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Magic.
It's something they can't describe, yet somehow innately understand. There's not quite a word for it when it's simply... everything, to them. It's the wind-chimes that ring when they speak without thought, the sprouting leaves inside their chest where a heart should be. Whispers of soul song and the urge of instinct that they them to take, hoard, and collect.
How does one explain what makes you tick? Can they unravel themselves, pulling leaves and fur apart to pull out the energy within?
It comes as easily as they breathe, perhaps easier so. Breathing requires a chest, lungs and a million other parts of flesh prone to mistakes and malfunctions.
They're just them.
Soul song and wind-chimes and a root system and a million different sparks under not-quite-skin.
Magic allows them to know what they are without having to explain. They can tell which plants are theirs-them and world-them and not-them or almost-them. They'd known a scientist, once. He was... passionate. Humans weren't known for soul-songs. At least not audible ones, in any form. But he was a crescendo anyway, in the way he spoke and moved despite the disbelieving stares of those around him.
Magic is just unexplained science! He'd declare, and he'd been mocked for it. Many a season had gone by with them watching him as he worked, calculations spreading from his papers to his notebooks, from his notebooks to his walls.
Mad, the humans had declared him as he scratched mathematical equations into his walls. A lunatic! Utterly deranged!
Entertaining, their kin had noted. Although you really need to pick better pets- why, this one looks like it won't last another season!
He'd lasted another. And another. And another.
It was then they'd realised that there was something in his chest, and it was singing back.
It was chiptune before chiptune was even invented, the scratch of a violin untuned. It dripped from his words as he rambled on, body held together by magic theirs-them and also his. It was a crescendo, just as they expected- the steady beat of drums hammering away to an increasingly frenzied beat.
The rhythm stuttered, the staccatos breaking into thirds and ninths and sixths. Good things come in threes, but this wasn't good at all.
The decay was terrifying, in the way his mind faded as his body trudged on, equations turning into runes for the arcane. Writings that squirmed across the floor, tainting and twisting in ways not even they could see.
Magic was never meant to be defined like this.
He'd finally understood the fundamentals of magic- but at what cost?
They'd never been more relieved to see a body crumble.
"I- I suppose it depends on the individual- I...don't normally keep people around long enough to test the effects! It's better to be safe than sorry, really. I... like to compare it to- ah, what is it called...? The machine that enables you to look inside yourself- the x-ray!"
They don't want to see it again. They can. They could. Handling it- they're sure they could. This doesn't mean they want to. " When humanity first discovered it, they used it so much only to realise they were slowly killing themselves- yet it's a useful thing in small doses, isn't it? Magic's...highly unpredictable, anyway...haha..."
Their laughter trails off at the end, small and strained. Their form trembles for a moment, paws into hooves into claws, fur into scales into bark.
As Vice offers- promises to never tell a soul, their gaze snaps to him, even if it isn't visible.
"...no, no, it's-it's alright. If people need aid- you can contact me! You- you can get people, you can send them here. ...just...don't go shouting it around to the city. I... don't... think I wish to deal with the chaos of too many knowing."
But there's someone you don't trust.
But there's someone you can't trust.
It's a clawing thing on their back, and they who is known as Hibiscus refuses to take that risk, even if this is, in itself, a risk.
"...but." They begin, and the air chimes with it. Windchimes. ...there's none around.
"...there are two people I cannot...let you inform of this place at all. No mentions- if they truly need help, you must ask before even- even daring to imply the existence of any of this to them. ...please."
They feel larger, somehow. Smaller, yet larger at the same time. Body shaking, they stand from their seat, claws digging into the wooden floors as they rise. Hooves paw at the ground, and the air is very, very, still.
The fire's gone silent.
This doesn't feel like a request at all.
( Yet somehow, it's still so pleading. )
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Prompt 295
So, maybe Danny should have been more specific when he said he wanted to get reincarnated, because this? Is not an ideal situation.Â
See heâs fine with being a clone, really, but uh, apparently the scientists want to terminate him- which, like dude, heâs not even melting or actively dying! So what if he failed at their tests, his body is three, give him a break!Â
Well, at least itâs given him certainty in getting out, because these are Not good people. He wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt and- hold up, another clone? Brother? Two brothers? One aged up, one in the middle of it- since his own aging-up failed past three?Â
Oh hell no, they canât experiment on his brothers, those are his brothers and living people just as much as he is! Time to break out- and heâs taking those papers thank you- and gonnaâ grab his⊠heâs gonnaâ call them his triplets because theyâre the same age, just aged differently.Â
Now hold his hand, theyâre runninâ to the mountai- oh thank fuck, the physically-oldest of them can fly. To the mountains while they have the cover of night and they can figure things out. At least his life isnât boring yetâŠ
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Danny is Matchâs & Konâs brother au#Match is a superman/wonder woman clone- hence why his power is too much for him to control at first#Kon is his canon luthor-clark test tube baby#Danny is a superbat clone#Heâs also physically the youngest at 3 while Connor is 10 & Match is 16#The Heroes *BARELY* miss the trioâs escape#The three of them looking at the science papers:#Kon: I canât read yet :(#Danny with lisp from baby kryptonian fangs: I can read the files for us :D#Match is huddled in the cave they found because he canât deal with sunlight yet#Heâs also the most traumatized thanks to being the first clone & used for testing#& will shove the smaller behind him when they finally get found while silently snarling#He is Not letting them Terminate his Tiny Brothers#Meanwhile the heroes who were Not expecting the clones to be so Baby are trying not to externally freak out#clone danny
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maybe i should have gone into practical effects instead of computer science...
#when i was in middle school i used to use red and black pens + spit for blending to make it look like the backs of my hands were torn open#i can't believe it's almost 4am. i just spent 5 hours typing up an essay about MM's erik that i just fuckin privated bc i was embarrassed#AND I STILL NEVER SPELL HIS NAME RIGHT THE FIRST TIME AAAAAAAA#i was right but im going to save all my points for the fanfic im currently planning out and promptly NEVER GOING TO ACTUALLY WRITE#I say shoving my plans for my h2o s3 rewrite off the table#yes i skipped from s2 to s3 i had a BRILLIANT idea [season 3 h2o spoilers ahead be wary my mutuals who are still watching]#okay so you know how lewis goes to the american institute of marine bio in the middle of 3? since this is tied to my s2 rewrite fic i wante#to actually finally reasonably re-introduced dr denman to the story because i never liked that she just fucked off at the end of s1#despite WITNESSING the moon pool magic. so i made it so she runs into lewis while doing a presentation for the college and they have a chat#(because her JAW paper plays an important part in my s2 rewrite bc i imagine lewis is the kind of guy who SAYS he deleted every copy of#it... but ACTUALLY he secretly printed himself out a copy to study in private to compare to his own notes bc#[lewis voice] come *on* guys just THINK of the progress that he could make with this! [grabby hands in front of chest])#so yeah they have a chat and Linda kind of gives Lewis the opposite dilemma in s3 that Louise gives him in s1 about science and magic#since SHE knows about the moon pool and has been biding her time and she knows Lewis knows and Lewis is like ah... uh oh.#it will eventually tie into the idea it's not about forcing science and magic together or separating them#its abt respectfully and responsibly utilizing both to see their fullest potential. which lewis learned in s2 and Linda has... not.#BUT#later on she gets a call from 1 (one) ryan who is like 'hey so i heard u did environmental studies on mako for dr bennett a couple years ag#and i was wondering if you've seen anything weird there as im currently doing a-' and she's immediately like 'YOU SON OF A BITCH IM IN'#and he's like 'wha-' and she's like 'i have already booked my plane tickets we're going to have a great time we have lots to talk about :)'#and wheeee now they have someone who knows about mermaids on their team and it's the perfect way to bring lewis back to relevancy in s3 :D#it also gives me reason to have two bad bitches (linda and sophie) meet and get to know each other which is not a dynamic ive seen in#any of the H2O fics i've ever read so im very hyped to delve into how they'll play off each other#also charlotte is there so technically three bad bitches (only in my au Charlotte never lost her tail and is part of the gang she just move#because she felt like she needed to leave to really be able to find herself without being in her grandmother's shadow but she comes back bc#well... it's season 3 mako is sounding the fucking emergency alarms everyone is showing up sdkghkfjhg)#im also so so so hyped to show u guys who's coming back in the s2 rewrite because it ISNT denman and i think everyone thinks it will be :3c#(i said she when telling ppl to look forward to a familiar face... but can u blame me for getting hype she's one of my favorite characters!#i love u H2O#cruddy rambles
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Scientists are very serious.
This is a post about science. And soup.
Dr. Elinne Becket, a microbiologist from Cal State University, is in the middle of one of those Fridge Experiments that happens to us all - except in this case, she is uniquely placed to unravel the science down to the microbial level.
While cleaning out her fridge, Dr. Becket found that a tub of family-recipe beef vegetable soup had turned bright blue. âOk I'm outing myself here,â she tweeted, âbut there was forgotten beef soup in our fridge we just cleaned it out and it was BLUE?!?!? Wtf contam would make it blue??? Like BRIGHT blue!! Â Even w/ all my years in micro I'm not handling this well.â
Read on for a breathless and ongoing saga of Soup and Science, and the wonderful international community that is Academic Twitter.
Academic Twitter quickly reminded her of her Responsibilities to Scientific Inquiry. (Cue the chanting from around the world of âCLONE THE SOUP! CLONE THE SOUP!â)
âI canât believe yâall talked me into going back into the trash.â she tweeted in response, over a photo of a puddle of beautiful Mediterranean-sea blue soup in the trash bin, with bits of veg and noodles arising from the depths.
Scientists being scientists, Dr. Becket agreed to take a sample and send it to colleagues for cloning and microbial analysis.This involved getting arms-deep into the trash bin of Old Soup. âIâm never forviging @ATinyGreenCell (genomic biologist Sebastian Cocioba) for this.â Dr. Becket tweeted, with a photo of a properly dipped and snipped and VERY blue q-tip in a small clear plastic tub.
Diving into decomposing soup was not the only hazard. She writes: âMy mom (who made the soup for my birthday) came across this thread and now 1) I have to answer for letting her soup spoil and 2) she's worried @ATinyGreenCell will figure out her secret recipe.â
Dr. Becket and Sebastian were able to culture the Blue Goo!
Becket posted a photo of three petri plates of streaked beef bouillon agar at 72 hours incubation, at 37C, room temp and 4C. She writes: âLeft the plates where they were for another 2 days, except the 37°C one was brought to RT, which then grew white stuff over the yellow stuff and stinks to high heaven. RT looked the same. 4°C had impressive growth. Restreaked them all onto TECH agar, awaiting results!â
Sebastian, from his lab, tweeted a photo of three more covered petri dishes, with early results: âGreat progress on isolating the glowy microbe from our #BlueSoup! It's so fluorescent the streak is GREEN. Still needs another restreak as it seems there is a straggler but should clear up in the next plate. Exciting!â
Then yesterday, Sebastian tweeted out an updated photo of his plates under daylight and blacklight. âWhatever grew on the #BlueSoup colony plates overnight glows under UV, but only on King's Agar B! That particular media is used to tease out fluorescein expression in pseudomonads. What are the chances that the same cell line expresses fluorescent AND blue pigments?â
âLooking closer, there definitely is a handful of different microbes showing distinct phenotypes. Could be that the blue producer and the fluorescent microbes are totally different microbes!â
At which point, Professor Cynthia Whitchurch of Norwich, England, responded: âConsistent with P. fluorescens being at least part of the #BlueSoup community. The fluorescence is due to production of the siderophore pyoverdine which is up-regulated when iron availability is limited. P. aeruginosa produced this too but my guess is you have blue Pf.â
And Australian agricultural researcher @WAJWebster helpfully tweeted a petri dish of ALL KINDS of colourful bacterial colonies from white to yellow to orange to stark black, with a cheerful: âYou need bact-o--colours? I got you, fam.â
The best part is that as of today, March 9, 2023, THE BLUE SOUP MYSTERY CONTINUES. WE ARE WATCHING SCIENCE HAPPENING!
A paper is being written. And Dr. Becketâs mum is getting an author credit as the proprietary owner of the #BlueSoup recipe.
Dr. Becketâs Twitter is here: https://twitter.com/bielleogy
Sebastian Cociobaâs Twitter is here: https://twitter.com/ATinyGreenCell
Fun IFLS story is here: https://www.iflscience.com/microbiologist-investigates-after-her-beef-soup-turned-blue-in-the-freezer-67894?fbclid=IwAR0H27KqVZhzzrosnjzzKkxuKASZ-0L0Lt6hGwCRDJK8xvFbbSlyS4JvwlM
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It was never a common species, the blue-grey warbler that locals called the jack pine bird. A belated discovery among American birds, it was undescribed by science until the mid 19th centuryâand then, known only on the basis of a single specimen. The bird's wintering grounds in the Caribbean would eventually fulfill the demands of collectors and museums, but the intricacies of its lifecycle remained a mystery for decades, the first nest only found in 1903. As the already-rare bird became rarer, people could only guess at why. There were just so few birds to look for, their breeding habitat inscrutable amidst the dense, impassable woodland of their Midwestern home. The one clue was the most apparent thing about the bird: its affinity with the jack pine (Pinus banksiana).
Over time, more nests were foundânot in the eponymous trees, as might be expected for a songbird, but on the ground at their feet. Data points converged, leading to the realization that not only did the bird nest almost exclusively in proximity to the scrubby pines, but only utilized trees that fell within a specific range: new growth, between five and fifteen feet tall, with branches that swept shelteringly close to the ground. Subsequently, it would be noticed that the greatest volume of specimen collection for the bird had corresponded with years in which historically significant wildfires had impacted the Midwestâfires that, for decades afterwards, had been staunchly suppressed. The pieces fell into place, like jack pine seeds, whose cones open only under the heat of a blaze.
With the bird's total population having dwindled to the low hundreds, a program of prescribed burns, clearcutting, and replanting was instituted, with many acres of land purchased and devoted to the preservation and maintenance of suitable breeding habitat. Concurrently, efforts were made to protect the vulnerable bird against brood parasitism by the brown-headed cowbird.
When the first federal list of protected species was put forward in 1966, the name of the small grey warbler was inscribed beside birds such as the Kauai Ê»ĆÊ»Ć and the Dusky Seaside Sparrow.
The Ê»ĆÊ»Ć, last of the genus Moho, would be removed from the list in 2023 due to extinction, after thirty-six years without a sighting.
The endling Dusky Seaside Sparrow, a male named Orange Band, would die of old age in captivity in 1987, with his species being delisted three years later.
in 2019, fifty-two years after the creation of the Endangered Species Protection Act, the name of Kirtland's warbler, too, was removed from the list: it had been determined that, with a population now numbering nearly 5000, the jack pine bird could be considered safely stable.
Conservationists continue to work to preserve the breeding habitat of Kirtland's Warbler in the midwestern US, as well as its winter roosts in the Bahamas and neighboring islands (though selective logging has replaced actual burning in recent years, due to the dangers posed by unpredictable fires). It's the kind of effort that it takes to undo the damage we've caused to the planet and its creaturesâthe kind of hope that we need, to not give up on them, or on ourselves.
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The title of this piece is Prescribed Burn (Kirtland's Warbler). It is traditional gouache on 18x24" watercolor paper, and is part of my series Conservation Pieces, which focuses on efforts made to save critically endangered birds from extinction.
#kirtland's warbler#conservation#bird art#extinction stories#bird extinction#endangered species#series: conservation pieces
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Meet Me Behind The Mall
Pairing: shy!Peter Parker x popular!Reader
Synopsis: after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, whoâs secret you recently figured out
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In his peripheral vision, Peter could see a tiny piece of paper being pushed onto his side of the lab table. He curiously looked at it, then up at you. You nodded your head towards the note so Peter unfolded it.
âWhatâs the answer to number 7?â The note read. Peter glanced up at the professor before scribbling down the answer and passing the note back to you. You read his response and circled the correct answer. A few seconds passed when another note was passed across the table. Peter picked it up and opened it to reveal three hearts drawn around the words âthank u!â. Peter felt his face flush and looked over at you again. You gave him a thumbs up before going up to hand in your test.
After class, you caught up with Peter in the hallway and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.
âThank you so much for helping me in there. I counted up all the answers I was confident I got right and it wasnât enough to get a pass. I just donât get this unit.â
âYouâre welcome.â Was all Peter could say. He thought about offering to tutor you or telling you he also struggled with the topic, but he felt too shy to get anything more out than a cordial response.
âI bet you did really well. You always do. God, I wish I was as good at science as you are. Itâs just never come naturally to me. How do you always know the answer?â You asked him as you continued to walk together.
âOh, I donât know.â He shrugged and immediately scrunched his face in embarrassment. He wished he could be better at conversing with you, especially since you were always so nice to him. He saw a pack of your friends coming down the hallway and they waved you over, putting your conversation out of itâs misery.
âBye, Peter. Iâll see you next class. Have a good weekend.â You waved to him as you ran to catch up with your large group of friends. He knew he should return the sentiment but instead stayed silent and gave you a pathetic wave back.
That night, the cheap alcohol of the frat party didnât sit well with you so you headed home early. You were a pretty far walk from your dorm but felt too nauseas to get into a car. Instead, you started walking home and let the cold New York air calm you down.
âWhere are you going, gorgeous?â
You felt panic drop in your stomach at the sound of a manâs voice somewhere in the darkness but kept walking to your dorm. The sound of footsteps behind you picked up behind you so you quickened your pace. You could still hear music coming from the party you had left so you knew people were nearby if worst came to worst.
âHey. Iâm talking to you. Where are you going?âThe man asked as he caught up to you and walked beside you. You ignored him and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. He suddenly took you by the elbow and you froze in fear.
âCome on. Donât be rude. Just give me a smile and Iâll leave you alone.â The man said with a sickening smile as he tried to get you to look at him.
âPlease. Iâll give you whatever you want from my bag. Just leave me alone.â You pleaded and moved away from him. He snatched your purse from your hands and started to rummage through it.
âWhat the hell is this? This is just full of receipts.â He grimaced in disgust and pulled out a handful of crumbled receipts.
âI donât want to throw them out in case I need to return something one day.â You said meekly.
âDo you even have a wallet? All Iâm finding is lip gloss.â The man said as he picked up five different lip products from the bottom of your bag.
âOh, Iâm sorry you didnât find a better person to rob.â You scoffed sarcastically. The man looked up at you with a primal look in his eyes.
âOh, you think youâre funny? I donât like girls who think theyâre funny.â He said and gripped your elbow again. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. Before you could tell him to let to, Spiderman dropped down next to you. You cracked a smile at the sight of him and let out a sigh of relief.
âSir, I hate to be the one to tell you this but that purse does not to with that outfit.â Peter sassed and moved his hands in dramatic exasperation.
âHuh?â The guy said and let go of you.
âNow, you better not have left a bruise on this lovely ladyâs elbows or you and I are gonna have a serious problem.â Peter warned as he shot a web at the guys pants. He yanked them down and the manâs jeans fell to his ankles.
âHm. I did not peg you for a boxers guy. Your whole vibe screams âFruit of the Loomâ tighty whities. Yet now I stand corrected.â Peter said as he tilted his head to the side. You covered your mouth and let out a laugh, making the man grow angry. He went to lunge at Peter but tripped over his dropped pants.
âUh oh. Someoneâs angry. Maybe your whities are a little too tighty.â Peter commented as he pinched his fingers together. You laughed again as Peter shot a web at your purse.
âIâll take that.â He quipped and yanked the purse out of the manâs hands.
âThank you!â Peter said politely as he caught your purse.
âHey!â The man shouted.
âHey?â Peter laughed. âYouâre yelling at me like itâs yours.â
The man tried to lunge at Peter again and ended up falling flat on his face. Peter took that as his cue to wrap an arm around you and pick you up to swing you to safety. He landed a few blocks away and carefully put you down. You stared at him through the mask as he put you down, your faces just inches apart. Peter gulped and felt his entire face go red beneath the mask.
âThank you, Spiderman.â You smiled softly at him as you slowly withdrew your arm from around his neck.
âYouâre very welcome, miss. I believe this belongs to you.â He said as he put your purse back into your hands. Your eyebrows knit together suddenly in confusion and you let out a short laugh.
âWait, Peter?â You asked, making Peterâs heart drop.
âUh, what?â He gulped. âWhoâs that? Iâm your friendly neighbor Spiderman.â
âRight. Sorry. You sound just like this guy in my chemistry class.â You laughed and shook your head. Peter felt his blush spread all the way to his ears over you recognizing the sound of his voice. You ran in different circles at school, you being apart of the popular group of girls and him belonging to a small group of local nerds. That being said, your ever present kindness towards him left him to develop a small crush on you.
âOh. Well, thatâs not me. But he sounds really handsome.â Peter replied, making you laugh again.
âHe is.â You nodded without an ounce of sarcasm in your voice. This piked his curiosity and he leaned in a little.
âHe is?â He asked.
âOh, yeah. Absolutely.â You nodded. âIn a hot nerd kind of way. Like Spencer Reid. But kinda short. Which Iâm not sure why Iâm telling you now that I hear myself.â
âItâs okay. I like that show too.â He chuckled shyly. âHe sounds really cool.â
âHe is really cool. At least, I think he is. But Iâm not really sure. Everytime I try to talk to him, he looks away.â You sighed like you were disappointed. Peter realized you were a little drunk and probably didnât know what you were saying. Even if that was the case, it was still nice to hear.
âMaybe heâs just shy. And doesnât know how to look pretty girls in the eye.â Peter said as he kicked a rock around with his foot.
âThatâs a shame.â You smiled sadly. âBecause I think he and I could be friends if he ever learned to look at me.â
Peter stopped messing with the rock and looked up at you. There was a smallness to you tonight that shone through your party dress and heavy makeup. Your typically bright hand bubbly demeanor was cloudy by something you werenât telling him.
âMaybe heâll start.â He told you.
âI hope so.â You answered honestly. âHe seems nice. I could use a friend like him.â
Standing under that streetlight, Peter noticed a sadness to you for the first time. You were usually in a circle of friends all wearing smiles but right now, you seemed completely alone down to your bones.
âSo how was your night?â He asked in a quiet voice. You stared off into the distance as your eyes brimmed with tears suddenly.
âDo you ever feel completely alone despite being in a room full of people you know?â You asked him.
âI do, actually. All the time.â He answered. You looked at him and smiled sadly.
âDo really, Spiderman?â You asked with hope in your voice. It wasnât that you wanted him to feel alone. You just wanted to know you werenât the only one who felt that way.
âI do. Is that how you felt tonight?â
âI donât know. I guess. Sometimes I make jokes and my friends all look at each other. And they all make this face as if theyâre thinking the same thing. And what theyâre thinking is that Iâm a freakish alien who theyâre embarrassed to know. Thatâs how I felt tonight.â
âWell thatâs no fun. And youâre not a freakish alien. Youâre very funny.â
âAnd you know that because youâre the cute guy in my chemistry class?â You asked with a hopeful smile.
âIâm not him. Iâm just guessing that youâre funny. So maybe you are an alien. I donât know. This is our first time meeting.â
âRight.â You rolled your eyes. âSo how do you think you did on the last test? I actually feel pretty confident.â
âI donât know because I didnât take any test because Iâm not the guy in your chemistry class. Now can I walk you home? Itâs freezing out here and I have no jacket to offer you.â
âSure, thanks. Iâm this way.â You said and pointed in the direction of your dorm. Peter placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you towards your dorm.
âYou should get a friend to walk with you next time you leave a party. Itâs not safe to be out here by yourself. Especially with guys like that going around snatching purses.â
âI know. I asked my friends but they werenât ready to leave yet.â You shrugged.
âAnd they let you walk home alone? Drunk? Sounds like you need some new friends.â Peter joked but you nodded in agreement.
âI know. But you know how friends can be. They still wanted to party. Why should I be their problem?â You shrugged again, making Peter frown.
âItâs not a problem to look out for you.â He said simply.
âThatâs easy for you to say. You look out for everyone. Itâs your job.â You reminded him.
âIâm not just saying that because of my job. It wouldnât be a burden to take care of you no matter who I was.â Peter replied, making you stop walking. He looked at you and you looked that you had been waiting your whole life to hear what he had just said.
âThank you.â You said with a fond smile.
âYouâre very welcome.â Peter replied in an equally soft voice. You kept walking in comfortable silence until you reached the girls dorm.
âThis is my dorm.â You told him. Thanks again for walking me home. And getting my purse back for me.â
âAnytime.âHe nodded. âI just hope it doesnât happen again. But if it did, you know.â
âYouâd be here.â You finished his sentence.
âExactly.â He smiled. âYou can count on it.â
You couldnât see the smile under his mask but you knew it was there. You held up your purse to show him that you had it before walking up a few of your dorm steps.
âSee you at school?â You asked him.
âDonât think so.â Peter chuckled. You squinted your eyes as if you didnât believe him but eventually shrugged.
âThatâs too bad. Good night.â You waved to him and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.
âGood night.â He called after you.
Once Monday came, you were determined to talk to Peter. You didnât have chemistry that day so youâd have to find him elsewhere on campus. You knew he usually hung out in the library so you went there to check. Sure enough, he was at a table with his friends Ned and Miles.
âHey, Peter.â You greeted as you walked up to him.
âH-hi.â He stammered. âWhat are you? I mean, how are you up? I mean, how are you? Whatâs up?â
âThere we go.â Ned nodded. âI knew heâd get there eventually.â
âIâm good.â You replied. âHow are you doing?â
âOoo. Is this your girlfriend from chemistry class?â Miles asked as his raised his eyebrows suggestively.
âIs that what you told them?â You smiled in surprise as you looked at Peter.
âNo. I didnât. I swear.â He assured you as his entire face went red.
âHe did show us the note you gave him.â Ned told you.
âOh yeah. Three hearts. I didnât realize you guys were so serious.â Miles teased Peter as he gave his friends a look that begged them to stop.
âI never said she was my girlfriend.â Peter whispered harshly to them. You could tell he was getting embarrassed so you played along to save him. You frowned and ran your fingers through his hair before letting your hand rest on his cheek.
âWhat? You didnât tell them about us, baby?â You asked and titled your head to the side. Miles and Nedâs made surprised faces as Peters entire face went red.
âW-what?â Peter sputtered out.
âIâm messing with you.â You smiled. âBut I do need to talk to you.â
âOh, uh, okay. Sure.â Peter said and moved his bag so you could sit down. You looked at Miles and Ned and smiled timidly.
âPrivately.â You clarified. Miles and Ned âooooâed as you walked away from their table and went into the hall.
âDude, follow her.â Ned told him and pushed Peter up from the table. Peter nervously fixed his hair and got up to follow you.
âWhatâs up?â He asked once you were alone. You looked around to see who was watching before stepping closer to him.
âI just wanted to thank for getting my purse back for me. Itâs my favorite bag. And my favorite lip combo was in there. You really saved me.â You said and squeezed his arm in appreciation.
âOh, youâre welcome. Anytime.â Peter said waved his hand like it was no big deal. Your lips curved into a wicked smile and Peter realized his mistake.
âShit.â He whispered as you jumped up and down and clapped your hands.
âI knew it!â You whispered. âI knew that was your voice!â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He said quickly.
âYes you do.â You grinned and poked him in the chest.
âI really donât.â He shrugged but he knew he was caught.
âThen why are you so flustered right now?â You folded your arms to ask him. Peter touched his burning cheek and debated telling you his face always did that around you.
âIâm not.â He lied.
âYour face is hot.â You pointed out as you touched a cold hand to his cheek.
âPsht. Your face is hot.â He scoffed and pushed your hand away.
âThank you.â You said pointedly. âBut you and I both know that I figured out your little secret. Thereâs no point in denying it now.â
âI donât have any secrets. So you donât know anything.â
âCome on, Peter.â You whined. âIâve been waiting all weekend to tell you that I know. I wanted to text you but I donât have your number and I couldnât find you on Instagram. You have one, donât you?â
âIâm not on social media.â He told you.
âOkay. Thatâs serial killer behavior but Iâm willing to look past it if you confirm my suspicions.â You said and excitedly drummed your fingers on your chin.
âIâm not Spiderman. So I cannot confirm your suspicions.â He whispered for only you to hear. You smirked a little before shrugging.
âI guess you canât.â You sighed. âItâs weird though, right?â
âWhatâs weird?â He wondered.
âThat I never said you were Spiderman. I just thanked you for getting my purse.â You said with a coy smile. Peter hung his head in shame as he confirmed to you for the second time that he was in fact Spiderman.
âI knew it! I knew it was you. I even recognized the way you walk.â You said proudly.
âWhat do you know about the way I walk?â He asked with a shy smile.
âYou walk really stiff like youâre holding two invisible briefcases.â You explained and demonstrated for him with a near perfect imitation of how he walked.
âWhat? No I donât. Oh wait. Yeah, I kinda do.â He realized as he watched you.
âYou definitely do. Now can you please just tell me Iâm right? Iâve been thinking about it all weekend. I need to hear you tell me I was right.â You begged him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Peter playfully rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed.
âYou right.â He mumbled.
âYes! I knew I was right!â You cheered. âEverything makes sense now. Thatâs why youâre always disappearing or yawning or bruised. Youâre probably up every night getting girls purses, arenât you?â
âNot always purses.â He instead. âSometimes itâs bikes. And one time, a mean chihuahua.â
âWow.â You said with genuine amazement. âSo how long have you been doing this?â
âSince I was 15.â
â15? Damn. I was exhausted from working 4 hours a week at Kohlâs at 15. How do you do it? You must be so tired.â You frowned and rubbed his arm kindly.
âItâs tiring but someone has to do it.â He shrugged. âJust like someone has to hand out Kohlâs cash.â
âThats true.â You chuckled. âAnd thatâs a very selfless way to look at it.â
âOh. Thank you.â He smiled shyly. âBut please, you canât tell anyone about this. Nobody else knows.â
âDuh.â You replied. âThis is our secret.â
âYeah. Ours.â He smiled and felt his face heat up at the mention of something belonging to only the two of you. Your moment was cut short by one of your friends coming up to you and completely disregarding Peter.
âHey, girl. I need your notes from class today.â She said to you.
âOh, sure. How come you werenât there?â You asked her.
âLiz and I went got coffee instead.â She replied. Peter could tell you were hurt they didnât ask you to come get coffee but you just smiled and nodded.
âIâll text them to you.â You told her.
âThanks. Letâs go to the library. I need you to look at my English paper and tell me if itâs good.â She said and nodded towards the library. You looked at Peter and gave him an apologetic smile.
âBye, Peter. Iâll talk to you later, okay?â You told him before leaving with your friend.
âWhy were you talking to that lesbian?â Your friend asked you as you walked away.
âThat wasnât a lesbian. That was my friend Peter.â He heard you tell her before going into the library. He watched you disappear and let out a little sigh. He knew he was going to over analyze that entire conversation for probably the rest of his life, or at least until the next time you spoke.
That weekend, Peter headed to the mall a few blocks from campus to do some wandering by himself since Ned was busying. He did a little shopping before taking a seat on the mall fountain to check his texts. He was so engrossed in his phone that he didnât notice you walk up to him.
âWell, well, well.â You chuckled, making him look up at you and blush.
âItâs a fountain, actually.â Peter deadpanned, making you crack a smile.
âYouâre stupid. Move over.â You laughed and sat beside him. Your knees were touching which made Peters face warm up the way it always seemed to around you.
âShould I be worried? Iâm starting to think you might be stalking me.â He teased you.
âExcuse me? I was just walking around and saw you. Youâre the one who keeps ending up placed Iâm already in.â
âSounds like something a stalker would say.â He said out of the corner of his mouth.
âYou wish I was your stalker. Now come on, give me the haul. What did you buy?â You asked him and nodded towards his bag.
âSocks and boxers.â He smiled proudly and held up his items.
âOh shit. You did not come to play.â
âI really didnât.â He played along, making you laugh again. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile and he stared back with a matching one.
âWhat?â He wondered.
âYouâre talking to me.â
âSo?â He laughed shyly. âYouâre talking to me.â
âNo, I mean, like. Full eye contact. And full sentences. Who is this man? Iâve been waiting to meet him forever.â You teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes.
âI guess itâs easier to talk to you now that you know my secret. Youâre not as scary anymore.â
âI was scary before?â You gasped and pretended to be offended.
âYes. Girls like you are very terrifying to me.â
âGirls like me?â You smiled coyly.
âPretty girls who are nice to me. I really wish you were a giant snake or the multi-bear from Gravity Falls or something. Thatâs way less scary.â He insisted.
âYouâd rather talk to the multi-bear than me?âYou scoffed. âI have half a mind to forget about you and go stalk some other guy.â
âNo, please. Stay. I forgot how awkward it is to shop alone and I still need to get a belt.â He pretended to beg and put a hand on your leg to get you to stay. You looked at the hand on your leg and cracked a smile at the unexpected contact from him.
âWell I would never abandon a man on a belt quest.â You replied, making him laugh.
âThank you. What about you? What are you looking for?â
He could have said âshopping forâ but thatâs not what he meant. He wanted to know what you were looking for. You cracked a smile as if you understood what he was asking.
âBetter friends, actually. Have you seen any?â You asked with a playful but sad smile.
âI just saw your friends in H&M.â He told you and pointed to the store. You shrugged a little and shook your head.
âYeah. I saw them too. After they all told me they were busy today and couldnât hang out.â You admitted without looking at him. Peter frowned and moved closer to you.
âThey came here without you?â
âI asked them to hang out. They all said they couldnât. But now Iâm getting a sneaking suspicion thereâs a second group chat that Iâm not in.â You laughed but he knew it was fake.
âIâm sorry.â He said quietly.
âI came here to cheer myself up and ended up feeling 200 times worse when I saw them all hanging out without me. I didnât even say anything to them because I didnât want them to feel bad for not inviting me. Not that they ever care when they make me feel bad.â You laughed again but it ended up in a sigh. You stared at your shoes for a second and Peter stayed silent.
âGirls suck.â You said after a beat. âNot always, of course, but when they suck, they really suck. They know how painful it can be to be the only one left out. But they still did it to me. I donât understand why.â
âNeither do I. I thought those girls were your friends?â
âI donât know. I kinda saw this coming.â You admitted. âI started to notice that I was always the one texting first. And always the one trying to make plans. And when they did text me, they were asking me for something. It was never just to check in on me.â
âThatâs really hurtful. Iâm sorry. Iâve been there too. It sucks when you realize that if you stopped reaching out to someone, youâd probably never speak again.â Peter replied, making you smile sadly at him.
âExactly. Or when you wonder how long it would take them to notice if you stopped reaching out. And worse, wonder if theyâd notice at all.â
âNo one deserves to feel that way. Especially not someone as kind and considerate as you. You really do need new friends.â He nodded in agreement, making you genuinely laugh this time.
âWeâre friends, right? Because I know your secret.â
âWe can be friends.â Peter nodded, bringing a smile out of you.
âThanks.â You told him and gave his shoulder a rub. Peter felt a sudden burst of confidence and decided to keep the momentum he had built.
âYouâre probably gonna say no to this, but Ned and I were gonna get sandwiches and then build legos together tomorrow. You can come, if youâd like.â
âThatâs okay. You donât have to give me a pity invite to your sandwich and Lego party.â You told him.
âItâs not a pity invite. I want you to be there. It would make me happy to have you around.â Peter answered, making you smile once again. It was the simple change from âyou can comeâ to âI wanted you to be thereâ that made all the difference.
âDo you want to hang out with me today?â You asked him.
âYeah. I do.â He said immediately. You stood up and held out your hand for him to take.
âCome on. Letâs go look at the home decor.â
Peter took your hand and let you pull him towards the home decor store in the mall. He awkwardly ran ahead of you so that he could open the door for you but it was worth it when he saw you smiling.
âThank you.â You said curtly and walked inside. He followed you around the store like a puppy dog and listened to your commentary on the various throw pillows and wall art as if it was words from a prophet.
âThis would be perfect for you.â You gasped and held up an old Halloween pillow that had a sequenced spiderweb on it along with a spider made up of mostly fallen off beads.
âIs my job a joke to you?â He laughed and flicked the pillow.
âI mean, I did see some funny videos of you online. How often do you miss your webs and fall into bushes?â
âBushes are rare, actually. Itâs usually car hoods and hot dog stands.â He admitted.
âOuch.â You grimaced. âDoesnât that hurt?â
âNo. Hot dog stands are really soft.â He said seriously. You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store.
âI love that Iâm the only one that knows this about you.â You told him.
âYou really do, donât you?â He realized with an amused smile.
âWell, yeah. I always knew there was something about you and learning this vindicated me so hard.â
âSomething about me? What do you mean?â
âI donât know. Youâre so allusive.â You shrugged. âAlways disappearing and reappearing from places. Not on any sports teams but will never miss when throwing something into the trash from across the room. Knows all the answers in chemistry but never raises his hand. Ripped but hides it under Catholic school boy sweaters. I always wondered about you. Now I know.â
âWow. You pick up on a lot of details. Nobodyâs ever really noticed me like that.â Peter said as he looked at the ground so you wouldnât see how flustered that made him.
âThat you know of.â You corrected. âBecause I noticed you a long time ago and you had no idea until now.â
âI notice you too.â He said as he looked into your eyes. You smiled at the eye contact and stayed looking at him.
âSo, uh, were you just messing with me when you told Spiderman that you thought I was, you know.â
âA hot nerd?â
âYeah. That.â He laughed shyly.
âI wasnât messing with you.â You shrugged. âOr him. Either of you. I meant what I said.â
âSo did I. I really donât know how to talk to pretty girls.â
âWeâre just regular people. Aside from our razor sharp teeth and detachable feet.â
âWhy would you need to detach your feet?â He laughed.
âI donât know but I used to have these dolls when I was younger where youâd yank their whole foot off to change their shoes. And theyâd just have a little nub until you put new feet on them. God forbid you lose one of their shoes. Then they have no feet and had to walk around my dollhouse with nubsâ.
âTo be a woman is to perform.â He nodded along.
âShut up.â You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store. You ended up buy some statue of an animal that you mentioned your mom liked to collect and Peter carried your bag for you into the next store.
âSo who else knows about this secret? Besides us two.â You asked as you flipped through a clothing rack.
âMy best friend. But thatâs because he accidentally walked in on me in my suit. And my aunt. Who found out in the exact same way.â
âSounds like you need to invest in a giant trench coat to cover yourself with when entering and exiting your room.â You told him.
âThatâs a really good idea, actually. Do you think they sell those here?â He asked, making you laugh.
âSo I was the first to figure it out?â
âYou were. And now Iâm really hoping itâs not obvious.â
âI wouldnât say itâs obvious. Iâm just very observant.â
âOf everything or just me?â He asked you.
âJust you.â You teased, making him blush again.
âWhat else have you observed about me?â He wondered.
âA few things, actually. You keep flexing your hand and Iâm starting to think youâre working up the nerve to hold mine. That or youâre fighting the urge to punch me so Iâm hoping itâs the former. I also observed that you havenât checked your phone once since I found you and youâre letting me pick all the stores we go into.â
âWow. And what do your observations tell you?â
âThat you like me.â You said simply and continued looking at the clothes.
âWhat?â Peter sputtered. âNo I donât.â
âSays the boy who got my purse back from a burglar. Classic crush culture right there.â You clicked your tongue and shook your head.
âWhat?â He laughed. âThat is not what I do when I have a crush on a girl. Thatâs just my job.â
âAll right then. So what do you do when you have a crush?â
âAvoid eye contact and hope she likes shy tendencies. And open doors for her, obviously.â Peter said as he opened the door for you into the next store.
âGood to know.â You said and gave him a pleased smile as you passed him. He continued to follow you down the aisles of the store while holding your collection of clothes you wanted to try on.
âSo why spiders? Iâve always wondered why you named yourself after arguably the worst bug of all time. Why not something more palatable like Lady Bug Man? Or Moth Man and then you could live under a bridge and spook people?â You asked as you handed him another dress for you to try on.
âIt was a spider bite that gave me the abilities, actually. Thatâs where I got the name.â He explained as you disappeared behind a changing room curtain. You opened it up after a few seconds in one of the dresses you had taken off the rack.
âReally? I never wouldâve guessed that. Iâm learning so much right now.â You said as you turned around and moved your hair away from your neck. Peter blushed and picked up what you were implying and zipped the dress for you. You turned back around and gave him a grateful smile.
âWhat else do you want to know?â He asked with a shy smile. He usually categorized himself as shy and never wanting to be the center of attention, but right now he was hoping you had more questions to ask him. He liked being the center of attention when it was your attention he was getting.
âWhy red and blue?â You wondered.
âRed for my momâs red hair and blue for the car my dad drove.â Peter said out loud for the first time.
âAw, Peter.â You pouted. âThatâs really beautiful. I love that.â
âThank you. I never told anybody that before.â He admitted.
âHm. Something else just between us, then.â You winked at him before shutting the dressing room curtain again.
When you left that store, Peter opened the door for you on the way out with his free hand and held your bags with his other hand. As you walked through the mall, yours hands kept bumping against each others. It happened so many times in a row that Peter was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.
âYou can, you know. If you want to.â You said without looking at him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Peter lied as your hands bumped once again.
âOkay. Never mind, then.â You replied and kept walking. Peter decided to do something for once and took your hand. You didnât say anything but smirked and gave his hand a squeeze. You stayed holding hands as you went to a few more stores and ended up back by the fountain. Through the streams of water, you suddenly spotted the very group of friends that had left you out.
âOh God. Itâs them.â You gasped and stopped short. Peter thought you were going to drop his hand but you didnât.
âWhat are you gonna do?â He asked. âI can stick to the wall if that at all helps.â
âWell Iâm definitely gonna need to see that at some point but not right now. I need to hide.â You decided and looked around for the nearest exit. During your search, you heard the sound of your friends laughing and it made your stomach drop. You didnât want to run away anymore and pretend that the things they did didnât hurt you. They did. And it was time they knew that.
âActually, no.â You decided. âWhy should I hide to make them more comfortable? They did something mean to me. I shouldnât run away just so they donât have to face what they did. I should go talk to them.â
âLetâs do it.â Peter agreed and you smiled. You blew out a nervous breath before walking up to the group of girls.
âHey guys! So glad your schedules freed up.â You greeted them with a friendly smile. They all froze and either looked down at the ground or at you with stunned expressions. You took your time looking at every one of their guilty faces with an unamused expression.
âWe were gonna text you.â Liz said quickly.
âDonât even worry about it.â You told her. âIn fact, donât text me ever again. I deserve friends who include me. Not people who keep me around just in case they need something from me.â
âSo what? Youâre gonna ditch us to hang out with losers?â Liz scoffed and looked at Peter. You felt bad that Peter had caught a stray but he wasnât phased.
âYouâre the ones who just lost a good friend. And missed out on a fun day at the mall with the coolest girl in New York. So Iâm pretty sure that makes you guys the losers.â Peter stated. Everyone, including you, was shocked to hear those words out of the notoriously shy Peterâs mouth. You looked at him and gave him a grateful smile.
âYeah.â You agreed. âYou guys are losers. You all say bad things about each other behind each otherâs back and Iâm sure you did the same to me so I canât say Iâm gonna miss this friend group. But I do have to thank you for ditching me or else I wouldnât have found a real friend.â
âWho? This lesbian?â One of the other girls scoffed and gestured to Peter.
âYeah.â Peter snapped. âThis lesbian.â
âNow if youâll excuse us, Peter needs to find a belt.â You said and walked away with Peter following right behind you. You didnât drop his hand as you did a half walk half run through the mall as adrenaline rushed through you. Once you were far enough away from them, you stopped running.
âThat felt good.â You said through an out of breath laugh.
âFor me too.â Peter agreed. âAnd I was almost entirely uninvolved in that situation.â
âCome on. I wanna do the Photo Booth and immortalize this day.â You said and excitedly pulled him into the Photo Booth. Peter shut the curtain while you picked the boarder for the pictures, purposefully choosing one that had red hearts all over it.
âOkay. We only have five seconds between pictures so you have to pick your poses quickly.â You told him as the countdown began.
âBut Iâm so awkward. I donât know how to pose.â Peter said as the countdown dwindled down.
âJust smile and look like you like me.â You said and pressed your cheek against his to smile for the camera. The camera flashed and you slung your arm around him for the next photo. The camera flashed again and Peter gulped.
âI do like you.â He said in a soft voice as he turned to look at you.
You looked at him and leaned in just as the camera flashed. You were still kissing when the fourth and final flash went off but you didnât care. You pulled Peter closer by his shirt while his hands snaked around your waist. You pushed him away suddenly with a suspicious look on your face.
âWait, do the webs, like, come out of your butt ever?â
âWhat? No.â He laughed. âThey donât come out of me at all. I built devices and developed a web fluid to shoot out of them. I donât actually produce webs.â
âOh. Okay.â You nodded and pulled him back into a kiss. He kissed you back for a moment before pulling away.
âWait, would that have been a deal breaker if I did? Produce webs, I mean.â He asked you.
âI mean, Iâd still like you but I donât know if I could date a guy who could physically produce webs in his body. I just think that would really gross me out. Producing webs is I think where Iâd have to draw the line.â
âSo does that mean youâd date a guy who doesnât produce webs?â He asked with a hopeful smile.
âIsnât that every guy?â You pointed out.
âOh. Yeah. I guess it kinda is.â He realized. âWell, would you date a guy who is far more likely to shoot webs from his butt than the average man? Given his spider themed career path?â
âWell, I donât know. I never thought about that before.â You pursed your lips and pretended to give it genuine though. Peter playfully rolled his eyes at you and cupped your face to kiss you again.
âWhat do you think now?â He asked with your face still in his hands.
âI think I would.â You smiled and tugged his shirt to bring him back into a kiss.
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[a/n: please take this for now bc im too lazy to write]
đ„ž ellieâs bedroom smells like pine, her cologne, cotton, and a little bit of weed
đ„ž her room is a little messy but not in a âclothes on the floor, open food, or trash all over the floorâ type of way but itâs just cluttered, thereâs balled up notebook paper littered around her trashcan, a undumped ash tray by her window, clothes strewn all over her bed, and stacks of paper of various origins, her bed is rarely ever made (she only makes it when she knows youâre coming over)
đ„ž her walls are covered with posters of bands, astronauts, planets, and superheroes, next to the posters are pictures of you, jesse, dina, and joel
đ„ž ellie is a nerd, thereâs no denying it, so she has multiple figurines of her favourite superheroes, anime characters, and video game characters
đ„ž she also has models of various spaceships, figurines that she and joel had spent hours on
đ„ž she gets a little embarrassed about her figurines when you come over, trying to divert your attention but once she realizes you donât care if sheâs a nerd, sheâll tell you the story of each character and tell you about how her and joel had stayed up one night to finish a model of a spaceship and when they were so close to finishing, they realized they had no glue and left to the nearest gas station at 3 in the morning to find a tube of krazy glue
đ„ž her guitar rests in a corner of her room next to her music collection, she has vinyl, cassette, and cds (she sometimes buy an album in all three because she likes to compare the listening experience)
đ„ž she is very proud of her collection, showing it off to you as much as possible and MAYBE even letting you borrow some (she thoroughly inspects them every time you bring them back)
đ„ž shes even made you cds but sheâs too shy to give them to you so for now, they sit in a pile behind her display until sheâll eventually work up the nerve to give them to you
đ„ž her closet is completely packed with flannels, band tees, and her never ending collection of converse
đ„ž a lot of her clothes were actually hand me downs from when joel was a teenager
đ„ž her clothes smell like her, cologne, weed, ink, and smoke, itâs a soothing scent
đ„ž whenever she knows youâre coming over, she grabs all the clothes on her bed and shoves them into her closet, praying you wonât look in there
đ„ž her desk is littered with more crumpled up pieces of paper, little dinosaur figurines from the time she and joel went to a museum, doodles, and notebooks full of notes about space, science, and you
đ„ž her desk is almost like a visual representation of her mind, messy, cluttered, artistic, and nerdy
đ„ž sheâs a collector! we all know this, under her bed she has countless boxes of âstuffâ
đ„ž she has a box full of comic books and trading cards
đ„ž a box full of pins of space things, superheroâs, video games, etc etc (she changes the pins on her backpack every week, she is ESTATIC when you notice)
đ„ž she also has a box of stuff you gave her (notes, doodles, pics, bracelets, etc) sheâd never admit this to anyone because sheâs scared theyâll think of it as âcreepyâ
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When I Kissed the Teacher
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, humor
Summary: Mr. Kim has a crush, to his students that much is clear. It's also clear that you like him too. What happens when a group of meddlesome ten year olds decide to play cupid for their two favorite teachers?
Warnings: science teacher mingyu, grammar teacher reader, meddling students, crushes, flirting, lots of candy and coffee
Length: ~5.2k
Note: it's here! thank you to @gyuwoncheol and @gyuswhore for beta reading and to my lovely @tomodachiii for fact checking my knowledge of primary school lol
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Turning from the white board, Mingyu faces the room full of weary children. Mondays are hard. Early mornings are hard. Learning the difference between reptiles and mammals first thing on Monday morning is downright torture. But itâs nothing a little bribery (read: candy) can't fix.
"Alright class, today we're learning about animals! Who remembers what a mammal is?"
Mingyu barely finishes his sentence before a sharp knock interrupts.
âMr. Kim,â you seethe from the doorway.
Mingyu turns around immediately, eyes wide in fear at your tone. âYes?â
âCan I speak with you? In the hallway?â
The class of ten year olds âoooohâ as their teacher trails after you like a kicked puppy. If they weren't awake before they sure are now. He shoots a silencing look back before dipping out the door where you wait, foot tapping impatiently.
âWould you like to explain where all my printer paper went?â
Mingyu tries to play dumb. âI donât know?â
âOh really?" You blink. "Because I found the box in the workroom and guess what was on the printer? More of your worksheets for your class!â
âHow do you know they were for my class?â
You donât answer, in favor of shoving the animal themed coloring sheets into his chest harshly.
âListen, anyone could haveâŠâ He trails off under your withering glare.
âIf you need paper, ask!â
Mingyu burns under the reprimand. âOh, like you asked to use my paints last month?âÂ
âThat was an accident!" you argue, eyes wide. "And I replaced them.â
âAlright, then Iâll replace the paper I took.â
âFine.â
âFine.â
With a curt nod, you turn to leave; unaware of the blushing cheeks and heart eyes following your retreating form. But the gaggle of elementary students waiting for Mingyu's return see them clear as day; their fits of shrill giggles and whispers falling on deaf ears as he shakes off the stars clouding his mind.
Mr. Kim, their goofy science teacher, has a crush. And like children are wont to do, they hatch a scheme to help him out.
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âAlright. Do we remember the difference between fragments and sentences?â
The classroom ripples with tiny voices shouting âyesâ with varying degrees of confidence. Their last quiz grades are proof they havenât quite grasped the subject yet but thatâs why youâre planning for an intensive review with them today.
âAwesome! So our warm up today should be a piece of cake. Iâll help with the first one so let's all look at the boaââ
A knock at the door cuts you off. Mingyu stands in the threshold, looking positively mischievous.Â
âSorry to interrupt, Ms. y/l/n. But can I speak with you in the hall?â
Forcing a smile, you respond. âCertainly. Class, why donât you all work with your desk partner on the worksheet and when I come back weâll go over the answers?â
They break into groups, chattering about everything but the work youâve assigned; most notably the way Mr. Kim beams as you follow him outside. However, once youâve crossed beyond the border of the brightly decorated room, twenty pairs of ears strain to hear why Mr. Kim interrupted their morning lesson.
âWhat's this about?â you ask.
Mingyu smiles, eyes shifting to the floor. âHere's the paper I owed you.âÂ
âYouâre kidding.â
Three hefty boxes are stacked next to your door. Itâs far more paper than Mingyu used for his color sheets, and more than youâd probably need for the rest of the semester.
âI thought you could use extra since youâre too stingy to share.â
âIâm not stingy!â You scoff.
Mingyu simply flashes another self-satisfied smile before heaving a box into his arms and carrying it into your classroom. He could certainly carry all three boxes at once; anytime there were desks or anything else remotely heavy to be moved, Mingyu did so with ease. But the kids donât think anything of the way he so obviously drags out the torture.
The kids watch Mr. Kim weave through the maze of tables towards the back of the room.
âLia, can you open the door for me please?â
The little girl jumps from her desk and bolts for the supply closet, braids bouncy with each step.
âIn here okay?â Mingyu asks.
Blinking from your stupor, you turn back to your desk as you answer. âYeah, itâsâŠwhatever.âÂ
Your class stopped their work to focus on the unfolding drama between their two favorite teachers. They donât know why you canât seem to stand their science teacher, and itâs anyoneâs guess why Mr. Kim has decided to interrupt their grammar lesson for something so silly. But itâs clear that whenever you two meet an argument is clear to follow. And in the guidebook of elementary school, if you like a girl, you always argue with them.
So enthralled in your silent battle of wits with the peppy man, you miss the two girls plotting in the corner.
Hana turns to her friends with breakneck speed. âDid you see the way Mr. Kim smiled at her?â
âHeâs so in love,â Arin sighs dreamily.
âAnd Miss y/l/n is blushing! We should help them.â
Their whispers are cut off when you clap. âAlright! Back to work!â
Mingyu lingers by the front until you forcibly shoo him away, huffing at the permanent smile stretched across his lips even when the door slams in his face.
âMeet at the tree during recess.âÂ
The two girls nod and return to their worksheets.
A new week comes with new challenges. Todayâs is the universeâs determination to make your life as difficult as possible.
Your alarm didnât go off, your shoddy dryer left you with damp clothes, and your car battery decided a short strike would be a great way to start the freezing morning. There was barely time to wash your face with cold tap water let alone put on makeup or style your hair. To top it all off, the green lunchbox with leftovers from your favorite restaurant sits on the shelf of your fridge which means the crumbled granola bar at the bottom of your purse will finally see the light of day.
Flicking on the lights, you rush to prepare for the day. By the grace of god your first period is planning time so no students witness your near breakdown from the absolute shit storm of the morning. Not much is to be done since you already organized everything you needed Friday afternoon but the tense events of the day leave you feeling off. Not even a cup of coffee with the creamer you reserve for days like these helps the overwhelming unease rippling in the back of your throat.
Your allotted private time washes by and before you know it, a gaggle of students filters into your room, giddy on holiday spirit and sugar. The first five minutes of class are spent reminding them their butts belong in chairs at their own stations, that the warmup is for them to complete on their own, and if they arenât feeling well enough to do classwork they need to go to the nurse.
Twenty minutes into the lesson and the worksheet for their quiz on Friday finally manages to capture their attention. A few students struggle but most are sailing through. Its the same material as last week just with a new puzzle for them to complete once they have all the correct answers.
âAlright, who can tell me what word fits for number six?â you ask.
The attentiveness youâve sweated to cultivate all morning dissolves when a volunteer knocks to distribute candy-grams.
âDelivery!â a young woman sings as she enters, dressed in red from head to toe with heart shaped sunglasses and a sparkly headband. Her wicker basket flows with candy bars wrapped with shiny ribbon and cardstock penned with confessions.
The shrill symphony of oohs and ahhs as the kids receive pieces of candy raises the vein on your temple.Â
âAnd for Ms. y/l/n!â the young woman sing-songs, heart headband bouncing as she approaches your desk.
The cardstock reads one of the cheesy messages the school provides for the Valentine cards they sell as a yearly fundraiser.
âI like you a choco-lot! - your secret admirerâÂ
You throw it into a drawer in your desk, oblivious to the crestfallen faces of two little girls watching with rapt attention.Â
âI donât think she likes chocolate,â Arin whispers.
âNo. Remember during Halloween? She said her favorite candy is Twix. She gave Gabi an extra point on the spelling test when she brought in her halloween candy and gave them to her.âÂ
âWell maybe sheâs mad because it wasnât a Twix!â
âMaybe. But Mr. Kim didnât react to the note on his desk this morning either,â Hana huffs. âBut he was late so maybe he didnât see it.â
Your second attempt to put class back on track falls flat. Instead of group review, kids come up to your desk one by one to check their answers while you nurse your headache until the bell dismisses everyone to their next destination. Another crop of students flood the seats, emotions running high from who did and didnât receive candy in their last class. Two students end up arguing about who knows what and then proceed to break into frustrated tears.
You bite your tongue to stop from doing the same and put on one of the movies you reserve for days like these.
When Mingyu walks into your room after school ends and all the kids are dismissed for pick up, you give him a look that sends him turning around and exiting the way he came without a word.
Tuesday brings a better attitude. Mostly because you get to take all of your class to the library for silent reading. But the homemade stirfry sitting in your lunch box in the teacherâs lounge helps too.
Your second period kids spread out through the room, some sprawled across the worn rugs on their bellies while others curl up in the much coveted bean bags; a few choose to hide between the imposing bookshelves, crowded on all sides by the smell of old paper.Â
With an overly sweetened latte sitting in one hand, and a new novel in the other, you perch at the long table near the librarian's desk to âsupervise.â
âHow did you manage to get a copy of The Gate? I couldnât even get the pre-order before it sold out.â Elise, the librarian, asks.Â
You smile into your coffee cup before responding. âEh, I know a guy.â
âYou do? I thought you didnât date?â
âI donât.â You nod. âBut it doesnât mean I donât have connections.â
âWell whoever your âconnectionâ is, send them my way when you're done with him.â
You pretend to ponder before answering, âIâll think about it.â
Snapping your book shut, you rise to gather the kids to return back to class. It takes several minutes as a few refuse to join the line until their current chapter is finished and Kai pulls out the puppy dog eyes, begging to stay all day to finish his book.Â
You corral them out the door with promises of more reading time on Friday if they behave well the rest of the week. Some roll their eyes but most nod enthusiastically at the opportunity to skip on their weekly quiz.
Unlocking the door, you unpack your things and find a basket of Valentineâs on your desk to be passed out. Almost all the kids receive at least one, some find two or even three heart shaped sugar cookies on their desk. Your heart squeezes when some of the students decide to divy up their cookies and gift them to the students who didnât receive a note.Â
The last cookie at the bottom of the basket has a note with your name on it and a message in the same swirly script as yesterdayâs.
We go together like milk and cookies. - your secret admirer
As far as cheesy Valentineâs go, youâve seen worse. But free snacks are free snacks and the confection tastes great dipped in your coffee.
Your fourth period class focuses on their worksheets, silently deciphering the reading and ticking of questions. You promised whatever group finished first with the most right answers gets a special Valentine treat; full sized candies and extra credit on Friday.Â
Whatever it takes to keep them focused while you work through grading everything for your other classes.
You donât notice the man waiting at the door until one of your kids greet their science teacher; a ripple of tiny âHi, Mr. Kim!âs following.Â
âSorry to interrupt,â Mingyu announces from the door. âBut, ugh, the volunteer accidentally gave me this.â
âOh! Thanks MinâMr. Kim.âÂ
You take the can of orange soda from his hand and skim the note.
I have a âcrushâ on you. - your secret admirer
None of the students can read the note from their seats but you and Mr. Kim look equally bashful.Â
âWhat are you guys working on? Mingyu asks, hoping to diffuse the tension.
A cacophony of voice race to explain their assignment. Mingyu pretends to understand, smiling at their enthusiasm and grabbing a worksheet for himself.Â
He plants himself in one of the tiny plastic chairs next to your desk meant for ten year olds rather than a grown man of his size. Itâs comical the way his knees brush his chest and any small move across the slippery seat threatens to land him on the floor.
Reviewing the sheet, Mingyu announces, âAlright, how about if you guys finish your work before me, we can have a pizza party in my class on Friday?â
More screams bounce off the walls.
âYou guys canât finish if youâre talking to Mr. Kim,â you remind them.
The room descends into a cozy calm; the sound of pencils on paper, your keyboard clicks, and the soft jazz from the computer speakers blending together.
You donât look up to grab the answer key from the corner of the desk, Mingyu huffing from his seat at being caught.
âNo cheating,â you smirk under your breath.
âCreative strategy,â he argues.
Instead of answering you shake your head and continue to focus on your own tasks.Â
Ten minutes and twenty emails later, two groups of students rise and approach your desk at the same time.Â
âWe finished first!â
âNo, we did!â
âGuys,â you interrupt them. âIâll grade them both and whoever has more right wins. Besides, Mr. Kim owes you a pizza party anyway.â
The entire class cheers at the news while Mingyu playfully pouts. Maybe if he hadnât given up on his worksheet to snoop through the basket full of snacks on your bookshelf, he wouldnât be eating his own words.
The second group of students to approach your desk ends up victorious. You mark down their candy orders to pick up on your weekly grocery shopping trip on Thursday night before sending them to back up their belongings so you can all head to the cafeteria.
âWhatâd you bring for lunch?â Mingyu asks as he walks with you to the teachers lounge to retrieve your lunch boxes.
âPasta salad.â
âWanna trade?âÂ
âWhatâd you bring?â you ask, handing him the black grocery bag you know carries his lunch.
âPasta salad.â
You roll your eyes and kick the fridge shut.
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After lunch you have another free period. The printing room is empty so you take advantage and make enough copies for the rest of the week. Perhaps Mingyu wasnât wrong to bring you three boxes of paper.
Lugging the stack in hand, you turn down that hall only to find a familiar face standing guard outside your classroom.
âArin? Why are you in the hallway? You should be in class.â
âI was justâŠgoing to the bathroom!â
âReally? Because there's a bathroom right outside Mrs. Leeâs classroom if I remember correctly.â
âIt was gross!â
Considering Mrs. Leeâs classroom sits on the main hallway and intersects with two other grades, it probably looked more akin to a battlefield than a restroom at this time of day.
âOkayâŠbut hurry back. And Iâm gonna let Mrs. Lee know what took you so long so she isnât worried.âÂ
You side step around her but she moves right into your path. And then again. And again.
âArin, what are you doing?âÂ
âSorry, Ms. y/l/n. I donât feel good. Can you walk me to the nurse?â
Crouching to her height, you rest the back of your hand against her forehead. Arin never admits she doesnât feel well even when sheâs tinged green and hacking up a lung. Itâs the perfect admission to keep you from peering past the threshold of your classroom and blowing the entire operation.
Until a loud crash and high pitched scream breaks the silence of the hallway.
You jump back up.âWhat theââ
âWait!â Arin shouts, throwing her arms and legs wide to block your path like a three foot tall âXâ.
âArin, what is going on?âÂ
âMr. Kim said animals make themselves bigger to be scarier,â Arin says, tiny face scowling.
âAnd why are you trying to scare me?âÂ
Another bang echoes out the classroom forcing you to pick the little girl up by her armpits and carry her inside with you. She slips from your hold as you stare with a wide mouth at the scene. A desk is pulled up to the board allowing Hana to balance atop it as she scribbles across the chalkboard.
Wil you be my Valintin? - Mr. K
âHana! What are you doing?â
âArin!â Hana huffs indignantly.
Arin opens her mouth to respond but the look on your face silences both girls. You help Hana down from the desktop before crossing your arms in front of you and taking a deep breath.
âSit. Now.â
They trudge to the seats next to your desk; heads hung low, tears brimming in their eyes. Neither has been on the receiving end of such a reprimand before; theyâre usually your best behaved students.
You allow them to stew in silence as you right the two chairs Hana knocked over. She doesnât look injured which is a relief but your nerves are shot from the perplexing situation. Hana and Arin can be troublemakers but theyâve never done anything like this before.
Once you're certain the urge to yell at them is quelled you approach your desk and take a seat. You watch them expectantly. Arin chances a glance up and swiftly looks back to her lap while Hana focuses on the picture at the edge of your desk, blinking away tears.
âGirls,â you sigh. âWhat were you doing in here?â
âMs. y/l/n,â Arin blubbers.
Presenting the tissue box, you wait several moments while they both dab their eyes and blow their noses before speaking again.
âWe just thoughtâŠâ Hana starts, glancing at the other girl.
âThought what?â
âMr. Kimâs in love with you and we wanted to help!â
âI see.â You nod. âDid Mr. Kim tell you that?â
They look at each other before shaking their heads âno.â
Your temple throbs from the situation. A measured breath through your nose sends the girls into a frenzy.
âWe can tell!â
âYouâre perfect for eachother!â
âAnd did Mr. Kim ask you to sneak into my classroom while I wasnât here?â
âNo maâam,â they mumble in unison.
It dawns on you that the two girls have been behind all the gifts youâve received this week.âAre you two behind all the Valentineâs Iâve gotten?â
âWe were just trying to help!â cries Arin.
Moving to crouch in front of them, you wait until they both look up at you.
âItâs very sweet what you were trying to do and Iâm sorry I yelled at you. But you canât sneak out of class. What if something happened and you got hurt climbing the table?â
âIâm sorry,.â Hana says.
âMe too.âÂ
You pass them more tissues to wipe their noses.
âHow about we get you two back to class?â
âBut what about Mr. Kim?â
âYeah! He needs to know how you feel.â
âThatâs between Mr. Kim and I. Understand? Those are grown up things.â
The repulsion painting their faces forces you to bite back a snort. Instead you offer your hands, pinkies extended towards them both.
âHow âbout this? I promise to talk to Mr. Kim if you two promise no more meddling. Okay?â
All three of you share a smile as you intertwine their pinkies with your own.Â
âNow,â you say whilst jumping to your feet. âYou are supposed to be in Mrs. Leeâs class. And you are supposed to be at the library.â
Escorting them both back to where they belong, they canât help but giggle when you pass Mr. Kimâs room and he waves. The question is clear on his face but you shrug your shoulders.Â
Youâll explain everything later.
You smile knowingly at the corner of the classroom where two little cupids sit as the volunteer brings you a lollipop with a note reading âIâm a sucker for you.â
Part of you feels guilty they pooled their own money together to supply you and the teacher next door with treats all week in an effort to play matchmaker. But another part canât help but laugh. And when you get the chance to tell Mingyu what theyâve planned youâll no doubt laugh harder.
But because the universe somehow knows you lied to your students the day prior you find your reckoning in the cafeteria.
It was Mingyuâs fault. Or at least thatâs what you argue. You barely made it three steps inside the room before the large man bulldozes you; sending his lunch and your own down your fronts in a palette of greens and browns.
His eyes widen in horror as a slice of tomato peels off your shirt and flops to the floor. âI am so sorry!â
âSeriously?â you choke.
The entire school watches with baited breath. Students and teachers alike watch with abject horror as you skirt around the taller man and flee with shaking shoulders and your chin dipped into your chest. Mingyu gapes like a fish as you run by, frozen in place. As hundreds of eyes settle on him, he realizes they all saw how he drenched you in salad and coffee.Â
Mrs. Lee dismisses him with a nod, silently agreeing to watch his class so he can trapeze out to his car and find something suitable to wear.
â
Mingyu watches the game of kickball unfold across the field, keeping an eye on the rowdier students as they pick teams. But even from a distance he recognizes one face is notably absent.
He finds Kai slumped on a bench at the far corner of the playground using a stick to draw lines in the dirt at his feet.
âHey, buddy. You feeling okay?â Mingyu asks.Â
Kai never misses a game of kickball. Even when his arm was in a cast at the beginning of the year, he insisted he only needed one good arm to play defense and neither to play offense. Kaiâs mom simply laughed at Mingyuâs concerned email and said her son was exactly like his dad and there was no stopping him if he was set on something.
So to have the little curly haired boy isolated on the far edge of the field is serious cause for concern.
Kai looks up briefly at Mingyuâs approach before returning to his mud art. âMr. Kim, have you ever liked someone?â
âLiked someone?â Mingyu drops onto the bench next to him.
âLike,â the little boy inhales trying to explain himself. âLike a girl?â
Mingyu snuffs out his chuckle at Kaiâs innocent question. âYeah, why do you ask? Do you like a girl?â
âIâMy friend does!â
âOkay,â Mingyu nods.
âAnd he doesnât know how to tell her.â
âWell that's tough.âÂ
âHowâd you tell the girl you liked?â
âWell,â Mingyu drops to a whisper. âOnce upon a time, I had a crush on this girl. And she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. Smart and funny too.â
âDid she run fast?â
The question confuses Mingyu at first but then he remembers heâs talking to a ten year old and the rules of attraction hinge on who gets the swing the highest and jumps off.
âShe ran really fast,â he nods. âAnd she made me so nervous I couldnât talk to her. My palms got all sweaty and my face turned red.â
âThat happens to mâI mean my friend!â
âAnd it feels like there's a bunch of frogs jumping around your stomach?â
âYeah,â Kai nods. âSo howâd you tell her?â
âWell one day, I finally decided to introduce myself. Walked right up to her, opened my mouth andâŠpoof.â
âPoof?â
âPoof.â Mingyu hangs his head. âI forgot everything I was gonna say to her.â
âWhat happened after that?â
âShe waited a few minutes and then said âokay, Iâll meet you at 6:30 for dinner.ââ
âShe knew you liked her?â
Mingyu nods gravely before imparting his most sage wisdom. âGirls are very smart, Kai.â
âSo I should try and tell her I like her?â
âYour friend should at least try,â Mingyu shrugs.
Kai blushes, having been clearly caught. âBut what if she doesnât like him back?â
âThatâs okay. It just wasnât meant to be.â
âThanks, Mr. Kim. Youâre the best!â
âYouâre welcome, buddy.â Mingyu gives him a fist bump before shooing him back towards his friends. âNow go play kickball, the boys need your help.â
Kai runs off but a new presence fills the vacant seat on the bench.Â
âI thought we agreed to keep our romantic life a secret at work.â
Mingyu smiles sheepishly before turning to look at you. âOh, you heard that?âÂ
âYeah, I heard,â you smile. âThey already think you have a crush on me.â
âSmart kids.â He says, enjoying the way the worn sage button up swallows your figure.Â
Mingyu loves when you wear his clothes, he told you this morning when you stole his favorite jacket. Which is why you both took almost twenty minutes to gain your composure after he spilled an entire tray of food on you.Â
Mingyu swears he didnât do it on purpose. How could he have known you were coming through the door at that very moment? But heâd do it again if it meant seeing you in one of the spare shirts he keeps in the truck again. Even if it meant heâd also sustain minor coffee burns.
âThey think I have a crush on you too.â
You watch the way he traces your collar bone, catching the twinkle of the diamond pendant resting at the hollow of your throat; his birthstone. It was the first piece of jewelry he bought you when you started dating almost a decade ago.Â
You hadnât taken it off since the day he gave it to you with shaky hands and red ears.
âDo you?â He asks.
âDo I, what?â
âHave a crush on me?â
âOh Gyu,â you coo at him. âI have the fattest crush on you.â
âDamn right you do.â
Sitting outside with an entire audience of other teachers and students doesnât allow either of you to fall into the familiar comfort of adorning kisses or airtight hugs. But Mingyuâs pinky brushing yours in the ample space between your figures is enough for now.
Friday is Valentineâs day which means all the kids don red and pink outfits and prepare for a day of candy filled fun. You spent all morning helping the art teacher set up paint stations. Why she cashed in on the long owed favor with such a simple task was beyond you but the monotony is a nice change from the chaos youâve experienced all week. When second period rolls around, you shuffle back to your classroom; welcomed by the line of students waiting outside your locked door.Â
âI swear! I saw Mr. Kim and Ms. y/l/n at the grocery store last night.â
âHana, Ms. y/l/n said its grown up business. Maybe you just saw people that look like them,â Arin shrugs. âAnd I donât wanna get in trouble again.â
âIt had to be them!â
They quiet down as they walk past your figure, smiling like cherubs when you greet them.
Students file in one by one, shrill voices echoing from excitement. Most cheer about their pizza party with Mr. Kim later that afternoon, a few squeals about the set of Valentineâs their parents sent with them to handout.Â
Your ears catch a few other snippets of conversation as you wait for the stragglers to make it by.Â
âOh my gosh those are so pretty!â
âThose look like the flowers my mommy likes!â
Curiosity gets the better of you, forcing you to step into the room and see what the kids are talking about.Â
An explosion of pink camellias resting on your desk. Huge blossoms with pale pink petals spill over the sides of the vase, slips of greenery sprinkled throughout. Approaching your desk, the floral aroma fills your nose. The blooms feel like soft velvet under the pad of your finger tracing the largest one in the center of the arrangement.
Who on earth?
As if on cue a mop of black hair peaks in from the hall. Mingyu eyes the bouquet and the pleased look on your face before allowing his own to break into his infamous smile.
âJust wanted to make sure they got here safe,â he calls.
You whip your head up, eyes wide and mouth open at the can of worms he just spilled.
âWhat?â Mingyu asks innocently. âCanât a man buy his fiancee flowers?â
He disappears with a wink but his laughter at the chaos heâs stirred up can be heard miles away.
âMISS Y/L/N YOUâRE MARRIED?â Mark screams.
Another shrill voice answers, âFiancee means theyâre almost married, idiot!âÂ
âYou lied to us!â Arin and Hana chorus.
Dropping into your chair, you hide your burning face in your hands. Coincidentally it also hides your shy grin from the hoard of ten year olds jumping in their seats at the news.Mingyu is in so much trouble.
A few weeks before the new school year starts, a group of nearly eleven year olds crowd into the pews of the massive church at the center of town. Stained glass reflects patterns over the marble floors, casting them in a rainbow of colors.Â
Some sit on their hands to calm the adrenaline pumping through their tiny veins. Others rock back and forth in an effort to watch Mr. Kim strut down the aisle in a fancy looking suit.Â
But all of them gasp when you turn the corner.
You look like a real life princess in your wedding dress, floating towards their science teacher waiting at the altar with tears and a smile matching your own.
When you and Mr. Kim kiss, the girls squeal and the boys blush.
Several rows ahead sits a small group of older students, whoâve long graduated elementary school and are headed to college in a few days. They exchange satisfied smiles and pat themselves on the back for getting their favorite fourth grade teachers together all those years ago.
Maybe now your new classes wonât try playing Cupid like they do every year given Mr. Kim finally married their favorite teacher.
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in a moment you and i
kim minji x fem!reader ; angst, fluff
synopsis: minji has two side hustles, one of them is swinging around the city and saving people and the other is admiring you from afar. little does she know, youâre also admiring her -- not that you're aware of it.
warnings: minji is spiderwoman!! and really just a nerd under that suit ; a very pretty, oblivious, adorable nerd ; blood and violence ; pining, slowburn kinda ; ending is a lil rushed and pacing is wack imo (sooory) ; wtv else i didnât mention
a/n: i think its funny how she's mj (minji) but spiderwoman in this anyways I kekeke lmao lol ijbol thinking ab her in those fuckass (adorable beautiful amazing lovely cute) black frames,,,
kim minji might just be one of the smartest students in her class â sheâs also the sleepiest one these days.
she is two seconds away from falling asleep in class because some people canât seem to go a second without breaking the law, and the only web-slinging person who can stop them is her.
why would anyone break into ador labs at two in the morning on a weekday? because of this, minji had to spring out of bed in the dead of night, battling a gang of thieves for nearly two exhausting hours. by the time she had webbed them to the wall, called the police, and swung back home, she only had three hours before she had to be up again.
she even got pestered by hanni for taking so long while she waited outside the house. the younger girl had to wait a few extra minutes because minji had woken up late, itâs not like she wanted to lose a few hours of sleep. when she explained to hanni why she had applied concealer on the walk to school (hanni had been the first to know about everything going on with her and why her hands were sticking to everything the day after her little spider incident), the younger girl nodded and relented.
minjiâs eyelids grow heavier with each blink, and soon enough they donât open again as she falls asleep on her palm. minjiâs already caught up with this unit, it wonât hurt to sleep a bit anyway â just a few minutes.
a few minutes fades into twenty and her head falls to her forearm in the middle of her nap.
âright, that wraps up class for today everyone. chapter thirteen is your homework, weâll have a small quiz next class on it.â mr. lee says right as the bell rings. he looks over to minji, sighing as everyone starts to pack their bags. âand someone please wake up minji.â
no one seems to hear him, no one but you.
you catch minji near the window in the second row from the front. her hair falls over her face and only her nose pokes out, but you can see a little bit of her eye from where youâre standing. the empty seat hints that danielle isnât here today, usually sheâd be the one to wake minji up.
âhey, iâll catch up with you later, okay?â you say to jungwon, who smiles and nods before rushing out the class.Â
mr. lee doesnât seem to notice minji, too absorbed in something on his laptop and the papers scattered across his desk. you walk over and tap her onceâno response. you try again, with the same result. finally, you lightly grip her shoulder and give her a gentle shake to wake her up.
"huh, what? danielle?" minji mumbles, sitting up and blinking slowly. she turns over, eyes still closed, and fixes her hair. when she finally opens her eyes again, sheâs surprised to see you. her eyes widen slightly, and she feels a surge of nervousness. "oh, y/n."
âmorning!â you grin, then point to the papers and folder on her desk. âyou need help with those? the bell just rang.â
âdid it?â
âyeah, a minute ago.â
minji sighs, fixing the black glasses she has on her face. you look at her, still, with a smile on your face and raised brows.Â
âi donât need help, you should get to class.â
âyou sure? please, i insist.â
âiââ minji wonders if sheâs still dreaming, the l/n y/n is offering her help and smiling at her â kim minji.Â
ever since you two were first paired for a small project in eighth-grade science, sheâs always felt giddy near you. in minjiâs mind, youâre some angel from heaven. she has you on an imaginary pedestal that towers above the tallest buildings in the city. youâre on the tennis team, you volunteer, youâre smart, youâre in student government, and youâre so gorgeous that minji canât think straight around you.Â
unfortunately for her, half the school feels the same way, making you an unattainable fantasy. still, minji admires you from afar, blushing at the mere mention of your name and gushing about you to her friends, who never miss an opportunity to tease her about her obvious crush.
âum, yeah, thanks.â minji mutters, gulping as you begin to put her papers in a stack and place them in her folder neatly.
âdanielle isnât here today, is that right?â
âu-um, no.â
âaw, thatâs a shame.â
minji tries her best to stay sane in your presence, putting all her attention on the psychology textbook that sheâs shoving in her bag. âmhm.âÂ
you hand minji her blue folder adorned with various stickers sheâs collected and she takes it nervously. you smile one more time, placing a hand on her shoulder and she think she might blow up.Â
âyou should get more sleep.â
âyeah, definitely.âÂ
âiâll see you around, bye minji.â you wave your hand and turn to leave, minjiâs lips part as she stays stuck in place, trying to regain her composure.
â
âdude, you have likeâ three classes with her. are you ever going to make a move orâŠ?âÂ
hanniâs voice is small and faint as she looks at you from across the lobby. the bell has just rung, and everyone is free to leave, but hanni and minji always wait for their two underclassmen theyâve basically adopted to hang out after school.
âhm?â
the younger girl groans, âcâmon, weâre seniors! just stop thinking and go do something! youâve liked her for years.â
âsheâs probably not even gay! sheâs always with jungwonâŠâ
âthey look like friends to me.â hanni crosses her arms and looks over at you. youâre in a little group with jimin, ningning, and wonyoung, conversing with them and giggling here and there. âsheâs not even with jungwon right now.â
âthatâsâ oh my god, be real.â minji sighs, then turns away to look at hanni dead in the eye. âi unironically take pictures for the yearbook and am in the book club. i donât know, iâm not eye catching or known or fucking drool worthy.â
âgirl, change that then!â
hyein and haerin walk over to the upperclassmen to see them bickering again. hyein butts in, stepping into minjiâs personal space. âwhatâs the argument this time?â
âminjiâs lovergirl.â
âahhh, iâll pay you ten dollars if you ask her out.â
âiâm not taking your money hyein.â minji pinches the bridge of her nose, then starts to trudge away. âletâs go, it doesnât matter. iâm hungry and i have less than an hour before i need to start editing the layout for the yearbook.â
the group starts to walk out the entrance, but not before minji gets teased and grilled again. little does minji know, youâre glancing at her the whole time. your eyes follow her as she rolls her eyes and playfully punches hanni in the shoulder. for some reason, the corners of your lips turn up in a smile.
â
a few days later, minji finds herself battling an idiot who decided to scale the side of the ador building. civilians are screaming, and some are injured, but minji swiftly moves them to safety.Â
the culprits wield various weapons, forcing minji to dodge bricks left and right. pieces of debris fly at her, nearly hitting her limbs, and she ends up with a small cut on her cheekbone.Â
she manages to fend off two of the three culprits, webbing them against a broken wall while dealing with the last one. this guy has good aim and manages to throw a huge piece of the building at her leg, making her wince in pain.
shit, thatâs going to bruise.Â
minji grunts as she catches the piece of the building that had hit her â mid air with her web â and flings it back at the man, hitting him right in the torso and knocking him out.Â
she slings her web toward the building and leaps, sticking herself to the wall. she takes a few moments to recover, pressing a finger to her face and feeling the blood trickle from the small cut. minji sighs, wiping her face before webbing the criminals together in a way that will make the police's job easier.
(even if theyâre not very fond with spiderwoman.)
minji has a sharp sense of awareness; her reflexes and attention to the smallest details give her a kind of sixth sense. still, she doesnât notice you observing the whole scene from afar.
you had been in the building next door for tennis practice but immediately stopped when you heard the commotion. seeing the vigilante in blue made your jaw drop and your eyes shine with admiration. the way spiderwoman handled the situation left you more than just amazed. you found it incredibly intriguing how she could swing around and fight so fluidly.
âwoah.â you say in awe, eyes following spiderwoman as she swings away.
âyouâre obsessed with her,â jungwon sighs, âbut holy shit that was crazy.â
âsheâs so cool.â
âdoesnât your dad⊠hate her?â he questions, making you bite your lip.
your dad was one of the higher-ranking officers in the police force, so everything spiderwoman did reached you through himâjust in a more negative light. heâd complain about the âmessesâ and âdamageâ she left behind, and you had to hold yourself back from defending her. you found spiderwoman endearing, considering she put her life on the line and was probably a normal person with responsibilities and things to do, yet she took the time to protect others.
of course, your father had the same goals: protecting the city, safeguarding the people, and creating a safer community. he did his best to achieve this, often catching criminals with his impressive skills, but his idea of fighting crime never really aligned with spiderwomanâs methods. you seemed to favor spiderwomanâs actions a little more, considering youâd put much more threatening people down and your dad was always holding some grudge. heâs just too stubborn to understand, really.
âitâs whatever, i mean, can he do that?â
âokay but heâs a cop y/n. spiderwoman is literally some unknown person with powers that could harm others if she decides to go rogue.â
âwhy do you always think about the bad?â you groan, then return to the court. you grab a tennis ball, bouncing it up and down before catching it. âsheâs doing a lot, all sheâs done is help the cops ever since sheâs been public to the eye. itâs not her fault journalists are trying to shame her. you sound like my dad⊠gross.â
jungwon scoffs amusingly, âif your dad knew how you really felt⊠iâd love to watch that unfold.â
âshut up, why are you invested in my dadâs beef with spiderwoman and not getting a boyfriend.â
âand when are you going to stop fangirling over a masked woman that can shoot webs out her wrist.â
you throw the tennis ball in your hand up, then swing aggressively, catching jungwon off guard and making him jump to the side. he looks at you with a confused expression, you simply shake your head.
âlet a girl do what she wants.â
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minji shows up to school sore and thereâs a bandage on her cheek from the night before. she groans as she sits next to hanni in their english class, leaning against her for support.
âdude, what the hell is up with you.â
âa piece of building and fighting for half an hour thatâs what.â
âoh.â hanni hums, âsorry to hear.âÂ
âitâs your fault.â
âhey!â hanni frowns.
hanni is one to experiment, and a month ago her victim had been a spider. she had tested various methods of enhancing the spiders abilities and modifying its dna to create an adhesive for the science fair, and unfortunately for minji, the spider had escaped and bit her. minji simply wanted to find a few beakers for her own experiment, the last thing she expected was a spider biting her hand and the next day she didnât need glasses, her body was toned, she could lift her bed up with a hand â and the worst surprise was her fingers were sticking to everything she picked up.
âwell, if you had been more carefulâŠâ
âdonât turn this around.â minji sighs, closing her eyes and trying to rest a bit.
her eyes are still closed when she hears a familiar voice that makes her heart flutter, opening them when you start to converse with wonyoung.
âmy mom works at ador, i canât believe spiderwoman had saved herâŠâ wonyoung says.
âreally? she did?â you look at her, itching for more details.
âyeah, she almost fell to the ground and spiderwoman saved her.â she repeats.
âwow⊠im glad sheâs okay! oh my gosh, your mom is so lucky, im glad spiderwoman was there.â
minji turns to look at you, fighting back a smile. she is?
âiâd love to be saved by spiderwoman, she seems so cool⊠like, imagine willingly saving people and whatnot. she must be such great person, right?â
you watch wonyoung shrug, then sit down at her desk. you sit down next to her and she starts to take her folder out her bag before adding, âi mean, probably. she saved my mom, sheâs a hero in my eyes.â
âsheâs so coolâŠâ you sigh dreamily, minji canât believe it. âthe way she fights is like, oh my god, so sick. i canât believe sheâs real, sheâs out of this world.â
you, y/n, are talking highly of spiderwoman. that basically means youâre gushing about her, right? minji blinks three times, fully waking up after the third, and smiles to herself.Â
wonyoung snickers, âsounds like you have a crush on spiderwoman.â
âstop that! sheâs just⊠ugh.â you roll your eyes and nudge wonyoung. âsheâs so admirable, i wish more people would see her as a hero, you know? sheâs only done good so far, all the damage and stuff like that only happened because of the people she fought.â
minji might die â her heart feels like it's about to burst. you're on the same wavelength as her, defending spiderwoman, and you admire her too. the way you smile while talking about her alter ego makes minji feel giddy inside. hanni notices, rolls her eyes, and sets her head down on the desk, trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep while minji revels in the feeling of being in love. hanni might barf.
wonyoung smiles at you, raising her brows. âyouâre a fan.â
âmaybe.â you admit, looking at the board in front of you. âsheâs so cool, thatâs all.â
â
minjiâs sat outside in the courtyard looking through the pictures she had taken for the archery team. thereâs a variety of shots that capture their activities, highlighting their form and bullseyes, and there are a few group pictures in the mix as well.
her eyes are squinting as she looks through them, so focused on the photos that she doesnât notice someone calling her name.
"hey, minji," you call out, but sheâs still hunched over, intently focused on her camera. you walk over, and she doesnât notice you, too absorbed in adjusting the settings. gently, you grab the front of her cap and turn it around, making it sit backward on her head. startled, she looks up from the camera in her hand to see you. "hi," you greet again, a smile spreading across your lips.
minjiâs cheeks flush. âhi, hey. did you need something?â
âyeah, i just wanted to ask a favor.âÂ
âoh, of course, what was it?â
you sit down next to her and she feels herself stiffen up. you smile at her and lean against the table behind you. âwell, i was wondering if you could help take pictures for the tennis team? we have a practice and game coming up so i figured theyâd be good on the yearbook. also, jungwon wanted to ask you to help him promote a fundraiser he wants to set up.â
âhe did?â
you nod, âjungwonâs been planning this for a while, weâre trying to set it up and do a bake sale of some sort.â
âiâm down, but iâm booked for this week. a lot of people have been asking around, and my friends have priority, you know.â
a giggle slips from your lips and you point to her camera. âwell, who wouldnât ask you? youâre the best photographer here, last years yearbook was amazing because they switched heeseung out for you.â
âyou think?â
âi know.â
minji stops for a second, it feels like sheâs being squeezed and the way you look at her makes her heart beat a little faster.Â
ât-thanks.â minji hates the small stutter in her response and the way she avoids your gaze. âi can um, arrange something next wednesday for the tennis team. for jungwonâs fundraiser maybe the same week, what was it for anyway?â
"weâre trying to raise money to support others in places that donât have equal care for the lgbtq+ community!" you explain excitedly. minji freezes up again. we? no, maybe you're just an ally; minji canât just assume. you're really sweet, kind, and a great person, but that doesnât mean you're gay just because you want to help others.
âthatâs wonderful.âÂ
âmhm, and especially with so many people getting hurt these days, it worries me how people in my own community deal with unequal healthcare, you know?â
minji tilts her head, then says, âwait, your community?â
you look at her with confusion all over you. âyeah! mine. minji, you know im⊠a lesbian, right?â
fireworks explode, people are cheering, and minji smiles before quickly suppressing it. "oh," she says, then pauses, realizing how flat her response sounds. she nearly drops her camera as she raises a hand in defense, shaking it and stuttering, "i-i mean, it's not a bad thing! obviously, i mean, i'm gay, erâi'm a lesbian too. i think it's great that you care so much about this. it's great. yeah, i'll prioritize the shoot for you."
she looks adorable, cheeks flushed and her glasses sliding down her nose. you push them up with your finger and minji clenches her jaw.Â
âgreat.â you say softly, then narrow your eyes at her. âwell, i have to get going for practice. thanks again, youâre the best minji.â
she nods and grips the camera in her hand a little tighter, watching you walk away, then turn around for a brief moment to add,
âyou look really good with your hat like that, by the way.â the way it slips off your tongue, the way you smile once more and walk away, leaves minji feeling like sheâs near cardiac arrest.
â
minjiâs at a mall on a weekend, not to shop or hangout with her friends, but because people think itâs a good idea to try and commit crimes in broad daylight.
theyâre not just normal, stupid shoplifters either; theyâre far from it â near villains. the men sheâs fighting have weapons, and theyâre raiding various tech stores, causing chaos as people run around screaming. the scene is a mess, with extensive property damage, and minji wonders how it will ever get fixed.
she fights four men in the apple store, they chuck phones at her in hopes of slowing her down, but really, itâs just putting good phones to waste. she jumps up on the ceiling, catching them by surprise, and takes them down one by one from where she is. theyâre not difficult to fight, minji had alrieady figured from the whole phone throwing part, so thankfully thereâs isnât a single scratch on her.
a few more stores are terrorized and minji manages to capture at least ten more culprits, webbing them together or sticking them to a wall for the police to find red-handed. sheâs left with a few bruises by then, but nothing too brutal.
minji catches sight of two men in the corner of her eye running toward the metro stop that connects to the mall. she quickly follows, weaving past civilians and using her webs to launch herself ahead, closing the distance faster. she watches as the two men jump the entrance gate to the station. not only did they destroy a decent part of the mall, but they didnât even bother to pay for the metro. they couldâve at least bought a day pass, she thinks wryly.
by the time she gets passed the entrance (she didnât pay either, but in her case itâs to stop crime) and finds herself at a rough stop.
there are three metro lines: red, blue, and yellow â after getting down the stairs there are three directions that they couldâve gone, and minji doesnât have time to check every place considering the metro comes and goes.
sheâs stuck, the only thing she can do is pick one and pray that sheâll find them.
thatâs what she thinks at least, until she hears a woman screaming for help in the direction of the red line. minji swings towards it almost immediately, using her enhanced agility and power to get there as fast as she can.Â
when she reaches the platform, her eyes widen.
the two men hold you, your arms are restricted and youâre desperately trying to squirm out their grasp. minji immediately feels anger bubbling up inside of her, watching the way the men smile at her.
âlet her go.â minji warns, stepping closer.
"how about you relax, spiderwoman? put your hands up, and the girl will be perfectly fine," one of the men sneers, pulling out a dagger and holding it against your neck. your head tilts up, desperately trying to avoid the blade, and your breath shakes as you freeze in place. "wouldn't want to hurt such a pretty little thing, hm? she is one of the captain's daughters, isn't that right?" the man adds, smiling at you disgustingly.
âfuck you.â you curse through gritted teeth. âugly bitch.â
the man presses the flat side of the dagger against you, the frigid feeling of the material makes you gasp.Â
you seemed to have been browsing around the mall, considering the casual outfit you have on, but now, youâre in danger. minji looks at you worried, unable to process much from just seeing you being held back like that. you look at her with upturned brows, scared out of your mind but also worrying just as much for spiderwoman.
minji sighs quickly, thereâs others around as well, she canât risk causing a scene in such a tight space with so much risk of making things worse. she puts her hands up slowly, you widen your eyes.
âfine, i wonât budge. just take that blade away from her, now.â minji says.
the man laughs, and so does his little partner in crime. âwhat, this blade?â he uses the dagger to tilt your head to the side to face him, then grins. âi wouldnât do a thing to such a beauty.â
you fight back a retort, opting to shut yourself up for the time being. the man puts his hand down, taking away the blade from your throat.
âlet her go.â minji orders, looking at you being held back. âshe didnât do anything.â
his partner snickers, then looks at you amusedly before looking back at minji. âyou just stay there and weâll see what happens toââ
before he can answer, you manage to kick him in the back of his knee, throwing him off balance and making him stumble. this gives you a quick opportunity to break free from one man's grip and swing your free hand at the other. you successfully land a blow on the man with the dagger, striking his jaw, but the impact hurts your knuckles, making you inhale sharply.
the men recover as you step away from them, eyeing you angrily.
âyou littleââ
before they can grab you again, you feel something sticking to your back. youâre being pulled backwards and feel an arm wraps around you. turning over, you see spiderwoman up close and in person. the eyes on her mask narrow as she looks at you, then asks,Â
âare you okay?â
you gulp, then breathe hard. âyeah, yes.â
âgood, stay put.â she says.Â
you watch as she runs toward the man you had kicked, delivering a punch to his jaw and another to his stomach, making him fall back with a groan. he lays on the ground, clutching his belly, unable to get up after just two hits. the other man, now frightened, clutches his dagger. you watch as spider-woman slings a web at his chest, pulling him toward her, and then punches him right where you did.
youâre amazed, to say the leastâuntil the man somehow manages to swing his dagger at spiderwomanâs upper forearm, leaving a deep cut. your eyes widen in horror as blood seeps out onto the floor.
she gasps in pain as the man attempts to swing at her shoulder, but she quickly throws him to the ground before he can and shoots a web at his hand, making the dagger fall in the process.
ignoring the pain for a moment, minji traps the men on the dirty platform floor by webbing their limbs to the ground. she kicks the man who had the dagger in the crotch for good measure. people cheer in amazement, applauding her efforts.
however, minjiâs too distracted by the sharp pain from the cut, and that youâre watching.
she turns to see you appalled, walking over to look at her wound closer.
âyouâreâ spiderwoman, youâre hurt.â
âitâs not much,â she lies, shaking her head. âjust a scratch.â
âno, no itâs not donât lie to my face.â you grab her wrist without warning, and even though sheâs spiderwoman at the moment â not kim minji, the girl who can barely make eye contact with you for more than five seconds â sheâs momentarily distracted by the pain and blushing. âiâ are you able to swing places?â
âum, i guess?â the confidence sheâs built for this alter ego has completely washed away in your presence. âwhat are youââ
before she can finish, you fish for a handkerchief in your bag and tie it around the bleeding cut. minji doesnât respond or say anything because a second later youâve grabbed her hand and started running away from the red line platform. civillians watch, but none follow.
you turn to her for a split second as you speed through the corridors to ask, âdo you know where hybe highschool is?â
âyes,â minji says breathily, âexcuse me, y/ââ she catches herself before exposing the fact that she knows you. âmiss, what are youââ
âtake me there, you can swing me, canât you?â
the handkerchief does wonders, or maybe itâs just you. spiderwoman nods. âyeah, yes.â
in a rush of boldness, minji grabs your waist and holds onto you tight, shooting a web up at the ceiling to get the two of you up the big escalator in two seconds, then finds the nearest exit and has you two outside in no time.
âhold on tight, okay? it can be a little scary.â
âi like the thrill, itâs okay.âÂ
minji pauses, catching her breath. âyouâre interesting,â she says, then shoots a web at the nearest building. she jumps up, swinging the two of you through the urban jungle, the city blurring around you as minji finds the quickest route to her school with you clinging onto her.
â
when the two of you reach the school, itâs closed and abandoned since itâs a saturday. why would anyone be on the campus during their off day? in this case, itâs because a pretty girl has led spiderwoman back for a reason she hasnât even said yet.
minji needs to get a grip.
âfollow me,â you say quickly, then grab her hand and run towards the south entrance where the main office and clinic are. ââif youâre ever hurt, just remember this.â
the doors arenât open, but you pull out a keycard from under the mat that unlocks it.Â
you lead her past the office and towards the clinic, which is empty. minji lets you sit her down â youâre too in your head to consider the fact that spiderwoman is sat down with no word uttered because she had simply let you do so â and watches you shuffle around the storage to find a first aid kit, cloth, a bucket, and a bottle of distilled water.
âwhat are you doing?â
âyou have a really deep cut in your forearm, itâs not safe to just let it go.â
âi couldâve seen a doctor.â
you scoff, then sit down next to her. âtheyâd ring the police immediately, you know my dad is a captain? everyone there hates you.â
âoh.â
"yeah, oh." you grab her forearm, unwrapping the handkerchief and cringing at how much blood has soaked through. "jesus christ." you hold her forearm above a bucket, pouring water over the wound to rinse it off. then you grab a soft cloth with disinfectant to clean around the area. the sting makes minji groan. "sorry," you apologize.
"itâs fine," she says quietly, watching you clean around the wound with an alcohol wipe. minji bites back more sounds of painâfor your sake, of course.
the rest of the time you treat her, it's silent. thankfully, the cut isnât severe enough to need stitches. you apply a thin layer of ointment to the wound, then cover it with gauze, wrapping it securely around her forearm to keep it in place. you rub your thumb over the gauze, then look up at spiderwoman.
âdoes it hurt less?â
âyeah,â she says, looking down at her treated cut. âthank you.â
âitâs nothing.â
âwhy did you do it?â
âwhy not?â you shrug, packing up the equipment you used. âyouâre spiderwoman.â
âyou just said the police hate me.â
âthey do.â
âyour dad is a cop.â
âyouâre smart,â you grin at her teasingly as she points out the obvious. âhe is.â
minji sighs, unable to read you at all. âyou donât hate me?â
âi donât have any reason to. most of the time you do their job better, you help out with the more⊠serious crimes. if anything, i think youâre a hero.â
that manages to shut spiderwoman up, so you continue, putting the first aid kit away in the cabinet. then you grab the blood and water mixture and pour it down the sink. you rinse the bucket and place it on the ground before tossing the empty water bottle into the trash.
minji cannot believe any of this happened. you, the prettiest, sweetest girl in the school that sheâs been head over heels for since grade eight, have managed to drag a vigilante five minutes away to your school and treat her.
âhow are you so good with stuff like this?â minji questions, watching you wash your hands.Â
âmy aunt is a nurse.â you dry off your hands with a paper towel, then turn to look at her. âshe taught me a fair amount.â
of course you know how to treat a wound, youâre good at everything, minji thinks.
âthank youâŠ?â
ây/n,â minji already knows that, and you saying it is like choir bells ringing. âmy name is y/n.â
âright, thank you y/n.â
âmhm.â she watches you fix your black t-shirt and jeans, then grab a small bandaid from the drawer nearby. you look in the mirror and lift your head up, turning to the side to place the bandaid on a small cut that minji didnât notice before.
âhe hurt you?â
ââjust a scratch,ââ you mock her words from earlier. âhe just grazed me, itâs bleeding a little now though.â
âyouâre okay, right?â
âkind of traumatized but iâll be fine.â you say, brushing it off like itâs nothing. minji is seriously attracted to everything about you. âiâm glad youâre okay.â
âi should be the one saying that.â
âiâm okay, spiderwoman. all because of you.â
minji tries to respond, but her throat dries up. she watches you smile at her, feeling her heart do a little flip in her chest. she wonders what she can do in return, then perks her head up as an idea forms in her mind.
âi can drop you back off at home, itâs getting late,â you offer, though itâs only five oâclock in the afternoon. despite the early hour, minji finds herself wanting to spend more time with you. behind the mask, she feels a bit more confident talking to you, knowing you think highly of her from what youâve overheard. âyou like the thrill, right?â
âyouâre a good listener.â
âi guess so.â
âiâd love to get home via spiderwoman, uberâs are pricey these days.â
minji laughs softly and the pain in her arm fades away momentarily.
â
youâre bombarded the next day by your friends and some other people youâve only talked to a few times in your (almost) four years of being in the school. they all question the same thing, everything is related to what happened between you and spiderwoman because of some pictures going around on the internet.
the people you donât know all too well all question your experience, but your friends are asking if youâre okay or severely injured.
jungwon acts as a bodyguard, shooing away everyone who isnât in your circle and tilting your head up to examine the bandaid on your neck.
âis your throat okay?â
âitâs nothing, just a little worse than a papercut,â you assure, but wonyoung makes a face.
âpapercuts are terrible y/n,â she groans, âare you sure youâre fine?â
âitâs nothing. spiderwoman saved me before i could do anything, iâll tell you more, letâs just get to class?â
âyouâre sure youâreââÂ
âwonyoung, itâs a scratch. itâs nothing.â
â
after school, youâre typically at tennis practice or helping out with student government activities. you usually get home around four or five, either sweaty from practice or burnt out from your responsibilities. normally, you arrive before your dad and aunt. your dadâs demanding schedule rarely allows him to rest, and your auntâs schedule is worse considering sheâs a nurse, so youâre usually home alone for a bit.
thatâs not the case this time.
you close the door behind you, then turn to see your dad leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. your aunt looks at you, clearly tense.
âoh, youâre both home.â you set your jacket on the little hook in the door. âwhatâs upâŠ?â the way your dad looks at you makes you stiff, his jaw tightens and he looks angry. heâs rarely ever angry at you, and your aunt seems worried. âdid something happen?â you ask.
âhow about you explain to me why iâm finding out today,â he steps away from the counter, walking towards you and continuing, âthat my daughter crossed paths with that vigilante.â
âspiderwoman?â
ây/n, i thought you knew better.â
your shoulders sink and you sigh, âsheâs not as bad as you paint her out to be.â
âshe could be, sheâs dangerous.â
âdad!â you scoff, shaking your head. âare you dense? if she hadnât been there, my throat wouldâve been sliced.â
âor maybe you wouldnât have been in that situation at all. you realize those men used you to get spiderwoman to surrender? because of you i almost lost my only daughter.â
your aunt simply hums, then nods. âiâm sorry but⊠your dad has a point.â
âyouâre agreeing with him too?â you groan, âdad, regardless of what couldâve happened, what did happen was that spiderwoman saved me. canât you see that?â
ây/n, think about what could happen in the long run, listen to your dad. look, i know youâre frustrated, but your dad is also my older brother, heâs always known whatâs best.â
âall that spiderwoman can bring is danger to you, donât follow her antics.â
you stare at both of them, baffled and almost offended. you couldâve died, and theyâre still ungrateful for spider-womanâs efforts. you bite the inside of your lip, struggling to hold back the urge to lash out. your dad sends you a small warning look, silently reminding you to keep your composure. scoffing, since it's the only outlet for your frustration, you storm down the hall to your room, deciding to avoid them for a while.
once you close the door, you flop down on your bed and close your eyes.
various emotions come rushing to you, only fuelign the fire of resent towards your dad in the moment.
heâs been so uptight since your mom passed when you were young, becoming increasingly protective and closed off. he pushes you to be better but restricts you from so many things. itâs as if he wants to hide you from the world, only exposing you to what he deems right. his selfishness and narrow-mindedness infuriate you. his biased views feel like chains holding you back and making you angrier.
your aunt has been with you for a while now, and she understands you the most. she gets your moods, motivations, and knows you like the back of her hand. despite everything, she sides with your dad â you feel some sort of betrayal.
your father isnât a bad guy, but being mad at him makes you forget that for a bit.
âhe doesnât know shit,â you mutter, âspiderwoman isnât danger.â
sitting up again, you stare at the floor as you recollect yourself.
you groan again, feeling cramped up in the room. your thoughts feel like a stormy cloud over your head and the thought of being in the same living space with your dad only frustrates you more.Â
quickly, you grab your phone and keys, rushing out your room and down the hall. your aunt and dad stop conversing momentarily as they watch you unlock the door.
âwhat do you think youâre doing y/n?â your dad questions, watching you closely. you donât respond, instead sending him a small look before opening the door, and he seems to lose it. âwhere the hell are youââ
his wrist is restrained and tugged at as you exit the apartment. your dad looks back to see your aunt â his sister â holding him back. she shakes her head and stops him, softly saying, âdonât, just let her.â
âi canât justââ
âyouâre so uptight, just let her be. sheâs overstimulated and needs some time.â
he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back at the door. his body relaxes, almost going limp as he sits down next to your aunt. âiâm just worried for her.â
âsheâll be fine, just take it easy. iâm worried about her too.â
â
youâve made it a few blocks away with no idea in mind. you donât have your wallet or anything, just a heavy heart and clouded mind â and after hearing your stomach rumble, almost an empty stomach too.
itâs still busy during the late evening. people are making their way home after staying late at work, families of three or four linger together, and friends eat ice cream on the benches. youâre trying to find a place that brings you peace. the nearby bookstore, the same one you grew up visiting, pops into your head. it never fails to bring you relaxation, a sort of sanctuary to you.
one more block and youâve turned to meet the entrance of the bookstore, it closes in less than an hour â thatâs more than enough time to cruise around. stepping inside youâre met with the strangely nice smell of books, a small smile forms on your lips.
you make your way over to the graphic novels, sliding your fingers along the spines as you walk through. youâve already read most of them, and tonight's mood doesnât really call for this type of reading. the next section you visit is where your favorite poems and literature are found. you scan the shelves closely before picking out a small book filled with a collection of poems you havenât seen before. flipping through it, you read every other page, admiring the works.
you grab another book before heading to your favorite spot, the little corner away from the shelves near the window.Â
what you donât expect to see is someone in your usual spot, slumped against the wall, sleeping with a book in their hand. you squint your eyes as you catch sight of the person, then look closer, realizing it isnât just anyone: itâs minji.
minjiâs always been alluring in your eyes, not just physically but her as a person drew you in a bit. sheâd always stumble on her words and had this weird, adorable charm to her with every interaction. plus, she was smart and sweet, but you never had the chance to talk to her as much as youâd like to â even if you were to, you were always a little nervous yourself. seeing her now, she looks especially cute, reminding you of how she makes your heart beat slightly faster everytime you see her.
sheâs in a black hoodie and jeans, breathing slowly with her head angled down and her lips slightly parted. her glasses are almost at the tip of her nose and her hair is tied up in a casual bun. youâve always caught her sleeping in class at least twice a week from afar, you never realized how pretty she looked up close.
you hesitate, unsure whether to wake her or not. glancing down at your phone to check the time, you decide youâll wake her before the store closes.
to pass the time, you continue to read, marvelled at certain pieces and snapping pictures here and there. this lasts twenty minutes, you almost forget about the time, but minji crosses your mind as you read a certain poem and it prompts you to check your phone and look back at the girl.
you shake her lightly, hearing her groan despite not budging. you squeeze her shoulder and she still doesnât wake up, so you opt to pinch her cheeks, which stirs her awake.
âhm?â she mutters, blinking a couple times.Â
âmorning minji.â
ây/n, hi, whatâ how did you get here? what time is itâŠâ
she hears you giggle before responding, âthe place closes in ten minutes. i usually read in this space but when i came over i saw you sleeping, so i just stayed close until it got late.â
âyou did?â you stayed by minji while she slept, how crazy is that? minji pushes her glasses up. âthank you for waking me up.â
âitâs nothing, but we should probably head out before they kick us out.â
âyeah, that sounds good.â
minji follows you towards the section where you got the book you were reading. she watches as you carefully put the book back in its place, and then you lead her out of the bookstore, saying goodnight to the staff sweetly and waving. minji can only smile and admire until youâre both outside.
you look both ways, then your stomach rumbles. your cheeks warm up and you embarrassingly mumble, âsorry, i havenât eaten yet.â
âyou havenât?â minji questions.
âno. iâll eat later, i donât have my wallet on me.â
âbut your stomach just rumbled, you should really eat.â
âitâs whatever.â
âno,â minji shakes her head, then looks at you seriously. âitâs not whatever, let me buy you something.â she says, a little shocked that she even had the confidence to say that. âyou need to eat.â
âitâs fine, iââ
âcome on, letâs go. the convenience store is at the end of the block.â
âi donât have my wallet minji.â
âiâll pay.â
âyouâre not paying for me.â
âyes i am. do you want those pictures orâŠ?â minji smirks slightly and you surrender because it makes you feel oddly nervous and warm inside.
âfine.â you respond, shoulders sinking as minji starts to walk in the direction of the convenience store.Â
the two of you make your way inside, wandering around and browsing the cheaper options. minji grabs a packet of ramen and some green tea, while you find a chicken sandwich and peach tea. after being rung up by the cashier, you head towards the area to prepare minjiâs ramen. as you glance at the food in your hands, you feel a pang of guilt, knowing she bought it for you.
minjiâs pouring hot water into the bowl while you speak, âiâll pay you back.â
âitâs nothing, donât.â
âstop, i will.â
âdonât.â minji shrugs, then uses a chopstick to stir the noodles around. she puts a sauce packet in and mixes again, then looks at you with a small smile. âitâs nothing, seriously. i havenât eaten dinner yet either, your company is enough.â
âis it?â
she finds herself blushing a little. âum, yeah, yes.â
âoh.â your lips start to turn up. âyours is great too.â
minji turns back to the bowl of ramen because sheâs a little embarrassed, but also because her dinner is finished.Â
the two of you sit at the counters inside the store and start to eat. itâs silent for a while, but thereâs nothing wrong with that. you feel happy just being next to her, and the sandwich tastes better than usual.
âwhy didnât you eat before?â minji asks you while youâre still chewing.Â
you take a moment to swallow before answering, âi kind of⊠ran away for a bit.â
âyou snuck out?â
âno, my dad saw me leave. i think my aunt held him back.â
âoh.â minji looks away from you and out the window. âdid something happen?â she starts, but stops herself soon after. âi mean you donât have to tell me of course, i was just curious.â
âitâs fine, my dad and i got into a little disagreement, thatâs all.â you see, a little bothered by it in minjiâs eyes, but she doesnât push further. you take a sip of your tea and turn to look at minji. âhow long were you at the bookstore?â
âoh, um.â she laughs nervously. âi was reading for half an hour, then fell asleep. you woke me up a few hours after.â
âyou were asleep for hours there?â
âonly two!â she quickly defends, making you giggle. âiâm just⊠tired these days.â
you scoff playfully. âdoing what?âÂ
minji pauses, trying to formulate an answer. âsleep problems?â it comes out unsure and more like sheâs questioning herself. she coughs and says again, firmly, âsleep problems.â
âaw, maybe buy melatonin?â
âmy mom isnât fond of that, she thinks itâll mess with my health.â
âyeah, my dad thinks that too.âÂ
minji chuckles before slurping up a few more noodles, and you take another bite out of your sandwich.
a few minutes later, you two finish your food and start walking with no destination in mind. the evening chill sets in, and the breeze makes you tense up and shiver. minji notices you clutch your phone tighter as the wind blows against you. you're wearing a baby t-shirt and linen pants, clearly not enough to keep warm in this weather.
âare you cold?â
you shake your head and lie, âno, just a breeze.â
âyou look cold. here, i have a long-sleeved shirt under this anyway,â minji says quietly, slipping off her hoodie. she pauses and you do too, then hands it to you. you tilt your head, staring at the piece of clothing, then look back at her. she moves it towards you again, urging you to take it. âiâm warm, youâre not.â
âi am.â
âi didnât know you could be such a liar, y/n.â
âwhat?â
âiâm kidding,â she says, then pulls you closer by your wrist. you let her put the hoodie on you, it fits a little large since itâs also oversized on her. âbetter?â
she looks at you with care in her eyes, you almost stop breathing. the sunsetâs glow highlights the curve of her nose and lights up her gaze. all you can think is wow, because wow.
âwoah,â youâre a little starstruck. âyouâre⊠gorgeous.â
âiâ what? no, where did that come from?â
âsorry, um, i didnât mean to⊠it was just in the moment, you know? yeahâŠâ you swallow lightly, and laugh to push away the awkwardness. âthank you. this is much better, iâm warm.â
âthatâs good.â
âyeah.â
the two of you continue to walk, with you filling the silence and talking about your classes. minjiâs easy to talk to, sheâs a great listener and hums at everything before adding her own input. everything she responds with is interesting too, but maybe thatâs because sheâs minji.
both of you had turned halfway through to start walking in the other direction since you live the same way. minji points at certain stores and spots, sharing short stories and little remarks about memories from each place. her voice is soft and nostalgic, painting vivid pictures of her past experiences as you stroll along together.Â
you could listen to her all day, or at least a long while. thatâs what you realize the more she speaks.
you two reach a point where you need to part ways. minji lives on the right side and you live left, so you two stand at the croner before the crosswalk, looking at each other.
minji pauses you as you start to take off her hoodie, âyou can give it back to me tomorrow.â
âwhat? no way, itâs cold.â
âmy home is only five minutes down, itâs fine.â
âyou sure?â
âiâm sure.â she adds.
silence follows again for a few seconds, you take the time to scan minjiâs face again.
âwhat happened to your cheek?â you point at the bandage on her cheekbone.
âoh,â minjiâs not going to tell you that some idiot decided to throw a piece of building at her and scratch her skin. âum, knife?â she clears her throat. âknife.â
âhow did the knife get up there?â
minji tries hard to conjure a response, looking down before her eyes light up after a lie forms.
âi had it in my hand while trying to scratch an itch.â
âmhm, okay.â you say squinting your eyes at her and giggling.Â
minji looks at the bandage on your neck, remembering how, where, and why you had hurt yourself there. itâs odd that you look at her with the same admiration even when sheâs out of teh suit â when sheâs just minji and not some âheroâ in your eyes.
âwhat happened to your neck?â
âsome guy.â you play it off like you didnât almost get your throat sliced. âyou probably heard the story.â
âi didnât.â she didnât need to, minji had been part of the story.
âoh,â your fingers raise and brush against the bandage as you recall, âspiderwoman saved me, but this guy managed to graze me.â
minji hums and nods, then steps closer, reaching her hand out to gently put her finger on it. you stiffen.Â
âwere you scared?â minji asks, finger sliding down the bandage in a way that makes you tingle. âit mustâve been scary.â
you shake your head. âspiderwoman was there, i knew sheâd come through.â
âright.â minji says lowly, then takes her finger off of you. she stares at you for a good five seconds before smiling softly. âiâll um, iâll see you.â
âyeah, thanks.â
âget home safe, text me when you getâ oh, wait.â she furrows her brows before pulling out her phone. âi donât have your umâŠâ her voice quiets down to something close to a whisper, â--your number.â
âyou can have it, if thatâs what youâre trying to ask.âÂ
âyeah, um, i just wanted to make sure you got home safe.â minji says, because if anything were to happen to you sheâd do more than just web some dumbass down. theyâd probably be left with a little bruise or two, maybe even left upside down against a wall or tree. minji continues, âif thatâs alright with you.â
âthatâs perfect.â you type in your number and smile at her once more before finally adding, âthank you for the hoodie, good night minji.â
âgoodnight y/n.â
with that, you two depart, and you look back once to see her walking in the other direction. when you turn back, putting your hands in the pocket of minjiâs hoodie, you realize: minjiâs wonderful.Â
the image of her smiling and puffing her lips out when you tease her makes you grin to yourself. you canât tell if itâs because of her hoodie or her; youâre warm inside and out.
â
minji waits for you at the entrance of the school instead of meeting her friends at their usual spot (if the little corridor by the gym counts as a meetup spot anyway). she looks around, you had texted her that you were almost at school.
she feels a little stupid standing there by herself, especially since your friends are nearby and stealing glances at her, making her shrink in her place a little.
all her worries wash away when you walk through the entrance and scan the room, meeting her eyes and lighting up. you make your way towards her with her hoodie in your arms, then hand it to her.
âthanks again.â
âitâs no problem.â
âi owe you, and for the shoot later today.â
âyou donât owe me anything.â minji smiles at you assuringly. âiâll um, get going. your friends are all hereâŠâ she rubs her neck awkwardly and looks down at the hoodie in her hand.
âoh! i was actually wonderingâŠâ she watches you look down at the ground. âdo you want to walk around together? we have first block together so⊠if you donât mind. i enjoyed being around you last night.â
âyou did?â minji looks surprised, she sounds surprised. âi mean, yes. yeah, iâm down, let me text my friends.â
âgreat.â
âyeah.â
minji canât fight back the smile that forms on her face and neither can you â you like the sight of it. her gums show a little and you think itâs the most endearing thing in the world.
âby the way, are you and your dad okay? after the argument.. you know?â
âoh, yeah.â you mumble. you and your dad agreed to disagree. âit doesnât really matter, iâm just grateful you were there to help me feel better.â
âi did?â
âhow could you not?â
-
minjiâs adjusting the settings of her camera, eyes squinty as she looks close at the small screen. from afar, you take a few glances throughout your conversation with jungwon and wonyoung.
you watch as minjiâs lips pout a little, she has a poker face that would make her seem intimidating and serious if you didnât know her.Â
âhello?â jungwon waves a hand in front of your face. you glance away from minji and your attention is back on him, catching the look he shares with wonyoung.Â
âwhy are you guys looking at each other like that.âÂ
wonyoung raises her eyebrows, the smirks. âthe real question is why are you looking at minji so much?â
âiâm just⊠you know⊠sheâsâ sheâs taking long to set up her stuff.â
âitâs been less than three minutes y/n,â jungwon clicks his tongue. âyou even ditched us to walk with her, whatâs up with that?â
crossing your arms, you respond, âwhatâs wrong with that? are you jealous?â
âoh not at all, i donât care y/n. just curious, thatâs all.â
âyou looked a little too happy in my eyes.â wonyoung teases, smiling knowingly.Â
âshut up, sheâs just really nice, you knowâŠâÂ
âuh huh.â jungwon hums, smiling wider.
before you can scold him, you catch minji looking up and making eye contact with you. today, sheâs wearing a flannel over a white tank top, paired with dark jeans to complete the outfit. she looks a little dorky, but youâre into that â she pulls it off effortlessly.Â
as she starts to walk towards you, jungwon, and wonyoung, you smile wider, waving at her and beckoning her over with your hand. minji greets the others warmly, then glances down at the ground before looking back up at you nervously.
âhi, are you all ready?â
âyeah, iâll gather the rest.â
âgreat, you all can just go on with practice and iâll try to get the best shots i can.â
âthat sounds great! thank you again minji, i owe you so much.â
she chuckles, putting a hand on your shoulder and rubbing it lightly. âitâs nothing.â she says, but whatâs something is the familiar tingly sensation making you lose balance. jungwon notices the blush on your cheeks, as well at your thrown off composure, fighting back a laugh.
first, you and jungwon have a warm-up match together. minji snaps a few pictures before wonyoung and heeseung join in for a doubles match. after capturing your group, she moves on to the rest of the team, snapping pictures of them in action. her shots capture the players mid-swing, rackets in hand, their faces set with determination. the light filters through the trees, casting a perfect glow over the court, making each photo dynamic and full of energy.
you sit on the side, watching your teammates and minji (mostly minji) at work.Â
âiâve never seen you with hearts in your eyes until now.â wonyoung teases, shoving her shoulder against yours.
âshut up,â you groan, putting your hand on her face and pushing her away. âminjiâs so sweet, and cuteâŠâ
âi knew it!â wonyoung gasps, âyou never look at anyone like that. half the school looks at you like that, but youâve never returned the gesture.â
âthereâs no one in the school to look at like that wony.â
âwell, now there is.â
you sigh, leaning into your best friend and pouting. minji looks really, really good on the court, the sun hitting her, and all focused on doing what she does best.
âi never realized how gorgeous she was.â you admit, staring harder. âand sheâs so nice, like, danielle â the one in student government â sheâs mentioned her a few times and only good things have come out her mouth. sheâs not lying.â
âwhat, did you hangout with her or something? like a date?â
âno! no.â you shake your head, then frown slightly. âi mean, i got into a fight again with my dad and ran out the house and then to the bookstore andââ
âslow down.â
âsorry. i donât know, i ran into her and just being with her made me feel better. itâs crazy because weâve barely talked before this.â
âhmmâŠâ wonyoung starts to ponder, narrowing her eyes at minji as she shoots a thumbs up in the air. she turns to face you and your best friend, smiling and walking over. âwell, seems like youâre fond of her. i guess weâll have to let time do the work.â she says before minjiâs in a range where she can hear the two of you.
minji stands in front of you and wonyoung, grinning as she explains, âiâve gotten the last shots i think, now a group picture?âÂ
âyes, that would be great.â
âgreat, if you could get everyone in the middle of the court that would be great.â
you nod, then grab wonyoung eagerly by the wrist and motion for everyone to gather around, just like minji said.
she instructs you all to have the tallest in the back, with you and jungwon in the front together since you two are the captains. minji sets the camera on the tripod, squinting her eyes as she fixes certain things. then, she gives a small thumbs up and says, âsmile!â
the whole team says âcheese!â in unison, making minji smile herself. she snaps a few pictures, then urges you all to do something a little sillier. you make a face and stand on your tip toes to wrap and arm around jungwon, making him groan and laugh simultaneously. itâs candid in a way, with everyone being themselves and enjoying the moment.
minji giggles, then raises her hand up to give one last final thumbs up.
the smile on your face fades into something near shock, because minjiâs sleeve falls down to just above her elbow, revealing a covered-up patch of skin â goosebumps trail up your spine because thatâs the exact same gauze and placement. everything is identical to what you patched up two days ago, your brows furrow upon seeing it.
minji doesnât seem to notice, instead taking the camera off the tripod and clicking through the photos. the tennis team starts to converse again, but youâre caught up with the injury on minjiâs forearm.
you donât want to jump to conclusions â but youâre kind of doing that.
what doesnât help minjis case is the fact that she reacts so quickly when a tennis ball flies toward her head. itâs almost unhuman how she manages to dodge it, then catch it right after.Â
she walks back towards you, then says, âthe pictures look great from the little screen, iâll take a look at them on the laptop and email them to you, yeah?â
you donât respond for a moment, your eyes on her exposed forearm. you squint harder, thinking of when you patched up spiderwoman, and nothing shakes you from teh fact that thatâs the same fucking bandage.
ây/n?â
âoh, yeah, that sounds good.â
âyeahâŠâ minji realizes what youâre staring at, then panics and quickly rolls down her sleeve again. âi um, i just uh, hurt myself.â
âhow?â you look up at her, making eye contact. âwhat happened?â
âbrick.â she says quietly, âi tripped and my arm hit the um, the edge of a brick.â
âright, okay.â you still look at her now covered forearm, squinting again. âi hope it feels better.â
âthanks.â
âyeah.â
â
there isnât a single person you can confide in about your suspicion that minji might be spiderwoman. jungwon would laugh and brush you off, thinking itâs just a wild fantasy. wonyoung would probably call you delusional, yeah, probably.Â
left with no one to share your thoughts, you resort to lying in bed, eyes wide open, pondering the possibility. the moonlight filters through your window, casting shadows on the ceiling as you replay every clue and coincidence in your mind, trying to make sense of it all.
you grab your phone, searching up âsuperwomanâ to see a very recent article in the first result that comes up titled: spiderwoman caught in a recent face-off with seoulâs most dangerous gang.
you click on a video beneath the headline, watching the scene unfold. spiderwoman performs a series of flips and maneuvers that seem almost unreal. the person filming is either too nervous or simply bad at their job; the footage is shaky, making it hard to follow. you squint at the screen, trying to make out the details, feeling a mix of awe and frustration as spiderwoman's incredible agility and skill are partially obscured by the unsteady camera work.
what you do catch is a dagger being thrown at spiderwomanâs rib, slicing her suit and watching blood seep out as she clutches the wound. you wince from just watching.
spiderwoman fights off the gang members with ease, knocking out three at once by letting them charge her, then jumping up to make them crash to the ground without her laying a finger on them. the last man stares at her in fear, stumbling backward as she steps closer and webs his mouth shut.
the video ends with spiderwoman webbing all the culprits against the city square as the police arrive. thereâs sirens and commotion before she turns to see cops with guns pointed at her before swinging off, leaving them frustrated. your dad appears in the frame, cursing under his breath. the civilians around watch in shock and awe, clapping as she swings away.
she swings west, you take note of that.
after clicking out the video realizing that the article had been posted only five minutes ago, you hurriedly grab a hoodie and rush out your room. your aunt isnât home yet, so no one would notice that youâre out and about.
you rush out the door and and lock your apartment clumsily, missing the keyhole at least twice before getting it. you run towards the elevator, then out of it once you reach the lobby and speed towards your school.
the school you patched spiderwoman up in, the school you and minji attend, is west of the city square. thereâs a chance that spiderwoman wonât be there, but after sheâs been shown how to get in after hours, thereâs also a chance that the wound on her side needs to be patched up there specifically. besides, youâve given her the secret to getting in.
you get there after running at your fastest pace for five minutes straight, and now youâre breathing heavily outside the entrance of the school. youâre inside in no time (perks of having a keycard from student government) and tiredly rushing towards the nurses office, then heading inside.
minji, however, is at least three steps ahead of you. after being bit by a genetically modified spider, her senses have been enhanced, so she had heard you as soon as you made it past the entrance â without knowing it was you.
when you step inside, thereâs no one.Â
the only thing you can see are bandages messily spread out on the counter and blood on the floor. you let out a breath at the sight of it.
âitâs me, y/n.â
thereâs silence for a few seconds before you hear someone landing on the ground behind you, making you yelp from surprise.
ây/n? what are you doing here?â
âi saw your fight in an article.â you start, turning around to face the masked hero. youâre still not one hundred percent sure if itâs minji, but something tells you itâs her. you canât really explain it. âyouâre hurt.â
âa little.â
âthatâs a big scratch you have there.â you point out, making minji laugh despite the sharp pain she feels.
ââyouâre smartâ.â now itâs her turn to mock your words. you roll your eyes, stepping closer to press your fingers against it, her blood staining your fingers a bit.Â
âsit down.â
âi donât need your help.â
âyouâre going to end up with a soaked bandaid, spiderwoman. i know what iâm doing, and iâm already here.â
minji inhales sharply when you press against the cut. âfine.â she croaks out.
she sits down on the counter, legs hanging off as you clean around the wound, blood soaking the small towel. you add some disinfectant, hearing her wince lowly and grip the counter not-so-subtly, so you grab her hand, squeezing comfortingly.
âitâs okay, iâm here.â you mumble, looking up at her.Â
minji feels her heart tighten.
âthank you.â
you hum.
you bandage the wound carefully, relieved itâs not deep enough to require stitches. spiderwoman glances at her rib area, gently sliding her fingers over your handiwork. she looks back at you, a soft smile playing under her mask.
she watches you look back, frowning.
âwhatâs wrong?â minji asks.
âyouâre bleeding.â
âyou patched me up.â
shaking your head, you do something that makes minji short-circuit. your hand falls to her jawline, your thumb grazing the edge near her chin before pressing down. minji feels a sharp pain she hadn't noticed before. when you pull your thumb away, you stare at the smear of blood on it, holding it up to show her.
âit wasnât just your abdomen.â you explain, then the worry fills your eyes again. âyouâre bleeding through your mask.â
âoh,â
âcan i? i wonât do it all the way, just past your lip to treat the wound.â
minji hesitates, then nods. âyeah, thatâs okay. no more than that.â
âof course.â
you tremble a little as you roll up her mask tantalizingly. your fingers meet her skin just barely, but she still hears her breath hitching and her throat drying up.
youâre looking at her exposed lips before you even pay attention to the cut on her jawline. theyâre plump and parted before you, catching your eye effortlessly. after gazing for a few seconds longer, you cradle her face in one hand to keep her in place as you dab an alcohol wipe over the cut â she winces.
âsorry.â
âitâs fine.â
a few seconds later and thereâs a bandaid on her jawline now, courtesy of you.
she softly rubs the bandaid, then brings her mask back down. she clears her throat,
âthank you.â
âitâs nothing.â
âyou didnât have to.â
âi want to.â your expression is hard to read, a mix of worry and pity, but also admiration. âyouâre a hero, you should be treated like one.â
âi just have responsibilities.â
âwell, you should be someoneâs responsibility too.â
âwhy yours?â
âbecause i care â a lot.â
minji stays silent for a while, staring at you through the mask. she feels beyond lucky, a little emotional too. her chest tightens slightly, urging her to look away from you and scoot away.Â
you frown again.
â
the next day minji shows up next to you nervously with hanni by her side. youâre with jungwon at your locker, conversing with him until you feel a tap on your shoulder. when you turn around, youâre more than happy to see minji.
she has a small cut on her jawline in the same area and with the same bandage. thereâs no denying that spiderwoman stands before you, but youâll let her know a different way.
jungwon watches her hand you a flashdrive, her other hand clutching the strap of her bag.Â
âum, these are the pictures.â her lips move the same way as spiderwomans, and theyâre just as alluring. â ihave the edited and original versions of each, just tell me which one you like the most.â
without warning, you reach over and hug her. she widens her eyes, and so do hanni and jungwon as they watch everything unfold. you purposely slide your hand over the wound on her rib area, pressing on it slightly and hearing her sharply exhale in your ear.
itâs her, itâs definitely her â you couldnât be any happier that itâs her. minjiâs sweet, caring, and very attentive, her personality fits her alter ego perfectly.
you pull away from her and smile, your hands gently resting on her forearm, holding her in place. minji feels a rush of warmth hit her cheeks like a summer heatwave, her heart pounding in her chest.Â
âyouâre literally the best, thank you minji.âÂ
ây-yeah, itâs no problem.âÂ
hanni looks dumbfounded watching the exchange. she turns to minji after you walk away with jungwon, and her best friend is smiling like an idiot. hanni almost gags.
â
a week passes by, you and minji have spent more mornings before class together, even conversing after school time to time.Â
minji seems to have healed, the bandage on her cheekbone is gone and thereâs a faint line that indicates a former cut on her face, but itâs not noticeable under her concealer. youâre happy to see that sheâs getting better physically â much faster than the normal person, you might add.
(because sheâs spiderwoman, you know sheâs spiderwoman.)
youâve spent more time admiring minji, your crush on her growing deeper and it almost makes you forget that she has a whole other persona. you canât remember a single thing about the arachnid while staring at her brown eyes and pretty pink lips.
â
thereâs not much crime for a little while, not until two weeks after the night you had patched up spiderwoman (kim minji, the prettiest girl in the school).Â
a video on instagram reaches four thousand views in three minutes, the video showing spiderwoman leaping off a building and knocking down some lunatic with legs made of metal. some scientists really need to stay thinking inside the box, because giving yourself additional limbs to steal from organizations is just insane.
you watch as spiderwoman gets tackled to the ground at ador labs, grappling with manmade tentacle arms using her enhanced strength. sitting on the edge of your bed, you bite the inside of your lip when you see her shoulder get cut by the edge of a mechanical hand.
thankfully, the police arrive just in time to assist. they shoot at the villain, whose face bears an uncanny resemblance to the ceo of jyp manufacturing, distracting him long enough for spiderwoman to kick him off and shoot webs at his goggles.
the person recording has a steadier hand than the last, capturing the way spiderwoman uses her webs to launch herself at the man and kick him in the chest. she quickly rips off two of the tentacles, causing the remaining ones to shut down.
she collapses to the ground, clearly exhausted, but scrambles back up and onto her feet as the police start to close in on her. sheâs swift and smart, easily fleeing the scene in no time.
you had left your apartment the moment the video ended, and now you find yourself back at school, catching your breath and processing everything you just witnessed as yourush towards the nurses office.
opening the door, you catch spiderwoman sitting on the floor and leaned against the counter tiredly, clutching her shoulder.Â
âmy god,â
âyou came.â she says, practically a breath.Â
âof course i did, i saw the video.â
âiâm so tired.â
âand youâre hurt.â
âitâs not that bad actually, this oneâs actually a scratch.â
âbullshit.â you mumble, quickly rushing over to tend to her wound.Â
the routine unfolds without much change: you gently clean away the blood, carefully applying disinfectant. minji fights to suppress her cries of pain, but the discomfort is clear in the way her body tenses and reacts. you offer her comfort, your hand resting reassuringly over hers. through the mask, minji gazes at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude, feeling like sheâs witnessed rain after a drought.
âthank you.â
âitâs nothing.â youâve said it countless times, minjiâs said it back to you when she was just minji and not someone under a suit that could swing webs, save the day, and get hurt for you to take care of her. âi mean it.â
you sit beside her, your arms pressing comfortably against each other, and lean your head against the cabinet door beneath the counter.Â
minjiâspiderwomanâis the first to turn her head and look at you. she visibly relaxes as her gaze settles on your side profile. you turn to meet her eyes, offering a soft sigh, feeling a shared calm in the quiet space between you.
âcan i,â your voice quiets down to something near a hum. âcan i kiss you?â
âw-what?â minji feels her throat go dry and blood rushing to her cheeks, itâs so sudden, you must be more exhausted than her. âi, um, i donât know if youâd like that. you barely know me.â
âsure i would, spiderwoman.â
minji doesnât stop you when you reach over to the bottom of her mask, rolling it up. she could stop you, but sheâs stuck in place, unable to move despite how risky it is for you to find out who she really is.
thereâs no chance youâd stick with her if you knew who she really was, sheâs been too comfortable hiding behind this âspiderwomanâ persona, hiding who she really is.
you roll the mask up less than halfway, the bottom half of her face exposed to you. the wind hits her skin and she shivers.
minji feels transparent. âi, umââ
âpretty,â you stare hard at her lops, then lean closer. âyouâre so pretty.â
âyou havenât seen my whole face.â
âand yet youâre still kissable.â
ây/n, iââ she cuts herself off, words stopping at her throat as you tilt your head and place a hand where her jaw meets her neck. she begins again, unknowingly leaning closer. âi donât think youâd be happy with the person under the suit.â she mutters quietly.
âsure i would,â you murmur, then press your lips against hers softly. you feel her kiss back and smile into her. you part just barely, your lips ghosting hers, âkim minji.â
minji hums surprisingly when you kiss her again, still reciprocating but quickly pulling away with a gasp.
âw-what? how didââ she clears her throat, âwhoâs kim minji?â
you donât respond to her question, instead, reaching for the edge of her partially rolled-up mask and laughing softly.
âcan i?â
âum,â minji folds when you look at her like that, eyes pleading and face pretty as the moon shines through the window and highlights your features. âyeahâŠâ
you smile at her, removing the mask off her head fully to see your classmate and crush under it. sheâs battered up and her hair is messy because of the mask, plus, she looks fatigued. despite this, she just looks cuter in your eyes.
without warning, you lean in again, pressing your lips against hers. minjis eyes widen momentarily before she sinks into your touch, placing a hand on your cheek and melting into you.Â
when you two pull away again, you grin at the way the moon shines on her, exposing the deep blush on her cheeks and the nervousness in her features.
âwhy wouldnât i want to kiss you?â
âhow did youâ howâd you find out?â
you shrug. âiâve liked you for a while now, i didnât even know it until the night you gave me your hoodie. i mean, i always thought you were cute. i paid more attention to you and all the bruises and scars added up, and i could recognize those lips from a mile away.â
she blushes intensely, the manages to breathe out a small âoh.â
âmhm.â you hum once more before hastily pecking her lips. âyouâre so cute.â
âwait, you actually⊠do you really like me?â
âof course i do minji.â
âitâs not becuase im spiderwoman, right?âÂ
âno,â you grin at her dumb expression. âi like spiderwoman because sheâs you, minji.â
âseriously?â
you groan, looking at her with a stupid âare you seriousâ expression painted on your face. âdo i need to kiss you again?â
âum,â minji starts, but stops herself from being so dense. âyeah, please.â
âokay.â you respond happily, cupping her cheek and closing the distance again.Â
you smell like vanilla and feel like snowflakes in the spring. as you cradle her jaw and kiss her softly, minji tries to figure out if sheâs dreaming. your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer. minji's lips gently hold your top lip, while you play with the ends of her hair, twirling it between your fingers.
âhey, minji?â you pull away to softly mumble against her lips, then minji hums in response. âletâs go out sometime, is that okay?â
âof course, yeah, please.â she sighs lovingly.
yeah, itâs not a dream.
it canât be because you pull away and look at her like sheâs the prettiest flower in a field of nothing. you smile at her, holding her face in your hands like sheâs everything youâve ever wanted and more.
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all stars must die one day
SYNOPSIS: itâs always been him- stupidly perfect and handsome Alhaitham who you saw as the bane of your academic achievements. Three years later and now so much has changed. He misses you. He misses your endless bickering and meaningless fights. Why did you change so much? Itâs a mystery he makes up his mind to resolve.
CHARACTERS: Alhaitham, gossip circle consisting of Kaveh, Tighnari, and Lisa + the rest of the Sumeru cast
TAGS: heavy angst w/fluff, academic burnout, burnt-out gifted kid, mild profanity, gn reader, reader is briefly mentioned to be shorter than Alhaitham, toxic family dynamics, 15.7k+ word count
NOTES: college decisions and my experiences from the past two years really compelled me to write this. If youâre going through burnout, know that youâre not alone and that you can do this.
this took me almost half a year to finish wtf
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Thereâs a comet that crosses Sumeruâs skies only once in a lifetime.Â
Alhaitham had heard some Rtawahsit students discussing it the other day. They were practically buzzing with excitement over the news of its reappearance.
âIsnât this the perfect opportunity?â
âHow lucky are we to be able to witness it?â
âEven our professors are excited about it!â
Alhaitham couldnât care less. The phenomena of celestial events, while dazzling, are easily explained by science. Itâs not like they were anything special either. At their heart, theyâre composed of ordinary materials- rock, dust, water, and ice, plus other chemicals.Â
He puts it out of his mind until heâs rudely awoken one night by loud noises outside the window. A flash of annoyance runs through him as he gets up and looks out to glare at the crowd of students passing through. A glance at their berets tells him theyâre Rtawahsit students. Theyâre trying their best to be quiet, but when itâs practically an entire Darshan on the move, that becomes a difficult task.Â
It seems as if heâs not the only one that was woken up. Other familiar faces are peeking through cracked-open windows. Lisa, Cyno, and Tighnari all yawn while watching the crowd of students pass by before looking at each other and following them. Kaveh, who has just woken up from his spot across the room, gives Alhaitham one last look before leaving.
Alhaitham closes the window and flops back onto his bed. He covers his ears with his pillow and closes his eyes, attempting to fall back asleep. He never cared for what other people thought or did, so why should he blindly follow the crowd? He wasnât even curious anyway.
But for some strange reason, he canât seem to fall asleep. He tosses and turns, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration, before finally getting up to put his restless mind at ease.Â
Itâs easy to figure out where everyone has gone. All he has to do is follow the sounds of chatter. It leads him to the top of the Divine Tree the city is built upon. There, Rtawahsit students are busy setting up their telescopes while others have pen and paper at their disposal for note-taking. Professors guide said students while those from other Darshans watch on in curiosity and gaze at the sky in anticipation.Â
Tighnari and the others beckon him over. He squeezes himself into the secluded corner they claimed for themselves, poking Kaveh with his limbs intentionally in the process. To his surprise, youâre there too. You lean against Lisaâs arm and shoot him a little glare that lacks any real hate before turning back to the sky, glaring at him when he decides to sit in front of you and block your view.Â
âLook!â shouts a student. âItâs started!â
Almost immediately, everybody goes silent. Only the sounds of birds and wildlife can be heard, along with the quiet breathing of everyone searching wildly for it.
(Heâs acutely aware of the warm puffs of air that tickle the back of his neck when you exhale. It shouldnât be this distracting, but it is. Is this your way of getting back at him?)
Thereâs an excited gasp from a girl with her telescope. She wildly gestures toward the sky and Alhaitham sees a bright speck of light out of the corner of his eye. Several smaller meteors zip through the sky, but everybodyâs attention is on the largest one. It outshines all the other stars in the sky as it speeds by, heating up into a white-hot glow and leaving a glittering trail of blue stardust behind. It is a star not of this world, speeding onward toward its destination- toward something greater.Â
âLook,â he hears Lisa whisper. He briefly tears his attention from the sky to see her lean toward you. âMake a wish.â
Alhaitham sees you close your eyes for a moment before opening them again. What did you just wish for?
Itâs gone in just a few minutes, heading toward the horizon until not even a pinprick of its light can be seen anymore. The sky is now dark again. With the main event over, most people begin getting up to return to their rooms. His eyes linger on your form, now walking away. Lisaâs voice from earlier repeats in his head.
âMake a wish.â
Itâs a childish belief not rooted in reason- he knows that. But for just a second, he closes his eyes and makes a wish.Â
He met you at the start of his first year.Â
Itâs too loud here. I want to go home already.
From his seat in the back of the room, he watches as spots gradually fill up as the start time draws nearer. Much to his delight, everybody leaves his spot in the back of the classroom alone, instead opting to sit toward the front.Â
That is until someone sits down in the row in front of him. He looks up from the pages of his book, slightly annoyed. Curses, now he couldnât be by himself anymore. But they leave him alone and keep to themselves as the professor walks in and introduces himself and the class, so he tolerates it.Â
Thereâs a light tap on his desk. He looks up to see you watching him expectantly. Heâs able to get his first good look at you now. Your Akademiya uniform is a little too big on you and the sleeves drape over your hands. Your green hat sits lopsidedly on your head and you have the air of a starry-eyed and enthusiastic first-year student.Â
âYes?âÂ
âThe professor told us to introduce ourselves to those around us,â you explain. âIâm (Name).â
âAlhaitham. Pleased to meet you.â
You nod in response and turn back around. Your professor is explaining the course and handing the syllabus out, but your mind wanders toward the guy sitting behind you whom youâve just met.Â
Heâs cute, you think to yourself. In like, a little kid or puppy kind of way. Heâs still a little short and scrawny- wait, how old is he anyway? Donât tell me heâs one of those child prodigies that got in at a super young age⊠Or maybe heâs just a late bloomer, who knows?Â
A few weeks later, the results of your first test roll around. The 98 scribbled and circled in red ink at the top of the paper makes you nod in satisfaction. Itâs indicative of a good start, but when you take a look at the board in front of the class, you see someone has gotten a perfect score.Â
And it turns out the culprit himself sits right behind you.Â
You glare at the 100% in red ink at the top of his page as if it has personally offended you. As if to further insult you, there was a small âgood job!â written in the margins by the professor that you didnât have on your paper.Â
âA 98? Good, but not perfect. Perhaps you should have studied more,â he nonchalantly remarks after seeing yours. Your eye twitches in irritation.
Oh, it is so on.Â
From that day onward, you swore to yourself that you would beat Alhaitham, no matter what it took. Even if it meant sleepless nights spent hunched over your notes and textbooks, they were all a price you were willing to pay to prove that you were the undisputed best.Â
Soon after, you donât see Alhaitham in class anymore. His seat behind you is left unoccupied and you hear rumors that he opted for self-study instead- whatever that was. Despite that, he still gets top marks in everything, only serving to annoy you and spur you onward.Â
However, you still see him at the library, and frequently at that. Itâs somewhat surprising, considering that the Akasha Terminal has the same function and is more convenient. As a result, the library is mostly empty save for the few students that are there to study materials that arenât entered into the Akashaâs database. Youâre there because you prefer the quiet, focused environment of the library to your dorm, which despite the Akademiya and its students' almost religious devotion to academics, can get a little too rowdy for your liking at times. Plus, you prefer the feeling of a physical book in your hands over its digitized counterpart in the Akasha. It makes it easier to take notes and learn that way.Â
Recently, youâve found a spot in the library that youâve taken a liking to. Itâs located in the back and obscured by bookshelves, giving you some much-needed privacy while you study and itâs located by a window, allowing for ample natural light.
But apparently, someone else has already claimed it, unbeknownst to you.Â
âThis is my spot.â
You donât even look up from your book. The voice alone was a dead giveaway as to who was speaking.Â
âAnd? I didnât see your name on it.â
Alhaitham sits at the seat across from you, purposefully spreading his books and other materials across the desk to push yours off to the side. A satisfied smirk twitches at the corners of his lips when he sees your eyes narrow in irritation.Â
âAre you here just to bother me?â
âIf I wanted to bother you, Iâd find other ways to do it.âÂ
You huff in annoyance and turn the page. He watches you over the top of his book with intrigue as you alternate between reading and taking notes.Â
â... Will you quit staring at me like that? Itâs distracting.â
âOh? So youâre admitting that Iâm a distraction?â
âYou-!â
A sharp hiss to be quiet from a librarian passing by silences you both temporarily. You glare at him accusingly, which he merely brushes off.
Thereâs a reluctant compromise that arises between you after that. Every day after class, you would meet at the same spot in the library to study. You would sit across from each other and work independently from each other until it was time to go, where youâd then say your goodbyes before heading your separate ways. Rinse and repeat and that was what your average day looked like.Â
âSo, whatâs up with that thing between you and (Name)?â
You pause from your studying after overhearing that line and look up. Across the clearing are Alhaitham and a blond-haired man. Kaveh, if you recall his name correctly.Â
âI donât know what youâre trying to imply,â replies Alhaitham.Â
âIs there some sort of competition between you two? Whenever I see you guys, youâre basically at each otherâs throats over test scores and stuff.â
âThere is no such competition. That would be a pointless waste of my time and energy.âÂ
The urge to throw your book at his head across the clearing is strong, but youâll settle for Kaveh giving him a doubtful expression.
âYou say that and yet youâve been putting more work into your studies than ever.âÂ
âThatâs none of your business.âÂ
But for all your efforts, you canât seem to catch up to him. He was always one step- or rather, one point- ahead of you. Heâd always be there, subtly rubbing his achievements right in your face even though the difference is practically negligible at least half of the time.Â
It gets to the point where you begin to rant about your troubles to Lisa.Â
âCan you believe this guy? It makes me wonder if heâs a sadist of some sort that gets a kick out of annoying me.âÂ
Youâre sitting outside in one of the many gazebos around the Akademiya. Despite studying under a different Darshan, you quickly became friends with her.
She laughs lightly at your words.
âTo me, it sounds like your poor heart is troubled! Shall doctor Lisa perform a checkup on you?â
You swat her hand away.
âDonât play with me like that. And youâre not even an Amurta student!â
You hear footsteps coming down the pathway and speak of the devil, the topic of your conversation is walking toward you, his book in hand as always. You watch him out of the corner of your eye. He meets your gaze and holds it for several long, agonizing seconds before looking forward again and disappearing out of sight. You shudder and look away, Lisa chuckling lightly at your actions.
âAsshole,â you grumble. âWhatâs his problem? And did you see how cold his eyes were? Makes me wonder if the rumors of him having a heart of ice are trueâŠâÂ
Lisa hesitates at that.Â
âIâm afraid thatâs where youâre wrong, (Name).â
âHuh? What do you mean?â
She purses her lips and looks off to the side.Â
âItâs hard to explain, even for me. But youâll see and come to understand in due time how acutely aware he is of the emotions of those around him, especially those he is close to.â
You think you understand the meaning of her words a few weeks later when the results of a particularly rough test greet you.
75%
Damn it, you think before roughly shoving the papers into your bag, away from the prying eyes of your classmates. I canât falter here now. I still have so much more to do.
âI can tutor you if youâd like. I donât offer this to just anyone, so Iâd advise you to consider it,â Alhaitham says in the library later that day. You know that most people would kill for this opportunity and you werenât blinded by jealousy to the point where you couldnât see the benefit of his offer.Â
But your pride prevents you from accepting it.
âThanks, but Iâm fine. Iâd rather do this myself.âÂ
Another time, Alhaitham has to get up at a time when he should be asleep. Earlier that day, he had left a book of his behind and forgotten about it until now, leaving him to search the now-dark and empty halls of the Akademiya for where it might be.Â
He happens to pass by the House of Daena on the way and sees a solitary lamp lit in the back corner where he usually frequents. Out of sheer curiosity, he steps inside to see thereâs a familiar figure hunched over the desk, clearly fast asleep with piles upon piles of books and notes stacked around them.Â
Alhaitham gazes down at you with his ever-impassive eyes, silently wondering what to do next. A cold gust of air blows through the library and he shivers slightly. He looks down at your exposed arms, then at his jacket, before taking it off and draping it over your form. Catching a cold would serve you no good and youâd most likely return it to him later tomorrow.Â
Before he leaves, his curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a quick peek at your notes.Â
His eyes widen ever so slightly. Much of the material scattered around your desk was far ahead of what you were and needed to be learning. Did you borrow these books and notes from upperclassmen? The handwriting is a mix of yours and someone elseâs⊠He doesnât see the point in you doing so- itâs all just unnecessary work, in his opinion. Either way, itâs none of his business and you can do as you please, but Alhaitham canât help but wonder if you were doing all of this just to stay ahead- to keep up or even surpass him.
He leaves and you wake up soon after to something warm and soft covering your shoulders. Itâs a standard Akademiya-issued jacket for the fall and winter terms. Itâs way too big on you and the sleeves completely cover your hands. Curiously, you pull it tighter around your form. It smells nice- like old books and coffee- and you suddenly realize who it belongs to. Your face suddenly flushes and itâs not from the warmth of the jacket.
Alhaitham-!
The next day, Alhaitham arrives at his usual spot in the library. Youâre sitting across from him as usual and interestingly refuse to make eye contact with him.
Sumeruâs climate has always been temperate, but the days are getting longer and warmer now. Youâve finally shed your winter uniform for your spring one and with the end of the year rapidly approaching comes major tests. The library is the most packed it's ever been with students everywhere cramming last-minute. Itâs rare to find an empty table now, but thankfully your spot in the back with Alhaitham is still left unoccupied. If not, Alhaithamâs cold glare is more than enough to scare them away.Â
For one of your classes, itâs a project instead of a test. You have the option to choose the type of project, but for some stupid reason, your professor was still assigning partners instead of being able to choose.
âAnd (Name), letâs see⊠hmm, Iâll pair you up with Alhaitham. How does that sound?â
Your blood runs cold and you hear your classmates snicker around you. You want to scream at the prospect of it. Sumeru would sooner freeze over before the two of you cooperate and he knows it. You catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, daring you to say no.Â
You swallow your pride and nod. The tips of your ears burn and at that moment, you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole.Â
â... That sounds fine.â
How humiliating.
Later that day in the library, heâs even more infuriating than normal, if thatâs even possible. His face betrays nothing but you can hear the smugness dripping from his voice and mannerisms. His arms crossed in front of his chest, the way he would subtly look down on you with that know-it-all gaze⊠it all made you want to punch his (handsome) face.Â
âDonât fall behind now,â he says once youâve finally settled on a project.
âLetâs see if you can even keep up with me.âÂ
Your project is relatively straightforward but involves a lot of cooperation between you two. As you work, it becomes an all-too-common sight to see you arguing everywhere you go, much to the irritation of others.
âIâm telling you, this character has to be symbolic of rebirth! Why else would we see it so concentrated in scripts that were dated toward the end of that civilization?â
âYou seem to be forgetting that this has also been seen elsewhere. Besides, there are reasons to believe that it means something else.â
âWhat, did it get lost in translation? If you think youâre so smart, then go ahead and enlighten me.âÂ
You glare at him as he sips his coffee (with milk and two sugars, you note. Just the way he likes it).Â
âGod, can they just kiss already?â grumbles Kaveh from where he sits across the room. Lisa and Tighnari sitting at the same table nodded in agreement.
âMeeting up to work outside of class is normal, but over lunch? Sounds like a date to me,â complains Tighnari while not-so-subtly eyeing the way you animatedly bicker with him.Â
âHey, isnât this Alhaithamâs treat as well?â asks Kaveh. Tighnariâs ears twitch and perk up at his question. He glances at the both of you- Alhaitham just paused to ask if youâd like a refill of your tea, and you said yes- before groaning.
âIt sure looks like itâŠâ
Lisa decides to take matters into her own hands.
âAre you two arguing or flirting?â she asks in a loud voice.
âArguing!â you retort. Alhaitham merely rolls his eyes and steals one of your samosas while you arenât looking.Â
âI saw that! Give it back!â
âToo late.âÂ
Two months, lots of bickering, and lots of coffee later, you present the culmination of your work to the class. For all the headaches and lost sleep you had to endure, your efforts are handsomely rewarded with a perfect score and rare compliments from your professor. And for that alone, it was well worth everything you went through.Â
âGood job. It was a rewarding experience working with you. I daresay that our arguments aside, we make for a decent team.âÂ
You look up to see Alhaitham.
âOh? A rare compliment from the stoic and sharp-tongued man himself?â
âDonât make me retract my words.â
âOuch, how cold of you.âÂ
When you return to your dorm later that night, thereâs a note addressed to you from Lisa.
I overheard one of your professors talking about you and Alhaitham with someone else today- Professor Behnam, I think that was his name? Iâm fairly sure this was after you guys presented because they mentioned that briefly. I wrote this down in a hurry as they were speaking, but hereâs what he said:
They complement each other perfectly. While they both have unmatched erudition and wit, one has the creativity and uninhibited ambition the other tends to lack. However, he is more pragmatic and logical. Despite their differences, they make for a perfect team.
They will surely be among some of the best scholars the Akademiya has seen in a long time.
You end your first year tied for the top of the class with him.
âIâm home!â
âWelcome home, (Name)! How were your last few weeks at the Akademiya?â
Your parentsâ home is as warm and welcoming as always. The house has been freshly cleaned and is practically shining. They take your bags and usher you into the kitchen, where your favorite dishes are sitting on the kitchen table, freshly cooked for dinner with steam still rising from them.
âItâs been fine,â you say. âStressful, but also enjoyable. I like my classes and I get along with my classmates and professors.âÂ
âHow are your grades? Have they been finalized yet?â
You nod and beam them with pride.
âEnded the year at the top of the class.â
Your parentsâ eyes widen and they clap excitedly.
âThatâs our child!â
âAs brilliant and talented as always!â
âGood, keep going! Remember to study for money!â
âI will!â
Your mother leans in close and clasps your hand in hers. âAfter these four years, you should continue your education and become a sage! Maybe even work your way up and become the next Grand Sage!â
You balk at the prospect of it.
âA-A sage? Mom, there are tons of talented people in the Akademiya- thatâs where the best of the best go to study! The chances that Iâll make it to that point are slim!â
Your father clicks his tongue and shakes his head.Â
âNonsense!â he exclaims. âYou ended this year at the top of your class, you know. Besides, you inherited the intelligence of both your parents- Iâd imagine that this would be a doable task for you. Also, imagine how amazing it would be if you were to become a sage! Youâd be the first one in the family! Wouldnât that be such an achievement for us?â
âThatâs not even true! There was someone else who tied with me for the top of the class as well and if Iâm being honest, he has a better shot at it than me!â
Your momâs eyes sharpen and you instantly regret saying that.Â
âHe? So⊠a guy, huh?â
You mentally brace yourself for a barrage of questions.
âWhatâs his name? Whatâs he like? How smart is he? Is he good enough for you? Does he have-â
âDear, stop it,â your father says. âLook, youâre overwhelming them.â
You sigh and shake your head. âFor starters, his name is Alhaitham-â
âAlhaitham? Iâve heard that name somewhere before⊠wait, I remember now!â exclaims your father. âHis grandmother was a Ksharewar scholar. His mother was a renowned Vahumana scholar and his father was a mentor in Haravatat.â
âWas?â you ask. Your father bites his lip and looks away.
â... His grandmother passed away a few years ago and from what I heard, so did his parents when he was young.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
The kitchen is silent for a few moments before your father breaks it.
âWait, (Name), why do you look so surprised? I thought you knew this already, considering heâs your rival and everything! I thought you would at least know something about him.â
âDad, thatâs exactly the point- weâre rivals and I donât want to know anything about him! All that matters is beating him at his own game and thatâs that. Besides, he never tells me anything about his personal life, so why should I do the same?â
âTheyâre right, you know.â
Your father merely rolls his eyes at your motherâs remark.Â
âYou know the rules, donât get too close to him now,â your mother warns. âYou have to do whatever it takes to be the best, whatever? Thatâs what you promised us.â
You roll your eyes. âYes, mom, I know. Iâll do my best to become a sage.â
Your parents lean in to hold you close, your mother giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.
âThatâs our child. Make us proud, ok?â
âI will!â
After a lovely three months of summer vacation (and not being forced to see Alhaitham every day save for the rare occasions where youâd run into him in public- youâd immediately turn the other way and act as if nothing happened), you head back to the Akademiya for your second year. Like last year, you share many of your classes with the bane of your existence, although things are⊠less tense than they were before. The underlying spark of competition is still there, but not as prominent as before.
Alhaitham is pleasantly surprised at how youâve mellowed out over the summer. Something in your eyes has hardened and the way your mouth is set is different now. Youâve lost some of the baby fat in your cheeks (shame, he enjoyed poking and prodding at them, much to your annoyance) and youâve grown a bit taller as well. Heâs grown taller as well and to your irritation, heâs gaining on you. Heâs put on some muscle as well and according to Kaveh, who you befriended over the summer, heâs started learning the art of the sword.
(âWhat for?â you had asked back then. He had merely shrugged.
âToo much free time on his hands, I guess. I thought he was training to be a mercenary at first.â
âI just canât imagine him with a sword. In my mind, I see him toppling over from the weight of it.â
âSame here.â)
On the first day back, you merely greet him with a nod and youâre less opposed to working with him than before- although you canât seem to break the habit of making a sarcastic jab at him now and then.
As the year progresses though, Alhaitham notices a change in you- namely, your test scores. He catches a glimpse of them sticking out of your folder at the library.
85%. 75%. 83%. 79%. Theyâre not as good as they were last year but they arenât a concern for Alhaitham. As far as he knows, youâre still doing good overall and your classes are getting harder. Itâs only reasonable and he hasnât observed any noticeable or drastic changes in your personality, so it doesnât warrant any concern.Â
That is, in his eyes. The same canât be said for you though.
You didn't realize how much time you had spent studying until the library was closed one day. Sitting at your cramped desk with your roommate you barely know nowhere in sight, youâre suddenly aware of how quiet it is. Normally, youâd hear at least something- people arguing down the hall and music playing, among others. But today, it was eerily silent.Â
From the back of your mind, you recall news of a party that was supposed to be happening around this time. Lisa extended an invitation to you but you turned it down, claiming that you had to study. It was a bullshit excuse, now that you think about it.Â
(Lisa had looked at you knowingly when you said that, but not in a good way. Worry was present in her eyes, resigned to the fact that she couldnât do anything.
âAlright,â she had said. âJust⊠donât head down the path I think youâre on.â)
Your pen freezes mid-stroke as a horrifying thought crosses your mind. You now finally understand the true meaning of her words.Â
Have I⊠been making the right decisions? How much have I missed out on?Â
Your books and the allure of good grades tempt you, but you force yourself to evaluate your life so far. You have some of the highest marks in the entire class but you realize you have almost no experience or connections, and that was what really mattered.
All of the studying in the world canât compare to pulling a few strings, after all. Â
Not long after the year starts, Alhaitham notices that youâve started going out more. Youâre spending less of your time at the library during weekends and instead spending time with friends in the city.Â
(âYou actually have a life outside of the Akademiya. Iâm surprised.â
âI should be the one telling you that.â)
 âCome on, (Name), come join us at the tavern tonight! We booked the place and everyone is going to be there! Youâre missing out if you donât, just sayingâŠâ
The familiar voice belonging to a certain blond makes you look up. You huff a sigh and set your notes down to glare at Kaveh, who has been pestering you to go to a party at Lambadâs Tavern tonight. Youâre about to tell him youâre not interested when you stop just short of saying so.
Will I regret saying no?
â(Name), youâre young right now! Take some risks and live life a little, otherwise, youâll have nothing to look back fondly on once youâre all old and wrinkly! That old dusty rock-of-a-friend Alhaitham would say the same thing, you know⊠although, maybe heâd phrase it differently.â
Kavehâs right, you realize. I can make up a test. I can always study later. But Iâm only young for a little while. I canât make up for lost time.Â
âJust curious- whatâs in it for me?â
âOh, the usual. Free food, entertainment, a break from these stupid books, alcohol- oh, and you might get to see a rare drunk Alhaitham there! Doesnât that sound exciting?â
âNo need to venture into that territory. You already had me at the free food part. So, what time?â
Later that evening at the tavern, you realize Kaveh wasnât kidding when he said everyone was going to be there- he really did mean everyone the moment you step inside. Lisa is the center of attention with wide-eyed students gawking at her alcohol tolerance- seriously, how is she not drunk yet?- while Tighnari stands in the corner with his ears folded over and eyes squeezed shut. Cynoâs glare is more than enough to scare anyone away as he leads the fox hybrid upstairs toward a quieter spot.Â
Thereâs enough alcohol being passed around to knock a Sumpter Beast unconscious. You only have a few drinks, not wanting to be hungover on a weekday. At one point, a familiar voice drifts its way over to you.
â(Name), over here!â
Itâs Kaveh, and⊠Alhaitham next to him is drunk from the looks of it? His face is flushed and he stumbles as he walks with Kaveh being the only thing stopping him from faceplanting onto the floor.Â
âI thought Alhaitham could handle his alcohol?â you ask as you sling one of his arms around your shoulder and make your way out the tavern.Â
âHe does, but he tried a new type of alcohol tonight that was stronger than he expected. Fire-something⊠itâs from Snezhnaya, if that explains anything.â
You glance at his heavily flushed face again and sigh.
âYeah, that explains everything.â
After lugging Alhaitham across Sumeru City and up the many steps leading to the Akademiya, youâre prepared to say goodnight to Kaveh and head back to your dorm when you feel something latch onto your shirt. Itâs Alhaitham and even in his drunken stupor, heâs surprisingly strong. Â
âWait.â
âWhat is it?â you ask after a moment of hesitation. His answer is instant.
âDonât go,â he slurs out.Â
Heâs drunk, you remind yourself. Donât take anything he says at face value.
But even so, you spot the opportunity to tease him.Â
âOh? And why is that?â
âBecause⊠youâre one of my only friends.â
You go quiet at that. Nothing could have prepared you for that response. Every witty remark and sarcastic jab you had prepared on the tip of your tongue fizzled out instantly. Even Kaveh, who has no shortage of words when it comes to Alhaitham, falls silent.Â
In the year or so that youâve known Alhaitham for, heâs never been one to get close with people, instead preferring to keep them at armâs length. Most likely, itâs the alcohol inhibiting his filter, but you canât ignore the little flutter in your stomach at his words.Â
âI guess you are one to me as well, Haitham. I-â
âSay that again.â
His sudden demand makes you pause. Despite his drunken state, thereâs a fire in his eyes that briefly makes you question whether heâs sober.
â... I guess you are one-â
He stops you. âNo. Not that. Repeat what you said at the very end of it.â
âHaitham?â
âCall me that again.â
âHaitham.â
âAgain.â
A smile creeps onto your face now that youâve finally caught on. How cute.Â
âHaitham.â
âAgain.â
And secretly inside, youâre happy. Happy that someone considers you a friend for the first time. You no longer feel dehumanized from idolization or isolated from everyone else and you realize itâs what youâve been secretly wishing for this whole time.Â
âGoodnight, Haitham.â
Itâs now a common occurrence between you two to drag each other to activities on the weekends. One day, itâs Alhaitham camping out with you late at night to go stargazing. (â(Name), this is boring.â âYou can go home if you want. I wonât stop you.â âHmph.â) Another day, itâs him inviting you to the various coffee shops throughout the city and sampling their beverages. (âThe shop we went to last week does a pour-over better.â âYou think so too?â)
Another time, youâre heading back to the Akademiya after a day of shopping and playing Genius Invocation (he lost miserably several times in a row to you, much to his embarrassment). Itâs been overcast the whole day and the air has been humid but you nervously brushed off the weatherâs warning signs.
Something wet lands on your cheek. You blink and look up, then at the ground where raindrops are rapidly dotting the surface. You meet Alhaithamâs gaze, the rising panic in your eyes apparently visible because he pulls you toward the souvenir shop, where you both seek shelter against the escalating downpour. Sheets of rain crash against the ground and the sides of buildings and the gusts of wind make the trees sway violently.Â
(You both, like idiots, forgot to bring your umbrellas. In the middle of Sumeruâs rainy season.)Â
You can barely see past your two feet but you can make out something moving nearby, and itâs getting closer. Small, gray, and most definitely sopping wet, itâs⊠a cat?
The small creature pauses and runs as fast as it can toward you. You take your hat off and scoop it up, where it meows pitifully and sneezes. A quick check tells you that the cat is a girl.Â
â(Name), what-â
âLook, Haitham,â you whisper as you shrug your jacket off and dry the cat. âPoor baby must have gotten stranded and lost in the rain. She came running to us for help.â
The cat shakes off the last of the rain clinging to her fur and now you can see that she resembles Alhaitham quite a bit with her gray fur and green eyes. You wonder if she has his attitude as wellâŠÂ
âI wonder if sheâs someoneâs pet cat that ran away.âÂ
âSheâs probably one of the cityâs many strays. I donât see a collar on her.â
âSheâs well-fed for oneâŠâ you grumble, noting her plump belly. âSo, can we keep her?â
â(Name), you know animals, unless theyâre service animals, are not allowed in Akademiya dorms.â
âThat hasnât stopped people though. Someone on my floor snuck their pet cat into the dorms and itâs an open secret among all of us.â
âBut still-â
And then you hit him with puppy eyes. The edges of your mouth quiver and turn down, while your eyes soften and go wide.Â
âPlease?â
His resolve crumbles instantly.
âFine. But youâre keeping it.â
You sheepishly smile. âAbout thatâŠâ
What now?
âMy roommate is a blabbermouth and a stickler for the rules. If I kept her, she would be gone and back on the streets before noon tomorrow.â
âAre you suggesting that I take care of her?â
âAre you against it?â
âTaking care of an animal is a big responsibility, (Name). One that requires time and-â
âI can help you take care of her. With the two of us looking after her, it shouldnât be a problem.â
âI canât tell if youâre being optimistic or oversimplifying the problem here.âÂ
You roll your eyes and Alhaitham looks off to the side.
âIâll have to ask Kaveh-â
âKaveh would be over the moon at the prospect of you bringing home a cat. You know how much he loves animals. This cat will be in good hands under his and our care.âÂ
Looks like he now has no other choice but to say yes. He heaves a deep sigh and looks back up at you.
âFine. Iâll keep her in my room.âÂ
Your face lights up.
âBut first, we need to give her a name.âÂ
You scrunch your brows and think for a moment.
âHow about Thamina?â
âThamina,â he repeats. âMeaning valuable or priceless. It fits well.âÂ
You become a frequent visitor to Kaveh and Alhaithamâs dorm after that. It gets to the point where Alhaitham gives you his copy of the spare key so you could come and go as you please (to which Kaveh gives him a knowing look that he pointedly ignores for his own sake). At first, you primarily visited to take care of Thamina, but at some point, you began visiting primarily for him.Â
Study sessions slowly move from the House of Daena to his room, with him at his desk and you sitting on his bed. Thamina bears witness to the heated debates shared between you two in the late hours of the night and the quiet moments of studying. Alhaitham is there to keep her company throughout the day, but she patiently waits for you after a long day of classes. She watches as you two steal each otherâs belongings and food (occasionally joining in if she smelled fish in the box you brought home from a late-night dinner). When there is a disagreement between you two, sheâs there to help you reconcile in the form of demanding affection and cuddles.Â
But when she and Kaveh are fast asleep, only you two are privy to the heavy conversations that happen once and are never brought up again.Â
âTell me more about your family, Haitham.âÂ
He freezes, then casts a suspicious glance at you over his shoulder.
âWhere is this question coming from? And why?â
You shrug.
âI just wanted to know more about the people that raised you to become the person you are today.â
â... My grandmother raised me,â he says after a moment of hesitation. âI admittedly donât know much about my parents- only that my mother was a renowned Vahumana scholar and my father was a mentor in Haravatat. They both died in an accident, thus leaving me under my grandmotherâs care.â
You make yourself comfortable on his bed and nod, urging him to continue.Â
âMy grandmother was a Kshahrewar scholar. By the time I was born, she had already retired. As such, she had a lot of free time. We did a lot of things together.â
He pauses to recount his fading memories of her.Â
âShe liked to bake. Her desserts were on the sweeter side, but I have the recipes. I can tweak them so theyâre less sweet for you.â
âIâd like that very much.â
âShe liked to cook as well. Iâd often wake up to the smell of food in the kitchen and sheâd be there at the stove. Sheâd make my favorites and always save most of it or the best parts for me. Unlike with baking, she never used any recipes for her cooking. Iâve tried to imitate her dishes, but itâs never exactly the same as I remember.â
Haithamâs bed is comfy, you note. You pull the covers over yourself, feeling your eyelids grow heavier.Â
âWere you a chubby child who was spoiled by grandma?â you tease.
âYes,â he admits.Â
You giggle. âI wish I could have seen you as a kid, chubby cheeks and all.âÂ
There are baby photos his grandma kept that he now has, but heâll never tell you that.Â
âLike you, she was more of a tea person than a coffee person. She liked hers sweetened while I liked mine more plain. She never knew where she left her reading glasses and sheâd always ask me to find them. When I was younger, sheâd read a bedtime story to me every night. If there was nothing we were doing, Iâd spend the whole day on her lap as she read the books of my choosing aloud to me. One of the last things she told me was that I was so similar to my father, both in nature and appearance. And more than anything else, she was kind.â
âYou miss her, donât you?â
âYes. I miss her a lot.â
âYour grandma sounds like an amazing person,â you sleepily mumble. âI would have liked to meet her.â
The last thing you hear before finally drifting off is Alhaithamâs whispered response.
âShe would have liked to meet you too.â
And the next night, the conversation is equally as heavy.
âHey, Haitham.â
âWhat is it?â he whispers back.
âDo you think that.. I donât know, that Iâm not quite who I used to be?â
Alhaitham sets his pen down.
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âDo you think Iâve changed in more ways than one?â
âWell, youâre less annoying now.â
You give him a well-deserved jab on the bicep with the end of your pen. Much to your annoyance, he doesnât even flinch and continues.Â
âThe way I see it, change is inevitable. We all fight and run from it, but it eventually catches up with us. It is neither good nor bad. Rather, itâs what you make of it. But to answer your question, yes. Youâve matured more mentally. Youâve realized thereâs more to life now. Youâre learning how to live life on your own terms now, arenât you?â
Your silence tells him everything he needs to know.Â
âTell me, Haitham. What do you wish for?â
Alhaitham is a simple man with few desires. If all his basic needs and simple wants of books and time to himself are met, then he is content. But your question has him thinking. Is there anything else he wants in his life?Â
And it turns out the answer is yes.Â
âRegardless of how things turn out in the future, Iâd like to be able to continue talking to you like this. Thatâs my wish.â
Kaveh stirs in his sleep. Thamina rolls over and makes biscuits on your lap. A small smile creeps onto your face. You turn away and resume your work. He does the same.
Itâs a mundane scene- two Akademiya students pulling another all-nighter to complete their work. And yetâŠÂ
Yes, this is what I want, Alhaitham thinks to himself. Everything I could ever want means nothing if you arenât here.Â
The spring semester comes around and with that comes the finals grind. Youâve thrown yourself into your studies in a last-minute attempt to save, in your opinion, your failing grades since you arenât at the top of your class anymore. (Alhaitham thinks youâre insane- youâre still in the top five.) As if to rub it in your face, you get a letter from your family one day.
We heard that youâre no longer at the top of your class. What happened?Â
Your eyes and mind glazed over the rest of the letter until the end.
Study harder. You can end it the same way you did last year if you would spend more time on it. Donât get distracted now.Â
A rare instance of frustration flashes through you and before you know it, youâve ripped up the letter and tossed it in the trash.Â
Who told them that anyway?Â
âLisa⊠graduated early?â
The news comes to you over dinner one day when you ask where Lisa is upon realizing sheâs not there. Youâve just finished all your finals and you want nothing more than to relax and catch up on some sleep, but news regarding your best friend makes you temporarily forget about those plans.Â
Cyno nods. âItâs a whole thing now. Theyâre saying sheâs the best student the Akademiya has had in the past 200 years. Once in a generation is what theyâre calling her now.â
You bite your lip and look away. A weak âtell her I said congratulationsâ is all you can get out as envy begins festering deep within you. Youâre ashamed of yourself- sheâs your best friend, for Archonâs sake, you should be feeling excited for her- but you just canât.
Why couldnât it have been me instead?Â
You end your second year third in the class, with Alhaitham at the top.
âWelcome home, (Name).â
The house is a little chilly when you step inside. Dinner has already been prepared- itâs sitting on the table- but it looks like it was made some time ago. Your father ushers you into the kitchen, where your mother waits expectantly, her lips stretched into a thin smile when she sees you.Â
There are the usual dinnertime conversations- how has your day been? Fine, yours? Same old, same old- but they feel stiffer than usual. It doesnât flow and you find yourself internally wincing at the heavy silence between you.
âSo.â
You pause and look up at your mother, who has finally broken the awkward silence surrounding the kitchen table.
âWe heard you⊠didnât do so well at the Akademiya this year.âÂ
You freeze and internally brace yourself for what is to come.
âOnly third this year? (Name), you were first last year, how come you couldnât place first again? Thatâs not so hard, is it? You just have to put some effort in, stop being so lazy, and youâll do fine! Besides, itâs only your second year, what could be so difficult about it? We know youâre smart and that you couldâve easily been first again. Youâre just getting complacent, thatâs all! Do you really want that Alhaitham to beat you at your own game? How humiliating would that be for us? Think of the embarrassment we, your poor mother and father, would face from others in the Akademiya- our golden child (Name), who was once someone people aspired to be, but now nothing but a disappointment!â
âYour motherâs right, (Name),â says your father. âWe have high expectations for you, or should I say, had.âÂ
Their disappointment cuts deep into your soul, yet something quietly snaps inside you. You glare at them one more time before slipping away.
âIâm not hungry anymore. Iâve lost my appetite.â
You go to your childhood room and lock the door behind you. Your parentsâ voices- most definitely talking about you- drift up the stairs and you do your best to tune them out. As if to mock you, hanging on the wall across from you are all the awards you won at academic competitions throughout your life. Trophies, ribbons, certificates, and medals line every bit of space available, all of them with your name and a first-place title proudly engraved onto them.
Now that you think about it, were you really happy with being the best? Your younger self would laugh and say âof course!â, but why exactly?Â
And then the realization hits you. You personally felt nothing being the best at everything. The title, the fake smiles, and the forced compliments from others- they couldnât mean less to you.
You were only happy because your parents were happy. Were you ever happy with yourself- with who you were as a person? You donât know.
Stars live for an incredibly long time, but they too must die out one day. Their reserves of hydrogen gas will inevitably run out and they will either go out with a bang or a fizzle depending on their size. Larger stars go out in a blaze of glory, expanding up to several times their size before exploding and bathing the universe in the remains of their supernova for eons to come, while smaller ones condense from the gravity pushing inward and shrink down into a cold white dwarf, destined to drift across the universe alone for the rest of time. That is your fate, yet you do not know it yet. The last of your fuel has finally been spent, and the end is nigh. Whether you will go out with a bang or fade into obscurity is something only time will tell.Â
Youâve had enough of the stifling atmosphere in the house.
Itâs only been a few days since summer vacation began and youâre already at your witâs end. The heavy silence hanging in the air and their passive-aggressive comments toward you make you want to tear your hair out. Or run away. Maybe both.Â
There are still lots of days left before you start class again. Surely thereâs something you can do until thenâŠ
And then it hits you: traveling throughout Sumeru! You were born and raised in the city, but youâve rarely ventured outside of its borders. This could be a good chance to expand your horizons and gain experience!
So without further ado, you pack your bags, plan a route, and begin your adventures. Most of the time, youâd leave at dawn before your parents woke up and return late at night after theyâd fallen asleep. Sometimes, you wouldnât return for days, instead choosing to camp outside or stay at a friendâs house for a while. From what youâve heard through your neighbors and friends, your parents donât seem to care what youâre doing either. Some of your friends even say that they look happier now that youâre out of the house. The notion stings, but you donât dwell on it for too long.
Thereâs a strange sense of peace you feel throughout your travels thatâs foreign to you. Whether itâs camping out underneath the stars or scaling a rocky cliffside, youâve never felt more attuned to yourself than now. You gradually discover more about yourself that you otherwise would have never known. You like stargazing even more after seeing the expanse of the night sky and all its stars for the first time without the light pollution of the city. You like to swim, as demonstrated when you dove headfirst into a river for the first time and felt the cool waters wash over your skin. Youâre decently skilled with a bow and arrow after Tighnari gives you some lessons and his old bow to keep yourself safe on your travels.
Most importantly, you discover how to find happiness by yourself. After being told your whole life what you could and couldnât do, being able to take control of your life was a liberating feeling.Â
You end up seeing Alhaitham quite a bit during this time. Strangely enough, he was always one of the first people youâd see returning back to Sumeru City. Heâd always give you a subtle nod when he noticed you staring at him before leaving. Sometimes, heâd even be there to wish you a safe trip- no, not sometimes- almost all of the time. Itâs basically a given that heâll be there to see you off at this point. How he hears about it every time, you have no idea but you arenât complaining.Â
âLeaving early as always, I see. Where to this time, (Name)?â
You pause from checking your supplies to see Alhaitham standing behind you.
âIâm heading down to Gandharva Ville to spend some time in the rainforest. But youâre up this early just to wish me a safe trip? I didnât take you for a morning person.â
âIâm not. But someone should see you off each time, and if your parents wonât do it, then I will.â
âY-You⊠how did you know?â
âKnow what?â he asks while stepping around to help you with your bag. âAll I know is that Iâve never seen them send you off or welcome you back.â
âSo be it then,â you grumble. âItâs not as if I care.â
So he doesnât know about our strained relationship yet, you muse to yourself. Thatâs surprising, considering how big mother and fatherâs social circle isâŠÂ
âYouâre all set now. Best you head off before it gets too hot.â
âI will. You take care as well.â
He watches you leave through the city gates until youâre no longer in sight. A rare expression of longing crosses his face then and only after lingering for a few more moments (with his eyes trained on where you once were) does he leave.Â
He was lying when he pretended to be unaware of your family situation. When youâre hailed as one of the best scholars in recent times in a land that has a borderline fanatical dedication to academics, everything pertaining to you will be scrutinized and monitored. Your sudden decision to leave Sumeru for extended periods of time, and the way your parents refused to talk about you or changed the topic whenever you came up⊠it wasnât hard to put two and two together.Â
For your sake, Alhaitham hopes you would return later rather than sooner so you wouldnât have to hear what was being said about you.Â
âYou seem to have gotten good at this,â he remarks over coffee and desserts when you return several weeks later. Alhaitham notices youâve put on some muscle. There are some new scars and the bow slung on your back is an unfamiliar sight as well. âYou would be a perfect candidate for the Adventurerâs Guild.âÂ
You laugh. âNah, itâs not for me. As much as I enjoy traveling, I donât think I could earn my living through it, plus I wonât be able to keep it up once Iâm all old and wrinkly.â
âTell me about your adventures though. Where did you go?â
Your eyes light up and you begin rambling excitedly about your travels. You go into great detail about your time spent in the Avidya Forest and your spontaneous decision to travel to Liyue, which catches him off-guard.
âLiyue?â he repeats when you mention it. âSo thatâs why you were gone for several weeks instead of days. Iâve never been there before. Tell me, what was it like?â
Your smile grows even bigger and your eyes may as well have been stars from how brightly they were shining.
âOh, you shouldâve seen the architecture- actually, wait, I should be telling Kaveh this- but it was so pretty! The food was super good too and a friend I made shared some of her recipes with me. I have a feeling that youâll like them so I can teach you some other time! Ooh, and you canât miss the scenery for the world! Personally, my favorite wasâŠâ
Youâre so caught up in reliving and telling your adventures that you fail to miss the fond look in his eyes and the rare hint of a smile that stretches across his face.Â
Youâre halfway through recounting your way back home through the Chasm when you happen to glance at the clock and the realization begins to set in.
âI have to get going now,â you explain as you hurriedly gather your belongings. âIâm meeting up with some other friends in a bit. But thanks for the coffee and sweets. Hopefully, Iâll see you around again sometime soon?â
The chime above the door jingles as you rush outside and Alhaitham is left alone with his thoughts. With a deep sigh, he takes a look out the window and decides to address the thoughts about you that have been on his mind lately.Â
Youâre annoying, thereâs no doubt about that. You love to push his buttons and purposefully irritate him. Youâre an overachiever and you care too much about what other people think. For the longest time, your whole personality consisted of your academic accomplishments and nothing else. Youâre a people pleaser and you long for acceptance and praise from others- two things he thinks are utterly useless coming from other people. The moment someone questions your abilities, regardless of who it is, you begin to second-guess yourself and waver. Ridiculous, in his opinion. You know your worth and skills better than anyone else, so why are you letting their baseless accusations affect you? Youâre easily affected by rumors and your self-worth is determined by what others think of you.Â
But you have a warm and welcoming demeanor thatâs rare in the cutthroat halls of the Akademiya that draws others to you like a moth to a flame. You enjoy traveling and you have a major soft spot for animals, especially cats. Whenever youâre in the city, you always stop to pet all the strays roaming around, no matter how long it takes. You enjoy sweets- not the overly cloying kind, but the ones that have a touch of sweetness to the point where you can just taste it. Your favorite dessert is the Padisarah Pudding sold in the Grand Bazaar and heâs stopped by so often that the vendor knows his name, face, and order by now. Youâre more of a tea person than a coffee person, but he has your coffee order memorized just in case (iced, with two sugars, a splash of milk, and rosewater) and heâs the one that has been mysteriously supplying your favorite tea whenever itâs running low. He notices you like to ramble about things youâre passionate about (and he willingly- gladly- listens too).Â
And heâs come to realize that maybe youâre not as insufferable as he thought you were. You have a brilliant mind and youâre one of the few that isnât put off by his blunt nature. You donât just tolerate him- you appreciate him, flaws and everything.Â
Youâve always been envious of him- heâs known that ever since he met you. Because of him, you have strived to prove yourself as better in all aspects. A stupid rivalry is what it started off as with your pride getting the best of both of you. But throughout these three years, youâve only brought out the best in each other.
At this point, he doesnât feel complete without you.Â
Heâs well aware of the question hanging over peopleâs minds whenever they see the both of you together. You are the sun, the golden child of your parents who are renowned within the Akademiya and held to the highest level of scrutiny. Their judging gazes, eyes that fixate on every move of yours, comments whispered behind your back- you take them all in stride. Meanwhile, Alhaithamâs presence is glossed over when youâre there. To many, he is just another Akademiya student that they will see in passing and forget about immediately. In that aspect, he is the moon that hides from others. Those who were acquainted with his parents or his late grandmother may recognize him and speak with him, but he mostly goes unnoticed and ignored.Â
But free from the prying eyes of others, Alhaitham is able to sleep peacefully at night. Your fitful sleep, on the other hand, is plagued with dreams of what-ifs and the looming fear of disappointment from others. Youâve always succeeded, not because you craved success, but because you feared failure and how others would react.
The rising moon admires the sun because of the boundless love they receive from others. On the other hand, the setting sun is envious of the moon for his sweetest dreams that they can only long for.
You enter your third year with a sense of apprehension that wasnât there before. Your high hopes for yourself are still there, but theyâve been dashed considerably. But despite your lack of ambition now and your experiences from last year, you still (attempt to) throw yourself into your studies, knowing that this year is where the challenge begins. Your first two years were just warmups, or nothing, according to your parents.Â
Your first few weeks go well, but before you know it, you find yourself lost and overwhelmed by the material.
I⊠donât understand any of this. But how could this be? Iâve spent so much time.Â
Your test scores donât reflect your efforts either.
45%. 50%. 63% 67%. 55%. 38%.
âDamn it!â
You slam your fist onto your desk table as the results of another failed test greet you. You had spent so much time preparing for this one, only for your efforts to be rewarded with a slap to the face.Â
You canât keep going like this. You need help, and desperately at that, but you canât bring yourself to ask for it.Â
Youâre smarter than everyone else, you donât need help, a familiar voice comes into your mind. Youâre the pride and joy of our family because of your grades. Donât let us down now.Â
You look out the window, the heat still simmering in your stomach.
âWhat a load of bullshit.âÂ
â... I saw your test scores earlier today.âÂ
You glare at Alhaitham with poison in your gaze that was never there until now. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he feels strangely uneasy, like his body is warning him to stop.Â
âAnd? Here to mock me for it?â
âNo. On the contrary, I want to offer you my help.âÂ
Oh, the humiliation. Look at how far youâve fallen.Â
âForget it,â you snap. âI donât need your help.â
You get up and leave, slamming the doors shut behind you. It echoes through the House of Daena and the other students there turn to stare at Alhaitham in silent shock. Heâs stunned too. Although you can have quite the sharp tongue at times, youâve never lashed out at him like that before.Â
A few weeks later, the results of another test are announced. Alhaithamâs name sits at the top like it always has. His name is on everyoneâs tongue as they jealously grumble over the results once again. His eyes examine the list, searching for one name in particular, until he finds yours at the bottom of it.
He pauses, then turns around in time to see you storming out. He doesnât miss the looks your classmates give you- mocking, ridiculing, scornful, and disgusted sneers that relish in your downfall. The jealous grumbles about him now turn into titters and sneering whispers with your name now being trampled upon by those that used to extol your virtues. Itâs all noise and it grates his ears until he canât stand it anymore.
âWhat a waste of time.â
The noise stops and everyone turns to look at him.Â
âYou all have the energy to complain about your own scores while making a laughing stock of someone else. Itâd be better spent on improving your own scores- unless youâre just that incompetent?â
Later that night as youâre studying, you get a message from your parents through your Akasha. Itâs the first time youâve gotten anything from them all year. After hesitating, you open the message.
Itâs short and simple but your heart sinks and your temper flares after reading it. You rip your Akasha Terminal off and toss it to the side.Â
Donât come home this year.Â
âI need your help. Iâm asking for a friend.â
Alhaitham looks over his book at you. Itâs the first time heâs seen you all week and to be frank, you look awful. Your hair is a mess, your uniform is wrinkled, and your skin looks dry and dull.
âDo I know them? If not, then I wonât help.â
You roll your eyes and throw your hands up exasperatedly. âOk fine, yes, you know them.â
âWell, why wonât they just ask me themselves? Why trouble you?â
âWhatever, it doesnât matter right now. Just answer the damn question.â
He leans back and knowingly looks at you.Â
âTheyâre going through a tough time right now,â you explain, choosing each of your words carefully. âThey arenât doing good in their classes and theyâre trying to get back on track, but they donât know how to.â
â... This is for you, isnât it?â
Damn, he saw right through you. Were you that obvious?
Alhaitham goes back to reading his book. âI canât say I would be of any use here. After all, Iâve never been in that position nor would I let myself get there.âÂ
You feel your temper flare once more. You clench your jaw and try to reign in your anger before speaking to him.Â
âWell, duh. Youâre also not helping either.â
âReally? I think itâs a perfectly reasonable answer.â
âPut yourself in my shoes for once, would you?â
He sets his book down and looks at you.
âYou asked me for my advice and I told you what I would do in that situation. I donât understand why youâre getting upset.â
âThatâs because itâs not the answer Iâm looking for!â
âThatâs on you for expecting others to somehow know what you want without telling them.â
âYou-!â
You groan and run your hands through your hair. Is it just you or is he being more insufferable today? Canât he read the room for once?Â
He continues. âIf you wanted someone to only tell you what you wanted to hear, a mirror would be a better audience.â
âAlhaitham, all Iâm asking from you is a little empathy. Is that so hard to have?â
âAnd is it so hard for you to stop throwing a hissy fit just because I didnât tell you what you wanted to hear?â
His words are all spite and knives meant to hurt. They lack the usual lighthearted tone he has with you. You feel it coming- the barbed words that are poised to strike and cut deep, but it doesnât help when he begins speaking again.Â
 âYou asked for my help and I gave you advice. Youâre not in a position to be complaining here.âÂ
âYeah, well, your âadviceâ isnât what most people would consider as help.â
He scoffs and looks away before looking at you once more- like heâs looking down on you, you realize. Thereâs something akin to disgust and impatience in his gaze that makes you freeze despite all your sharp words earlier.Â
âHow irrational could you be? You reject everyoneâs help even though you need it and you donât listen to anybodyâs suggestions. Youâre too caught up in the conception that youâre always right and everyone else is always wrong. Youâre childish, (Name), thatâs what you are. Youâre like a child still naive and ignorant, content with playing with their toys and games and ignoring reality. Youâre not cut out for the Akademiya. You never were.â
He laughs and now you realize just how much it hurts when itâs directed toward you.Â
âAnd youâre telling me that my ego is overinflated. No wonder youâre failing everything. Archons, (Name), youâre utterly hopeless. What did I ever see in you?â
The silence that fills the space afterward is enough to make Alhaitham immediately regret his words. You angrily glare at him and Alhaithamâs heart sinks when he recognizes the emotion present in your eyes.
Utter hate.
â... For all these years, I've heard so many rumors about you but chose to brush them off,â you begin. âI was so stupid! I should have listened to them! They say youâre cold and heartless and only now do I realize that they were right. They say youâre not human from how cruel you are- archons, dammit! Look at me!â
The sudden demand makes Alhaitham nervously glance toward you after avoiding your gaze this entire time. You sniff and wipe away the few tears that managed to spill over. Losing your composure in front of him, the perfect and poised genius, was already humiliating enough, but you hold his gaze long enough to let him see. Let him witness the results of his own actions and the prospect of losing someone he cared about (all over again).
âYouâre an absolutely horrible person, Alhaitham. I hope you remember this.â
Alhaitham. Itâs the first time youâve used his full name ever since you befriended him and the implications of it sting.Â
He reaches out toward you. âWait-â
You slap his hand away.Â
âNo, weâre done here. I thought you could at least understand, but youâre just as uncaring and self-centered as everyone else here. And I once thought that you were better than anyone else here, but only now do I realize how stupid I was."
You laugh sardonically one last time.
âMy parents were right. They would have been so much happier if you were their child.â
Alhaitham doesnât see you again for several weeks after that. Itâs as if youâre purposefully avoiding him and it gets to a point where heâs beginning to get concerned about your health and safety.Â
Currently, heâs meeting with Tighnari. Out of everyone, the fox hybrid had the highest chance of knowing with his keen sense of hearing.
âIâm concerned about (Name).â
Tighnariâs ears twitch in response.Â
âThey arenât the same person anymore. Youâve seen it too.â
The fox hybrid sadly nods. âTheyâve been consumed by rage and self-hate. I see it in their eyes and the way they lash out. Theyâre angry at themselves and at everyone around them and itâs completely understandable considering the situation and the response of those they trusted most. Still, itâs not healthy if they continue like this. Speaking of which, were they always this temperamental?â
Alhaitham shakes his head. âNo. To be clear, theyâve always had a sharp tongue but it was always lighthearted. They only started getting truly angry this year.â
âLashing out or displaying signs of anger is often a common symptom of burnout. Iâm fairly confident thatâs what (Name) has. Specifically, academic burnout. But Iâm sure you already knew that, didnât you?â
Alhaitham uncomfortably avoids Tighnariâs prying eyes.Â
Tighnariâs eyes narrow. âLook, (Name) is a great friend to me as well, but why are you telling me about this? Youâre in their Darshan so shouldnât you know more?â
âI havenât heard anything about them either. I got concerned after they didnât show up at the library for a week. From what Iâve heard, they havenât been showing up to class either for the past few weeks, which is strange for them. Iâm asking around- maybe Iâll find something out that way.â
Tighnari shakes his head. âSadly, I donât know why either. If it helps, some people have said they havenât even seen them. Not just at the library or at class but in general. Itâs almost as if theyâve just⊠disappeared.â
Thereâs a moment of silence that passes between them. Tighnari stares at Alhaitham curiously and he rests his chin on his hands.
Alhaitham doesnât have a good feeling about thisâŠ
âSpeaking of which, does the fight from earlier have anything to do with this?â
âYou knew?â
âPlease. When two of my closest friends get into an argument as big as that, Iâm bound to find out eventually. So, did it have anything to do with this?â
â... Yes,â he admits. âI feel guilty and I want to apologize to them.âÂ
âWell, better late than never,â grumbles Tighnari under his breath. The stink eye he sends his way doesnât go unnoticed by Alhaitham.Â
âWhy do you care for them so much?â
The question comes out of nowhere and leaves him reeling.Â
âI suppose itâs⊠because I consider them a friend?â
Archons, that answer sounds even more pathetic out loud than it did in his head and Tighnari knows it.Â
Tighnari heaves a long sigh that makes Alhaitham pause.
âYou absolute lummox!â he snaps. âI always knew you were somewhat emotionally constipated but I didnât think youâd be this denseâŠâ
He suddenly stands up and stares the ashen-haired male in the eye, his tone softer this time.Â
âYouâre in love with them, Alhaitham. Thatâs what youâve been feeling lately.â
Alhaitham immediately scoffs. âNo, that canât possibly be-â
âYou, who hates sharing what you consider yours, share your notes with them.â
âItâs a win-win situation for both of us. Weâre in the same Darshan and weâll be able to learn better from each other.â
âBut them, specifically, when there are countless others that would kill for the chance to learn from you?â
âThey can figure the material out themselves. Plus, I stand to gain no benefit from what they have to offer.â
âWhat, so only (Name) can keep up with you?â
âPrecisely.âÂ
Tighnari sees the opening Alhaitham has created and takes advantage of it.
âAre you sure that youâre still rivals? Even though (Name) isâŠâ
âOf course. Itâs been like that since day one.â
âHuh, thatâs interesting. Because from what I know, academic rivals donât go out to lunch together. They donât go stargazing even though a certain someone finds it mind-numbingly boring. They donât sneak out past curfew and break Akademiya rules on a daily basis, and they certainly donât spend hefty chunks of Mora to make the other happy.âÂ
Tighnari has Alhaitham backed into a corner and he knows it.Â
âKaveh knows as well.â
âAnd?â
âAnd you still let yourself get roped into his schemes to make them happy. Look, I know this isnât a good time to bring him up consideringâŠâ
He gestures at the empty space, a silent indication of Kaveh and Alhaithamâs broken friendship.Â
âBut thereâs no denying that Kaveh did and still does care about you. Why else would he be willing to put in so much time and effort to make them happy? Because in addition to being their friend, he knows that when theyâre happy, you are as well. And if that doesnât mean something, then, I donât know what else does.â
âWeâre just friends,â he argues once again. Tighnari glares at him.
âYouâre an idiot to think it doesnât go deeper than that. You also saw them off every single time during the summer.â
âThatâs what friends do. Besides, their parents should have-â
âUh-huh. Go on, keep lying to yourself like that. Do I have to hit you over the head with a brick in order for you to realize your own feelings? Youâre sounding like a broken record here.âÂ
âI-â
âThereâs no use in denying or lying to us, Alhaitham. Weâre your friends, after all. But the one whoâs going to have to decide what to do next is you.â
He gets up and gives Alhaitham a pat on the shoulder. Before leaving, he looks at him one last time.
âItâs going to hurt even more when you lose them for good. Youâll only wish you could have done something sooner. But I think you already know that by now, right, Alhaitham?â
âDo you know where (Name) is?â
Itâs a rare occasion today- Alhaitham actually showed up for class. But it wasnât to listen to whatever the professor had to say- no, it was to ask your classmates where you went. Heâs been trying every day to find you, but only to no avail.Â
Heâs gained some valuable information, however. Your roommate moved out a while ago, leaving you the sole occupant of your dorm room. He also managed to find your dorm room number after asking some of your âfriendsâ, who after relentless prying, reluctantly opened up.Â
âI canât say for sure, but I heard theyâre in the hospital. They somehow ended up there over the weekend.âÂ
âThe hospital?â he repeats. âDo you know why?â
âNo idea. Sorry.â
He shows up at the Birmarstan after the class ends, fully expecting to see you. He gives the nurse his name and a few minutes later, she returns with an apologetic smile.Â
âSorry, but the patient is not accepting visitors at this time.â
A slight pause. Barely perceptible.
âI see.â
You look at the window to see Alhaithamâs retreating form. The nurse enters your room a few minutes later and crosses her arms.
âHeâs the first person whoâs asked to visit you ever since you came in. Iâm surprised- I thought youâd get more. Most people usually do.â
You pull the covers over your head and roll over. Such is the way of life in the Akademiya. Friendships were formed out of convenience as a way to climb up the ladder later in life. As soon as you were no longer useful or fell from grace like you did, others were quick to abandon you without a second thought.Â
So why did Alhaitham visit then? To you, your relationship (as enemies? Friends? Or evenâŠ) was built solely on how you could assist each other, and nothing more. By your prior logic, there is no logical reason why he should visit you.
UnlessâŠÂ
âIs there any reason why you didnât want to see him in particular?â
Even if your hypothesis proved to be true, it doesnât excuse or undo the hurt he caused.
âHeâs the last person I want to see right now.â
A few days after being discharged from Birmarstan, thereâs a knock from the door that wakes you up from your sleep. Still disoriented, you look up and roll over, opting to ignore it and go back to sleep.
The knocking continues. You cover your ear with a pillow and squeeze your eyes shut even more.
âI know youâre there, (Name). Several people told me so.â
Shit, itâs the last person you want to see right now. Your mood sours instantly and now youâre fully awake.Â
âWhat do you want?â you snap.Â
âI just want to talk.â
It doesnât seem like heâll be going away anytime soon, so you get up, kicking the trash that litters the floor to the side, and carefully cracking open the door. He looks down to see you. You pull the sleeves of your shirt down as he does so.Â
âCan I come in?â
You look behind at the mess that is your dorm.
â... Itâs not exactly clean right now.â
âThat doesnât matter to me.â
You flick the lights on and hide the worst of the trash underneath your bed. He follows you, his gaze traveling around the room. He notices the side with the unoccupied bed is considerably cleaner (that must have been your roommateâs before they moved out, he reasons) and your desk looks like it hasnât been used in a while. He takes a seat at it and examines the table. Your Akasha Terminal is lying in the corner and collecting dust. Your textbook is open to a section that was taught a while ago and it looks like you just started taking notes.Â
(Although, the frustrated scribbles that occupy most of the page have him concerned. Additionally, certain parts of the paper are wrinkled, as if they have dried after getting wet. The shape and spot where they are concentrated in is another cause for concern as well. Were you⊠crying?)
You pull the covers over your form and glare at him.Â
âWell? What did you want to tell me?â
âIâm sorry.â
You pause, then shake your head.
âThat alone wonât be enough.â
âI know. And thatâs why-â
He gulps, his voice shaking toward the end. Itâs just a simple apology, so why is he so nervous?
(But deep down he knows the real answer: this is his last chance to ask you for forgiveness before losing you for good. And it was the thought of losing you, the one that had managed to worm their way into his heart and appreciate him that scared him the most.)Â
âIâm sorry. I really am. I shouldnât have said those things back then. I should have been more understanding of your struggles and, like you said, had some more empathy. I realize that I am far from an ideal friend in many peopleâs eyes and if you feel the same, I will not hold that against you.â
His chest tightens and he subconsciously looks away.
âIâm aware of how people see me- valuing logic above all with a mind fueled by equations and facts over feelings. A genius with no regard or need for others. But Iâm still human. I feel regret and remorse the same way as anyone else. I know when Iâve messed up and when I need to apologize. Now is one of those times, more than ever.âÂ
You turn around and open the blinds, letting the light flood the room before sitting back down, watching him carefully.Â
âI donât want to forgive you. Do you have any idea how long your words lingered for?â
The words sting Alhaitham. Your voice shakes and you feel the familiar burning sensation in your eyes.Â
âBut I know you. I know your bluntness and sharp tongue. You often say hurtful things but donât mean them. Youâre stubborn and slow when it comes to apologizing, even if the guilt eats away at you. You donât wear your heart on your sleeve and youâre not one to dish out praises, leading others to believe that youâre cold and unsympathetic.â
You suddenly lean in, staring into the eyes that had kept you awake at night for so long. His eyes widen slightly and you smile faintly to yourself.Â
âBut I like to think that Iâve gotten to know you a bit. You show that you care with your actions, not your words, but that takes time- time that most people arenât willing to give because of their first impression of you. You take the time to learn about the people you care about and prefer acts of service to words of affirmation and physical touch as your love language. You show that you care in a way of your own.
âSo yes. I forgive you.â
Alhaitham finds himself sighing with relief. Yet a question still lingers in the back of his mind.
âWhy?â
And there it is again, for the first time in a long time. Your smile. Itâs a little stiff and awkward, as if you havenât smiled in a long time, but itâs undoubtedly yours.Â
âThe same reason. I missed you too.âÂ
And now begins the uncomfortable process of recovery.Â
âHow long were you gone for?â
â... Longer than Iâd like to admit. Catching up is going to be a difficult task, isnât it?â
âI wonât sugarcoat it; youâve missed a lot.â Alhaitham flips through your books and notes from prior years. âHowever, you have a strong foundation from your earlier years. That should help you. But first, let me ask you a few questions so I can outline a study plan for you.â
You raise your eyebrows at his statement.
âYouâre taking this quite seriously, arenât you?â
âNaturally,â he replies. âWhy wouldnât I?â
âKnowing you, youâre not the kind of person to go out of your way for others,â you grumble. âSo going to such lengths just for meâŠâÂ
âYou discredit me if you think that I would do that. But why do you think you felt burnt-out in the first place?â
You look out the window and think for a bit.
â... I think itâs because of my own pride. Had I asked for help earlier on, I have a feeling I wouldnât be in this position, or things would be better, at least,â you admit.Â
âBut itâs more than that, isnât it?â
You sigh and hold your hands out in defeat. âYou surely know more than youâre letting on. But I think itâs also because I never learned how to study.â
Alhaitham pauses at that. âReally?â
Thereâs no mockery or derision in his question- just curiosity.Â
âPeople goaded me on as a gifted child and I was expected to somehow know how to do everything perfectly the first time, you know? Itâs just how things were.â
âWell, thatâs something we can fix for sure.â
Your first few days back are the worst. Whispers and stares follow you wherever you go and your professors, who once showered you with praises, look at you strangely or even ignore you.Â
âDonât mind them,â he says when he notices you sulking in the library later that day. âYou and I both know thatâs just the way the Akademiya is. Weâll see who gets the last laugh.âÂ
Much to the envy of your classmates, he also personally tutors you in all your classes. He accompanies you to all your classes (even the ones he isnât taking) and sits in on them, whispering and writing little notes of clarification and elaboration.Â
Bit by bit, you see your scores slowly improve. Alhaitham teaches you an array of study techniques, many of which have been personally vetted by him.
âTry each of them out,â he says. âDifferent techniques work for different people. There is something out there that works for you.â
Heâs able to bear witness to the fruits of your labor one day when he hears your excited footsteps running toward him.
âHaitham, look!â
You practically shove several papers into his face. âI got a perfect score on the latest exam! And guess what? I tied with you, meaning that I also placed first!â
A rare smile, solely reserved for your eyes, creeps onto his face.Â
âGood job. Your score is well-deserved after all the hard work youâve been putting in.â
He sees it now. Slowly but surely, youâre regaining bits and pieces of your old self. Youâll never be exactly who you once were, but thatâs ok. Youâll pick the broken yet salvageable parts up and put them together to create something new yet still distinctly you.
He only looks forward to seeing what youâll become in the future.Â
Youâve finally graduated.
Itâs a joyous occasion today, filled with speeches, hugs, and promises to keep in touch. Families and friends crowd outside the Akademiya to congratulate their loved ones. The diploma in your hands and the cords around your shoulders are a sign of your achievements and your persistence despite all the roadblocks you faced along the way.Â
Your heart feels simultaneously burdened and relieved. You had graduated squarely in the middle of the class. You knew it was something to be proud of, yet that part of your former self that you could never suppress couldnât help but feel disappointed.Â
Not that it really bothered you anyway. When you walked across the stage to the smattering of applause accompanying your name, you had immediately locked eyes with Alhaitham in the crowd. He was clapping, but what caught your attention the most was the smile he sent your way. It wasnât one of his once in a blue moon microscopic ones.
No. It was one where you could see a sliver of his teeth and where the edges of his eyes crinkled from it, the sight of which sent your heart ablaze. There was pride in his gaze and in that moment, you felt as if everything had been worth it- even if it wasnât the outcome you expected.Â
And when he walked across the stage, you were the one to clap for him the loudest.Â
You push your way through the heavy crowds, searching for one person in particular. Heâs not anywhere in the crowd, so you head down the walkway and there you see him. Heâs waiting for you with a large bouquet of flowers in his arms.
âTook you long enough,â he remarks. Alhaitham holds out the flowers to you and you accept them gratefully.Â
âOh, you remembered my favorite flowers!â you exclaim as you examine the bouquet. âI have something for you as well.â
You hand him an envelope and he eyes it curiously when a voice interrupts you.Â
â(Name).â
You hear an awkward cough behind you and you turn to see your parents. They stand there awkwardly, fidgeting with their hastily-purchased bouquet of flowers that pales in comparison to what Alhaitham got you.Â
(You donât even like the kind of flowers your parents got for you and youâve told them that beforeâŠ)Â
âCongratulations on gradu-â
âOh, you must be Alhaitham!â
Your motherâs sudden remark takes all of you by surprise. She rushes forward and eagerly shakes his hand.
âIâve heard so much about you! You just graduated and youâve already made a name for yourself in Sumeru as a genius! How incredible is that? Ah, if only my child here could learn from you, but theyâve already graduated, so itâs a little too late for that nowâŠâ
You bite your lip and look away. The action doesnât go unnoticed by Alhaitham. He retracts his hand.Â
âIt was nice to meet you. Weâll be taking our leave now.â
âWeâll?âÂ
Alhaitham ignores them in favor of holding your hand and leading you away.
âI think a celebration is in order. The owner of the stall that sells your favorite Padisarah Pudding is offering us free dessert today.âÂ
The heaviness that was hanging over you just a moment ago is now gone.
âFree desserts? Iâm in!â
âThen itâs settled.âÂ
Later that night, Alhaitham remembers the letter you gave him earlier and pulls it out. He glances at the clock. Thereâs still time before he has to leave and meet up with you.
Dear Alhaitham,
Thank you for being by my side throughout these four years when no one else was. I owe my entire academic career to you. Perhaps even my entire life. I donât know if Iâd be writing this letter if it werenât for you.Â
When I saw you on the first day, I wondered what you were doing here. You were short, scrawny, and shy back then. I thought you were one of those child prodigies. Who knew youâd turn out to be the buff man skilled with the sword that I know todayâŠÂ
Honestly, I didnât think that you would help me. You were the envy of our class, unlike me. I wouldnât be surprised and I wouldnât blame you if all that praise got to your head. I guess I didnât know you well enough back then, though, because you defied all of my expectations. Not only did you not care for status or fame, you also took time out of your own day (which I know you hate doing) for me.Â
You really are an enigma, Haitham. Youâre a person with several layers and hidden secrets like an intricately-designed mechanism. But I think thatâs one of the reasons that drew me to you. Everyone has their own secrets and burdens. By slowly learning more about each other, you learn more about yourself.Â
You and I, we are inseparable now. Earlier today, I had someone come up to me and ask where you were. They were surprised that you werenât next to me like always. At first glance, we seem more different than similar, especially with our contrasting personalities. But take a closer look and theyâll see that we share more in common than in differences. Opposites attract, but similarities bind.Â
Like those dusty old philosophers and figures that we had to learn about in class, we are parallels of each other. You are simultaneously my biggest critic and supporter. My biggest rival and confidant. My biggest headache and source of comfort.Â
But most importantly, you are my biggest friend.Â
Remember that one night where I asked you what you wished for? You had said that you wanted to keep talking to me regardless of how things turned out in the future. I didnât really have a response at the time, but now I finally do.
My wish is selfish. I wish for you to stay the way you are. A little arrogant, blunt, curious, and caring in your own way. Because I canât imagine a future without you in it now.Â
With all my love,
(Name)
The house is too quiet for Alhaithamâs liking. He appreciates silence when working and Kavehâs incessant noise from working on projects at midnight is downright irritating, but there is a time and place for everything.
Now is not that time. Thamina is sleeping on the cushion next to him. Kaveh is out in a meeting with a client (for once) and youâre-
âIâm home!â
Speak of the devil, there you are. Thaminaâs eyes open and she jumps off the cushion to greet you with a loud meow and a head rub against your legs. Alhaitham takes his headphones off and sets his book down before getting up to greet you after a long journey back from Mondstadt. Youâre tired, your uniform is wrinkled, and your Kamera has been hastily shoved back into its case, but Alhaitham has never been more grateful to see you.Â
âMissed me?â
âYouâve been gone for too long,â he grumbles before pulling you into a tight hug and burying his face into the crook of your neck.
âLove, it was only for a month!â
âMy point still stands.â
You scrunch your face up and eventually manage to wiggle your way out of his grasp. Itâs been a few years since youâve graduated. Alhaitham has dutifully taken on the responsibilities of the Akademiyaâs Scribe while you now work as a reporter for a newspaper company. You love the job because it puts your Haravatat degree to good use and you get paid to travel, although you donât like the part of being away from Alhaitham for extended periods of time.
âAre you still up for dinner and dessert even though itâs getting late?â
âAt my favorite place?â
âOur favorite place,â he corrects.
âOh, you like it now as well? Did some of my tastes rub off onto you?â
âThe pudding runs I went on for you did that a long time ago.â
Comets are ephemeral in nature. Some of them are only seen once and then gone, lost in time and never to be seen again. But occasionally, in a twist of fate, they can be rediscovered although it may take hundreds or even thousands of years for them to return.
That comet he had wished upon several years ago had finally returned to him.
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Supersons +1 prompt answer
If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.
On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.
Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.
Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"
At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.
And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?
"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.
"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."
"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"
Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.
The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"
"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."
"They are."
"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"
"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."
"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"
Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"
Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"
"Typical."
"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."
"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."
"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.
Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.
@impyssadobsessions
#damn that was a good ride guess#we'll die now that's pretty cool#dpxdc#danny fenton#danny phantom#dcxdp#dp x dc#damian wayne#jon kent#i don't nkow what im doing#im an amateur writer plz forgive me#inspired by prompt#still dont know how to do this stuff#uhh the only media i've watched with these kids is Battle of the Supersons 3D movie#it was pretty good#but man the fact that the kids just chill on the watchtower as it crashes to earth and they're like and i'm like WHAT YOU'RE 13 YEARS OLD N#unless ur name is Danny i guess since the original show has him be hilariously chill about a lot of things including his parents trying to#bitchslap him with ghost guns#supersons#soup persons
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rivals to lovers with dave lizewski maybe..?? like shes super duper smart and they get paired together on a project and they start bickering because dave is kind of being a dumbass but it ends rlly sweetly!!!
OMG if I wasn't bit busy today,I would've answered you so much sooner!!! I LOVE this!!
Dave Lizewski x nerd!reader
Prompt: rivals to lovers
Warnings: cursing,reader is described to have female parts but no pronouns are actually used,Dave being a bit of a perv,mentions of drug(marijuana) use
Summary: You and Dave always hated each other,or maybe that's just what you both told yourselves.
You and Dave have hated each other since the sixth grade,both for the same reason.You both believe you're smarter than the other.
You were both pretty smart in the same fields,and always end up fighting over who has the right answer.
You also hated his big goofy grin and his stupid glasses,you hated how they made you feel,how no matter where you went he'd probably be there too,and you definitely hated his curly hair.You hated how much you wanted to run your fingers through the unruly locks.
Dave hated all the same things about you,your smile,your eyes,your hair,how he'd see you everywhere.Though,since you both started going through puberty and you started to 'fill out',he kept catching himself staring at you (more specifically your tits and ass) and he absolutely hated it.
So when you were paired for a project together in Science,both of your jaws dropped slightly as you look at each other.
You scoff as you look away,crossing your arms as you slump in your seat.
'This is fantastic.' Dave thought as he looks back up at the teacher,his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.
_
"You two are pairing up in science?" Todd asks as the three boys into Atomic Comics.
"Yeah,I thought you two like- despised each other." Marty says with a huff of amusement as they sit at their usual booth.
"We do! That bitch Mrs. Parsons paired us up!" Dave says,his voice cracking slightly,sounding a bit like a child who didn't get his way.
You hear the familiar voices from across the comic book section and look up,a bit of a scowl forming on your face as you see Dave.You huff softly and hurridly grab the few comic you had already picked out before heading over to the cashier,paying for them quickly before leaving.
Dave had heard the door but didn't see who it was that left,so he just shrugs slightly and goes back to talking to Todd and Marty.
-
A few days later,you find yourself sitting in Daves room with him at his desk,your eyes scanning the room for a moment,taking in all of the nerdy memorabilia everywhere.
You couldn't help the small flutter in your chest at a few of the things you saw from some of your favorite movies/shows/games/comics.'What the fuck?!' you thought as you felt your cheeks heat up slight when you look at him,utterly confused as to why you were suddenly feeling this way until the blush and flutter vanishes,noticing that he got something wrong.
You point at it,shaking your head slightly. "That's wrong. A hypothesis isn't an explanation for events or facts,that's a theory.A hypothesis is an explanation based on limited facts and the base for certain investigations." You say,looking at the paper.
Dave scoffs softly as he looks at you. "No,you're wrong. You've got it flipped."
You look at him,your brow furrowed. "No,you're wrong."
After about 10 minutes of back and forth 'no you are',Dave huffs and jerks open his laptop and clicks on the search bar,his fingers moving quickly over the keyboard.
"See? I told you." you say after reading the definition google pulled up for hypothesis and theory.Dave huffs again before looking down at the paper,erasing what he had put down.
"Whatever.." he mutters softly to himself,suddenly feeling a bit flustered,his bottom lip sticking out slightly in a faint pout.
You sigh and lean back in your seat as you start looking around,the same feeling from earlier bubbling in your chest again.
_
Over the course of the next week,your hatred for each other slowly dissipates and turns into something else and everything you hated about each other slowly became something that you both secretly loved.Though,the only people that didn't seem to notice was the two of you.Even your best friend noticed,and she isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed,probably because of all the pot she smokes.
She noticed how you all of a sudden wanted to spend time with Dave after years of being openly annoyed and irritated by him,even if it was supposedly just for the project.
"Do you like- have a crush on Dave now or something?" Sarah asks,her eyes red and her voice a little dawn out as she lays on your living room sofa,the room faintly smelling of weed and smoke.
"What!? No,of course not! I just- Don't hate him as much anymore." You say,sounding like your trying to convince yourself more than you are her,your cheeks burning bright red.
Sarah looks at you with a cocked brow,clearly not believing you. "Right.." She says before relaxing into the sofa again.
Maybe you did have a small crush on Dave...
Maybe that's how you found yourself here.In Daves room,not knowing how to act around him now that you're aware of your 'little' crush on him,your cheeks dusted pink.
Dave felt the same way,awkwardly shifting in his seat as you both write things down for your project,stealing little glances at each other.
Though,Dave lets his gaze linger for a bit,letting his eyes roam over your side profile and outfit.His eyes pause though,his cheeks burning a bit more when he notices the amount of cleavage your shirt showing,a familiar stir starting in his jeans.
He snaps his gaze away from you and looks down at the paper as he subtly adjusts himself in his jeans and shifts in his seat,his brain trying to conjure anything up to make him feel less turned on.
'god,get it together man..' he thought as he leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his hair.He looks at you again,noticing you zoning out,lost in thought.
He reaches forward and gently shakes your shoulder,making you turn your head to look at him. "Sorry.." you say as you lean back as well.
"It's alright.We should probably take a brake anyway." Dave says as he starts to put away their stuff for their project away.
You look at him confused.'He's never wanted to take a brake,why does he want to now?' you thought but you don't say anything,instead you just start putting your own stuff in your bag.
-
It's now been 20 minutes and neither of you have said a word,Daves room filled with an awkward silence,the air so thick with tension you could cut through it with a knife.Dave is holding a comic book,pretending to read it.You on the other hand are just sitting there,staring at Daves hands.
"I can't take this anymore." He says suddenly as he tosses the comic onto his desk and turns to you.
"Take wha-" you start but your words are cut off when Dave grabs you by your cheeks and smashes his lips into yours.
You stay frozen for a moment,eyes wide and cheeks red,before slowly easing into the kiss,gently placing your hands on his shoulders.You feel his glasses gently digging into your cheek and bump against your nose,but you really didn't mind.All you were thinking of was how soft his lips are and how he tasted a bit like the grape soda he had drank earlier.
Dave could taste the hint of strawberry on your lips from your soda he bought you earlier and it took everything in him to keep himself from just shoving his tongue down your throat.Instead,he keeps the kiss going a few seconds longer before slowly pulling away.Your lips chase his slightly before you pull away as well,opening your eyes to look at him.
His glasses were slightly askew and his cheeks were dusted pink,making your lips turn up a bit as you reach up and adjust his glasses,which had visibly caught him by surprise.He had expected you to hit him or at least yell at him,but instead you were fixing his glasses and smiling at him,which in turn made his cheeks burn brighter and that grin that you've grown to love curve his lips.
"I wanna take you out on a date tomorrow..Is that okay?" he asks,smiling more as he watches you nod before kissing you again.
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â psycho killer êŁà§â§âË.
warnings: chb setting, graphic violence, insane behavior, seduction-ish, two make outs pairing: ghostface! luke castellan x ghostface! daughter of aphrodite a/n: after ages Iâve finally finished this đđđŒ
a ghost mask, a hunting knife, two beloved campers.
typically at camp when you heard anything about the hermes cabin counselor or the favorite daughter of aphrodite the mind would go to the perfect coupleâ and as this was indeed true, it wasnât how they expected. one hundred percent not. It was almost obvious, the murders at camp. It wasnât like you were trying to fully hide them, of course not. all the assholes you killed deserved to get their bodies shown on full display, to show off your handiwork. It was almost surprising how nobody knew the mastermind behind these perfect kills
the campers chosen for your bloodlust rage werenât randomly selected this is why. each belonged to a certain point in your life, to a certain experience. such as an ares kid who threw you to the ground during a sparring session, or one of your siblings who made fun of your looks (in your defense an awful hair day, but who the fuck where they to be talking their outfit was three seasons out!), or a stupid athena kid thinking their the smartest in camp all âI know rocket science Iâm better than everyoneâ bullshit. they mightâve got the worst of it. but there was more than just those threeâ youâd claimed the title âserial killerâ at this point. your killings didnât go unnoticed though because luke castellan saw through your innocent act. how youâd be the first to every scene, how youâd dramatize every action trying to help mourn over the loss of many different campers who lost their lives to your hands. and he was surely not going to let you do this alone
tonight you had a conquered a perfect scheme with your partner in crime. thoroughly planned over the course of september, halloween night, campers busy with activities and your victim busy getting totally gutted!
âare you sure this plan is going to work?â
âare you serious?â you cross your arms and glare at your boyfriend âIâve been working on this for a month and a half if this doesnât work thatâd be unlikely. and donât you trust me?â
luke laughs softly and takes a step towards you, placing one hand around the small of your back, the other gloved hand cupping your jaw before youâre pulled in for a feverish kiss. and when he pulls away with a smirk against your lips he mumbles, âwith my lifeâ
you slip your knife from atop your bed into your hands. âthen letâs do thisâ
âËâżË°
It was dark outside. a stygian hue filling the sky along with the small bright stars and the dull brightness illuminating from the moon above. not only was it dark it was fucking cold. though it was mid fall so you shouldnât have expected anything less. In your lacy pink dress, you barely had anything on which wasnât helping your cause either. with every step leaves crunch beneath you, left, right, left, right. until you at last reach your designated spot where your victim waits, paper in hand, twirling it around his fingers. you come up as quietly as possible behind him (or the tree behind him, whatever)
act i: currently in session
you put on your best Iâm-so-happy-to-see you smile when you get close enough. âhey youâ
the hepheastus boy turns himself with a seductive looking smirk. yeah you know exactly how this is going to go. youâd heard a rumor spreading through camp about this boy, apparently heâs a player, paying girls to have sex with him (which apparently isnât a big deal but it might once stds start spreading, gross). regardless of this one reason you hated the boy anyways so it didnât matter to you
his gods awful expression make you want to vomit on the spot, nonetheless you power through. âI was hoping it would be you. I always knew that stupid boyfriend of yours was a dudâ
you roll your eyes and scoff. âugh, I know right, heâs so patheticâ
you take the paper from his hands: a note written by your sister to meet her here. you throw it somewhere on the ground and fumble your fingers with the collar of the boys shirt, while his dirty hands wrap tightly around your hips
âare you gonna kiss me or what?â you mumble when your lips are close enough. but itâs almost as if the boy is aware thereâs more to this meet up. doesnât matter because once he hungrily connects your lips at last he wonât remember a thing
act ii: in the process
It was utterly disgustingâ the way you let his hideous boy touch you, his hands gripping tightly over your dress in hopes it may disappear at any given moment. could this process take any longer? you began to wonder if your boyfriend had left you yo handle this on your own. yet at the same time you knew he wouldnât let this idiot boy get away with putting his hands on you
you take matters into your own hands for the time being. while the hepheastus boy sucks along your neck you reach to your thigh where you had strapped your dagger. and almost as if on queue luke appears from within the bunches of trees. or so you hopeâ you donât know for sure who it is until the ghost mask comes off. slowly but surely, through your sighs you manage to get the metal to the fabric of his shirt. luke gives you a nod indicating to make your move, quickly you shove the weapon into the boys abdomen, crimson liquid instantly pouring over your dress and the grass. the boy tightens one hand round your dress, the other touching the knife placed in his stomach. his head lifts from your shoulder to look up at you, the same blood pooling out from his mouth
and itâs heavenly, the sound he makes as he falls to the ground in agony, attempting to plea for you not to let him die, but of course you canât hear over the liquid in his mouth all he can do is spit it out. you smirk and crouch down to his level admiring your recent work, then looking up to luke. âwanna do the honors?â
act ii: completed
he takes his mask off, shoving it into his robes pocket before taking your hidden ax from behind the tree. âwhat do we do once weâre done with him?â
âwe burn him. once heâs all ash thereâs no proof he was murderedâ
you stand up from your spot on the ground, looking at the amount of blood that had fallen onto your dress. you frown but ultimately chose to ignore it, that was a problem for later. for now, the last task of the night was to properly dismember the body and take it back to hermes cabin for burning. you feel a sudden ecstasy as his limbs disconnect, one by one, legs, arms, torso, head, feet, hands, until he was nothing but bits and pieces. even better, it was none other than your lovely boyfriend that had completed this process, instantly making your knees weakâ even better than this, however, was his blood adorned face, how badly you wanted to kiss all of it off slowlyâŠ
and you can. when he throws the ax on the ground and walks towards you, his hands resting against your hips as he pushes you back against the tree. you moan in utter delight when luke finally attaches his lips with yours (this elicits a laugh from him). your whole body practically curves into his, you throw your arms around his neck tightly to keep him as close as humanly possible. his hands find themselves trailing down to your thighs and back up underneath your dress. the heat of the moment is palpable (though this probably isnât an exaggeration as his fingers twirl around your underwear, taking his time as he slide them off), in a needy manner you tug his hair gently, and if it werenât for his hands on you, your knees surely wouldâve gave out and you mightâve collapsed by now. his tongue traces over your bottom lip, you can taste the blood, and you need more of it, whether that was his touch or the taste of the crimson liquid youâve grown to love
âyouâre perfectâ he rasps against your lips, before disconnecting them and trailing down your neck âgorgeousâ
he reaches your pulse point and keeps his lips there longer, for sure making a mark for you to struggle to cover up later. he bites down carefully on your skin, making you moan in response, in addition to this he grinds his hips into yours, evoking more soft sounds from your mouth. you stop him for only a moment to murmur, âyâknow, thereâs nobody in my cabinâŠâ
and that was enough confirmation for the both of you to discard of the dismembered body for someone to find the next morning, and to settle (or not so much) in cabin ten for the night
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Quantum Shift : From Friction To Fusion
Yunho X Reader
WC : 3.1k
TW : Enemies to ???, Brothers best friend Yuhno, Teasing, nickname (Sunshine) masterbation, fingering, mind games,
You could pin point the exact moment, you decided you hated Jeong Yunho. It wasn't when you were 4 and he stole your butterfly net, or when you were 7 and and he used all the slides for your microscope without asking. It wasn't when he copied your science fair project or when he removed all the labels from the bottles in your micro-chem kit. No the moment you felt pure, unbridled hatred for Jeong Yunho was when you were 13 years old and he announced that he would be going to MIT for physics when he graduated high school. That wouldn't have been a problem if that wasn't your exact plan as well. And how did Yunho know your plans, well you could thank your big mouth twin brother, and Yunho's best friend, Mingi, for telling him every aspect of your life.Â
You learned from an early age you would be stuck with Yunho in some compacity of life with how close him and Mingi were. But you thought it would end after high school. You thought college was going to be a fresh start for you. No longer competing with him, no longer trying to be one step ahead of him. All through high school you pushed yourself. You didn't party, you studied like it was your life force. In the end it was all for not. Sure you graduate with a 4.0 but Yunho beat you by 1 point for valedictorian. When acceptance letters go out, Yunho gets his first and of course he got into MIT. Your's comes three days later, along with Mingi's. All three of you getting accepted.Â
Sure MIT wasn't huge but you thought you could at least avoid Yunho durning the day. It didn't help that you knew he would be at the apartment you shared with your brother 90% of the time. So your anger was justified when Yunho's dumb face showed up in more than half your classes that first day. His face breaking into a smug smile as he sat behind you, leaning forward as he did to say "Its just like old times" knowing it would get to you.
That was two months ago, and you haven't said one word to him since. Not a single word spoken in class, not one hello muttered when you leave your bedroom and find his lengthy frame on your couch with Mingi. Not even a look back at him now as you'r sitting in a stuffy lecture hall in a Modern Astrophysics class with Yunho's foot tapping the back of your chair. You refuse to acknowledge that the action is getting under your skin, doing so would give him the satisfaction he is looking for and you will not give that to him. He has been doing these little things over the last two months to try and get you to break, to talk to him. Â
When your professor is done explaining a new paper you have to write and ends class you quickly make your way to the library, checking out the books you need and finding yourself a table to spread out on with your laptop. It's a Friday evening after 6pm, it's practically empty so it's noticeable when Yunho's 6 foot frame makes its way across the rows of book shelves and to a table two rows across from you. You try your best to ignore him, even thought you can feel his eyes on you. Finally looking up and meeting his gaze you watch as he holds your stare, eye brow hitching up and a small smirk playing on his lips. The site of him infuriating you to your core.Â
You throw yourself into your paper, determined to finish it tonight. You had but in your headphones, allowing Franz Gordon's piano melodies to take over your subconscious and focus. Before long you have finished typing the last sentence of your paper. Looking at your watch you realize it's past 1am. You groan as you start to gather the books you were using to put them back. You allow your eyes to shift up for half a second to notice Yunho is no longer there. The table he was occupying now sits empty. You don't spend to much time thinking about when he left or where he went. If he finished his paper or not.Â
After putting all the books back you quickly gather your things and make your way to the apartment you share with your brother. Quietly making your way inside as it's almost 2am now and you know how cranky Mingi gets if he's woken up. You quickly wash up and get yourself ready for bed. You can feel the exhaustion deep in your bones as you crawl into bed. Setting your alarm for 7am and turning on your white noise machine to help drown out any snoring that is garunteed to come from Mingi's room at some point in the night, your sound asleep before a minute even passes.Â
You'r first thought when you jerk awake in the morning is that someone in your apartment is working with machinery. The loud whine-grinding noice coming from down the hall is obnoxiously loud. The second think you notice is the sun isn't even all the way in the sky yet. You reach for your phone to check the time and notice 1) it's only 5:15am on a Saturday morning. 2) You have about 5 missed calls from Mingi and 2 from a number you dont have saved in your phone around 2-2:30am. You think how that's odd since Mingi was home in bed with you. The whining grinding noise cuts through your thoughts again. You'r going to kill your brother for waking you up this early on a weekend.
You kick off your covers and stomp your way out of your room. It was too early for your brother to be making all this kind of noise. Rounding the corner, rubbing the sleep from your eyes you start your beratement of him "Mingi, its Saturday at 5am, its way t-" the words die in on your tongue when you take in the site before you. It in fact is not your twin brother, but his best friend, all 6'1" of him. Your mouth gape's open like a fish out of water before you snap it shut. He's shirtless, grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, his hair tussled from sleep. 'Why are his arms so big' you silently question as your eyes take him in. You would never admit it out loud, but Yunho had your ideal body type. You knew Mingi dragged him to the gym with him every so often and it showed. His biceps corded in muscle as he leans on the counter, his chest defined and leading down to his stomach that you know if you rested your head on would not be to hard or to soft.Â
"Oh hey" he says to you as he opens the coffee grinder, your realize that is the source of the noise that woke you. "What are you doing here?" you blurt out "And where is my brother?" you tear your eyes from his long delicate fingers and the veins that run along his hands and back up to his eyes. Those big chocolate brown eyes that are now studying you carefully. "Oh she speaks" he says with a lazy half smile. "I was starting to worry you may have gone mute there sunshine" You hate the way your eyes track his stupid mouth and the way it quirks up. "I can speak just fine. I just chose to not speak to you. Now where is Mingi?" You watch as Yunho fills the french press with the fresh coffee grinds before adding the hot water from the kettle next to him before turning back to you.Â
You suddenly are very aware that you are only in an oversized t-shirt and underwear. You had rushed out to the kitchen to yell at who you thought was your brother, you didn't bother with pants. Now you wish you kinda did with the way his gaze falls to the hem of your shirt that hits mid thigh. "Your brother sunshine, decided it would be a great idea for him and his math buddies to go to one of those uni parties" he lets the words hang between you as he pushed the pump down on the press. "Okay so that means he's where?" you question back.Â
"He is currently passed out in his bed, and will be nursing a hang over today since they all got shit faced last night and he called me at 2am to come pick him up after he couldn't get a hold of you" You watch as his large hand reaches up and loops his finger through the handle of two mugs, pulling them from the cabinet. "Thanks for answering my call too by the way" He glances over at you "It was fun trying to figure out where his keys were while he was drunk at 2:30 in the morning" he turns and opens the fridge looking before his brows furrow. He looks over at you "Where is the 'sugar free sweet and creamy' creamer" he asks. "In the back, in the black glass bottle. Mingi will use it all if I don't switch the container" he bends down again and looks harder. "Ugh Y/N there are like 5 of those bottles back here."Â
You roll your eyes, and stomp over to the fridge, lightly pushing his shoulder out of the way so you can look. "Yunho those are grey bottles, there is only one black frosted bottle back here" you say as you reach in and grab the bottle. "Seriously, for someone who is sooooo smart you sure ar-" the words die in your throat and your breath hitches as you feel a hand land on your hip. The back's of your thighs brush against the warm fabric that you realize is Yunhos sweat pants. You quickly turn and your face is inline with Yunhos bare chest. Only about 3 inches separate the two of you. You try and take a step back, but your back meets the cold surface of the refrigerator. He has you pinned, hand still on your waist.
You tilt your head back to look up at him, finding him already looking down at you. You hold your breath as he leans down, his breath fanning across your face as his hand wraps around the bottle of creamer in your's "Thanks sunshine" leaning in closer, he drops his voice. "By the way, the blue suites you" Your face must morph into the horrific embarrassment you felt on the inside because when he pulls back to look at you he lets out a small laugh while tracking your face. You can feel the blush sweeping across your face as he takes you in. Gaze sweeping from your eyes to your mouth, your neck. He watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest as your heart speeds up.Â
"Ughhh my head" you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear your brothers voice come from behind Yunho. You automatically shrink back against the refrigerator as Yunho studies you. "Yea you're gonna feel like shit all day buddy" he says to your brother without taking his eyes, or his hand, off of you. "Why don't you go shower and I'll make you a cup of coffee" Your brother lets out a groan as he enters the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when you see's Yunho looming over you. "Ugh am I interrupting something?" his eyes shift from Yunho to you and back. Thankfully the way you are angled he cant see Yunhos hand gripping your hip like his life depends on it.
"Nope" Yunho says still without looking at you "Y/N here was just showing me where the coffee creamer was as she was telling me how blind and stupid I am. Isn't that right sunshine?" Neither of you look away as you shake your head yes. Mingi just looks at you for another minute "Well I'm happy you two can be in close proximity without trying to kill each other now" he smiles at you as you look at him "I'm going to take that shower. Maybe we can have breakfast after" you watch as he turns and walks out of the kitchen. You and Yunho stay where you are. Eyes locked, his large hand still gripping your hip, your shirt bunching up higher on your thigh from it.Â
Neither of you move, not as Mingi pads down the hall way. Not when you hear the door to the bathroom click close. Not when you hear the shower turn on. Neither of you move until you hear Mingi let out a loud sigh and the sound of water splashing on the shower floor. Signaling he is indeed in the shower now. Two things happen, they happen so fast it takes a moment for your mind to wrap around them. Yunho pries the bottle of creamer out of your hand, placing it on the counter next to you. His hand then comes back to you, gripping your other hip. He steps into you, pushing you back up against the refrigerator more. His large, thick thigh sloping between yours.Â
"Why do you insist on doing this to me?" he whispers. "Why do you keep putting me though this?" His eyes searching yours. You don't know what he is referring to. Your breath hitches as his thigh connects with your body. "I...I don't..." your mind cant form words. You can't think. You hate Yunho.. but you can't deny the feeling growing low in your stomach. You have to get away from him you think. 'He's trying to get me to embarrass myself' your mind is racing now. You slowly bring your hands to his chest. Your palms burn as they connect with his bare skin. "Let me go" you say, voice not as strong as you want it to be. His grip on you falters for a second. "I.. Â I dont know what game you're playing at Yunho, but leave me alone." You push slightly, he allows you to remove himself from you as you make your way around him. "Y/n im not-"
"Enough Yunho. I know we hate each other and are always trying to out do each other but please don't try and lie and tell me your not trying to get in my head and mess me up" You quickly flee back to your room, your blood rushing in your ears you barley hear him calling your name as he follows you. You quickly shut your door behind you, blocking him out his voice dies in the hallway. Your heart is racing, breathing coming in small pants. 'What the fuck was that' you think to yourself. You never thought in a million years Yunho would use those kind of tactics on you to try and mess with your head.Â
He must have heard how flustered you get when it comes to anything intimate. You weren't a prude but your list of experiences were quite small. You had, had sex before with a ex boyfriend but it was nothing extravagant. In fact it was a little disappointing, and then when he broke up with you after stating that it wasn't exciting enough for him well you just went back to focusing on your education. You knew he told people you weren't that great in bed, mean while it was him that didn't seem to know what he was doing. You knew Yunho had been friends with him before that, he must have told him how flustered you got and decided to use that against you. You should be mad, furious even.. But you cant deny the feeling pooling low in your stomach.Â
A feeling you haven't felt in a long time. You shake your head. It's Yunho, Jeong Yunho for god sakes. Your academic rival. You hate each other! So why are you so turned on by the memory of him pinning you to the refrigerator? You quickly strip out of your underwear and crawl into bed. You know you have to take care of this or it will consume you. Slowly you allow your hand to travel down your body till you reach your core. You were wet.. 'god I hope he didn't notice' you think. It wasn't because of him per-say you tell yourself, it was just the action its self. Your fingers quickly glide through your wet folds, finding your entrance with ease. You quickly insert two of your fingers in and work yourself up.It doesn't take long. Thoughts of Yunhos long fingers replacing yours. You think of the veins that run along the back of his hand and up his forearm. You're punching your fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, the heel of your hand coming down to put pressure against your clit.
 You quickly slap your other hand over your mouth as you approach the edge. Your pants turning into uncontrollable moans, the squashing sound of how wet you are filling the room. All while thinking about your brothers best friend and the man who is the cause of 90% of your troubles. It doesn't take long  before your back is arching off the bed and your core is clenching around your fingers. You come down in a hazy realization your just fingered yourself to Yunho. If he knew he would make fun of you to no end. Getting off to someone who hate you and you hate.You quickly clean yourself up before opening your text book and dive into studying, determined to never thing about what you just did ever again. Shame burns you from the inside out... How are you ever going to look at him again...
You successfully avoided Yunho over the next three week. You don't leave your room when he's over, you get to class right before it starts and run out as soon as it's over. You haven't gone to the library in three weeks for fear of seeing him. It was all going great till your advanced physics teacher announced you would be doing a partnered research paper. You hated group or partnered work but you saw how working with others is crucial in the science world so you always sucked it up. You were mentally preparing yourself to have to work with a stranger when you opened the roster he had e-mailed out along with the topic you had to cover. You found your name, next to it the subject "The Law Of Attraction and how it can be applied to science" but your stomach dropped when you saw who you were partnered with. Because next to your name was none other then...
...Jeong Yuhno...
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Can you do a Zack Addy x gn reader where reader goes to the Jeffersonian to bring him food and eat with him and everyone is confused because they didn't know Zack had a partner please?
Who's got him smiling like that?(Zack Addy)
Paring: Zack Addy x reader.
Summary: while y/n has lunch with their boyfriend Zack, the Jeffersonian tries to figure out what's going on between the two of them.
A/n: sorry this took so long and that it's shorter than my usual content. I hope you enjoy though.
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Seeley, Cam, Temperance, and Angela looked down from the balcony on the second floor of the lab. They leaned against the railing confused as they watched Zack laughing with y/n while they ate the lunch y/n brought.
âgotta be a siblingâ Booth said, rubbing his hands together. In his eyes Zack was just a child genius that didn't have time to date.
âall of Dr. Addy's siblings are in New Jersey, but that could be a possibility,â Brennan said, looking at Booth then back down at Zack. Something about seeing Zack laughing like that with this beautiful person made her heart swell with happiness.
âMaybe it's just a friend,â Cam shrugged.
âNo. I've never seen him laugh like that, he's definitely in love with whoever that isâ Angela smiled. She felt so happy seeing him laugh. She could tell all that mattered to him tight now was y/n.
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âSo, how's work?â I asked, nibbling on the last of my fries.
Zack nodded, munching on his onion rings. âwell we found some very interesting set of particulates, something neither me nor Hodgins have seen on a victim before, and the humerusâŠâ he stopped mid sentence.
Even though I never really understood all the science mumbo-jumbo I still like hearing him talk about it. There's something about seeing him get all excited and talk about something he's passionate about.
âno, no, keep going. I love it when you talk Science-yâ I said resting my chin on my fist.
â'Science-y' isn't a word⊠And it's fineâ Zack said, putting the rapper his burger came in and his napkin in the brown paper bag. âon another note, how's everything in the animal kingdom?â
I worked at the local animal shelter in town, it was an amazing job and I got work and take care of all kinds of dogs and cats. âwell⊠Now that you mention itâŠâ I started and gave him an innocent look. Zack tilted his head and gave me a warning look. âno! I know that lookâ he said, pointing his finger at me.
âAw, but he was so cuteâ
âwe already have two dogs... And a cat, that cat still dislikes meâ he mumbled the last part.
âIt's a small dog though,â I said, giving him a pouty lip. âit's a weiner dog mix, he'll stay tinyâ we already had a black lab and a golden retriever, then on top of that I brought home a white cat home three months ago.
Zack playfully rolled his eyes. He always said he admired my love for all animals and loved how compassionate I was for all of them. Not so much when I keep bringing my âworkâ home with me as he says.
âjust imagine a cute little sausage dog curled up in your lap, helping you read Science stuff for workâ
Zack sighed playfully.
âI'll let you name himâ I smiled and gave him the puppy eyes he can't refuse. He sighed again. âdon't give me the lookâ
âPleaseâ
Zack groaned in a very monaton way. â... Fineâ
I immediately wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead. âthank you babeâ
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âwhat are you doing?â Hodgins asked, walking up to the others. He looked over the balcony to see what everyone was staring at. He smiled when he saw y/n and Zack together.
âtrying to figure out who's with Addy,â Booth said.
âOh, that's y/nâ Hodgins smiled.
Everyone gave Hodgins a confused look as Hodgins yelled down at the couple âHi y/n!â
Y/n left Zack's arms and happily waved at Zack's best friend. âhey, Hodginsâ
âsoo⊠Who's y/n?â Angela asked Hodgins.
âZack's partnerâ Hodgins smiled like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âyour telling me Zack⊠Our little child prodigy is y/n's boyfriendâ Booth asked, shocked but at the same time impressed Zack snatched up a beautiful person like y/n.
âtrust me I didn't even know y/n existed until Zack tried to seek them in one night when he was still living with meâ Hodgins said.
âWell, y/n seems to make him happy,â Cam smiled down at the couple.
ây/n's great⊠Zack just seems so much happier nowâ
The team smiled at the couple, Zack and y/n were in there own little world talking about the knew puppy and the case Zack was working on. Hodgins was right, he was so much happier with y/n in his life, he felt more alive and human. He just couldn't help but smile everytime he was in y/n's presents.
#Zack Addy#Zack Addy x reader#Zack Addy imagines#Bones x reader#Bones imagines#Bones TV show#Jeffersonian#Seeley Booth#Temperance Brennan#Jack Hodgins#Angela Montenegro#Camille Saroyan
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papers i know for sure were written through the ages:
A study in universal medical care. Robotnik, G.
A study in non-human universal medical care. Robotnik, G.Â
A study in chaos energy. Robotnik, G.
The history of the chaos emeralds and the history of the echidna tribe. Robotnik, G.
A study in chaos as healing energy. Robotnik, G. Funded by GUN
A study in chaos energy as a replacement for nuclear technology. Robotnik, G. Funded by GUN
A study in self-perpetuating appliances. Robotnik, I. Undergrad in Robotics thesis.
A study in AI. Robotnik, I. Master of Science in Computer Engineering thesis.
A study in energy conservation. Robotnik, I.
A study in chaos energy, revisited. Robotnik, I. Excerpts from Robotnik, G.Â
A study in non-human energy conversion. Robotnik, I.
A study in non-human energy conversion in robotics. Robotnik, I.
A study in non-human energy conversion in AI. Robotnik, I.
An applied study in ring-induced invulnerability.Robotnik, I.
A study in non-human chaos energy conversion, and conservation. Robotnik, I.
An applied study of the chaos emeralds. Robotnik, I.
How the chaos emeralds function. Prower, M. Excerpts from Robotnik, G, and a strong rebuttal to Robotnik, I.
Decontamination of Green Hill Zone: Three Key Principles! Prower, M.
Ring-induced invulnerability: What we know, and what weâre learning! Prower, M.
A study of Chaos: Mythologies of the echidna tribe. Robotnik, I.
Restoration of Chaos: What we know about Angel Island and the Master Emerald. Prower, M.
Falsified chaos emeralds: abilities and limitations. Prower, M.
A study in safely containing infinite power. Robotnik, I.
The history of Gaia: Non-human mythology. Robotnik, I.
Robotics and safe utilization of chaos energy. Prower, M.
A study of Planet Wisp. Robotnik, I.
Super: A look into chaos emeralds and those that can utilize them. Prower, M.
Energy conversion recovery: Flicky, Wisp, and beings beyond. Prower, M.Â
An applied study of the phantom ruby. Robotnik, I.
Chaos energy: Ability to Heal Chaos-Sensitive mobians? Prower, M.
Time-Travel: Why now? Prower, M.
Digitized consciousness recovery: Cyberspace edition. Prower, M.
A study in AI recovery. Robotnik, I.
Alien Technology: A revision of the history of the chaos emeralds. Everything we know from Starfall Islands. Prower, M. Excepts from Robotnik, G.Â
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