#I WAS HAVING A ROUGH DAY IN MATH CLASS BC I MISSED ONE DAY AND THIS JUST MADE IT ALL BETTER

[thatbiartist249]

Ey! Your post got randomly suggested on my for you - I just wanted to drop in and say that I think you’re doing great with your art!

aw thank you! I’ve been trying my best to make good posts, so I’m glad you like them as much as I like them :)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Can I request this :

Regina and Leighton are separated twins. And they don't talk anymore.

Regina is the one who takes it harder. She feels like her father and sister don't live her. Her mom says it from the start so it must be true.

She struggles a lot behind closed doors.

In college, Regina is taking science and fashion or something (but she loves fashion and maths).

Idk how but she reunites with Leighton. And Regina is scared to talk to her about what happened when they weren't living together.

Then Regina has a panic attack bc food or something and Leighton makes her talk.

Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Fluff

Changes

|| Regina George and Leighton Murray, long lost sisters

|| Warnings; never watched Sex Lives of College Girls 😬, first time writing for Leighton (please be patient), swearing, Regina being harsh with herself, indications of Regina struggling with an eating disorder, short ish (lmk if i missed something)

|| Summary; Regina had always felt like she wasn't enough for her parents, no matter how confident or popular she got. When she gets to college, everything becomes all the more difficult. There was one flip side though...

Requests open!

Started; october 7th

Finished; october 7th

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The rain had settled in as Regina made her way to class, traveling from dorm residence to campus. Typical. College had been rough on her lately, with her parents forcing her to go beyond her limits. It made her miss highschool. She would often find herself thinking about what her mother used to tell her and her friends.

"These are the best days of your lives, it does not get better."

Regina found herself wishing she had taken what her mother said more seriously. Instead of always brushing her off with an eye roll. She wished she could have had more time with her friends, relaxing and hanging out instead of focusing on how they could ruin everyone else. She still talked with her highschool friends, only it wasn't that often and they hung out even less.

Finally, she made it into the school. The walk felt longer than she would have liked as she brushed her hand through her now wet hair. Luckily, Regina's makeup was waterproof. So at least that hadn't gotten messed up. She knew she already looked like a wet dog and didn't want to look any worse. That would have been a nightmare.

Heading to the student café, she got herself a small snack and her favourite coffee. Hoping it would brighten her gloomy day even a little. Regina walked through the college halls, trying to remember her way through the maze. Eventually she found her way to the elevator and pressed the up button. The doors opened for her and she stepped inside, right as they were about to close someone came running.

"Hold the fucking door!!" The girl's voice called, Regina put her foot out to stop it and raised an eyebrow as she looked at the fellow blonde.

The girl ran in and caught her breath, sighing deeply as she pressed the close button. Regina removed her foot from the door.

The girl straightened her hair and Regina finally got a good look. She'd almost dropped her coffee when she realized just who had gotten in the elevator with her.

"Holy ever loving fuck- LEIGHTON?" Regina was floored.

Leighton's eyes widened and she went on alert when her name was shouted, only to turn and see-" REGINA?"

"You stupid bitch, oh my God." Despite her words, Regina was beyond relieved and Leighton could hear it in her twin's voice.

She laughed and hugged Regina tightly," this is insane. You go here?"

"Yeah, just started." Regina couldn't help but smile.

"Shut up!" Leighton mirrored the smile almost perfectly, giving her arm a slap.

"You know what, let's skip class and catch up." Regina replied, she'd missed the girl more than she cared to admit.

"I'm down." Leighton nodded, when the elevator doors opened Leighton pushed the close button then sent them back down to the floor they came from.

They stepped out and walked through the halls, laughing and chatting with one another as though nothing had changed. Regina really missed this. Missed Leighton.

"So, how are things back home?" Leighton asked.

Regina, who'd been laughing a moment before, fell silent which got the other blonde's attention. She eyed her, realizing that something was wrong. She just had this feeling. As though the conversation was like stepping on glass with bare feet.

"Regina?" Leighton stopped walking to face her sister, who'd nearly bumped into her because she hadn't realized she'd stopped.

Regina just took a really long sip from her coffee, making Leighton sigh in defeat.

"Alright, but we're coming back to this."

The day dragged on, neither girls going to classes. Leighton ended up bringing Regina to her dorm, where the two hung out together. Around dinner time, Leighton pulled together a quick and easy meal of pizza. Settling their plates down in front of them.

Regina kind of just played with the food, a really tense look in her eyes. Leighton frowned and reached across the table, stopping her hand.

"Hey. Mind talking with me for a minute?"

That was all it took for the tears to fall. Regina prided herself in being strong, but it was something about Leighton's presence that made her facade break. Leighton spent most of the night trying to calm the girl as they sat together on the couch. Having moved from the table when Leighton realized that food might be a trigger for Regina.

Regina ended up telling Leighton everything. From all her highschool shit to the way her parents treated her, how everything felt like it was too much. Leighton listened to it all, offering a comforting hold.

"It's been bad, Leight. Really bad." Regina murmured, Leighton kept her arm wrapped around her shoulders, rubbing her arm with her thumb.

"Well, I'm here now. And that's not gonna change. If they're dicks to you, I'll handle it. It's gonna be okay." She assured her, feeling bad for the girl and wishing she had been able to be around more.

That was going to change. There's going to be a lot of changes.

[sunny-reis]

OMG HI I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE AKITO!! may i request akito x reader cuddling after a long, rough day? if thats cool. oneshot if you do :) have a good one 🤞

oneshot - tired cuddles with akito

you're the coffee that i need in the morning; you're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring

an: OUUYDHDHHDFH TYSM !! 🫶🫶 tbh i thought the other akito oneshot would end up being garbage bc i'm not as familiar with him or vivid bad squad (*'-'*) tbh i've been feeling touch starved lately so im gonna focus more on the affection here lolz (worry not it'll be a balance of fluff and mild angst)

tags: gender neutral reader, just a tidbit of angst (having a shitty day), intimacy

there's no way today could possibly get any worse.

at least, you hope so. sometimes you hit rock bottom and think it can only go uphill from there, but life comes back with a pickaxe, ready to dig until you're truly at your worst.

like today. you think you must've woken up on the wrong side, since absolutely nothing went right – you spilled cereal on your kamiyama high school uniform in a hurry, almost missed the bus, nearly fell asleep (and got yelled at for it) in math class, noticed your backpack was ripping just a second too late, and came home at the wrong moment, when the sprinklers were on, and ended walking inside completely soaked. needless to say, you’ve had a miserable day.

the thick piles and piles of homework to do don't help, either. as you lay in bed, mindlessly scrolling through pinterest, the deep pit in your stomach envelopes you in guilt. even though you've been trying to get up and start doing whatever you can get your hands on, maybe pre-calculus worksheets or an analysis of “the most dangerous game,” you find you simply can't, being too drained to do anything but lament in your head. mentally and physically, you barely have the strength to make it through the rest of the day.

hours go by, the bright afternoon sky becoming a beautiful purple-pink sunset around dusk, and you still haven't moved from your bed. your parents came in a handful of times to try and get you to let it out, but to no avail – you don’t foresee yourself getting up any time soon. it's only when your stomach rumbles that you sit up and pad downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen.

pouring out a handful of cheerios into a bowl, you zone out, staring out the window overlooking the backyard. although you feel slightly better after a session of moping and lying in bed for hours on end, time goes by viscously; you find you’re still not out of the mental slump, and everything feels too overwhelming. the hair on your arms is too prickly, your sweatshirt too warm, and you have the sudden urge to claw at your skin. sighing, you trudge back upstairs and quietly shut the door, sitting down at your desk. after putting your phone on silent, you browse soap2day for a random movie to drown everything out with (and hopefully forget about the rest of the day).

after finish watching howl’s moving castle for the nth time, you sit up in your chair, stretching and yawning. although you still somehow feel like garbage, imagining yourself as a character sure felt relieving (and fed your escapism, but that’s a worry for another day). shutting your laptop down, you crawl into bed to try and sleep; the analog clock on your night stand reads 11:37. placing your phone on the table, you pull the covers over yourself in attempt to drift off.

unfortunately, your attempts were only fruitful for forty-five minutes at most. you awake to an abrupt thud on your window. brows furrowed, you shrug off the covers to see just what’s going on; opening the window, you’re met with the unexpected presence of an abashed akito crouched on the roof.

“akito? what the hell are you doing here, and at this hour?” you ask, eyes wide.

“can you let me in first? it’s cold and windy and i think i might fall.” facepalming, you help him crawl through the window, shivering at the suddend draft and closing it.

“so, care to answer my question?” you pick at him, flopping down on the bed and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i should be asking you that, honestly,” he shrugs, “i tried texting and calling you but i didn’t get anything back, so here i am.”

“oh…” you laugh sheepishly, “sorry about that, i had a shitty day and couldn’t stand having my phone go off.”

“aw, what happened?” akito asks, joining you in bed. you glance at the door, checking to see if it’s locked. although your parents are more than welcoming of akito, seeing him with you alone would be a bit of an unpleasant shock. leaning on his shoulder and pulling the blanket over the two of you, you recount your eventful day to him as he fiddles with a lock of your hair.

“and i didn’t even get to have lunch in between all that.” you add, whining. although you now find the events just a little funny, you still cringe in embarrassment when thinking about being yelled at by a teacher in public.

“i’m sorry all that happened,” says akito, pulling you closer to him, “but you know you can talk to me about it if you want to, right?”

“yeah,” you pout.

“well, are you feeling any better than before? if not, i know just what to do.”

“i think so? i watched howl’s moving castle and it made me feel a little better.”

“i think christian bale tends to have that effect on people.”

“for sure!” you not, “but yeah, i feel…icky, i guess.”

“maybe you should take a shower, sometimes that helps,” he offers, “but you should probably do that in the morning, you’ll get sick if you shower now.” you roll your eyes.

“really? that’s such a mom thing to say.”

“hey, don’t come to me if you shower and get a cold!”

“nah, i’m too tired to shower right now. since, y’know, i was in the middle of sleeping until someone woke me up.” akito laughs sheepishly.

“is it really my fault if you made me worried sick? i mean, i was just fulfilling my role as the caring boyfriend, don’t you think?”

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you laugh, laying down on his lap.

the two of you spend a while chatting in bed until god-knows-what time, when you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. akito makes a show out of tucking you in, giving you a quick peck before climbing back out the window. you melt away into a dreamy sleep, feeling warm and fuzzy at the thought of akito’s warm embrace.

[study-van]

Tagged by lovely @berna-di-angelo 💕

Rules: Bold your traits.

My personality: I’m loud(kinda with the people I like). I’m obnoxious. I’m sarcastic. I’m cocky. (sometimes) I cry easily. I have a bad temper. For the most part I don’t like people. I’m easy to get along with. I have more enemies than friends. I’ve smoked(tried didn’t like it won’t suggest). I’ve smoked weed(tried didn’t like it don’t suggest). I drink coffee. I clean my room daily.

My appearance: I wear makeup (used to in turkey but not really in France). I wear jewelry(especially ringsss). I wear contacts. I wear glasses. I have braces. I color my hair regularly. I straighten my hair often. I have a piercing. I have earrings. I have a tattoo. I have small feet.(I’m 176 but wear 36/37)

Relationships: I’m in a relationship now. I’m single. I’m crushin’. I’ve missed an ex before. I’m always scared of being hurt . An ex has abused me at least once. I’ve been in love more than two times. I believe in love at first sight. I believe lust is more important than love.

Friendships: I have a best friend. I have at least ten friends. I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend. I’ve beaten up a friend. I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend. I can trust at least five people with my life.

Experiences: I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been on a train. Someone close to me has died. I’ve taken a taxi. I’ve taken a city bus. I’ve taken a school bus. I’ve gone bungee jumping. I’ve made a speech. I’ve been in some sort of club. I’ve won an award. I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight. I’ve been in a physical fight(look I can explain if someone asks)

Music: I listen to R&B. I listen to Country. I listen to Pop. I listen to Techno. I listen to Rock. I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until i hate it. I hate the radio most of the time. I download music. I buy CDs.

Television: I spend at least six hours a day watching television. I watch soap operas daily. I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives. I’ve seen and liked the O.C. I’ve seen and liked One Tree Hill. I’ve seen and like Americas Next Top Model(it’s what I need when I need to empty my head). I’ve seen and like Popular. I’ve seen and like 24. I’ve seen and liked CSI. I’ve seen and like Everwood.

Family Life: I get along with both of my parents(does sometimes count??). My biological parents are still together. I have at least one brother (he is the best). I have at least one sister. I have at least one step brother/sister. I have at least one half brother/sister. I’ve been kicked out of the house. I’ve ran away from my home. I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve made my parents cry. I’ve lied to my parents. I’ve lied to my parents about where I am. I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing. I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out. I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.

Hair: I’ve been brown . I’ve had streaks. I’ve cut my hair in the past year. I’ve dyed my hair in the past year. I’ve been blonde. I’ve been black. I’ve been red. I’ve been light brown(so I’ve dirty blonde hair so it switches between seasons naturally depending on sun) I’ve been medium brown. I’ve been blue/green. I’ve gotten my hair thinned. I use conditioner. I’ve used silk therapy. I’ve used hot oil treatments. I’ve curled my hair. I’ve straightened my hair. I’ve braided my hair. I’ve ironed my hair.

I’ve had an in-school suspension. I’ve been sent to the principals office(to testify). I’ve walked out of class. I’ve skipped an entire day of school(with my parent’s knowledge). I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class (elevent grade was rough, mainly bc of health reasons). I’ve failed a test(for the first time in my life today dhdhd). I’ve cheated on a test(ahem* that one tenth grade religious studies). I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test. I’ve failed Art. I’ve failed P.E. I’ve failed Math. I’ve failed Science. I’ve failed another class. A teacher has called my parents(to thank though)

I tag @myhoneststudyblr @jeonchemstudy @bulletnotestudies @studying-engineering @sonderstudy @medical-magpie @museeofmoon @365text

[yueqqi-main]

Tagged by @mahnitefi. Thanks, it’s been a real rough week and I needed the distraction. 💙

Rules: Bold your traits.

My personality: I’m loud. I’m obnoxious (depends on who you’re asking). I’m sarcastic. I’m cocky. I cry easily. I have a bad temper. For the most part I don’t like people. I’m easy to get along with. I have more enemies than friends. I’ve smoked. I’ve smoked weed. I drink coffee. I clean my room daily.

My appearance: I wear makeup (really depends on the occasion, but usually no). I wear jewelry. I wear contacts. I wear glasses. I have braces. I color my hair regularly. I straighten my hair often. I have a piercing. I have earrings. I have a tattoo. I have small feet.

Relationships: I’m in a relationship now. I’m single. I’m crushin’ (here and there, but mainly confusion these days). I’ve missed an ex before. I’m always scared of being hurt (not exactly in the same way the statement suggests but yea). An ex has abused me at least once (define abuse...). I’ve been in love more than two times (yes, but using “love” loosely here). I believe in love at first sight. I believe lust is more important than love.

Friendships: I have a best friend. I have at least ten friends. I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend. I’ve beaten up a friend. I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend. I can trust at least five people with my life.

Experiences: I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been on a train. Someone close to me has died (multiple times). I’ve taken a taxi (Uber). I’ve taken a city bus. I’ve taken a school bus. I’ve gone bungee jumping. I’ve made a speech. I’ve been in some sort of club. I’ve won an award. I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight. I’ve been in a physical fight.

Music: I listen to R&B. I listen to Country. I listen to Pop. I listen to Techno. I listen to Rock. I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until i hate it. I hate the radio most of the time. I download music. I buy CDs.

Television: I spend at least six hours a day watching television. I watch soap operas daily. I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives. I’ve seen and liked the O.C. I’ve seen and liked One Tree Hill. I’ve seen and like Americas Next Top Model. I’ve seen and like Popular. I’ve seen and like 24. I’ve seen and liked CSI. I’ve seen and like Everwood.

Family Life: I get along with both of my parents. My biological parents are still together. I have at least one brother. I have at least one sister. I have at least one step brother/sister. I have at least one half brother/sister. I’ve been kicked out of the house (on thin ice tbh). I’ve ran away from my home. I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve made my parents cry. I’ve lied to my parents. I’ve lied to my parents about where I am. I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing. I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out. I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.

Hair: I’ve been brown (natural color). I’ve had streaks. I’ve cut my hair in the past year. I’ve dyed my hair in the past year. I’ve been blonde. I’ve been black (planning on it). I’ve been red. I’ve been light brown. I’ve been medium brown. I’ve been blue/green. I’ve gotten my hair thinned. I use conditioner (once a week). I’ve used silk therapy. I’ve used hot oil treatments. I’ve curled my hair. I’ve straightened my hair. I’ve braided my hair. I’ve ironed my hair.

School: I’ve yelled at a teacher. I’ve been suspended. I’ve had an in-school suspension. I’ve been sent to the principals office. I’ve walked out of class. I’ve skipped an entire day of school. I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class. I’ve failed a test. I’ve cheated on a test. I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test. I’ve failed Art. I’ve failed P.E. I’ve failed Math. I’ve failed Science. I’ve failed another class. A teacher has called my parents. (So funny story, most of these [my spectacular failing grades] happened after high school bc undiagnosed ADHD+wrong environment+terrible family and a long ass depressive episode where I nearly passed out from dehydrating myself for days before a part of me kicked me into motion to stay alive so shrug emoji. It’ll be awhile before I’ll even consider going back, esp since my general experience is that professors at bigger universities don’t care much, though it fucked with my friend circle probably permanently. But in hindsight I appreciate my old high school teachers and community college professors so much more for their effort)

Tagging: @masterdork , @flykerings , @holdurhuxbby , @ifrainbowsweredark , @abnormalcatalyst , @eztheria , @tetheredstar , @azenta , @caffeinatedcorvid , @hisohiso, @berna-di-angelo , and anyone who wants to do this. Feel free to skip this if you want!

[strvngemagics]

{ cisgender woman, she/her } ❝ I'm a juvenile product of the working class / whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass ❞ huh, who’s FIVEL STEWART? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually MOLLY WEASLEY II. she is a 24 year old HALFBLOOD witch who is a CHASER FOR PUDDLEMERE UNITED. she is known for being FLIGHTY, IMPULSIVE, DISORGANIZED, FORGETFUL, and REBELLIOUS but also TRUSTING, DEDICATED, VIBRANT, ADAPTABLE, and INDEPENDENT, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song GLAZIN’ - JACUZZI BOYS and ROLLER SKATING DOWN A STEEP INCLINE, FOREHEAD KISSES, AN OUT-OF-TUNE ACOUSTIC GUITAR, AN UNMADE BED WITH LOTS OF PILLOWS, CHERRY LIMEADE SLUSHIES, PUTTING ON YOUR FAVORITE SWEATSHIRT. i hear she is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX so be sure to keep an eye on her. 

BIO

Molly Adelaide Weasley was born into a (relatively) peaceful world but adopted into an ever-growing and infinitely chaotic family - and her father, having had a near-catastrophic falling out with this family in favor of furthering his career, made it CLEAR to her that her status as a Weasley was to be cherished, not derided, never forgone for more ambitious aims. Percy, sometimes rigid, though always loving, threw this lesson in familial love along with his more practical teachings.

Her first real sentence was “Molly do it!”, which was put to excessive use as a toddler. Doing the laundry? “Molly do it!” Her father’s bent over a stack of paperwork with a next-day deadline? Molly’s rushing over to help with a fat, color-changing crayon in hand: “Molly do it!” When Audrey was ill with a stomach bug, Lucy happened upon her sister, barely even three, mashing a ginger root with the handle of Mama’s wand in an attempt to make ginger biscuits. In short, Molly has always been headstrong and maternal. She takes a lot of pride in the traits that she shares with her namesake, her wonderful Gran, but regrettably never learned to knit.

Molly arrived at Hogwarts with a gaggle of cousins who’d already set the tone for who the Weasleys were and how they behaved. She found it difficult to find a life and identity outside of them - and still worries that she’s just another face in the family, unimportant compared to their accomplishments and accolades. Her time in Hufflepuff house passed without any prefect badges, school awards, or major academic achievements — even her five-year stint on the house Quidditch team was marred by the fact that she was always playing against some cousin or close family friend.

Life after Hogwarts has treated Molly well — she’s played professional Quidditch since age 18, something that she still can’t quite believe has happened. She was a reserve Chaser for the Kenmore Kestrels until 2027, when she was offered a contract by Puddlemere United. She took it, because wow that’s a lot of galleons, but Puddlemere’s always had a reputation for producing a lot of (painfully) straight-laced and by-the-book players………..which Molly definitely is not. She’s not allowed to speak at press conferences anymore due to PU’s management dubbing her “a PR nightmare” and “too foul-mouthed for a Dementor to want to Kiss”.

(TW DEATH MENTION) Memories of Uncle Harry pop up nearly every day - his voice, his rough hands positioning her arms and shoulders in a proper dueling stance, the smudges on his glasses, the way he looked at Aunt Ginny like she hung the moon in the sky. She misses him, dearly, but feels selfish and silly for doing so - she wasn’t his kid, and there are so many people who looked to Harry Potter as a symbol for the hope that carried them through wartime. She often worries that she isn’t doing enough - not enough to support her cousins, not enough for the muggleborns she knows and those she does not. There are days in which her inadequacy threatens to swallow her whole, when her hands tremble and breath rattles in her chest - but she’s able to bite it back for the moment. There’s bigger things ahead. (END TW).

PERSONALITY

okay so i always describe molly as a “disaster lesbian” or “chaotic dumbass” and i mean that with a lot of affection. she’s just very much motivated by pleasure and by fun, and much less motivated by duty or responsibility. she wants to stand out in both good and bad ways and more often achieves that in bad ways. she is also, like i mentioned, very headstrong. i consider her one of my funniest characters and that’s mostly unintentional because she just. says whatever pops into her head. i regularly giggle at what i make molly say. i am not ashamed of this.

uhhhh. what else? she’s a big old jock, one of those heinous people who for the most part actually enjoys exercising! will definitely ask you to join her on a sunrise run because she’s Ridiculous

loves her family so so so much, even though there’s at least 3 group chats where she’s currently trashing a cousin or two. is very down to take part in harmless pranks and shenanigans. someone outside the family tries to trash the cousins tho?!?!?! lmao kill bill sirens immediately go off. she and lucy probably call themselves twins bc they’re not blood-related but they are almost always on the same wavelength and in my eyes (jane u can confirm this for me) just get each other on a very fundamental level.

huge fuckin’ aries energy. you can find some personality assessments below:

zodiac.  

aries (sun)

“aries is an active, energetic sign. people with sun in aries are direct, straightforward, and uncomplicated. they expect the same from others, and are baffled when they don’t always get it.”

gemini (moon)

“nervousness and worry are common traits with this lunar position. An underlying restlessness is common, and many lunar geminis need more stimulation than others. they usually read a lot, talk a lot, and think a lot.”

mbti.  esfj (the consul)

+ strong practical skills, strong sense of duty, sensitive and warm, connects well with others

- inflexible, vulnerable to criticism, reluctant to improvise, needy, worries about social status

STATS

GENERAL

name. molly adelaide weasley

nickname. molls

birthdate. 4 april 2005 (she’s supposed to be 24? idk math)

place of birth. st. mungo’s

family.  percy weasley (father), audrey weasley (mother), lucy weasley (sister), extended family in the form of various weasley-potter aunts, uncles and cousins.

residence. (tbd), but roommates: rose granger-weasley, natalia bardon, lucy weasley

occupation. chaser for puddlemere united

gender identity. cis woman

romantic orientation. homoromantic

sexuality. lesbian

blood status. half-blood

relationship status. single

pets. a bright pink pygmy puff named romeo

MAGICAL

hogwarts house. hufflepuff

extracurriculars/leadership. hogwarts orchestra (clarinet), dueling club, charms club (president)

allegiance. order of the pheonix

n.e.w.t. grades. charms (o), transfiguration (a), herbology (e), d.a.d.a (a), potions (e), care of magical creatures (e), astronomy (e), history of magic (o), muggle studies (o).

wand. alder, ten inches, dragon heartstring core.

boggart. inferi

patronus. corporeal, brown bear

amortentia. vanilla bath fizz, lemon peels, sandalwood, mint

magical strengths. charms, nonverbal casting, transfiguration, flying

magical weaknesses. defensive magic, hexes and curses, potions.

[neoangelic]

Don’t Need Your Love

➳ an nct dream series

After a horrible first love experience, Yang Ahn joins the Don’t Need Your Love club via invitation. Things don’t turn out the way they were supposed to. 

➳ a story of not-so-romance featuring: the coolest club on campus, the meaning of unrequited, teenagers, best friends, heartbreak, healing, first loves, and new ones. 

➳ masterlist 

➳ note: female oc, multiple pairings, ot7 dream, not saying anything more bc spoilers!

➳ word count: 2235

DNYL. A four-letter word—if you would even call it a word. DNYL: four letters that defined the rest of my youth. Four letters that changed my perspective of quite a few other four-letter words. These four consonants brought together a broken band of romance misfits, the love-lost and the lovelorn, and I was the unfortunate latter.

A scoff dared to spill from my lips when I heard Harvey’s voice crackle over the loudspeaker. It wasn’t abnormal for clubs to advertise themselves via intercom, but those were your usual clubs: basketball, taekwondo, art, math, and such. It started off one of those usual announcements at first, but his next words turned everything around.

“The coolest club on campus: DNYL—”

Such a declarative statement. It stopped me in my tracks on the way to homeroom.

“—Don’t Need Your Love.”

And like the rest of the student body, his audacious proposal of a club nearly made me laugh. Harvey was a sweet exchange student from the United Kingdom. A gregarious boy with a knack for gathering people’s interest. This stunt was no exception. Like the rest of Neo Culture Tech’s teenager-filled population, he droned on about relationships, though he spoke of the broken kind. 

Since I had no relation to such types of relationship, I let his voice fade into the background of chattering students and teachers ushering them off to class. At this point, all I paid attention to was the scuff on my Mary Janes as I walked and the way the spine of my notebooks sat uncomfortably against my bicep. My grip on them grew tighter as bits and pieces of Harvey’s speech were growing harder to suppress. Intrusive thoughts crawled its way into my mind. A whisper of an unforgotten forgotten name. Ghosts of conversations in a foreign language. A face began to form in my memory. One with cat-like, sharp eyes. Before my fingertips could come into contact with the cool metal of the doorknob in front of me and snap me out of my thoughts—something else did.  

“Do you feel down from all this unrequited love?” 

Do you feel down from all this unrequited love? Was that even a question?

I finally let a chuckle past my lips, once again turning my attention towards the scuff mark on my shoe, once again letting the name of first love to be forgotten and remembering that I had a class to attend.

“What’s so funny?”

“Lee Jeno, Jesus Christ,” my shoulders jumped to my ears. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“You looked dumb standing like that,” he gestured to my hand that floated above the doorknob.

“Are you trying to act like Hyuck-oppa by insulting me?”

“Well as your new best friend, I need to fill the void that Haechan left in our Ahn-ah’s heart.”

“You say that like he’s dead.”

“Yeah, dead to you.”

“Only sometimes,” I roll my eyes. “He’ll be back in one more month and I never said anything about you being my new best friend.”

He pouts, like a puppy. “Well haven’t I done a good job of taking care of you while he’s gone? You did post on your insta story about best friend applications being open and I remember sending you a resume that I don’t think you ever read. He’s been gone since like the beginning of last school year—”

Jeno continued to ramble on with loud hand gestures. It was odd to know that this was the boy I was introduced to during freshman year of high school. His features have grown to become more chiseled and—due to his resolution of ‘becoming fit’ over the summer—I couldn’t help but notice the outlines of muscle through his school uniform. Still retaining his puppy-like features, puberty didn’t steal away his cuteness just yet. The Lee Donghyuck he currently was ranting about was my best friend of now four years. I concluded that his one-sided competition for Donghyuck’s role as my best friend was his little way of reminiscing the devilish boy. Although, he’d never admit that he missed him. Neither would I.

Donghyuck was the funniest boy I ever met. He was like the sun at its brightest as it shone through a stormy day. His reactions were exaggerated and animated and he never failed at catching every opportunity for a quick-witted remark against me. But my favorite part about him was when he made jokes with a straight face. Sometimes I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. He breathed life into my gloomy 7th-grade self. But I don’t think I could forgive him for not metaphorically holding my hand throughout first year. He had to leave Korea a quarter through the first semester because his parents won a trip to Canada. And I get it. Canada was a great place to be, but he failed to inform me that his trip would last about a year. Before he left, he introduced me to Jeno and told me that we would get along splendidly. 

In the words of my best friend; ‘you’d be too much of a loner while I’m gone, so I bestow this pity gift on you.’ 

Not to mention, our first meeting was hilarious. 

He was right. I missed him like the moon missed the sun in the cold night sky.

Luckily, Jeno and I had more in common than I thought and maybe Donghyuck knew that. Maybe that was why he introduced us. He always had an eye for such things. 

The first thing I said made him choke on his milk and flush cherry. Let’s just say I recognized him from an old advert he did as a child actor, featuring the said drink he choked on. The Lee Jeno I first got to know was awkward and shy, never without his crescent-crinkled eyes, a bashful smile, and fingers pulling on a hoodie string. The Lee Jeno that stood in front of me was wide-eyed, broad-shouldered, and confident as ever. 

He grew up a lot.

Don’t ever tell him this (lest you want his ego to inflate) but I really admired him for that. 

“—in conclusion, who was there for that whole fiasco? Not Haechan. What did he ever do? Facetime you every day? Pff I bought you ice cream. Now that’s a real friendship. You didn’t see him flying over from Canada to comfort you, did you? Maybe he was whisked away by a Canadian babe or hunk—”

“You got me my least favorite flavor,” I remarked.

“Ahn-ah,” he whined. “Give me some credit.”

“Tough love. If you wanna be Donghyuck try to be more annoying. He’d never greet me like that.”

“Oh yeah? And how would he have greeted you?” Jeno leaned forward to meet me eye level as if challenging me. Regret flashed in his eyes as I promptly jumped up to put him in a headlock, messing up his perfectly combed hair with my free hand.

“Aw isn’t our Jeno-oppa so grown up?” I pout, pulling and pinching at his cheeks. “Every morning that I see you, you seem to get taller. What am I going to do with you?”

He scrunched his nose in disgust, furrowing his brows. “I think I have cooties now.”

“That’s the spirit. Now keep that up and you’re on your way—maybe—to be just like Hyuckie.”

“The absolute disrespect you’re giving him while he’s gone, calling someone older than you so casually” he scoffs, wrestling his head out of my grasp. “How has he had this much influence on you while he’s gone?”

“Well—”

“Lee. Yang. I don’t suppose you’d want to be late for my class while having a lovers quarrel, don’t you?”

I push Jeno away from me and bowed, flustered. “Sorry, saem.”

“Saem-nim,” Jeno clicked his tongue at my rough gesture, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think I could think of her romantically even if I was paid five million won.”

Mr. Song tapped his knuckles against the boy’s head. “Be nice to girls, Jeno. I was joking. I guess you finally found another boy to bully, Ahn?”

“In my defense, sir, the last boy was the one who bullied me.”

“Pfft���”

“I liked you better with the other boy you were friends with, yes. Why don’t I see him with you anymore? You seemed to cause a lot less trouble with—”

Jeno swung the door open. “I think we should get to our seats, Ahn-ah. I’m sorry about the trouble Mr. Song.” His hands clasped around my shoulders and ushered me into the classroom, another scuff to probably form as I tried to not trip over my own feet or drop my books. He shoved me toward my seat.

“Hey—”

“Shh,” he shot an annoying smile at my irritation. “Class is starting.”

“Rude. I think Donghyuck got to you too,” I grumble, sinking my face into the palm of my hand as my notebooks lay in disarray on my desk. It was unfortunate that our homeroom teacher was nice. He let Jeno sit next to me.

“I’ll call attendance now.” 

My unfortunate seatmate leaned closer toward me. I inched away, rolling my eyes as he whispered.

“So… does that make me better BFF material?” His eyes disappeared into crescents as he prodded me with is a pencil, chuckling deviously. I slapped his hand away.

“You’re still not as funny as him.”

“What the hell—”

“H-here.”

“Lee, Jeno?” Mr. Song stared at the black-haired boy with a raised eyebrow.

To which he coughed loudly to cover up his expletive.

And aside from Harvey’s little announcement that morning, the rest of the day went on without a hitch. Soon enough, Monday turned into Tuesday, which morphed into Wednesday and bumped into Thursday. All the “day”s seemed the same. Monotonous. The only thing that was different was the slowly shifting breeze and the changing colors of the leaves of plants and trees. The autumn scenery was finally settling in.

And you know what they say about autumn.

It was a fitting season for the boy in front of me. A season of endings and changes—amongst all the other autumn things. 

“Why are you tearing them down?” I caught a piece of paper that fluttered down the stairway. It had been a while since I spoke English, the language strange on my tongue. “They’re cute.”

Harvey turned around and flashed a tight-lipped smile. He shook his head with a disappointed exhale. “Quite frankly, the whole thing was a bust.” His hand reached for another DNYL poster, one of many that scattered the walls of this place.

I picked up some rogue posters that fell onto the steps, approaching the foreign boy. I wasn’t lying about the posters being cute. They were handmade and created with color and illustration, the words written in an aesthetic way. Though, I didn’t mind to read them. 

“Why’d you make the club in the first place?”

“I guess I’ve just seen those people around campus who’ve just been so unhappy,” he said. “It felt horrible knowing that there was nothing I could do to help but I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, if I created a safe haven away from that heartbreak, then nobody would feel lonely enough to cry their heart out. Have you ever had the feeling of wanting to start something beautiful?” Harvey’s eyes were green and genuine. The golden light from the window was filtered through leaves, creating a taste of a nostalgic, bittersweet what-if. 

“Once,” I answered, a feeling pulling at my chest. An urge. A remembrance of what was and what could have been. There was a wish for warmth, even soaked in the honey glow of the sun. Longing. For new beginnings. 

Who hasn’t felt the wish for something to ignite?

For something to explode.

For undreamt dreams to just come true.

“I guess I also wanted to leave a small legacy before I leave. I need to go back home pretty soon.” A solemn sigh left Harvey once again as he stared down at one of his white posters. A pitiful silence hung in the air, dust fairies dancing and floating around us, falling and disappearing away from the light.

“Maybe you just need to find your targeted audience,” the words didn’t mean to come out of my lips, but they did anyway. “NCT is a highschool where teenage romance never sleeps. You’d be best off finding some outliers—y’know like the people you mentioned.”

“The ones I’ve seen around campus?”

“Yeah. Those who have been dumped, had a bad breakup, dealing with a broken heart… isn’t that what you said this club was for?”

“I wouldn’t suppose you’re one of those outliers?” He called out.

I looked behind at Harvey and the colorful papers that stuck out from his arms and his backpack. I looked at the empty walls and the tape that he wasn’t able to scrape off and half torn stickers that spelled ‘DN’. I look at him and smile without meaning to.

“If this is truly the coolest club on campus, then send a message my way.

“I don't have your number.”

“Who said you needed to text me to communicate? Send me something interesting—something special. I wanna feel like I’m being invited to the Phantom’s masquerade,” I turned away, biting at the inside of my cheek. My next words came at a frightening decrescendo as I realized what I was getting myself into. “If you find that I’m suited for your club…surprise me.

<< recruiting now | masterlist | boys are never worth it >>

footnotes -

saem: a shortened word for ‘seongsaeng-nim’ or teacher.

oppa: well, I think we all know this one but I mostly use it to signify respect or difference of age

[m0onbean]

enemies to lovers!eunwoo

okay so rivals to lovers!AU with eunwoo where do i start

the rivalry began one day when you were sitting in the library at your normal seat, studying for your next exam

and you usually go to the library everyday because when you’re at home you can’t seem to stay focused because of your roommate who’s always inviting her friends in your dorm at midnight and blasting Katy Perry

so the library is your go-to study spot and it’s always been for the past school years

you would always plop yourself at the table in the deserted corner of the library where all of the boring textbooks are

until that one day you came to your table, ready to cram in your last minute studying when you see a boy????? already sitting there????????

aND YOURE LIKE WHOMSTDVE WOULD DARE TAKE MY SPOT

the boy is wearing this plaid shirt with the buttons near his collar not buttoned up

and he’s super handsome

and he’s like reading this small book and he’s so immersed in the story that he doesn’t even realize your presence until you set your backpack on the table and clear your throat

and with your most polite voice you’re like “you’re sitting in my seat, can you please move to the other chair?”

bc the table you sat at only had one (1) chair and all of the other tables had people at them (ew)

but the brunette haired boy just glances at you for a secOND then returns to his book aND YOURE LIKE ???!???!!!???

so you repeat yourself and you’re like “sIR this is my seat!!!! pLs move im dying”

“i don’t see your name on it” he mutters without batting an eye anD you’re like so done and you’re about to yell at him until your phone rings and ur like brb lemme delay this ass beating later

when you check, it’s your mom & ur like sh00t so you blast outside of the library and temporarily forget your anger

so the next day, you return to your table only to find the SAME EXACT boy sitting in your seat this time with a different book

and you don’t even feel like arguing you just sit at another table and do your work

...although you prefer your own isolated table because nobody else sits there

and from then on it becomes like a race everyday to see who can get to the table first

if you win, then the boy ends up sitting at the other tables with the loud teenagers and you swear you can feel him glaring into your head from across the room

but if he wins, you have to sit there and now it’s your turn glaring at him

and the weird thing is that you two never directly communicated with each other?

you don’t even recall hearing his voice tbh

it’s like this unspoken rivalry ,,, and even though it’s super irritating how he snatches your table,,, it adds a dash of playfulness and fun into your boring school life

so this game you two play goes on for weeks until one stressful day

your teacher yelled at you in front of the class which made you late to your next class which led to another mad teacher and so on

you left your binder of homework at your dorm so you got marked off on your grades

your roommate left the house in a hot mess after a slumber party she had last night

and it’s just,,,,, everything is crashing down at you at once and it’s just so,, suffocating

and you’ve managed to hold everything in until up to moment you’re in the library

the minute you reach your table you just collapse on the ground from exhaustion

you hear a yell and you feel an awkward hand on your back

and in a sweet voice you hear “hey!!?? are you okay? (y/n) answer me”

and when you look up you’re surprised to see the boy who’s been snatching your table looking down at you with concern swimming in his eyes

and wow,, he’s so good looking up close

then you see a blush creep up on his cheeks and you’re like shIT i’m staring

you nod shyly and tell him you’re just tired af because it was a rough day

next thing you know he’s leading you to a convenience store and buying you a cup of latté

he introduces himself as eunwoo & you remember that he said your name earlier so you’re like “hey eunwoo how did you know my name??”

and he gets flustered and is like “uHhh you’re really well known... around the campus”

and even though you’re like hMMM you let it slide and you end up spilling your feelings to him

feelings about how you’re pressured for the future and how school is a pain in the ass

and the whole time he just listens and nods his head while giving commentary like “oh that’s horrible” or “wow i cant believe she did that”

by the end of it you’re both done with your drinks and you feel so so much more better

then you see eunwoo hesitating and you’re like ?!!!

he was actually contemplating whether he should hug you or not but mans is too awkward for that

he ends up just ruffling your hair

WHICH makes your heart go dududududu

and you’re like “thanks for listening... i feel so much better because of you.”

eunwoo just smiles and says something along the lines of “o-of course”

when you check the time you see that it’s close to your curfew so you both wave goodbye to each other

the next day, you see that eunwoo is still sitting at your table, only this time there’s an extra chair on the other side

so when you approach him he immediately shoots up and is like “i got you an extra chair so we don’t have to fight anymore”

& ur like oh.. o h okay we should’ve done this earlier

you two spend most of your time in peaceful silence while you study and he reads a different book everyday

occasionally you would steal glances of him because he looks... so attractive... just READING

and while you’re not paying attention eunwoo also stares at you bc wow.. you look so beautiful focused on your homework

there would be moments where you two would catch each other staring which leads to two very flustered faces and awkward tension

but trust me it’s adorable

even the librarian is cooing in the background

eventually eunwoo asks for your number and tries to make an excuse like “oH just in case you’re stressed out again”

in reality he just wants to talk to you

and when you smirk and say “oh okay eunwoo are we stepping up this friendship??”

he’S LIKE W O T .... PPFFFT seriouslyhowdidyouknow

and since eunwoo is rlly romantic he would send text messages like “did you eat?” or “stop studying and sleep”

and it’s so sweet and considerate you feel your heart bursting with so much love how can someone be so cute??????

occasionally you’d flirt around to purposely make him flustered

like you’d hold his hand randomly in the library when it’s “cold”

or you would randomly text him “i miss you”

the day he asks you out is when you two are talking on the phone at midnight bc eunwoo called you to stop you from studying

and while you’re talking you hear his sleepy voice say “you’re so adorable i just want to hug you”

and by this point how is this considered platonic AAAAAAAAA

you’re about to respond playfully but he continues and is like “i really like you”

AND YOURE SIDDJSOKASKS SCREKAING INSIDE

but in real life you’re like “i do too :)”

the next day he finds you outside your dorm and hugs you tightly before you can even get out a “good morning”

he tries to get you a new drink every morning but fails many times since your classes are so early and eunwoo just caNT wake up that early

and since you’re dating now he moved his chair next to yours so you’re both on the same side of the table :))

you two share earbuds and alternate from each other’s playlists everyday

he introduces you to his loud friends and his roommate Moonbin

moonbin is like a wild version of eunwoo and loves teasing you two every chance he gets

he’d use eunwoo’s embarrassing childhood stories as blackmail if eunwoo didn’t cook him something

regardless though, he would still tell you about that time eunwoo married a tree in elementary school dkzjsoakao

eunwoo as a boyfriend would try not to be clingy but he just can’t help but squish your cheeks and wrap his arms around you bc you’re juST so cute <3

you’d listen to him rant about books and give you summaries about each book he’s reading

how he manages to finish one whole book each day is still a mystery to you

but because of that he’s literally so smart

he excels in literature and language and leverything

he’s just a little... weak... in math LMAO

a lot of girls would glare at you two bc they’re jealous you got the hottest guy on campus and they’d probably be like “you don’t deserve eunwoo” a lot

and that honestly ... lowers your self esteem so so much because you understand why you don’t deserve him

this leads to an argument you two have where he’s telling you that you deserve him just as much as he deserves you!!!!!!!!

of course, this takes a lot of time for you to learn but eventually you’ll feel like you Deserve him because yes!! yes you do!!

it’s also tiring for eunwoo to always be seen as the model and the perfect and hot guy of the school ,,,, that’s why he likes you so much

you treat him like the most precious human being and are genuinely interested in him... not just his looks

you assure eunwoo so many times that even if he looked like your foot you would love him as much as you do now

aND that makes him giggle and wow he’s so in love with you

[hairringtonsteve]

biology notes (1).

Welcome to the Four Horsemen collab fic! Each of us will be writing and posting parts of this story, but you never know who is going to post the next part, so keep your eyes peeled on all of our blogs!

Dot: @stevesdacre

Emma: @hairringtonsteve

Lidi: @letmeletmetrashyourlove

Rachael: @dacrethehalls

PART ONE (this one!)

PART TWO (tba)

PART THREE (tba)

PART FOUR (tba)

billy hargrove x reader & steve harrington x reader 

fic summary: the reader is the new girl at hawkins, and let’s just say that she ends up catching the eye of a few boys in school. 

word count: 1, 773

a/n: so, surprise! this is going to be an interesting fic, because we’ve all agreed that no one actually knows what’s going to happen. the only person that’s read this is @stevesdacre because she edited it. lidi and rachael have no idea what’s going to happen, and only the person writing it controls what happens next. so i’ve got no idea what’s going to happen from here on out! be sure to follow everyone else because it’s a surprise as to who’s going to post next - and honestly i’m the worst at remembering this stuff. rachael and lidi have harassed me like 20 times bc i keep asking questions.

“There’s nothing to worry about. Everything’s going to be the exact same.”

Mom kept saying that over and over again as we packed up the car and drove from Antioch, California to our new home in Hawkins. It had been three days of reassurances that everything would be fine, that Christmas would be the same, and that nothing would change. Which was fine and dandy, except for the fact that I was stuck with explaining to Matty that yes, Santa would find us despite us moving so close to Christmas, and no, he wouldn’t get coal for whispering fuck as we pulled away from the only home we’d ever known.

I was also stuck with the honor of getting Matty ready for school, which meant waking up a half hour early and rooting through the closet for something that would suffice for the freezing temperatures of Hawkins.

I ended up having to feed the kid breakfast too, which had been an issue all on its own. The worst, though, was getting this kid ready for the bus.

“Do you think Dad will be here soon?” Matty asked me, looking up at me with his big, brown eyes. I held out his coat and motioned for him to shove his arms through. Neither of our coats were very thick, but they did the trick for the most part.

“Mom said he just needed to finish up at work, remember?” My stomach twisted at the sidestepping, but Matty didn’t know about the heated, whispered conversations at two in the morning, or how Dad hadn’t actually slept in the house for two weeks. “Everything’s going to the same, trust me.”

I was going to throw up.

“You’re sure that Santa will find us, right? Did you send him the new address?” 

“Of course I did. I’m not stupid. One of the elves called last night and said we didn’t even have to do that. They keep tabs on all the first graders.”

“That makes sense,” he said with a shrug. I bit back my grin as I nodded towards the front door.

“Let’s go, little man. We’ve got school.” The rumble of the school bus could be heard as it approached, coughing and gurgling as the driver eased on the brakes. Matty practically launched himself away from me, backpack hanging off of one shoulder as he jumped down the steps. “Have a good day!” I yelled, laughing as he waved haphazardly over his shoulder. The little shit didn’t even look at me.

“Matty get off to school?” Mom’s voice was rough. It was hard to tell if was due to lack of sleep, or the soft sobs I’d heard early into the morning. Odds are, it was both.

“Yeah, he did.” I slid my jacket on, reaching down for my backpack, careful not to look at her. I could handle a lot of things on my first day of school, but I couldn’t handle Mom breaking. Not then. “I’ll see you after school, okay? 

“Okay,” she said. Her voice was softer that time. I gave in, and my chest squeezed. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hands shaking a little as she stood there in her robe. I felt frozen, like I was facing down my future in that entryway.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, baby.” She wasn’t looking me in the eye, instead focusing on the fascinating vomit-colored shag carpeting. For a brief moment of insanity, I wondered if it was some weird omen.

It was awkward, the two of us just standing there. Neither one of us moved, but after a handful of seconds, I gave her a half wave and bolted out the door. The wind has a sharp chill to it, and I tugged my jacket closer to my body. It wasn’t a long walk to the high school, but snot was practically dripping out of my nose the entire way there, which made it feel like hours.

It shouldn’t have been surprising that the rest of the morning continued to suck. But small town school were supposed to be filled with nice people, right? Hawkins had apparently missed that memo. Every teacher seemed to be scowling, and the students were clustered together, occasionally offering me curious looks.

By the time biology rolled around, I felt like I was ten seconds away from crying. Lunch had been horrendous. I’d somehow managed to forget my money, and the guy with the nice hair behind me had ended up paying for it. Probably because I’d started stuttering and was holding up the line. 

Biology felt like my breaking point, though. I stepped into the classroom, and twenty-four pairs of eyes turned to focus on me.

“Class, this is Y/N. She’s from - where is it?”

“California. Antioch,” I clarified, ignoring how my voice shook. The last thing I wanted was for a bunch of hormonal teenagers to gawk as I burst into tears. The teacher - her name was Mrs. Dowd, or something - was staring at me, like she expected me to elaborate. Two painstakingly long moments passed before she sighed.

“Take a seat, then. Next to…  Mr. Hargrove.” She nodded her head towards a boy in the back, clad in an unbuttoned red shirt and a rather unsightly mullet. “Mr. Hargrove,” she snapped, his head snapping up from whatever he’d been engrossed with. His gaze flickered over me, slow and confident, taking his time. Something in my chest twisted, but it wasn’t like earlier. It wasn’t that sick-to-my-stomach, going to vomit feeling. This was different, an improvement.

It felt like walking down death row, in a way. The students still stared, but now girls were whispering as I stepped passed them. Mullet-Boy was still watching me. I gripped my notebook and pencil a little tighter in my arms as I made my way to the back of the room. Sliding onto the stool, I set my stuff down and leaned my elbows against the top.

“You’re from California?” Mullet-Boy asked, his voice quiet as Mrs. Dowd started to drone about mitochondria. Antioch High had covered that in the beginning of the school year.

“That’s what I said.” He chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down my spine.

“Me too.” I glanced over to him, cocking a brow. “San Diego,” he continued, pointing to himself 

“Cool for you.” It wasn't that I hated being talk to during class, but Mrs. Dowd kept glancing our way, a disapproving frown gracing her features.

“I'm Billy,” he said, leaning a little towards me. He had an elbow on the table, almost touching the crappy microscope that looked to be about a hundred years old. He didn't seem to get the message. His eyes were nice, though, and his little smirk wasn't the worst thing to look at.

“Y/N,” I responded, giving in. His smirk widened 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he drawled. I let out a soft hum in response, averting my eyes to the chalkboard. It didn't help, though. I could feel his gaze burning into me, begging me to look at him.

I managed to keep my eyes off of him for a whole three minutes. I would have managed longer, but the second Mrs. Dowd turned her back to the class, he was leaning too far into my personal space.

“Can you back off, man? Jesus.” i turned my head to him, noting the wide grin playing on his mouth. He was a little closer than I'd realized, but not so much that it startled me.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to borrow my notes.” I glanced down to his notebook, and to my surprise, there were actual notes scribbled down. There weren't a lot, but there was something.

“Oh, um, thanks. I've got my notes from my old school's bio, though. And I'm pretty sure that my notes are more… comprehensive.”

“You think I could borrow your notes sometime?” There was something in his voice and how his lips curled that told me he didn't give a rat’s ass about biology notes.

“I'm sure that…” I trailed off, glancing throughout the room. Girls diverted their gazes, every single one looking away - all except for one. She held my gaze, a hint of a scowl on her face. “She'd love to let you borrow her notes,” I finished, nodding my head in her direction. Billy rolled his eyes. 

“Carol? Her notes are shit. I'd learn more about biology reading a math book than I would looking at her notes,” he said. His words made me chuckle. His eyes widened a little, his smirk leaning towards more of a grin. “You know, I think you-”

“Mr. Hargrove, are you planning on talking to Miss. Y/L/N for the entire duration of the class?” 

“Just letting her see my notes, ma'am. I'm trying to make her feel welcome to Hawkins.” There wasn't anything suggestive about his tone, but my stomach flipped anyways. Without meaning to, I stole a quick glance towards him. My eyes started at the top and worked their way down, stopping at the sight of his unbuttoned shirt, and what laid beneath it. My cheeks burned a bright red. I set my jaw and turned to face the chalkboard.

For the rest of the class, Billy kept quiet. I'd notice anytime he turned his head in my direction, but I wouldn't let him win.

The end of class came faster than I'd expected, and suddenly everyone was packing up their things. I slid off of the stool, letting myself glance over to Billy. He was chatting with some dark haired guy, bits and pieces of their conversation drifting over.

Apparently, they played basketball.

I slipped out of the classroom before he had a chance to say anything to me. He seemed like a flirt, but nice enough. Weirdly enough, he'd made me feel a little more at home. That cocky, annoying California asshole shtick was more comforting than anything Mom had said over the last couple of days. 

I must have been too caught up in my thoughts because the next thing I knew, my shoulder was colliding into someone else’s, and papers went flying everywhere.

“Oh God, I am so sorry!” I burst out, kneeling down to pick up the scattered notes.

“Oh, it's fine. No worries,” the voice said. I looked up, eyes widening when I realized just who it was. The hair gave it away. 

“I, uh, should have been watching where I was going.”

“Like I said, no worries.” He grinned at me. “So how was your lunch?”

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[bookwormbambi]

WELP

(08/28/2018)

OKAY. So it’s the second day of classes and I’m just so very irked :-) I think I talked about this before but I spent weeks planning out the perfect schedule so I could have the most organized semester of my life. I converted half of my room into an office space so I could have a classroom setup, I planned out healthy study snacks and whether it was better to make coffee right when I wake up or wait until after my first class, I planned everything down to the last detail so it would all be perfect.  THEN MY INSTRUCTORS HAPPENED.

First, as a disclaimer for those of you who are new to college, your instructors do not have to send you information about the class until the first day of instruction - and most of them won’t. With online classes especially, the course does not have to be posted until the end of the first day, and if you schedule your life to do all of your classes first thing in the morning like I did, it can put a damper on things.

So I meticulously planned everything to the last detail - except for binders, which I wait until the class starts to do so I can model it off of the class setup (post on that probably coming on Sunday) - went to bed on time, got my butt up before the sun was even up and was at my desk ready to go at 7:00 am. I logged into the LMS and right off the bat noticed that still only 3 out of 5 classes had been posted, but I at least had math up, which was my first class of the day. So I get out my materials, log into MyMathLab and breeze through the first section, even finishing about twenty minutes early. I’m feeling good and ready to go, so I jump back into the LMS to start Pharmacology, but it still hasn’t been posted. Okay relax, it’s like 8am, maybe it’ll be up later. So I wait, and refresh the page. Over, and over, and over. Get some other work done, clean the house, do the laundry, hitting refresh every couple of minutes, waiting. Textbooks haven’t been delivered yet so I really have nothing to do. Then around 1 o’clock, I jump into the course page. Sociology has been moved from future courses to current courses, but hasn’t been published yet. Okay, well I’m doing soc tomorrow and she doesn’t have to post it until tonight so no big deal. Pharmacology, however, is still sitting in future courses. Then it clicked. Is this a late start class?? So I jump into my registration log and, sure enough, the freaking class doesn’t start for almost two months. I overlooked it. I spent $115 on the book that I could’ve waited two months to buy and used the money to increase my food budget, or put in my savings, or anything. So Day 1 of classes, and I sat around for five hours waiting for a class that doesn’t start for two months.

Then it clicked a second time. I have to rewrite my schedule. The one that I spent weeks meticulously planning out. Because there is one less class and an extra 3 hours a week I can use for my other classes, or my personal life, or something. So I flip out, grab some graph paper and pens, and start color coding. (I color code when I’m stressed, really it’s where my best work comes from) So I get a rough edit of my schedule, decide to see how Day 2 goes and finish it up.

THEN DAY 2 HAPPENED. A little bit harder to get out bed this morning, but I still got up on time, made my coffee more for the sake of warming up than waking up, and once again my butt was in the chair at 7:00 am, ready to go. I log into the LMS to start psychology, and right away notice soc still hasn’t been published. It was supposed to be up by the end of yesterday. Okay dude, the sun is barely up, this lady might not even be awake yet. Get through psych first and hope that it’s up by 8:45 so you can work on it. So I read through an incredibly boring psych lecture without my glasses (sleepy child forgets to wear them), got about 2/3 through the lecture before the alarm goes off, and got ready for sociology to be published because school started yesterday and it had to be published by then. But NOPE. Still not published. At this point the coffee kicked in so I proceeded to spend the next hour bouncing off the walls and planning the rest of my day since I don’t work and my sister’s birthday is tomorrow and I want it to be perfect (long story but she went to so much trouble for me on mine) then eventually realize I’ve been bouncing off the walls for an hour and not actually doing anything so I sit back down and, like yesterday, keep refreshing the page, waiting for the course to be published, which it still isn’t. I started goofing around on the website and found my graduation checklist. There are problems. I proceed to have another meltdown and conclude that my life is over (h you college), then almost impulsively bought a train ticket to go to campus (two hours away) so I could crash a ballet class and get an add code to add a sixth class and force myself to travel all the way to campus twice a week for one stinking class. Then had a second meltdown because I miss dancing so much but there are studios here that will cost me a lot less and stop my from dropping $200 for one class twice a week. So now it’s just past noon, I’m overly caffeinated and have been awake for almost six hours already, bought a really pretty leotard, and am now waiting for my textbooks to be delivered (most likely sometime today if not tomorrow bc I paid extra for rushed shipping which I wouldn’t have bothered if I knew pharmacology didn’t start til the end of OCTOBER) so I can read the sociology text and hope to god I’m learning the right thing because now I’m behind and have no clear schedule bc everything fell apart and I’m super irked :-)

(This overly-caffeinated rant was brought to you by Dunkin’ Donuts French Vanilla Roast ty for enduring)

[xnotyourdarlingx]

i was tagged by the darling @honeyangelique ! sorry for not doing the other tags.. ♡

♡what four flowers would you grow in your garden?

tiger lillies, roses, delphiniums & amaryllis

♡ if you fell in love with a mythical being, what would they be

a merman; whom roams the sea. or an angelic being

♡ describe an ideal date?

my ideal date is enjoying a lovely picnic we packed, with lovely sandwiches & juice boxes bc it makes us feel younger. than whenever night time comes, lying underneath the stars, on a makeshift bed of blankets sprawled across the grass, with lots of pillows. or a hammock. we could lay down, cuddling each other, while watching the stars. & talking about the littlest things, like our aspirations and dreams. or staring into each others eyes, smiling like crazy. while soft music plays in the background. just admiring our time together. no grand restaurant. just us.

♡ describe a favourite memory?

i have so many darling memories. i'd have to choose just one, instead of compiling a list. but my favourite memory recently has been whenever me & my friends and family went to a movie in the park. we got to talk and play around, joking with each other. it was such a beautiful experience; being able to finally have friends to do stufd with outside of school. another special memory is the first time we hung out. we went to a friends house & stayed up late playing video games and laughing at the silliest things! <3

♡ you get one wish; what is it?

if wishing for an infinite amount of wishes was a possibility, i'd go for that option w/o a single doubt. overall, my greatest wish would that we all lived in a lovely world where hate has never once existed. a peaceful place inhabited by animals & the most gorgeous garden known to mankind. with beautiful cottage houses, and streams. i know that might seem childish; but i've always wanted to escape reality & reside in a heavenly world akin to eden. it would be magnificent. another wish i'd desperately want is that other fans and i may get our one wish. meeting our idols. the ones we look up to & who have saved our lives countless times. or cheered us up a lot.

♡ something someone did that made you happy? it can be someone famous or someone you know!

recently, my friend has been very supportive of my writing. she drew my main character, honey. it touched my heart that she wanted to draw her, even though it took two hours to complete it since it was a digital drawing. it is breathtaking, in many ways.

♡ what would you sell your soul for?

let's be honest, i'd sell my soul to live inside a world where the lines of fictional & reality blurred together. where anime & everything else was real. it'd be a dream to talk to fictional characters.

♡ a favourite song & what it makes you think of?

serendipity by jimin might be my favourite song. essentially, the song reminds me of snuggling underneath the covers of a blanket with your s/o. it reminds me of a super pure love; full of hand holding, small kisses on the cheek & lots of tickle fights. just super innocent & adorable.

♡ if you could live in the universe of a book, which book would it be?

it would be terrifying, but i'd love to live in the universe of children of eden. i'd have it good, being a first born child. but it would be thrilling to assist the second born survive in a world that wants them dead. sad as it is. even meeting lark & rowan would be super amazing. they're such headstrong, independent woman!

♡ do you prefer writing letters or recieving them?

i prefer recieving. it's more fun reading someone elses wonderful cursive, & i suck at writing letters to others. i used to have a penpal, but i always get so busy that i don't necessarily have time to write. but it was fun learning about her life in another part of the world & what she likes or disliked. plus my handwriting is messy. so it gets on my nerves.

♡ a favourite poetry quote?

i don't know enough poetry yet to answer this..

♡ and lastly, a piece of wisdom; what would you tell someone if they asked you for wisdom?

honestly, it's gonna sound super clichè, but i want to encourage students to stay in class & study hard. learning complicated math formulas & proper grammar is important. i get it; why take advice from someone who has horrible grammar. but it's crucial to know these things. plus, higher grades will help you land a good college & a well paying job. if you're experiencing a rough time at school, just remember i'm always open to talking to you. <3 one last sentiment; you're gorgeous. i want you to take a moment to look in the mirror. take a few deep breaths. that person staring back at you? that's someone who will live to do spectacular things in their lifetime. unless you're doing it at 12 & you said bloody mary. get outta there fast. but no lie. you were destined to make so many people happy. if people in school are rude, screw them. you're perfect. the only copy out there. so if you're considering anything that might make us lose such an irreplaceable being, just know i would miss you. so would everyone else. you are someones soulmate. someones best friend. someones co-worker. maybe even the next beyoncè ( we ly queen bee ). i wish you the very best out of life. may your days be blessed with lots of love & hugs. i can't stress this enough, you are wonderful in every way.

[uniformbravo]

“quick” life update while i wait for my ipod to charge

(do ppl even still use ipods in this day & age. whats spotify)

i never made any posts abt it but i started the new semester & im taking 2 classes, it’s funny actually bc i waited even more til the last minute than i usually do to figure out my classes & spent the 1st week of school trying to see a counselor to find out if i still needed classes and that’s a whole other story for a whole other day but long story short the answer was no but i decided to take a couple anyway

mainly because every time im not in school The Depression takes over & i just needed something to Do so im taking intermediate painting (even tho painting 1 made me want 2 die every day) and animation (even tho i’ve already decided i don’t want to be an animator????)

so heres the thing, okay, since these are classes i don’t need in order to fill any requirements or anything i had to pick them based on nothing, really, like my main reason for taking classes this semester was to give myself something to do, right. i picked painting because my friend had told me she was taking it so i was like yo i’ll just do that too bc we had fun last time & it’s a good way to stay in contact. originally that was gonna be my only class bc i knew it’d be a lot of work and time but then i talked to my school’s art counselor about transferring to another school after im graduated from here and i’d said i was maybe interested in storyboarding so we looked at schools with animation programs and i decided super last minute to just take the animation class here and Boy what a mistake

last semester i was talking on here about a computer art class i had considered taking but dropped bc it seemed kinda... shitty?? because i hated the way the teacher taught and i felt like i wasn’t gonna gain anything from the class??? well animation is taught by the same guy and hhhhhhhhh he’s so fucking unhelpful it’s such a nothing class

see i was hoping to learn some hand-drawn animation basics like timing, squash & stretch, the fucking bouncing ball assignment, shit like that, right. the teacher was like “today we’re gonna go over the 12 principles of animation” and i was like “sweet i’ve heard of that this’ll be good” & literally he brought up a list, read off most of the names, briefly described a few, and told us to google it if we wanted more info like?? holy shit dude????? thanks for nothing oh my god

i’ve been taking a lot of time practicing animating in flipnote studio on my 3ds and watching youtube videos and i’ve been learning so much more from that than anything explained by my teacher bc godddd. basically what the class boils down to is like. flash animation. so far we’ve been working in adobe illustrator and animate & i cannot stand illustrator. i know it’s a good and useful program and if i wanted to i could learn how to use it & eventually get used to it but just the way he teaches it makes me want 2 slam dunk my computer

the computer art basics class was strongly recommended to be taken before this class but tbh i don’t even think that’s the issue here because i tried to take that class and his method was the same; he does a demo on screen that you’re supposed to follow along and do with him and he explains what hes doing as he goes but he goes so fast that if u miss a step ur fucked 

and it’s not just that he goes fast, it’s also that theres no understanding of the program itself, like ok u know how in math there’s all these formulas where if u just plug numbers into them it gives u the right answer? i always understood formulas better when i knew what each variable stood for & why the values were being added or multiplied together because then it made it easier to extract the information i needed from word problems and also helped me memorize the formulas themselves easier because i could make those associations between numbers and purpose. i had the groundwork of the formula, so i could apply it to all kinds of situations

this class is like, he only gives you the very specific formulas required to accomplish very specific tasks in the programs so i can’t make the connections to figure out how to perform other tasks and i get super lost every time & it’s super frustrating & i could ask for help because he comes around and helps people who need it but i sit in the back corner so he never really even looks my way so i feel like i can’t get his attention w/o speaking up or getting up to go get him & i get lost so often that it’s really just a pain to ask him every single time

i just hate when i have a problem in one of the programs & i just have absolutely no clue how to fix it or even work around it? im used to photoshop and illustrator is just so opposite that my brain doesn’t want to work with it so im. 100% floundering in this class

we have 2 assignments during the whole semester, the first was a group project where we hand draw a 3-second animation (~30 frames) and that was literally the very first thing we did in the class with no prior guidance and honestly i suspect that the only reason he assigns it is to fill the requirement for a group project (which i know is a thing bc a lot of my past teachers have talked about it being a thing) so it was literally just. a nothing project

the second assignment is our final which is a 90-second animation (~1080 frames) and we have basically the rest of the semester to work on it, so about a month and a half-ish? and all we’ve learned how to do so far is motion tweening in animate, basically. i mean we did a ball-and-string thing which was kind of different but it mostly involved a lot of copy+paste bullshit in illustrator & also like automatic shortcuts & stuff, there was really no drawing involved at all

also it’s one of those classes where everyone just kind of messes around and does their own thing like?? i saw one girl reading manga on her computer & these two dudes at my table were comparing yugioh cards & i hear like 50 thousand conversations about anime every day & i mean im not one to talk tbh but it’s just the atmosphere, it feels like u either know what ur doing or u just fuck around w/ ur friends and im in the “neither of those” category and the girl who was reading manga is in the “both” category bc every other time i’ve looked over there she’s got this amazing masterpiece on her screen that she made in illustrator & i die inside every time what the fuckkc 

he showed us examples of final projects from last semester and i noticed that some of them were done traditionally or in programs that were obviously not illustrator so i asked him about it & he said it doesn’t have to be done in illustrator/animate as long as it’s 90 seconds long so Guess What i think i’m just gonna make it somewhere else lmaooo i mean i feel like it’s a missed opportunity bc i have these programs at my disposal & im not even using them but god amn. god fuckign damn

im thinking of animating it in flipnote bc that’s what i’ve been using & im pretty familiar with it by now but im not sure because there are some important things im not sure i’ll be able to accomplish with it like backgrounds (which are another requirement for the assignment) and i don’t want to back myself into a corner, especially with how little time i have to do it, so idk for sure. my other idea was to use clip studio paint but i have the pro version which only lets u use 24 frames per animation which totals out to a whopping 2 seconds so idk if i want to have to deal with that bullshit either. right now im considering making the rough animation in flipnote so i can figure out the timing & shit and then slapping it into clip studio to finalize everything (or technically i could even do that in photoshop, since im more familiar w/ it & can probably work faster there- from photoshop it’d be a matter of copying the finished frames into clip studio to export into 2-second clips & then compile those in movie maker & then bam finished animation)

so!!! it’s a lot of shit im dealing with in this class & im just like. if im doing it this way then why do i even need to show up for class. what am i even in this class for im just basically making an animation on my own time with my own resources using none of the techniques taught in the class. im only doing this animation because it’s an assignment for the class im not gaining anything from. it just seems so pointless & the only thing getting me through it is the thought that i could possibly put this in a portfolio somewhere down the line, and for that i’d want it to look nice and not rushed so im thinking that for the sake of finishing the assignment i might just use my rough animation so that i can spend more time on the “nice” version afterward

aaaanyway it’s um Late for me & i went on about this for too long but i needed to get it off my chest tbh, i’ve been thinking abt making this post for like 2 weeks so there u go. i didn’t even talk about my painting troubles good lord. if you’ve been wondering why i havent been online as much lately This is why. also bc im a huge loser and 100% of my free time has been going into watching anime bye

[pepprs]

im sweating so fuckint badly i had my french final today and i was so stressed out studying for it that’s literally all i did all weekend and this morning i was in the library frantically cramming before the test and running all around trying to print out my final essay for it and everything and i accidentally printed out my English essay rough draft instead of my french essay and so i wasted 20 cents and had 2 go recharge my card with more money to print out my french stuff and waste the money i had saved for extra food f i needed it and then..... my sister started texting me yellig @ me abt smth with photoshop and while i was walking to class and textin. Her i tripped on the stairs and fell and cut my hands and they still sting a little and then i probably Bombed the test lmao!!!!!!! but after that i walked all the way back 2 the library 2 relax and do my English paper and since i don’t have a laptop i have 2 use the comps in the library and it took me 398538848584 years to find an open one but then i realized........ my lunch box was gone!!!!!!!!! and i fuckin had a Meltdown!!!!!!!!!!!!! And so i ran all throughout the library lookin for it and it wasn’t there so i fuckin speedwalked All The Way back 2 my french classroom and it wasn’t there and i Cried A Little and then i walked all the way back 2 the library and i left it @ my original seat this morning where i was studying and the guy who was @ that computer was kinda rude when i went in and grabbed it and im ???? Fuckig Done. the day isn’t halfway over and im running on 3 hours of sleep bc i spent all weekend studying, im exhausted and Drenched in sweat from running around and Panicking, im So stressed out, my hair is a mess and im breaking out and tonight i have 2 miss my last math class 2 go 2 my fuckin Humanities professor’s house and have an awkward dinner w food i can’t even eat and my classmates who don’t even like me!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!! :~)

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

Hi! Do you think you can do a Jughead sickfic where he's sick at school and refuses to acknowledge that he is sick when it's obvious to everyone else? Sorry that the request is so general, but if you can do something that would be great and if you can't I totally understand. You're an amazing writer, keep it up!!!!

(First of all anon you are honestly the sweetest???

When life constantly throws obstacles and hardships at someone, that someone tends to grow a thick skin. However, a certain degree of care afterwards must be performed because at the end of the day, people are still human. Humans get hurt and weary.

Jughead tended to ignore the scratches and wounds that life gave to him, because processing everything that’s happened to him would surely drive him insane. If he for one second truly take in the harsh reality of his life, he wasn’t sure if he could put himself back together again. He developed an unhealthy coping mechanism of brushing things off and pretending wounds weren’t there, if he didn’t just laugh it off.

The same method applied to his physical health. If he had just elected to pretend it wasn’t there, everything would be fine.

The last thing Jughead needed was to get sick.

The past week had been far far too much for him. Jughead rarely ever cried, and this week he had cried 8 times that week already.  Nothing good seemed to come from that week. Of course, Fred Andrews was kind enough as to let Jughead stay with them long term, until at least FP could get out of jail. The way things were looking, that wouldn’t be for a very long time.

It really had been a hectic week, and Jughead’s crappy body of course could not handle it. It wore him down, until he woke up sick with a fever and a stuffy nose.

Jughead hadn’t even been in school for quite a while. After Homecoming, he had turned up once and literally forced out of school. He had missed days due to police interrogations and the like, and when he was granted back access to the school, Fred forced him to stay home for a mental health day. Needless to stay, he was really behind in all his classes.

Jughead could not afford to miss another day of class. He wasn’t exactly straight A student Betty Cooper. Which was the reason Jughead began to drag his sick, weary body out of bed and to school.

“Is Jughead still not awake?” Fred commented as he watched Archie nearly finish his bowl of cereal.

“I’ll go–oh,” Archie stopped himself as Jughead shuffled into the kitchen. He was fully dressed in his usual S T-shirt, dark jeans, loose suspenders, worn out converse, messy dark curls peeking out of a grey knotted beanie and denim jacket combo, but he looked awful.

“Woah, you okay sport?” Fred blinked, taking in Jughead’s pale face and dark circles. The kid looked behind exhausted. However sickness was not even on Fred’s radar, he just thought Jughead had yet another fretful sleep.

Archie frowned as his friend sat down next to him and poured the milk into his waiting bowl of cereal, “You not get enough sleep?”

Jughead smiled at him weakly, “Yeah, that’s it. I’ll be fine though.”

Fred frowned, “You sure you should go to school today? I can ring..”

“No, Mr Andrews, thank you though. I’m fine, honestly. I need to catch up,” Jughead insisted, his voice giving out by his last sentence, sounding strained and obviously painful. He cleared his throat and coughed lightly into his elbow.

“Hm, okay,” Fred said reluctantly, glancing at Archie briefly as if to tell him to keep an eye on Jughead.

Archie eyed his friend worriedly, but sighed and gave in. He finished up his bowl of cereal and waited for his friend to finish so they could head to school.

Jughead and Archie were pretty silent the walk to school. Both of them had their headphones plugged in, listening to different music.

Archie could faintly hear light sniffling mixing in with Daughter’s “Youth” he was listening to. He yanked out the headphones off of his ears, the melody abruptly stopping as he looked over at Jughead.

Jughead rubbed at his nose lightly, putting his hand down when suddenly he was involuntary inhaling sharply. He raised his elbow to his face, turning away from Archie and sneezing two, tired sounding sneezes. Once he recovered he lowered his arm, giving one sniffle then continued on listening to his music, like nothing had happened.

“You’re sick!” Archie accused, stopping.

“No I’m not,” Jughead said casually, a little boredly even.

Archie was a little taken aback, tongue-tied. He was at loss for words. Normally Jughead was a lot more defensive about his sickness denial, and this lack lustre, “just another day” attitude was working. Archie felt a little intimidated, realising Jughead was improving at his denial tactics and he would have to start forming a new strategy against him. He pouted to himself for a few seconds, because he had just gotten a hang of calling Jughead out of his bullshit.

Once Archie got over himself he stopped again, “We are turning around and going home.”

Jughead smirked at him, “What? Tell your dad I sneezed and I have to stay home? C'mon Arch, it’s a natural bodily function–some particles in my nose that needed to be expelled, probably.”

Archie glared, “Jughead Jones, I know what you are doing! Don’t think I don’t know your evil, scheming plan..”

Jughead looked playful, “It just appears you want to miss school because of that math test you have.”

Archie groaned, sulking, finally giving in and continuing their walk to school.

Jughead had finally managed to get Archie off his back when he went off to do some music stuff with the Pussycats, and he felt relieved. He made his way through the crowd of people, trying to reach his locker. Once he arrived, he started to unlock it when suddenly someone was pulling his beanie off.

Jughead groaned quietly, turning his head around to face Reggie Mantle with an annoyed look on his face.

The victorious, playful grin on Reggie’s face instantaneously faded once took in Jughead’s sickly appearance. He frowned and carefully replaced the beanie clumsily onto Jughead’s messy dark hair.

“Uh..sorry dude, you got a cold?”

Jughead rubbed at his pink nose and shook his head, “No? Didn’t know where you got that idea?”

To further debunk that statement, an irresistible itch began to gnaw at his throat. Irritated tears pricked at his eyes, as a brief but harsh coughing fit tore its way out of his throat and into his now surely germ infested jacket sleeve.

Reggie pressed his lips together and pulled out a packet of cough drops from his jeans and pressed them onto Jughead’s palm, “Sure thing, beanie baby. Uh..welcome back and..don’t die I guess.”

Reggie stalked off into the crowd quickly, not even giving Jughead the chance to protest. He quickly unwrapped one and popped the drop into his mouth, pocketing the rest of the pack and silently praising all the deities for Reggie Mantle. Jughead breathed in shakily, discreetly pressing the back of his hand against his forehead to check his own temperature.

He frowned at the intensifying heat, hoping today would go by as soon as possible. He breathed in heavily, bracing himself for the day.

The reason Jughead had decided to brave through the day and get his sick ass out of bed was so he could catch up with school, and now he couldn’t even hear what the teacher was saying because of his fever. Jughead was seriously regretting his decision because now his little sacrifice was worth nothing. He still couldn’t just admit that he was sick, so he continued on with his little charade.

Jughead squinted, hoping his vision would focus and stop fading in and out so he could stop feeling so nauseous and generally unwell. He was focusing so hard on trying to concentrate he didn’t even notice a sneeze building up and creeping up on him, until it was too late.

He had barely managed to cover his face with his arm, causing Veronica to look over sympathetically. “You’ve got yourself a really bad cold, haven’t you?” She sighed.

Jughead sniffled and shook his head, voice contaminated with congestion, “Huh? No, I haven’t.”

Veronica blinked incredulously, “..uh, babe, you are very sick.”

Jughead shook his head calmly, “I think you’re misunderstanding. I’m not sick.”

Veronica raised an eyebrow, “Um, Jughead..the whole world can see you’re–”

“Lodge!” The teacher yelled.

“Sorry,” She apologised quickly, sparing an exasperated glance over at Jughead quickly, before he shrugged at her and gave her a small, reassuring smile.

She sighed in frustration and turned frontwards again and got back to the lesson.

Betty released a sigh of relief as the bell rang, commencing the beginning of lunch time and thus dismissing her from her absolutely boring History class. She was already so done with today, and just wanted to eat and hang out with her friends.

She got up from her seat and left the classroom, taking a quick detour to the bathroom. Once she had finished, she made her way towards the Blue and Gold office as she had left her lunch there earlier that morning.

As she neared the door of the office, she could faintly hear a chorus of congested sounding coughing from within. She raised her eyebrow in suspicion, and slowly opened the door to reveal Jughead resting against one of the chairs, shaking violently.

Jughead’s eyes widened as Betty’s figure formed in his vision, jolting straight so he was no longer slumped weakly against the chair, trying to stop his shivering, “Betty! Hey! How are you?”

Betty raised her eyebrow at the rough edge of Jughead’s lowered voice, taking in his sickly features and frowned when she came to her conclusion, “Awh, Jug..you’re not looking so good. How’re you feeling?”

Jughead shook his head defensively, “I feel fine. I was just going to get a head start on the article..”

Betty shook her had furiously, “No way! For one you’re sick, and for two you need to rest! It’s been a tough week.”

Jughead stood up, hoping to prove his point but swallowed as a wave of nausea hit him from standing up, his entire frame racked with shivers, “Im okay, Betty. Really! I don’t even know why you’re so concerned when I feel great.”

Betty sighed deeply, “Jughead..”

“I’m fi–” Jughead cut himself off as he inhaled involuntarily, quickly turning away to harshly stifle three sneezes into his arm,  naively hoping Betty wouldn’t have noticed.

“Bless you,” Betty said softly.

“I didn’t sneeze!” Jughead insisted.

Betty looked incredulous.

“C'mon, Betty, lets go to the cafeteria or something,” Jughead pressed, making a move to exit the office when Betty wedged herself in between. She crossed her arms, face stern, as firm and resilient as she could be.

“Jughead Jones, you are not leaving this room. You are going to sit your sick ass down on that chair and relax.”

Kevin sat down at their usual table already inhabited by Archie and Veronica at the cafeteria, his face scrunched up in worry and concern. He looked a little spooked even, like he had just seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong Kev?” Veronica asked.

Kevin shook his head, “Its just..have you guys seen Jughead today? He looks awful.”

Archie rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, “I keep trying to call him out on it, he’s so obviously sick it’s painful. I’ve tried to coax the truth out of him secretly by blessing him whenever he sneezes but he just acts like he didn’t sneeze at all?? It’s so frustrating.”

Kevin nodded in agreement, “Like he was just staring at nothing the whole time during Geography, like his cheeks are so red with a fever but he’s shaking so much?? The teacher asks him if he’s alright and he starts explaining the key features of an OS map.”

Veronica couldn’t help the laugh forcing its way out of her, trying to stifle the sound earning a glare from Archie.

“What?! That’s hilarious!” Veronica protested.

She sighed, “Yeah okay, it’s hilarious but it is concerning. Was he sick this morning? How’d he get sick?”

Kevin spoke up, “He got sick through a culmination of the infamous shitty Jones immune system and all the shit he’s been going through lately. I mean, that’s gotta be rough for his body, right? Speaking of which..”

Kevin’s voice lowered into a more soft and sympathetic tone, “How’s he holding up?”

Archie sighed sadly, “Not good. He isn’t sleeping, he’s having really bad panic attacks, he doesn’t even eat as much as he normally would.”

Veronica widened her eyes, “Jesus.”

Archie nodded, “Exactly! We didn’t even realise he was sick this morning because he’s been this dull the whole week. If only we could just tackle him down and get him to admit he’s sick.”

Veronica nodded in agreement, “This is frustrating. Where is he, anyways?”

Kevin pulled out his phone as it beeped, quickly scanning through his new text, “Uh, I got the answer to that.”

He raised his phone up so that the two could see what the text said.

Betty Cooper: Kev Jughead is super sick and he’s not admitting it so I’m trying to trap him in the blue and gold office hurry please I can’t hold him in here by myself

“C'mon, lets go get them,” Veronica announced, standing up and heading for the office.

The three friends managed to arrive at the Blue and Gold within two minutes of Betty sending the text; and when the Kevin opened the door to reveal the sight, Jughead looked even worse than he already was.

He was convulsing violently, arms wrapped around himself to try and provide himself with some warmth. His nose was rubbed raw, an angry shade of red and his cheeks were the same shade of red, flushed from a fever. His eyes were watery and bleary, face ghostly pale, highlighting his dark circles.

Betty was hovering over him, trying to feel for his temperature but Jughead was ducking away defensively, clearly not wanting her to feel his forehead. Betty sighed in frustration, trying to get a grip on his forehead but Jughead would only inch away from her, lightly swatting at her hand.

“Oh my god, Forsythe! If you’re really ‘not sick’ Just let me feel your forehead!” Betty exclaimed impatiently.

Jughead opened his mouth to protest but widened his eyes as he caught sight of his other friends. He instinctively straightened and cleared his throat, brushing messy curls out of his face.

“Wh..” Betty turned around to face her friends, and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god you’re here! Help me hold him down!”

“What?!” Jughead exclaimed, voice cracking and hoarse. Quickly, he turned away from her to stifle a sneeze into his shoulder.

While his guard was down Veronica rushed over and pinned him down in place so he wouldn’t duck away. Jughead squirmed, leaving Kevin and Archie at awe from Veronica’s display of great strength.

Betty pressed the back of her hand against Jughead’s forehead and frowned deeply at the result, “Jughead! You are burning up!”

Jughead shook violently, teeth chattering but shook his head all the same, “No I’m not!”

Veronica rolled her eyes, “C'mon Jughead, you’ve lost this battle. C'mon and admit it.”

Jughead shook his head childishly, crossing his arms and pouting. He sulked in the chair for a little while, still shaking and shivering.

“Awh, you actually look kinda cute when you’re sulking,” Betty giggled.

Archie sighed deeply and took off his Varsity jacket, grabbing at Jughead’s arms and putting the way too big jacket on him.

“Archie! It’s huge!” Jughead whined, stretching his arms out which were engulfed by the jacket sleeve to prove his point. However, despite his complaining he couldn’t complain about the warmth and comfort the jacket brought him.

Archie smirked, “Well I’ll take it back then.”

Jughead pouted, “No!”

The rest of the group erupted into laughter.

“You can keep the jacket if you admit you’re sick,” Kevin suggested.

Jughead huffed, “I–I..”

He sighed deeply and pouted, looking away in embarrassment, “Yes. Yes I am sick.” He sneezed into the soft fabric twice to prove his point.

Jughead curled up into the chair, snuggling up into the oversized but comforting fabric of Archie’s jacket. He closed his eyes exhaustedly, only then letting his guard down and showing how weak he actually felt.

“Yeah, I don’t..feel great,” Jughead mumbled.

“We know sweetie,” Veronica said softly, sitting down on the chair next to him and gently caressing his dark hair.

Archie smiled softly, “I’m glad you told us. I’ll go to the nurses and call my dad, you’ll be home soon.”

Jughead managed a soft smile, “Y-yeah..h-home.”

[killer-barnes]

Cold As Ice

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!

Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

The loud bell rang above you, startling your thoughts away and indicated the warning bell for first period.

As you hurriedly stuff your books into your bag, you see students rush to get into their appropriate rooms.  

Not wanting to be late, you quickly shut your locker, trying to zip up your backpack as you turn around.

However, what you didn’t realize was that a certain Peter wasn’t looking where he was going and slammed straight into you, causing him to spill the paper he was holding and you to the stained tile floor.

“O-Oh my god, I-I’m so sorry! A-Are you okay? I wasn’t paying attention…”

As soon as you hear those words come from the boy’s mouth, you know exactly who it is.

The nerdy boy who always wore those cheesy math and science shirts.

The nerdy boy who always had his head digged into some kind of homework every second he has.

The nerdy boy who is an absolute genius.

But most importantly, the nerdy boy who you had a never ending and embarrassing crush on.

Slowly turning your gaze towards Peter, your face beats a dark red and you see him reach out his lanky hand towards you.

Carefully taking his hand, you feel the rough skin surrounding his knuckles and the softness of his palm as it envelopes your own.

After pulling you up, you quickly drop his hand. Your cold one swiftly moving into your sweatshirt pocket.

“Y-You have really cold hands!” Peter nervously adds, rubbing the back of his neck.

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out.

Say something, Y/N!

SAY ANYTHING!

Letting out a nervous noise, your face feeling like a thousand degrees despite your cold contrasting body.

“I-uh, I-” you squeaked, but were soon interrupted by the late bell, signalling you were tardy for your first class.

You grabbed your backpack off the floor and sprinted towards the classroom, ignoring Peter’s worried glance and words.

Turning your head back towards him, you see Peter still standing where you were a second ago.

Sensing your stare, he softly waves to you, which you shakily return, the blush still evident across your cheeks.

As you approach your class’s door, you let out a shaky sigh and prepare for the ‘tardiness talk’ as well as the unwanted stares of your fellow classmates.

Two periods and an embarrassing amount of stares later, it was time for lunch.

You didn’t like sitting in the cafeteria.

It’s too loud and everyone has a specific table to sit at while you are trying to find at least someone to sit with.

You were a shy person, which at times could really turn off a person from making any sort of friendship or relationship with you.

Not that you minded, but sometimes you got a little lonely and wanted someone to talk to besides you dog.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you decide to skip the cafeteria and head towards the library for some peace and quiet.

Trying to make the least amount of noise, you head up the stairs to where you usually sit.

No one went up there since it was closed off and a little dusty.

You didn’t mind it though, you enjoyed the smell of the old books invading your nose.

It gave your nerdy, book loving heart comfort and a sense of home.

Setting down your bag and sack lunch, you take a seat at a table close to the window.

Your thoughts started to fill with wonder and concern as you feel a serious chill erupt your body.

I don’t feel sick?

What the hell is going on?

I just want to have something normal about me…

Is that too much to ask?!

You were interrupted as you see someone walk up the steps.

No one comes up here…

Why today?!

God, this is the worst day of my life.

You take in their features without thinking, chestnut curls, lanky form, cheesy math shir-

Well, shit.

Hiding your face behind a book, you see him slowly appear closer and closer as if he was looking for a specific book in your section.

His gaze meets your eyes as that’s all he can see from the book covering your face.

Peter takes a double take as your face is now covered by the book once again.

You see him smile softly and make his way towards you, causing internal panic to rise inside of you.

Fuck.

Fuck, don’t come over her-

“H-Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry about this morning. I never found out if you w-were okay?”

Pushing the book down, you avoid his gaze as you nod a yes, indicating that you were in fact okay.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, which you found adorable for some reason.

“Do you mind if I-uh, sit with you? Uh, I don’t have to, though. I can go somewhere else if you want. I mean, you’re sitting alone so you probably want to be alone, but I just wanted to see if yo-”

“S-sure,” you whispered, probably barely audible, but Peter heard it with his enhanced abilities and immediately stopped talking.

That was the first time he’s ever really heard your voice.

Well, he did have classes with you, but whenever you were called on, there was never an answer and after a while, the teachers just stopped asking.

“O-okay, great! T-Thanks, Y/N,” Peter stutters as he pushes the chair back from the table.

This too was Peter’s lunch hour, but of course, he forgot his lunch and was trying so damn hard to control his grumbling stomach.

Your lunch was opened and you were quietly taking nibbles out of your red apple as you heard  grumbling from across the table.

Looking up towards Peter, you see his face flushed in embarrassment.

Chuckling, you dig through your lunch sack and toss him your meat sandwich that you knew you probably wouldn’t be eating.

“W-What about you? I don’t need this, seriously I’m-”

His excuses were cut off by another gurgle of his stomach, causing the both of you to laugh a little louder than expected.

The librarian shushed you both from below and you quickly went back to reading your book from before.

Heading home from your last period of school, dark clouds filled the sky signalling a storm approaching.

You were only a few minutes from home, so you weren’t too worried about getting soaked.

However, after a few minutes of walking, you saw little flakes of white fall past your face.

Is it really snowing?

Now?

What the hell?

It’s almost summer for crying out loud!

Turning the corner, a shooting pain shot through both of your hands causing you to clutch them and let out a string of curse words.

“What the fuck was that..?”

As the pain subsided, your hands started to shake uncontrollably, the tips turning a dark navy purple color.

Frostbite…?

This makes no sense!

Heading into an alleyway that was hidden from the commotion of the city, you stared at your hands for a few seconds.

You were interrupted by the vibrate of your phone, causing you to jump in fright.

Pulling it from your coat pocket, you see a text from your Mom, letting you know she’ll be late for dinner.

As you were about to send her a message back, your hands were hit with another shot of pain, however, this time it was more intense than the first.

The pain caused you to drop your phone on the hard, gravely alley ground as a shot of pain went through, yet again.

Fuck!

Aiming your hands towards the ground, you feel your hands turn into an intolerable freezing temperature and see some form of ice expel from the palm of your hands.

Panic sets in as you glance towards your hand, which are now a white blue color.

Shoving your hands into your pocket, you sprint home and get out of the public eye.

You needed to know what was happening to you.

Now.

Shoving your backpack down as you entered your apartment, you race towards your room, finding your laptop sitting on the top of your bed.

Opening the internet browser, you search anything and everything you can think of.

Freezing hands?

Ice shooting out of hands?

Ice powers?

Elsa from Frozen powers?

Loudly sighing, you rack your hands through your hair nervously, hoping to calm any sense of anxiety, but it did nothing.

Plus, your hands were still freezing!

After looking through hours and hours of research, you land on something that seems to be close to what you’re experiencing.

Cyrokinesis: The ability to manipulate or control movement of molecules of matter and create an ice.

Putting your back to the headboard of your bed, you pause and think.

Cyrokinesis?

What?

I guess it makes… sense?

I thought this stuff wasn’t even real.

Oh my god, now I’m even more of a freak.

Rubbing your hands over your eyes, you feel the coldness assist the sting that started to surround your eyes, tears slowly escaping.

“Why the fuck can I not be normal?”

Deciding to channel Elsa from Frozen, you found a pair of simple black gloves to cover your hands in case of any incident that would occur.

You didn’t know what else to do, honesty.

Your parents would think something is wrong with you.

The hospital would probably think you have some sort of mental problem.

And you couldn’t tell Peter.

You didn’t want that beginning of a friendship to end over your weird, cold hands that could shoot ice.

This all doesn’t seem real.

Your parents came home later that night, but instead of spending time with them, you ate early in order to avoid their glances and questions about wearing gloves inside.

With the heater on.

Once you actually had the time to focus and complete a few assignments due tomorrow, you crashed early, wanting nothing more than sweet dreams to distort the nightmare you were currently living.

Your dreams were nothing of your reality now, but that happiness was interrupted by the harsh ringing of your alarm, reminding you to get up for hell, oops school.

Tossing on some leggings and a sweatshirt, since it was actually cold today from the snowstorm yesterday, you make sure to grab the black gloves and head towards the kitchen to leave for school.

“Hi, sweetie. We missed you last night at dinner. We’ll make sure to do something this weekend, okay?” Your Mom questioned, feeling bad about your Father’s work schedule as well as her own.

With a smile you reply, “sure, Mom. That sounds great. I-I’ve gotta get to school. See you later.”

Slipping on your gloves as you shut the front door behind you, you headed towards Midtown High, praying nothing will happen.

So far, your day hasn’t been too bad.

You did get a few weird glances from people since you were still wearing your gloves throughout your classes, but you didn’t really have a choice, right?

Unless they wanted to be frozen into a block, you were going to keep them on no matter what.

You haven’t seen Peter all day, but heading towards your usual spot in the library, you see him already sitting there, his hair sticking up in several directions and eyes baggy as if he hasn’t slept in years.

“H-Hey, Peter,” you said, barely above a whisper.

His eyes shoot up in your direction, filling with excitement and comfort.

“Heey, Y/N. How’s it hang- are you wearing gloves… inside?” Peter tiredly replies, a smug look plastered on his features.

Hiding your hands behind your back, you sheepishly dart your direction away from his, nervously chuckling.

“O-Oh, uh- my h-hands are just cold.”

“Do they need warming up?”

Blushing furiously, you tuck your hair behind your ear, as your voice gets caught in your throat once again.

Hearing him chuckle, Peter is quick to joke.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N. Well, only if you want me to be,” wiggling his eyebrows he adds, “so, what you got for lunch today?”  

Taking a seat next to him, you both continue this session of lunch as you did yesterday.

You shared most of the contents with him as he finished his homework that wasn’t due for another two days.

After having lunch with him, the rest of your day went by smoothly as well as did the next few weeks.

You’ve slowly gained knowledge of your powers and grasped the true beauty of it, even though you would still consider yourself a freak.

And on one particular day, you decided to put your powers to the test and see what you were capable of, especially since you’ve been practicing as much as possible with being in school and hanging out with Peter whenever you could.

Finishing this week of school, you were heading home to work on some left over homework that wouldn’t be due until next week.

God, I’m turning into Peter…

You think, while chuckling to yourself.

After turning on the secluded corner to get to your apartment, you pass by an alleyway and hear muffled screams, one accidentally slipping out and echoing throughout the alley.

You turn your direction towards the scream and think.

Well, I guess it’s my time to shine.

You can do this, Y/N.

Stepping cautiously towards the alleyway, you see a man pressing his hand against a poor lady’s face as she is pushed against the wall.

You grab the mask you made a few nights ago and slipped it on. It covered most of your face, except for your mouth so you had the chance to get some words out before kicking ass.

“H-Hey! Get off of her!” you exclaim, slipping the gloves off of your icy hands.

Turning his attention towards you, the man laughs.

“And what do you think you’re going to do, little girl? Look at you. So puny.”

Lifting your hands towards his direction, you reply, “this, you dick.”

Except before you had the chance to freeze him, the man let go of the lady and decided to grab you instead.

The lady ran off as the guy came close to you ear.

“Oh, I’m going to have some fun with you, my dear,” he laughed maniacally.

“Is that really a way to treat a lady, dude?”

You and the man’s attention were brought to the teenage sounding voice from above.

“And who the fuck are you?!” the man exclaimed, his grip increasing on your waist.

Flipping down in front of you both, you recognize him immediately.

‘I’m Spiderman.”

“Alright, kid. Sure. How about you leave me and her alone and we’ll all be good? Hm?”

“Hmm, let me think about tha- yeah, no. How about you let her go and I won’t hurt you,” the webbed hero inquired, his voice calm, yet serious.

“You asked for it, kid!”

The man dropped you to the floor, deciding to take a blow at Spiderman, but of course, he was too slow and was quickly webbed to the wall by the spider with a few cuts and scrapes.

“Told ya you shouldn’t of messed with me, man. And stop messing with the ladies. You won’t get anywhere with what you just did to her.”

Before the man could reply, Spiderman shut his mouth with some webbing.

‘Alright, enough from him. H-Hey, are you okay…?” The masked hero questioned, making his way towards you on the ground.

For some reason, that phrase.

That voice.

It sounded so… familiar.

Like you knew the masked spider.

Confusion edged your face underneath your mask as you hoped your voice was decent for talking.

“I-I’m, I- okay. I-I mean I’m okay,” you embarrassingly stuttered, putting your gloves back on.

You saw the hero glance towards your gloves, but he didn’t press any questions, which you were thankful for.

“Here, grab on to me. Let’s get you home.”

As you make your way into Spiderman’s arms, he quickly pulls you in and before you know it, you both are swinging around the city, a few blocks away from your apartment, which you had mentioned before he decided to swing.

Snuggling further into his hold, you engulf his scent.

Cinnamon…

Slight cookie smell…

Musty…

Who did he smel-

Oh my god.

Oh. My. God.

Peter fucking Parker.

Trying to calm your thoughts and breathing, you cannot believe what you’ve just figured out…

How could he be Spiderman?

Nerdy Parker?

The one who gets homework done a week before it’s due?

The one with the vast array of sweaters?

Oh my god.

Your thoughts are put to a halt when you feel him land at the fire escape by your window, somehow knowing where to land, which furthered your suspicion and theory.

Taking a step back, your gaze intense on his masks features, you see him wave a hand in front of your face.

“Y-You good? Got me worried there for a second,” he nervously chuckled, adding, “so, uh- what’s with the mask? Trying to save th-”

“Peter.”

His words were caught in his throat as he comprehended what you had just said.

Nervously playing with his gloved hands and squirming in his stance, he stutters, “w-w-what? I-I-I have no idea w-who you’re t-talking about…”

Walking towards him, you lift your mask, and put your gloved hand against his masked face saying once again, “Peter.”

His face presses into your touch, shakily sighing.

Lifting up his face, he slowly takes off his mask, revealing the cute, adorable, nerdy boy underneath.

Embarrassment traced every one of his features.

‘I-I’m sorry I n-never told you, I-I just, I-I didn’t know how, I guess? I just wanted to protect you an-”

Taking a bold move, you pressed your ice cold lips to his warm, soft, plump ones, silencing him in every way possible.

Letting his lips go to take a breather, you hear him whisper a ‘wow’ and touch the swollen lips on his face, a smile appearing on his features.

Turning his direction towards you, he asks, “so… what’s your deal?”

Chuckling, you duck your head, answering, “I’m afraid that’s a story for another time, Spiderboy.”

Hearing him sputter out incoherent words, you decide to bid your goodbyes.

“Goodnight, Peter.”

Knowing he’ll get nothing from you now, he says his farewells.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

A/N: Well, SHIT, guys. I honestly did not expect it to go like this?? I hope it’s okay? Plus I feel like this is really long, like that never happens with me, so I’m a little proud. Anyways, please let me know what you think!

[saturdaysolaces]

Not feeling too good, but that’s ok

These past few days have been so rough on my mental health and i can’t explain why i feel so down. Yesterday was okay in school but at home things went south. Dad was a bit angry, not to me and nothing serious, but it really got me into a bad mood and i basically cried for the rest of the evening.

This day started out fine, like really fine, i had almost too much fun in physics class bc we had a conversation with our teacher (whi is btw amazing) and it escalated a bit c: and we all got a good laugh. Then i had philosophy, just the usual, we didn’t really do too much and i couldn’t be active and take part in the conversations bc i hadn’t done my hw oopsss. But everything went down in math class. We had a small exam and already i wasn’t feeling it, but in the actual exam i managed to totally screw up my calculations real bad... and i feel so disappointed. Tbh, the exam only takes up i think 6 points of the full 48 which is the maximum grade for the course, and i know i’m going to miss at least 2 but i did ask my teacher and he was pretty positive that you could lose about 9 points to still get the ful 10 from the course, which i’m aiming for. Now i need to focus... i’m one course ahead everyone else but it doesn’t mean i’m goot at anything :D i got a small lift from chem bc after class my teacher praised me and i was rly happy :) not that it was a big one, but enough to get my mood up. Now i’m feeling ok, but i’m trying not to lie to myself. Feeling unwell is the scariest thing in the world, but we need to remember that it’s normal to have a bad day sometimes. I just haven’t had one in a long time so i’m overreacting.

Hope you’re feeling ok! 💕