#the first time i head the word was in 1st grade. and when my friends were talking abt it

[viovio]

i swear i had some weird fucking childhood crushes but i can't remember em

[ptolemaeacles]

pls write more for hazel omg i loved the cheerleader hcs maybe like a childhood best friends to lovers so lots of pining and smut maybe

♡ you belong with me

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

synopsis: hazel has had a crush on her best friend since they met in the 1st grade. they were freshman in college now and hazel realizes she can’t keep her feelings to herself anymore.

warnings: 18+ minors dni (both reader and hazel are 18), smut, childhood best friends to lovers, switch!hazel, switch!reader, top!reader, bottom!hazel (no pun intended), let me know if i missed anything!!

notes: aw thank you !!! im glad you liked the hcs. also small disclaimer, i'm a horrid smut writer and i rushed the ending because i didn't want to keep you waiting. hope you like !!!

word count: 2.5k

“god, i’m so excited. i mean this is the first time a girl has asked me out. usually it’s guys who approach me and then i get weird comments when i tell them i like women…” you rambled on but hazel could barely focus. she could only feel the empty pit in her stomach. 

you were so happy to be going on a date and all she could think about is if you would ever be this excited to go on a date with her. she tried to convince you to not go but there was only so much she could do without giving her feelings away. 

hazel thinks she’s loved you since the day she met you. before she knew what ‘love’ meant or what it looked like, she loved you. to her, you were the very definition of that word. 

hazel’s hopeless crush started in the 1st grade. it wasn’t some cute interaction where one of you saved the other from a bully or something. it was simple with the both of you. it always has been. 

you came up to her during lunch and told her you would give her half of your sandwich if she agreed to be your friend.

“what kind of sandwich is it?” hazel asked, from her seat on the lunch table.

“peanut butter and strawberry jelly.” 

“i’m allergic to strawberries.”.

“then don’t eat it and just be my friend.” you sat next to her without another word and the both of you left it like that. simple.

since then, she knew she would never escape you. and she never wanted to. but right now, she felt like if you didn’t stop talking to her about this date, her head would explode. 

hazel watched you walk around your room, shuffling through your closet for an outfit to the movies with the girl who asked you out. she never bothered remembering the girl’s name because she thinks it would the whole situation worse for her. she didn’t want to know anything about that girl.

“...and she said we’ll get ice cream later which i hope-” hazel interrupted you.

“hey, i think i should get home. my mom’s probably wondering where i am and shit, so… i’ll see you later.” hazel wanted to get away as soon as possible. not from you but from the giddiness she could practically feel radiating off your body at the thought of your date. 

“oh.. i thought you told your mom that you were going to study at my place after classes?” you questioned. hazel’s quiet behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you. she was always quiet but after more than 10 years of friendship, you could tell which silences were good and which weren’t. this definitely wasn’t a good one.

“yeah well, we aren’t studying so. i’d better get going, bye.” she spoke in a flat tone, with her head down, as she grabbed her backpack and made her way out of your room.

you stood still, staring at the open door of your room and wondering if you had done something.

hazel walked into her house, red in the face and a vicious grip on the doorknob. she ran up to her room, and threw her backpack in a random corner, probably knocking her guitar down. but her guitar was the last thing on her mind. 

she was pissed at you. mostly herself but you as well. she knew she had no right to be angry at you but how could you never see that hazel was right there. she was right in front of you, waiting for you to even glance in her direction. it’s all she wanted. to be the one who makes you laugh, the one who you’d think of when you saw romantic tiktok slideshows, the one who took you out on rollerblading dates, the one who got to kiss you before dropping you off back to your house, the one who got to slide her hand up your skirt, the one who got to be in between your legs-

she groaned and loudly, flopping onto her bed and stuffing her face in her pillow. she needed to apologize before her stupid feelings ruined your friendship.

hazel had a plan. she was going to go to your house after your date and apologize. apologize for being a dick, apologize for falling in love with you, apologize for every and anything she could apologize for so that you wouldn't hate her. she expected you to yell at her or ask her what was wrong with her. what she didn't expect was you to be calling her phone, right now.

she pressed the green 'accept' button and put the phone up to her ear.

"haze.." she could hear you sniffling through the phone, "i-, uh, can i come over, please? my date- it just- it went horribly and i really want to see you. please." hazel felt her heart drop 10 stories.

"yeah, yeah, i'll come pick you up, angel, where are you?" she questioned.

"outside your house."

hazel ran down the stairs and opened her front door, to be met with your red eyes and puffy face.

you immediately wrapped your arms around hazel, burying your face in her chest. her hands went landed themselves in your hair, stroking it gently in an attempt to comfort.

hazel helped you into her room, setting you down on her bed.

"do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

"she- she, um, she stood me up." you could barely get a sentence out without hiccuping. hazel reached over to her nightstand and pulled out an unopened water bottle, unscrewing the cap and handed it to you.

you whispered a thank you and took a few sips. it was hazel's turn to speak now.

"fuck her," you give her a confused look, "oh no, not fuck her, don't do that, i meant that you should just forget about her. she obviously isn't the one for you if she stood you up, and there are so many other people in the world-"

"hazel."

"yes?"

you didn't waste anymore time. you grabbed hazel's face in your hands and crashed your lips into hers.

hazel was sure this was a dream. there was no way you were kissing her right now. she definitely fell asleep and she's imagining this whole thing.

while hazel was having her loser lesbian crisis, you noticed that the kiss wasn't being reciprocated.

'fuck.' you thought. you just ruined your closest and longest friendship. you pulled away from her.

"shit, haze, i didn't mean to do that, i'm not sure what i was thinking-" you started but were quickly shut up when hazel pulled you back in for another kiss.

relief flooded your body. she wanted this. both of you wanted this.

hazel felt you smile into the kiss and took that as her 'go ahead'. she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. shyly, she moved her hand from her lap to your waist. you moved one of your hands to the side of her neck and the other in her hair. you could practically feel her pulse beating rapidly under your palm.

hazel gained a newfound confidence and pushed you back onto her bed, slotting herself between your legs. her lips hovered over your neck before attacking your neck with sloppy kisses. her lips trailed down your neck, making sure to savor the taste of you. her lips met the fabric of your blouse.

"can i take this off, please?" she asked in a breathy manner, as if she had just ran a marathon. you nodded, at a loss for words.

“need to hear you say it, baby. need to know you want it just as bad as i do.” hazel wasn’t aware how raspy her voice was, as if she hadn’t drank water in days. 

“take it off, haze, please. take it all off.” you whispered and caught her lips with yours while she lifted your top off your body. once she had your top thrown in a random corner in her room, she went straight for your pants, not even bothering to take her own clothes off. 

“fuck, hazel,” you were breathless, “i want to see you, too.” you swallowed, gripping the beige button up she was wearing, hoping she knew what you meant.

“you will, princess, don’t worry. i just want to focus on you right now, okay?” you nodded, not fully sure what ‘focusing on you’ meant.

hazel had you in just your bra and underwear, her eyes scanned your body hungrily. if this was a dream, she prayed she remembered every single moment when she woke up. you were better than any fantasy she could conjure up on those lonely nights, when she couldn't think of anything but you. 

you felt her strong gaze settle on your body and you felt self conscious thoughts take the forefront of your mind. you raised your hands over your body, starting to think hazel didn’t want you like you wanted her.

“hey,” hazel grabbed your hands and gently pushed them to your sides, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you like this. how many nights i’ve stayed up thinking about you.” hazel started kissing down your neck, making her way to your chest. 

she pulled your bra down, not even bothering to fully unhook it before latching her tongue down onto your right nipple. 

the wet feeling of her mouth made you cry aloud, completely forgetting her mom (and jeff, too, probably) were a few feet down the hall.

hazel lifted her mouth of your tit with a pop, moving her hand to squeeze it instead.

“i’d love to hear you, angel, but i need you to be quiet,” she feverishly pecked your lips, “just tonight, hm?” you murmured a response, more concerned with the ache between your thighs than anything else. 

you guessed hazel read your mind or something, as she started moving down the bed towards the place on your body that needed the most attention. she looked up to you, as if asking once more, if this was what you really wanted. 

“haze, please.” you whined. that was all the confirmation she needed. she slid your panties down slowly, watching a string of wetness connect your pussy and your underwear. hazel felt herself growing wet at the fact that she did this to you. it filled her with a new sense of confidence. she didn’t even wait for your panties to completely slip off your legs before diving in between your thighs.

your back arched off the bed the moment you felt hazel’s tongue make contact with your swollen bud. she slipped her wet muscle throughout your folds, desperate to catch every single drop of wetness she could.

“fuck, haze, feels really fucking good.” you moaned and brought your hand to the back of her head, gripping her hair between your fingers in ecstasy. 

she hummed in response to the praise you were giving her, sending vibrations throughout your core that nearly made you choke. hazel continued to suck on your clit, holding your thighs apart with her hands hooked under your knees. she slid her face side to side with her tongue flat against your pussy, moving your clit with just the right amount of pressure. 

you felt a pressure building in your lower belly and tried to move hazel’s face closer to your mound to chase your release. 

and she stopped. 

you lifted your head from the pillow and stared at her kissing your thighs, before going to unbuckle her own pants. 

“wait hazel,” you put your hands on top of her jean button, “can i?” you spoke so quietly, hazel barely caught what you were saying. she nodded her head, unsure of what else to do.

you gently unbuttoned her jeans before sliding them and her boxers down and allowing hazel to step out of them. you lifted her button up over her head and unclasped her bra, letting them fall onto the space on the floor next to her. she was in awe of you. you were so gentle to her and she would never believe she deserved it, even if you reminded her of it everyday for the rest of her life. 

once she stood completely naked in front of you, you led her to lay down on bed, stomach facing up, before separating her legs and hooking one of your own over hers. 

you looked at her face for any sign of discomfort, only to be met with the rapid rise and fall of hazel’s chest and her eyes shut in euphoria. 

“hazel,” you caught her attention, she stared right at you, “keep your eyes on me.” you lowered yourself gently, placing your clit right on top of hers. both of you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your juices mixing with the others.

placing your hands on her stomach, you moved slowly, rocking your hips back and forth against hers. hazel struggled to keep her eyes open, getting lost in the pleasure you were giving her. she always thought of moments exactly like this and imagined it being a lot different. she imagined that she would be the one on top of you, taking charge and pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. but after feeling the movement of your hips against hers and the way your breasts bounced slightly when you would pick up your pace. hazel fought her hardest to keep her eyelids from drooping. she didn’t want to miss a single move you made.

you quickly found a steady rhythm and went faster, prompting hazel to cry out. you leaned down and caught her moans in a rough kiss. 

the familiar coil in your belly seemed to get tighter and tighter. hazel must’ve noticed the way your hips started to rock faster and knew you were about to cum.

“c’mon, cum for me, baby. give it to me, i’m almost there too,” she started rambling as she felt her orgasm approach her as well, “keep going, just a bit faster, angel.” both of you fought to keep your moans from being heard from anyone else in the house.

“fuck hazel, i’m cumming, i-” you were cut off as your orgasm hit you in waves. warmth spread throughout your body, making your limbs weak and causing your legs to nearly give out. 

you kept going, over stimulating yourself, trying to get hazel to reach her orgasm. by the looks of it, she was on the edge. her baby hairs stuck to her sweaty forehead, her face scrunched up in pleasure as her back arched into the air. 

“fuck fuck fuck fuck-” she rambled as her orgasm washed over her, quickly quieted by your mouth capturing hers. 

the both of you gently rode out your releases, breathless and sweaty. you carefully lifted yourself off of hazel and laid next to her on the bed. 

“we should talk about this, you know.” hazel started.

“we will. in the morning, i promise. for now, i just want to be with you.” that seemed to be enough for hazel.

you draped your arm over her waist, pulling her closer to you. she tucked her head in the crook of your neck and the both of you drifted off to sleep.

[violenteconomics]

ace for the first time losing his cool and being forced to rely on the other 1st years,,, (an absolute nightmare for him, wdym ace trappola isnt in control of his emotions and how hes perceived?) im thinking maybe smh with his brother? he cares about him a tons so it probably would be him that makes ace panic sm that he cant even use his 'cool and unbothered' mask. putting this guy in situations where he has to acknowledge he actually has friends and open up to them but also feel so overwhelmed by it

PFFFFFTT OKAY I SEE YOU. anything with ace being a mess is an absolute win ❤️ anything 4 u, baby.

okay, so, here's how i imagine it to go:

ace is just hanging in the courtyard by himself, probably checking his grades on whatever portal night raven college uses for that, when he gets a text message from his dad.

his brother had an accident on the movie set he was working on, and he's in critical condition at the hospital.

which is honestly too bad, because according to nrc code, ace can't leave to go home and see him unless it's "a matter of school and personal pride". like any good nrc student, ace tries to bottle it up and go on about his day. but as the week goes on, and he gets no updates about his brother's condition, his facade quickly falls apart.

he gets in trouble for having his phone out in class — not that he can concentrate, anyway. he's handing in papers that are incomplete, quizzes that are unfinished, and you can forget about that 5,000-word essay he owes riddle.

deuce is the first to notice that something's wrong. he starts covering for ace, making excuses for why he can't come to see professor crewel "right this instant", or why he keeps missing ramshackle hang-outs. every single time his lies get more and more outlandish, ranging from "i asked him to go check on my macaroni that i put in the microwave six hours ago" to "we just saw a cow fall from the sky, yes i didn't go with him, what was i supposed to do, miss history class—" he doesn't know why ace is suddenly so quiet or so stressed, but he's not about to make it worse.

yuu notices almost immediately after deuce does — mostly because deuce is a horrible liar. and, as the housewarden of ramshackle, they start exercising their right to have ace stay at their dorm "indefinitely", so ace doesn't get bothered. ace spends most of his time on his phone, so he doesn't really do much, but at least this way, yuu can personally ensure ace sleeps and stays fed and gets off his damn phone every once in a while.

ortho is extremely adept at noticing anomalies, and it's easy to see that the silent husk that's walking around school isn't his smug, slick-talking friend. he doesn't know what's wrong, exactly, but he does know that ace isn't in any mental position to do his work. going against all academic responsibility (do not do this in real life, pls), ortho starts chat-gpting all of ace's essays and homework assignments. he analyzes ace's text messages, and asks idia to create a program for him that would allow him to copy anyone's handwriting. he then uses it to reproduce work that sounds like it would come from ace, and it's actually really convincing.

upon realizing that a) ace has moved into ramshackle and is basically catatonic, and b) yuu's meal budget is already pretty strained just feeding two people, epel decides to chip in. he starts getting even more discrete with the food he sneaks into pomefiore, going so far as to prepare meals in the gymnasium after school to decrease the probability of someone from pomefiore catching him in the act. when he can't sneak in any food, he gets a crap-ton of apple juice, shoves it into a box, and sends it to ramshackle, hoping that'll be enough to get ace through the day.

sebek starts to act as ace's bodyguard, after ace almost ran into someone while looking down at his phone, and said someone nearly slammed his head into the wall. so, sebek asks riddle for ace's schedule, and starts walking him to class everyday. he's more than a little worried about his tiny human friend, who goes about his days with glazed eyes, flat expressions, and one-word responses, but he's hiding it very well. /sar

jack doesn't get nearly as involved as the others with ace's sudden uncharacteristic behavior, but he does still worry for his friend, his ears drooping down whenever he sees him. he offers ace moral support and words of encouragement where he can, but mostly he's forced to sit back and watch as the vibrant reds that encompass ace's natural aura begin to gray. and he doesn't like it one bit.

the turning point comes in ramshackle dorm. all of the first-years have gathered for their weekly hang-outs, but it's more awkward than usual without the presence of a certain red-head that exudes talkative energy. everytime deuce goes to tap ace on the shoulder, or ortho goes to sit down in ace's lap, or jack's tail wags to the point where it's almost thumping against ace's back, they all stop midway through, because ace is clearly busy...

then, two stifling hours later, ace starts crying.

sebek frantically asks what's wrong, but ace is full-on sobbing at this point and finally drops his phone.

ortho wraps his arms around him, unsure of what else can do.

jack picks up ace's phone, eyes widening as he backlogs through ace's messages to his dad, and realizes exactly what's been bothering ace this whole time.

(needless to say, there are a lot of cuddles in ace's future, and a lot of screaming and cursing in crowley's.)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS WOOO!! its been a little over a year since ive found your writting, how time flies T-T Could you possibly write a platonic gojo & reader oneshot where its just snippets of Gojo's first year teaching and the reader is a 1st year student not part of jujutsu society? I'd prefer if the mc had a somewhat introverted personality while being grumpy bc of being forced to attend the school. U can change their behaviour to what u feel more comfortable writing if u want tho!!

── THE SCHOLAR

Synopsis: A short snippet of how Satoru Gojo convinces you to be his first student in full.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Gojo & Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2.6k

Content Warnings: not many tbh…reader is a d1 hater of gojo and ino ig?? also just a hater in general LMAO she does NOT want to be there

A/N: wow anon i can’t believe it’s been a year since you found my account and that you’ve stuck around for so long, that means a lot to me!! i apologize for how long this took me and how short it is 😫 it was a bit difficult for me to write gojo as a teacher without feeling like i was just rehashing his dynamic w a previous y/n i’ve written 😓 but i hope this is somewhat close to what you wanted?? also idk if you’ve read my fic pomegranate ink or not but i did throw in a reference to it at one point so props to anyone who catches that hehe

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

You weren’t really sure what cause your classmate had to be as pleased as he was, but for some reason, the boy was bouncing in his seat, scribbling down notes with the fervor of a scholar — though you were quite certain that he was nothing of the sort, at least not when his test scores were taken into consideration. 

“Hey,” you whispered, tossing an eraser at his head when your teacher’s back was turned. “Ino. What’s the big deal? We’re not even learning anything yet, so what are you writing down?”

“Are you kidding me? Gojo just told us an entire story of his past. That’s valuable information!” Ino said. You frowned at him.

“It’s not valuable information, because he’s so prone to embellishment that he’s all but an author at this point. Besides, do you think you, or anyone else for that matter, will ever face seven first grades and come out the winner, without even a scratch?” you said.

“He’s the strongest sorcerer in the world, though, so it’s feasible for him,” Ino said.

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Maybe for him, but not for anyone else. This is just bragging under the guise of an educational opportunity. We’re never going to be powerful enough to replicate such a feat, so what’s the use in wasting our time talking about it?”

“You’re such a spoil-sport,” Ino huffed. “We’re the first students to ever get to learn from Satoru Gojo, and somehow, you’re complaining about it? That’s ridiculous no matter what way you put it!”

“Is everything okay?” 

Both you and Ino jumped as Satoru Gojo appeared in front of your desks, peering down at you over the lenses of his dark glasses. He didn’t seem annoyed that you were talking while he was ‘teaching’; in fact, he looked excited, as if he wanted to join in the conversation as well. You could imagine him pulling up a chair and resting his chin in his hands as he gossiped with you, and it made you scoff.

“Everything’s fine. We were just wondering when you were actually going to start the lesson,” you said.

“She was wondering that!” Ino rushed to clarify. You shot him a dirty look out of the corner of your eye, which he ignored — you supposed loyalty didn’t mean much to him, as you two weren’t really friends and therefore couldn’t inspire much loyalty in one another regardless. “I was telling her how fascinated I am by the story you were telling!”

“Suck-up,” you hissed.

“Stupid,” he hissed back. Gojo clapped his hands, returning to the front of the classroom with a distinctly unacademic swagger to his step that made you internally fume.

“No worries, we’re just getting to that part! Today, we’ll go over some basic curse theory,” he said, drawing simplistic shapes on the chalkboard to accompany his explanations. As usual, Ino was absorbed by the standard bullshit Gojo spouted, but you found it to be so boring that you actually began to nod off, catching up on the sleep you had missed last night due to a mission which had run later than expected.

Unlike Ino, who had been automatically enrolled in the school because of his family lineage, you had been scouted as a fresh talent by Satoru Gojo himself. It had been a long conversation, and he had only managed to convince you in the end by telling you all about Kaito Hinode, the well-regarded first year teacher who you would study under. Hinode was a sorcerer you believed you wouldn’t have trouble respecting, and so you begrudgingly agreed to attend the school and give the whole notion of ‘jujutsu sorcery’ a shot.

Then Hinode retired, mere weeks before you were set to begin at the school, and his replacement was revealed to be none other than that irreverent, inept, and decidedly unserious man who you had secretly hoped you would not see much more of: Satoru Gojo.

You didn’t even want to be a sorcerer in active duty, but the theoretical side of it interested you to an almost unhealthy extent. You spent days upon days studying the workings of curses and cursed energy, to the point that you could be considered almost an expert. That was the only thing cheering you about coming to the school, that you’d get to discuss with individuals on your level, and so it had been such a heartbreaking disappointment when Gojo, who cared little about the causes and more about the results, was the only proper sorcerer you came into frequent contact with.

The other teachers didn’t have time to entertain your pestering, far too busy with their own students, which meant that Gojo was really your only option. And of course you had tried — really, you had. You had presented him with your questions and ideas, but he had only made a face and told you that studying curse theory to this extent wouldn’t help anyone, and least of all yourself.

He wanted you to learn how to fight, but you didn’t care for that. You didn’t want to fight. If you could spend the rest of your days shut away in a study, reading your books and taking notes on them, then you’d be quite content. You were reluctant to go on missions, even if you were ten times better than your peers, and you often dragged your feet heading into your practical classes. More than once, Ino had had to hoist you over his shoulders and sprint to the training field so that you were not both late, and you knew that you probably shouldn’t be so harsh on him given that, but because it meant that you had to exert yourself on the battlefield instead of rereading your favorite essays, his good intentions only made you resent him more.

“You know, you could really be a great sorcerer,” Gojo said to you one day. You were sitting on a bench while Ino did exercises, ink smudging your hand as you meticulously annotated a book that the principal had given to you. You blinked up at him, amazed once again at how tall he was. He blocked out the sunlight, his shadow looming over you in a way that would’ve been ominous if he wasn’t so typically harmless.

“Hm?” you said, returning to your book when you realized he wasn’t going to say anything of importance. “Sure, I guess I could be.”

“Becoming a first grade isn’t an impossibility for you. It’s something attainable, which is incredibly rare for someone as young as you,” he continued.

“Right,” you said.

“Do you care about that, though?” he said.

“Nope,” you said. “I have no interest in being a first grade sorcerer. It just means more dangerous missions, doesn’t it? I don’t care about all of that.”

“It also means a higher salary,” he said.

“Probably not high enough to make up for the risks,” you said.

“Well, it’s pretty high, though only you can decide if it makes up for the risks or not,” he said.

“Listen, sir, I’m only even here because you told me I could further my studies with people renowned in their fields. Do you mind telling me what field you’re renowned in? Because for some unfathomable reason, you’ve ended up as my teacher,” you said.

“I’m…the strongest sorcerer? In the world?” he said, though the way he phrased it made it seem like he was asking you instead of telling. You shrugged.

“That’s an intrinsic talent. You didn’t learn to be that way; you were just born with it. Sure, you had to practice, but practicing and studying are different. Anyways, even if you are the strongest soldier, I think we’ve established that that’s not something I’m interested in. I was supposed to be under the tutelage of wise and experienced professors, but instead, I’m being instructed by you, who’s barely even a few years my elder and has never taught before,” you said, closing your book and holding it to your chest, smiling tightly at him. “I’m staying here because my parents already paid the tuition fee, but I’m not happy about it. Just so you know.”

“If you’re a first grade sorcerer, you also get more access to information,” he said after a moment. “Stuff behind a million clearances that only people of a sufficiently high rank get access to.”

You froze, your eyes brightening at the thought of this forbidden knowledge. You already knew that you were missing several key pieces in your preliminary research, but no matter how hard you looked, you had never been able to find the answers to the seemingly obvious questions. Was this why? Was it really because you did not have the seniority to warrant the understanding?

“Is that truly the case?” you said.

“I can’t help you in terms of books and learning and all of that boring stuff,” he said. “But if you put in a bit more effort, I can turn you into someone that the higher ups listen to, instead of the other way around.”

You mulled this over before nodding, standing up and leaving your book on the bench.

“Okay. I’ll do as you tell me to, but like I said earlier, I’m not going to be happy about it,” he said.

“Who cares? You can be the gloomiest girl alive!” he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Let’s work together, Y/N!”

“I’m your student,” you reminded him. “Not your friend.” 

He waved you off. “You’re old enough to be both. Now let’s get to training!”

It was horrible, being Gojo’s favorite student. For one, Ino was jealous — although soon enough he found another mentor to cotton on to, and then your relationship with him mended into something a little more cordial and polite. For another, Gojo had this strange penchant for throwing you into impossible situations and watching in glee as you struggled to get out of them.

His missions also tended to be errands disguised as pressing matters. Once, he made you run around Tokyo, stopping in various stores so that you could improve your conditioning — stores which just so happened to carry the items on his week’s grocery list. Another time, you single-handedly had to exorcise every single curse harassing a nearby bakery — a bakery which just so happened to carry a specialty flavor of cake that was his new favorite. Whenever you complained about the silly chores, he asked if the exercise had made you stronger or not. You would begrudgingly admit that it had, and then he’d tell you that you should just think of it as a win-win scenario and stop whining.

“Y/N!” That was how it always began: he would shout your name as he entered the classroom, usually accompanying it with a wad of paper or some other, similarly harmless object sent flying your way. You’d catch it in one hand and glare at him.

“What?” This would prompt him to explain his ridiculous plan for the day, after which he would turn to Ino and hand him his assignments. He had gotten special permission from the school to train you in this non-orthodox manner, given that you were so far ahead in any material that giving you homework would be redundant and a waste of time for all parties involved. For his part, Ino did not complain, for he had long ago lost interest in training with Gojo, who was admittedly terrible at actually explaining anything of note.

You made a good pair, you and Gojo, or at least as good of a pair as could be made given the circumstances. As the year went on, you grew more and more familiar with the reasoning behind his atypical style, and though you would never cease to complain, it was more lighthearted, a habit instead of a genuine gripe.

“You’ll be promoted any day now,” Gojo told you on the last day of your first year — the last day that he would be your director supervisor. “They’re waiting for you to grow a bit older, but it’s maturity you lack, not talent. If you participate in the Exchange Event next year, you’ll get the recommendations you need without a problem.”

“If?” you said, picking up on what he had left unsaid. “Isn’t it mandatory? Why wouldn’t I participate?”

“It’s mandatory if you’re living on campus, yes,” he said.

“And what cause would I have to not be living on campus?” you said.

“You’re interested in curse theory, aren’t you?” he said. When you nodded, he sighed. “Still? I was hoping you’d have moved on by now…well, I can get an alternate course of study approved for you by the principal, if you want.”

“An alternate course? What would that entail?” you said.

“One of my fellow special grade sorcerers, Yuki Tsukumo, specializes in researching the exact types of things you find so fascinating. If she agrees to it, then you could serve as an assistant of sorts to her. It’ll be like an internship or something. She won’t let you slack off — it’ll be much worse than anything I put you through, that’s for certain — but if that’s the path you want to take, then it’s an option,” he said.

You had never loved him quite as much as you did in that moment. Without even taking a moment to think about it, you nodded enthusiastically, beaming at him.

“Yes! Yes, Gojo, sir, that would be ideal. I’ve read some of the proposals Tsukumo’s submitted to the higher ups, and oh, if I got to work with her, it would be such a dream,” you said.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said. “She still has to agree to it.”

“Do you think she’ll say no?” you said.

“Maybe at first,” he said. “After she meets you, though? No way. You’re my pupil, after all. You’ll be the most impressive student she’s ever taken under her wing — and I can attest to the fact that you’ll be far and away the most dedicated.”

You supposed you had some things to thank him for, then. The corners of your lips twitched as you bowed your head at him, causing him to grunt in confusion; after all, you had never shown him such deference before.

“You’re not that bad as a teacher,” you said. “You know, for it being your first time, I think you did alright.”

“Yeah?” he said eagerly before composing himself, clearing his throat before speaking again. “Yeah, I guess you turned out just fine.”

“Thank you for everything, Gojo,” you said. “Please know that you’ll always have an ally in me.”

His black sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, just a bit, but enough that you could see the way his eyes softened ever so slightly. Then he reached out and socked you in the arm affectionately.

“Considering how often I butt heads with the higher ups, I might call upon you one day,” he said. “Don’t make that kind of promise lightly, is what I’m saying.”

“I’m not making it lightly,” you said. “If you call upon me, I’ll come. That’s what you do for someone who’s changed your life, right?”

Even the shades he had shoved back into position could not hide the breadth of his smile nor the depth of his fondness. He nodded, slowly at first and then quickly, like he wanted you to be very sure of his agreement.

“True,” he said, and then he patted you on the head. “Guess that means you can call on me whenever you want, too. I’ll be there.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder as you left for the summer and thought that you might never be so fortunate — or unfortunate — as to have a teacher quite like him again.

[vnti-vntiety-recs]

Won’t fall for it (M)

★  PAIRING: Renjun x Toxic!Reader

☆ WORD COUNT: 3.3K

★ GENRE(S): Smut, Drama,Angst

☆ SUMMARY: No amount of red flags will keep Renjun away from you. As he tries to fix you he finds himself becoming a different person. Did you ruin him? Or maybe he was ruined all along.

★ ☆ WARNINGS: Toxic relationship,Swearing, Brief mentions of cheating, Manipulation, Gaslighting. Various acts of Sexual intercourse. Degrading, Self sabotage, MDNI

☆★ NOTES: This is the 1st installment of THE POISON ARCHIVES! This series is very toxic so beware. Each story is based off of lyrics from their song poison! This one is shorter compared to the rest in the series. I'm sorry.

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♫₊˚.“Your head on my shoulder, hinting forever This time I won’t fall for it”₊˚.♫₊

It was the third time this week that Renjun had to drag you out of a party. He was cooped up in his dorm room when he got a text from your friend letting him know you were passed out in the bathtub of another frat party. This couldn't have come at a worse time; he already didn’t have enough time to think, let alone study, and exams were coming up. He had tried to persuade you to stay with him tonight to catch up on some studying. He always tried to get you to stay in with him as opposed to going out. He knew the night would end with you in a drunken mess and him having to go collect you. All he did lately was worry and look after you; he had no extra time to spare. If only you would stay in with him, he wouldn't have to worry about dragging himself out of bed at 2 a.m. and scrambling out his door to come to your rescue. You promised him you would join him on a study date next time. It was always next time.

You were never much of a scholar, only going to college because your parents offered to pay and promised that if you at least tried, they would buy you a brand new car. Your definition of trying was getting to class late almost every day and getting wasted at parties almost every night. Renjun knew what he was getting himself into when he got involved with you. He was warned a thousand times. You guys have had a lab together since freshman semester, and he was your designated seat partner. Your first impression of him was that he was really sweet, and although he was quiet, he wasn't really shy. He was definitely not the normal type you go for, but he slowly melted your heart.

This was one of the only classes that you didn't miss. You arrived on time every day, not wanting to waste a second with the cute boy you sat next to. You couldn't help but curse the universe; why couldn't he be in all your classes? Then maybe you would be more motivated to go. Before you even introduced yourself to him, Renjun knew who you were from stories around campus. He knew all about your track record of sleeping with half the campus, how you were almost failing every class, and even how you may or may not have sucked off a professor to get a passing grade to show your parents for once. He has already heard the worst of it, but he wanted to form his own unbiased opinion of you first. Renjun considered himself a fair man and gave everyone an equal shot. He almost finds the rumors hard to believe because, when he was with you during labs, he could only see the bright and charming side of you. You could say he was blinded by the attention you gave him. He loved feeling your eyes on him, even when the professor was going over very important course material. You thought you were being so sly when you would peek at him out of the corner of your eyes while you pretended to read the course material, but he saw it all.

Since Renjun knew you never paid attention in class, he offered to tutor you. He took this opportunity to get closer to you and get to know the real you some more. After a few weeks of flirting, he soon found the courage to ask you out. Honestly, it kind of threw you a bit; you weren't really used to being asked out on dates. If anything, you thought maybe he would ask to fuck you like everyone else. You never really liked to be tied down in the past, with your longest relationship lasting only a month. You were not one to take relationships seriously; once you’re bored, you find a new toy to play with. You knew it was a terrible idea, but you really liked Renjun and thought he could be a good influence on you and your studies. Sometimes you would lay your forehead against his; he always thought it was your way of showing affection, but really you were just trying to get his smarts to rub off on you.

Unfortunately, you soon find out that Renjun wasn't as much of a nerd as you originally thought. He was fairly average in his studies and passed most classes with a B+. He was really laid-back for the most part and knew how to have fun. The difference between him and you was that he knew when the fun should stop. Like right now, for example.

He found you passed out in the tub of the party's bathroom, and he's trying to help haul you to your feet, which you protest heavily against. You make a scene all the way until you reach his Black Camaro. Most people are too drunk by this time to really take notice, but the few eyes that do drift in your direction make Renjun's face burn a little in embarrassment as you slur your insults at him.

"Lemme go idiot!" You beat at the hand that's guiding you to the passenger side of his car. He opens the door and buckles you in, praying to God that you don't throw up like last time. He just got his leather seats reupholstered, and he does not want you to ruin them.

"Calm down, baby aren't you tired yet?" He tries his hardest to be patient with you, but he swears it's quickly running out. It was 3 a.m., and he was already in the middle of pulling an all-nighter before your friend called.

"I want to have fun! You ruin everything! You're so boring Junnie, I hate you!" You cry, kicking at the glove compartment of his car.

Renjun is not sure if the pained expression that imprints itself onto his face is in response to your crude words or to the potentially damaging damage you are causing to his precious car. He tries his hardest not to take your words to heart. You don't mean it, he tells himself, but as each day passes, he finds it harder to believe.

He drives you home and puts you to bed, deciding to stay over in case you get sick and need him. His assignment is due the next morning at the start of class, but he convinces himself he can make it up later.

He noticed his grades had begun to suffer the more he was with you. You always convince him to go out and party or skip class to fuck around. You would constantly complain that he doesn't spend enough time with you whenever he tries to deny you. At first, he thought he could change you. He didn't want to change you completely; he just wanted to help you break your bad habits. He wanted to watch you succeed. In actuality, he was the one to change. You dragged him down to his lowest point, making him just like you; it was like looking in a mirror. You ruin him just as you continue to ruin yourself.

That morning, he makes you breakfast and lays out a painkiller for the headache he knows you’ll have. He gently wakes you up to properly care for you.

"Wake up baby, you need to get ready for class." Once he sees your eyes slowly opening, he taps your lips, signaling for you to open, and he slips the pill inside, quickly handing you a bottle of water to help wash it down.

"What time is it?" You groan

"7am. If you get up now, you can still make it in time for your 9 o'clock class~" He coos playfully.

"I'm not going." You say this as you roll yourself deeper into the bed.

Please, babe come on, you have missed class all week! You need to get up." He peppers your face with kisses.

He can't help the way his heart warms when you smile at the action. You guys never really had intimate moments like this outside of fucking. The only time he really gets to hold your hands is when he has them interlocked with his, as they are pinned above your head when he fucks you. He never really gets to gently caress your skin like he's doing now unless he's caressing your ass after giving it a punishing slap. You don't really like the "sappy shit," as you call it, so he's grateful you're too hungover to stop him.

He caresses your face for a few more moments before pulling away. "Come on, let's get you washed up and dressed."

He runs you a shower and ends up joining you when you complain about not being able to properly wash your back. He loves doing things for you; it's his own way of showing affection, so he doesn't complain when he dresses you and then himself. Not even when he's packing your breakfast from earlier so you can eat in the car as he drives you to class. The face you make as you happily munch on your food and hum along to the music he plays is enough to feed his delusions that everything is okay between the two of you.

When you arrive, he walks you to class. He's just making sure you actually go inside and don't sneak off again. He has to run across campus to try to make it to his own class. No matter how hard he ran, he was still 10 minutes late. Pair this with the fact that he never finished his assignment from last night, and his professor wasn't going to be too happy with him. He didn't care; he finally got you to go to class this week. He takes that as a small victory and a sign that maybe things will be alright after all.

Most people don't understand your relationship; they can't comprehend why the campus whore would settle down with an average guy like Renjun, who doesn't stand out at all.

His grades don't stand out.

His friends don't stand out.

His bank account doesn't make him stand out either.

Most people are surprised you guys have lasted as long as you have. His friends sure as hell don't approve of you. They say you drain him and that you're like poison. He writes them off as being jealous. How could he pay attention to any red flags when you make him feel so good? Sure, you can be a bit snappy, rude, and unaffectionate at times, but inside the bedroom, you tell him the sweetest lies to make him feel wanted. The way you touch him washes away all the doubts he's ever had about you. You were the only one who could make him feel like this.

Maybe that's why he can't even find it in himself to be upset at you when you text him that you ended up skipping class and ask him to meet you in the recreation center’s storage room. He was already late to class, and he doubts he can piss his professor off any further, so he sneaks out. He knew what you wanted, and like always, he finds himself giving into you.

You were able to snag an extra key to the storage room from the janitor last semester, and this has been your hotspot ever since. The Rec was always under construction, so no one really came here. The storage room was all the way in the back, away from any prying eyes. This is where you bring all your fuck-toys to have fun with. Renjun knows this fact, so when you bring him here, he has to pretend it doesn't bother him that you probably think of him as nothing more than another fuck toy. At Least he’s your favorite one, right? The recreation center is barren as always, so no one sees the two of you as you sneak in.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, he feels your hot touch all over him. His mind is running a thousand miles as you kiss him with fever. You bite at his lower lip, slipping your tongue inside as you explore his mouth. He grabs your hips and moans into your mouth, pushing you back until you hit the opposite wall. He shoves a knee between your legs and pushes up your short skirt.

"Do you want me to make you feel good, baby? Tell me what you don't deserve." Renjun can't help the slight venom that shrouds his voice as he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him.

"Please, Junnie, touch me. I need you." You moan 

"Why should I? Can’t you call one of your other toys to come finish you off?" He scoffs, shoving his hand under your skirt and rubbing you through your panties.

He's jealous. No matter what lies he tries to feed himself, he's jealous and angry that he can't have you the way he wants. He doesn't want your body; he wants more than that; he wants your tainted heart all to himself. He wants to be able to take you on dates and shower you with affection, but you deny him. You reject him because you love playing games, and he knows he won't be your last toy. He hates you at this moment, even as he has your legs shaking and your juices soaking your pretty lace panties. He hates you for playing with his heart, but he should have known.

"You're my favorite love, don't you know that? Can you feel how wet you make me? You're the only one I want to touch me like this." You try to meet his eyes, but he looks away. "You’re my Junnie; don't you know how special you are? No one holds a candle to you."

He wants to believe you, but you sound like a broken record. You only whisper sweet promises to him in the dead of the night because you know only the stars can be his witnesses. He knows the only true warmth he can feel from you is the warmth of your pussy as you tighten around him whenever he fucks you. As there’s no warmth in your arms, there is surely none in your heart.

He doesn't want to hear anymore; he's sick of your lies, and the only way he can drown them out is by preoccupying your mouth with moans instead. He shoves your underwear to the side and sinks a finger into your warmth. Any lies that you were going to let spill fall short when he fills you up with his fingers. He fucks you until your back aches into his chest and your thighs clamp around his hand. He hates that he thinks you're beautiful.

He wants to ruin you.

He flips you around so that you're facing the wall.

"Ass out, slut," he says, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall past his hips just enough for him to pull out his hard length. He can't bear to look at you anymore, and he knows that if he does, he will find himself falling for your lies again. Not this time; this time he won't fall for it.

He pushes your lower back in a bit, making you arch deeper, and lines himself up at your entrance. Just before you can finish your plea for him to hurry, he shoves two fingers in your mouth and leans over you to whisper in your ear.

"Whores don't make demands; they take them." He spits, setting a quick pace.

He rests his head against your back and leaves harsh bites and hickeys there. His free hand reaches around to play with your boobs and pinch at your nipples. He can feel you clench around him, signaling your second orgasm, and he pulls out.

You immediately cry out in protest, but when he grabs the back of your head,pulling your hair as he shoves you to your knees on the ground, your cries turn into silent, submissive whimpers.

"You don't deserve anything from me, baby; all you deserve is to choke; that's exactly what you're going to do."

You're looking up into his eyes from your position on the floor. His eyes don't shine the way they used to; he looks more tired now. Your sweet boyfriend is gone. The cute boy from your lab who used to tutor you is long dead. He's just a shell of what he used to be, and it's all your fault. You feel horrible, and you can't help but pity him, so you did the only thing you knew how.

You opened your mouth and took him down your throat. You sucked him off until he was biting back moans, until he was shivering and grabbing the back of your head to shove you down further. You gag on him, but you take everything he gives you. You knew this would be the last time he gave you anything.

You’re going to miss him. Although everything you said to him was a lie, he really was your favorite. No one cared for you the way Renjun did, and you know that no one else ever will. They're going to use you up just like you used him. You are not sure if the tears that stream down your face are from the way he roughly fucks your face or from the fact that you know you screwed up. When he finishes against your lips, you savor every last drop, lick him up, and wipe your tears.

"Renjun I-" you begin

"I think we should break up." He can't look at you when he says it, and you don't blame him.

You can't find the right words to respond with, so you stay silent, and he's grateful. He's decent enough to help you clean up and fix your hair. He doesn't look back as he exits the storage closet. He never looks back on the memories he shared with you, either. He doesn't feel bad when he blocks you on everything and requests to have his seat changed in your shared class the next day. He feels relieved, like he can breathe again. He hates that he let it go on this long. He should have ended it a month ago when Chenle told him you cheated on him at a party.

You had kissed some upperclassmen, and when he confronted you about it, you swore it was because you were drunk and that it didn't mean anything. He took your word over his friends. He believed that you loved him. He wanted to believe it forever. He wanted to fall for your words over and over again, but he could only be fooled so many times.

He still sees you around campus, but he's happier now, and it doesn't bother him to see you with a new toy. He's able to make up all of his missed assignments and return his grades to their previous B+ status.

His friends shunned him when he was with you; they hated seeing him get used, and they hated him even more for ignoring their warnings and help. After many apologies, he was able to return to his circle of friends.

Everything was back to normal, and he was finally free of your poison.

So why is it that when everything is back on track, he finds himself ensnared by you again? He thought he would never look back, but he ran into you at a party, and one thing led to another, and here he was, balls deep in you again. He should be cursing himself to hell and back, but all he can manage to do is moan pathetically. That's exactly what his friends called him when they found out. He swore to them that just because he was sleeping with you again didn't mean he was going to take you back. He promised that it was just sex and that it meant nothing. He wasn't going to get hurt again because, frankly, he felt nothing for you anymore.

That's what he tells himself anyway.

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A.N: Sorry if the ending felt counter productive to his character brah I just wanted to make it dramatic kekeke. you can stop reading at "Everything was back to normal, and he was finally free of your poison." if you want renjun to stand tf up lmaoo

[cupidgwk]

like a fool — p.gwk

pairing: park gunwook x gn reader!

genre: combo of angst & fluff!!!

childhood best friends to lovers!!!

warnings: feelings of worthlessness

word count: 1k

note: listen to like a fool by twice for a better experience!

you’ve thrown a stone at my quiet heart

maybe you don’t know

park gunwook. the oh so cliche, childhood best friend who also happened to be the guy you were oh so hopelessly in love with. of course, you never asked to fall for him. it just kind of happened.

was it the first day of 1st grade,when he fended you off the bullies for tugging on your pigtails?

or was it when he spent all his allowance to and bought every single box of chocolate imaginable on valentine’s day just to litter your desk after you complained about not receiving a single piece of candy the previous year?

tell me, maybe what you said before

was just a joke, oh

or was it the most recent occurrence, when he let you cry into his arms after a horrible day as he stroked your head which such tenderness. you caught yourself, as you almost mistook it for him reciprocating the same feelings you had for him.

i want to tell you, without sounding awkaward

but it wont turn out well, i’ll look back and regret it

of course, once the thought plagued your mind it made you cry even harder into his chest. you wanted to push him away so bad, but you couldn’t when he radiated so much warmth.

but i’m just impatiently waiting, yeah

like a fool

brushing non-existent crumbs off your uniform, you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding. as you blew the strand of hair that managed to block your vision, unwillingly stepping foot into the school groaning as chatters of your schoolmates filled the hallways.

it might be a childish though, it might just be an illusion

gunwook is everything that you’re not. of course, people are going to talk and ponder why he keeps you around when he’s a trainee at a well known company AND the stuco president while maintaining clubs and top honors. while you, well, let’s say at least you’re passing! it’s gotten better. though, the whispers that are almost at a talking level always make their way your ears.

i might regret it, but boy you’re my first love.

you felt like a fool, walking alongside him the halls with his gummy smile that never failed to bring heat to your face as he looked at you such adoration.

gunwook would furrow his eyebrows as you recounted the most recent confession you’ve gotten, turning down yet another guy. “and you’re the one complaining about being single.” he rolled his eyes playfully, nudging you.

“my standards are WAYYY to high” emphasizing it as you raise your arm as far as you could. you let out a sigh. “maybe next time.” you look away mumbling….

you’re the only one in my heart

﹟ ★

gunwook came running to your front door engulfing you in his arms spinning your around chanting “i got in! i got in!”

your face lit up with joy but not as much joy as his displayed. though, a part of your heart stung realizing he would be gone for a longer than you thought.

“congrats gunwook!!” you ruffled his head. he finally placed your feet back onto the floor.

as per tradition, the two of you took a stroll to the nearby convenience store, purchasing watermelon popsicles. toasting to his success.

side by side the two of you walked down the side walk. a feeling of tranquility and comfortable silence engulfing the atmosphere. you stopped in your tracks

“you know…” you turned to him. “i’m going to miss you a little bit.”

“disgusting.” gunwook teased shoving you.

you frowned in response. “and right when i was getting sentimental.”

“kidding, kidding!” he put his hands up in defeat. “i’m going to miss you more y’know.”

“i know.”

﹟ ★

it was the day before he had to leave to the dorms, your eyes teary eyed at the fact of not seeing your best friend for a bit.

i can’t tell you, but i want to show you

you don’t know what possessed you to do the unthinkable. somehow, you acted on your intrusive thoughts, placing a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

gunwook’s eyes widened at the sudden act of affection.

“a little something to remember me by, before you leave for the program,” your hands slightly trembled as you placed a locket containing a picture of the two of you. purposely, you avoided his gaze worried to witness his reaction.

you gave him a soft smile, hoping he’d take the hint. gunwook closed him mouth and returned the smile patting your head as he trudged up the bus.

your eyes followed, watching him as rush to the back of the bus, waving at you shyly, as the bus drove into the distance

﹟ ★

after a couple weeks of filming schedules and such, gunwook finally had time off. in the duration of auditions and the signal song evaluation, of course his dream of debut was his number one priority at boys planet. though, he couldn’t help but think about his best friend waiting for him back at home.

without a doubt, gunwook was entirely grateful for all the star creators who showed their endless support for him at the live stages and online. though, he would be lying if he didn’t miss your presence.

gunwook replayed your confession over, over, and over. hell, he even consulted in his new favorite hyung about the situation. groaning in agitation? lovesickness? frustration. hwanhee patted his shoulder with a knowing smile, “hearing the way you talk about them,” he paused. “i think you know the answer.”

﹟ ★

you impatiently tipped your body back and forth waiting at the train station for gunwook’s arrival back home. a crowd emerged from the train that just arrived. gunwook’s train. as soon as you saw his tall figure, you called out his name with as much noise as you could, even making heads turn in the process. gunwook turned around to the sound of your voice, as he sprinted to you picking you up in his arms once again.

despite being flustered, you melted into his familiar touch inhaling the faint scent of frantic softener lingering on his hoodie.

“you know….” you started, picking up your head up. “the facade you put up during the auditions was sooo obvious!” you teased him as he settled your feet back on the floor.

a light coat of pink dusted his cheeks turning away ever so slightly. nothing could’ve prepared you for the words that were about to spill from gunwook’s mouth.

“i’m love you.”

your vision suddenly became blurry as endless tears filled up your eyes. he pulled you into his chest stroking your hair up and down as you continued to sob into his chest.

“you’re such a crybaby,” gunwook taunted as he lifted your head up smoothing down the hair he ruffled.

“shut up,” you sniffled in a croaked voice from the sobbing.

he rolled his eyes before placing a tender kiss on your lips this time.

boy i am your fool

<3

[dj-bynum3718]

Newbie

Melissa Schemmenti X Reader 

Summary: Melissa finds out that the reader is Italian also. 

Words: 604 

Notes: this is my first go at a fic, but it’s been bouncing in my head for a couple of days.so it is short and sweet I might continue if y’all think this is any good 

Warings: none  

You have been a teacher at Abbot Elementary since the beginning of this school year, a new 1st grade teacher. You were a first-year teacher after finishing up your student teaching at another district the previous year and after a long search you ended up hired here, the students were your run of the mill kiddos no harder than any other kids and you loved your class. Your coworkers, however, ... anything but especially a certain elusive red head. From day one Melissa made it clear to you that she had no interest in “baby sitting” so you simply kept to yourself eating at one of the couches instead and taking over the coffee table to grade occasionally.  

This afternoon, however, was different when Janine called out to you. “And what about you (y/n)?” “Wait what was the question?” you ask clearly not used to being part of the conversation. “See this is what I'm talking about these new teachers don’t take this seriously” Melissa speaks to the whole room while making direct eye contact with yourself.  

“I’d hardly consider that fair Ms. Schemmenti, I wasn’t a part of this conversation previously how was I supposed to know that I needed to listen in” she rolls her eyes at you as Janine tries again. “I was asking how your class was handling the family tree projects” you nod in response “great I've reached out to the parents to get ahold of pictures for their posters. The kids are all excited! Are any of you going to be making a poster as well?”  

“Oh yes my students were very insistent on me participating” Barbara responds to you as the rest simply nod in response. “Well, I look forward to seeing all of your trees” you say gathering all your belongings heading back to your classroom for the second half of your day. 

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It wasn’t until all the posters were finished and put up along the hallways outside of the respective classrooms that Melissa came into the staff room addressing you first. 

“You’re Italian?” you look up from where you were grading in your normal spot. “yes?” you respond not seeing the issue. “why didn’t you say anything?” you look up at her deadpan “You didn’t ask” looking back down to finish your grading. She huffs out “but your last name is (L/N)!” she is clearly distraught by this, but you don’t look up this time simply nodding your head.  

By this time Babra is snickering at her friend. You have a smirk on your face now looking up over your glasses, “would it have changed anything if I did tell you? If I remember correctly you didn’t want anything to do with me when I got here.” “yes, it would have changed a lot!” she moves her bag come sit with us it's about time I have someone to back me up on some things” she chuckles you hesitate before deciding you have nothing to lose as you sit with them. “Fine but just for today.”  

It was in fact not just for that day and became a regular occurrence, especially when she realized just how pleasant your company was and just how much of an old soul you were. That began a beautiful friendship that none of the others quite understood but it made sense to the two of you and that is what mattered. 

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Enchanted (Kenny’s Version)

PAIRING: Kenny McCormick x Reader

SUMMARY: Remembering can be bittersweet, and each of them has been since you were little. That doesn’t mean all the memories are joyful. But in the end, you were enchanted to meet them.

GENRE: Angst, Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing. Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia and anorexia), miscarriage, bullying, panic attacks, and depression. Emotionally abusive parents. Fights.

WORD COUNT: 9.6k words

PART: 3.1 (series masterlist)

1st Grade

You were nervous and happy at the same time. Your family moved into this new town, South Park. It is not like you remember that much of preschool. So being in a new town, in a new school, was thrilling.

You were waiting for the classes to start when you noticed one blonde kid sitting beside you.

“You’re new here, right? I’m Kenny.”

“I’m Y/n” Kenny nodded at your answer, and then you saw him smile.

“Well, since you’re new here, you must at least know your new friends,” you smiled. You felt delighted someone was making you feel this welcome.

While the two of you were waiting for the class to start, Kenny was telling you the names of the kids arriving and the names of the few kids that were already in the classroom. As the classroom was starting to fill up with kids, Kenny looked back at you.

“You and I are gonna be the bestest of friends, Y/n, ok?”

“Ok.”

2nd Grade

“Don’t you think he’s cute?” Wendy asked you as all the girls were sitting in a circle in the playground. After being best friends with Kenny for over a year now, all the girls wanted to know how one of the boys managed to be friends with one of the girls.

“Huh?” you tilted your head, confused by her question.

“I’m talking about Kenny. You always spend time with him, even after school.”

“C’mon, Y/n tell us everything,” Bebe, who was sitting next to your other side, said.

“Well, he’s a perfect friend. He’s like my brother.”

“Only that? He’s like one of the cutest kids in our class,” Red asked.

“Umm yeah. What else did you want to hear?” most of the girls huffed. You really didn’t understand what else they wanted to hear. Maybe they liked him? You knew those feelings were something people tend to feel, but you always thought those were adult feelings. At least that’s what your mother always told you. That liking someone because of the way they look was something only adults felt.

Cute? Is that how everyone else saw him? You started to think of all the evenings and times you and Kenny spent time together, he was disgusting (not that it bothered you), and he also taught you how to play video games, Mario Kart being the one you enjoyed the most. He also taught you to play soccer since sometimes his friends were busy, and he played every evening in your backyard.

Cute. That’s what Kenny was to your friends, but for you, he was like the brother you never had. You never really thought a boy was cute, or maybe… No, there wasn’t anyone you thought was “cute.”

That same evening you were looking at Kenny while the two of you were doing your homework. Both of your parents thought this was going to be a good idea since Kenny didn’t get good grades, and you were the first in your class, and they thought maybe if the two of you did homework together, he was going to get better.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“The girls said you were cute, so I’m just trying to see what they meant by that.”

“They think I’m cute? How?”

“I don’t understand how and why they said that.”

“Ok, for example, I think puppies are cute. Like that type of cute?”

“Maybe, I dunno,” you were pouting. It was bothering you that fact that you didn’t understand what they meant earlier.

“I think you’re cute” You looked at Kenny and smiled. “Do you think I’m cute?”

“Eh…”

“You know what? Don’t answer that.”

“I mean, I find cute kittens, but you… I wouldn’t say, “Omg, he’s so cute,” like I do with animals. I do think there’s something about you. Enough for the girls to ask me about you.”

“So, no cute from you?” now Kenny was the one pouting.

“I’ve literally seen you eat food from the floor for money, Kenny.”

“Ah, you’re right. But if I’m not wrong, I bought something for you with that money, didn’t I?” you turned around and looked at the cartoonish little chick you now had as a keychain on your backpack, and you smiled. It was the first present someone outside your family gave you. It meant a lot to you. You then looked at Kenny and tried to look at him only as a boy, not as your best friend or your brother. For the first time, you noticed how blue his eyes were. His eyes were cute.

“I guess you may be a little bit cute. Like, I really like your eyes. They are really blue now that I’m looking at them better.”

“I like your smile. Whenever you smile, I smile too” You smiled at his comment. He smiled back. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe Kenny McCormick was cute, after all.

3rd Grade

“So, you’re having a sister?” You and Kenny were lying on the rooftop of the Park County Community Center building. Looking at how the clouds slowly passed. Enjoying one peaceful evening after doing your homework. The two of you didn’t have any energy to do something after a long school day. Even if the two of you were only in 3rd grade, the school was starting to get more complex.

“Yeah! Isn’t that so cool? My parents told me earlier today.”

“You’re not gonna need me anymore.”

“What?”

“That’s like my role. You’ve always wanted a sibling, and now that you are actually going to have one, I’m gonna be long forgotten.” you laughed at his comment.

“Kenny.”

“Mhm?”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard in my entire life, and it’s really short,” you continued laughing, and some tears started to roll down your cheek. His comment was just way too funny for you.

“Hey! Don’t laugh! I’m being serious,” Kenny huffed. You slowly started to calm down. How can he think that? Kenny has been your best friend for more than two years now. At first, you thought he was joking, but then you saw he was still frowning.

“Wait, you actually think I’m just gonna stop hanging with you?” he only nodded.

“Look, yeah, I’m thrilled I’m gonna have a little sister, but she’s not gonna take your place as my brother. Think of it this way. You have Kevin and Karen, right? Even though they are your real siblings, I’m still like your sister, right? Just because they are your real siblings doesn’t mean I’m less of a sister to you.” Kenny nodded again, listening closely to what you were saying. “It’s gonna be the same for me. And I like having a brother my age is cool,” Kenny smiled.

“You’re right, Y/n. You’re my sister” You returned your sight to the sky.

“And you are my brother Kenny” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Kenny was the best brother you ever asked for.

“So, Kyle, huh?” Kenny sat down at Kyle’s place. He was absent for the day since he got sick, so Kenny finally managed to sit next to you during that day.

“What do you mean?”

“WhAT dO you meAn?” he mocked your answer, and you scoffed, “You find him cute.”

“Ahm, yeah” After a year, you were able to understand what your friends meant when they called Kenny cute. Kyle was cute, cuter than your best friend.

“So, like, are you gonna be with him or…”

“Well, no. As I said, I just find him cute. That doesn’t mean I want a boyfriend right now. I still think I need to be older for that” Kenny nodded. He felt this strange ping of pain in his stomach for a reason. Maybe he just wanted to protect you. He thinks you deserve someone better than Kyle. Not that he hated him or something like that, but you were just great and unique, and pretty and… For you, he was only your best friend.

“You’re right. We’re still too young.” He tried to get his mind clear.

“Didn’t you tell me last week you liked Bebe?” you questioned him.

“Yeah, that was last week. I don’t like anyone at all this week,” he answered. He needed to sort out all these sudden feelings and thoughts he had about you.

“Wanna go to my house later today, Kenny?”

“Sure.”

Kenny was anxious over the Christmas holiday. You just never talked to him or visited him at all. He could feel something was up. Every time there was a break or vacation, you always stayed in contact with him, even if it was through the phone. But this time, nothing.

On the first day of school after the holidays, he was waiting for you to arrive at the classroom. He knew you always came 20, maybe 15 minutes before school started since your parents dropped you off as early as possible since they also needed to head to work. But this time, you arrived just as soon as the bell was ringing. He went into panic mode after seeing you weren’t smiling at all. He could see your puffy eyes; he also noticed you entered the classroom looking directly at the floor. You didn’t even wave hello to him or Kyle. Something was definitely wrong.

During the whole day, you avoid everyone. If someone tried approaching you, you just laid your head on your desk or looked outside the window, and during recess, you were nowhere to be seen.

Kenny found the opportunity to speak to you after school ended. You didn’t say anything as he was getting closer to you. He stayed next to you for quite some minutes.

“Aren’t your parents picking you up?” You shook your head. Kenny was more worried than before. Your parents always picked you up no matter what, so the fact that now you must go alone to your house was weird.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Kenny extended his hand to you, and you took it. Kenny sighed. You weren’t going to tell him anything, at least not yet.

When the two of you entered your house, Kenny was able to see his mom was talking to your mother. You didn’t even say hello. You just went straight to your room. It appears none of your mothers realized you had arrived since he was able to listen to the conversation they were having.

“So, when did it happen?” Kenny’s mother asked.

“During Christmas Eve, I was at the hospital for over a week. I didn’t see Y/n at all, I was just too scared, and I didn’t want her to know she may lose her sister. Also, I think she’s too young to go through all of that.” Your mother answered. Was that the reason you were so bummed out? Did you almost lose your sister? Kenny was ready to go to your bedroom when he heard his mom speak again.

“I’m sorry you had a miscarriage, losing a child that way… It must be horrible. If you need anything, you can count on me. You know we love and care about Y/n. She’s basically part of the family now.” Kenny’s heart sunk into his chest.

“Thank you, Carol. I appreciate it” Kenny sprinted to your room. Now he was able to understand your attitude during the whole day. But why didn’t you tell him? You knew you could trust him with your entire being. He felt slightly hurt by it, but he knew you must have a reason for not telling him.

He didn’t even knock. The lights were off, and the only source was the sunlight starting to set on the horizon. Kenny slowly made his way to where you were sitting in your bed. He could see the tears rolling down your face. He sat next to you, and he hugged you. It was the first time since the holidays someone hugged you, and you hugged him back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just, I knew if I told at school, I was just going to start crying, and I didn’t want anyone to see me crying.” You said between sobs. Kenny wanted to do something to make you stop crying. He didn’t like the pain he was feeling in his chest. Kenny didn’t know what to say to you for you to get calm. He just stayed like that, hugging you. One of his hands moved between hugging you and playing with your hair so you could calm down. After some minutes, the sobbing and whining stopped, and you finally looked at him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get in contact with you. It’s just that everything happened so fast… It still feels surreal,” you sighed and managed to say without starting to cry again. You wanted to talk and see Kenny during the holidays. At least he would’ve tried to distract you and make you feel better, but you weren’t at your house during those days, and unfortunately, you didn’t memorize his phone number.

“I don’t know what to say in this situation.” Kenny felt helpless. You hugged Kenny again. You just needed someone to hug you, nothing more.

“You don’t need to say anything, Kenny. I just want you here right now,” you whispered. He didn’t know what took over him, but he kissed you on the forehead.

“I know you know it, but I’m never leaving you. I’m always staying by your side.” Kenny said, and somehow that was just exactly what you needed to hear.

“I know.”

Kenny has been walking you to your house for the past weeks for a few reasons. The first and most important one is he didn’t want to let you go back all by yourself after what you told him last Christmas, when he said he was never leaving your side, he was serious. And the second reason was that after what happened, it seemed that your parents just forgot they had another child. Which made Kenny’s heart shrink and be pissed at the same time

“I hate them.”

“Huh? Don’t. They lost a child, my sister.”

“Still, they should also take care of you. Leaving you to start doing things on your own out of nowhere is heartless.”

“Kenny, literally, the only thing they stopped doing was taking me to school and picking me up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is that big of a deal. Y/n, be honest. Since Christmas, when was the last time your parents paid attention to you or at least asked how was your day? I know you pretty well, and you seem happy whenever we’re at school, but the moment we start walking to your house, all that happiness disappears.” He was right. The last weeks have been a little bit hard at your house. But you understood the reason why your parents were acting the way they did. You just hoped they started to be the caring and loving parents they once were.

“Ok, maybe they have been cold towards me, but as I said, there’s a reason, ok?” Kenny wanted to also believe they would come around again eventually, but he was still skeptical.

“And besides, I like spending more time with you. It makes me happy” You squeezed his hand, trying to make him understand you didn’t care that much since that meant just spending more time with your best friend. “Don’t you like this too?” you pouted, and Kenny smiled.

“Of course I do. I guess you’re right. Maybe this isn’t that bad.”

4th grade

Kenny knew your parents weren’t going to come around anytime soon. It was almost a year since they lost your sister, and things were the same. He could even say things were worse than before. So that’s when Kenny decided he would not only be always by your side but also make you forget about them and make you as happy as he could.

That’s how he started to compliment you and tell you whatever stupid thing he came up with just to make you smile. On the days when you were bumped out, he always made sure to tell you how much you meant to him or how his life was better with you in it. He also told you what an incredible person you were. That’s also how he started to call you princess. You were a princess in his eyes.

That’s when it hit him. He loved you. He always knew “love” was something really hard to explain since one could love different things, or well, one could experience different types of love. He didn’t know which kind of love he felt for you, though. He just knows that whenever he’s with you, he feels calm. Whenever he sees you, his heart warms up. And he knows he just would do anything for you.

One evening after doing homework, the both of you made your way to the Community Center building. After staying up there for God knows how long, he decided to tell you that he loves you. When you heard him say the words out loud you quickly turned to look at him.

“What did you just say? Did I hear right?” you asked him. You weren’t 100% sure you heard him correctly.

“Well, yeah. I love you, princess.” You didn’t know why, but you felt like melting after hearing him say those words.

“I love you too, Kenny.”

“With Kyle?! Really?!” you decided to visit Kenny since he had been absent from school for almost a week after he had appendicitis surgery. Since he couldn’t walk you home because, well, his surgery, Kyle’s the one who has been doing it. And since you wanted to visit Kenny, instead of taking you to your house, Kyle brought you to Kenny’s house, and for a reason. Kenny wasn’t that pleased when he saw Kyle. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, what about it?” you asked him.

“Just… Why him?”

“Well, he is my friend. And I may or may not like him now.” Kenny felt an emptiness in his chest.

“Since when?”

“I’m not sure… Maybe months?”

“I don’t think you should like someone; you need to focus on school.”

“Ew, you sound like my parents.”

“Well, it’s because we are right.”

“It sounds so hypocritical coming from you. Weren’t you the one who told me you liked someone like two weeks ago? Why I’m not allowed to like someone too?” Kenny sighed. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly acting all protective.

“I’m your brother, remember?” Kenny told you, and you only nodded. “Good thing I’m coming back to school next Monday. That means I will be the one walking you home, not him.” You smiled after hearing him.

“Really?” Kenny looked back at you, and he could see the way your eyes were lit up with happiness. Your last bickering moment was long forgotten. You stood up and hugged him.

“Now, what was that for?” Kenny asked while he returned your hug.

“It’s just that, even if I enjoy walking home with Kyle, I have missed you so much this week” Kenny felt his heart warm up at your comment. One of the reasons Kenny was mad after finding out Kyle was the one who brought you home was because he thought you would change him. So knowing that you still want him to be the one that picks you up to go to school and walks you home helped him calm down.

“I missed you too.”

5th Grade

“So you won’t believe who I saw crying outside Mr. Mackey’s office,” Wendy said to Red and Bebe.

“Omg, who?” Kenny didn’t pay any attention to the girls. He just wanted to finish this stupid project Mr. Garrison assigned.

“Y/n,” Kyle and Kenny froze. “She was bawling, she-” Kenny knew your parents had a meeting with Mr. Mackey, and he was more than sure something had happened. He has been nervous since yesterday when you told him your parents were the ones taking you to school because, for a reason, the counselor wanted to speak to them about something regarding your academic development.

“When?” before she could finish the sentence, Kyle interrupted her.

“A few moments ago. Why do you-” Kenny and Kyle didn’t even wait for her to finish when they made their way to Mr. Garrison. He was reading something on his phone, not even bothering if his students were working on their projects at all.

“Mr. Garrison, can we leave for a few minutes, please?” Kenny asked him

“Why would I let you do that, Kenny?” Mr. Garrison turned his gaze to the two boys standing in front of him.

“A friend of ours, Y/n, we heard she’s not feeling right, and we want to make sure she’s ok. I promise we will come back as soon as we make sure she’s fine, sir. Please.” Kyle answered, and Mr. Garrison was able to see the two kids were anxious. He saw they were telling the truth and not only a lie to leave class without permission. Mr. Garrison handed them the hall pass.

“Don’t get distracted and come back after making sure she ok.” Mr. Garrison returned his attention to his phone, and Kyle and Kenny quickly left the classroom.

Kyle and Kenny were running to Mr. Mackey’s office. Kenny knew he made a mistake. He should’ve insisted on taking you to school that morning. He should’ve never left you to convince him in the first place. His heart was beating so hard. He hated when you cried because of your parents. He thought they had no right to ask anything from you, not after they stopped caring about you after your sister died. He saw you sitting on one of the chairs that were outside the counselor’s office. Mr. Mackey was trying to calm you down, but you were still crying, and it didn’t seem you were stopping any time soon.

Kenny ran to you and knelt in front of you. He saw your puffy eyes, and something broke inside him. He always managed to make you feel better before you started crying, so seeing you in this state was also affecting him way more than he wanted.

“Princess,” Kenny started to speak, trying to get your attention. You looked at Kenny and tried to talk, but it seemed that whenever you tried to speak, your breathing started to become more hectic than it already was. You were having a panic attack. Kenny also started to cry, not knowing what was happening to you. That’s when Kyle stepped in.

“Hey, I need you to breathe with me, ok?” Kyle grabbed your attention and placed one hand over your hands that were still on your chest. You only nodded to him. He took one of your hands over his chest so you could feel his breathing. You slowly started to calm down, but the tears continued rolling out of your eyes. The two of you stayed like that until Kyle was able to see you were ok. Kenny was also following the pace Kyle instructed you to breathe in.

“You did great, sweetheart.” you only nodded.

“What are you doing here?” you asked them.

“We came as soon as we heard you were crying,” Kenny said, and you were able to see his puffy face.

“I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry” You almost started to cry again after realizing the two of them got worried because of you when Kenny knelt again in front of you and grabbed your face by the cheeks.

“Hey, hey, don’t you dare to think anything bad at this moment.” Kenny began cleaning your tears with his sweatshirt sleeve. He didn’t know what happened, but he was sure your mother was the one to blame. Out of your parents, she was the strict one and the one that always made you feel like you were a burden. That’s why Kenny stopped your overthinking since he knew it was going to worsen your state.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kyle asked you while he was tucking a strand of your hair in your ear. You shook your head, wanting anything but to remember the reason for your attack.

“Don’t you have to get back to class?” you asked worriedly. Your teacher knew you were with Mr. Mackey, but you knew they only had permission to leave for just a few moments since you were able to see the hall pass hanging from Kyle’s hand. Before they could answer you, Mr. Mackey came out of his office.

“You are better, Miss Y/L/N?” You nodded and gave your counselor a reassuring smile. “Then I believe you have to get to class, the three of you. If you need to talk, my door’s always open, kids.”

“Thanks, Mr. Mackey,” Kyle answered him, and the counselor returned to his usual spot in his office.

Kyle and Kenny were both grabbing your hands while walking back to your classroom. Having them by your side always made you feel at peace. When the three of you arrived at your classroom, Kenny kissed you on the cheek

“We’re gonna talk later when school finishes, ok? Wait for me here.” Kenny moved away so Kyle could say goodbye to you.

“Just if you feel it’s going to start again, try breathing slowly, ok?” you nodded, and he gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you, guys,” you whispered and entered your classroom. Kyle and Kenny let out a loud sigh. They may not have that much in common now, but they were aware that they would do anything for you.

Later that evening, you and Kenny, who was on your right side, were lying down on his mattress, and both of you were only looking at the ceiling. Kenny knew he just needed to give you time before you told him what happened.

“Mr. Mackey told my parents how my grades have just gotten worse for the last two years. And said he was worried I was depressed.” You started talking as you remembered what happened during the meeting. “When my mom heard that, she exploded. She first said she shouldn’t be wasting her time on such stupid things. And then proceeded to shout at me for making her lose her time.” You felt tears wanting to fall from your eyes, “she told Mr. Mackey how she thinks I was just acting like this to get attention.”

“But that’s stupid, we all saw your sudden change of attitude, but you tried to brush it off, not wanting to get attention” Kenny was ready to punch the wall. How dare your mother say that.

“I know, but she doesn’t know that, Kenny. She also said how it was stupid to assume I was depressed since there was nothing in my life I should worry about and that the only thing I should focus on was school.” You managed to say since your voice was starting to break. You hid your face with your right arm, not wanting Kenny to see you cry again.

“Did your father say something” you scoffed.

“Of course not. He just stayed silent during the meeting. The only moment he stepped in was when he saw my mom getting madder and dragged her out of the school. And that’s what happened.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?”

“For not being there earlier.”

“Kenny, you left your class to help me. I couldn’t be more grateful.”

“Are you being honest?”

“A hundred percent honest, Kenny” he put an arm around your neck so he could hug you, and you hid your face on his chest.

“I love you, Kenny. Thank you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

6th Grade

“So, you know that McCormick kid, right?” you turned your head to the 7th-grader girl that was standing in front of your table. Wendy, Bebe, and you were having lunch before being interrupted by the girl who was now asking you about your best friend.

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you think he would like to go out with me?” the question took you by surprise.

“Uhm…”

“I’m Tammy, by the way,” For a reason, her name sounded familiar. You started to try and remember why her name was something you’d heard before

“Why would she do that? Can’t you ask that for yourself?” Bebe answered her.

“Did I talk to you?” Tammy responded. And then you remembered, Kenny mentioned her a few nights ago after he scolded you once again for wanting to go out with Kyle (as if that was something new), and he told you how he would like to go out with this Tammy girl, but he didn’t since he had to focus on school just as you should.

“You know what, you little-” Before Bebe could respond to her, Wendy stepped in and made her leave the table before the situation escalated.

“Why you wanna go out with him?” you asked Tammy.

“Well, have you seen him? He’s getting pretty. Will you tell him to call me? Here’s my number” Tammy handed you a little piece of paper. The mere thought of Kenny going out with this girl started to bug you for some reason. Tammy didn’t even let you respond to her when she got up and thanked you before she left.

What was this heavy feeling in your chest? Was this feeling the same that Kenny had whenever you told him you liked Kyle for more than just a friend? You tried to think of reasons, and the only one that made sense was because Kenny’s like your brother. Yeah, that must be it.

Later that day, when you gave Kenny the piece of paper Tammy handed to you, he asked if you were ok with him going out with Tammy.

“Why are you asking me, Kenny? Just go. Didn’t you tell me you wanted to go out with her?” Kenny was trying to see a glimpse of disgust or something similar, but you were completely calm.

“So, you are sure it’s ok?” Why was he asking you this question out of a sudden?

“Yes, Kenny, go out with whomever you want. I don’t care,” you responded in a joking way so he could see you weren’t bothered at all.

“I see…” Kenny stayed in silence as if he was debating on saying something else. “Ok then, I’ll call her” You nodded. Yeah, of course, you were completely fine about him going out with Tammy, right?

So… How was your date?” you asked Kenny as you were handing him the bowl of popcorn.

“Meh.”

“Just that? Was it that bad?” even if he told you it didn’t go well, he was calm.

“I guess I just wish I went on a date with someone else.”

“Ohh! Do I know that person?” you asked him, bouncing your eyebrows. Kenny stayed for some moments looking at you in the eyes, and then he sighed.

“Yeah, but I’m not telling you who.”

“But why?” you pouted.

“Just because. Let’s be honest. The girl’s name’s gonna change in a few days.”

“I guess you’re right…”

“And what about you? Didn’t you tell me you wanted to go out with Kyle?” Kenny asked you even if he knew the answer may hurt him.

“Well, that’s gonna stay like that. As something I want. As if my parents would let me out with a guy, the guy they let me go out and hang out with, it’s you.” You sighed.

“Good,” Kenny answered, and you hit him jokingly on his arm.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love me just like this.”

“I guess I do.”

7th Grade

Kenny was starting to get worried. He could see how slowly you were losing yourself, and he didn’t know how to help you.

Since the start of this school year, everything has been going downhill when it comes to you. Kenny noticed how much it affected you knowing Kyle left without even saying goodbye.

He also noticed how some of your classmates started to make fun of you because of the way you looked. And how because of those comments, you began to develop an eating disorder. It broke his heart seeing you disappear after eating and how you returned with glossy eyes, your face all swollen, and your hand harmed because of your teeth.

He hated to know what was happening to you and how he couldn’t be able to do anything to help you. And on top of that, he knew the things with your parents were getting worse every day.

Still, he tried to make you feel better by complimenting you whenever he could (even if he knew it wouldn’t work). Maybe if he continued, one day you would only listen to him and not to your classmates.

The number of times Kenny has gotten in trouble for fighting with kids in your class and from other grades for saying something to you or about you was uncountable. But he didn’t care. They had no right to say anything wrong about you; they didn’t even know you.

Kenny also noticed how you started to only talk to him, Stan, Red, and Bebe, evading everyone who tried to even say hi to you in fear of them making fun of you.

Now on the most personal part, Kenny was the only one who knew your parents’ heartless behavior towards you. Seeing you arrive almost every day at school holding back your tears because you had a fight with your parents was one of the things that hurt him the most. Kenny was also worried since he noticed how you started to get anxious whenever a school day came to an end. When he asked you why, you explained to him that your home situation was just getting worse as the days passed, that your parents didn’t even bother to talk to you, and when they did, it was to tell you how useless and stupid a person you were. That’s why he started to call you every day during the night just to make sure you wouldn’t go to sleep with their words in your head.

Another significant change that your relationship suffered was because of your parents. This was the first year they prohibited you from visiting Kenny and told you how Kenny wasn’t welcome in your house anymore since he was probably the reason your grades were never improving, which only made Kenny hate your parents even more.

Due to all these things happening to you, Kenny became overprotective of you. It wasn’t that he didn’t think you weren’t strong or anything like that, but he realized you didn’t do anything to stop the comments. You didn’t do anything to show your parents how you were trying to do your best.

During one of those late-night calls, you told Kenny your parents found out you were purging. You explained what your mother said that evening. How she was going to make you eat your vomit if she found you one day doing it, and how she also told you that if you wanted to die, she would kill you by beating the shit out of you.

Kenny cried in silence after hearing the words coming out of you. He wanted so badly to hug you, but he knew he had to wait until the following day to do it.

“You know what?” Kenny managed to say without sounding like he was crying just a few moments ago. “We’re leaving this shit hole after finishing high school. I don’t know how, but we are doing it. You and me.”

“You know that’s impossible, Ken,” you whispered.

“I don’t care how stupid or impossible that sounds. We are doing it; we are starting a new life together. Just the two of us. I promise.”

“Even if we can leave by then, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it till then” Somehow, Kenny knew what you were talking about, and he felt a heavy weight on his chest. He doesn’t know what he will ever do if you’re not in his life anymore. He can’t lose you. He won’t lose you this way.

“Don’t say that, please.” You stayed in silence. At this point, thinking about the future was something you couldn’t afford to do. As much as it hurt Kenny to think about what you were implying, he continued. “We are getting an apartment. I don’t even know where, but it’s gonna be cozy, a safe place for the two of us. I just know it.” Your heart warmed up at the thought of it.

“I really want that to happen.”

“It will happen. You’ll see.”

“I love you, Ken.”

“I love you, princess.”

“Promise me you will stop” Kenny and you were sitting and playing thumb wars at your usual spot on the Community Center building rooftop. For the first time in a year, the two of you managed to spend time out of the school after your parents told you they were going to a convention they wanted to go to for the whole day. That meant you still had at least 4 more hours before they returned.

“Huh?” you didn’t pay attention to his comment since you were distracted, trying to win at least once on a thumb war with him.

“You have to stop purging.” You didn’t answer him, still fixated on winning the game. At your lack of response, Kenny stopped playing. “Hey, I’m serious, princess.” Kenny moved your whole arm now, trying to get your attention on him, and you sighed.

“You know it’s not that simple,” you said, trying to free your hand from his grip without any success.

“I know, but you have to at least try, Y/n” Hearing your name coming out of him sent shivers down your spine. There were only a few occasions when Kenny called you out by name, meaning he was being serious.

“I… don’t think I will be able though.”

“Why?” you groaned. You didn’t want Kenny to know since it was just a frivolous thought.

“Because I need to be perfect. I need to be beautiful and skinny and…” you sounded so superficial, but it was the truth. “Haven’t you noticed how everyone started to treat me differently the moment I started to lose weight? They started treating me like a human again. I won’t give up on that.”

“But you were already perfect. I know you didn’t see it, but you were already all that.”

“Then why everyone started treating me so horribly? Why the comments? Why torture me that way if I was already all that?” he didn’t know what to tell you now. He won’t ever be able to understand all that you’ve been through.

“Just, please. For your good. Stop it.” Kenny whispered. You didn’t want to lie to him, promising you would stop soon, but at the same time, you didn’t want to break his heart.

“I will stop, just not now, ok?”

“Ok.”

8th Grade

Your last year of middle brought a few surprises. First of all, Kyle’s return. Seeing you so happy and excited because of Kyle made Kenny feel conflicted. He was, of course, delighted to finally see you smile more often, maybe not as much as when you were kids, but you smiled almost daily. Kenny thought it was because you wouldn’t like to let Kyle see you depressed. He also felt hurt by this since it could only mean one thing, you still liked Kyle.

Kenny also noticed you tried your best to keep a smile even in difficult situations, like whenever you fought with your parents, you didn’t cry but tried to just brush it off. When Kenny asked you about this sudden change of attitude, you told him it was because you decided to not let your parents bring you down anymore. At this point, you wouldn’t be able to change their thinking, and that the only thing that kept you sane was knowing that one day, the two of you would leave everything behind, making them leave your life for good.

Kenny couldn’t feel prouder of you. But again, what if this sudden change was only because of Kyle? Yeah, he should thank him, but it bothered him thinking you were doing all of this for Kyle. Still, Kenny saw the bright side of it all. You were looking forward to a future with him, not Kyle.

Which brought Kenny to a big realization. He liked you. No, he fucking loved you, and not in the way he’s been telling himself he loves you. Not in a brotherly way. He has these romantic feelings towards you. Unfortunately, he had to hide his feelings. Not only because he was scared to lose his friendship with you but also in fear of losing Stan’s friendship too.

He still remembers the unfaithful day when Stan, Kyle, and he made the stupid pact that would doom the three of them. And Kenny might be a lot of things, but he's no liar nor traitor. He's been lying to himself for years now. There was a reason why he agreed on that pact. Why would he accept an agreement made by those who were in love with you? Because deep down, he was always in love with you, and he knew that without that pact, he would act recklessly since there wouldn't be one thing stopping him from telling you his real feelings.

“So…Are you gonna tell me who you like?” you said, and you brought Kenny back to reality.

“Why do you want to know, princess?” he asked you.

“Well, because you know who I like.”

“So just because I know who you like, I should tell you the same thing?” Kenny chuckled. You nodded.

“Exactly. And before you even dare to lie to me, McCormick, saying how you don’t like anyone now, remember I know you pretty well.”

“I broke up with Kelly a month ago, and you think I like someone?”

“As I said, don’t try to lie to me, Kenny,” he sighed. He sometimes forgets how intuitive you are.

“If I tell you, would you stop asking me?”

“Duh.”

“Fine, I like someone from our class. Are you happy?” you were frowning.

“That’s unfair. There are like 15 girls in our class Kenny” Kenny knew that he wouldn’t be able to tell you who he likes, in this case, loves, due to the pact, but what if you were the one who found out…

“Ugh, fine, uhm… She’s one of you three girls” You knew Kenny was referring to Red, Bebe, and you. It couldn’t be Red since he told you he only saw Red as a friend a few days ago after trying to find out who he liked for a thousand time. Then the only option left was Bebe

“It’s Bebe, isn’t it?” Kenny mentally face-palmed himself. “Oh my god, it’s her! My two best friends!” After Kenny felt defeated after noticing how you wouldn’t, in a million years, guess who he liked. He knew he could tell you Bebe wasn’t the one he wanted, but that would be too risky. Since you liked Kyle, he was sure you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. He couldn’t risk your friendship now.

“Just don’t you dare say a word, princess,” you squeaked in excitement. Maybe this was the best for now. He knows he’s lying to you, which is something he hates, but it was the best option.

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Do you think you need to go to the hospital?” Bebe asked as the two of you were looking at your bruised stomach.

“I don’t think so. It wasn’t that bad. He barely hit me. It doesn’t even hurt,” you chuckled.

“I still can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to pick up a fight with Cartman,” Red said as she was wetting a towel to clean the hint of blood that was dripping from your lip.

“He asked for it. He’s been bothering me for years now. It was bound to happen,” you answered back. For the first time in years, you finally stood up for yourself, and you were proud.

“Does Kenny know?” before you could answer, you heard Kenny shout your name.

"I think he does." Kenny entered the girls' restroom, fuming. You tried to take your sweatshirt from Bebe, so Kenny wouldn't see you without it. Not because you were uncomfortable but because you didn't want him to see your bruises, and most importantly, he would see you lose even more weight. You managed to take your sweatshirt from Bebe's grip and put it on as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, Kenny was able to see both your bruises and visible bones.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, Y/N?!” he shouted.

“What do you think you are doing, Kenny? Get out. This is the girls’ restroom.”

“FUCKING FIGHTING WITH CARTMAN. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?” you were looking down at the floor, not wanting to see his face out of embarrassment. He got closer to you.

“He deserved it,” you whispered.

“I don’t care if he deserved it, Y/n. He could’ve seriously hurt you. He’s easily as twice as big and stronger than you. Hell, I can even dare to say he’s three times bigger and stronger than you.” You looked into Kenny’s eyes, and you were able to see they were red. The thing is, you didn’t know if it was because he was crying or out of anger. Maybe both.

“And what about it? Kenny, I stood up for myself. Isn’t it what you wanted?” you answered back. You were starting to also get mad at his attitude.

“YES! But not this way, Y/n!”

“Oh my god Kenny, then make up your damn mind!”

“Are you actually answering me back right now, Y/n? I was fucking worried.”

“So what? You are not my dad Kenny.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How dare you say that when you are the one who’s in trouble right now? Not only you had a fight, but you also lied to me, you promised you would stop purging, and by the looks of it, you haven’t.” Kenny’s hand was clenched into a fist. He was angry.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you answered back.

“STOP IT! Do you think I’m that stupid, Y/n? I saw your fucking ribs. You’re skinnier than before. How dare you lie to me this way?” Kenny slowly walked towards you, stopping just a few inches away from you. This was the first time you’ve seen him this worked up.

You almost forgot Bebe and Red were present if it wasn’t for Bebe pulling you away from Kenny. He sighed.

“You know what? If you want to kill yourself this way, then go ahead. If you want to keep purging or if you want to put yourself at risk, do it. I won’t be here to witness it. I can’t stand the idea of my best friend, one of the people I love the most, dying.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you saw Kenny exiting the restroom. The three of you stayed in silence for some minutes as Red and Bebe were waiting for you to say something. You didn’t say anything at all until the bell rang, meaning you had to return to class.

“Let’s go. We’ll be late.”

Kenny,

I know this may come as a surprise, and maybe you think I’m a coward for saying this via message instead of telling you this in person, but I think this is the best way since, at this moment, I know you don’t even want to see me since you must hate me right now.

I’m sorry, you have no idea how much I regret not following you after that fight in the girls’ restroom, and I apologize for the way I reacted. I know you were only worried about me, and my attitude wasn’t the best, and I’m sorry.

I’m not gonna apologize for the fight tho. For the first time, I didn’t need anyone to stand up for me. Don’t get me wrong, I will be forever grateful for all those times you did it for me. But I must start doing it for myself. I cannot rely on you to do it for the rest of my life. What if, one day, you are not in my life anymore? Even if the mere thought of you not being in my life hurts me, I know maybe you won’t be by my side forever. Many things can happen, but I will try not to think about it right now.

As for the purging thing… I swear I did stop doing it. I hadn’t done it after one time when I started to vomit blood. It was like a wake-up call. I didn’t want to die while purging. I… fuck, this is hard even if I’m writing it, but I’ve been starving for some time now. And in this case, I’m not doing it because of my looks or anything like that, but because it’s the only thing I can control in my life. You know how hard my home life is. You’ve seen my grades. I feel like everything in my life is going down the drain, and the only thing I’m able to control is the food I eat.

I don’t know how this fight is gonna affect our relationship. But I know that I can’t lose you because of this. Kenny. You’ve been there with me since the first moment I arrived at South Park. You have been there when I needed you the most. You have been by my side during my happiest and saddest moments. You are the most important person in my whole life. I won’t ever find the words to tell you how much you meant to me and how thankful I am for having you in my life. You are my other half, my brother.

The thing is, I also don’t want to hurt you, and if you don’t want to be friends after this, I would understand it. As you said in the restroom that day, if you don’t want to see the way I’m hurting myself and you think the best for you is just leaving, then do it. I don’t mean it in a mean way or anything like that. If I’m hurting you by doing all of these things, I will be the one leaving. I cannot stand the idea of hurting you.

You deserve better than me, Kenny. Believe me when I saw that writing all of this is killing me (I don’t want to lose you), but if that’s the best for you, then I will accept your decision. And if that’s your decision, I just want to say one more thing.

I love you, Kenny. Thank you so much for being in my life.

You looked at your phone screen for what felt like the 10th time in the last 5 minutes as Stan’s words repeated and repeated in your brain. “I know this fight is affecting him more than he would like to admit.”

You sighed in frustration. This was the first time you and Kenny ever fought, and it was also the longest you went without talking to each other. A week, A week where you felt like dying since Kenny wasn’t by your side.

You didn’t know if you would be able to mend this whole situation with Kenny, but you didn’t want to give up on your relationship without a fight. After reading your message one last time, you clicked send.

You saw Kenny saw your message as soon as you sent it, so you locked your phone. As the minutes passed, your heart broke a little more at his lack of response. Maybe he was done with you. And you wouldn’t blame him. You thought you were a burden. You were surprised Kenny didn’t leave you before all of this happened. Even if it hurts like hell, you were going to stay faithful to your decision.

You were a crying mess. Kenny saw your message two hours ago, and there was still no response. This was it. The end for the two of you. You were glad your parents were already asleep as it was almost midnight. You were able to cry without anyone hearing you. As you lay on your bed and slowly fall asleep, you think of all the times Kenny has been there trying to make you feel better. It did hurt, but at least you were able to find someone as amazing as Kenny.

You were shocked to see a notification from Kenny on your screen. You quickly clicked on it, and you noticed it was a video. As you clicked on the play button, you held your breath. Why did he send a video? Is that why it took him so long to answer you? You saw Kenny sitting down on his mattress as his phone was supported by something on his nightstand. Well, you believed that since he wasn’t holding his phone.

“Fuck princess, after reading your message, I knew I just couldn’t answer you with another message.” Kenny was grabbing a piece of paper in his hands. “First of all, I won’t ever hate you. Don’t you dare to think I hate you because you couldn’t be more wrong. I should be the one apologizing for saying all those things. I didn’t mean any of it. Well, of course, I cannot stand the idea of something happening to you, but I’m not leaving you because of that. Also, I’m sorry for going all ballistic on you for fighting Cartman. As you said, he deserved it, and later that day, I saw how beaten up you left him. I’m proud. Even if he’s bigger, you gave him hell.” Kenny smiled at the camera.

“It’s just that if anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself. I wasn’t even there. I had to find out from Stan about the fight. I guess I was angry at myself for not finding out sooner. At least I would’ve been able to help you or stop you. I’m glad you didn’t apologize for the fight because you should never apologize for putting yourself first, and that’s what you did that day.” he looked at the piece of paper in his hands. He continued speaking.

“Now that you mention it, I did notice how you stopped going to the restroom after eating lunch and how your face stopped being swollen all the time, but I also noticed how you would barely eat. I should’ve known better.” He sighed. “Even if now, you aren’t doing it to change the way you look, I believe you cannot keep doing this to yourself. I know now it’s like a coping mechanism, and asking you to stop doing it may not be the best thing since, in the end, it’s your decision, princess. But tell me whenever you are ready to get help. I would love to be the one by your side when you decide to get better, ok?” you know it was hard for Kenny to say those words, so you appreciated the fact he was letting you take the decision and not forcing you to get help.

“I was also scared these days. As you said, what if this was it? What if this was the end of our relationship? I felt this weight over my shoulders for the past week, thinking and beating myself up for how stupid I was for letting things escalate this much. I also cannot put into words how much you meant to me, Y/n. I would do anything for you. Anything.” Kenny stopped talking for moments as if he was debating whether to tell you something.

“I hadn’t told you this but remember when I told you I didn’t know the reason why Kelly broke up with me? Well, I do know the reason. She said she noticed how when it came to you, I would stop doing whatever I could be doing just to make sure you were ok. How she noticed I would drop everything for you. And she’s not wrong. She wasn’t mad when she told me this. But she just knew my heart belonged to another person, you. She said that even if we are just friends, the love we have for each other is unbreakable, and she’s completely right. Y/n, you are irreplaceable. Even if I end up dating other girls, they will never be at your level.” You were crying after hearing those words.

“I don’t want you to leave. You are the most valuable person I have in my life. I love you. Don’t ever doubt it, princess.”

The video stopped. You felt exhilarated. Kenny still loved you, and he didn’t plan on leaving you. You smiled even though tears were still falling down your cheeks. Maybe things will only get better from now on. It didn’t matter how fucked up your family situation was, how messed up you were mentally right now. As long as Kenny was by your side, everything was going to be fine.

n a v i g a t i o n

Kenny’s Birthday Week Celebration.

[ethanlandryshotwife]

Hello 😊 how are you?

I’ve been wondering please write Xavier x shy femreader who’s a normie and they’re dating. When every time she visit Xavier at the weathervane (I don’t drink coffee, I’m hot chocolate heavy on the whipped cream), her jock best friend along with his friends go with her bc they wanted to see Xavier being clingy lovey dovey towards her. Bonus: she & her friends are also friends with Eugene Ottinger & Wednesday Addams

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞-𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐓.

SUMMARY: Xavier and Y/n want their friends to meet, little do they know they all made a bet on who is the clingiest.

PAIRING: Xavier Thorpe x Reader

WARNING: grammar mistakes, Xavier being a clingy hoe.

A/n: I totally agree with the hot chocolate I don't like coffee because it doesn't taste right for some reason. Thank you for this request! if you have any more don't be afraid to share<3

Words:552

This is horribly written but anyways.

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Are you sure that your friends are okay, with me being a normie?

I text Xavier unsure about this whole thing. Me and Xavier wanted to meet each other's friends, but I am getting bad feelings about this. I hope everything goes smoothly.

Baby there is no need to be nervous they're going to love you

He replied in a matter of seconds:

Nevermore students usually hate norms because they hate them. I do not find harm to people who are different.

"Y/nnnn." A familiar voice sings from outside my room. "Are you ready?" Jaden asks me.

I have known Jaden since 1st grade. Some kids had snatched my animal crackers out of my hand, and Jaden took them back and pushed the kid onto the ground.

"Yeah, I guess,'' I answer, I grab my shoes from my shoe rack and I walk out of my room.

Once I enter the living room, I see my friends.

Tay, Jamie, & Hayden. I met all of them through Jaden. They're all like brothers to me.

They all wanted to meet Xavier to make sure 'He was right for me, ’ as they would put it.

“Hurry up we’re ready to meet your lover boy.” Jamie says. I blush at the fact that they call Xavier my lover boy.

"Let me put my shoes on." I say.

Jaden drives us to weathervane. The whole car ride was just them teasing me about Xavier.

We were the first to arrive. I picked up a booth close to the door. About two minutes later, Xavier and his friends walked through the door.

Xavier, Enid, Ajax, and Wednesdays walked toward the booth. "Hey, baby." Xavier said, then, leaning in and giving me a kiss.

Xavier slides next to me. His friends found places to sit. "Hi, I'm Enid nice to meet you!" A cheery blonde girl with pink and blue ends says, holding out her hand to shake.

"I'm Y/n." I say shaking her hand. Everyone then introduces themselves to one another.

"We've heard a lot about you." Ajax says from across the table: "A lot would be an understatement." Wednesday adds. Xavier goes red at the comment, and so do I.

The group then started talking about other things. Xavier slides his hand into mine. "I love you." he leans over and says into my ear, and I feel my face heat up.

"I love you too." I whisper into his ear. "Are you guys even listening?" Tay said, causing the whole table to look at me and Xavier.

"Me, Wednesday, Ajax, and Hayden clearly already won the bet, you guys might as well give up." Jaden says. "What I bet?'' I ask them.

Everyone's face panics except for me, Xavier, and Wednesday's natural glare.

''Idiot." Jamie says smacking the back of Jaden's head "What are you guys talking about?" Xavier asks.

"Jaden should be the one to tell them since he blabbed about it." Ajax says. "That's not fair!" Jaden whines as a two-year-old would. "Fuck! I'll do it!" Enid says rolling her eyes at the boys childist behavor.

"So basically everyone made a bet on who would be the clingiest." Enid explains.

"Anyways, I clearly one nothing new." Jaden says "You guys are so childish." I giggle.

"Who was the clingiest though?" Xavier asked

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[jinnyxxn]

academic rivals to lovers - kim gyuvin

genre: i sorry i forgot (idk wht to name it, maybe fluff)

warnings: mentions of some idols

pairing: gyuvin zb1 x gn! reader

Monday, 20:44 - After Course.

you didn't go to the same tutoring as gyuvin went, except, the tutoring opened a free course from your school, and the top-ranked 5 students must join.

the course is divided into sessions at different times, but you and your bestie went on an earlier session than his scheduled session. so, your course was dismissed earlier and went home earlier too.

"girl"

"yeah?"

"are you asleep?"

"no."

your 9PM conversation with your bestie, sullyoon. you can't help it seeing your best friend was heartbroken. you turned on the lights, you grab a marker from the side table and you took sullyoon's hand. opened her injured palm and draw a rainbow.

"when i was little, there was a person who drew on my hand. that person says that there's a psychological trick when you're sad, we must draw a rainbow." you turned off the lights and positioned your head on the pillow, talking in the dark with sullyoon.

"that time i don't believe it, for me, a rainbow doesn't solve a problem. a scar on your hands would never change anything. but now, i realized. it's not the rainbow that would solve your problem, but hope appears when you realize that a rainbow only appears after a rain. that means when you want to see a rainbow... you must wait for the rain to stop." you said.

"cool." she praised you.

"who's the first person who drew a rainbow on your hand?"

you giggled, "who do you think?"

sullyoon guessed. "gyuvin..?"

you snorted indignantly which makes the answer correct.

"he was there."

"at my lowest point."

"hey, do you have feelings for him?" a random question pops out from sullyoon.

"your kidding! me and gyuvin are friends since the last 18 years ago! we're neighbors too!" it's giving a bombastic side eye to her.

she giggled, "but that's it! i feel, there won't be a girl who can be friends with gyuvin for 18 years and doesn't has feelings for him!"

"why? because he's handsome, a genius, ranked 1st, and a basketball player? or because he's nice and sweet to everyone?" you replied.

sullyoon turned her head to face you and hoped to read your emotion.

"everyone... every girl who has a crush on him... will never know what gyuvin has gone through, or how hard he tried—"

you stopped, "i was there."

"but he never saw me."

your vocal sounds weak, like it can break anytime, it's like you're confessing your biggest secret.

"i thought i'll be okay. but when I see how he looks at wonyoung in the hall, in class— i realized, gyuvin will never look at me the same way he did to wonyoung" turns out you're heartbroken too.

"so what?! if gyuvin doesn't see you the same way as he sees wonyoung, that doesn't mean you are not worthless—! maybe he isn't the right person for you! maybe—"

"but i don't want the right person, sullyoon." your words are spoken without second thoughts.

"if it's not him... then it's not anyone." blank stare to your ceiling, you're hopeless.

"it's kinda dumb and stupid, but for me, a boy in this world is just one. only gyuvin." and your sleepy as you're done speaking.

and maybe there's one thing that those girlies don't realize which is a careful step back from behind the bedroom door, lowered fingers, and aborted intention of knocking.

someone who chose to go home to number 7 after overhearing a conversation he wasn't supposed to hear.

Tuesday, 22:00 PM - Late Studying

you're studying. everyday studying. the top-ranked 5 students will get a guaranteed scholarship to any school, and free school fees.

top-ranked 5 on March:

1st rank: jang wonyoung

2st rank: kim gyuvin

3rd rank: y/n

4th rank: seoll yoon-a (sullyoon)

5th rank: watanabe haruto

the original parallel ranks per tryout if wonyoung didn't suddenly move in and haruto wasn't absent on the tryout day were actually:

parallel ranks per tryout from grade 10 until grade 12 (right now):

1st rank: watanabe haruto

2st rank: kim gyuvin

3rd rank: y/n

4th rank: seoll yoon-a (sullyoon)

5th rank: han jihyo (jihan)

but since it's June, the structure of the parallel ranks on tryout was destroyed.

top-ranked 5 on June:

1st rank: watanabe haruto

2st rank: jang wonyoung

3rd rank: kim gyuvin

4th rank: y/n

5th rank: seol yoon-a (sullyoon)

it was never a healthy competition, last year, alumni got sabotaged, poisoned, and even got encephalitis (inflammation of the brain). but this year, your very last year to graduate, the school has been tense.

you're done studying and you start to clean your books. picking up some books one by one and finding a strange book. blue leather cover book. you opened the book and it's filled with formulas handwritten neatly.

you immediately knew the handwriting, it was gyuvin's. you escape your house and you went to house number 7, knowing that his parents aren't home because on duty.

you knocked on his door so loud and fast, until the owner of the room opens the door.

"what are you doing this late going to my room?" he questioned you, leaning on his door.

"you left your book idiot" you shoved his book into his hand.

"oops, sorry i forgot" he replied to you, giggling.

"whatever—"

"can you come in? i'm struggling with things and i wanted to share some things with you.."

"sure?"

you went into his room, tidy and clean, just some opened books on his desk. you sit on the edge of his bed, and the owner follows too.

"you know the new student? wonyoung?" he asked so suddenly, you raised you eyebrows and slightly narrowed your eyes. "yeah?"

"you know what's the difference between her and you?"

"no?"

he smiled and slightly tilt his head, "when i look at her or I'm nearby her, i'm amazed because she's tough and she managed to change the structure of the parallel ranks. but the thing is, no matter how pretty she is, or how smart she is, she can't make me feel like how i felt when i'm with you."

you froze in silence, processing his sentence, and speak, "what do you mean?"

he smiled, leaned closer to your face, "i have feelings for you y/n."

"but i don't have feelings for you.." you replied, slowly you moved your head further from him.

"oh yeah? then, what about your conversation yesterday night with sullyoon?" he raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"NO, YOU DID NOT HEAR IT!"

"But i do hear it, love"

"GYUVIN STOP!"

"okay darling"

"STOP!"

"okay okayy.." he laughed while you were trying to hide your blushing face.

that night, you will never forget that night. pulchritudinous night

it's my first time doing this and english aren't my first language so sorry for grammar mistakes! — jinnyxxn

[starryeyedjanai]

Janai!!! Pen pal au for WIP weekend pleeaaseee <3 - Joey

@matchingbatbites and @eriquin

hi friends!!! it is no longer the weekend, but here we are! I'm 40k+ words into this fic and i'm realizing anything i write will kind of spoil where this fic is going, sooooo here is a snippet of the beginning!

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Steve is trying so hard not to roll his eyes, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to do as his English teacher explains the project that’s going to end up being 40% of his grade at the end of the year. 

A goddamn pen pal program.

His teacher is so excited about it too, and that makes it even harder not to roll his eyes. 

This pen pal thing is a sure-fire way to get the teenagers who don't typically have lots of time to write long papers (the musical theater kids, the marching band nerds, the jocks, the freaky dance recital girls who can fit their legs behind their heads) to hone in on their writing skills, or so she says. 

He was suspicious when he started his senior year with most of the senior guys on his basketball team in his English class and he was so right to think it was weird because they're trying to run an experiment on them. 

How can the teachers of Hawkins high get their jocks more involved and more enthusiastic about school? Let's stick them with a year long writing assignment. What could possibly go wrong?

Steve can feel the insubordinate urge to just not even pick up his assignment on the way out the door, but he really can't afford to fail this class. He barely passed all of his classes last year and he has to keep his GPA at a C average to stay on the varsity basketball team this year. He thinks he can deal with writing to some nerd from another school for a few months.

He doesn't look at the assignment until a couple weeks later when Miss Chandler reminds them that she'll be conferring with the English teacher from the other school to make sure everyone in the class received their first letters soon.

He pulls the crumpled folder the assignment came in from his backpack and opens it. There's a grainy picture of the marching band attached and he's guessing his pen pal is somewhere in that picture. Great.

There's a sheet that explains the project. Even the rubric makes Steve roll his eyes.

This project is worth 40% of your grade... You must submit your first letter no later than Monday, October 28... All subsequent letters should be submitted on the 1st and 3rd Monday of each month. Letters from the sister school should arrive by the following Friday. At the end of the year, you must have sent at least 10 letters to your pen pal... 

Yada, yada, yada.

Behind that sheet is a letter introducing his pen pal.

Eddie Munson. 

There's a list of topic starters that Eddie filled in so that Steve has something to put in his first letter.

I am (age) 18 years old. I am a member of the marching band. I live in Indianapolis. In my spare time, I like to play D&D! I'm the dungeon master for the school club. I like music! Ask me anything about music and I'll write you a novel.

There's an identical sheet that Steve's supposed to fill out and send back with his first letter.

He has no idea what to write for this first letter since he knows basically nothing about him. He knows he does D&D like the kids he babysits for, which is something to go off of at least. Maybe he can get Dustin to write something nerdy that Eddie will understand.

He does actually end up talking to Dustin about the assignment and he tells him a line to put in the letter that Eddie will understand, but it flies right over Steve's head.

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October 28, 1984

Hi Eddie! 

I'm Steve Harrington. 

You can probably read this on my character sheet (ha, D&D reference!!), but I'm on the basketball team. Do you think they paired everyone this way on purpose? I definitely have more in common with the other jocks at your school than you, but everyone I've talked to in my class is paired with someone from a different activity. 

Your info sheet mentions that you like music. Tell me more. Who's your favorite artist? Who do you listen to when you've had a bad day? What song is on every mixtape you give a girl? 

I guess we're in this for the long haul, so we have plenty of time to get to know more about each other this year. I honestly can't think of any interesting questions to ask you right now so I'll leave that up to you. Aren't dungeon masters supposed to be able to improvise well? 

Signing off, Steve Harrington

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@legitcookie- you mentioned you were interested in this fic so i'm tagging youuuuuu too!

[seancamerons]

Do you have any early semma hcs ?

so anon, i'm scratchin' my head tryna figure out how to answer this. i feel bad it's been sitting in my inbox for so long. some of these are all over the place. the answer is yes. read more below!

intro/interested pretty quickly so emma really instantly thought, "wow i never met anyone like this guy before." unfortunately for sean, i believe he was just so shocked to even be in town again and still kind of messed up that day in terms of it being overwhelming and rough circumstances. for example, in 1.04 the day leading up to the dance was a blur for him until the dance. between jimmy getting on him, and having his first day at degrassi, finding out i guess at the time he has to repeat the seventh grade, the whole computer debacle and being stressed about that, and people whispering/sean hoping people didn't find out about the fight with tyler that sent him there in the first place, and other factors, it was a lot. emma was watching him, not being a stalker or anything but like he was just trying to get used to things. he transferred like what? october i guess of the school year so he missed 1st day of school and stuff. emma was his first friend at degrassi community who treated him like he mattered and got him out of trouble with raditch when he lost it on jimmy that's canon. after that i headcanon that it was pretty much - she's on his radar. they didn't like become like best friends or anything else whatever until later. maybe mid-way through the term like around the time of caberet did they start like really spending time together or interested in each other beyond casual friends/acquaintances. the crush obviously was mutual. emma i think liked sean as early as give or take - pre-coming of age or a little before that so yeah it fits. so like when i wrote this fic once, emma talked about what generated interest to sean. he was cute probably to her, but also the way that most kids would describe who they are in so many words when asked on the first day at new school. sean turns around and just says in response, "no." that immediately set him apart from his peers. (toby wasn't standing a chance after that.)

2. they BOTH still have the pictures. in fact sean keeps his picture in his wallet. when he was away deployed/staying on bases or whatever he had it either hung up in barracks/platoon wherever he stayed. it's a little bit crinkled and worn and stuff but he did scan it so that he can get it printed on like gloss paper. IT'S A GOOD THING SPIKE TOOK TWO ON HER OBNOXIOUSLY HUGE CAMERA. i like that when cranny went on that date (s2 tmba) she used the camera on them bc she's literally her momma's daughter lol.

3. sean walked emma home after the starlight starbright dance because her flip phone died and she didn't have enough for the payphone in the foyer to call her mom. instead, she remembered her mom told her not to walk home alone. on the walk to emma's he told her where he was from but they didn't really talk much until after parents day and maybe even more over a little later. she liked him around that time. she felt safe that he walked her home after the dance though. spike didn't meet him till later but she mentioned that she wasn't alone for the walk home from school. spike slept easier, but didn't know the person who walked her was a boy.

4. walking home again revisited (likely) a year later like after the wedding in 2.13, spike and snake drove off in their just married car to the airport/honey moon and caitlin stayed for the week behind to look after emma. joey too. sean walked emma home after the wedding and they talked things out/asked her out probably then too officially. he apologized and took accountability/she did too for what happened that last year. of course the conversation was short but they held hands all cutesy and maybe another kiss before she went inside the house. I'm sure it was dark and stuff too so yeah. he called her later to thank her for inviting him, they had fun. craig, sean, emma, and manny ate a lot of wedding cake and food did some dancing beyond slow dances. it was probably the last time their lives weren't complicated.

5. emma visted sean between the time he left after bib over the summer with manny to wasaga for a few day trips emma's life got chaotic once she was with peter and they lost touch. imagine her surprise when he returned a year or so later?! (i find it hard to believe that they hadn't seen each other since s4 i think they talked/maybe over the summer a few day trips when manny or emma got licenses for driving idk if they drove or they took a bus who knows its my world haah)

6. sean's aim (what did they call it for Canada - cim?) screen name is similar to his degrassi handle on degrassidottv lol whocares & emma's is sparklespaz28 or simply sparklespazz bc I'm unoriginal. they talked like however they could occasionally when he was in wasaga he used to visit/frequent internet cafes to keep in touch with friends/emma/ellie but ellie kind of hurt too much to talk to him. emma got too busy to spend much time online but when they did they'd have lengthy aim convos about various things, just not about jay/ravine lmfao of course. even those convos were a little deep which translated later at least i think. she didn't know he was returning bc that was around the time he was moving back and his parents had this old ass computer that barely ran so that's why he would internet cafe. he didn't have internet after he moved to the area again, so he'd either internet cafe in town/phone/text/the computer lab and be able to talk more to them in person instead. it was only when everyone was long distance. i think i read wasaga is 4.5 or so away from Toronto where degrassi is set i think? or a little bit less. it seemed like that anyway when they got out of the car in bib they all looked like we need to stand after sitting this long.

imagine the tension in THAT car ride, let me tell ya.

💌 thanks for the ask!!🌸💗OH ONE MORE THING:

the fic i edited this post to include *discussed above*:

thanks again for the ask, any excuse to talk about semma. byeeeee!💕

[ohraicodoll]

First Kiss

Hob Gadling x Reader   1st POV/ 1.3k Words (References to Hob/Reader/Dream poly relationship) Sandman Writing Masterlist

I never expected to love two people at once. To be with two people at once. But then again, one was hardly even a person and more a being and the other was immortal so life was full of surprises. Navigating it was both strange and not. Kissing was familiar and not.

I’d come home and both men would be there in the kitchen talking. Morpheus would be the first to pull me in and kiss me hello, lips almost a slow drag against mine like always but fingers tight on my skin, and then Hob would turn me playfully to also kiss hello. His lips were warmer and held a hint of a smile, pressing eagerly against mine. I was always left slightly dizzy, going one to the other like jumping from a hot tub into a freezing pool. Shocking but pleasant. It wasn’t like when we all had sex and there were hands everywhere and I was drowning in pleasure too much to keep grounded. I felt everything in those small moments, the small kisses. Happiness, ease. Two men that loved differently separately and together. Dream loved to press his forehead to mine, loved the intimacy of the small act, and would kiss my brow, our breath mingling together and eyes burning into mine. He gave the appearance of loving softly, slowly, but there was always fire underneath the surface. Eyes that burned, fingers that dug into flesh, tight and unyielding. Hob liked to rest his head in the crook of my neck, holding me closely against his chest while he just breathed me in and relaxed. His laughter and smile put everyone at ease, but he was so smart and quick. Calculating. Able to take everything in and adjust, letting me take the lead or guide either of us when we seemed out of our element. He never pushed and for a person who called himself selfish, was entirely selfless when it came to us. They were so different but so similar. But the first time Hob kissed me without Morpheus being present, I found myself hesitant. Even though I’d been staying with him as a roommate for months, had been close to him and considered him one of my best friends, had kissed him before and done much more than that, I was caught off guard. It didn’t happen in a grand romantic gesture or with intention. We were on the couch together, me helping him grade papers from the latest exam he’d given out when I stood to go grab a drink from the kitchen. His hand had snagged mine before I could get out of range and he’d pulled me back, stretching up to capture my lips in a kiss. It’d been so innocuous, so casual and instinctual as if it were part of our normal routine. And in a way it was and it wasn’t. It didn’t feel wrong at all, but I felt myself almost freeze as the notion that Dream wasn’t there flashed in my mind. Like a car missing a wheel and off kilter or a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Hob seemed to sense my tensing and pulled back a bit, honey brown eyes dark with worry and hesitation, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. Should I have asked? I probably should have asked-” “No, it’s okay,” I cut him off, twisting my hand to return the hold and keep him from pulling away. He was still sitting on the couch, papers scattered around him and neck stretched up to reach me as I stood at his knees. His long hair was pulled up into a messy bun with strands sticking up everywhere, a red pen tucked behind his ear, and wire glasses half down his nose. He was always attractive, but when he was relaxed and rumpled and completely casual I found him extra captivating. I knew he could sense my nerves, my hesitancy. I hadn’t told him I loved him yet even though he had told me, having had a wall up between us for a while to make sure I didn’t cross any lines with Dream. But that was before we became three and I could feel it slipping down as it sunk-in that this was okay. It was okay to kiss him back without the dreamlord present, that it was okay to have a relationship with him that was just the two of us alongside the one that involved all three. That’s how this worked. We were separate and all together in the way I was still with Dream. And so I slowly pushed my way between his knees to stand closer and bent down, free hand trailing fingers along the scruff at the line of his chin. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes, hand tightening in my grip. It was almost intoxicating seeing that reaction. So often I found myself unsure, letting them both guide me and at their mercy. Seeing his reaction in turn was new and strange. My heart was beating fast in anticipation and I had to repeat to myself that this was okay. I loved Morpheus and it was okay to love Hob as well. I remember the first time I kissed him forever ago in my old apartment and what he had said when I was nervous about being with both of them. “You know him and you know me. No one’s changed and you’re safe with both of us. Absolutely nothing to get nervous about…” So finally, I let the barrier drop. 

My lips touched his and he sighed into my mouth at the contact, not pushing for more but savoring the soft caress of our lips. The intention was clear that he was letting me lead on this, letting me do what I needed to at my pace. My hands cupped his cheek and I sank everything I felt into kissing him, breath hitching and eyes closed as I savored the fast beat of his heart underneath my fingertips. This was Hob. Hob who loved me and made me laugh and liked to pick small fights because we were both stubborn and he liked seeing me be passionate. Hob who brought me tea every morning and made room in his home even before we were really together and would move the world itself if me or Dream needed anything. Hob who was patient and kind and loved with all his heart even after having it broken over and over the past six hundred years. He was right. I was safe with him, both of them. And I didn’t want to hesitate any longer. I kissed him more urgently, breathing him in, and as if sensing the shift in me Hob let go of his own hesitation. Following my lead. He yanked me fully into his lap and smiled against my lips as I let out a surprised squeak, knees on either side of him. His chuckle rumbled through his chest and I couldn’t help but laugh back, throwing myself into deepening the kiss enthusiastically. My arms wrapped around his neck and his hands rested on the curve of my waist, bracing me above him. Distantly, I could feel the papers under my knees getting crinkled and the red pen behind his ear tumbling. “This okay, sweetheart?” Hob asked, pulling back enough to meet my gaze. I smiled, heart swelling, and nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. Fingertips brushed the loose strands of his hair at the base of his neck and Hob smiled, scrunching his nose, “Feels a bit odd doing this without our friend here, eh?” I chuckled and shrugged, “Yeah, but it’s okay. I want you two to have time without me and I think he’s more than happy to have us together. I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t like you too, even without him.” Hob grinned, “Oh, so you like me?” I rolled my eyes and grinned back, taking in the way his eyes danced and lightened, “Yes, you dummy, I like you.” And I pressed my lips back to his, if only to stop the smug smile and slight laughter coming from him. 

[bigearsbunbun]

1st day in 10th grade 8/29/2023

I literally couldnt sleep that much the night before and ended up staying up until 3AM, though I'm kinda surprised that I slept a bit early than usual so I felt a bit relieved. But knowing that I had to set an alarm so I wont wake up at 10 or 12 AM I was hella depressed from just the thought of having to wake up exhausted af. I ended up waking up at 8AM I was EXHAUSTED I couldnt even move for the first 10 minutes and I just stared at the ceiling. I was having a manic episode the night before because I was so chill and so anxious at the same time I couldnt contain myself.

I later found out that the entrance ceremony starts at 1PM so I felt relieved knowing I dont have to rush.

Then the ceremony began. It was just like the other ceremony I attended last year.....though I was more down that time I couldnt even listen to a single word I was hearing from the people on stage, I was so out of it TT its weird because it felt like 9th grade was just yesterday.....time flies so fast:/.....Anyway when I got there, there was already many students lining up.... it was I think 20 minutes before the ceremony starts I saw some of my friends from my previous school year I'm soooo lucky to have some of my friends on the same class this year...I hope I can make some friends this year too or just at least get along with some of them:D

After an HOUR of standing at the ceremony it finally ended and we all headed to our new classrooms. I was enlightened to know that my classroom was in the first floor cause I have a bad stamina and bad experience from my old school... I was first very happy about it "ohh I get to be on the 3rd floor!!" then months later "I HATE THESE STAIRS" so 2ND,3RD,4TH FLOOR CLASSROOMS?? NUH UH🗣🗣..

So when I got to my new classroom I immediately continue reading one piece cause Im too introverted and shy to even talk to my new classmates, but I'm pretty sure when group activities and all that start happening we'll all talk and get along well:) (probably not everyone though)..ALSO I just realized how much I space out but its not that bad it just happens at times Im seriously not aware which is scary....I believe the term for it is called dissociation but mine is just mild though it happens from time to time I think mine is pretty normal...

When it was time to introduce ourselves my hands were COLD. And when it was my time to introduce myself I just talked fast and sat down, not realizing I didnt include my other hobbies such as reading manga or watching anime but oh well I did tell myself I wont trust people that easily this year and be more secretive about myself since I talk so much about myself when I'm comfortable enough to someone....

A few hours later it was snack break.... some of my friends from our friend group gathered... gosh I miss them so much:{ I dont know but I think I became a bit more quite than last year.... idk though maybe its just me. So then we all started talking about our new teachers... some of them had badluck and have a strict teacher and meanwhile me I was luckkyyy even though I dont really fit in with my new teacher's humor she was still pretty chill and understanding and I relieved about it... though I still hoped that I had the other teacher I wanted to be my 10th grade teacher:( hes pretty strict but hes a friendly guy and teaches well... I hope hes my math teacher this year PLSPLSPLS🤞CROSSING FINGERS

Then a few hours later it was already time to go home...I'm kinda happy that the first day of school wasnt as tiring as last year:D...I walked home.... it was nice since we got dismissed pretty early than the normal school days since its still the first day after all.....I was walking while listening to the songs I downloaded on my phone and look at the sky...it was still 4PM so it wasnt dark outside yet.... it felt nice walking home like that:>.... while walking home I remembered one of my friends eshy gave me her snack since she didnt want any and I couldnt buy snacks at the canteen because it was pretty crowded and looked like it was impossible to even cut in line....I'm pretty grateful to have her as a friend....though she should srsly look out for herself too....so in order to pay her back I stopped at a small store...it was run by an old couple....I used to walk by the store a lot since kindergarten and I rarely bought anything from that store....when I walked in the old man smiled....idk but something about it made me a bit happy since like oh....its been so long since I bought anything from the store and its been...probably years ....he looks different from before....everyone gets old and its a sad thing for me to even think about://....anyway after buying the snacks I then head home and took this picture while walking.....thanks for reading this long ahh journal about my day:DD I usually ramble things in my journal but I firgured I should use this account instead and use it as a digital journal since I rarely post anything on this app, Im also planning on doing this everyday so lets see if I actually do it this time:DD so bye for now MY HANDS HURT FROM TYPING ONG but anyway take care!!

[lifeofagirlnameddan]

This Life (Prt 2)

(I've reached my word limits whoops) So where was I? Ah yes, so I said my goodbyes and asked Cat for one last favor. If he could contact my cousin to let her know I was at the park waiting for her. After that she found me and I broke down in her arms, I gave the man back his phone and thanked him for bringing me to my cousin. (by the way same one I've been mentioning all this time) She took me back to her place and we explained to her parents (Leaving out the fact that I rode a motorbike and had a grab driver drive me here, they all still believe I walked all the way there and got through the security guards of the subdivision) They took me in and told my dad what happened, my dad then told my mom where I was... I refused to go home so I stayed in their house for almost a month. I was getting quite used to living with her... But mom called me back home despite me not wanting to. I felt ashamed, unloved, and all that shmuck. Anyway she still came to get me and I was brought home, we spoke and cleared things up. Oh yes I am still in trouble. But she forgave me anyway. It was a very constant reminder that...She as a mother forgives me despite the fact I've done this multiple times, its always a guy! But I did my best to make it up to her and win her trust back. Six months passed and I still haven't reached out to anyone, I wanted to continue writing my stories so I did, I was in my google docs and...I kind of missed talking to my friends J and A (A is a girl I've been friends with since 4th grade all the way to grade 6, then I left for homeschool right? Well as soon as we turned grade 8 She followed along and went homeschooling, there was a time that I couldn't handle J's art requests so I referred him to A and my cousin, the four of us clicked and we've been friends ever since) But I wasn't able to talk to them after the whole problem right? So my cousin became my messenger, I'd send her emails and messages to relay to J and A, until we decided to just lay it all out on a google docs, I was in my Harry Potter phase that time so I joked about my cousin being my owl, and the google docs sheet as the Owl inventories... That name stuck ever since. We would chat there, IN GDOCS! and we would write stories together and all that. Soon after I was allowed a phone a g a i n, this time I can be trusted! I spoke to my friends in Instagram, (We call ourselves the Owls!) then we got to making a discord server, and eventually we all just grew closer and closer, It seemed like life is brighter now in a way... 2022 was ending soon, and my mom wanted me to go back to a regular school before senior high, so grade 10 I enrolled in a school that... I attended when I was 4 years old from Nursery until 2nd grade (Context I've been to 3 schools in all my life so far. 1st school was Nursery to 2nd grade, 2nd school was 3rd to 6th grade, Homeschool 7th-9th and then going back to the 1st school for grade 10) So I did, and you'll never guess what happened after...

July 2022

Before school started (It starts September) I joined a free workshop lyrics writing class, there I met Teacher R. He was a kind old teacher whose been teaching there for years (Actually they said he was my old music teacher but I dont remember him at all) In that class was my one other face to face classmate, F. At first I thought F was a teacher, nevermind he was a 12th grader! Not only that he was the Student Council President, Class President and Top student! So wow I thought, I get to meet and be friends with someone who would give me advantage to adjust in this school life again hooray...I thought we were equal when it came to music...nevermind he played ukulele, guitar, he can sing...and play the piano! When he played the piano my competitiveness arose, and I asked who taught him... It was none other than Teacher R! So I asked him to be my teacher, and I took up piano lessons, so starting every Tuesdays and Thursdays after class, I'll head down to the school's piano room for my piano lessons...

Sept2022-2023

I return to my old school, wow did it look familiar at the same time all so different! When did they install an elevator?! I thought wow cool, I'm probably gonna like it here, I found out that some of my old friends I've known since what--diapers? Nursery! Were still there, most of them were still there and only a few unfamiliar faces. I was a returnee student so some of them knew me and some didn't, There was also a new girl who enrolled along with me, Y. She's a Japanese girl who came to our country to study English. Problem is... This school require students to study CHINESE. Me and Y became classmates for our Chinese classes, with that we became good friends. After Chinese class I would go down to the piano room and she would follow along and hang around while I'm learning. A few days of that happened and eventually another girl approaches me, she's Cz. She became a really good friend to me and honestly I love her. The piano room soon filled with more new friends, the most frequent one who tend to make it their routine to join me as I take my piano lessons was Y, Cz, S, Rat, and Ax. Oh they were such fun friends but there was a growing problem... I started becoming really close with S... thats bad, i denied anything and said oh of course we're just friends (We were....WE ARE! Its just theres a bit of something?) And the problem was... Cz also started to like S! SO OH NO-- Two for one is not a good deal guys... So many problems happened but me and Cz never fought, we would give away our desires and would step back for the sake of the others happiness. S on the other hand was confused. S liked me (i didn't know that) and I liked S. We hung out together in a mall (Was it a date--) after that I didn't feel like it was working and Ax was just putting thoughts in my head that confused me all the more... So I distanced myself and Cz confessed to S... Confused, S confessed back to Cz and they became mu. They didn't date, but it was painful to see them so close together before... Eventually Cz realized she didn't like guys who liked her back (Red flag behavior but I love her back off, I'll protect her with my life) And we all took time to sort things out, eventually Me and S became friends again and got closer and closer, bonding over cosplay and anime and we planned to go to a con with a group of friends. So we did. We went to the con and we've been establishing that no feelings, just friends, just friends and nothing else... That con is a curse. The place was crowded, the lines were long, the sun was shining and it was really hot. From the lines the sun hit my eyes...ah...S gave me his jacket to cover my head... Okay thanks... As the line moves we were getting tired standing for hours to get in, S leaned on my backpack... his arms draped around my shoulders, (was I blushing or its just the heat) We got in and we stayed to watch a valorant match. Ah oh no... we got separated from our group of friends, we push our way through the crowds...I hold on to his backpack. It's really hard to do navigate this way... He took my hand and said it's just so we won't get lost. Ah so our friends are on the second level of the building, and there is only two escalators on each side, and both have really...really...really...long lines. So we stayed lining up, tired so tired... He was basically hugging my neck as he leans on me, oh my mind was racing indeed. we're just friends, we're just friends, we're just friends,we're just friends... In my head I would fight my battles, everytime his hand brushed my shoulder I would ask him what is he doing? You know what he'd do? (He's an MMA enthusiast, He loves to box, wrestle, sword fight, do martial arts and stuff) He'd CHOKE HOLD ME JOKINGLY Like I will bite your arm if you do that one more time! We're such goofy friends, I liked our dynamic, we understand one another... I like his personality... His laugh... everytime he would geek out and ramble on about robots, swords, video games and anime I just couldn't help but listen and find him interesting.

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Word count :2132

My alarm rang as usual at 6am meaning I had to get up to get ready for the day .I stretched  myself in bed and looked to my side to see a sleepy Eddie shirtless. He was sleeping facing down his hair all over the place but he still looked beautiful.

Anything that boy did was hot even the way he slept .I admire him for a few more Minutes before I decided to get up because I had to pee really bad with a sigh I got up from bed to head to the restroom .

Just as I was about to get up he shot his hands  to my waist and pulled me back into bed with him.

"You're not leaving me alone again ." He said sleepily his eyes were still closed .

"Baby I have to get ready for work ."I tell him

Softly placing a small kiss to the top of his nose .

"No,stay in bed with me ." He whined like a small kid

"Baby come on,or will be late. I want to get there early to grade some papers to hand them out today plus Nate and Ozzy are coming today ." He lets me go and gets up fast from bed pecking my lips beating me to the restroom.

I'm telling you he is more excited than I Am .

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I'm glad today was Friday. I needed a break from teaching and I was excited because Nathan was coming to stay with me from today till February28. I had a lot of things planned for us this weekend.

Liam's mother had called me yesterday morning letting me know about the new court date on March 1st the only reason she agreed to this new court date  was because she was getting stressed with Nate because his Autism and ADHD had gotten worse because she wouldn't give him

His medication or taking him to his therapies because she thought she didn't have anything that he was just a spoiled little brat who needed a good beating.that's one of the reasons she took him Away from us because in her head Liam and I were making everything up to make Nate stupid .

But why would we lie about what our son has?

He was diagnosed when he was just 3yrs old. He suffered from really bad anxiety and he couldn't be around where there were loud noises .

I remember when he was around a year old I was putting him down in his playpen. He started screaming and crying when one of his toys started making a really loud noise .

But back then I didn't know what was wrong with him.

But after Liam and I found out we understood everything he did .

How when he play with his toys he would align all the toys in s straight line

Or the fact he didn't start taking until a few months ago which I  wasn't there for his first sentence and that killed me .I remember when they took him away from us he will Babble and point to things the only words he knew were mommy and daddy .

When Liam and I heard him say those words we were the happiest parents in the world,he was 3 when he said them.

There was also this time before we knew he had sensory ,we already knew he had Autism and ADHD but sensory wasn't diagnosed yet.

Sensory information includes things you see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. SPD can affect all of your senses, or just one. SPD usually means you're overly sensitive to stimuli that other people are not. But the disorder can cause the opposite effect, too. In these cases, it takes more stimuli to impact you.

I remember taking him to his diagnostician and her explaining everything to us .Liam and i where scared as Fuck we where both still really young I mean we still are but we learn to educate ourselves about Autism for our son .

"Sensory-seeking behavior in childhood is the tendency to seek out sensory experiences across the five senses: sound, smell, taste, sight, and touch. Many kids who have this issue are thrill-seekers. They like jumping off of high places, such as playground equipment."That was stuck in my head for a while. I was afraid Nate would hurt himself .

I remember a new year back here at Hawkins Dustin and his friends had made a bonfire in lovers lake which I went with Liam and Nate .

Nate tried touching the fire and almost burned himself but Dustin got him before anything could happen and that same night when the kids were popping fireworks he picked up a firework that had a small flame and burned himself. It wasn't that bad but Scared the shit out of us the way he screamed .

We never Let Nate out of our sight but the times when Liam and I had to go to class or work he was going to the daycare and we were so scared to leave him alone ,That's when Liam and I got him a dog His name is "Ozzy." And he is a certified service dog and Nate's best friend .

Ozzy has helped Nate a-lot actually his anxiety has calm.He also alerts us when Nate is having a panic attack or anxiety attack .

Ozzy is with Nate 24/7 .Ozzy is aSiberian husky.

Last night I ended up telling Eddie about Nate being in the spectrum and how he needed Ozzy with him 24/7 plus Ozzy was also part of our family.

Eventually Eddie put everything together .

Flash back last night

"Is that why in new years we were on the balcony the whole time?" eddie ask

"Yeah ,cause we knew Nate couldn't take the noise especially not having Ozzy  with him,sometimes when is too loud he covers his ears and he says that the noise hurts him ,there was this time when we didn't know he had that, we went to an event Liam's mother was doing for charity and there was a lot people and alot of noise he started hitting his head on the table because he wanted the pain to go away ."I tell Eddie remembering that awful Night.

"Jesus Christ, is that bad? " eddie ask concerned

"Well he has actually gotten so much better especially when we got him his earphones that are soundproof ,but one thing we don't understand is how he likes to play the drums. You know it's loud but apparently he likes that sound ." I tell Eddie .

End of flashback

Eddie was ok with everything I told him ,he said that no matter what he still loved Nate and that he would get Gareth to teach him to play the drums and he would also teach him to play D&D.

Eddie is pretty excited knowing Nate would be staying with us for a month. I think he was more excited than Liam and I together .

Especially because he says he was getting another sheep for his Hellfire club .

Jesus Christ he was gonna take my son to the dark side with them .But I'm ok with that because I know my son would love them .

Last night Eddie went to sleep late trying to come up with a small campaign to introduce Nate to Hellfire club.

I love him for that .Eddie really is the best .

Now here I was grading papers and waiting for class to start .

Knock knock knock

The door to the class opens slowly making me turn my head to see who was walking in .

"Mommy !!!" I turn my head to see Nate and Ozzy walking in my classroom with Liam by his side .

Ozzy jumps into my lap and starts licking my face ."Hey buddy, you're excited to see me ." I cooed, giving him scratchies. His tongue was out to one side .

"Ozzy bear get down. I want to see mommy too ." Nate said sweetly to Ozzy who got down and sat on the floor .

Nate sat on my lap and hugged me, pecking my cheek "I love you mommy." He then  starts making meowing sounds when he sees my sweater .

"Meow ,meow,meow !!" He says touching the cats on my sweater

"You like my sweater ?" I ask him

"Mhmm." He hums

"Can I have a kiss?" I ask for permission because sometimes he doesn't like to be touched .

"Yes ,here ." He says pointing to his cheek

"Mommy is pretty ." He starts playing with a strand of hair I have loose in the front of my face .

"Nate is pretty too ." I peck his cheek

"Daddy is pretty and Daddy Eddie is pretty too and a Rockstar." He says softly

I raised my eyebrow and looked at my son who was still playing with my hair making a messy braid.

Did he just call Eddie his dad ,a big smile grew on my face .

"Nate couldn't wait any longer to see his mommy so I brought him by ,is that ok ?" Liam says, sitting down on my desk .

"Yes !!is more than ok ." I say excitedly peppering kisses all over Nate's little face .

Nate scrunches his nose with all the kisses I'm giving him .

"Mommy ,mommy can I stay and teach your class today !??" Nate asks sweetly cupping my face with his tiny hands squeezing my cheeks .

"Yes,but you're gonna have to be really strict not giving out the answer to anyone ok ." I smile at him and kiss his forehead .

"Yes !!" He jumps off from my lap and runs to go sit at my desk and turns on my computer .Ozzy follows him laying down next to him on the floor.

"We can meet after work at my apartment ." I tell Liam standing up to open the door to the classroom.

Checking the time in my watch seeing that it was 7:30am .

"Yes Of Course call me if anything ,I'm actually gonna be here right now in school

The whole day I'm helping with this charity event for my mother ."Liam tells me excitedly ,maybe he was hoping to spend more time with me but I don't know , and I know Eddie wouldn't like that at all .

"Wow that's great ,I'll guess I'll see you around ." I fake smile not being too excited to spend more time with Liam,the only reason we talk was because of our son. If not I wouldn't talk to him at all and  because of our  app thing .

I groaned mentally but from the outside I had a fake smile.

"I want to be close to Nate as much as possible. I might look for a place here in Hawkins but I'm still undecided. All I know is that I'll move wherever you and Nate are ." He says walking closer to me, our faces inches apart .

Yeah ,what is he doing ?

His hand goes to my cheek but I move away from his touch. I don't know what he is trying to do .

Before when he did that I would melt for his touch but now I don't feel anything .

I wasn't gonna fall for him anymore. I had already suffered enough for what he did.I did forgive him but I wasn't in love with him anymore .

"Liam ." I said softly

"Dani ,I'm sorry I-I really want to work things out between us if you let me ." Did he just say that ?? I can't believe him he actually wants to work things out right now that I'm in a relationship with Eddie which is wrong in my part because im his teacher but fuck I can't  seem to let go of him .He said what I w aged him to say so long ago and now here he was saying those I wanted to hear before . But now they mean nothing to me .

"Liam I can't, I love him ." I said softly

"Dani !! He can't give you what I can ,Jesus Christ !! He is still in High school !! What future do you have with him ." He whisper shout Moving his hands around

"I-I don't care if he doesn't have money ,I don't care about the stupid fancy shit ,because I love him ." I whisper shouted back at him .

We probably look like some kind of weirdos whispering shouting to each other .

"Dani, think about it please ." He leaned in to kiss my cheek ,I gently pushed him back putting my hand on his chest .

"Eddie!!!!"Nate runs from my desk jumping in Eddie's arms.Ozzy following behind.

My heart melts seeing my son so happy with Eddie and I’m also scared that Eddie might have heard something. Or worse for Nate to open his mouth and say something about Eddie and I.

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