#THE HIGHSCHOOL AU IS MADE IN A LAB FOR ME

[khickuwa]

oc x marius, skiploaf chp 46 redraw

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❏ 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 !

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere ! modern ! college au ! albedo x fem ! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 format ꒱ . . . oneshot

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . lowkey mad scientist albedo, obsessive themes, plenty of mentions of death, stalking mention, suggestive themes, suicide mentions, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . In which your academic rival’s plan to kill you backfires in the worst way possible.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . this was going to be in my highschool Au but it made more sense for me to put him and the reader in college. I had this idea before the 5.6 trailer came out so both of these having to do with albedo and murder is a crazy coincidence.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 3.3k

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙰 (noun): ᴀ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

The mere thought of you drove him crazy.

Well, “crazy” is an understatement — you drive him half-insane. Albedo absolutely and utterly despised every single thing about you.

He hated how disorganized you were, how smart you were, how stubborn you were. He could just go on and on…

Albedo has held this resentment towards you since high school, but you deciding to go to the same college as him really threw him off. To make matters even worse, you two had dorms right beside each other. It felt almost as if you were everywhere, as if you were going to haunt him for eternity.

And because of this, Y/n, he wanted you dead.

And the craziest part is that Albedo isn’t even a violent person! Although, he couldn’t help but find joy in the thought of hearing word of your passing and knowing that he was the one responsible.

It took a lot of planning, light stalking, and stealing a few things from the science lab to complete, but it was worth it. It was all going to be worth it once you disappear.

And disappear how, you ask? Well it’s simple: He was going to make a potion to kill you.

Of course, he could’ve just bought some toxic drugs or what not, but why not use his talents? And where would a college student find lethal poison anyway? At a gas station? He needed something that would kill instantly and efficiently, so what’s better than making of yourself?

Nevertheless, Albedo has made many, many, potions and whatnot before but nothing like this. Nothing to inflict harm upon another.

Now, he may be a little… mentally unstable… but murder is still a stretch for the Biochemistry Major. He just had a vision of your dead body lying on your dorm floor and he wanted to make it a reality. Is that too much to ask?

It was in the middle of the night when Albedo laid out his science equipment all on his desk as he began to work. The thought crossed his mind that there might be a rule against making poisons for the person you despise the most in your dorm, but he highly doubted that.

After about an hour or so of following the instructions for the potion he wrote down in his used notebook, he held the vial of the toxic, pink-purple liquid up to his face as he eyed it suspiciously. Isn’t it supposed to be a more indigo color…?

He must’ve added something wrong, but he failed to notice that. When reaching over to grab his pen to take note of his observations, his hand slipped and the vial shattered as it hit the hard, wooden floor.

“Oh Archons-” He flinched as the glass shattered as it hit the floor. When he kneeled down to cautiously pick up the broken shards of glass and throwing them in the trash with gloved fingers, he noticing a strange fragrance filling the room. It smelled vaguely like… flowers? No, maybe… maybe it doesn’t matter!

Albedo’s eyes widened in panic as he stood up to his feet, feeling a bit dizzy, as he reached over the desk for his notebook.

The handwriting in front of him grew harder and harder to read. His vision was starting to blur, then came a brutal headache.

At this point, even a preschooler could tell that something was horribly wrong. He fell to his knees, his hands moving up to his head, pulling at his dirty blond hair in pain. He hyperventilated, the concentration of the potions’ aroma in the air being too strong.

Don’t tell me I’m going to die here… he thought to himself.

Did he somehow manage to kill himself in his attempt to murder you?

Then, he blacked out.

Abdeo’s been out cold for about six hours until he finally wakes again.

The strange fragrance of the mysterious potion is now gone. He was lying flat on his face on his dorm room floor, not the most comfortable way to be sleeping for six hours straight.

Nevertheless, he sits up rather quickly, that aching migraine from last night hitting him like a bus.

He’s so glad today’s a Saturday.

His original plan for today was to follow you to that café you go to every Saturday morning, put a few drops of the potion in your drink, then watch everything else play out. But, as you can see, his plain had been foiled.

“It’ll take me months to find someone who sells these same chemicals…” he gripes, not even touching on the fact that he still had to return the things he’s stolen from the science lab, but that’ll be fine.

After about 20 minutes of cleaning up the equipment he had used last night, Albedo decided it’d be best for him to get some fresh air. You know, inhaling toxic fumes could be detrimental to your health.

Deciding that it’d be best to get some fresh air outside, Albedo leaves his dorm.

Upon opening the door and stepping out the room, the first person he sees is you. He stopped right in his tracks, feeling this strange, tingly feeling all over his body.

Had he never really… looked at you before? Or has he been too busy hating you to even realize that…

“…you’re gorgeous…” he mutters quietly, not sure if he was talking more to himself or you.

It would have been obvious to anyone who walked by that he had been sitting there staring at you for a while. His gaze was intense, yet brimming with fascination. He had never — never looked at you like this before. And it was making you a bit uncomfortable.

His lips parted, but what left his mouth was somewhere close to complete silence. What is wrong with him??

Pursing your lips together, you narrowed your eyes at the blond and walked right passed him into your dorm.

What just happened…? He blinked. He had never, ever, even thought of saying such a thing about you. Albedo calling you “gorgeous” was not exactly what he was expecting to leave his mouth right then.

He ran back into his dorm and shut the door behind him. Feeling l his face burning red, he refused to believe that it was because of you. No — it was just hot in here… so, so, hot- maybe he should open a window?

Stumbling over his own feet, he opens the window to his bedroom. He may should have done that earlier…

Once the windows were open, he looked down at his sweetly palms. His hands were shaking. His face probably didn’t show it, but he was freaking out.

Why did I suddenly feel so — so strange around her…? Is this a side affect of the potion?

“Don’t tell me I…” his eyes widened, his blood growing cold.

“…No, no, that’s impossible. Love potions don’t exist — do they?”

He wanted to deny it with every fiber of his being, but the discolor of the potion and the strange infatuation with you all fell in place together too easily.

But everyone makes mistakes, right?

Even if that “mistake” is accidentally making a love potion out of what he was going to use to kill his rival, accidentally using it on himself, then falling in love with said rival.

Throwing his head back with a sigh, he ran his fingers through his messy, blond hair. Archons, that dammed headache was coming back again. Is that a side affect of the potion as well? But at this point, that is the last thing in his mind right now.

It’s around 10 in the morning now and Albedo is this close to losing it.

He was already on the brink of insanity before, but that potion did something to him that couldn’t he reversed.

He laid in bed all day thinking, maybe I just have to sleep it off. But he couldn’t fall asleep. He couldn’t keep his eyes closed — not when you were on his mind. His splitting headache wasn’t helping either…

He thought about you endlessly, how could he not? You were just so beautiful and- and… Stop it. Just stop. I can’t feed into my… current “obsession” or it’ll only grow worse.

Albedo tossed and turned in pain and discomfort as he wondered what you were doing right now, at this very second.

Were you okay? Were you out with your friends or in your dorm? He never really payed that much attention to your personality traits to determine if you’re more extroverted or introverted…

Were you even thinking about him?

“Archon’s know what’s happening to me… just why can’t I get you out my mind…?” Was the last thing he said before getting off his bed and began frantically searching through the items on his messy desk full of his own (and some stolen) science equipment and used notebooks.

He had taken one too many painkillers over the past few hours for his headache, but they barely affected him.

It took him until his dorm room was, well, a mess, and his headache to come back for him to realize what actually had happened.

“I made a love potion didn’t I?”

As he sat in the chain before his desk, his face fell in his hands as an exasperated sigh left his lips.

But this explanation is the only logical one out there. You were the first person he made eye contact with since he inhaled the gas let off by the potion. Not only that, but he must’ve added an extra ingredient — which he still cannot find by the way — in it by mistake, causing it to turn a strange purple-pink color.

Now, this may raise the question, “but aren’t love potions supposed to be consumed to take affect on someone?” Well, the large, capitalized words written above the recipe for the potion Albedo failed to make speaks volumes, “DO NOT INHALE OR INGEST THIS POTION IN ANY FORM.” “Ingest” includes inhaling, consuming, and entering the body in anyway.

Finally coming to terms with what’s happened to him, Albedo shows a look of apparent defeat on his face. How could he make such a mistake…?

Well, at least he wouldn’t be a suspect of murder.

Opening his journal again, he started adding extra notes to the page about the potion before getting a bit distracted and beginning to add little drawings on the paper.

He’d rather do that than clean his room anyway.

Without even realizing, he had drawn a picture of you on the next page. You even looked beautiful in his art style… if only he could see your pretty face just one more time— “-Nope. No. Stop it.” He shut his the small book in his hands, feeling the blood rush to his face again.

If he wants the affects of this potion to wear off sooner, he needs to stop thinking or talking about you in general, any means necessary.

Albedo rips the page from the book and tossed it into the nearby trash. The trash with a burned hole in the side of it from a failed experiment from months ago…

He really needed some sleep. Yes, sleep! Maybe he could just sleep this potion off, that way… that way he can get back hating you.

Maybe sleep wasn’t the best decision.

Firstly, it was four in the morning the time he woke up. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

Reaching over on his nightstand to grab his phone to check the time, the first thing he thought of, of course, was you.

“So this potion casts longer than a day… great,” he sighs as sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his pretty, icy blue eyes. “You’re just infecting me mind like a disease aren’t you, Y/n…” he typed in his password, having the fleeting thought of changing it to your birthday.

Speaking of you, Albedo knows all of your social media accounts. As a matter of fact, he has you blocked on all of them except for one.

He only has you unblocked on that one particular social for all of the wrong reasons.

Well, for one, it was for him to stalk your posts, followers, and reposts to find out about your class (and personal) schedule. It was absolutely mandatory that he needed that information to determine when was the best time for him to… get rid of you.

But that plan is long gone now. Mainly because he’d now rather kill himself to end this archons forsaken curse than to ever bring harm upon you. But, unfortunately, he doesn’t have the time to die right now.

“My goodness, you’re divine…” He quietly muttered under his breath as he scrolled through the different photos of you and your college friends. He recognized quite a few of them but just bypassed them.

His eyes lingered on one particular photo of you until he realized what he was doing. It felt wrong — feeling this way about you, that is.

Albedo desired, he silently longed for you and only you. To see your face again, your real face, to listen to your sweet voice start up an argument with him. Watching your arms cross over your chest as your beautiful eyes stared at him with such hatred and annoyance.

Albedo’s fantasies were rudely interrupted by someone knocking at his door. When getting up to answer it, somewhere deep, deep inside of him desperately wanted it to be you — but it seems the Archon’s didn’t shine their favors upon him today.

He looked through the peephole and his eyes landed on the long, black ears sticking up from his short, black hair.

“Oh, it’s just Tighnari,” the blond muttered, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Although he enjoyed Tighnari’s presence, he isn’t exactly… you.

Tighnari is a Botany major who graduated from the same high school as Albedo; he is also one of the solitary alchemists’ very few friends.

With a disappointed sigh, he opened the door.

It took only Tighnari’s concerned expression for Albedo to realize what he must’ve looked like. He hasn’t paid that much attention to himself ever since he woke up on the floor the other morning. Oh, and don’t even get me started on how disheveled his room was.

He’s a relatively clean person, but going crazy with love can do something to a person. Especially someone who’s already a bit messed up in the head.

The two males stared at each other for a bit until Albedo says quietly, “Oh- I wasn’t expecting visitors…” he pressed his lips together as he raked his fingers through his messy, blonde hair.

“Yeah, I can tell.” his ears drooped down a bit as he sighed, “I’ve been calling you all day yesterday — and today! I assumed you were just out somewhere but without your phone? That was unlikely.”

Call? When did I receive a call…? “You called me?”

“Yeah, the other night? You borrowed my notes and I kinda need them back…”

Albedo blinked in confusion before his eyes widened in realization, “Oh, yes… I’ll go get them right now.”

Albedo rummaged through the miscellaneous items on his desk until he came back with a few papers in his hands. “Yeah, I completely forgot I had them,” and completely forgot to copy them down as well…

“It’s alright,” he gave the Albedo a small smile. “Why do you look like you’ve been asleep for five years, it’s only nine AM. You’re usually up by no—“

“-nine AM!?”

“Yes, I- did you not know?” Tighnari’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He sighed, “It’s- whatever. Have a good day, Albedo.”

Before he could say goodbye, Tighnari was already gone.

Albedo walked back into his dorm room and slammed the door shut behind him, not really caring about how loud he was. He stood with his back against the door and his hand lingering on the doorknob for an extra moment or two as his mind ran wildly with thoughts.

“I should’ve told him about the potion… or maybe I made the right decision by biting my tongue.”

By Monday morning, Albedo forced himself to go to class. But he wasn’t exactly prepared — mentally, I mean. He did stay up all last night staring at photos of you (and cleaning his room), but he wasn’t as tired as he thought he would be.

This potion is really taking a toll on my mental health…

Before he left his dorm, Albedo stood in front of the mirror above his sink and took a long look at himself. How couldn’t he have ever noticed the dark circles under his eyes or how messy his hair was.

But he didn’t care. He was just going to class and coming back. Nothing more, nothing less.

With a sigh, he left his door and locked the door behind him. Before he turned to walk away, his eyes drifted over to your door. The image of you the morning he woke up from his unconscious state came back to him. Oh, how he wanted to see you again.

Good thing you’re in his first class.

He sat in far back corner of the classroom, deliberately trying sitting away from everyone else. His face rested in his palm, his missing sleep catching up to him, his eyelids growing heavy until he noticed someone walking by to get to their seat.

It was you. You paid no mind to him, but his eyes watched your every move even as you took his pen, his only pen, off his desk. It was but a fleeting moment when your skin grazed his hand to snatch away his pen.

It took him a moment or two to really realize that you had taken his only pen. But it didn’t matter to him, he wasn’t going to take notes anyway…

Looking over at you, you stared at him with a small smirk on your lips. You held the bottom end of the pen between your teeth, obviously teasing him.

Obviously, you expected Albedo, well, pre-love potion Albedo, to seethe in anger, but he only stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His pale blue eyes staring straight into you from across the lecture hall.

What’s up with him…? You’d think.

When the lecture began, his eyes were still stuck in your direction. He could only see the side of your face, but that was enough for him. His mind went blank as you chewed on the pen, his pen. Were you still teasing him? Or is it only a habit?

How could he focus on whats being said by the professor when he’s imagining all of the things he could be doing to you right now- stop it! Stop thinking of her like that!

Albedo let out a shuddering sigh before pressing his red face into his palms resting on the desk before him. Albedo is usually a very calm and composed person, but not around you apparently.

In an attempt to calm himself down, he searches through his backpack for a good few minutes for something to write with until he finds an old pencil from the beginning of the school year. “I thought I had lost this,” he muttered.

It didn’t take long for where his notes were supposed to be is replaced by yet another drawing of you. As a matter of fact, all that he’s been drawing lately is you… but we should all know the reason as to why by now.

When Albedo drew you, he studied every single detail of your beautiful face, and having a front row seat to you made this even easier.

When class was over, Albedo signed with relief. But he did have a few more classes left for the day… but they could wait.

He had a more important person on his schedule today…

After packing up all his things, he followed right after of you out the lecture hall. Archon’s, you were divine. You even smelled divine…

The mere thought of you drove him crazy.

This is the longest fanfic I’ve posted onto tumblr yet so yippie!

If you want a part two, I might make one :3 !!

[rosekeu]

soft like a bunny : r. sukuna

this is part 5!

a/n: highschool au, fem!reader, reader has braces, shy+nerdy+sensitive reader! [if you don't like that then leave ig lol] soft spot for reader ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ gosh i finally updated thisss hip hip HURRAY!!!

sypnosis: you get an unexpected warning from someone about your recent relations to sukuna.

[ part 1 ] [part 2] [ part 3 ] [ part 4 ] [ part 6 coming soon! ]

the next day at school was surprisingly quiet. all your classes ran as normal, maybe all of your bullies were intimidating now that you were associated with a delinquent like sukuna. you didn't think about it much, it didn't matter, did it?

as you entered your chemistry class you sat in your usual spot but you missed sukuna’s pestering. you can't deny it was annoying but it was the good kind of annoying that made you want more of it when he wasnt near.

so there you were, exhaling dramatically, your chin placed on the palm of your hand. as you think about what sukuna must be doing at his house. 

and then you remembered. 

he had invited you over. to his house.

you mentally facepalmed at the memory. how could you forget that? he’d casually mentioned it yesterday through text. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you thought about it. you'd need to remind him to send you his address later. you weren’t sure what to expect, but you felt a flutter of excitement in your chest.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when a voice cut through your musings.

“hey.”

you blinked and turned to find naoya zenin sitting next to you. your stomach immediately dropped. 

of all people... naoya zenin?

he was the twins’ rude, misogynistic cousin. he’d barely acknowledged your existence ever.

even when you went over to maki and mai’s house for family gatherings, so why was he sitting next to you now?

naoya flashed a grin, clearly seeing your surprise, and before you could react, he leaned in closer. “don’t look so startled. i’m just here to talk. you’re... kinda cute, actually.”

you instinctively shrank back, cheeks flushing slightly as you awkwardly tugged at your sleeve, trying to avoid eye contact. “u-um... i-i don’t think we have anything to talk about…”

“yeah we do.” he teased, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. looking into your eyes with a fake warmth. “you and sukuna, huh? what’s that about?”

you furrowed your brows, confused. naoya wasn't a person who talked to just anyone, that was clear. he always acted as if he was above everyone else, and you figured that was one of the reasons why he avoided you at all cost. 

social suicide. 

you weren't popular— but you weren't hated, per say. you were just bullied…that's not that bad right?

“we’re lab partners—”

before you can say another word he puts his hand over your own mouth. “ah– don't lie. what was that shitshow yesterday? when he beat up those bullies?”

he paused, raising a brow as his eyes skimmed your figure. what did sukuna see in you? 

“for you? a little pipsqueak who can’t even stand up for herself? interesting," naoya's voice had a teasing, almost mocking edge to it now. his eyes narrowed as he leaned in even closer, his hand still hovering near your mouth.

you felt your breath catch, your nerves tightening. naoya’s presence was suffocating, and his words stung. your face flushed, both with embarrassment and the uncomfortable weight of his gaze on you. why was he doing this? it wasn’t like he ever cared about you before—why now?

"uh, excuse me, but i really don't think this is your business," you muttered, your voice softer than you intended but still firm. you pushed his hand away from your face, feeling your heart race. you didn’t know where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from, but you remembered the promise you made to yourself to stand up for yourself more. 

naoya chuckled, an evident smirk plastered onto his face. "oh? getting feisty now, huh?" he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he studied you like you were some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve. "well, if you ask me, you don’t seem like the type to hang around someone like him."

“but you don't know me, naoya.” you speak truthfully. he talked as if he was your friend, but you both knew that was a lie. 

naoya chuckled, as if he were entertained by your words. "you’re cute i’ll give you that," he said, leaning back again, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "but you better be careful. people like sukuna don’t just take an interest in anyone. and the fact that you’re hanging around with him now? well, that’s just begging for trouble."

you couldn’t help but feel a knot form in your stomach at his words. sukuna had a reputation, sure, but did it really matter what others thought? wasn’t that the point of why he was different? he didn’t care about what others thought, and that was part of what made him… well, him.

before you could respond, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. naoya stood up, shooting you one last smirk before gathering his things.

 and his words keep a small space in your brain.

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[mistress-violence]

Prompt: Dare from @into-the-jeggyverse (August 22)

Word count: 359 words

Pairing: Jegulus (highschool modern AU)

⚠️ Warnings: slightly suggestion of minors drinking

It was supposed to be just a dare. An innocent joke thrown by Peter to see Sirius angry. James regretted falling into that sneaky rat's trap.

He occasionally recalled that night, during the spring ball, when they had slipped a bottle of vodka into Sirius's flashy jacket and poured it all into the lemonade bowl. He still remembers the laughter and dancing and the infamous game they had started playing. He also remembers Peter's tipsy smile as he dared him to go and ask Regulus for a dance. Regulus Black, the younger brother of his best friend, known throughout the institution not only for his perfect, Greek statue face, but also for the stone coldness he presented in front of everyone. James knew that the Black boy would send him back to his friends with his tail between his legs, and then Sirius would make Peter jump into the fountain in front of the school.

What no one, including James Potter, expected was for Regulus to actually accept the invitation. He could have apologized and confessed that it was just a joke, instead James took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

Yes, he still felt those dull sensations in him. "A Letter to Elise" by The Cure in the background, the blue lights streaming through the white and black balloons on the ceiling and the silver eyes of Regulus Black. His eyes were sharp, dark and almost penetrating. He had realized at that moment it had been a mistake and he had fallen into the trap.

Nine months had passed since then, and James continued to let himself be drawn into empty classrooms and cramped closets. Sometimes it was the chemistry lab, other times the warehouse behind the gym. On this specific day, it happened to be the janitor's closet. It was dark and smelled like chemicals, but he could see Regulus' eyes so clearly, glinting in the dim light of the bulb.

"Kiss me" said Regulus, in that tone that sent shivers down James' body. "I dare you".

What was supposed to be a joke had turned into the most wonderful mistake James had ever made.

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

☕︎ ꩜.ᐟ addie's works in progress!

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ᝰ.ᐟ park jongseong ── 박종성

[wip!] love looks pretty on you ── friends to lovers!au, fakedating!au (kinda), golden retriever x black cat!duo✎ᝰ fluff, angst, crack, rom-com

↳ jay has mastered the art of romance—flowers, candlelit dinners, sweet nothings whispered over the phone at 2 AM—you name it. but commitment? yeah, not really his thing. but so isn’t being alone. love is fun, love is exciting, but love is not forever. at least, not for jay. you, on the other hand, think love is a glorified pyramid scheme formed by societal expectations. so, no thanks! so when jay proposes a deal—he’ll show you the fun side of dating if you help him figure out why his relationships never last—it’s purely educational. totally hypothetical. no real feelings involved. just two people trying to prove a point. except now, you’re starting to enjoy rom-coms, and he’s looking at you like you’re something worth staying for—and suddenly, you two discover that love isn’t just a scam or a fleeting thrill. maybe...just maybe—it looks a lot like the two of you. and that? that was never part of the deal.

ᝰ.ᐟ sim jaeyun ── 심재윤

[wip!] love, actually ── secretadmirer!jake (kinda, you'll see heh), childhood bestfriends!au, friends to lovers!au, highschool!au ✎ᝰ. fluff, crack, rom-com

↳ ah, love. l'amour. the very word stirs our imaginations and pulls at all our heartstrings. well—all except yours. after your bad luck with relationships, you're simply convinced that love is not for you. and a certain jake sim—your annoyingly persistent best friend—has made it his personal mission to prove you wrong. his brilliant plan? writing you love letters under the identity of a secret admirer. foolproof, right? well...if his goal was to make you fall for a completely fictional person, then sure—he aced it. there's just one teensy, tiny, problem: the more you swoon over your so-called secret admirer, the more jake starts to realize he might be the one in trouble.

ᝰ.ᐟ park sunghoon ── 박성훈

[wip!] love me if you dare ── idol!sunghoon, childhood friends to lovers!au ✎ᝰ. angst

⤷ based off this sneak peak i posted years ago! (literally posted it four years ago and finally now committing to finishing it...)

↳ in which you know exactly what (or rather, who) you want (p.s. it’s sunghoon), and you’re not afraid to show it. sunghoon, on the other hand? he’s afraid of many things—starting with the very real #1 fear of losing you, his lifelong best friend. so when you go and confess your feelings for him, sunghoon faces his worst nightmare. but between falling for you and losing you, he realizes there’s only one thing scarier than his number #1 fear—never even getting the chance to love you at all. and it takes him confronting that to understand that the perfect love casts out all fears.

[wip!] accidentally yours ── highschool!au (or college!au, i haven't 100% decided lolz) , classmates to lovers!au ✎ᝰ. fluff, crack, rom-com

↳ the universe has a funny way of working. some people find their fate in poetry, in the stars, or in the grand, sweeping moments of life. you? you find yours in the form of park sunghoon—a boy you keep running into in the most unfortunate ways possible. like how he threw a football straight into your face and broke your nose. or when he got way too drunk at a party and threw up all over your shoes. or that time he somehow managed to blow up your entire science lab during class. in other words—the five times the universe tries to tell you that park sunghoon is your fate…and the one time you finally listened. (and maybe fate had less to do with a broken nose and more to do with the way he looks at you like you’re his favorite accident.)

ps: no exact dates as of rn for when they get released,,,ty for your support & love !!!

<3, addie

© jakesimfromstatefarm ── all rights reserved. all works & ideas & graphics are my own! pls no copying, stealing, or translating!

[rikitachiquita]

bananas for you 🍌 || s. jake

•synopsis: y/n didn't really enjoy science but her crush did. and a silly experiment on bananas might help her with said crush

•genre: oneshot, y/n x jake, highschool au, written (0,5k words) and screenshots

Science was not y/n’s favorite subject. But indeed it was jakes. 

Obviously, like a normal teenage girl at school, since her crush liked one subject, she had to like it too. And she also liked having good grades, so studying wasn’t that. Either way, if she ever failed the subject she could ask Jake to tutor her. But that was her secret plan b.

Today was a very fun day, because it was lab-day. They would be doing some type of experiment related to the dna, the topic they were learning lately.

The teacher caught your attention “Ok class, today we are going to extract DNA from bananas” the whole class let out a little gasp, excited to be doing something different than usual.

“But before that, let’s have a brief introduction. Did you know that all bananas share the same dna?  They are all clones! and there’s only one type of banana that is eaten in the entire world! That's why they are always endangered: if they get infected by a parasite, they risk extinction. that already happened in the 50s: your great grandparents probably ate a different kind of banana that doesn’t exist anymore because it was infected by the parasite of panama. And it’s possible that we won’t have bananas in 50 years” the teacher explained

“Ok now i’ll make small groups of 4 people to do the experiment”

He made the groups and you ended up with Danielle, your best friend, Heeseung and Jake. jake. your crush. This was going to be fun.

The first step was to take a banana and smash it very well until it was basically liquid.

“Smash the banana” said Heeseung to Jake

“But maybe the girls want to do it. y/n do you want to do it” Jake said

“I don’t but I know Danielle and she can’t wait to do it.” You responded with a smile and gave Danielle a funny look. your best friend seemed very happy that you mentioned that. She quickly took the spoon and started smashing the banana. Heeseung in the meantime, was taking videos to make a report later on.

“Do you know what she is saying?” asked Jake, close to your ear so you were the only one that heard the question. she was referencing to danielle, who was still smashing the banana, while also singing quietly the same part of a song

“Chulo.” you responded

“What?” asked the boy

“Chulo, that one reggaeton song that is really catchy”

“Oh my god I love that song actually” he said smiling fondly. his smile was so pretty that it almost made you mad

“Do you also like reggaeton?” you asked surprised, since he didn’t look like the type of guy to listen to that kind of music.

“Yeah I actually do, surprisingly. You do too, right?”

“Yeah, it fills me with energy, especially in the morning when i don’t feel like getting out of bed” you admitted

“Y/n, we should go to that one cafè place that only puts reggaeton together after school” Jake proposed with a small smile

“That is such a good idea, I can't wait” you responded, blushing.

The experiment was long forgotten

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• author's note: another fruit one shot cause they are so fun, i love them!!!! i did this experiment at school last week, so yeah i had to make this. i hope the science part is actually right 😭 anyways yeonjun being the teacher is so funny to me. check the other fruit one shots!!

[piillow]

perfect chemistry ... literally. - k.jsk

(gaon x fem!reader)

wc : 1041 | genre : highschool au, silly fluff | cws : i suck at science sorry if anything is wrong i also didnt proofread IJBOL

(o゜▽゜)o☆

“now class, you’re all seniors this year. this means i’ll be the one choosing lab partners for both semesters. i know you’re all disappointed, and i am too, but it’s what i’ve told been to do.” your teacher announced to the class.

“it’s our first day.. i would’ve preferred to know this like.. next week, or something.” a student whispered to their friend, to which they nodded back.

“ooh, y/n, who do you think your partner will be?” y/f/n asked you. “no clue, but i’d be fine with most people here, we’ve known most of them since freshman year anyway.” you replied back, earning an amused hum from your friend.

“once i say your names, please move to a table.” your teacher said before starting to list out names. 

“y/n, jiseok,” your teacher spoke. as you walked over to his table, seungmin had gotten up to let you sit down.

after all the names were called, you turned to your new lab partner. “so, partner, you’re not gonna ruin this for the both of us, will you?” you jokingly asked him. ever since being in the same science, biology, and chemistry classes as gaon since middle school, it wasn’t hard to notice that he definitely took a liking to science.

“aah, you know me. of course i won’t, promise.” he said back to you with a smile. “i think you’d assumed that already though.” he continued.

“oh, yeah, definitely. gee.. now i’m realizing how little we talk to each other… we’ve known each other since, what, middle school?” you sigh, taking a moment to ponder about the moment you two first met.

— — — — — 

it was the first day of middle school, and you walked into the science lab. while you tried to find a seat, you came to the realization that none of your friends were with you. so, you sat at an empty bench near a boy and his friends. as you sat down, the boy you sat next to gave you a nice wave.

“oh, hi! i’m gaon, or jiseok, either one works. what’s your name?” he asked you with an irresistible smile.

“y/n! uh, nice to meet you.” you replied, slightly tilting your head to bow at him.

he waved his hand, “ah.. no need, no need. i’m born in 2002, it’s not an issue, really.” he said, shrugging it off.

“oh, you are? i’m 2001.” you blankly said, waiting for a reaction out of him. “...oh. i’m.. i’m sorry noona…” he said while tilting his head to you. 

“no no no, it’s fine, really.” you said, slightly laughing at his reaction.

later that day, you had seen him laughing with his friends at lunch, occasionally looking and pointing at you (well, according to your friends, at least).

“oh~! y/n, some of the boys keep looking over here.” “seems like one of them has got a little crush on you!” they giggled. 

you sighed. “guys, come on. it’s our first day, there’s no way. and who even is it anyway?” you ask.

right when you turn around to where your friends are pointing, you and gaon make eye contact for a brief moment before he turns around to shush his laughing friends.

“hey! guys.. c’mon..! now she’s really gonna think i like her!” he sighed. “oh, c’mon, ji. just admit it though, you do have at least a little thing for her, don’t you?” jooyeon teased, seeing his ears turning slightly pink.

“oh, he definitely does,” jungsu said. “ah, hey, she’s still looking over here.” he continued, waving to you while you and your friends waved back before turning around. still, even his seemingly small and polite interaction just made jiseok even more embarrassed.

“hyung! What are you doing?! gosh.. you guys are going to be the death of me…” he whined, just to receive some very reassuring words from everyone else.

— — — — —

the two of you laughed at the memory, almost remembering it like it was yesterday.

“ah, but seriously, did you have a little something for me back then?” you suddenly asked, making him freeze up.

“ha.. what? me? oh, no… they were just, uh.. just j-joking!” he sputtered out, forcing an awkward laugh while he adjusted his hair to cover his reddening ears, just like he did back then.

“hm, you sure about that? i suppose i’ll have to ask another time, maybe that’ll change.” you tease. though, you really do mean your words, already planning on asking him in a month or two from now.

“yah.. give me a break, noona.” he sighed. “a break? dude, it’s been like, years! i think your break has been done for a good amount of time, don’t you think?” you joked, making the both of you laugh.

just as the bell rang, and you two got up to leave the room, your teacher called both of you over to their desk.

“so, i know it's your guys’ first day, but i was talking with mrs. park. you both know her, yes?” your teacher asked. “the.. psychology teacher, right?” jiseok asked. “yeah, i had her last year.” you add, turning to him.

your teacher continued telling you two about their plans, saying some things about chemistry… psychology… surveying people in public… and…  love.

while you two walked out of the classroom, you turned to jiseok. “what were they talking about? i kind of… zoned out a little bit.” you sheepishly admitted, scratching your neck.

“typical, typical. you do that a lot, don’t you?” he teased, slightly chuckling at you. “still, we’re working together for the science fair this year. they want us to go out and kind of just.. survey couples? i’m not really sure why, but we have to talk to mrs. park after school today.” he explained, making sure you were listening.

“you are listening to me, right?” he asked, to which you nodded. “yeah, yeah. i’m just a bit confused on why they want us to do it, and not some other people.” you both shrugged. getting this dumped on the two of you on the first day of school was unexpected, so it’d only be normal if neither of you knew what to think of it.

part 2 soon... 👀

[itsliyahhbih]

Into the spider-verse: Xiomara’s intro

Sum: this is my intro to my au fanfic. Puerto Rico’s Araña-Mujer & it takes place on Earth 906. This starts in Xi’s POV‼️

A/n: The other characters come in later. The story really starts after her intro so this of this rlly as an intro/pt.1 ‼️ In this story Xiomara does end up with Miles G. Morales. HOWEVER, this is being posted as a test to see ‘how good’..this fic is. This is basically a ‘rough draft’ I’ve honestly barely edited this. I have read thru it so hopefully I didn’t miss any BIG errors. I just wanna see if others enjoy this or if maybe I get thrown suggestions. If this does good I’ll possibly continue with this fanfic on here :))

Okay let’s get this started , Hi I’m Xiomara Marina Aguillar . Puerto Rico’s one and only Spider girl. I got bitten by a radio active spider on a school field trip to Oscorp Labs for a career day. My spider bite gave me special venom powers through nails that can temporarily paralyze my victim. As well as camouflage effect that allows me to blend into any surroundings, also my body temperature drops leaving me undetectable to heat vision. I’m 15 years old and attend Visions, the center of advanced studies..It’s..It’s really just a highschool, but I like to remind myself of what my papa said to me. “Mija, you earned your place at that school! I’ll be damned to see stuck up children run you away from a proper education!!” Something my father didn’t have growing up. I tested very highly my whole life and always got good grades, school and education came so naturally to me..friends..not so much.

It was my papa’s dream for me to go to this school , so who was my mother to deny a man on his deathbed his dream for his eldest daughter right?…he..hehe. Yeahhh uh…My pa, he’s gone…He passed away when I was 13 from Cancer, but I don't like to remember him as a Cancer patient! I like to remember him for just being my papa. The one cracking jokes, cooking good food and saving lives as a firefighter…

I always wished he never got sick because then I just know..My life wouldn’t be the way it is now..

Months after my papa’s death my mother went downhill even almost lost her nursing license. She picked up drinking and smoking cigarettes heavily, also picking up extreme hours at the hospital to try to keep us afloat. She liked to claim all the hours were for keeping us afloat..a part of me believed that. That she was still the mami who used to give pep talks and smother you in kisses every morning, but really I knew it was also to feed her addiction..Apart of my mom still wanted to be a mother but sometimes couldn't bare to look at us and so I tried really hard to shelter my siblings from this part of her, but as they got older they became coherent to their surroundings . It was hard for us emotionally and financially, we were even still paying off his medical bills and that alone was a struggle to do.. Don’t get me wrong, my parents both made good money. I wouldn’t say we are DIRT poor as of right now, just struggling.. Those bills were just always a harsh reminder to us that he was gone..

We even lived in a beautiful house when he was alive but the hospital bills, caring for us, our wants and needs no matter what, bills..It swallowed them as his hours at work decreased more and more due to his cancer getting worse. Eventually putting him on disability we slowly got back afloat, but when he passed and we no longer got his disability income we lost our home and my mom lost her sanity. My parents worked so hard their whole lives to get us outta the hood for us to end up right back there . As I stated my mami kinda went..loco, She wasn’t herself any more, gave us no attention and became very cold and mean as the alcohol addiction increased so I picked up the care of my younger siblings and our apartment we moved into after the loss of the house. It was just my moms job to give me her paycheck to get it ALL done..Eventually we would argue about the money and costs of her habits so I had to pick up a job to pick up her slack..But that's enough of my life story let’s just get into it…

To be continued..?

[ridiasfangirlings]

Highschool au where Fushimi is in the student council and Yata is a delinquent and they used to be friends. Fushimi won't open up to anyone and so most people don't know his issues. He doesn't cooperate well with others either and got scolded by student president Munakata who accidentally hit a sore spot on the way. Yata hears this and gets angry on Fushimi's behalf and punched Munakata in the face. When asked why he did it, Yata just says he hates the president and it's totally not for Fushimi.

Would Munakata ever scold his precious Fushimi-kun though XD Maybe he says something that Yata thinks is an insult, or that like ends up accidentally harsher than Munakata realizes. So imagine high school AU and Yata hangs out with the school delinquents, acting like a tough guy all the time and bragging that he can beat up any nerd from the student council who tries to tell him what to do. The aforementioned nerd from the student council Fushimi takes that as a challenge, because he hates worthless delinquents who won’t ever amount to anything. Really though he and Yata were childhood friends who had a terrible falling out right at the beginning of high school, when Yata gravitated to the cool guys of Homra and Fushimi felt left out, eventually abandoning Yata and joining the student council.

Student council president Munakata is of course more than pleased to have Fushimi-kun working with him. Munakata is very impressed with Fushimi’s abilities and work ethic. Oh maybe like this is sort of a ROK style AU where Munakata is trying to get the other delinquents of jungle to start coming to class and not hiding in the computer lab all day. As part of this he concocts a plan wherein he and Fushimi will have a small public fight and Fushimi will try to infiltrate jungle’s computer lab. Except this time things don’t go quite so smoothly, Munakata is scolding Fushimi for like allowing a computer virus to erase their files and kinda hints that Fushimi did that on purpose, pulling out the ‘you’re used to being a traitor’ line — and then Yata comes out of nowhere and just punches Munakata right in the face.

Yata is immediately standing over Munakata yelling like how dare you say that shit to Saruhiko while Munakata retrieves his glasses and tries to regain his dignity, he did not entirely expect this and in retrospect maybe he should have made sure Yata Misaki was not nearby before putting on this play. Yata’s angry ranting is suddenly interrupted by the smallest ‘heh,’ and Yata turns just as Fushimi can’t take it anymore and starts laughing. Yata’s very confused because wasn’t Fushimi just being horribly scolded, Fushimi completely can’t keep a straight face anymore as he’s like ‘Misaki you really are an idiot.’ Yata’s quickly like ‘w-well, I just don’t like that guy’s face — I-I didn’t punch him for you or anything!’ (unexpected Yata tsun moment). Yata’s kinda happy to see Fushimi’s laughing though, he doesn’t know why but he feels much lighter all of a sudden (at least until he hears the sound of Munakata clearing his throat behind him all ‘Yata-kun, if you could accompany me to the principal’s office’). 

[rosin1234]

Loveable !?

➷´ˎ˗lee jeonghyeon

pairing ´ˎ˗ nonidol!lee jeonghyeon x fem! reader

warnings ´ˎ˗ mentions of cougar (?), pic of food/ a meal

genre ´ˎ˗ I firmly believe this is comedy but romance (fluff) too i guess highschool au!!

synopsis ´ˎ˗ Y/n goes to the cafe across teh street of her school every lunch, sometimes with her friends, mostly without. The students of her school haven't seemed to discover it, which is why she's shocked to see a group of boys in the same uniform.

notes ´ˎ˗ i used idols name in 2 of my characters but this doesn't mean im using the actual idol<3

notes too ´ˎ˗ i think this is gonna be half smau half written ngl

1 ➳˚ ༘♡ who (?) you (!)

ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ : ʏ/ɴ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ

You were doing what you did every school day, breaking out of school to have some lunch. Since there were guards at every gate, you'd always go through the back, it wasn't that dangerous though, since you were breaking from the window of the first floor. You arrived in front of the classroom you always used to break out during lunch, the science lab, althought something was off, the window was left open. You figured this was normal since of course, it was science laboratory and a lot experiments were done here. You climbed out of the window and wore your long jacket, not super long though, it was above your knees but below your torso, and it was mainly to hide your uniform even if it didnt completely cover it. You crossed the street to your favorite cafe and swung the door open, there you were greeted by the employees, they knew you well since you went there often. You then went to the counter to get your order

"Y/n your back!!" one of the employees, or Miyeon said

"Yesss, sorry if I was late, my teacher made us stay until we finished our essay."

"Here's your food, same as usual" Miyeon smiled as you gave her the payment

You were about to go to a table until another employee, Dahyun, whispered something "Heyyy, you know how you said it's uncommon for people from your school to come here? Well there's actually a group of boys here who I think are wearing a similar uniform"

You looked behind you, you looked for only about a second but immediately recognized one of the faces 'Jeonghyeon? that really hot guy from the other class? I didn't think he'd go here' you thought

You shook your head and looked back at the two "I know one of them, they're from the same year as me"

"Okay but they are cute though" Miyeon said

"Miyeon! theyre probably way younger than you" Dahyun said to her "Y/n go eat you food! it might get cold"

You nodded as you went to sit at a table with two chairs by the window.

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[a-salty-sal]

Blind!Danny AU

Danny feels the blanket on his lap, the rough texture feeling so much worse compared to before. Jazz had just informed him that he will have to go to school tomorrow, that his absences due to the… accident are no longer going to be excused. The thought of why he had been absent makes him whimper and curl into a ball.

‘Come on Danny it will just be for a second!’ Sam's black hair waves in her rocking motion of excitement.

‘Right! If you don’t want to be the one to step into it I can’ Tucker looks up from his pda with a wide smile.

‘No! I will do it… Neither of you have hazmat suits.' Danny stated as he pulled on his gloves, a frown gracing his face. 'I just think this isn't going to turn out well… even if the portal doesn't work something else could happen. I don't know if everything my parents worked on in here is safe to be around.'

'Ghosts don't even exist, for all we know this 'ectoplasm' your parents bought of that weird guy in a trenchcoat at that London convention they dragged you too last month was jello water with green food coloring.' Sam leant forward, her right hand on her hip as she waved the other hand in a flippant manner.

Danny sighed but agreed with Sam even though his stomach twisted in anxiety. After confirming with his two friends that the camera was on he stepped up to the metal frame of the project his parents have worked on his entire life. He couldn't believe that the one thing his parents truly prioritized over all else didn't do a thing.

'Sam, is this far enough in?' The ravenette says after he takes three steps in.

'Just two more steps then turn to face us!' She was looking over Tucker's shoulder to see the camera screen from where it was held in front of his face.

"Danny?" A familiar voice brings him back to the present with a jolt. His head snaps to face the voice with a crack. Distantly Danny can feel his nails pierce the fabric clenched in his grip as he tries to identify who it is that wants his attention.

"Danny…" He can hear the voice hitch with a sob that tries to hide itself with a sigh. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"You didn't startle me." Danny denies that he was startled in any way, denies that he can still feel his pulse in his throat and that truly being unable to see anything was so vastly different to closing your eyes or walking into a room untouched by any form of light. That darkness could not be so far from sightlessness that even comparing the two was impossible.

"If you say so." Jazz let the obvious lie slide past as she found her spot on Danny's left. She had taken to always taking place in the same area when visiting Danny. He knew it was so he never had to guess where she was to push her or pull her into a hug for comfort. "Have Mom and Dad visited you yet today? Mom said she was going to have lunch with you."

"They didn't come today either." Every day their parents would tell Jazz that they would visit Danny at some time and everyday Danny would have to come to terms with it being pushed off once again. Some new discovery blossoming within the lab or some new problem with a project not responding with the ecto they harvested.

"I am sure they will show up tomorrow." Jazz placed a hand on Danny's shoulder as she tried to comfort her younger brother. "I am sure once they settle in with being able to unlimitedly interact with Ghosts they will start having more time with us."

Danny nodded and leaned into Jazz's touch. He doubted it would change as the state of things haven't even wavered within the ten days he's spent at the hospital. Maybe once he returns home their parents will be able to spare time with him.

The Dr.'s Fenton had not left the basement since they were told their son was stable and going to adequately make a recovery. The doctors were not pleased to have to tell a seventeen year old highschool student the important details of Danny's state. Jazz made sure to copy down notes of what to do so Danny could be comfortable at home and how to help him adjust.

"Jazz…?"

"Yeah, Danny?"

"I'm not getting my sight back."

"Yeah, one of your nurses pulled me aside before I came in today."

"The nerves are too fried to ever recover. I won't get to be an astronaut Jazz. I won't ever get to see the stars again."

"I am so sorry Danny…" Jazz pulled her little brother into a hug. She wished for anything she could do to solve this for her little brother. The teen knew that no matter what she did she couldn't fix Danny's eyes, she couldn't turn back time to stop her little brother from stepping into that portal. She couldn't do anything and it burned in her chest, the uselessness and futility of her rage, it burned hot and fierce under her ribcage. The feelings scorched her heart and made it twinge with every beat.

[adrianasunderworld]

Papa Crewel au, where instead of Yuu getting aged down in a lab accident, it's Crewel. He moves the students out of the way in time before the bubbling cauldron can do anything, but that made the concoction get on him instead. Now he's suddenly seventeen again.

Everyone is freaking out. Yuu is asking him if he's okay. Crewel feels fine, though admittedly, the potion fucked with his memory a bit. He's vaguely aware that something has gone wrong, he knows that he knows these people, but all the details are fuzzy. His adult life feels like a dream, because mentally he's back where he was all those years ago. When he asks if Crowley is going to call his mother, or tried to walk back to his old dorm, he had to be reminded that he wasn't a student anymore.

Yuu, not knowing what else to do, brought him back to Ramshackle. It felt odd, being the one to look after Crewel for a change.

"Can you please call me by my name? It feels weird to be called Crewel or professor."

Divus took a bit to adjust. But old habits died hard. Yuu had explained to him their family like relationship, and Divus went from a father figure to acting like an older brother rather fast. He didn't have to go to class, but he still went with Yuu. He ate lunch with them and their friends. Even did Magicam photoshoots at Caters suggestion.

Divus was just as much of a troublemaker then as the boys are now. Except now he had a car and less sense of responsibility. Divus drove the gang into town for an impromptu beach trip.

"I don't know about this." Jack said.

"I'm a professor aren't I?" Divus replied. "So we aren't breaking any rules because you have my permission to be here."

Trein was extra annoyed. He thought he was done when Divus had graduated. But nope. Here he was with his smart ass mouth again.

Divus fatherly instincts had turned into that of a protective brother. He enjoyed teasing Yuu. But when it came down to other students bothering them, he was absolutely ready to fight someone. Yuu had acquired a new guard dog with Divus following them around. Yuu had to admit though: it was starting to get annoying. Especially when they returned from one of their night chats with Malleus, and over the breakfast table the next morning casually asked, "So was that your boyfriend sneaking in the garden last night?"

It was a couple weeks of this before Divus woke up in his guest room of Ramshackle. He looked in the mirror to find he was back to normal. Yuu was surprised to find him in the dorms kitchen making breakfast, an adult once more. They hugged him, feeling relieved.

It was a fun romp to be a teenager again, but it reminded him how much he did not miss highschool.

[cobiehaven]

Dove — Jacob Bae

SYNOPSIS; jacob wants to ask you something that has been on his mind for a while but he isn’t sure how to ask.

PARING; jacob x reader

GENRE; fluff, drama, short story

WORD COUNT; 0.7k

TAGS/WARNINGS; highschool crush!jacob, reader has a lesbian bsf, reader and jacobs relationship is formed basically only on notes.

AUTHORS NOTE; the way that when i thought of this au, i actually screamed

swinging open your locker for the 5th time that day, you were excited to see the note that was sitting at the pit of it. usually your notes were scattered all over the place, wherever your secret admirer knew you were going to be next. and right now, they seemed to guess right as you always had to go to your locker after lunch time.

flipping open the folded paper, you smiled when you read the kind and familiar handwriting forming the sweet words you always looked forward to reading.

yes, you knew who your secret admirer was. and he knew that you knew.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to figure out, but once you did, both of your relationships were formed solely through paper and pen. the sudden change to be talking in person was definitely out of your general comfort zone. you had already told him so much through pen that you become nervous whenever you see him up close.

besides, the love letters made for some pretty good and cringy reads.

“you really need to confess and get this over with,” your friend said, coming up from behind you.

you jumped at the sudden voice.

“last time i checked, you still have a crush on my lab partner and haven’t confessed yet soooo..” you snickered, folding the note into your pocket and rummaging through your locker for a loose paper. “that’s because she doesn’t even know me!” your friend exclaimed to which you rolled your eyes. “sure she does, you’ve made your existence clear on many occasions.”

you laughed, remembering the way your friend embarrassingly introduced herself and tried to make a move and all of them being failed attempts.

“my favorite is the time you tripped over your shoelaces and fell on her, i can’t believe her mom threatened to call the police on you for accidentally spraining her wrist!”

“it was a serious matter! i swear i apologized a million times.”

“right, especially when you-“

you were cut off by a familiar sweet voice. “hey y/n.” you spun around, your eyes growing wide when you locked eyes with the one person you weren’t sure if you were happy or scared to see. you could feel the dark smirk burning into your back from your friend. “i- uhh- hey! jacob..” you stuttered. you felt so stupid. why could you never hold a lasting conversation with him?

you watched him carefully as his eyes trailed from you, to your friend behind you, somehow exchanging silent messages. “ah, i’ll get going now, see you in class, y/n!” your friend waved you off.

you wished she hadn’t of left.

it was silent for a few moments now with your friend gone, you played with your fingers, still holding onto that loose paper that you had been looking for just a minute ago.

“was that going to be for me?” jacob asked, gesturing to the blank page in between your finger tips. you nodded, not trusting yourself to not stutter in front of him. you could tell he was starting to get uncomfortable with the awkward silence as he kept shifting from one foot to the other. you felt awful for making him feel such a way.

“can i write something on it?” he asked, you quickly extended your arm out to him. he giggled, the vocals warming your heart in a way that nobody else’s could.

you handed him a pen and he got to writing, you waited patiently for him to finish.

once he was done, he handed you the pen back. “i’ve been wanted to ask this for a while.. but i wasn’t sure how to ask it. i wasn’t sure if paper and pen would be enough or if it would be too weird to say it in person but..” he trailed off before flipping the paper over for you to silently read. your eyes widened and your cheeks grew into a deep rosy blush.

‘will you go on a date with me?’ the note read.

you were speechless. you nearly dropped the pen that you were holding.

“well, what do you say?” jacob asked, your attention catching onto him.

“of course i will!”

© cobiehaven 2023

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the man next door (henry creel/reader) oneshot

*a/n: here's an idea i had after watching vol. 2. i needed something to write while thinking about wtf im gonna do with my highschool AU story of henry. we are gonna pretend this takes place in 1983, and el is 11 years old, and the massacre happened just months earlier. also we are gonna pretend steve and robin are friends too in 1983 lol, ignoring canon like usual. also i know henry's name is not peter, but im just letting him assume that name because him & el are essentially lying low and assuming new names after escaping the lab. also no beta we die like men, i didn’t proofread this

*warnings: traumatic flashbacks, kidnapping, strong language, blood, manipulating behaviors, stalking, choking

comments are always welcome! i hope you enjoy !

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Hawkins was a strange, strange town. Some say it’s almost cursed. You’d have to agree, the odd disappearances, the claims of sights of weird alien-like creatures, the odd governmental facility that hid itself amongst the shroud of woods, almost like something out of some cheesy sci-fi horror film. However, the strangest thing you could find about all of Hawkins, was its people.

One of those people happened to be your new neighbor. 

Mr. Peter Ballard, you’ve only spoken in passing, introducing himself when you went to your mailbox and just happened to catch him pulling up in his driveway. He was quite a friendly man, from what you could tell, quite attractive too, if you could admit. He’d only been living in the small house for maybe about 2 months, and you didn’t even know anyone new was moving in. There were no moving trucks, no clothes, no furniture, no belongings… nothing. Just him, and a small girl with very short hair, who you’d assume was his daughter, coming in and out of the house. 

Even now, as you sit on your porch, watching him pull in his driveway with his odd black car that looked like a government vehicle, you were still quite intrigued. As he stepped out of the vehicle, he caught you staring, he simply smiled and waved at you, and you only offered a small hand, much to your embarrassment. 

“Shit..” Muttering under your breath, “He caught me staring.” You got up quickly out of your rocking chair and ran into your house quickly, slamming the door, putting one hand on your temples. 

“Way to be a creep, huh, (Name)?” You looked back to the window leading out to the front yard, where his car was in view, “He probably thinks I’m some nosy ass weirdo..” 

Walking back to the window you peered through the blinds again, seeing the back of his blonde hair as he was pulling bags out of the back seat of the car. 

“Groceries..” You whispered to yourself, then seeing the young girl leaning over in the trunk, getting out a jug of milk, walking back as her frilled dress bounced with her movements, “I guess they are pretty normal people, after all, huh?” 

You couldn’t help but be intrigued. You barely had neighbors, you lived in a more isolated part of town, preferring to be away from much of the strange activities much of the townsfolk talked about. Much of your backyard stretched into woods carrying, hopefully, nothingness, and you stayed in your small shack-like home. New to the small town life, moving to Hawkins only a year ago, nothing bothered you, the quietness of it all never made you uneasy. The only time you would go out is to work your part time job at Family Video, grocery shop, and maybe, when you're feeling a little spicy, go out to eat, by yourself of course. You led a simple life, no one knew who you were, of course, being slightly new to the town. However, there was a small stretch that bothered you. 

You had started receiving strange notes in the mail. Not just any kind of note, but love letters. At first, it was funny, childish, even. The first note you ever received was in a yellow card, with a cute bunny rabbit holding a heart, on the inside saying some cute cheesy romantic line, and there was your name under it, surrounded by red hearts. You laughed it off, maybe they had the wrong (Name), there had to be another in Hawkins, right? The letters began to escalate slightly, the most recent you received a week ago, talking of how they wanted to, “take you out to dinner, I know your favorite place.” You simply threw it in the trash, thinking nothing of it, somebody silly was just playing a game, maybe it was even one of your coworkers. It was becoming quite a nuisance, really. 

You up at the tiny clock over your stove, “2:15 already..” grumbling, getting up lazily to go get ready for your mundane part-time job. Throwing on your green vest, “Family Video,” proudly etched on the right side of the chest, and your bright orange name tag, blaring, “(Name).” Throwing your keys around your index finger, sighing as you exited the house, locking the door, and getting in your, starting in it, praying today would go decent. 

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Thursdays were terribly boring, unfortunately. It was the quiet before the storm of the weekend, and you lazily lounged behind the counter, doodling on the notepad used to write down names for customers. 

“God, I’m bored, Robin.” You grumbled, rolling your head back in the chair and staring at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. 

“Well, you COULD be helping me organize these returned movies,” She sarcastically retorted back, organizing her pile in alphabetical order on the small cart used to maneuver movies around. 

“I could also be doing so much more with my life right now,” You leaned your head back at her and smiled, “But I’m working at Family Video in Hawkins,Indiana, right?”

“It’s not bad…” She trailed off looking to the side, “for a highschooler, like me, I guess.” Nervous laughter followed. 

“Right,” You then swiveled the chair you were sitting in around, “By the way, Robbie, I’ve got a question for you.”

Robin opened her eyes in curiosity, and you put your hands on your chin as if you were in deep, meaningful thought. 

“Riddle me this,” You began, “What would you do if you had a secret admirer?” 

“Well, really, that’s not a question for me, that’s more for Steve-” She babbled, but you interrupted her.

“Who sent you letters in the mail.” 

She looked a little shocked, “(Name), that sounds like a stalker! Do you even know who this is? I mean, seriously, I swear, if something happens to you-” The door chimed, interrupting her, signaling someone walked in. 

You turned around quickly, seeing who in God’s name was renting a movie on a Thursday night, when your mouth almost fell agape. 

Peter Ballard. Peter Ballard and his daughter to be exact. 

His eyes recognized yours immediately, his blonde hair haloed by the fluorescent light, he offered his slightly friendly smile as usual. Bending down slightly to whisper something in the young girl’s ear, he let her hand go as she went to roam freely about in the store. He strided up to the desk, feeling like a million ages to you, his hands clasped around the front of his body.

“Hey, (Name),” Peter made direct eye contact with you, your name rolling off his tongue smooth as honey, “I was wondering if you had a certain movie to rent for us.”

“Yeah.. yeah, uh, what movie?” God, you were stuttering, and you’re sure he could sense the nervousness from you, as he laughed slightly after you said that. 

“It might sound a bit weird, if you would excuse me,” He looked slightly over in the direction of his daughter, as if grasping at straws in his head to remember the movie’s name, “I believe it’s called, Cujo?”

“Ah! Cujo.” You were a little shocked, “The movie about the killer dog, right? You want to watch that, Mr. Peter?” You were trying to tease him a little, wanting to see how he would react. 

He took the bait, laughing a little nervously, “It’s really for her,” pointing to where his daughter was, her standing a little tense as Robin was now fawning over how cute she was. 

“Ah…” You said sarcastically, “And how old is she?”

“She’s eleven,” You shot him a look, he just shrugged his shoulders slightly, “Maybe a little eccentric, different.”

“Maybe so,” You smiled, “We have it available to rent, I’ll go get it for you.” You headed to the back, turning around, putting your hands on your face and screaming silently into your hands, you were so embarrassed. 

You huffed loudly as you got to the back, trying to ease the butterflies now alive and well in your stomach, looking for the sacred Cujo movie. 

“Pull it together, (Name)!” Giving yourself a pep talk as you found the movie, preparing to walk back out into the shop, “Yes, he’s your neighbor, he’s hot! But you can’t let him undermine your social skills!”

Feeling satisfied with yourself, you patted your stomach, as if telling the wiggly feelings to go away, and marched back into the shop. 

“Okay… Mr. Peter,” You sat the movie tape on the counter, “Here’s Cujo, hopefully little… um, what is her name, I’m sorry..” You trailed off awkwardly, trying to make a cute personal comment to him, only to realize you didn’t even know his daughter’s name. 

“Oh, her name is El.” Peter said almost in a plain fashion, you almost wanted to ask if it was short for something, but he seemed to be serious, his daughter’s name was two letters. 

“El! Hopefully little El is happy with her movie,” You continued the check out process, registering his name in the catalog, “It’s a little gruesome, I heard.”

“Ah..” He leered, “She’s seen worse, believe me.”

You tried to let the comment off your shoulder, as you shot him a quick look, and noticing his smile, you took the comment as a joke, just smiling back. 

“Come on, El,” He called to her, “Thank you so much, (Name), you’ve appeased us both for the night, really.” 

“Oh, you’re welcome!” You exclaimed, a bit too excitedly, “Have a good night!” 

Peter nodded back, taking his daughter’s hand again and walking out of the shop, bell chiming as they walked out, you still thought about the comment he made.

Hawkins has some strange people, you thought.

“That…” Robin began after a small moment of silence, “That was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Coming from me, (Name), you know it’s serious.” You just laughed, knowing you were thinking the same as her when you finally got to see him up close. He was beautiful, alright, he had the look of an angel almost. His hair was all fluffy, not neat like it usually was, as if something had tossed it out of its usual look. His blue eyes, which pierced into your soul if you were to talk to him, and his beautiful cheekbones, like they were sculpted by the divine gods themselves. Everything was just perfect, you couldn’t lie, you had a little crush, maybe that’s why you were so nosy about him whenever he moved in. 

“That beautiful man is my neighbor.” You bragged proudly, hands on your hips as you stared at the door where he walked out of. 

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The next morning you were awoken by the sounds of loud birds singing in a chorus. Sitting up you held your head in your hands, the huge headaches you usually had every morning coming on. You reached and grabbed for the bottle of tylenol on the nightstand next to your bed, when you noticed something falling on your palm. 

Blood. 

“What…?” You murmured, rushing out of bed to the bathroom to see just what was the source of the bleeding. Looking into the mirror, your nose was gushing slowly with blood, worrying setting over you. You’ve had the headaches, but nosebleeds now, too? You went to the doctor about headaches, as they’d been going on for about a month now. Wiping the blood out of your nostrils, praying you wouldn’t have to go back to the doctor risking the medical bills you could barely afford to pay. 

Ah, it’s alright, (Name). You’ll be fine. You thought, going back and taking the Tylenol you originally had plans for. Going into the kitchen, you slipped your house slippers on, and threw on a baggy black jacket to go check the mail for today. 

As you opened the door bracing for the cool November breeze to hit you, you heard a small crumble under your feet. Looking down, you saw a bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, roses, yellow lilies, a few sunflowers, and one odd white jasmine flower standing out to you. Picking up the bouquet, you noticed a small white index card tucked in between the wrapping and the flower, you picked it up, reading to yourself:

“I’m sorry that it’s hurting so bad, it will all be over soon, my (Name). Just relax, wait for me.”

Behind the note, you took notice of a Polaroid picture, of your house. It was taken from an angle, almost as if it was behind the woods.

Your stomach dropped to your knees, and you started to shake slightly, the note still in hand. 

Looking around your mostly empty neighborhood, for the sign of an odd car, a person, anything out of place. Who could know this? You barely spoke to anyone else other than Robin, your literal coworker, she doesn’t even know your address! Peter, you only knew in passing, you two barely spoke. Last night was the most interaction you had!

Then, it felt like the world fell on your head, Robin was right, 

You did have a stalker.

Quickly, you retreated back into the house, slamming the door shut and locking it, going over to all the windows in your house and making sure they were locked, too. Throwing the bouquet in the garbage, you paced around your small kitchen, wondering what you could possibly do. The police of course, but who’d know if they took you seriously? It was “just” a little bouquet, a little note to them, no physical harm done to you… yet. You then thought back to the note, digging in the garbage to find it, pulling it out. Studying its handwriting, you notice how neat and perfect it was. Almost like the person who wrote it… studied the art of the alphabet, there was not a single erase mark, no misspelling, nothing. All T’s crossed, I’s dotted.  It was perfect. Sighing deeply, you retreated to your couch, covering up with a blanket, and turning on the television to hopefully distract you from your everbuilding anxiety. 

Hours passed, and your mind was still racing, zooming with thoughts, eyes and mind wide open.

“Dammit..” You cursed to yourself, “I can’t do this, I can’t..” Stomping back to your room, you went under your bed and pulled out a small tin lunch box, opening it, the smell hitting you immediately. You held the joint in your hands, remembering how you promised your mom before you moved off you would stop your bad habits, but desperate times called for desperate measures. There was still daylight outside, you just needed some fresh air to clear your mind and think.

Walking out to your car, and cranking it up, you noticed Peter’s car was still in his driveway, almost as if he never left his house. Brushing it off, you pulled out of the driveway, and drove over to the playground of one of the neighborhoods a street over from yours. 

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Sitting on the swing and lighting the joint, you inhaled deeply, then exhaled. You felt slight relief waver over you, though keeping aware of your surroundings, holding onto your keys tightly just in case of an emergency. However, this neighborhood was nearly empty, or abandoned, atleast. It was beautiful, however, many old houses donned the street, abandoned, some still lived in. It made you wonder what life used to live in the houses, the families that inhabited them. 

One in particular stood out to you, the old Creel house. The people of Hawkins talked of the “creepy Creels,” as if they were a cursed family. They had told you, stay away from that house, it’s cursed, the father, they said, was cursed by a demon, some say he was just batshit crazy.

You agreed with the second opinion. He murdered his entire family, a “demon” doesn’t do that. 

Drawing another hit, you watched the trees blow with the breeze of life, as the big blue house stood frozen in time almost. Although the windows were mostly boarded up, the stained glass window still stood in the door, beautiful in its vintage fashion. 

Then, you noticed it moving back, a tall figure stepping out of the doorway into view onto the porch. Your breath stopped in your throat, holding the joint inches away from your lips, you squint your eyes to get a better view of the figure. It began to walk closer to your field of vision, and you murmured to yourself,

….Peter?

Surely you aren't already high enough to be hallucinating, and hopefully you weren’t so infatuated with Peter that you started hallucinating him. Thankfully, you weren’t, it was him, in the flesh. You just wondered what the hell he was doing in the Creel house. 

He began walking towards you, and you prepared yourself to talk, stuffing the joint in your coat pocket, trying to act as normal as possible, like you didn’t see him come out of an abandoned house, and like he almost didn’t catch you smoking a joint. 

“(Name)?” He called over to you, as he walked closer, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same, Mr. Peter,” You let it slip, “Why were you in that creepy old house?”

Peter just looked off slightly, then he smiled, “I was revisiting some old family memories, that’s all.” 

“You’re related to the ‘creepy’ Creels?!” You exclaimed, then realized how childish and insensitive you probably sounded. 

Peter gave you a small smile at your exclamation, walked over to the swing beside yours, and sat down, “Not exactly directly. Henry was my second cousin.” He didn’t seem to be bothered by your reaction, turning his head to look you in the eye, as if he was waiting to see your reaction. 

“Ah…” You looked back to the house, avoiding his eye contact, “The boy that died in the coma? I wonder what the father did to him, to make him succumb to such an… unfortunate circumstance…” You tried not to sound too insensitive, again.

“Yeah,” Peter began, looking at the house, too, “It really is unfortunate isn’t it?”

His tone sounded a bit off, much like the comment he made at the video shop last night, but you brushed it off, allowing silence to overtake the conversation as you got lost in your thoughts. 

“(Name),” Peter cut through, “Are you alright?” You shot your head up to look at him, meeting eyes that pierced you deeply, as if he could see every thought or feeling that circulated in your brain. 

“Um, yeah,” You started, “Yeah, Peter, I’m okay.” 

“I’m sorry,” He played with his hands a little, “You just seemed like you were worrying about something.” 

You thought back to the note and bouquet this morning, your headaches, newly found nosebleeds, everything that has happened in the past month or so, noticing his body language, paying attention to your tension. Oh, what the hell could you lose telling him?

So you did, partially.

“Well..” You stammered slightly, “I’ve been getting these weird notes in the mail. Like, I have a stalker, kind of.. I guess.” Staring at the ground, you waited for his response, but he just wanted you to talk more.

“And… I’m scared. I’m scared, Peter. One of the notes today, described something only I should know.” You fidgeted with the fabric of your pants, when he turned his body towards you. 

“Do you want me to watch your house?” Peter questioned suddenly, “I can stay up through the night, to see if someone peeks through windows, leaves notes, anything like that, you know.” You looked up at him, the thought of even suggesting someone other than you near your home, startled you, now you were scared to even go back. You’d been gone, what if somebody snuck in?

Almost as if he had read your mind, he answered back, “How about you stay with me and El for the night? You seem a little too shaken up to go back home alone. We’re right next door, so if you needed anything from your home you could walk over there. I’d watch you, of course.”

God this man is too nice, you thought, it's killing me.

You thought about his offer, knowing for sure if you went back home, you wouldn’t be able to sleep, you’d be too worried about if someone was being a peeping Tom outside your house. 

Peter then added, “Of course, I’d provide food. Also, El and I haven’t watched Cujo yet, so, you’re invited, if you would like.”

 You furrowed your brows a little, thinking of the possibilities. You didn’t want to be alone, but also the thought of staying in a stranger’s house made you feel uneasy.However… Peter seemed to be a caring, thoughtful man, though, and from what you could see, he took care of El okay. 

“Um, sure, I would like that. Thank you.” You met his eyes, now crinkled up from his sweet smile, happy at your response.

 Hopefully he didn’t notice the reluctance in your voice. 

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The house was cute, small, and comfortable for a single father and his daughter. You noticed upon walking in the lack of furniture, or any home decorations. There were no family pictures, no plants, just a small couch in the living room, sitting across from the small television box that was set inside a small entertainment center. The kitchen was connected to the living room, much like your house, with a wall, nestled in between, a sliding window sitting separating contact between the people in front and behind it. You were sitting on the couch with El, watching her play with the red Etch-a-Sketch, her turning the knob in focus, as if what she was drawing had lots and lots of meaning. 

“Let me guess,” You started, seeing a few legs being drawn out of the creature, “This is.. A butterfly?”

El smiled a little, “Kind of close. It is a spider.” 

You looked back down, an odd spider indeed, it was big, black, and it’s legs were really, really long, with an oblong head, and you noticed it towered over a few houses.

“Right..” You chuckled nervously, not wanting to say it looked like something out of a horror movie, fearing it would hurt the girl’s feelings. 

“They are H… Peter’s favorites,” El stuttered cautiously, almost as if she made a grave slip up.

What did she almost call him? Thinking to yourself, she didn’t even call him “dad,” however the thought slipped when El quickly changed the conversation before you could question her.

“What is this?” She pointed to one of your many, many ear piercings, this one being the long piece of jewelry going through the top part of your ear.

“Ah!” You got excited, ready to tell the story of your brave and daring industrial piercing, the one that your mom found so disapproving she almost kicked you out of the house for the sixth time, when Peter opened the sliding window separating the kitchen and the living room. 

“Dinner is ready.” He stated, you almost forgot he was cooking, until you smelled the savory flavors coming from the kitchen. 

You and El situated yourselves at the small kitchen table, nestled with three seats, perfectly fit for your trio. 

Peter went around carrying the pot, with a huge spoon, dumping servings on your plates, “It’s spaghetti, (Name), a little basic, but it’s the only thing I could think that everyone would like.”

You stared down at your plate, you were hungry nonetheless, the stress of the day making you forget to eat, “Are you crazy, Peter? This looks amazing, I’m starving, anyways.” He chuckled, watching you as if you almost forgot your manners picking up the utensils. 

You dug into the spaghetti, trying not to eat like a wolf devouring prey, but upon tasting the first bite, you were amazed. It was really, really, really, REALLY good. You almost saw stars. 

He can cook too, what a man… your thoughts making you smile through your fork in your mouth.

“How is it, (Name)?” He inquired, seeing that you were smiling.

“It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, rather childishly, earning a smile from El as she ate quietly. 

After finishing your meals, the three of you nestled on the small couch to watch Cujo, it was getting quite late, and you felt your eyes getting heavy. You looked to El, who was sitting between the both of you, fast asleep, her head lay on Peter’s shoulder. 

“Wow,” You joked, “She didn’t even make it through the first 40 minutes.” 

Peter turned his head down to look at her, El now drooling on his white sweatshirt, “Such a sleepyhead, she is.” He mocked, joking with you. 

“You look a little sleepy too, (Name).” He turned his attention to you, noticing your half-lidded eyes. It was true, you got your stomach full, and now you wanted nothing else than to rest, the stress of the day had worn you out. 

“Maybe…” You gave him a sleepy smile, then he interjected, 

“You can sleep in my bed,” Your face grew hot, did he mean, in his bed, with him? Is that why he brought you over here, to make a move on you while little El was asleep? Surely, you didn’t think Peter was the type of man to move so fast.

“I’ll take El to her room, and I’ll sleep on the couch,” He continued, your unspoken thoughts leaving your head after. 

“Oh, are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch? It’d be more comfortable for you-”

“I’m keeping a watch out, remember?” Peter interrupted you as he got up to pick up El, cradling her small body in his arms, then disappearing to the back of the home to take her to her room.

It made sense, and you would feel more protected if Peter stayed in the living room, in case a threat made its way inside the house.

Coming back, Peter walked to the door nestled beside the television, beckoning you to follow him with his finger. 

Getting up, you came over to the door, opening it, he stated, “Here. If you need any extra pillows or blankets, I can get some for you out of the closet.”

The room, like everything else in the house, was barren, the only thing that lay in the room was the bed, and a small wooden vanity with a mirror, nothing donned the desk of the vanity, no pictures, nothing. 

You walked over to the bed, sitting down, jumping slightly to test the comfortableness. It was soft enough, after all, you were staying in a stranger’s house who had cooked you food, and allowed you to sleep in his bed, gratefulness should be your first thought. 

“Thank you, Peter,” You looked at him directly now, his smile looking back at you, “Seriously, thank you, you don’t know what this means to me.”

“I do,” He replied back, turning to leave out of the door, “Now, if you need me, I will be right out here on this couch, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” 

You nodded, surprised at his sudden praises of protection, he turned the light off as he watched you nestled into bed, and shut the door, leaving you to yourself.

Nodding off to sleep rather quickly, you felt happy with the sudden security and peace that overtook you, nothing would hurt you, just as he stated.

Peter sat back down on the couch, the movie’s credits rolling as he stared down at the floor, relaxing his hands in his lap. He smirked, thinking of his plan rolling into action.

The outside world wouldn’t taint you anymore, not as long as he had you.

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Waking up out of your slumber, you turned your head to the curtains, noticing sunlight beaming through the window. Morning, already? You thought to yourself, I must have slept a lot better than I thought.

You heard a knock beckon at your door, getting up to go unlock and letting whoever wanted in, until you heard a voice. 

A feminine voice. One you hadn’t heard in over a year.

“(Name)? (Name)?” It was your mother, surely you had to be dreaming, you were at Peter’s house, right? “(Name), open the door honey, I need to talk to you.”

“Mom.. hold on..” You stammered, petrified a little, why did this feel so real? 

“I can’t wait any longer honey, please, open the door, it’s imperative.” Getting up, you slowly walked over to the door, when the knocking turned into aggressive banging, her beginning to shake the lock furiously. 

“Open the fucking door, (Name)!” She roared, “I know what you were doing last night! You came home, through the window, out being a whore, huh? You think you can hide that from me?!”

Tears began to pierce your eyes, putting your hands over your ear, pleading for her to stop. You moved to Hawkins exactly for this reason, to escape restraint, to leave that past of yours behind. 

But it followed you, like it traced your footsteps, it was stalking you. 

“Open the door!” Your mother screamed again, now beating the door handle with a bat, coming off with a small “clunk,” your stomach dropping as you heard the noise. 

The door slowly opened, you were now cornered beside the bed, your knees pressed to your chest, hands over your ears, shutting your eyes, hoping you would wake up soon. 

Your mother stomped in suddenly, her tall figure looming over you, her face eerily distorted, her skin looked wet, burned, as if she had been in some type of accident.

“I have a failure as a child! Do you know what they will say about me now?! Think about that, (Name), think about it! I should’ve given you away a long time ago!” She started to point your finger at you, and you began screaming, crying, pleading for help, rocking your fetal position back and forth. 

She came closer, “No!” You screamed pushing her away, however instead of your mother’s figure, your hands were met with the white sweatshirt of the man who offered to let you stay in his house. 

You had pushed him away, as he was trying to help.

“(Name)! Please, are you okay?” Peter crawled back over to you, putting his hand around your outstretched arm, preventing you from hitting him back again. 

“I… I… Peter..” Eyes stained with tears, you looked over to El, who was behind Peter, her face an expression filled with horror. However, she wasn’t looking at you, she was looking at him. 

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry, I had a nightmare, I-” You were interrupted by him cradling you suddenly, whispering in your ear, “It’s all okay now, it’s over right?” 

You looked up at him, around the room, you’d only hope this was real.

You noticed El stomping off suddenly, as if she was upset, Peter looking at her with a leering expression.

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The next few days, you did not go outside. Not even for work, calling and stating you had caught the flu, hoping it wouldn’t steer Steve and Robin into worry. Your headaches became increasingly worse, and the nosebleeds persisted, but you didn’t go to the doctor, fearing it would provoke an anxiety attack, just thinking about talking to others petrified you. The nightmares persisted, however, they weren’t as traumatizing as the first one, and you barely slept. Huge purple bags formed quickly under your eyes. A note of your waning sanity.

You were officially losing your mind.

After the incident at Peter’s house, you stopped interacting with him, fearing he would think of you as “mental,” after you had pushed him in his own home after the nightmare. That, and you were also embarrassed of what happened. You had noticed one time while peering out of your blinds, El sitting outside with her head resting on her knees, as if she was crying. You wanted to check on her, but you feared crossing paths with Peter. 

The beds of your nails were bloody, after you began a habit of biting them out of anxious tendencies. Today, you were practicing that particular habit, when a feeling of courage to go check your mail finally came over you. Putting on your familiar baggy jacket, you let the hood over your head, preventing others from seeing you, and you seeing others. 

Stepping onto the porch, you noticed, sitting on the highest step, was a pink teddy bear, holding a heart. Your stomach dropped, the taunting started again, just as you had begun building courage to take your life back in your hands. Cautiously, you walked over to the porch steps, picking up the bear, as if a bomb was hidden inside it, you wouldn’t be suprised if there was, at this point. 

Noticing a folded card in between its arm and the heart, you took it out and opened it.

“I know you’re scared, love. Please don’t fear me, I only want to help you. I can fix you, you just have to trust me. If you resist, it doesn’t matter. I will have you. I will have you.  I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. 

I will have you. I will have you. ..”

Behind the note fell, once again, another Polaroid picture, this time through your bedroom window, you were sleeping, a rare moment for you at this point.

Your throat dried in horror, the note went on just like that, as if it was taunting you, chanting at you. You then noticed a black spider crawling onto your arm, as if it had come from the note, you tried to smack it, but it went away. Then other spiders came crawling out of the bear’s arm where you had gotten the card, you screamed, dropping the bear and the card, shaking your arm as you felt they were there. Looking down, they were gone. You looked around to see if anyone saw you have your little moment, however no one was there, except Peter pulling up in his car. 

You watched as El and him got out of the car, him holding a cake and balloons, she held a jug of red fruit punch juice. 

“Hey, (Name).” He called to you, you repositioned yourself to act normal, walking off the porch haphazardly. 

He smiled as he saw you, it excited him. To see you so ruined, so vulnerable, you looked like you hadn’t slept in days, you barely were taking care of yourself, he loved to see this side of you. You were coming to him, knowing you would crawl and succumb to him eventually.

He loved to see how you needed him.

“Peter…” You looked over to the small girl who wore concern on her face, “El… Hey, what are you guys doing?”

“Today is El’s birthday,” He watched the shock form on your face, “We are having a little celebration, did you want to join us?”

You looked down, he offered quickly, but you hadn’t had social interaction in over a week. You were afraid you would act out again, but then again, it was the poor girl’s birthday, as far as you had seen, she didn’t play with other kids, she wasn’t even in school for as far as you could recall.

Why not?

“Sure…” You replied, looking back up at him, “Let me go clean myself up first, though.”

                                                                      -

You, El, and Peter sat around the table as you ate the meal he cooked up for her birthday. It was apparently one of her favorites: waffles, Peter added bacon and eggs as a side, noting that waffles were not too filling for him. It was oddly quiet, with you and Peter joking here and there, you noticed he would look down at your drink you never touched, the fruit juice, but you opted for water instead, juice you had outgrown years ago. El, however, looked solemn for her birthday, as if she’d rather be doing anything else, you would have to talk with her later. Suddenly you got up from your seat, “Hey, Peter, where’s the toilet? I’ve got to use it.”

He pointed down the hallway to the back of the kitchen, “Down there, and to the left.”

“Thank you,” Walking down the hallway, you looked for the door to the left, however something more peculiar took your eye. 

You noticed a door slightly ajar, with red lighting coming from it, peering over your shoulder, you noticed Peter and El still eating, not paying attention to whatever you were doing. Promising yourself it would be quick, curiosity got the best of you, and you quietly slipped in the door.

However, what you found threatened you to become nauseous. 

Pictures, so many pictures, hanging up on the wall. There were pictures of your house, mostly at night, and some during the day when you weren’t at home. There were pictures of you through the side window of the house. Even pictures of you working at Family Video. You noticed little notes under the picture, noting what you were doing, or the date of which the picture was taken. 

The handwriting looked eerily familiar. The same as the notes that had been harassing your consciousness for almost 2 months now.  

You stumbled back, mouth agape, when you bumped into something hard.

Turning around quickly, you noticed it was Peter, however his expression wore something more ragged, almost feral. 

“I thought you were going to the bathroom..” He hissed deeply, his voice changing from the usual sweet tone to something more sinister. 

“Peter, what the fuck is this?!” You cried, the man who'd you allowed to protect you that night was the culprit behind these harassments. Anger began to seethe through you, he was the reason why you were mentally breaking down, why you couldn’t leave the house, why you were literally going insane. 

“You weren’t supposed to see this, (Name),” He sighed, then grabbed your arm rather aggressively, “I suppose it was going to happen sooner or later..”

“Let go of me, you fucking psycho!” You wrestled against his rough embrace, fighting back, feeling your throat suddenly become constricted. 

You began to choke, noticing he kept his free outstretched arm, tightening his grip with his finger in an almost close fist, a pressure building, threatening to crush your throat, the telekinetic pressure becoming tighter and tighter.

“Let’s not do this the hard way, (Name), okay?” You struggled against the constriction, face turning red as you began to lose air, “I don’t want to hurt you. Just listen to me, hm?”

An idea popped into your head, noticing a crowbar leaning on the wall beside where you stood. You nodded, hoping he would take note of your “subordination” to him. 

He slowly started to ease up, “Good..” murmuring to himself as he released his grip slowly, bringing his arm down to the side. Seeing as he was off guard, you took it as your chance, grabbing the long crowbar and quickly hitting him upside the head, he growled, falling to the floor and holding his head. 

You ran out of the room, headed to the front door, when you noticed El, passed out on the floor with the red solo cup filled with fruit juice beside her, spilled on the floor. Stopping in horror at the girl’s form, you quickly regained your senses running to the opened front door when it closed suddenly. 

“No! Fuck…” You screamed, trying to turn the knob to open aggressively, but it wouldn’t budge, “Somebody! Help me, please.. Somebody.” Voice trailing off, you knew it was hopeless, nobody was around to even take notice of you. 

You heard footsteps behind you, and you turned around slowly, tears forming in your eyes, seeing Peter’s blurry form. 

He walked closer towards you, stepping over El’s unconscious body, his expression like a wild animal closing in on their prey. His hair was deranged, partly from where you had smacked him with the crowbar, noticing blood running down his temple. 

“Oh, (Name),” He started, voice low, he was now inches away from your face, bending down slightly to accustom himself to your height, “You’re scared, aren’t you? Don’t be afraid of me, I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help you.”

“Help me? How the fuck is this helping me?” You whimpered, feeling defeated at how weak you sounded, he took the crook of index finger and wiped the tears coming down your cheek. 

“Yes, help you, I did this all for a reason. You needed someone. All alone, in that small house, weak, pathetic, running from your issues, your past. You’re different, like me.” He smiled slightly down at you, “I was once weak like you, pathetic, not knowing my own power, but now… I know. I know who I am. I know what I’ve become. I’m going to use that to fix you. I just had to break you first.” He trailed his thumb over your chin, you were speechless, at a loss for words, anger and defeat taking over you at the same time. It felt like ridiculing the way he looked down at you, as if he was the savior and you were a sinner in need of saving. To him, you were.

“Fuck you. I don’t need your help.” You spat at him in the face, him taking his arm tucked behind his back and putting the chloroform rag over your nose, you began resisting again as he put his other arm around your neck, holding you in a chokehold while he intertwined his legs with yours amidst the struggle. Your vision began to falter, arms falling as you became lightheaded, slowly slipping out of his grip, him catching you by the back of your head and your back, easing your fall.

. He stroked your cheek lightly as he bent down with his knees tucked into his chest. This was okay, he thought, you’ll accept him eventually, and then, he would reshape you how he saw fit for himself. 

                                                                        -

You awoke to your head smashing around in complete darkness, jolting out of your sleep, wondering where you were. It was completely dark, however, you were being jolted around, as if…. You were in a trunk. You began thrashing your bound legs against the roof of the trunk, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing ruckus, maybe hopefully bringing some attention to the drivers in other cars. You felt the vehicle slow to a stop, possibly pulling over. You heard a door open, and shoes clacking against the ground, then you saw the light. The trunk opened to Peter, him looking down on you, grimacing slightly, “Why are you making all this noise?” 

“You have me in a dark trunk you asshole,” You sneered at him, spitting at his feet. Again, with the spitting, he became angry and pulled you out of the trunk by your arms, dropping you, allowing your face to slam into the pavement, you groaned in pain.

He then crouched down to your level, pulling your hair up to look at him, “How many times do I have to tell you this, (Name)? We don’t have to do this the hard way.”

You felt pressure constricting your throat again, you began to cough, choking as you gasped for air. Looking up, you saw his hand constricting to a fist again, as he tightened his grip, the pressure would become harder. 

“Peter..” You gasped, barely being able to speak syllables, “Please..Sorry..” you pleaded with the energy you had left. 

Peter’s face bore a neutral expression, as if he was studying your reaction, but not that it was enough to satisfy him. He kept going. 

You pleaded again, cut off by hearing the sound of a car coming up. Peter snatched you up by your arms, closed the trunk and quickly shuffled you to the passenger side of the car, shoving you into the passenger seat. Gasping for your air back, your eyes bugged out of your mind, you turned your attention to the back seat, where El was silently crying while her hand lay over her mouth to keep her sobs from squeaking out. 

She took her hand away from her mouth, mouthed, “I’m sorry,” and turned her head away from the window where Peter couldn’t see her crying as he got into the driver’s seat. 

He buckled you in your seatbelt, as your hands were bound, and buckled himself too, silently starting the car and pulling off into the road again. 

You stared out the window as you took notice of nothing but rows of trees, your short Hawkins life far behind you.

[frog-writes-for-fun]

oKay so.. hermitcraft x reader highschool au, where reader has a harem but like- reader is an antisocial aromantic geek who just wants to be left alone and read comics but everywhere they go someone who has a crush on them finds them (you can pick wich hermits are in the harem)

Hello anon! With my break from Tumblr, I have found motivation! And so I give to you: the Hermitcraft High School AU!

A First Day’s Nightmare

c!Hermits (various) x Aro!Reader (one-sided)

Summary: You are the new kid at HC High School, and everyone wants to get to know you. Unfortunately, you are antisocial and aromantic, and extremely not interested. If only all these extroverts could get this through their heads.

Notes: This could have turned out a lot creepier, but I was motivated to write and not feeling depressed so you get mild annoyance instead of full-on yandere. Boatem is poly, so are Ren and Doc (if they can get you), based on the American school system, these sound like AO3 tags, I think that’s it? Let me know if I need any warnings. 

Being new to the school was a blessing in disguise. Everyone already had their friend groups, and so they wouldn’t bother you.

At least, that’s what you’d thought (hoped) would happen.

In true high school movie fashion, your first period teacher had you stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself. Rather than the lack of attention you craved, everyone’s eyes were on you. And there were some… rather interesting eyes. 

A few of your classmates stared with wide eyes, while others watched with more narrowed gazes. One boy even had a robotic eye, which was something you hadn’t seen before. It kind of reminded you of one of your comics- wait, he was staring right at you. You shivered, glancing down at your feet to avoid the grins and whispers. 

(Not) soon enough, you were sent back to your seat. Practically rushing, you returned to your spot before the teacher could even consider calling you back. The girl next to you sent a sympathetic glance, leaning over slightly to whisper.

“There’s quite a lot of us, aren’t there?” You nodded in response, fixing your eyes to the front of the room, where the instructor was spelling out the morning’s lessons. “I’m Gem, by the way. Nice to meet you!” After a moment where you did not respond, Gem sighed slightly. 

You felt a twinge of regret; she sounded a bit dejected. But you weren’t here to make friends. In fact, the sooner your classmates decide to leave you alone, the better.

The rest of the class passed without issue, if “without issue” included the continued stares of your classmates. You caught more than a few of them continuing to gawk at you. At the end of the period, you packed up quickly and left without a word.

The rest of the morning was much the same. There were always eyes watching you, curious about the new person in school. As you looked up for one reason or another, you sometimes caught the glances. You shared classes with many of the people from your first period, and somehow it always seemed to be one or more of them watching you. 

In your second period, science, you were made to join a lab group. Immediately, a boy with sunglasses and dog’s ears stood up and volunteered to have you join his group. His partner nodded in agreement. It was the boy with a prosthetic eye and, now you looked closer, a matching arm. Ren and Doc. Ren was enthusiastic, happily showing you around the lab while Doc began the setup procedures. Even though he chose to remain mostly silent, Doc still watched your interactions with Ren, seeming ready to step in at a moment’s notice.

During third period, math worksheets were handed out and you were instructed to pair up with someone. Glancing around, you found someone who looked quiet, like you. Maybe the two of you could work independently if you grouped together. Moving over to his table, you introduced yourself to a boy in a helmet. You could barely see his eyes. Xisuma, he said his name was. He was perfectly willing to give you the space you so desired, but you still caught him looking at you with more than just a casual glance. 

You thought you were safe when the fourth period began. There’s no way you’d be put into a group during history, right? Of course, you’d thought that about math, too. And in line with the theme “never give Y/N alone time,” history was not a lecture, but group discussions. You were assigned to a group of five. Before joining them, the girl seated next to you- Gem, right?- whispered, “I don’t know whether to warn you or apologize. You seem like you like the quiet.”

With that dire warning, you progressed across the room to where some ecstatically grinning classmates sat. “Hello there! Welcome to Boatem!”

You were all but ready to claim sickness and skip class altogether by the time the bell rang. At least now you would have some time alone. 

Taking your lunch, you made your way to the school’s library. Giving a small greeting to the librarian, you weaved between the shelves to a small table. Pulling out your book, you began to eat while reading, flipping the pages every so often. So engrossed in the story were you that you didn’t notice someone coming up next to you until an enthusiastic voice said, “What’cha reading?”

Letting out a squeak, you nearly jumped. Looking up, Ren leaned on the table, head tilted to one side as he tried to read your comic upside-down. Behind him, Doc lingered at the edge of a bookshelf.

“Oh, sorry. Is this your table or something?” Quickly, you grabbed the book and your backpack, starting to move away.

Ren laughed. “No, no, not at all!” You remained wary. “See… the Goatfather and I just wanted to ask you something.” He glanced back at Doc, who nodded, letting a smile cross his face. It was surprisingly soft, from what you’d expected of a creeper hybrid with a mechanical eye.

You hummed. “So, Doc here and I were wondering if you might want to go out sometime. We think you’re totally groovy, dude!” You blinked at him.

“Um.” The words almost didn’t compute. “Sorry, I’m aromantic.”

Ren grinned. “Well, I consider myself quite a romantic as well!”

Doc sighed. In disappointment at your rejection or Ren’s behaviour, you couldn’t quite tell.

A quieter voice came from behind you. “They said aromantic, Ren. Not a romantic.” Xisuma emphasised the pause between the latter term as he stepped away from the wall towards you. How long had he been there? Did he look disappointed?

Ren seemed confused. “Aromantic?” Doc stepped forward, speaking softly to the boy who was, presumably from Ren’s earlier statement, his partner.

As Xisuma was distracted by his classmates, and Ren was engrossed in Doc's explanation, you took the chance to duck out. After leaving the library, you took a sigh of relief. Turning down the hallway to where your next class was, you nearly collided with a group of students. They seemed just as shocked as you, before one of the boys perked up. 

“Hey Y/N!” Impulse, if you recalled correctly. The others were Grian, hanging (almost upside-down) off the much taller Mumbo’s arm, Pearl walking a half-step behind to catch him if he fell, and Scar, sitting in a wheelchair near the middle of the group. They all smiled as they recognized you from history class. This was the energetic group known as Boatem.

Grian nearly launched himself upward until he could truly perch on Mumbo’s arm. “We were just looking for you!”

You’re sure you must have had a look of horror on your face as Scar leaned forward. “Have we got a proposal for you.”

[enjennie]

Everlasting Arms (L.JN)

I. The closet

Genre: school rivals to lovers, secret relationship au, highschool!au, fluff

Warnings: none for this first chapter!

Trouble comes with a name, by the way. He has jet black hair, a chiseled jawline and eyes shaped like crescents. Jeno Lee was trouble. And right now you find yourself squished against trouble in the closet of the science laboratory.

word count: 1k

a/n: i proudly present to you a result of my boring sunday afternoon. i wrote about 4 parts of this mini fic in a day, now that's impressive (for me). 2nd part will be posted soon! enjoy :>

You don't know why you end up in such situations. No matter how hard you've tried to steer away from trouble, trouble comes barreling towards you. Trouble comes with a name, by the way. He has jet black hair, a chiseled jawline and eyes shaped like crescents. Jeno Lee was trouble.

And right now you find yourself squished against trouble in the closet of the science laboratory.

"What– what are you doing?" You scowl up at the boy who not too long ago had pushed you in here against your will. He was running from someone, and you happened to be in the science lab. He knew you were going to rat him out for hiding in here, so he had pushed you in as well to keep you as hostage until the janitor gave up on chasing him.

The science lab's closet isn't an ideal place to hide, it was dusty and not very spacious. With Jeno's big build, it made it very cramped. And with your loud mouth, you were bound to be found. He raises a finger against his mouth to tell you to zip it, practically begging for you to just for once, help him out.

Anyone would be a complete idiot not to piece together that you and Jeno weren't the best of buddies. He was a jock and you're the top student in your grade. But Jeno's also a great student, and could easily take that title from you which he likes to remind you every now and then when you see each other in classes and he scores the highest during a quiz with minimum effort.

Put simply, you have a strong dislike for the jock because he likes to spite you.

"Please, yn just this once, shut up," Jeno pleads in a hushed voice. You stare up at him, deeply offended. You've never even so dared to speak in his direction during lessons, being avoidant because frankly speaking if you were to talk to him, nothing good would come out of it. He is the one always coming to you, yet he wants you to shut up?

"I will not shut up, Lee Jeno! Don't tell me what to do and let me go this instant or I swear I'll kick this closet door down and have whoever it is you're hiding from bust your sorry ass," you protest, fists hitting his chest in a sad attempt to push him off of you.

Jeno hears the faint footsteps of the janitor come closer, no doubt your voice had been heard but to hell was he getting a detention and ruining his clean record. Not today, and not because of you. You'd find too much joy in it.

The footsteps stop right outside the door and Jeno watches as you open your mouth to speak once more. Before you can get any words out, Jeno places his lips on yours, successfully shutting you up when your body tenses up and your breath hitches in your throat.

The door to the science lab can be heard being opened, your eyes are blown wide open in pure shock at what was happening, too shocked to make a sound. Jeno wraps his big hands around your waist and pulls you even closer to him, how that was possible was beyond you. Your fists start to unfurl and were now resting on his shoulder, your eyes start fluttering close as well. A familiar colony of butterflies had been set free in your stomach.

The door is shut and he hears the footsteps growing weaker as whoever it was had started walking away. Only then does Jeno let you go, detaching your lips and looking down at you. You look back up at him, cheeks burning and breath taken away. You weren't scowling, or frowning like you usually did with him. Jeno found you pretty like this. He wishes he could see it more often.

"Maybe we should be in closets more often," Jeno teases.

"Shut up, Lee," you snapped, looking away from him. "Can I go now?"

Jeno thought for a while. Seeing you so flustered over a kiss and having you at his mercy in this closet, when else would he have the upper hand like this? This chance would never present itself to him again.

"On one condition," the jock utters. You peer up at him through your lashes in acknowledgement for him to continue. "Stop being mean to me. I like you, you know. Do you know how much it hurts when the girl you like is the only one that hates you in school?" Jeno confesses, shyly looking away from your gaze.

His heart was pounding and he wondered if you could feel it, from the way your hand had shifted from his shoulder to his chest. (Yes, you could).

Your mouth had parted in shock at what he'd just said. "But you– you love going against me," you tried to make sense of it. Lee Jeno had always been your rival, nobody else was on your level except him. He didn't need the top student title, he already has everything else. Best athlete, most popular and  handsome.

"I do that because it's the only way to get you to notice me," he says. Now you'd be damned if Jeno had done all of that just to get a reaction from you. The laughter bubbles up from your throat uncontrollably and the boy is dumbfounded, watching you snort and giggle.

"You didn't have to do all that to get me to notice you, idiot. I...like you as you are. You watch too many romcoms," you tell him. Yes, maybe his actions were influenced by the many movies he and his mother watched together. But even before he started being your number 1 competitor, Jeno felt like he never stood a chance with you. He felt like he wasn't your type. Hearing you say you like him made him happy beyond words.

"I like you better like this," you continue, patting his chest and pinching his cheek. "Maybe we should be in closets more often," you repeat his words.

Jeno chuckles, leaning in once more to capture your lips in another kiss.

Part 2