chainsaw #chop top #chop top sawyer #chop top sawyer x reader #tcm 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #slashers #slasher x reader #my writing #chop top x reader #choptop sawyer

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jishyucks · 4 years ago

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Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

Hope you enjoyed it! A like would be appreciated <3

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laboflove · 3 years ago

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Megumi x FR

•Megumi aged up•

Megumi X Cheerleader

❗Warnings❗{Smut, degradation, hard dom, dacryphilia, spanking, drinking}

A/N: Megumi thinks you're pretty much an airhead since you're a cheerleader so he tries to take advantage of that but ends up falling for you

Your body drops letting him see those tight safety shorts all the cheerleaders wore, it's like you were all made for slutty clothes. It was pretty hot but for some reason he never looked at the other girls, only at you. It was probably because you werent like the others, you were so naive, so innocent and such an airhead. It was fun teasing you, making fun of you for getting simple answers wrong and tugging at your skirt even though you hated it.

"Megumi" he looks up seeing your bright eyes and large smile, "Hey" he says with a nod as you sit down in front of him, "so whatre you doing here?" You ask while opening a bottle of water. "You left this at class" he shows you a white book covered in stickers making you blush beet red. "G-give it!" You rush to grab it but he pulls it back, wrapping his arm around your waist.

So close! Megumi was super good looking! One of the hottest guys at the campus in fact but this wasnt important. "Give it Megumi" you say but he doesnt, only holding you down with a smirk. "I was being nice but now I'm kinda curious" and worry fills your mind. "D-dont" you say but he opens it and looks through the pages.

"What's this?" He asks as he looks through the pages filled with notes and drawings of buildings with measurements, but arent you in arts? He notices you looking away, you gave up? That's weird, you never gave up. "Dont worry about it, its nothing" you say while taking the book back and grabbing your stuff. "See you later" you leave making him shocked, so personal things like that make you pissed? How fun.

"C'mon" his fingers graze against your thigh making you curl up, "Leave me alone" you whisper, your hand pressing against his chest. "Why? You're always flirting with Megumi so why cant I?", "I-I dont flirt with him" you mutter feeling your blood boil. You talked to Megumi yeah, but it was because he was always being a dick or when you needed help with assignments but that was it. "Hey" both of your heads turn and the guy is sent flying across the hall.

"M-megumi" he looks at you with a look hes never given before, worry, "Are you okay?" He asks in a softer voice too. Is he okay? "I'm fine" you whisper, fixing your bag and taking your sweater out of it to wrap around your waist. "What the fuck Megumi" he hears from on the ground, "I may be a douchebag but I'd never touch a girl if she didnt want it" he says then grabs your wrist, pulling you down the hallway. Uh oh.

"You're so fucking stupid" he says as he pushes you into an empty classroom, "So fucking naive and you cant even stick up for yourself" you look down at the floor but he tilts your face up, grabbing your cheeks hard to make you look into his eyes. "When something like that happens do anything to stop it, because if you dont, bad shit will happen and I'm not alw-" he stops but you both know the end of that sentence making you blush a soft pink.

"I'm sorry" you whisper and as your phone buzzes you pull away, "Thank you, if you're still here by six maybe I can take you to eat somewhere" you leave in a rush as he looks at his hand. Hes getting too close, way too close.

You dance to the blaring music, holding a plastic red cup in your hand filled with who knows what. He watches your body move, holding a bottle of beer and listening to Yuji ramble about girls and which ones hed like to sleep with but it was Yuji, he never got any girls unless Sukuna was taking over his body.

"But my first one would have to be Y/N, I mean just look at her, shes got an amazing body and I'd love to hear her scream my name" he clenches the bottle tight feeling his anger build up, almost overflowing but he calms himself down. "Eh, shes not that special, total airhead" he says then leaves to a different room, Yuji could do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter because he didnt like you that way and never would.

He watches as he walks up to you and suddenly hes walking towards you as well. Your eyes glance back slightly shocked as arms slowly wrap around you but your widened eyes soften. "Megumi" he smiles hearing his name come out of your mouth, "Hey Beautiful" and you blush, you've been told it often but the way he said it sounded so meaningful and honestly it was the first time you've ever liked being told it.

Time passes as you both dance and talk, giggles filling whatever silence there is and soon enough you and him are drunk, muttering things into each others ears, sitting on his lap, his hands holding your skirt down to make sure no one sees anything and your arms wrapped around his neck. "Why're you so pretty?" He whispers as he leans into your lips, barely touching them making you slightly mad. You wanted to kiss him but he wouldnt get close enough, wouldnt let you get close enough too and you could feel your need building up.

"You want to kiss me?" he whispers into your ear and you drunkenly nod with a small giggle. "So drunk arent you" you lean into his lips but he stops you, "Gimme a kiss" you mumble but he shakes his head.

"Sorry Princess but you're incredibly drunk and I cant just do that to you" he says, trying to make you feel better but all you do is grumble and whine. You were worked up, he had a massive boner and it got you horny too and all you wanted was to please him.

"Your place or mine?" He asks after some time of walking but finds you asleep, "I guess mine" he says then heads to his.

You nuzzle into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, "Megumi" he looks down but you're still asleep making him smile. You looked so peaceful but the shared smell of liquor was making it less comforting. Maybe he should wake you, it wouldnt be good to sleep like this. But then again you didnt have any clothes and you needed to sleep.

You turn around and his slightly intoxicated self heightens the feeling of you pressed right up against him. He whispers your name into your ear, making your eyes open slightly, "Hm" you hum out, you start sobering up and he whispers something into your ear making you turn red.

"P-pervert" he chuckles as his hand rub your side, you were soft but goosebumps were forming which was cute. So shy and so innocent now that you're sobering up. His eyes close again feeling sleep take over him but your grinding against his crotch keeps him from it. "Stop it" he says but you dont, "Play with me" you mumble and as his hand runs up your body you expect him to tilt your face to kiss you but instead his hand wraps around your neck, grabbing it with a bit of force eliciting a gasp from you.

"Take your clothes off, say Red to stop" he mutters in a lower tone and you nod fast, he sounded irritated and you didnt want to make him angry. Once your clothes are off you look back, turning red, seeing him naked as well with only his hipbone and down covered. He smirks seeing your eyes take in the sight, you knew he worked out but you didnt know he was this strong.

"Want a kiss now?" You nod fast as your eyes shine and he smiles, "Take it then" you rush to kiss him making him chuckle at your eagerness, he pulls you onto his lap, looking up at you slightly as his hands rest on your backside, grinding you against him slowly. Tiny, soft moans escape your mouth feeling his hardness rub between your folds, "Megumi" you whine out into his neck.

"I have con-", "No, want you" his mouth goes dry and he lifts you slightly, "You want me?" He asks earning fast nods. "Like this?" A gasp fills the room as he pushes in a single finger, "N-no, want you" he chuckles against your neck thinking of endless ways to tease you but the main thing he wants is for you to beg so, he doesnt remove his finger, he pushes it in and out slowly, not doing anything only making you angry.

"Please" he leans into your ear and bites it slightly, "What do you want?" You shake your head earning a spank. "Tell me" he says but you shake your head again earning another one making you hiss and whine. "Please Megu- ah!" You cover your mouth as he delivers another spank but it's harder this time.

The process goes on, him asking to barely receive an answer and none are what he wants, he sighs then pulls your hair back as you softly cry, "One last chance" he growls out slightly, "Y-your cock, please" he pulls you down onto him making you whine and sob into his neck.

"Such a naughty girl arent you?" He asks as he guides you on him, you felt like actual Heaven, your insides were nice and tight, warm and you were sucking him in so nicely. You nod as tears fall down your face making him twitch, "Fuck me, you're so perfect" he growls into your ear, insults coming after of him telling you how needy you were, that you were just a hole to him, a cumdump, something to use making more tears fall down your face but you loved it, something about being put down like this made it feel so good.

You move your hips to his movements feeling yourself about to break and as it's about to crash he keeps you still. "Try to come without me again and I wont be very nice", "Sorry" you whisper, leaning into him more, feeling soft, mushy and needy.

You both go again and the insults slowly turn into compliments, he moans as you clench around him and you whimper, "Come" he says and your body shakes, immediately at his demand. He thrusts up into you hard making you sob out into the room, "Shh Baby, I've got you" he whispers, hands rubbing your back, pulling you as close as possible and leaving soft kisses on your head.

"So perfect for me, such a good girl. Everything I said isnt true, okay?" You nod with soft cries and he kisses you softly, too rough for the first time and definitely not the right time but you were both definitely sober by now. "I love you" he suddenly says making you stop crying, "I love you too" and he stands. He always said hed never date, especially with someone like you but here he is, confessing his love for you and needing you more than ever.

#jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumifushiguro #megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi

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saidrolav · 3 years ago

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Calcu-lust.

Highschool!Sam Wilson x gn!reader

Summary: You think you're done with relationships since your last ex but you fall harder than ever for a guy in your math class.

Warnings: none! pure fluff! 🧡

a/n: Hiii! Just felt like writing some Highschool AU for no reason, this has been inspired by the song stupid with love from the musical Mean Girls, hope you'll like it!

not my gif!

You were near your locker when Wanda talked to you for the first time of your day. Wanda was the first one that had introduced herself to you, she was the first friend you had made at your school and you were happy she did, she was the most wonderful bestfriend anyone could ask for. She was here for you at any time, the two of you were spending nights listening to music, dancing like crazy and watching movies together, she was the nicest. Not too long ago, she had decided that her mission was to find you a lover. Since you knew her, you have never been in a relationship because of your last ex that hurted you. Wanda loved talking about boys and girls at your school even if you, not so much, you weren't really attracted to anybody. This morning at 8am, at the start of the day, when you were already tired, she obviously had to talk to you about her mission of finding you a partner.

"Wanda!" You had cutted her in the middle of the list of people she found attractive and she looked at you with wide eyes. You checked quickly around you and found some of the students looks on you, you almost just shouted on the corridor and you lowered your voice quickly. "As i said, i'm over it. I used to crush easily in the past, but i'm done with that." She nodded furiously as you talked, drinking every word you were saying. "No more falling for people at the drop of a hat, i'm focusing on school and my future." She rolled her eyes while sighing. You putted your backpack on your shoulder and closed your locker while smiling at her disappointed face.

As you were about yo go for your first class, you heard a couple of whispers in the corridor. Wanda looked around, she seemed to have heard those too because she was investigating the crowd with her eyes to see what was happening, she loved gossiping. Even if you two were searching what was arriving, you both knew what was coming, or rather, who were coming.

It took no time before Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were walking through the corridor, meeting you and Wanda's gazes, sending chills down your spine. The three guys were pretty popular at your school, each one for a different reason. Steve was popular for being pretty good in sports and good looking, tall, blonde, blue eyes, girls and boys were falling for him all around the school. He was a huge victim of gossips, there was always at least once a week a new gossip about him dating someone but the truth is, Steve was super sweet, caring and gentle with everyone but not a lot into dating.

Sam was just as known by everyone, he was also good in sports and extremely funny, the man always had to crack a joke when he could, making people laugh would bright up his day. He was less victim of gossip because he was talking to the whole school and was making sure everyone was feeling at ease around him.

Bucky was the less popular of the three of them, mostly because he was the most introverted of the three. He was really shy but harsh when he talked and he truly wasn't afraid of telling what he tought. The brunette was a truly different person when you were seeing him at lunch with Sam and Steve, letting out laughs from the heart. You only shared one class with James and he was always at the back of the class, drawing sketches furiously in his copybooks in silence.

The three of them passed by you and Wanda. Sam gave you a huge smile and a wave without stopping his tracks. You could only hear his voice echoing in your ears: "Sup, Wanda, Y/N,". Your blood was rushing to your cheeks, these blushing furiously. This man had so much confidence, it was intimidating. Your hands held tighter the strap of your backpack as you watched him walk away, biting your lower lip. You didn't even saw Steve giving you a polite smile and Buck giving a quick glance on your direction, they didn't stopped and followed Sam quickly as your mind was still racing of this insignificant gesture.

"So turned out, you were lying. You still fall for people with a drop of a hat." Your head snapped in Wanda's direction. She was already looking at you with a knowing look, a smirk and wiggling eyebrows. You chuckled before rolling your eyes and going to your first class of the day without waiting for her. "You won't get away with that so easily Y/N ! It's my mission!" You laughed once again and went in your science class.

Your day passed slowly and it made you even more tired as the hours were advancing. You slowly made your way to your last class, exhausted as ever. As you were about to enter the classroom you stood in the doorway, all of your tiredness going away as you saw Sam Wilson sitting at your desk. You stood there for a couple of milliseconds that felt like hours while staring at him, then you realized you might look like a creep so you went to sit just behind him without saying anything. He didn't realized you were staring at him, to your biggest satisfaction.

You knew Sam was in your class, it wasn't the surprise. The surprise was that he sat somewhere else than his usual seat, and at your own usual place. Actually, you never saw him much in your math class, mostly because he was always in the back. You only knew he had good grades because teachers would always congratulate him, but he always seemed like he wasn't listening in class. He was a nice and funny guy who could talk with anyone easily but in class he wasn't that much of a trouble maker. What were you thinking about ? He probably didn't even noticed he sitted at your desk.

You were wrong. Sam knew exactly where you sitted because he already saw you a couple of times in this class or at lunch and he thought you were mesmerizing, because, he was, in fact, mesmerized by you. Your laugh, your smile, the way your were talking. At first, he thought you didn't wanted of a guy like him. Loud, noisy, attracting everyone's attention, but when Steve told him this morning the way you were looking at him, boy, his heart beat faster, a huge smile took over his features and he felt like the happiest man on Earth. You were looking at him, the way he did. As soon as he heard what the blonde said to him, he thought about you all day and for him, the day passed really quickly. He was going to ask you out on a date at the end of this class, and he would do everything he could, starting as you walked by the door.

You putted on your desk your pencil case and everything you needed for your math class, he did the same. You were watching his every moves closely, a bit lost in your toughts. The class started and you tried to focus, you really did, but with such a beautiful man in front of you, you soon met your toughts again. That's why you were so surprised when he made eye contact with you.

"Do you have an eraser ?" He smiled angelically and you knew you were screwed.

"I would love to.." You answered mindlessly as you were putting, in his hand, your own eraser. He chuckled at your answer, that's when you realized how dumb sounded your response. As your hands touched you felt an electric shock running through your veins and your cheeks became crimson at the contact. He used your eraser briefly before putting it back on your table with a quick "thanks".

You didn't even liked your math class that much, but who were you to complain when such an astonishing man was sitting in front of you, math class was becoming slowly your favourite. Thanks maths for giving you the right to put your eyes on Sam Wilson.

You were studying the back of his head curiously, watching his dark hair, his skin, what he was wearing closely, you wouldn't miss a sight of him, you were so close his cologne was tickling your nose and, it smelt amazing.

You were listening as his soothing voice was talking with confidence answering the questions of the teacher, filling the room that was usually in the silence. The man was really smart, and it only made your heart swell even more. He looked like he was straight out of a romance TV show and you just couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Your eyes went lower and you saw his hands playing easily with his pen, his arms showing that work out had been done and before you could continue to observe him, the bell rang and he was leaving in seconds making you sigh as you packed up your things. You've been studying him instead of your maths the whole hour and now you were completely lost in the lesson. You putted your backpack on your shoulders and exited the classroom and your whole body stopped in the middle of the corridor because he didn't left.

He was here. Waiting for someone. When his eyes found yours a giant smile took over his lips and you bit yours. He was walking over someone else behind you right ? Not you right now, he was coming no time to think!

He took a big breath before talking, "Please don't interrupt me because i've been searching what i'm about to say the whole class," you both chuckled before he continued, "So, Hi? Okay so," he cleared his throat, "I think you're very cool and i wanted to know if we could go on a date sometime, maybe grab something to eat or watch a movie togerher, no pressure don't feel obligated to say yes, just... tell me what you think you know." He let out a shaky laugh as he fidgeted akwardly with his fingers before looking back at you. Damn, Sam Wilson was asking you on a date, that was a big deal because he was nervous and never he was, but how could you say no ? You've been admiring him from afar for way too long and he just admitted he was also doing so.

"Yeah, i'd love to go on a date with you sometime Sam." You smiled sweetly at him and you searched fastly in your backpack before taking out your marker. He was super excited and had a giant smile on his face, his heart was beating so fast he thought he might get out of his cage. "I don't have a paper it's okay if i write on the back of your hand ?" You cocked an eyebrow at him and he nodded eagerly. You wrote your number on the back of his hand as you said and as soon as your skin touched again, that electric wave going trough your body came back faster than ever, your smile growing even bigger. You definitly thought it was love at first sight, and that it was what soulmates were experiencing.

You looked at him when you finished writing, he looked more happy than ever and it made your cheeks blush. You putted your marker back in your bag and a couple of seconds passed just where Sam and you were staring at each other with a huge smile. Then he finally talked.

"I should probably go.. I'll tell you when we'll plan our date ?" He looked at you as you nodded in silence, you approached him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before doing a quick wave of the hand "See ya, Wilson." and disappearing in the corridor. Otherwise Sam stood there a couple of minutes caressing with his cheek where you kissed him with the tip of his fingers. He came back to him, realizing what happened and he jumped in the air like a kid, even doing a little dance of joy, running towards Steve and Bucky, ready to tell them everything.

You however you joined Wanda that gave you a knowing look. "I know, i said i'm over it but-" She cutted you with an excited squeak and took you in her arms. "I'm so happy for you! You don't even need me to find a boyfriend!" You laughed and she did so too.

You couldn't wait for your date, and you couldn't wait for your next math class.

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