#if we have to do something for a grade. the guy should make it easier for us to do what we have to do

[goldensunset]

fighting for my life with the student-run group whose jobs directly impact my classes

[pomefioredove]

if you're still taking requests for the event could i request floyd with "Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension" ? ty !

hehe ofc ofc!

summary: "maybe we should just kiss to break the tension" type of post: fic characters: floyd additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, pre book 3, kissing, yuu is very much canon yuu here lol a part of this event

Riddle's noble efforts to warn you about Floyd Leech had fallen on deaf ears.

"And stay out of trouble!" were his exact words, if you remembered correctly.

You'd almost scoffed.

You had already been at NRC for months; you'd fought monsters, solved mysteries, and come out of all of it in one piece.

You could handle a history of magic project.

Sure, this is your first mixed-year assignment; and yes, the project itself makes up a great portion of your semester grade...

...but if anyone had asked you, you'd say that a measly school presentation is nothing compared to what you've already been through.

"Remember not to play along with his antics; it only encourages him,"

Riddle had wasted no time lecturing you about your mysterious project partner the second his name left your lips.

You'd come to him to ask if he knew the guy, not his entire life story.

"Stay focused... and stay out of trouble!"

Trouble. Ha. Every second at NRC since you'd arrived had been trouble.

You walk into the library; like usual, it's mostly empty.

Floyd Leech, Floyd Leech... now, where would...?

"Hey, you!"

You turn on your heels to face the source of the shout; leaning against a bookshelf behind you is the tallest boy you've ever seen.

He even gives off the vague impression of towering over you, making you feel small regardless...

"Man, I almost didn't see 'ya, you're so tiny," he grins, baring a row of sharp teeth. "I'm gonna call you Shrimpy. Now, come onnn, I've been waiting forever!"

You're early. Before you can say as much, he grabs you by the forearm and drags you off to a table.

"Alright, Shrimpy," he says, taking a seat across from you. "What's on the docket for today?"

"Uhh..." you're still slightly dazed. He's got some energy, that's for sure.

Riddle's words flash through your mind.

"...Well, I was thinking we could find our material first, then outline..."

"Reading?" Floyd asks, slumping in his seat as if he'd just received terrible news.

You blink. "...Well, we're going to have to read a little,"

He groans, loudly. A few people in the library turn to stare before awkwardly shuffling away.

"...Nah, I'm not in the mood. Let me do 'somethin else,"

What had Riddle said yesterday? "He changes his mind at the drop of a hat. Arguing is no good,"

"...Okay," you say, tentatively reading his expression. "I'll start with the outline. Do you want to look for pictures instead?"

He's quiet, as if seriously considering the pros and cons of the offer, and then he shrugs.

You sigh. Riddle was just being overdramatic. This is fine!

Floyd becomes lost in his assigned job, leafing through an atlas in search of a map from the time period you're researching, leaving you to your reading.

It'd be an easier job with two people, but...

"You're real quiet, Shrimpy,"

You look up from your encyclopedia. He'd shoved the atlas aside, his eyes fixed on you instead.

You raise an eyebrow. "I'm reading...?"

"Aw. Don't tell me you're the serious type?" a loud, dramatic sigh follows. "I was hoping we could have some fun. I was really looking forward to meeting you and all..."

You have to remind yourself that you have a reputation here. Great...

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm a pretty boring person. Normal,"

Floyd's brow furrows. "Nah, I don't buy that. You wanna know what I think?"

You don't like this. The way he's looking at you, like he sees something you don't...

"...I think you only act normal 'cause you're afraid of being judged. You try way too hard to be a good student and stuff 'cause you wanna fit in here,"

Ouch. You blink, momentarily stunned to silence. He could tell all that just from watching you read?

"I'm just 'sayin," he gives you another sharp smile. "I wouldn't mind if you stopped acting all serious around me. You're way too tense."

"...Tense? I am not tense,"

Your denial only encourages him. A wide grin creeps across his face.

"Yeah, you know. You could feel the stress in this place from a mile away...

...Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension,"

Riddle had drilled you for hours; Floyd stealing your things, making you chase him, getting bored and leaving, a thousand possible situations that could come out of a simple study session...

...This was not one of them.

Floyd grins again, wider this time. "Ahah, never mind. You're way too boring and normal for something like that, right?"

You suddenly feel hot; he's putting you on the spot, and he knows it. He seems to be living for your agitation.

"Hey, that's not fair-"

"Fair schmair," he cuts in. "I gave you a dare, and you can't do it. Happens all the time to you, I bet. It's-"

Riddle had warned you, several times, quite clearly, not to play along.

But... in your defense...

Floyd giggles against your lips, the delighted little noise giving away a hint of surprise. His hands, cold and clammy but nice nonetheless, grab hold of your face, drawing you closer into the kiss. He's threatening to pull you across the table at this point...

...It's a good thing you chose a time when the library would be empty.

After a minute or two, he lets go, leaving you breathless with another smile.

"I knew you had it in 'ya," he says, reaching across the table to pull the encyclopedia back towards him.

"My turn to read, okay? I was getting bored of the pictures,"

[yesimwriting]

I feel like the reader in best friend!Felix is actually really smart, heck, let's say genius even, but is really oblivious when it comes to sentiment. The reader gives off nerd vibes, but they're so smart to the point it's a cool kinda thing. And if this was before Felix met Oliver, I feel like reader, like Farleigh, would get bad vibes from Ollie too but would be too shy? I guess, to say anything cause hey, they're new and stuff. I like the fic:) It's nice to read something like that, without the explicit content, I mean:D

A/n: omg love this,, definitely doing a bestfriend!felix blurb on this concept later, i just wanted to explore character dynamics for a second lol

fun fact: i originally pictured bestfriend!reader as a literal genius with -3 street smarts, it's just info that didn't make it into the fic!!

also i could see reader as being so smart they skipped a grade (if we want to add to the power/social imbalance by making reader a little younger, but not like weirdly younger) open to thoughts on this !

i picture bestfriend!reader as having an elle woods quality to their intelligence in terms of awareness (and maybe aesthetic, it is the early 2000's lol),, reiterating the most complicated parts of a lecture perfectly during a study session while half focused on applying lip gloss, aces exams while hungover (bc felix insisted on going out), and never registers how impressive all of it is

very much "what? like it's hard" but as literal as that statement could be

which could add to reader's shyness/uncertainty bc she forgets she's a little intimidating

okay but the potential of reader getting bad vibes from oliver if she became close friends with felix a little after oliver did?? too good

reader doesn't want to alienate oliver, he's the only one around felix that's also an outsider, that should make it easier to bond

but!! because reader is that smart, she has this gut feeling that tells her to keep him at arm's length,, but bc she's not the best at picking up on feelings, it's basically just that 6th sense thing that girls have that tells them when a guy has weird/unsafe intentions

bc reader can't articulate their concern, or understand it, they try to be nice, but oliver can tell that there's this distrust there

it drives him crazy

first of all, reader should be the easiest one to win over bc she's not one of the elites and she's a little awkward from time to time, it's frustrating that there doesn't seem to be a crux for him to use to weasel his way into reader's heart

oliver's aware that he can get close to felix without the others liking him as long as they tolerate him enough in public, but with reader, oliver knows more about felix's real feelings for them than felix does

that adds this timing element to the situation that’s stressful, because as soon as felix realizes how he feels about the reader, that will be that

meanwhile, reader is a little worried about being dropped bc of the tension between her and oliver, but oliver doesn’t fully notice that, he’s too distracted by his feelings

it's not fair, oliver "had" felix first, but oliver's perfectly capable of adapting to the situation, so he accepts it and looks at it practically

oliver knows that there is no fully "in" with felix unless you like him, so despite any resentment and jealousy he feels towards you, he decides that he'll do whatever it takes to get it

[cremedensada]

I’m gonna need general hcs on interactions with the boy next door… like what if we just moved to town and we first meet him as we’re moving in… Also can they be in like highschool? I don’t know if that’s already the gist but yeah. She’s moving in with her mom and he’s there…

Yandere Boy Next Door

sorry anon i think i went way to far away from what you wanted shdhdh also theyre senior high school students (grade 11 - 12) which is like, two preparatory years for college. so theyre adults bc im much more comfortable with that :33

btw his name is lukas !! he's named now

male yandere + gender neutral darling/reader

lukas is easily approachable - he's got that warmth about him that just draws people in. it's all practiced to maintain his popularity though.

he's also a huge people-pleaser, despite the fact he easily gets burnt out and has his social battery drained.

so when his mom asked him to be a dear and help the new neighbor's kid on their way around the school + neighborhood, he just couldn't say no

sure he's tired, possibly close to having another breakdown just thinking about being pestered by fellow students for answers to homeworks and other menial stuff, but he still manages to say yes and give her another perfectly practiced smile

when he goes over to the house next to theirs - the ones you moved in to, you had no lasting impression on him

now, don't be mistaken, he does think you're good looking but at the end of the day he'd much rather curl up in bed and sleep

so he puts up that perfectly crafted persona and invites you to head to school with him. a new environment is much easier to deal with when you're not dealing with it by yourself! (or something like that)

he tries not to be overbearing, trying to get you to open up while also making sure he's respecting your boundaries and comfort as you made your way inside the school gates

you don't share the same classes, so he asks you for your time table so he knows your schedule

he hopes he's not being creepy or anything, he's just making sure your first day transferring here goes well

sure he's known for being a caring person in general but he does feel like it's his responsibility to make sure you're doing well you know? you're neighbors now, you guys should get along!

it's smooth sailing until it's time you guys finally went home

like that morning, he waits for you and invites you to walk home with him to familiarize with the shortcuts and local lounging spots for students

all the while he tries to get you to talk about your experience today

it must be due to the amount of stress piled up on his plate that lead him to feel... nervous.

his perfect persona cracking as his calm demeanour and collected way of talking slowly devolved into nervous tangents talking about anything at all

were you displeased? his perfection was practiced and polished since he was a kid, was it still not enough for you?

he could handle disappointing people a lot better now but paired with his currently leaning towards unstable, your displeasure is something that's slowly tearing him from the inside

he's jolted out of his thoughts when you suddenly speak up.

"thanks for showing me around. i thought i was going to struggle getting used to things all by myself."

you smiled up at him. "so... yeah. you're... okay."

his heart thumped.

everywhere all around him feels a ton of degrees warmer.

"...okay." lukas was tongue tied.

on the remainder of the journey back home, he walked you to your house, ensuring you got inside safely before making a beeline towards their house and into his room.

normally at this hour he'd be passed out in bed, tired after a whole day of pretending and smiling. today was perhaps the first time he didn't go to bed with his cheeks hurting and aching from smiling so much.

laying in bed, making an excuse as to why he's not going to be joining for dinner, just thinking about you and your words.

lukas grew up living to the standards of being perfect. a perfect son. a perfect student. a perfect friend.

anything less is... unacceptable to say the least. when you do or think of something so often in your day to day life, it becomes a habit. and lukas' habit is perfection.

but you thought he was okay.

okay.

suddenly 'okay' sounds much better than being perfect.

suddenly your opinion towards him becomes much more important than anyone else's.

lukas is a people pleaser, and onwards from that moment, the only 'people' he will ever want to please is you.

i hope this is sufficient? i'm actually v sleepy rn lol but thank you for the idea!

[skzimagines]

"Teachers pet."

Minors DNI 18+

"Okay class, that's it for today. If you could bring me those papers by next week, it would help your guy's grading score a lot!" Professor Chan's voice booms through the class as everyone begins to pack their things into their bags.

"Next week? Is he crazy, we'll never get it done by then!" My friend Cam says from beside me. I fold up my laptop and shove it into my bag, chuckling at her comment. "I can always help you, maybe we'll get it done sooner that way." I say, throwing my bag over my shoulder.

"Yeah, that's easier for you to say.... teachers pet." She says with a smirk. My face turns red as I turn to look at Chan. He's currently going through papers on his desk. As if he can feel my stare, he looks up. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a small smile before going back to his work. "I'm not the teacher's pet... You just get along better with them when you actually do your work." I jokingly say... kinda. "Oh I'm sure you're doing work for him." She spits back with a wink. I let out a groan which causes her to laugh, then swing my bag over my shoulder. "You ready?" We head out the door but before I can make it out all of the way Professor Chan calls my name. "Ms. Y/n, can I speak to you for a second?" I stop in my tracks and look at Cam. "Have fun... teacher's pet." She laughs and jogs up to the rest of our friends.

I make my way back into the class, standing in front of his desk. "Is everything okay?" I ask. My hands start sweating as I fold them together in front of me and play with the ring on my finger nervously. It's no lie that this man is beyond attractive, and I may or may not have had a tiny crush on him since last year. But, pushing feelings aside because everyone knows, sleeping with a teacher, probably isn't something you should try to be adding to your resume.

"Yes, I'm just looking through my papers here and I don't seem to have your last report." He states, looking up at me from the stack of papers he has on his desk. I look at him confused, because I know I sat my work on his desk as soon as I walked into class last week.

"I for sure thought I sat them on your desk last week." I say quietly. "Well, I have looked everywhere and I can't seem to find them. They might have gotten lost?" He says, more as a question though. "I can give them to you again to redo, so you can get the points for them, but I'm afraid I'll have to fail you if they're not turned in by tomorrow." He states. "Tomorrow!?...Sir, it took us an entire week to do that report, there's no way I can get that done by tomorrow..." I say, concern filling my voice. He lets out a sigh before grabbing last week's report out of his desk and setting it in front of me. "Do what you can, and I'll add points for whatever you get done." He says. I let out a groan and roll my eyes, grabbing the papers off of his desk.

"I don't appreciate the attitude Ms. Y/N." He says sternly. I've never been one to talk back, especially to people who have more control than I do. I've always left that to Cam. But the fact that I'm going to fail this assignment, after working my ass off on it, sends flames through my body. "With all respect, Sir. I just don't see how it's my fault that you lost my papers. I know I sat them on your desk before class started last week." Chan stares at me, as if he's seen a ghost. After what seems like an eternity but was really only 10 seconds. He stands from his chair and walks around his desk, standing right in front of me. "Ms. Y/N, are you blaming me for your mistake?" He asks. His voice has gotten much deeper and quieter. Sexier, but I'm not going to get into all of that. "I'm sorry, Sir. but..." He cuts me off by quickly walking to me until our bodies touch and he presses me against his desk. My breath gets caught in my throat as his lips nearly touch mine.

"I said, I don't appreciate the attitude. So Y/N why is it, you keep giving it to me?" He asks, his breath fans over my lips and smells of mint and I take note of the gum that's in his mouth. I can't find any words. All I can focus on is the way his hands hold my waist and the way his lips are so close to mine, if I were to move right now, there'd be no avoiding them from touching.

"You don't have much to say now, do you?" He asks with a smirk. A small squeak leaves my lips as he pushes his knee between my legs, causing them to open and him to stand between them. "I have a small idea on how you can get those points for that assignment." He says seductively. "Sir... we shouldn't' do this. Y..you could lose y...your job." I say quietly, trying so hard not to absolutely go feral. "Oh y/n, aren't you the cutest little thing. I have you pinned up against my desk, wanting to fuck your brains out, but yet you're concerned about my job." He says with a small chuckle.

"Sir..." I start to say, but he quickly cuts me off. "You make me crazy when you call me that." He groans out, before slamming his lips onto mine. It feels like electricity jolts through my entire body. My hands instinctively reach to the back of his neck.

He steps away before turning me around and bending me over his desk. “You and these stupid skirts, always taunting me every time you come in here.” He says, lifting my skirt up to lay on my back and dragging my panties down my legs, exposing my dampend heat to him and swiftly taking out his hardened member from his black jeans.

“Gosh… perfect, just how I imagined it.” He says, before slamming himself into me. The desk moves a bit from the force of his thrust. A sharp yelp leaves my lips before he clasps his hand over my mouth.

“As much as I’d love to hear your sweet little moans, I don’t want to lose my job baby girl, couldn’t bear the fact of not seeing you every day.” He groans out. He continues to pound into me, small mumbled moans flow through his hand every time he buries himself inside of me.

I feel my stomach clench up to the feeling of my high coming closer. “I feel that pussy tightening for me, you going to cum for me?” He asks. All I can do is let out a moan as an answer, before my high reaches the peak and exploded around him. My body shakes as he continues to pound into me, bringing himself to his own.

He thrusts extra hard, pausing between every seed he pumps in to me. Letting out a grunt every time as well.

He pulls out and pulls my panties back up and fixes my skirt before pulling his pants back into place. As I stand up from his desk, my name catches my eye. I take a second look at the paper sitting in his desk…. It’s my report, my name written right on the top right side. “Wha… Chan!.” I say, pointing at the paper.

He follows the direction to which I’m pointing at and sees my paper, sitting right smack beside him. “Oh! Imagine that!” He says, picking up the paper with a smirk. “Yeah… imagine.” I say. “Is that more attitude Y/N?.” He asks, giving me the same look as earlier… before he fucked me over his desk.

I watch as he grabs a pen from inside his desk. He takes my paper and writes a big 100% right at the top. “I’ll put some extra credit on there too, sweetie.” He says before giving me a wink.

“You think I did this for a good grade?” I ask. Does he really think I’m that desperate? “That’s not the reasoning?” He asks, giving me a confused look. “No!” I say dramatically. “Why else would a smart girl like you, be fucking her teacher for.” He asks. Folding his hands together on his desk. I grimace at the comment he’s made. “Don’t make me sound like a whore…” I whisper, not having the courage to look at him. He hear his chair slide back against the wooden floor.

I suddenly feel his hand lift my head so he can look me in the eye. “Baby girl, you are anything but… don’t ever think I’d think of you in that way.” He whispers, planting a small kiss to my forehead. A light blush forms on my cheeks as his thumb rubs a circle on my cheek.

“Now… go get to your other classes, we don’t need you to fail those.” He gives me a wink, walking back to his chair. I take one more good look at him, taking in everything that’s just happened.

My heart flutters from the thought of him deep inside me. I shake my head from the thought. I grab my bag from off of the floor near his desk and throw it of my shoulder before making my way to the door.

“See you tomorrow Ms. Y/N..” he says with a smirk.

“See you tomorrow Professor Chan.”

[huenyang]

pairing: kang taehyun x gender neutral reader / genre: fluff, meet-cute, college au / word count: 1.8k / notes: yet again we are in self-indulgence city smiles

summary: the headache that was previously a nuisance leads you into forming a new friendship - or something more, even.

You don’t remember how long you’ve been laying on the floor of your dark room for. You can’t bring yourself to care, either, thankful that at least like this, your day-long migraine is finally starting to die down.

As your head starts to hurt less and less, your thoughts come easier and easier. Finally, you can think back on the day and try to rationalize how you’re going to make up for an entire day of lost classes.

Fuck. You really didn’t want to think about that, though.

It’s not like you were a stickler for school, but you still preferred to keep your grades up like any normal person. You were in college for a reason, and as much as you weren’t going to destroy yourself studying, you’d like to have good grades, at the very least.

Usually, a single day of missing classes wouldn’t be too bad, but you had already missed quite a few other days, and the work was starting to pile up.

The white ceiling seems to mockingly stare back at you as you run back your day, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to remember any important details or things you should make a note of.

There’s probably not that much I’ve missed today.

Just as you conclude today wouldn’t make much of a difference on your already big pile of missed work, your phone dings repeatedly from across the room, the screen lighting up and begging for your attention in the darkness.

With a groan, you lift yourself off the floor and towards the noisy beast that was your phone. The brightness almost blinds you in contrast with the rest of the room, and you curse yourself for not turning it down before. But most importantly, the reason your phone lit up in the first place: a message.

And the one part of your day you’d mostly forgotten about.

From: Taehyun hey! this is taehyun from class earlier you gave me your number for the project but i didn’t want to message you right away no pressure to respond tho i hope your head feels better

The message’s contents threaten to make your headache come back, but you can’t bring yourself to feel upset. Taehyun had approached you, in your headache-induced misery, and offered to do a group assignment with you so you didn’t go grade-less.

A sweet action, but you can’t help but want to kick your past self in the shin. You had kind of hoped nobody would have to interact with you while you were in that state.

You barely knew him, really. Had heard his name here and there; smart guy with good grades, gym rat, campus heartthrob, even.

Taehyun was known for hanging out with a pretty interesting group. People who talked to him and his friends would often say they had no idea how all five of them even got along, with how different they were. Individually, they all seemed like stark opposites, but if you saw them together you would, without a shadow of a doubt, understand they were close.

Friends aside, people knew Taehyun as a smart guy who always seemed eager to learn no matter the subject. It was no secret that his grades were pretty high most of the time, or at least that’s what the rumors that traveled north to south told you.

So, if anything, at least you’d ended up with someone who knew what he was doing for this.

The next time you meet with him, it’s at the library. You had planned to meet up and start working on the project a couple of days later, the library being the natural first choice.

Your palms feel slightly clammy, still, though. You had never properly talked to this man, and if it weren’t for the unfortunate timing of your headache, you probably wouldn’t ever have. You just weren’t really the kind of person to talk to strangers so freely, much less someone with a reputation already above their head.

To add to all of it, you end up being late. A mixture of exhaustion and staying up late makes you oversleep past your alarm, and consequently, not be as punctual as you had hoped.

Blame it on your own brain, but It’s hard not to see him when you arrive at the library.

In fact, he looks like he fits perfectly around his surroundings. The hood of his jacket is pulled up over his head, the glasses on his nose reflecting his phone screen at you. You’d say he almost looks like a cliche straight out of a y/n story, the rows upon rows of books that stretch around him acting like the claws of a storybook trapping its main character inside it’s story.

But even from this distance, you can finally understand why people say what they say about him.

Taehyun is, indeed, insanely handsome. It’s a little strange, even, the way he fits into the descriptors of smart, handsome, with eyes that reflect the glow of the world itself — like someone had taken his very essence and put it into a couple of words.

Obviously, you know that those words are not nearly enough to describe anyone — much less him. But you allow yourself to live your fantasy, even if for just a second.

Unfortunately, you’re not here to drift off into daydream.

Swallowing your heart that threatens to beat right out of your throat, you walk towards him, the sound of your shoes against the faux wood flooring too loud in your ears.

“Hey,” he greets easily, putting his phone away as he sees you approach. “how do you feel?”

You kind of want to grimace and scream and sink into the floor all at once. You’ve been here for a total of five whole seconds, and even though this is basic decency, the nice words coming out of Taehyun’s lips entangle themselves around your heart and squeeze it like an old sponge. 

“Better now.” You nod, sitting down next to him and pulling your laptop into the table. “Sorry for being late, I uh… Woke up, late.” 

Taehyun offers you a smile. A small one, but you still feel like it could brighten up the whole world if he wanted it to. He waves your concern off, saying it’s no big deal, and that it happens.

The shift from small, awkward talk into schoolwork is quick. That’s what you’re here to do. But as time goes on, you find that Taehyun is easy to talk to. His voice smooth as he explains a bit you didn’t quite understand, smile infectious as he cracks a bad joke that has you mirroring his happiness with your own.

By the time you decide to call it quits for the day, you’ve made a lot more progress than you thought you would. It’s also been a few hours longer than you thought it’d been, being so engrossed in your work and work partner.

You shut your laptop with a deep sigh. Next to you, Taehyun leans back on his chair and stretches his arms behind his head, making a noise that you frankly can’t describe as anything but a cat trill.

A noise that makes you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach. Like cupid has completely missed his target and instead used boxing gloves to deliver his curse.

“Jesus…” He exhales, relaxing and letting his arms fall to his sides. “That was good. I didn’t expect to get this much done.”

“Yeah, we really did a lot.” You hum in agreement. “That’s all thanks to you though, I can’t believe you understood half of that! I swear, that professor only knows how to explain things one way.”

He turns his head, bashfully, at that. “It’s nothing. I’m happy to help, either way! And it’s not like you’re stupid, either. You helped me with the parts I didn’t fully understand.”

“No, but really! You’re really smart, I can’t believe you didn’t just — I don’t know, get excused to just do this by yourself! You’d be perfectly fine!”

Maybe your voice came out a little louder than you intended it to, because from the corner of your eye you can see people nearby turn their heads toward you. Some of them scoff or roll their eyes slightly, and you make a face. Oops.

If Taehyun notices, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his full attention seems focused solely on you. Like you’re the only person in the room right now, like you’re not in a public library, surrounded by students cramming for their exams and pretending to work on their own projects.

It’s gone as quick as it appears, however, because he grins so big his eyes smile too, replacing that look of pure devotion with unbridled joy.

You feel insane, maybe. The screws in your head are falling out as we speak, kind of crazy. 

This is absolutely ridiculous, the way this man has you feeling like you could outrun an olympic track runner. Everything he does kind of makes you want to sink into the floor and also maybe give him a kiss. Just maybe. A little bit.

God, this is hopeless. I’m hopeless.

While your brain is busy with your own situation, you don’t notice how Taehyun’s ears seem to be just a shade redder than they had been before. How he seems to divert his gaze ever so slightly. How his smile dips into something a touch too affectionate.

He chuckles, breaking you out of your stupor.

“Okay, okay.” Is his answer, if anything, just to get you to stop talking like that about him. “I’ll accept it, but on one condition.”

Oh? Curiosity ignites in you, anticipation and nervousness mixing into a concoction that laps at your feet like a treacherous ocean’s waves.

Nothing could have prepared you for his next words. Somewhere in the back of your head, the little voice in your brain high fives itself, but the normal part of your consciousness feels the anxiety gathering in your hands in the form of sudden, excessive sweating.

“Let’s meet up again,” he breathes, and you can almost hear the tremble in his voice. “Not for school. As friends.”

It feels like your soul has left your body entirely. Like you’ve been physically and mentally cut out from reality in a pathetic puff of smoke. He cannot be serious. This is not real.

“Um.” Great start, idiot. “I… I mean, okay.” Despite how terribly your sentence comes out, Taehyun smiles. That smile of his that has been plaguing you all day, beaming so bright it could permanently erase every shadow from the world.

You’re no stranger to the tiredness that weighs down your bones and glues your eyelids shut for a second too long when you blink. No stranger to the faint headache that you drown out with over the counter medicine as you make your way to class.

But when it comes to Taehyun, you feel as if you could get through anything.

[they-call-me-emmy]

The Past is The Past

Part One above :D

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Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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Tara looked at Sam with wide eyes.

"What do you mean you invited her for dinner?!"

Y/N was not currently the most...comfortable person for Tara to be around. Due to the memory loss, Tara had no idea who she even was, and Y/N was very awkward around Tara, to say the least.

"I can see you two are uncomfortable around each other, and I want you guys to be as close as you were before!" Sam explained. She was clearly desperate to have this happen, and she wasn't gonna let it go.

"I have no memory of the girl! I don't even remember her last name!"

"Y/L/N. That's not important. What's important is getting your memories back or restarting your life. So, if your memory's with Y/N don't come back, you guys have to be at least friendly."

"Why the hell are you so desperate for this!?"

"She was good for you, Tara...she still is. You need someone like her in your life. She helped you through everything." Sam said, eyebrows furrowing as though she was holding back from giving too much information.

"I don't need anyone. And what do you mean 'Everything'" Tara said, seeing the small opening where she could ask about her past without it being weird.

"Doesn't...that isn't something you need to know right now. You should be focused on the good part that you forgot...not the bad." Sam told her, her cheeks tinged red with anxiety.

"Life isn't all good, Sam. I need to know the rest of the stuff. If you truly wanted me to remember, you'd tell me everything. Anything. Please. I feel like everyone pity's me! 'Oh look, it's Tara, the girl who doesn't know anything!' and it sucks! It fucking sucks, Sam! You don't understand what it feels like the be with your friends of 10 years and not understand what the fuck they're talking about! It's like listening to people speaking in another language, having to translate everything for you! It's torture! And no one will tell what happened! There's this 'Big, Dangerous Thing' everyone keeps talking about, but won't tell me what the fuck it is!" Tara explained, her eyes glazing over with unshed tears, her heart pounding. "Everyone looks at my like I'm 3, like they have to watch what the say around me so they don't press the wrong button and spring some unknown knowledge on me. Tell me, Sam. Please."

"Tara...I know. I really do. And you're right, I can't imagine what it would be like to forget years of your life. But I hear you, it's terrible that you feel that way, but Tara, it's so much easier, so much better to just have you not know...it's not going to make you feel better, it'll just make everything worse. I wish I could forget it sometimes too. And I'll tell you when the time is right."

"Does it have something to do with my injuries? My scars?" Tara asked, holding up her hand to show Sam the scar.

"Tara, I said we aren't talking about that right now."

"So it does?"

"Tara. Get ready for dinner. Y/N is coming at six."

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Still good?

[sunnywalnut]

One thing I really hate about the "autism is my super power" archetype is that it REALLY makes me feel inadequate when people compare me to these guys.

Like Sheldon Cooper or the guy from The Good Doctor. They're all successful, cishet white men. They've been through college at a young age, and sure. I was gifted in certain classes. But in others? I couldn't concentrate. It was too loud. Or too many people. Or too bright. Or too whatever.

My "superpower" wasn't math or history. It was memorizing dog breeds and calling them out on the street. Or finishing two novels in one day.

But it wasn't recognized as a superpower.

It was "recognized" as me correcting people on the average lifespan of whatever dog I had at the time. Or the things that the breed usually liked versus what somebody else thought they did. Or me sneaking glimpses of my book during class, and reading underneath my desk. It was me ignoring my elementary teacher when she called us for rug time because I was finishing the chapter of my story and couldn't put it down as easily.

And sure. They encouraged my reading. And I've gotten into a couple advanced classes that I otherwise wouldn't have been in.

But in the others I was still struggling.

I had one thing going for me and that one thing wasn't enough to propel me five grades ahead like it "should have."

I was the smart kid. Because I could memorize formulas and definitions in science and math class. Everyone was in awe of my low A's and high B's. But I wasn't a prodigy.

Just because I could memorize things didn't mean it was easy to learn.

Learning was the hard part.

And that's what nobody got.

How could I be struggling, if all this time I was getting near perfect scores?

Even after my diagnosis. I never was allowed out of class to take tests. Even when allergy season hit and I bombed a test because the boy behind me was sniffling up a ruckus. I was told I could retake it. To study next time and do better.

I never really learned how to study.

Studying was overwhelming. So I didn't do it. Nobody cared.

After all. I was getting near perfect scores.

Homework took hours. Four of them, to be exact. I never knew why. It was always so much easier in class.

But now I know it was because I have ADHD. And I was burnt out.

So I barely had free time after school.

Except for art.

Art was always there for me. I could always take the time to do something. And it was easier to put down, even if it was incomplete. Because I knew I could go back to it. I didn't have to pull out and reconstruct everything again, like a puzzle. I could go right back to where I started. And that was wonderful.

So I became good at it.

I became great.

Everyone loved it. The praise, the encouragement, the delight was almost too much to bear. I learned to crave it.

And yet.

Everyone was still surprised.

When I told them I wanted to be an artist.

Because apparently.

Your "superpower" is only good if it makes you money.

And who would invest in art?

Instead of being a doctor?

The answer is me.

It's always me.

I'm the mediocre autistic person with a difficult niche.

I don't have a superpower. Or a college degree. Or baby pictures of me playing the violin.

But I'm autistic.

Isn't that enough?

Where are the people like me in the media?

I can go outside and find at least three different Neurodiverse people like me in my town. But nearly NONE in the media.

Why is that?

Do we not exist to you?

Or are we only tolerable when we've done something "productive"?

I don't have a superpower.

But that shouldn't make me less than.

I don't know why it does.

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/757046870112681984/httpswwwtumblrcomyouremyheaven75703907683788?source=share 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭ohh my god really my college boys are so immature 😫😫 that's why they treat my freinds like this btw your 24 are you pursuing you master's or job really i am studying in college and intrested in vedic ans stuff but bruhh i hate my college boys they are just 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 we all need a responsible man just like him hope i find one can you tell what your experience in first relationship and firt time in ✨️it ( if you not comfortable don't tell just need some advice) AND FOR YOU I AM MANIFESTING THAT GUY AS YOUR HUSBAND

Cheek dapat dam dam chuu swaha ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ heaven giel get this guy as husband with more greatness 👏

😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺you're SOOOO SWEET, pura ka pura cutie pie <333

i graduated already and im just working at the moment. i dont really feel like studying further tbh lmao and im entering an industry where work exp matters more than degrees so✌🏻

and yes college boys will always be shitty, dont lose hope, after college you'll meet better guys!!! <3 and the thing is dudes under 25 are just little boys,, veryyyy few of them are mature and this guy is the rare exception

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

my first time was when i was 16-17 and the guy was 18 and a major asshole and he forced me to "date" him and then he r*ped me 🤡🤡🤡so i technically lost my virginity to r*pe but i dont want to think about that or consider that as my first time

i had my first "real" boyfriend in 12th grade and on Farewell day (its like the Indian version of Prom for all of you non-desis) he took me to his house and no one was home so we banged hehe<3333 he had a huge dick and it hurt and im pretty sure the whole thing did not fit lmao

i feel like a lot of virgins dont understand this but (and this also depends on the guy's penis size) penises dont often go all the way in when you're having sex for the first time!! and it takes a while for your punani to stretch comfortably and "take" d*ck. ALWAYS USE LUBE, the more lubricated you are down there, the easier it will be to take him in. your partner should be understanding and considerate of the fact that penetration is a physically painful experience initially and they should do whatever they can to make it less so.

that said, penetration SHOULD NOT HURT after the first few times, it SHOULD feel good. you dont have to be waxed bare down there or anything, obviously its nice to be groomed but its okay to have a little hair (or a full bush, thats up to you but i feel like first impressions matter so i like to keep it trimmed hehe, ik a lot of feminists are going to be like 😠😠no i wont shave for a man😠😠 but honestly he's shaving his balls for me and id feel a bit awkward if he was veryyy hairy down there so i get it and dont mind grooming in return<33)

sex should be enjoyable for both parties??? and remember real life is not porn!! he's not going to last for 6 hours and neither do you want him to because being pounded into for more than like 10 mins is annoying tbh and you'd just wish he'd come asap ,,, remember that sex is like physical exercise so u get tired after a while,, the whole "fuck all night" stuff is rare and mostly happens in movies lmao,, as long as you have time with them, you can go multiple rounds but feeling tired is real asf

ALWAYS USE PROTECTION, they might try to pull the "my dick is too big for these local condoms/it doesnt feel good with condoms" etc excuses BUT TRUST ME THOSE ARE LIES,, just USE PROTECTION

in india, we have something called an "i-pill" (morning after pill for non desis) and its less than 100 bucks at the medical store. no one will ask you anything for getting it, they usually dont care so dont hesitate!!! its better if the guy can get it for you and if your guy wont even buy you an i-pill then should you even be having sex with him????

there are side effects to taking the i-pill, your period may be late/have heavy flow/irregular bleeding, or you can experience nausea/dizziness etc after taking it. thankfully i have no symptoms and it feels normal ish but exercise CAUTION!!!

put a pillow under your back when you have sex, it helps make it hurt less!! bc your back is supported.

always clean up after you have sex!! go take a shower, gargle your mouth, make sure you dont have any of his cum near your kitty because semen will find its way inside you in mysterious ways 💀💀

STAY SAFE, HAVE FUN <333

AYYYYY 😭😭😭idk about husband stuff yet but I do hope my future husband is just as attentive, caring, considerate, loving, warm and kind as him

but u are soooo sweet MWAH MWAH

love,

Heaven

[hopetorun]

if youre still taking those fic asks i would LOVE to know what leon is thinking in the second winner's room when matthew chooses to suck his dick

sorry this took me so long but here is some pov flip for you!!

January 29, 2020 Rogers Place, Edmonton Flames 4 – Oilers 3 (SO)

Leon’s feet are cold as he shuffles down the hall to the winner’s room. If he had suspected he was going to get tapped tonight, he would’ve taken the time to put on socks. He didn’t really think—it wasn’t his best game, especially with the miss in the shootout, and there’s always the option of picking Connor, or Kass to get the final word in his back-and-forth with Tkachuk.

But here he is, punching in today’s door code—it takes him two tries—and the door swings open to reveal Tkachuk sitting on the bed.

Maybe Leon shouldn’t have made the blowjob so good last time. He knows there’s rumors about Tkachuk, even if he makes a point of not seeming too interested in any of the rumors. About anyone, but especially about Tkachuk.

“Hey,” Tkachuk says. His gaze is unsettlingly even. All he did tonight was let himself get beat up, Leon thinks, and then feels mean for it.

“Hi,” Leon says.

Tkachuk doesn’t say anything else, even though it’s his room and he’s the one who wanted Leon here. He looks Leon over, but there’s no leer in it. Leon squirms anyway, feeling like he might be getting graded. It’s easier to be on the ice with Tkachuk, taking swings at each other or—or making passes. It’s only been a few days since Leon made him laugh, mouthing fuck you even though he knew all the cameras would see.

“What do you want?” Leon asks, because he doesn’t want to think about that any more than he already has.

“What if I want to suck your dick this time?” Tkachuk still has that steady gaze, like this is normal for him. Maybe it is. Leon doesn’t manage to keep his own expression level, surprise showing on his face before he pushes it back down. There’s rumors about Tkachuk, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea for Leon to make things obvious. If Tkachuk wants to, though, it’s not like Leon hasn’t ever looked. His sweaty curls, his lips curled around his mouthguard.

Tkachuk raises a single eyebrow and smirks at him. It looks ridiculous. Leon liked his real smile last week better.

“If you’re not game we don’t have to,” Tkachuk says. “I know some guys—”

No one’s ever offered this to Leon before. Even when they’re both—no one has ever used their own room to suck Leon off. He’s never done it either, won a game and then gotten on his knees. He sees the appeal immediately, though. Too many guys in this league think that the only way to be in control is to shove your dick inside someone until they choke on it.

“I thought,” Leon starts, but it doesn’t matter what he thought. He knows what Tkachuk is offering, and it’s Tkachuk’s room to do what he wants with. “Sure, whatever you want.” That’s the way it goes, after all.

Tkachuk takes his sweatshirt off, and his shirt too. There’s still red marks from his pads, and a few smudges that look like they’ll be bruises by tomorrow. Leon does a very bad job not staring. He says something stupid, Tkachuk also says something stupid, and then Leon’s sitting down on the bed and Tkachuk is dropping to his knees. The movement looks comfortable, familiar. Leon has to put a lot of thought into breathing, and it takes him too long to remember that he should take his pants off.

Leon slides a hand into Tkachuk’s hair before he even stops to think that this is Tkachuk’s room. Maybe he doesn’t want to be touched.

But all Tkachuk says is, “Being on this side is more fun when you choose it.” Leon doesn’t pay any attention to what he says in response. Tkachuk’s hair is still a little wet, the curls tamed slightly by the water. He’s rubbing Leon’s dick along his cheek, just barely touching it with his lips. There’s no way this isn’t—he’s absolutely sucking dick outside the room. No one learns these tricks while somebody’s fucking your face to teach you a lesson for being a shithead. And that must happen to Tkachuk a lot.

Leon’s even thought about it. He’s not going to think about it anymore, not when he could be thinking about Tkachuk’s cheeks hollowed around his cock and the long eyelashes he’s looking up through. It’s obscene. His cock is so deep into Tkachuk’s throat. Leon clenches his fist tighter in Tkachuk’s hair, breathing slowly to keep from embarrassing himself. It’s hard to keep his hips still.

Tkachuk’s cheeks are flushed, and his chest is too. Easy to see, since he took his shirt off. He’s into this, and he’s not bothering to hide it. He’s—trusting Leon with that? Leon wants—

He wants Tkachuk to not jerk himself off before Leon can touch him. He pulls Tkachuk off his cock. It makes Tkachuk whine, which is going to feature in more of Leon’s fantasies than he cares to acknowledge.

“What are you doing?” he asks, even though he knows.

Tkachuk says, “Giving you a blowjob?” because he’s apparently always going to be a bit of a shithead. His hand is still pressed between his legs, even if his hips aren’t moving against it.

“That part,” Leon says.

“Saving you the trouble? I have to get off, and if I leave with a massive hard-on it’ll be pretty obvious I didn’t.”

Tkachuk groans when Leon tightens his fist. His lips are so red. Leon wants to touch them. Leon wants to touch him.

“What if I don’t want you to take care of it yourself?”

That puts them on the same page. They’ve both shown their cards. Tkachuk knows that Leon wants to touch him. He can do whatever he wants with that.

“What are you gonna do about it?” he asks, and that’s like he is on the ice, pushing, needling, trying to get a rise out of Leon. He’s so good at it there, and here too, apparently, as he licks Leon’s cock like a fucking lollipop once. Leon definitely does not feel like he’s in control right now.

“Hands where I can see them,” he says, and even when Tkachuk does it, it doesn’t stop the feeling that this is all spinning out of his grasp. And then Tkachuk’s mouth is back on him, and Leon decides there are worse things than being out of control.

[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

My “Fake” Boyfriend

Pairing: Best friend! Park Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, School AU

CW: None

Prompts: 22) “Shut up and kiss me.”

               29) “What did you do this time?”

               62) “Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.”

Word Count: 4800

Summary: You’re having some trouble getting rid of a guy who has a huge crush on you. Nothing you do or say seems to help your situation so you turn to your best friend for help.

Prompt List               MasterList         Buy me a Coffee

You and Seonghwa seemed like a very unlikely pairing. You were popular and always up to something, the pure definition of a social butterfly, but Seonghwa on the other hand not so much. He was the more quiet type, preferring to keep to himself and those who he held really close to him, which really only consisted of you and his two other friends Hongjoong and San. As children you and Seonghwa were inseparable, you spent every moment you could together and even had regular sleepovers, taking it in turns with who’s house you stay at, then high school came around and a few things changed. Your friendship circle grew and everyone seemed to know you, but Seonghwa stayed the same, this didn't affect your friendship in the slightest, everything still ran as it was just with the exception of there were a lot more people around you.

Over time Seonghwa grew to get used to your popularity, not like he had any choice really, you were always dragging him to someone's party or inviting him out with your large friend group. It was all a bit much for him at first, not knowing anyone and clinging to you like a lost puppy while you spoke to others, but you soon brought him out of his shell, helping him mingle with some of your closest friends and soon he was one of the group. But that wasn't all that changed over time, while you helped Seonghwa come out of his shell he helped you go back into yours a bit. Parties every weekend have now turned into once a month and you took your studies more seriously, noticing how your grades went from C's to B's and the occasional A. Having been an outsider of your group at one point it helped Seonghwa see who was really your friend and who was only there for the free alcohol, the social status and the possibility to get into your bed. He knew it wasn't his place to tell you who you should and shouldn't be friends with but that didn't stop him dropping subtle hints about how someone was acting towards you, and as soon as you stopped going to parties so often and calmed down a little you could see for yourself who was using you and who wasn't and before you knew it your huge friend group got reduced down to 8 and you had to admit, it was a lot better, easier, more fun...genuine.

And that takes you to present day, sitting around Wooyoung's kitchen table with the rest of your friends for one of your regular "study sessions", or at least that's how they usually started. You all agreed to do a rotation of who's place you'll study at but ultimately plans change, what starts off as a study group soon turns to the 9 of you hanging out and watching movies together. This was one of those days.

Various textbooks and notebooks were scattered across the table, long forgotten about, as you were all sucked into different conversations. The chatter was interrupted by Mingi’s stomach making a loud growling noise, gripping the attention of all of you and you all turn to look at him.

“Well I guess that’s a signal for us to order some food.” Wooyoung clapped his hands as he stood and rushed over to a draw full of menus leaving the rest of you laughing over Mingi’s embarrassed face. 

“Yunho’s turn to choose.” Wooyoung announced throwing down a pen and paper and selection of takeout menus for the elder to shuffle through, shrugging at all of them.

“Honestly I’m good with anything you guys pick.” Yunho said holding the menus out to everyone. 

“No, we have a system Yunho! You pick.” You all fall into laughter again over Wooyoung who seemed to be getting very dramatic over something as simple as ordering food. Yunho held his hands up in surrender and picked up a random menu.

“This will do.” He held up a pizza menu and scribbled down his order before passing both over to Jongho who was sat next to him to start the chain of orders. San stretched in his chair and let out a satisfied groan before standing up.

“Movie?” He chirps with a smile. It was like everyone was waiting for that suggestion to be made, everyone got to their feet and rushed to the living room to snatch up their seat to avoid having to sit on the floor. You race Mingi to the couch, pushing him out of the way before diving over the back of the couch securing your seat. Hongjoong had grabbed Seonghwa’s hand and led him through the chaos with expert precision, jumping over the ones on the floor and quickly dodging the ones running, and thanks to him Seonghwa secured a place next to you and Hongjoong the other side of him. The last spot was up for grabs now and to your surprise Jongho got it with ease sitting himself down on the other end of the couch, not even out of breath. Yeosang and Wooyoung were pulling at each other to the point they were both on the floor crawling for a spot, but their fighting meant they missed their chances.

“Ah really! This is your fault.” Wooyoung pouts kicking Yeosang lightly with his foot.

“Me!? You’re the one who pushed me to the floor you prick.” 

“And you grabbed my leg and tripped me, so your fault.” Wooyoung sulks as he plops himself on the floor in front of you crossing his arms over his chest to emphasise his pouting. 

“Aww Woo you can take my seat if you want a seat that bad.” You offer tapping his shoulder sympathetically.

“No it’s okay...I’ll suffer.” He dramatically huffs shooting a glare at Yeosang next to him.

“Well don’t say I didn’t offer.” You laugh. 

With everyone seated and happy (except Wooyoung) San finds a movie and presses play. You didn’t even get 20 minutes into the movie before the doorbell rang signaling food had arrived, and now everyone’s attention was more on getting their stomachs filled more than the movie. 

“I’ll get it.” Yeosang says getting up from his spot on the floor as San pauses the movie so he doesn’t miss anything.

“I’ll come help, it’s a lot of food.” Seonghwa calls over climbing off the couch and carefully stepping over the others on the floor to make his way to the door with Yeosang. With a mischievous glance behind him, Wooyoung took ample opportunity to steal Seonghwa’s seat despite protests and kicks from you and Hongjoong he stayed rooted to the spot.

“Hey Yeo, can I ask you something?” Seonghwa whispers to him once they get to the kitchen.

“Sure what’s up, and why are you whispering?” 

“You know y/n just as well as I do right? And you hung out a lot before she had me join the group, so I was just wondering if she...you know...mentioned anything about me?” Seonghwa could feel his cheeks heat up a little as he spoke and he busied himself with food to try his best to hide it.

“Yeah man, she’s mentioned you loads of times, hardly shut up really. She said you two have been best friends since you were kids, you lived next door to each other and did everything together.” Yeosang started casually.

“She even told us how she begged and begged you to join us from time to time but you always said no, saying there were too many people.” The two of them chuckle together remembering how timid Seonghwa was around large groups and how now it all seemed to have changed. Ironic really.

“Why do you ask?” Yeosang questioned turning to face Seonghwa who was now blushing profusely.

“I’m gonna tell you this because I trust you and because you’re the one who will give me a straight answer.” Before carrying on Seonghwa takes a deep breath.

“I think I like y/n...Like a lot, she’s my best friend but I just can’t help but want more with her you know, so that’s why I asked, I guess I was hoping she’d have said something that might give the impression she felt the same.” Yeosang gives out a sigh once Seonghwa had finished, he didn’t want to do this to him but he knew this was why he came to him, he wouldn’t give him false hope.

“She spoke about you a lot and was always happy when she spoke about you, but if I’m going to be brutally honest with you...I didn’t get any hint she felt the same...I’m sorry.” Seonghwa could see how sorry Yeosang was, it was all in his eyes and how he looked at him with such a pitiful look.

“Look it’s okay, I didn’t expect her too, I guess I just wanted to know so I would know if I needed to push my feelings aside or not, it’s okay really.” Despite his heart being crushed he still gave Yeosang a smile showing that he was okay and helped him carry the food into the living room. 

“You son of a bitch!” Seonghwa yelled out to Wooyoung noticing how he’d stolen his spot.

“Hey, you snooze you lose, you left the seat unattended so I took it.” Wooyoung says back with a shit eating grin.

“We tried to move him, we even kicked him but he’s being so stubborn.” Hongjoong sighs slapping Wooyoung across the back of the head to which the younger winced at but still showed no signs of moving. 

“Well for that go get your own food.” Seonghwa says as he hands Hongjoong his plate and then yours making sure to clearly skip Wooyoung, enjoying the way his mouth hangs open in shock.

“Not falling for it, if I get up to get food you’re just gonna sit here again.” Wooyoung glares.

“I’m okay with you starving.” Seonghwa laughs. With a huff and a groan Wooyoung gets up and runs to the kitchen to get his own plate and as soon as he disappears behind the wall Seonghwa retakes his rightful spot next to you. Taking a quick glance before taking his seat Yeosang gives Seonghwa a small smile, he can see how happy Seonghwa is with you but he felt awful for being the one to tell him the bad news.

-

It’s been a week since Seonghwa had confessed his feelings about you to Yeosang and nothing has changed, the group functions as normal and Seonghwa is fine, yes he has to now crush down the feeling he harbors for you but to him it’s worth it if it means he gets to keep you as his best friend. 

Walking into his next class, first to arrive 5 minutes early as always, he sees you hiding behind the door. The sight of you crouched on the floor makes him jump a little but if anything he’s more confused than anything.

“Y/n?” You quickly shush him and shuffle yourself further into your hiding spot.

“Sorry, but why are you hiding behind the door?” Seonghwa whispers walking over and quietly shutting the door so you could talk properly.

“I’m in trouble.” You say quickly, peeking your head up to the bottom of the window of the door checking the hallway.

“What did you do this time?”

“Rude, I haven’t done anything.” You answer back slightly offended that your best friend since childhood thought you were the cause of all this. 

“There’s this guy Seungmin, I hardly know him and he decided a couple of weeks ago to confess to me out of nowhere.” Seonghwa’s heart fell to the floor, he knew by the way you were hiding that you rejected him, but he couldn’t help the anxiety he felt over it, not only did someone else like you but you rejected him and it just made Seonghwa worry if you’d do the same to him if he ever dared to confess one day. 

“I rejected him as nicely as I could but that didn’t seem to be enough for him, he’s been following me around like a lost puppy ever since. He keeps trying to ask me out, he leaves flowers and poems in my locker and any time he’s around me he’s all up in my personal bubble and gets really touchy, and I keep telling him I’m not interested but it never works. So that’s why I’m hiding.” You let out a sigh once you finished sliding your way back down the door to sit on the floor.

“It sounds to me like you need a way to get this guy off your back, you can’t be hiding in classrooms the rest of your school life.” Your head fell into your hands knowing Seonghwa was right but you had no idea how to shake Seungmin, if you did you’d have done it by now.

“Like damn, this guy is really desperate to be with you. Why don’t you tell him you have a boyfriend or something maybe that’ll help.” Seonghwa crouches down next to you resting a comforting hand on your shoulder as you groan to yourself.

“Seonghwa, you and me both know I’m painfully single, he’ll see right through it.” The thought brewed in your head for a few moments and then it was like a lightbulb went off in your head. You shot to your feet quietly squealing with excitement over your plan.

“You! You could pretend to be my boyfriend!” Seonghwa followed your actions, shooting to his feet and looking at you bewhildered.

“What!” 

“Come on, it’s fool proof, you’re my best friend, the person I trust the most in my life and I’m always with you it’s so believable and you’ll only have to act like my boyfriend when he’s around.” You were over the moon with your plan but Seonghwa on the other hand was having an internal war with himself over it. The pros being he gets to pretend to be with you, gets to for brief moments treat you the way he so desperately wants to, but the cons were what made his heart sink...it would be fake.

“I don’t know y/n.” 

“Come on, like you said I can’t spend the rest of my school life hiding in classrooms so if you could help me with this I’ll be more than grateful.” He wanted to slap the stupid out of him but he nodded to you before his brain could even catch up with everything.

“Really!? Thank you! I owe you big time I really do.” You throw your arms around him giving him a quick hug.

“It’s okay, but you should get going class is in 2 minutes and your next class is the other side of campus.” He chuckles trying to shove you to the door.

-

Lunch rolls around and you’re sat with your group as usual. The whole canteen could probably hear you all with San and Mingi screeching, Wooyoung laughing and Yunho trying to shout over them to talk to the rest of you. It was safe to say your table tended to gain a lot of attention but today it gained the attention of a certain someone. Being wedged between Seonghwa and Jongho and too engrossed in what Yunho had to say you didn’t notice Seungmin approaching your table.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa whispers to you giving you a small nudge to gain your attention.

“Don’t look but that guy you were talking about is on his way over here.” You feel your body tense up and your eyes widen as you look at Seonghwa who has his eyes fixed on Seungmin who was getting closer and closer.

“We need think fast, what do you want to do?” Seonghwa was purely playing his roll based on you and what you felt comfortable with, if it was up to him he’d shower you with love and affection but he’s not going to over step any lines. 

You wrack your brain for a couple of seconds quickly thinking of something...anything. You shuffle closer to Seonghwa, your thigh pressed against his and interlocked your arm in his leaning into him as you rest your chin on his shoulder looking up at him with big eyes while he gives you a soft smile in return.

Watching the scene unfold in front of him Yeosang shoots Seonghwa a questioning look, remembering their conversation last week. Seonghwa glances at the younger and waves him off signaling he’ll explain it to him later but Yeosang can’t help but keep his confused gaze on the both of you. You’re determined to keep your eyes fixed on Seonghwa hoping he’ll let you know if the coast clears. Seonghwa has half of his attention on the group, chiming in where he can so everything looks normal, the other half of his attention is purely on Seungmin who stopped in his tracks when he saw how you were with Seonghwa. It took a few moments for Seungmin’s movements to start again but this time he walked in the opposite direction to your table, leaving you in peace.

“I think he’s leaving.” Seonghwa whispers looking over to Seungmin’s figure shrinking the further away he got. You turn your head a little to look for yourself but you hear a small hiss from Seonghwa.

“Don’t move just yet, he may come back, play it safe for now.” It was true that he didn’t want Seungmin coming back to bother you but most of the truth lied in the fact he didn’t want you to move away from him, the close proximity had his heart pounding out of his chest but the warmth spreading throughout his body felt so nice he didn’t want it to end. 

“I guess your plan seems to be working.” Seonghwa chuckles to you making you giggle in return.

“I guess it is.” 

-

Weeks have gone by and your plan has been a hit and miss. When you’re with Seonghwa Seungmin leaves you alone, he hovers around keeping you in his line of sight but never approaches you, however, when Seonghwa isn’t around that’s when you’re in trouble. Just like right now. 

It was coming to the end of your free period. You’d spent your time in the library “doing work” when really you were too busy scrolling through various social media apps and seeing as you had 15 minutes left before your next class you felt it would be good to pack up now and get a head start. And that’s when Seungmin found you. Headphones in, you were in your own world as you stuffed books into your locker and sifted around for the ones you needed, you didn’t notice Seungmin leaning against the locker next to yours. Shutting the door to your locker you jump out of your skin when you see him waiting for you, a wide grin on his face now he’s alone with you. 

“Hi.” He simply greets, shuffling just the tiniest bit closer to you.

“Hi Seungmin.” You start through gritted teeth as you quickly try to think of an excuse to get away from him.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, you’re always with...them.” You knew by “them” he really meant Seonghwa.

“But since you’re here now I want to ask you something.” 

“I’m sorry, I can’t stick around...Chemistry starts soon.” You smile your best false smile as you wave your textbook taking a step back from him which he closes in an instant, getting closer then before.

“It’ll only take a second.” You got to give it to him, he’s persistent.

“Look I really...”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me tomorrow night. There’s a new Romcom showing, I know how much you love them.” Oh he couldn’t be more wrong, everyone who knew you knew you’d rather stick pins in your eyes than sit through a stupid Romcom.

“Oh, thank you but I can’t, I have a...a...study group tomorrow.” You’re really thinking on your toes now, throwing out anything that came to mind, but it looked like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Every step you took away from him he’s take two more towards you. 

The bell rang signaling for everyone to get ready and head to class but there you were still trying to get away from Seungmin who was dropping different days for you to go out with him and different “date” ideas.

At this moment Seonghwa turned the corner of the corridor where you were, a smile gracing his face when he saw you but it quickly fell when his eyes met Seungmin who was now mere inches away from you. He needed to act fast. Approaching the two of you he managed to catch the tail end of the conversation.

“Oh no sorry not that day either I have...”

“Then how’s Wednesday?” 

“Oh that’s the 25th right, can’t it’s...”

“Hey you.” Seonghwa beams down at you throwing his arm around your shoulder pulling you in close to him. He could feel the tension leave you slightly but it seemed you were still on edge.

“What are we talking about here? What’s going on Wednesday?” Seungmin’s face dropped as soon as Seonghwa turned up, finally taking a few steps back to create some distance.

“Oh Seungmin was just...”

“Look don’t worry about it, you have a busy schedule I get that. We’ll work something out.” Now it was his turn to give you a false smile and giving a quick glance to Seonghwa and taking note of how his arm was still tightly wrapped around you before taking his leave. A sigh of relief leaves you and you wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s waist in need of comfort.

“Thank you.” You sigh looking up at him as he looks down at you a little wide eyed.

“No need to thank me, you looked like you needed saving so that’s what I did, I’m pretty sure any fake boyfriend would do that.” He laughs a little at his own joke despite the slight pang of pain his heart felt when he had to include the word fake into his sentence. 

“Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.” You joke lightheartedly with a small giggle as you step away from him. He’s glad you created the distance when you did because if you stayed where it was a guarantee that you’d be able to hear, maybe even feel, how his heart was beating out of his chest right now. 

“Are you okay though?” He asks dodging your statement.

“I’m okay, I just wish he’d just accept I’m not interested and I never will be.” Seonghwa gives you a small pitiful smile in response.

“I better head off to class, but I’ll see you at lunch.” You say quickly waving at Seonghwa before you start to jog down the hall to your class, leaving Seonghwa with your words stewing in his head.

 Chemistry went by pretty quickly and now you were free for the next hour for lunch and a good thing too because for half of the class you could hear your stomach give out light grumbles. Walking through the doorway of the class you were surprised to be met with Seonghwa who was waiting for you.

“Were you waiting for me?” You lightly tease giving him a gentle poke in the ribs with your elbow.

“Am I not allowed to wait for my best friend to finish class so we can go to lunch?” 

“Okay, okay, just let me throw this in my locker first.” You say as you hold up the textbook to him as he nods in reply.

The walk to your locker was short and Seonghwa waited patiently for you to finish what you were doing.

“So the next study session is at my place.” Seonghwa starts, leaning on the locker next to yours.

“I was just wondering if...ah shit.” Seonghwa groans dropping his head back on the lockers. Seungmin was starting to get to Seonghwa now too as he watched him strut his way through the crowd and clearly heading towards you. It’s times like this he wishes he wasn’t such a nice guy and just wished he could tell him to fuck off.

“What?”

“HE’s coming over again.” Seonghwa groans again, his patience wearing thin.

“Nah, he won’t come over, you’re here.”

“Oh really because he seems pretty determined to talk to you again.” You shut your locker door and turn to look in Seungmin’s direction, he was indeed heading your way, waving at you when he noticed you looking in his direction. Your eyes widen and panic sets in, you don’t want a repeat of earlier and it seemed this time Seonghwa’s presence wasn’t going to get you out of it. 

“Seonghwa what do I do?” You flap, turning to face him eyes blown wide with panic and Seonghwa’s expression not looking much better. You wrack your brain again in search of a way to get Seungmin away from you, but the only idea you had was pretty drastic but it was the only idea you had.

“Kiss me.” You blurt out. Seonghwa’s eyes widened so much if they got any wider they’d surely fall out of his head.

“What?”

“Kiss me.” You say with more urgency.

“Y/n, I don’t know about that.” He was avoiding it for your sake, if it was up to him he’d have kissed you in a heartbeat but he knew deep down this was all just to get rid of someone so he couldn’t help but hesitate.

“Seonghwa... Shut up and kiss me.” You could hear Seungmin’s footsteps getting closer and Seonghwa wasn’t moving so you took matters into your own hands. Gripping him by the collar of his shirt you pulled him down to you crashing your lips into his. It was like a firework factory had been set alight in Seonghwa’s stomach, his mind going dizzy as your lips moulded to his and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, his body had a mind of it’s own. 

Lost in the sensation of Seonghwa’s lips on yours you didn’t notice how Seungmin’s footsteps stopped abruptly. He watched the whole thing unfold, he was denying that you and Seonghwa were “a thing” but now seeing how he held you in his arms and you kissed like air wasn’t a necessity it got the message into his head...you were taken. With a sigh Seungmin hung his head low and walked straight past the two of you unbeknownst to the both of you.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away from the kiss and is quiet for a moment as he let’s himself come to terms with what just happened.

“Well looks like it worked.” He breathed out seeing no sign of Seungmin.

“Oh...Yeah.” You didn’t care about Seungmin right now, actually you’d completely forgotten about him until Seonghwa brought him up.

“Umm...Well...Are you okay?” Seonghwa asks rubbing the back of his neck avoiding eye contact with you.

“Actually...I’m great.” You smile more so to yourself.

“Really?”

“Yeah, this might sound a bit crazy to you but I don’t feel awkward about the kiss at all...it’s like...” Seonghwa brings his eyes to your face now, studying every little movement.

“Like what?” 

“Like it felt right, like it should have happened a long time ago.” You could feel a small blush creep up to your cheeks at your confession. You meant every word you said, kissing Seonghwa felt exactly like what you’d been missing in life for so long, like it was the last piece to a puzzle.

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa was refusing to look too deeply into what you were saying out of fear of getting his heartbroken if he misunderstood you.

“I mean...I liked it...I like you...I guess it just took me to kiss you to realise it.” You dropped your head to look at your feet, to you your whole friendship was hung on a thin string. Seonghwa brought your head back up to look at him again, a finger under your chin as he looked over your face again looking for any sign of doubt, to which he found none. That was his message. Cupping your cheek in his hand he pulled you in for another kiss. This one was deeper and it poured out every ounce of love he held for you, how much he wanted you to be his and only his. This time you were the one to pull away with an awestruck look on your face.

“Seonghwa?”

“I like you too y/n, I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, but fuck, I like you so damn much it hurts.” You couldn’t find the right words to say to him, nothing you could think of felt right in that moment.

“Y/n, please, be mine.” He held your face in both hands keeping eye contact with you. Then you nodded, not trusting your mouth to answer for you, so you nodded with a wide smile. In that moment you both found the missing pieces to your puzzles and yet they were in front of you the whole time. 

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THE PHOTOBOOTH | 002. TUTOR

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around 8 am, misaki already at school, sitting at her desk finishing up some homework she wasn't able to get done at home due to work.

"misa," ryu greeted her, pulling a seat up near her friend, "what are you doing?"

"working on our english language coursework."

"oh my god, can you help me with that?" she asked as she began to slide a notebook out of her bag, placing it on the desk.

"as long as you help me with korean studies," misa shot back with a smile, pulling the notebook open beside her own.

"of course," ryujin said happily.

a fun fact about they’re friend group, they all have certain subjects their really good at and some they aren't and so they help each other out. misa is good at science and language courses (as for english), ryujin is good at korean studies + geography (history), wonyoung is good at math- including yeonjun. as for jeongin and beomgyu, they love photograhy. for kai, kai excels at korean language, and they host study group sessions thats normally hosted at misa's house.

"also what’d you get for your after school activity?" ryujin asked after a while of misa teaching her why its easier to mix words together such as you with will, are- and every different way to say you are. in the end she surprisingly understood quite a lot.

"i put haiku, what about you?"

"i put music," ryu nodded, finishing up her work, "why’d you pick haiku?"

misa paused in thought, "well even though my strong suit is not korean language, i think im better working on something more poetic. plus its part of my culture."

"well when you make your first haiku," she started, "send it to me!"

misaki smiled at her due to ryu’s wide smile, "will do, now finish your work."

ryujin chuckled at her before writing. eventually the class started and next thing you know, the lunch bell is ringing. misaki cleaned up her desk a little bit before walking out of her classroom, someone calling out to her.

"choi misaki!" it was her advisor.

"mrs. kim, how are you?" misa asked, walking up to her.

"i’m doing great," she responded, "do you have some time to spare?"

"uh yeah."

"before i tell you," she started, "how’s college viewing going?"

"we haven’t gone yet, the college viewing is in 2 weeks," she told her with a small smile.

"oh where are you guys going? or should i say... where'd you apply to visit for your four days?" mrs. kim questioned.

"um i put seoul national university, yonsei university, sungkyunkwan university, and pusan national university."

"what do you want to study?" she conversed.

"uh.." she paused, almost hesitant, "fashion design or architecture."

"hm, thats surprising because you excel is certain classes and others not as good," misaki slowly nodded, "you’re not interested in anything that has to do with science?"

"nothing really caught my eye," she told her advisor, "none of them seemed interesting or worth doing, in my opinion."

"i see.. but you definitely want to do something with measurements and lengths. your grades are not bad so i’m sure you can do it but since you excel more in science, i expected something else."

misaki stayed silent, standing beside mrs. kims desk.

"anyways," she said, starting a new topic, "i called you hear to ask if you were interested in doing a job here at school. it just involves you staying on campus longer."

"what’s the job?" misa asked since she is definitely in need of some money.

"after school tutoring, you get paid ₩20,030 a session and you get a bonus of ₩13,353 every A they get in a subject."

in misaki's eyes, it was a steal. there wasn't really a down side since it was on campus, she didn’t have to rush anywhere, but at jamba she had to rush to the mall every late afternoon.

"they particularly need help in english since it is your strong suit and for them.. not so much," mrs. kim added, "in return, he can teach you photography."

"photography?" misaki asked, not entirely understanding.

"you signed up for photography," she told her, "for your after school course."

misa gave her a confused look. mrs. kim searched through piles of papers before handing one to her, "look, your name is signed up for photography."

"oh," she mumbled.

"did you want to change it?"

"oh, no no its okay. i had totally forgotten that i signed up for an after school course," she lied. in fact she knew exactly who signed her up for that.

"so would you like to do tutoring as a job?" she asked.

before misaki could even properly think it through, she agreed.

as soon as misaki entered the cafeteria, she immediately spotted the boy and once she reached their table she sat down aggressively in front of him.

"you cow!" she cursed, "you signed me up for photography without asking me!?"

"what are you talking about?" beomgyu scoffed, "you’re the one that told me to sign you up."

"what?"

"the day we were all signing up, i said i was going to go sign up for photography and you said you wanted to do it too."

"i wasn’t talking to you! i was talking to kai," misa argued, "we were both gonna sign up for haiku."

"ohh!" he gasped, "well you could go change it."

"no because mrs. kim already made arrangements for me to get extra credits for learning photography with this one kid i’m supposably tutoring." the conversations tension lowered, now involving the whole table.

"you’re tutoring?" wonyoung lightly gasped with her mouth full of stir-fried noodles.

"also, here's your lunch," ryujin said, pushing misa's lunch box her way.

"oh my gosh, i forgot about that. thanks, ryu."

"of course!"

"since when did you want to do tutoring?" gyu asked, "plus its the start of the second semester."

"i never really wanted to do tutoring, she offered it and when she brought up me getting paid, i immediately was hooked."

"how much are you getting paid?" ryu asked, curious if she should sign up to be a tutor.

" ₩20,030 a session and i get a bonus of ₩13,353 for every A they get in a subject," misa told them, opening up her lunch box.

"not gonna lie, that’s a good deal," wonyoung nodded, "i should ask to be a math tutor."

"go for it, girl," misa encouraged, wonie laughed shaking her head.

"but what about jamba?" ryu butted in.

"oh yeah," gyu nodded, "are you quitting?"

"probably," misa sighed, "i’ve been thinking about it for a while now, especially since i should focus more on my studies. i’m not even sure of what i want to do in the future and we're already juniors."

"it’s okay, you still have a while til you gotta decide that," gyu assured her, "but on the topic of colleges, what colleges did you guys sign up for?"

"seoul national univers-"

ryujin was interrupted by gyu, "oh my gosh same!"

"let her finish, gyu," misa laughed before eating up her bulgogi.

"seoul national university for the first day, yonsei, sungkyunkwan, and chonbuk national," ryu finished.

"i picked the first two and last one but i also asked to go see pusan university."

"no way!" misa gasped, smacking beomgyu’s shoulder lightly, "we're going to be together for all four days!"

"what!" he yelled is disbelief.

"i wish i was a grade 2 so bad!" wonie sobbed hysterically, "while you guys are off on field trips for four days straight, i’ll be in class."

"sorry wonie, but you could always message me imessage games if you’re bored!" misaki teased.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

once the last period bell rang, misaki collected all of her items and left some of her books inside of her desk before making her way to the library. ryujin walked with her until they passed the music room, her stop.

"bye ryu! tell yeonjun i said hi."

"got it! have fun tutoring," she laughed, misa rolled her eyes before peeking her head in huening kai’s classroom. as if lucky, kai's class was right down the hall from the music room.

"kai!" she called out, he looked her way as he was packing up his books, "i'll walk you to haiku on the way to the library."

"i thought you signed up for after school haiku too?" he asked while walking over to her.

they walked side by side in the hallway as it started to empty, students walking to their after school activities. the library and the haiku room are in the second building.

once they took the stairs down to the first floor, misa had already finished explaining why she was heading to the library.

"well either way, you’re going to be spending a lot of time with beomgyu."

"i wish grade 3's were allowed to go on college viewings with us!" she complained, "it would be so fun walking around college campus's with most of the group because it would have you, innie, and jun with us."

"yeah but by the end of this summer, we're already gonna be in college," hyuka told her.

he opened the door to building one before opening the door to building two.

"what colleges did you apply to?"

"i applied to seoul university, if i get accepted there then i would immediately just go," he said, "the other options are just backups."

"so it’s your dream college?" she asked.

"i guess you could say that.." he mumbled in thought, "what about you, do you know where you wanna go for college?"

"still not sure. its between seoul national university, sungkyunkwan, and pusan national and for my fourth one i said yonsei as my backup. i know i want to go to one of those," she told him, "oh and heres my stop."

"have fun tutoring," he laughed, "never once had i expected you to want to be a tutor," he started to whisper as she pushed open the door.

"see you later, hyuka."

"later, misa!"

she walked in and brought herself to the librarian. it was a girl she knew, minji.

"oh hey minji."

"hey misaki, what brings you to the library?" she asked.

"i’m starting to tutor someone and i was wondering if mrs. kim told you if there was a certain study room i was assigned to?"

"oh yes," she nodded, getting up from her seat, "she told me to write it down," she pulled a paper out from under the desk before telling me to sign the check in box, "its to check if you even showed up."

"i’m guessing my 'to be tutored' hasnt arrived yet," misa guessed upon looking at the empty box on the paper. minji shook her head in response.

"i’ll see you later, minji," misa waved as she headed for the room number that was labelled on the paper.

she eventually found study room #5 and walked in. she'd been in here a couple times with her best friends when they couldn't go to someone’s house.

she sat down and took off her backpack, taking out her notebook and a pencil, waiting for them to arrive. after a couple minutes she could see someone in the corner of her eye at the door, it was 'photobooth guy'.

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Steve glares at the two of them. For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just lets the weight of his stare settle over the room, and it’s really heavy.

Nancy feels four years old again, like she just got scolded by her mother for waking up the baby. Only this time, there’s no baby to glare at with all the malice a four-year-old can muster.

There’s only Eddie, and Nancy knows that if she looks at him, she will, bizarrely, start laughing, because that’s just the kind of night this whole shitshow has turned into.

Finally, Steve takes a breath. Lets it out. Says, “This is what happens when two smart people make a plan with zero common sense.”

Neither one of them open their mouths to argue.

“What the fuck, guys?” he whispers. “Are you kidding me?”

“Wish we were,” Eddie mumbles.

Nancy elbows him in the ribs and fights back a smile when he tries to elbow her back and misses.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve asks, but Nancy doesn’t know who he’s asking.

Eddie answers, “We didn’t want to worry anyone.”

Nancy fights not to roll her eyes. That answer sounded stupid the second it left Eddie’s mouth. 

Not that she has a better one.

Steve is speechless. He opens and closes his mouth before finally saying, “I’m gonna correct myself. You’re both fucking stupid.”

Nancy bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying something cruel along the lines of “pot, kettle,” even though she doesn’t mean it.

She gets it. Steve is concerned. This is why they didn’t want to tell anyone.

“So is no one going to worry when they find Eddie dead? When Nancy starts acting differently?”

“I don’t-”

“You do,” Steve says. “You go quiet. It’s scary. And I know it would be worse if you killed a friend.”

Nancy flinches at the word. Killed. It sounds so personal. Barbaric. Cruel.

But she doesn’t have another word for it.

“Sorry,” Steve says, and then he softens. “You should hesitate, Nancy. None of us ever should have had that beaten out of us.”

“But we did,” she argues.

“We don’t have to stay like that!” Steve shouts.

Nancy looks at Eddie for some sort of help, but he’s staring up at the ceiling. She knows he’s trying not to cry. She doesn’t say anything about it.

“I can’t lose you,” Steve says softly. He takes Eddie’s hand, and Nancy can’t help but feel like she’s intruding.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, and yeah, not Nancy’s proudest moment, but she almost rolls her eyes at the pet name right then and there, “if he gets in my head, it’s better that I’m not around.”

“He’s gone,” Steve pleads. “We saw the body. We fucking burned the body. He can’t get inside your head anymore.”

He turns to Nancy. “You know that, too, right?”

The truth? Nancy doesn’t know that. Not at all.

Logically, she does. She watched the flames go up. But she hasn’t slept right since ‘83, and she’ll never be that girl again, the one who was worried about popularity and grades and writing about pep rallies.

Some days, it’s harder to put the gun down. It’s easier to justify it being in her hands if there’s a threat. If there’s someone who needs her to pull a trigger without hesitation.

It seems like that’s gone now, too.

But she doesn’t answer Steve’s question. She just curls tighter into herself, sitting on his bedroom floor, and tries not to let the weight of that realization crush her tighter.

She’s only half successful.

Eddie puts his arm around her, pulls her close to his side. She lets him.

“It’s not better if you’re not around,” Steve says, looking away from Nancy.

“I could hurt-”

“I don’t care,” Steve interrupts, and god, now he sounds choked-up, too. “I don’t give a shit. We need you. The kids need you, and Robin needs you, and Nancy needs you, and I need you. Our lives are better with you in it.”

Eddie swallows. “I can’t go through that again, Steve.”

“You won’t,” Steve says. “You won’t ever have to. But if you did, we’d figure it out. You, neither of you, get to make that decision without talking to someone. I can’t lose either of you.”

Nancy looks up at Steve. Sees that he’s definitely crying now. Wonders how he can do it without his voice shaking.

She knows she could probably dredge up an answer. She knows she would hate it.

“Please,” Steve says, and his voice finally cracks. “I can’t lose either of you.”

“I know,” Eddie murmurs, and he hauls Steve in for a hug, squished against Nancy, too.

The three of them sit for a while, breathing, finally calming down after way too damn long, until Steve loosens their little circle.

“I think talking to someone might help you two.”

Nancy doesn’t want to admit that he’s right, not now, sitting on his bedroom floor at nearly four in the morning, but he is. He is right. She’s been thinking about it for a while, more so since she wrote down Eddie’s favor on the List.

She settles for a nod, rather than admitting anything, and it feels pretty good to see some of the tension leave his shoulders.

But this, of course, is the moment Eddie chooses to fight. She can see it before he says anything, sees the way he completely shuts down.

“No,” he says firmly. “I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t say you were,” Steve says.

“You insinuated it.” Eddie gets up and starts pacing. His arms fly so wildly as he talks that Nancy is afraid he’ll smack his hand into the wall. “Shrinks are for crazy people, and I’m not crazy, Steve. I know what crazy is, and I’m not it.”

Nancy has heard this spiel before, on the floor of Eddie’s bedroom while he got high and she sipped on the vodka she snuck over. 

I know what crazy is, he had said then, just like he’s saying now. Crazy isn’t me. Crazy isn’t dealing with what I dealt with. I’m not crazy.

Crazy is moving states multiple times to follow delusions of grandeur. Crazy is planning a trip to Disney World with money you don’t have, only to not leave the house for a month. Crazy is complete and utter instability. Crazy is shrinks that break the bank and pills that aren’t good for anything except for when you take a whole bottle of them and then a social worker takes you to live with your uncle. 

That’s what crazy is, Drew.

“Will you go if I go?” Nancy asks, quiet in the midst of Steve and Eddie’s growing argument.

Both of them stop talking, hands frozen in the air.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Will you go,” Nancy says slowly, “if I go?”

Steve raises his eyebrows, and, after a glance at Eddie’s face, has the audacity to look something close to smug.

Nancy didn’t realize how much she missed seeing that expression on his face.

Eddie frowns, and Nancy can read his face like a book. He’s thinking about it. Hard. Weighing out the options, weighing his pride against the possibility of getting better, weighing his pain against whatever consequences Steve would otherwise impose on him.

Steve’s boyfriend privilege is really working in his favor. No wonder he looks so smug.

“Well,” Eddie says, smiling in a way that looks like it hurts, “I can’t let you go alone, now can I?”

Steve huffs out a laugh, and Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Of course you can’t,” she says. “It would be-”

“Bad manners,” Eddie finishes, making her laugh. 

It feels good to laugh, even though it’s nonsensical. Nancy hasn’t let herself be nonsensical in a long time.

But then Eddie is laughing at her laughter, and Steve looks, confused, between the two of them.

“Inside joke,” Eddie tells him.

Nancy remembers when Eddie first told her the story when he got told he had “bad manners” for not walking a girl home as a kid and how he started being overly chivalrous to try to make up for it.

Since then, “bad manners” has applied to all kinds of exaggerated chivalry.

Eddie not letting her do this by herself probably doesn’t count. Neither of them care.

Steve groans. “Are Robin and I this annoying?”

“Yes,” Eddie and Nancy say in unison, which makes them laugh again, and for a second, for the first time since she got out of her car, Nancy feels a little lighter.

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[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

:: Session o1 - New Beginnings ::

“Therapy?” Tara read, and reread the email three times just to make sure she was fully comprehending it. And oh boy was she. Okay, sure she knew that was part of the point of coming here, to try to do better and get better. That’s all her mother wanted for her, but it was SUMMER. She at least thought she’d get some leniency.  

Rolling around in her bed, she tossed her phone aside, hoping she could at least ignore it for another hour or so. “Sugar what is mommy going to doooooo?” She whined, pulling a pillow over her head and trying to shut out the light spilling in from the windows. 

Two hours later, Tara was standing outside Dean Tat’s door, anxiously pacing. She was never nervous, she could yap herself out of any situation but this time that was precisely what she feared. What if she said too much? What if they found some way to use it against her? 

Her head snapped up as she heard the creak of the door opening. “Tara- oh! There you are, come in!” Dean Tat’s voice was warm and inviting, but it didn’t do much to calm the brunette’s nerves as she took a seat on the couch. “Tara, there’s nothing to be worried about this is just a routine first session. Just to see how you’re adjusting to a new school, and any possible triggers.”

“But what if this is the trigger?” Oh, she shouldn’t have said that! Fuck, Tat was writing something down now. “KIDDING!” She quickly tried to recover, hoping not to have anything too obscene written about her. Tara couldn’t help but try to steal a peak, causing Tat to immediately pull back and hide the notepad even more. Maybe she could break in late in the night and steal it… just to take a peak… 

“Let’s just start this off nice and simple… How do you feel you’re adjusting to the Uni?”

“Oh, good! Good! Making lots of friends.” And friends who have connections at that. God it’s almost as easy as LA to score here, do these Deans even know what’s going on behind their backs? “Everyone in Alpha is great- even the quiet one seems to be nicer than he lets on… You guys should really work on getting him out of his shell you know? I think that’d be-“ 

“Tara, this therapy session is about you.” She had heard that Tat was the firm but fair Dean, it would have been so much easier if she had gotten one of the Deans that was easily distractible or that liked to yap. But she had a feeling they paired her with Tat because of her ability to keep someone on topic. Ugh, she hated that they were good at their jobs.

“How are you this week? Any big events for you?”

She thought back to the Pride event, and shook her head smiling. “Nope! I’ve been peachy keen jelly bean! Mostly just figuring out what courses I’ll be taking for the fall semester.” It looked like Tat didn’t quite believe her, but she didn’t push that question further, it was after all just their first session. 

“Do you think you’re getting better?” Tara couldn’t help but frown. She had never felt like she had anything to recover from in the first place. Okay, sure she was a party girl, and she liked her blow but so did half of LA. Yet somehow that hadn’t landed all of them here. And yes, on a few occasions she had gotten too fucked up and couldn’t entirely piece together the night before… “Yes? No? What’s the right answer here?” Fuck! Fuck, now she was bombing for real.

“Tara there are no right or wrong answers here, you’re not being graded. This is just to see how we can help you… Have you been having any extra stress lately? Anything that could maybe trigger you?”

Again, she thought back to the Pride event, and how her first instinct was to search for a little white line when anything bad happened. “Nope, honestly I just don’t get stressed! I’m fine, I think you may be wasting your time on me. I can just go, let you get to your next p-“ “Sit down Tara.” And so she sat.

“Now, I’d like to give you an assignment before you go.” “But it’s Summ-“ “Tara, please. This will be so much easier for both of us if you just listen.” It wasn’t said mean spirited, but more so like when your mom is just exasperated with you. Feeling much like a scolded child, Tara just nodded. “I’d like you to start journaling. Nothing too crazy, doesn’t even have to be about anything specific. But once a day I’d like you to write in a journal. Please bring it with you to our meeting next week.”

“Are you going to read it?” “Not if you don’t want me to. Now, our time is up. I’ll see you same time next week okay? If you need to see me sooner… I’m here.” There was something about the way she said it, like she knew Tara would be back sooner than the week? Maybe she could just see through all the bullshitting Tara had done today. Either way it didn’t sit right with her. Still, she nodded as she got up and mumbled a thanks before leaving.

[i-love-yoi]

Hero, Mari and Sunny with Idol reader.

I'm very ashamed that it took so long to do this. I just had to correct my grades for the trimester, then my grades, and I could barely crawl to bed, and then again it was 6-7 in the morning, and now I was also sick, but now I’m on sick leave.

TW:GN!reader, romance relationship, Mari from DreamWorld, spoilers(?), takes place after the Mari incident.

Hero

•In fact, the guy supported you at the very beginning, when you were trying to form your own team and reveal your musical skills.

•He often supports you during your training sessions and is clearly proud of you.

•However, if you ask him to control your abilities, he will find fault with absolutely everything.

•It’s like that same person when you’re reciting a poem or reading aloud, and he interrupts you, saying something like: “Actually, there’s not a thread there, but a twig!” and further attacks.

•It seems to me that he is a bit of a perfectionist.

•However, he does this not out of malice, but so that you become more ideal in this matter, and it will be easier for you in the future.

•He also often supports or consoles you, saying: “You would have sung perfectly, but at this moment the tone should have been a little higher.”

•However, if you invite him to your group, he will immediately refuse.

•As he himself believes, singing is not his thing, and performing on stage, I think, is not very comfortable for him.

•As you move forward, further and further, reaching your debut and giving concerts, rest assured that he will shine at every concert you perform.

•He will quickly try to make friends with your group by establishing contact.

•He may spoil you with a trip to a cafe or he will cook some delicious food to praise you.

•Unfortunately, if you travel all the way to other countries, he will not be able to be with you, since, after all, he is studying at college, and there is almost no rest and vacation there.

•However, you can always call him, and after going to the toilet, he can support you, reassure you and wish you good luck, holding his fingers for you.

•If you get your own personal merch, of course, like his little brother, he won’t spend all his money on merch, but he will buy himself some things.

•When you release even your first songs, he will obviously set them as his ringtone or add them to his list of favorite songs.

•To create songs, you need some kind of situation to rely on it and create meaning in the song, because songs are not an empty set of letters and notes, but a whole story of someone’s story and situation, someone’s opinion and thoughts.

•This is where Hero will help you.

•We all know that every branch of the profession has its own dark secrets that not everyone is ready to reveal, but medicine generally has a lot of them.

•Moreover, many trust Hero, and most likely could share their situations and thoughts with him, or accidentally overhear both the lecturer and classmates.

•Also, he is a person who likes to think deeply, so the meaning of the song will always be in your pocket, no matter how many songs you have already made.

•But what if you want to become a Japanese or Korean idol? Are you from another country altogether, but you don’t know their national language?

•Hero will invite you to learn the language together.

•Of course, this will only make it more difficult for him to study in college, but why not just try, like self-development for example?

•Moreover, when you want this with your loved one, it becomes even more pleasant.

Mari

•She will be clearly surprised and will encourage you in your endeavors.

•During training, he will also be slightly supportive and will not be able to take his eyes off you.

•When you gather your personal group, she will get to know everyone there and will immediately find a common language, making friends.

•Often she will treat you with various goodies from her basket, and also, while you are lying on her lap, stroke your head, comforting you and saying that you will succeed and you can do everything.

•Oh, at your concerts she is clearly the brightest of all fans, actively waving glow sticks.

•Although, she will stand out from all the fans, since the omori gang is basically the only one with a human shell of all the inhabitants of Headspace.

•No matter where you play concerts, even if it's inside Humphrey, Mari will still be there.

•If you have your own merch, Mari will definitely buy herself a couple of things, especially if it’s clothes.

•She'll love seeing you blush while she's wearing your band T-shirt with the band name on it.

•She would also talk about you to many people, praising you and your songs.

•Regardless of the meaning of the song, she really likes them.

•If you are a singer, she will obviously ask you for the sheet music of one of your songs, and ask you to do a duet with her while she plays your song on the piano.

•She often asks you for sheet music to play the piano.

•Sometimes out of boredom or when doing something, such as cleaning her basket, she may hum lines from your songs, even if they are in other languages.

•In fact, Mari is one big support group for you.

•If you learn another language, she will enjoy your spoken language.

•Also, she will sometimes ask you how, for example, you say apple in Korean or something else.

•She loves to hear your sweet voice and unfamiliar language; in any case, it will always seem beautiful to her.

Sunny

•He's interested in your desire to become an idol, but of course he won't admit it.

•Seeing your persistence in training, he secretly admires you, so don’t be surprised if he only has eyes for you.

•Honestly, he wouldn’t even make the first movement in the dance with his hands, what can I say further.

•Consider that in Dreamworld you are already the most popular and successful idol that everyone loves.

•Okay, maybe he had a thing for Asian gyaru girls who are very energetic, like puppies, and also a little selfish and arrogant, and your image changed to something like that—

•When you gather a group, he will be a little distant from them, as he will feel uncomfortable.

•These are new people unknown to him, you never know what they will do or say, and they will even take you for something strange, he doesn’t need that.

•You won’t get verbal support from him, sorry, but no.

•However, tactile and physical are clearly to be expected.

•He likes tactility, but doesn't show it very clearly, especially in public.

•At concerts he will be quite quiet, but the glow sticks in his hands will be raised anyway.

•He likes your songs, I'm not kidding.

•He will literally be in headphones 24/7, listening to your songs, even falling asleep with them.

•Because of this, by the way, his ears then hurt terribly and his hearing is much worse.

•If they offer themes for songs, they are mostly dark or rated 18+ or 21+

•But you will accept them anyway.

•He will watch in awe as you create song lyrics out of nothing.

•If you ask him to play a duet with you, he will refuse at that very second, he will clearly be uncomfortable.

•He only knows how to play the violin, and his violin, well... It's broken.

•Yes, even if the violin was repaired, he would still refuse before you finish the sentence.

•Don’t even mention joining a group, he’d rather eat a bar of soap than perform on stage, in front of a large number of people, and also in an unfamiliar company, well, this is clearly not his habitat.

•Moreover, you need to train long and hard and spend a lot of energy.

•He barely has enough strength to get out of bed, what exercises and training?

•If you start learning a foreign language, Sunny, as always, will watch it, admiring you.

•It’s literally like you’re learning to speak again, and he doesn’t even know his native English.

•And when you speak fully in another language, it is heaven for his ears.

•Now in his dreams you also call him nicknames in different languages.

[unforth]

@ltleflrt in reply to your comment, I can only think that the people who say "this would be cool if it were real" are either very young or just extremely isolated/insulated and have never had the kinds of experiences that sound totally batshit impossible except that like. They literally happened to me.

When I was in grad school, I hit it off with a woman, like, we really got along and were well on our way to being besties within a few weeks of knowing each other. The first time I was over at her house, it came up that she went to the same undergrad as my brother, and I mentioned that he ran the radio station there. She gave me this look, went to a pile of papers on her table, flipped through it and produced a photograph of her standing with my brother. She and her friends had done a radio drama. They'd celebrated at the end by taking a pic with the station manager. This was a normal thing for her to do. Her then going to the same grad school as me was a coincidence, us both being gamers was a coincidence, us meeting was a coincidence, and the series of coincidences culminated in me holding this goddamn picture of the woman I'd just met, two strangers, and my brother.

When I was living in NYC, I gave up my seat to a stranger on the bus. She was elderly, and using a walker, and she started to talking to me cause I'd initiated by offering the seat. "Oh, see that building over there? My son used to be a teacher there," she says, using something she can see out the bus window as a conversation starter. "Oh," I reply. "That's where I went to elementary school." Because we're in the neighborhood where I grew up, and yes, I went to school there. "What are the chances...?" we both muse. "Nonexistent," she says. "He only taught for a few years. He's in Florida now. It didn't work out for him." "I mean...we could see...the odds are tremendously low but you never know and wouldn't it be cool...?" And yes this woman's son was my fourth grade teacher. The odds that I'd meet a random person on the bus, then get to talking, then find out that we had a connection, were fucking millions to one, but it actually happened to me.

Whenever I see a really unlikely story on this website, I remember that if I pulled out the most exceptional, weird, out-there stuff that's happened to me, it'd sound absolutely impossible. So, I give people the benefit of the doubt that their hand-selected-from-their-entire-lives anecdote that sounds nigh impossible could actually have happened. Why should I doubt it? If I took either of the above stories out of context the "oh I'm so clever I know this must be fake and made up for (why?????)" crowd would jump on it as Not Real! Made up! But I have no reason to make up a story like that. I get zero benefit. Tumblr clout isn't a real thing, and if it were I sure as fuck don't have it. I think I've had five posts break 1k notes in my entire decade on this website.

I'd rather just believe people. It's so much easier. If they are lying, that's on them.

So when I get a "this must be internet fake" reply on something much LESS outlandish than the above - people doubting that my mother...is a real person? who likes fan things? who might talk about sex??? - I'm really just completely baffled.

Like look, my mom will turn 79 later this year. She was 6 when Isaac Asimov (who my grandfather knew, by the way, speaking of outlandish unlikely scenarios) finished writing the Foundation series. She was 10 when the Lord of the Rings came out. She went to Cornell when she was 16 and tells me stories about the young dude nerds who loved LotR so much that they carried their copies around campus. Those guys would be 80 now. They were geeks before many of the people on this website's parents were born. Mom had just turned 22 when Star Trek: The Original Series started airing. She was hooked immediately and watched the whole series, and the movies, and took me to Star Trek 4 as my first movie theater experience (I was almost 4), and watched ToS in syndication, and loved sci-fi and Murder She Wrote. When I asked her, "do you ship Spirk?" she looked at me like I'd grown a second head, cause she had no idea what I meant, but when I asked her, "do you think that Spock and Kirk were a couple?" she also looked at me like I'd grown a second head, because fucking duh.

It's not a myth that fandom existed before us, before the internet, before our parents, our grandparents, our great-grandparents were born. Some ancestor of mine squeed over the newest Jane Austen chapter (change locality based on origin, but the idea stands). Their ancestor got weak in the knees over Tom Jones. Go back enough generations and someone was fanboying over Euripides (that's a lie, I'm not Greek). But the point stands.

Fandom isn't new.

And don't even get me started on sex. I shouldn't have to explain to literally anyone ever born that sex isn't new. Where the fuck they think babies come from?

I just. This idea that anyone comes onto Tumblr.com to lie about their real lives is fucking bizarre. Just relax and believe people. What's the damn harm???