#tmr high school au

[miryum]

Hello, Bottom (Newt x Reader)

Another high school AU where Y/n always calls Newt “bottom” due to his locker that’s below hers. One day, after years of pining and fretfulness, he finds confidence from deep within and sasses back.

“Hey, bottom.” You comment, rifling through your locker. 

Newt huffs and rolls his eyes. You laugh as he slams his locker door. “God, I hate that you call me that.” 

“Well, you are, aren’t you? You have the bottom locker.” 

Newt stands and leans against the wall. “I always enjoy these conversations of ours. Gives me something to look forward to in between classes.” 

“Glad I could be of such service.” 

Meanwhile, Thomas and Minho stand by the wall, waiting for Newt to finish with his things. 

“It’s nice he’s talking to her.” Minho shrugs. “Remember the two years he couldn’t say a word so it was just awkward silence whenever he had to squat down beneath her?”

“Yeah,” Thomas chuckles, “that was funny. But I would’ve thought he’d have the guts to ask her out by now.”

“It’s Newt.” Minho counters. “He’s like, the most passive person ever. He overthinks everything. What if she says no?” He mimics Newt in a bad rendition of a British accent, “What if she doesn’t like me back? Then it’ll just be awkward and she’ll hate me and it’ll be so embarrassing!”

“Okay,” Thomas says, “but Y/n’s gotta like him back. Who else makes funny sexual innuendos at their locker neighbor? I just ignore mine.” 

“True.” 

Newt walked over to his friends, an odd pep in his step. “Hey guys,” he chirps, “what’s up?”

“The sky.” Thomas says while Minho, at the same time adds, “Not your relationship with Y/n.” Thomas lets out a loud laugh and high- fives Minho. 

Newt huffs and rolls his eyes. “Bug off.” 

“She’s friends with Sonya.” Thomas offers, “Can’t you just ask your sister?”

“No!” Newt shudders at the thought. “That would be too embarrassing.”

“But then you would have a definitive answer.” 

“I guess,” Newt sighs. 

“Well I don’t know much about girls,” Thomas says, “but why don’t you just ask her out? You guys already talk a lot; it’s just the next step.”

“Ugh! You don’t understand.” Newt whines, clearly frustrated. “I like her too much to put our friendship on the line.”

“Friendship?” Thomas frowns. “What friendship? You guys are just locker buddies.” 

“We have History together!” 

“Do you guys talk in History?”

Newt groans then admits, “Sometimes. Not all the time… but sometimes.” 

“Just try to be more confident next time.”

“I’ll try.” 

**

“Hello bottom!” You greets. 

Newt lifts an eyebrow, Minho’s words coming back to him. A shot of confidence races through him. “I can assure you, I am not a bottom.”

Your mouth falls open and you can’t think of a retaliation. Slowly, you shut your locker and look down at the boy who is smirking up at you. 

“Pardon?”

Newt chuckles and stands heart- beatingly close to you. “You heard me.”

“It’s a busy hallway. Please repeat it.” 

“I said,” Newt breathes, “I am most certainly not a bottom.”

You took a deep breath. “Anyway to prove it?”

“How about I take you out Friday night and I’ll show you?” 

“I have been waiting so long for you to ask that.”

“Really?” Newt blinks, taken aback. 

“Yeah.” You smile, “You’re really fun to hang out with. Not to mention cute.” 

Newt smiles back, blushing slightly. He glances down at his feet before looking up and meeting your gaze. “I’ve had a crush on you for over three years.”

“Are you kidding me?” Your mouth falls open. “I’ve liked you for three years! Why didn’t we go on a date sooner?”

“I… have no idea.” 

“Well, I gotta get to class.” You say, “I’ll see you Friday?” 

“Yeah. I’ll see you Friday.” Newt grins. 

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

After a moment of standing still, not wanting to leave Newt, you reluctantly step away. “Bye.” You wave to him, joining your friends as you head off to class.

Newt floats over to Thomas and Minho, the latter who says, “You idiot! I told you she liked you!”

“Yeah, you were right.” Newt’s lovesick smile never faded. “She likes me.”

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter four — the willow tree

WORD COUNT — 2,390

WARNINGS — talk of parental death and parental abandonment, cheating, and divorce

NOTES — god i love this chapter with everything i have i'm not kidding

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Since your first ‘official’ group hang out last Friday, you’d nearly been jumping at any opportunity to hang out with the group. Sure, when you read into it it sounded borderline creepy, but you couldn’t help it. You’d never had that much fun with your friends before, even in the city, where pretty much anything and everything was at your fingertips. 

You could only compare it to the high you felt the first time you’d ever watched a musical in a theater. You were a freshman at the time, and your dad surprised you with tickets by calling you out of school in the middle of the day. You’d never forget the magical, light feeling that filled your chest throughout the show, watching everything happen all at once and so quickly, admiring the performer’s work in real time. It had been such a rush that, for the following four days, everything felt dull, and all you wanted was to relive that night over and over again for the rest of your life. 

Today was Thursday, and although everyone would be hanging out again tomorrow at Mickey’s, some of the group had decided to hang out at the park again, anyway. All of you did have some form of curfew for weeknights, so it would be bordering on sunset when you would meet at the park, before one by one, you’d all have to head home at one time or another. 

When you’d left school, it was agreed — everyone would meet at 6pm by the gate. But as you got home, and the evening crept onward to the time you were supposed to leave, the texts began trickling in, and before you knew it, almost everyone had canceled. Whether it was family obligations, chores, or — in Harriet and Sonya’s case — couple time to themselves, everyone who was involved in the initial plan had canceled, aside from Newt. 

Not long after the final cancellation text came through — Minho, saying that his parents had family coming into town and needed to help get the house ready — your phone began to ring from its place on your bed, where you sat writing the last few sentences of your history homework. 

You pushed the textbook and workbook from your lap, reaching for the phone only to see that Newt’s contact was the one lighting up your screen. You prepared for another cancellation excuse before pressing the bright green ‘accept’ button and holding the phone to your ear. “What’s up?”

Newt’s voice filtered through the speaker almost immediately. “We’re still hanging out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, we are,” you said, “but it’s just gonna be us, if that’s alright. Literally everyone else canceled.” 

“Really?” Newt asked, and you muttered a confirmation in response. 

You sighed, leaning back on your bed frame. “I know we were supposed to go to the park, but Minho has the key, so… is there anywhere else you’d wanna hang out?”

“Actually, yeah,” Newt replied. “I’ll be there to pick you up soon, yeah? Half an hour.”

“Got it.” You nodded. “Half an hour.”

With Newt’s final goodbye, you picked your book back up and finished off what little you had left of your history homework. As you did though, you thought about spending time with Newt, just Newt, and how you haven’t had the chance to do so since he gave you the tour of the school. The thought seemed to bring an untameable smile to your face. 

By the time Newt’s car appeared in the driveway, and Newt at the front door, you had packed all your schoolwork away, pushed your hair back (after attempting four different styles), and grabbed a hoodie to wear. Whatever makeup you’d put on at the beginning of the day was mostly worn off now, and you didn’t see a point in reapplying anything, because as long as your mascara and eyeliner weren’t majorly smudged, you were okay with how it looked. 

Newt came in after you greeted him at the door, giving you time to gather up what you needed to and to slip your shoes on, and he talked with Maggie and your dad as they watched a movie in the living room. When you finally stepped out of the house, the sky was painted with an array of oranges, fading into various pinkish red tones, and finally, a beautiful purple that got deeper and more rich the higher in the sky it went. 

“So, what are we doing tonight?” You asked as Newt reversed out of the driveway. 

“I was thinking we’d grab some food from Mickey’s and hang out over on the field by the school?” Newt suggested, turning onto the main road. “Nothing extreme, y’know? We have all night tomorrow to do that.”

You nodded and told him that it was a great idea, looking out the window as he drove. It was getting visibly darker with every passing moment, and the lights on Newt’s dash and radio were glowing a bluish green when he parked in front of the diner. When you stepped out, you were met with a subtle breeze, which was quickly overtaken by the warmth of the diner. 

It was quiet inside, with only a few straggling patrons scattered around. Mickey greeted you both at the counter with his usual bright smile as you sat on the stools, ready to order. “Aren’t you two supposed to be here tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but you know me, Mickey.” Newt smiled cheekily. “I just can’t get enough of your amazing food.”

Mickey laughed before taking your orders — you, another loaded burger meal and double chocolate milkshake, and Newt, a crispy chicken burger and vanilla milkshake. Newt ended up paying for the food, but only after you argued about it and settled on you paying for his food tomorrow. 

You admired the retro style of the diner as you sat and waited for your food to arrive, noticing all of the pictures on the walls, the vintage clocks, and achievements the establishment had seemed to receive over the many years it’d been running. Through the order window, though, you noticed a boy your age, frying up your burger. 

Newt seemed to read your mind and follow your line of sight, because not long after you noticed the boy, he told you, “That’s Frypan.” 

“Hmm?”

“The cook, back there.” Newt explained. “His real name’s Siggy, but everyone calls him Fry or Frypan. Even his parents, and Mickey. Frypan’s Mickey’s grandson.”

You only nodded, waving at Frypan along with Newt when he caught sight of you and smiled politely. Once Frypan was done with your orders, he bagged them up and brought it over to you at the counter. 

“What’s up, Newt?”

“Hey, Fry,” Newt said, scratching at the back of his neck. “Things good?”

“Yep,” Frypan nodded, handing over the bag of takeout, before looking over to you. 

You smiled at him again and said, “I’m Y/n. Thomas’... step-sister? I think.”

Frypan laughed and nodded, his smile wider than before. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“I think step-sister’s the right word,” Newt said. “Tommy told us about her, remember?”

“I remember,” Frypan nodded as he leant against the counter. “Said a lot about you when you guys would hang out and stuff. Didn’t you get him lost in Times Square once or something?”

You scoffed out a laugh. “I think he got that story mixed up. He was the one who got us lost. Dumbass thought he could get us around New York without a map because he’d been there a few times before. And he didn’t even go to Times Square any of those times, by the way.”

Both boys laughed at your retelling of the story as you smiled, watching Mickey place two to-go cups next to the bag of food. “There y’all go. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, guys. See you later, Fry.” Newt nodded, waving goodbye before standing and grabbing the bag of food. 

You waved the pair goodbye happily as you grabbed the drinks and slid out of the stool, following Newt out the door, blinds clanking on the door behind you, and back into the car. The sky had darkened exponentially since you’d been inside, and the brief breeze you felt when you arrived had taken a more permanent residence in the air, cooling your skin. 

As Newt headed over to the school, staying on the main road, you snacked on fries from the bag that rested on your lap. A song filtered through the speakers, muffled by the static of a distant radio tower, and dim street lamps lit the way for you. You would’ve been perfectly content simply sitting in the car and driving around until curfew, but Newt had other plans. 

He parked in the school parking lot, in one of the spaces closest to the field. It was unusual to see the parking lot empty, to see the school devoid of light and students lingering around. You and Newt stepped out of the car, and you followed him as he rounded the back, opening the trunk and pulling a thin blanket from it before heading out to the field, blanket tucked under one arm, a milkshake in hand and the bag of food in the other. 

Soon, one milkshake became two, along with a heavy bag filled with food, and you ended up handling a minor juggling act while Newt laid out the blanket at the base of the willow tree he pointed out to you on the first day. When he was done, he took his milkshake and the bag of food from you, allowing you to sit next to him on the blanket while he sorted out the food. 

For a little while, there was nothing but the sound of the wildlife at night while you enjoyed your food together. This, however, gave your mind time to wind down several paths of thought, and it didn’t take you long to put your burger back in its wrapper and face the blond to your left. 

“Why doesn’t Sonya have an accent?”

“What?” Newt asked, still chewing his food. 

“You have an accent.” You stated. “And Sonya’s only a year younger than you, so she should have an accent, too, right? But she doesn’t, so, why not?”

Newt swallowed his food, took a sip of his milkshake, and cleared his throat before speaking. “We moved here from London when we were pretty young. I was eight, and Sonya was almost seven. Small town people can be quite… harsh, but I didn’t quite mind what the kids in school were saying about how we talked. Sonya did, though. I guess kids in her grade were harsher toward her. Anyway, she started to train her voice to sound American, and now she doesn’t have an accent.” 

All you could think of to respond was nod. It seemed like a simple enough answer, despite how heartbreaking it really was, and so you left it at that and went back to eating your burger. No more conversation occurred between the two of you until you were cramming the empty wrappers and fry containers into the takeout bag. 

“Why’s your dad marrying Maggie?” 

Confused, your face scrunched as you looked at Newt. 

“You got to ask a question, so now I’m asking one.” Newt shrugged. “So, why’s your dad marrying Maggie?” After a moment, it seemed like Newt realized what kind of question he’d asked. “If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. I’m just curious.”

“No, no it’s fine.” You assured him, taking a deep breath. “It’s not his first marriage, or anything like that. And my mom wasn’t some horrible, evil woman he was just dying to get away from, either. He loved her. A lot. They met when they were teenagers and everything. She was a ballerina. A really beautiful one, too.” You explained. “When I was about seven, though, she got diagnosed with breast cancer. I can barely remember it anymore, but I know she was a great mom, and a great wife. She died when I was ten. Maggie’s the first woman I’ve met that’s been able to make my dad laugh like my mom used to.” 

Newt stayed silent for a few moments, the heavy atmosphere you brought to the conversation settling in your chests. He picked at a loose thread in the blanket before speaking. “I wish my mum could find someone like that.”

“Why?” You asked, your voice soft. “What happened to your dad?”

“He’s an asshole,” Newt snapped, tilting his head all the way back to look at the pieces of sky that poked through the leaves, leaning on his elbows for support. “He moved us halfway across the world, away from my mum’s family, away from her whole bloody life, for a job offer, only to quit and chase some bleach blonde woman who’s half his age to Florida and mail my mum divorce papers. He didn’t even have the decency to sign them in person.”

The anger and resentment Newt held for his father was clear in his tone, rolling off his words in harsh waves. 

Hesitantly, you placed a hand over Newt’s twisting your body to fully face him. “You’re right, Newt. Your dad is an asshole. And he missed out on watching you grow up, on seeing you turn into one of the kindest, most caring people I’ve ever met. But that just means that you didn’t need him to be the person you are today.”

Though Newt’s eyes remained on the sky, you could see tears gathering along his waterline, the gleam of the stars reflecting within them. For a moment, you both stayed that way, until Newt shifted and pulled your body into his, arms wrapping around your neck as he gripped you in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him a little closer. The heavy atmosphere felt a little lighter, now, and you did, too, knowing that something between you and Newt had shifted, that you knew each other better now. 

After the mood lifted, you both finished your drinks and laid back on the thin, cold blanket, hands on your stomachs as you talked and looked at the sky through the drooping curtains of the willow tree’s leaves.

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[bingbongsupremacy]

The Letter Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem! reader

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Homophobia

Summary: Ellie and Y/N are in two very different social groups at school. One day when Y/N's crush is cruelly exposed in front of the whole school, Y/N is brutally shot down. Finally, four years later the two run into each other again.

(I changed it to four years so reader could go to college)

High School AU

Next part will probably be the last part. I'll probably upload it tmr.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

*****

Ever since the assembly my life turned into hell. Ellie dropped me as a tutor and I was placed with some random guy who constantly reminded me of what happened. Kids snickered in the halls. Certain teachers would shoot me looks of disapproval. Kids I've never talked to stuffed church pamphlets into my locker or invited me to church.

It went on for the last few months of my senior year. Whenever any major event took place, Vivian was sure to point me out in the bleachers and remind everyone what happened.

It got to the point where I stopped going to assembly's

At least I had Dina and Jesse. They stood by me through it all. I don't know what would've happened without them.

Whenever I saw Ellie in the halls I dodged her. If I didn't, she'd clearly talk about me to her friends who'd snicker and agree.

That stupid fucking letter made my life hell.

-----Five Years Later-----

My car beeps as I lock it. I glance up at the familiar bright sign before quickly making my way into the supermarket.

Things have changed.

With one look around I can already tell they remodeled the place. I have no idea where any of the shit Dina sent me to get is.

I guess that's what I get for staying away so long. I honestly didn't plan on coming back but I miss Dina and Jesse. I fell horrible staying away all these years.

The store is mostly empty. I mean, who the fuck wants to be out at 11 o'clock at night.

I look around for one of the workers. There has to be someone here.

A small laugh catches my attention.

A long strip of smoke floats up into the air. As I walk closer to the register I start to notice a smell: weed.

" Um, hey. Can you help me? " I ask, peeking over the side of the register.

A head jumps up in surprise, bumping against the top of the checkout stand. " Fuck. " They mutter in surprise, rubbing their would with the hand not holding the joint.

" Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. "

The woman shakes her head, shoving her phone into her back pocket. She snuffs the joint out. " It's fine. " She reassures me, not looking up. " Just don't call my boss, yeah? Fuck, I can't get another write up. Fucking Kaylee with have my ass. " She mutters.

I smile at her disheveled appearance. She obviously wasn't planning on anyone coming in. " Chill, I'm not a rat. I don't care what you do. I just need some help finding some stuff. It's been a while since I've been here. " I hand her the list.

I glance over her hunched form. She nods. Her hair is messily pulled back into a half up bun. A light green vest covers some band tee.

I glance down at the the register.

My heart stops.

" Ellie? "

The womans' head snaps up in confusion. The confusion soon spreads to surprise. " Y-Y/N? Fuck, is that you? " Her poster straightens and her grip on my list becomes visibly tighter.

Ellie's face looks much more tired then in high school. She looks much more mature.

My emotions hit me like a brick wall. Every angry and sad feeling I went through senior year comes tumbling back. Every mocking sentence and rude word hits me like a ton of bricks. It feels like I'm going through it again.

At the same time seeing her activates the old crush I had. While my heart feels like it's being torn to shreds, my stomach does summer saults.

My jaw tightens and I reach for the paper. " I don't need your help. " I mutter. I'll be damned if I let her into my life again. Even if it's just for a few minutes. " I'll go to another store. "

Ellie steps back, holding my paper away. With a head shake, she responds. " What other store? It's fucking Jackson. We're the only store here. "

She's right. We both know it.

" Then...then I'll just get it myself. Give me my fucking list. " I hold out my hand.

" Can we please talk. " Ellie's brows are furrowed. " I- "

I roll my eyes. " I have no interest in talking to you, Williams. " I snap. " Fine, I'll fucking find everything without it. " I begin walking away.

" Fine! " Ellie's voice trails after me. " Look, you don't have to talk to me. "

Fuck, what the hell did I put on that list? Why the hell did I give it to her? Fuck fuck fuck.

I think I'm supposed to get mayo? Wait no. Why the fuck would I need Mayo?

" All you have to do is listen. Please, Y/N. I know I don't fucking deserve it after what I put you through-what I did, but please. Just give me a few minutes of your time. " Ellie begs.

I turn to the girl. She doesn't look like the confident girl I knew years ago. She looks...regretful?

I sigh. " Fine. You have three minutes. "

A small smile of relief flashes across Ellie's features. " Fuck, thank you. "

I nod stiffly, crossing my arms across my body.

" I was a fucking asshole in high school. " Ellie swallows. " I let my friends dictate the way I acted. All I wanted was to be popular. During Freshman year, I got bullied so I started playing a bunch of sports. I befriended a bunch of jocks and eventually a bunch of other assholes who hung around them. I became one of them. I was so fucking scared of losing my place in the group. " Ellie blushes slightly. She glances up at the ceiling, obviously not proud of what she's telling me.

" Anyways, I did a bunch of fucked up shit to stay with them. What I did to you was by far the fucking worst. " Her green eyes meet mine. " And I'm so fucking sorry. I really am. The day of the assembly Vivian came into the room and took your letter out of your sketch book. She didn't tell me what was in it. I knew it was fucked up whatever she was planning, but I didn't think it'd be that bad. I thought she'd just...I don't know...Show a not so great picture you drew off to the school-which is still a dick move-but I didn't know what she was planning. " Ellie nervously wrings her wrist.

" I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. I was so cruel to you. So fucking mean. " Ellie looks up at me. " I knew what I was doing was wrong and I still did it. I could've said something to help but I-I didn't. I was a fucking coward and I'm so sorry. I think about it all the time. What if I was you? What if it had been me? What if I had been outed in front of the school? What if people treated me the way they had treated you? What if I treated me the way I treated you? I was so scared people would find out I'm gay. I wasn't ready for people to know. I guess...I guess I thought that if the attention was on you, I could continue sneaking around without people finding out. I can't hide forever though, Y/N. And these past few years I've realized just how bad you had it. I'm so sorry. I don't know if you can ever forgive me, but I understand if you can't. Honestly, if I were you, I fucking wouldn't. " Ellie's face is red from embarrassment and shame.

She was scared. She was scared of what people would think if they knew she was gay.

" I was scared, Ellie. I was so fucking scared. I didn't want anyone to know either. I never planned on giving you that note. It was a stupid crush. Even though I was scared, I never would've done that shit to you. I never would've talked shit about you in front of my friends or mocked you in public or at games. " I'm so torn. I don't know how I feel.

Ellie nods, closing her eyes. " Fuck, I'm sorry. "

" I don't hate you Ellie. "

" You don't? " Ellie's voice is surprised.

I shake my head. " No. I just don't know if I can trust you. You hurt me so much. "

Ellie thinks for a moment. " Maybe there's a way I can make it up to you. "

I cock my head to the side, slightly skeptical. " How? "

" How long are you in Jackson? " Ellie leans against a shelf.

" About a week, why? " I'm supposed to be hanging out with Dina and Jesse all week.

" Perfect. Give me five days. I promise, I'll fix what I fucked up. If I can't, you never have to talk to me or see me again. I swear to god I will never talk to you again if you want. Just give me a week. " Ellie's gaze is unmoving, much more confident then moments ago.

Should I trust her? What if she does something? Well she did just bare her fucking soul to me.

With a sigh I reply. " Fine. I'll give you a week. "

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@octavias-next-meat-bite @ximtiredx

[loveywon]

♡𓂃SLAP ME !

pairing: jeongin x (gn) reader

wc: 1.9k

synopsis: you can't hurt your soulmate physically, so what happens when you accidentally hurt jeongin?

warnings: soulmate au, uni au, friends 2 lovers, cursing, reader gets slapped LMAO, beomgyu, isa, heeseung, and ningning mentioned, not proofread, umm I think that's it

a/n: pulled this outta my ass... n i have an 8am final tmr… SOMEONE PREPARE MY DEATH BED!!!!!

You’ve only met Jeongin recently, you’d say for about two weeks, thanks to mutual friends. He was sweet, and had the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life.  You think you’re lucky to have met him, he does not wrong in your eyes.

Though, he’s quite clumsy. He’s spilled pepsi and fanta on your friends multiple times (total times of five - not that you’re keeping count), dropped a whole pizza box, and slipped and tripped in front of everyone in the dining halls. He’s never spilled anything on you, which is quite surprising considering he’s been next to you every time he has spilled something.

He would always turn to you, giving a slight awkward chuckle before helping his friend grab some napkins and wiping them off (which does literally nothing, their clothes are stained for life now). 

As to why he somehow never spills his drink on you? He thinks he knows the answer. 

“Jeongin, you do know that in this world, you can never hurt your soulmate, physically, and they also can not hurt you,” His mother explained to him one night in bed when he was thirteen, just about to graduate middle school. He’s half asleep, but he still listens to what his mom says as she kisses him on the forehead goodnight. 

“Mom! I’m too old for you to tuck me in every night still,” He pouts, though his eyes are closed and his lips soon curve into a slight smile. His mother only laughs softly at his antics before leaving his room. 

Jeongin never considered himself to be a hopeless romantic. He never really paid much mind to love. Of course he found people pretty, but he’s never thought about dating, or actually finding his real soulmate. He doesn’t think it’s weird, but his friends always make comments and ask him if he’s lonely and if they want their help to find his soulmate. 

He’s patient, and he’ll wait for his soulmate to find him.

“Y/n, this is my friend, Jeongin,” Heeseung gestures towards a boy with wavy, soft brown hair. You look meticulously at him, and Jeongin thought he had an eye booger or something that caused you to look at him so weirdly. He panics, reaching for his face to find whatever you’re judging him for. That’s when you crack a toothy smile, grinning at him.

“Hi! Nice to meet you. Heeseung told me you’re a bioengineering major. I’m a neuroscience major.” You greet excitedly, and the difference between how you stared at him and the way you spoke almost gave him whiplash.

You’re happy that Heeseung introduced you to Jeongin. You know about the soulmate thing, it’s all your friends have bugged you about. They’ve all found their soulmate in freshman year of college or some time during high school, yet you’re still lagging behind.

But still, you doubt that Jeongin could actually be your soulmate. It seemed too good to be true, really. He was cute, had personality like a saint, funny, and had sharp features that always made you stare for longer than you should be, and you think there’s no way he hasn’t found his soulmate yet. 

It’s as if it’s unspoken between the two of you. You don’t bring up soulmates, and neither does he. Whenever you two hang out in a group, it always gets brought up but both you and Jeongin stay quiet until the subject is changed, just smiling and nodding along. 

It’s not like it was bothering, of course not! It was just that, you knew you wanted Jeongin to be your soulmate. You liked him! Maybe a little too much, and now you’re afraid to act upon anything because the romanticized idea of Jeongin that you curated in your head leads you to believe that he definitely has a significant other. 

A little part of you still likes to be a little delusional as you don’t even bother to wait for a bit to answer his texts. You always answer immediately, despite knowing (assuming) that he has another soulmate waiting for him.

You and a group of friends, including Jeongin, are out bowling because Jeongin suggested it, and even though he did get bullied in the groupchat for even suggesting such a lame sport, you all met up at the bowling alley. 

The ever so competitive Jeongin that he is, he decides to start a competition. “Heeseung, you think you can score more points than me?” He wiggled his brows tauntingly, and of course, Heeseung would never back down from a challenge proposed by his best friend. 

“Me, Gyu, and Isa will be on one team, and you, Y/n, and Ningning will be on the other team, okay?” Heeseung proposed to Jeongin, as he simply agreed. As if you and your other friends weren’t sitting there, unable to choose what team you wanted to be on.

“What the hell? I wanna be on Hee’s team,” you frown, obviously joking as you cross your arms over your chest. Jeongin fakes offense, palm pressed against his heart, “What?? What’s wrong with being on my team?? We can win, Y/n, I believe in you and Ningning!” He cheered encouragingly, giving you and Ningning a thumbs up and a wide dimpled smile.You roll your eyes, looking away from him to hide the smile that’s fighting to appear on your face. 

If only you knew how bowling works.

When it’s your turn, you hesitatingly get up from your seat and walk to grab a bowling bowl. You stand awkwardly in front of your lane, and despite seeing everyone else go before you, you haven’t caught on a single thing on what to do. 

Jeongin senses your hesitation (more like he was getting impatient because he desperately wanted to win against Heeseung) and gets up from his seat to assist you. He walks up behind you, and you’re too confused to even hear him get up from his seat, so when his hand lands on your shoulder, you drop the heavy, 14 pound bowling ball (you didn’t check the weight beforehand) onto Jeongin’s foot.

Obviously, his first reaction is to be dramatic and yell an “OW!”, but he realizes there is no actual pain running through his body. You’re too busy panicking, because holy shit, that probably hurts like balls (haha)! You’re onto your knees in an instant, trying to help ease the pain but you don’t know what to do because his shoe is in the way to check for any injuries. 

“Are you okay? Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, really!” You say repeatedly, looking up at him from your position. He panics seeing you down on your knees for him and he instantly holds your shoulders up to make you stand up. 

His throat is dry, and he doesn’t really know what to say. Did he really feel no pain? He just had to test it again.

He grabs the bowling bowl that’s left forgotten on the ground after your panic, and he hands it to you. “Can you drop it on my foot again?” He asks you, and your eyes bulge out of your head. 

“What?! Are you a masochist or something? No!” You refuse, you’re confused as to why he’s asking for you to drop it on him again. Your panic hasn’t settled yet to put the pieces together yet. 

“Please! Just do it,” he almost begs, pushing the ball towards your chest as you stare at him bewildered. You hesitate to grab the ball, but he looks like he’s about to get on his knees like you did previously just for you to drop a ball on him again. 

You sigh, biting your bottom lip as you drop the ball. You visibly wince when the bowling ball drops on his foot once more, and this time Jeongin is more prepared to await a reaction.

Nothing. No pain. 

A bright smile cracks onto his face. He’s the happiest man on earth right now, he’s so happy he thinks he could cry. He remembers telling Heeseung to finally introduce you to him when he first spots you and Heeseung walking together to class one time on campus. Jeongin was going to go up to him to say hi, but he stopped in his tracks after seeing you. He’s never seen you before, and he thinks that you may be the person that Heeseung has been talking to him about for a few weeks now. 

“I saw them, the person you’re talking to, on campus today!” Jeongin says excitedly as he meets up with Heeseung at the dining hall.

Heeseung gives him a confused look with an eyebrow raised, “What? I didn’t see them all day…are you talking about Y/n? That’s just my friend, we share religious class together.” Jeongin stifles a shocked face. He’s happy, you were incredibly attractive, so he was a bit relieved to hear that you were just a friend to Heeseung.

“In that case, can you introduce me then?”

When Jeongin doesn’t react to the ball dropping on his foot, you stare at him weirdly. Maybe he is a freak and a masochist and liked being hurt, because you swear that bowling ball said fourteen whole pounds. 

“Slap me, right now, seriously!” He says, a bright smile painting his face. You only give him a blank stare.

“Jeongin, I’m not gonna feed into your fantasies, you’re being a little weird, not gonna lie…” You trail off, but you swear you’ve never seen him smile that brightly before. All your other friends are just staring at the two of you oddly, some deciding to go onto their phones because it’s not the first time you and Jeongin have been in your own world whenever you all hang out. They never minded, they were secretly all rooting for you two to get together.

“Y/n, do you trust me?” Jeongin asks you suddenly, ignoring what you just said. You raise a brow at him. Of course you trust him, you think he broke the world record for gaining your trust in such a short amount of time. 

“...Yeah,” you reply a bit stand-offish, because he really is being a little weird, but at the same time, it’s Jeongin. You know him, or at least, you like to think that you know him and that he would never do anything to hurt you (not like he can, anyway).

Jeongin’s hand reaches out to your face, and for a moment, you panic. What is exactly going on, and what is doing? Is he going to touch your face? Is the moment you’ve been dreaming about finally coming?

He slapped you. He literally, physically, slapped you across the face. 

Your jaw drops to the floor. Your head is turned to the side because of the slap, but there is no after-sting and your cheek isn’t red from the slap. And that’s when it clicked.

“Okay, I get that we’re like, soulmates and everything, but you’re never slapping me again. You didn’t even have to slap me! You could have just told me like a normal fucking person??” You want to yell at his face, but you can’t help the excited grin that graces your features because Jeongin is your freaking soulmate. 

“Um…sorry. Got excited I guess. You can slap me in return if you want!” 

PERM. TAGLIST @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs !

[nxwtonsxngster]

oooh writing questions!

1 Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic. 🌈

2 Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? 🌈

7 Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 🌈

8 Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 🌈

11 Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby? 🌈

15 If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose? 🌈

hiii ty for asking! love the rainbows 🌈

1- definitely found family! i write these all the time, they’re so easy to come up with and never fail to warm my heart 🩷

2- omg i wanna try writing enemies to lovers one day! it feels like such a complex trope to come up with, i would make my characters fall in love way too easily haha

7- *digging through my unpublished google docs*

“And without even noticing it, we went from something’s missing to a family.”

this is actually a line that i’ve reused in a few of my fics about jorge adopting minho, i feel like it fits them so well in every universe. i cannot describe how important it is to me, how two broken characters learn how to heal and love themselves through the eyes of the family they never knew they were missing, the way they learn how to love someone in a way they never loved anyone before 🥹🥹➰➰➰

8- same context as question 7! unpublished tst AU, a pre-family conversation (don’t mind the english pls it was written a few years ago back when i was still a bilingual baby)

“What’s the role of a parent ?” Minho asked instead.

“Hm,” Jorge thought about it. “I’d say, guiding your children, taking care of them, protecting them from the danger around, comforting them, always being worried for them, whether they’re right here or miles away. Always watching them, even when they don’t know you are. Always making them your number one priority.” He paused, before his eyes widened. “Oh, and the most important thing : loving them unconditionally.”

Minho laughed. “It sounds like you when you’re around me.”

Jorge tilted his head. “Does it ?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Minho answered. “I mean, I don’t know if you love me, let alone unconditionally, but you guide me. Actually, you guide all of us through the mountains, but… it’s different when it’s just me.”

“How’s that ?”

“I don’t think you even notice,” Minho laughed. “During the day, even if we don’t talk, you look out for me ; you glance at me to make sure I’m still here, you quickly put your hand on my shoulder, you hand me a bottle when you see I’m thirsty, you smile at me when you see I’m tired and discouraged… You’re always with me, in a way or another.”

“Oh,” Jorge said. “Hah, you’re right, I’ve never noticed I was doing all of that. But I do know I’m worried about you ; I just didn’t know you could see it.”

“I can, and I appreciate it. A lot.”

i think i really love this dialogue because it reflects how they naturally click in a family dynamic! and ofc i love writing pre-family eheh

11- i don’t think i have any passions tbh (,,okay maybe tmr) so i’d say it’s a fun hobby!

15- definitely the one i’m writing now!! a teaser would be:

vince and jorge, age 45, meet in the library of a small town by the sea. 27 years ago, vince and jorge, age 18, meet in the high school of that same town by the sea. aka, how the past has to be unfolded to fix the present :)))

i would cry watching this movie

[kahatesevryone]

Hiii I wanna talk ab “honey love!” My tmf drake coffee shop au :3

We’ll mainly just the characters in stuff lol

(Also if anyone wants to make a fanfic or smth out of my au pls credit me and tell me I’d love to see it!! :3)

Jake is a nice and encouraging well meaning 19 year old young man who attends rose meadow collage as a freshman he works at a local coffee shop near the collage. He often spends his time singing or playing music, you can often see him hanging out with his childhood friend daisy or with his new found friends Hailey, Zander, Luke, Milly, and Sean. He’s a guy who just wants to get there collage and maybe become a well known singer??!👀 so far his collage life Jade been pretty boring lately untill he meets a plum haired guys who’s kinda of…anyways! Jake is happy to meet you! ^_^

Drew is a pretty chill guy but is often annoyed by his two friends Henry and Liam. He’s also an 18 year old freshman in college he’s a business major to take on the family business when he’s older. He comes from quite the wealthy family. He is often studying or playing/ hanging out with his best friends who has self proclaimed then selves as the “dromies”, other then his good friends he has lia who’s been his friends sense high school they’ve gotten quite close in the last few year after finding out they have a bit in common. There’s also his annoying ex gf who keeps bothering him sometimes. He’s also quite popular with his classmates except for a certain group of people, he will admit he’s a bit ashamed of his actions and behavior in highschool… he wants to make admen’s but thinks it’s to late so he stays always from them.

Okay I’m gonna do Liam, Henry, lia and maybe zoey (zoey isn’t gonna be in this story to much 💀) and Hailey, daisy and milly tmr sense it’s getting late 😭

[tonnbonn]

IVE GOT IT, A FUCKING STUPID PROMPT FOR A LAZYTOWN FIC WHOOPIEEEEE

OKAY SO to start off, 1980s to maybe early 2000s still deciding, but a high school au around those times and OF COURSE sportadweeb is like the new exchange student yeah yeah sue me IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER OKAY anyways robbie ofc has his lil dream team and through out the course of the story, it'll basically be based off of sayyyy a little bit of grease (musicals inspire me it'smandatorybeing a theatre kid), maybe oh idk pretty in pink, DIFFIDENTLY THE BREAKFAST CLUB, and for aesthetics I'd like to heavily incorporate a wes Anderson feel (did I also mention itll be in the format of a silly little picture book) SO YUP TMRS MONDAY AND AT SCHOOL I'LL START ORGANISING CHARACTERS and if I'm lucky enough I'll start writing the PROLOGUE YAAAAYYYY

[shuck-it-slinthead]

aaaaah im looking for some modern au tmr fics but i cant seem to find much! could anyone give me some recs? preferably if it's a high school setting but i dont mind

[biniize]

→ LOVE SO INFINITE : SUNGCHAN SMAU

synopsis. jung sungchan just can’t seem to get over you after you guys broke up two years ago. he still is madly in love and is determined to get you back.

genre. smau + written chapters, ex lovers to lovers, slow burn (?), fluff & angst, maybe suggestive scenes, romance, high school au

features. all of riize, boynextdoor members, le sserafim sakura & chaewon, itzy chaeryeong & much more

disclaimer. yn’s face claim is rei from ive

notes. first ever smau, hopefully all goes well !!

status. ongoing

taglist. open, ask if you wanna be added

→ PROFILES

spice girls | therapy wanters

→ CHAPTERS

01. she blocked me?!

02. gymjinsu is obsessed

03. future vice president

04. someone pinch me rn

05. i can’t compete with you

06. head over heels

07. fate?

08. wrong account buddy

09. tmr, we ball

+ tba

[miryum]

Snack Saver (Newt x Reader)

You know the drill folks, it’s fic dumping time. I have three coming out right now (all shorter than I would like them to be) and a request I have yet to write.

Warnings: fluff that I crave, reader being in theatre (can be high school or college) and being a upperclassmen 

Newt sat at his desk, engrossed in his maths homework. He had to finish this and then his history homework, along with studying for science. 

Just as Newt was getting into the zone, his phone pinged. He groaned but left it on the other table. Soon after, his mind forgot about it and dove back into his work. However, his phone soon pinged again. Then again. Then it started ringing. 

Sighing, Newt twisted around and grabbed it. Seeing the caller ID, his frustration lifted a bit and he answered it.

“Hello, love,” Newt said to his girlfriend.

“Thank god.” Y/n breathed, immediately making Newt’s heart race in concern. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Y/n laughed slightly at his concern. “It’s just, I’m at theatre practise…”

“I know. Do you need anything?”

“Yes, actually.” Newt could hear Y/n’s anxiety from the other side of the phone. “It’s a late practise; we end around six pm. And I forgot to bring snacks. I was wondering if you could drive over with some food?” Newt let out a little chuckle, which Y/n took the wrong way. “Or you don’t have to!” She quickly backtracked. “I’m so sorry! I’m sure you were doing more important things and I just thought-”

Newt shook his head, even though Y/n couldn’t see it. “No, love, it’s okay! I’ll bring a couple of snacks. It’s just… I love you.”

Y/n, confused but happy, replied, “I love you too, Newt. Thank you so much! I’ll wait outside the school for you.”

“No need. I’ll come in and finish my homework so I can give you a ride home.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I’m your boyfriend. I don’t need to, but I want to.”

“Thank you, Newt.” Y/n said, sounding genuinely thankful and relieved. 

“You’re welcome. Bye.”

“Bye!”

Newt scooped up his homework, binders and textbooks weighing him down. He then went to the kitchen, grabbing some snacks he knew Y/n would love. Loading it all into his beat-up car, he coaxed the engine into starting and headed down the road. When he reached the school he had only left an hour earlier, Newt piled up all his things and trooped inside. Y/n was waiting for him outside the auditorium, her foot tapping nervously. “Oh, you’re here!” She rushed towards him, grabbing the food out of his hands and ripping open a package. 

“Love the food more than me?” Newt chuckled.

“Right now, yes. But thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Y/n reached up and kissed Newt on the cheek. 

“Be very hungry,” Newt answered, trying to sound as serious as possible.

Y/n laughed and led him into the auditorium. The other people in the play were sitting about, taking a break before the next scene. The couple was greeted by a chorus of, “Newt!” and “It’s Y/n’s boy-toy!” 

Y/n waved them off while Newt called out, “I’m only here on a snack emergency!” Some cast members groaned at the response while others laughed. 

Newt settled into a seat next to Y/n’s backpack as Y/n gave him a peck on the lips before running towards her friends with her pile of snacks. 

During the next couple of hours, Newt hardly got any school work done as he sat, memorised, at his girlfriend. His pencil was poised over his paper, never fully completing a thought, but he didn’t mind. Newt was happy simply watching her perform. Y/n came to life while she was onstage, as he had told her many times before. When Y/n wasn’t rehearsing, she sat next to Newt, head on his shoulder as they quietly conversed, occasionally sneaking a kiss or two while some freshmen looked on with jealousy. 

After Y/n’s rehearsal was finished and she had said her goodbyes, Newt shouldered his backpack and led her to his car. “Thank you again, Newtie,” Y/n whispered as they walked, Newt holding her hand gently. 

“Anytime. If you need anything, at any time, call me. It could be midnight or halfway around the world, and I will always be there for my love and forever partner.”

“Really?!” Y/n looked at him, wide- eyed.

“You think I would ever give you up?” New shook his head, chuckling. “Never.”

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter fourteen — a rom-com happy ending

WORD COUNT — 2,841

WARNINGS — pure fluff, weddings

NOTES — i can't believe it's already over :( well, not really bc this series will always live in my head, way into their college years, but for now this is the end <3

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Ever since your Uncle Mark started staying in the guest room and wedding prep picked up even more, your house was never quiet. Between final food tastings, organizing the tables and stationary, plus the horrendous amount of extra schoolwork you were dealing with due to a new semester starting up, life never slowed down. 

Things at school got better, so long as you ignored Newt in any way, and focused on your college applications and spending time with Brenda. Plus, your uncle Mark made sure to spend all his extra time with you, since you hadn’t seen him in two years. 

He and Maggie’s brothers got along well, and made the house extra vibrant as everyone got to know one another over game nights and dinners. The very first night you’d met them — Maggie’s brothers, George and Dean — they embraced you lovingly, claiming that Maggie had always wanted a daughter. 

Valentine’s Day started with a bright dawn and a calm air, and you could tell even with the cold that it was a beautiful day for a wedding. The day started early, at around 5am, with Maggie shaking you awake, offering you a toasted waffle and travel mug of coffee. The house was void of men and instead filled with the women of the bridal party, all running around and getting ready in different parts of the house in order to have things done on time. 

Everyone had their dresses in different places, and you and a woman named Sarah did each other’s makeup in your bedroom by the desk before taking turns getting dressed and finding your purses, accessories, and proper coats. 

Maggie was already on her way to the church in just her makeup by the time everyone was ready, leaving you to lock up the house and pile into one of the three cars occupying the driveway. You texted with Brenda, Harriet, and Sonya on the car ride, talking about the reception happening later on. 

You and Thomas were allowed to bring your friends to the reception (with Brenda and Jorge being the exception, as they were invited to the ceremony), something that your parents agreed upon not long after they told you about the proposal. Since the bonfire, though, the group was shattered, and you really only talked to the girls for now. Thomas was inviting everyone else who wanted to come, though, so you’d see everyone there, anyway. 

One thing you did notice, through the bustle and stress of the wedding and finals, was that your friends had been acting odd, to say the least. Thomas was the same, but every one of your friends were exchanging an unsettling amount of smiles and glances — not just the girls, but Gally and Minho, too. You’d even asked them about it one day, but they all refused to give you an answer. 

You shook the thoughts from your head and texted the girls to update them on where you were. They were all excited for the wedding, and you were, too. Everything about this day had felt spectacular so far, and you couldn’t wait to actually see Maggie and your dad get married. 

The church was empty for now, but you and the girls all filed into the bridal suite, where Maggie sat, pinning up her hair into the most elegant style you’d seen. Since her hair was neck length and wavy, it was difficult to get her hair into a style that looked nice. However, she managed to take some strands from the front to frame her face, while still having the majority of the upper half of her hair pinned back with pearl beaded pins, her waves still flowing free. 

You almost cried at how wonderful she looked, before realizing it was up to you and two other bridesmaids to help her into her dress. 

If you hadn’t been emotional before, you definitely were now. 

Maggie looked like she’d stepped right out of a fairytale. Her bodice and sleeves were mesh, patterned with intricate lace, her skirt made of silk with a slight volume to it and lots of movement. The lace pattern bled into the skirt, blending well with the silk and forming it into a cohesive piece. 

Everyone’s compliments overlapped as you took her hands in yours, the both of you smiling widely at one another. 

With a gentle squeeze of your hands, and a knock on the door from her brothers, ready to walk her down the aisle, Maggie sighed. “Well, ladies, I think it’s just about time I got married, don’t you think?”

The ceremony was, to say the least, perfect. 

Out of the entire bridal party, you were the last to walk down the aisle, with Chuck and Thomas on either arm, all three of you beaming like sunshine. 

Your dad, along with everyone in the church, welled with tears upon Maggie’s entrance, both  of her brothers on her arm. Everything went without a hitch, and you must have ran through a pack or two of pocket kleenex. You’d never be able to replicate the joy in your heart when your dad finally called Maggie his wife. 

To no one’s surprise, the reception started strong and continued to stay that way. The hall looked absolutely amazing, with round tables and white wicker chairs, beautiful flower centerpieces. In the few-hour long break between the ceremony and the reception, Sonya, Harriet, and Brenda’s attitudes have kicked up in suspicion, but all things considered, you simply brushed it off. You had a lot more to worry about today than their behavior, and one of those things was your speech. 

All of your friends sat at a table near the front, watching your uncle wrap up his speech. Thomas and Chuck were going to do one as the best men, but didn’t quite know what to say, so they passed that duty onto Mark. One of Maggie’s friends offered to do the same for you, but you had already started with an idea, and this was too important to pass off. 

With shaking hands and messily written index cards, you stepped up to the microphone next to your parents table, smiling at the people around you. You kept your eyes on Maggie and your dad, though, for the most part. 

Clearing your throat, you leaned into the mic and began your speech. “I know that there’s a lot of people here who might not exactly know who I am, but I’m very glad to be here to share this day with all of you. I’m the daughter of the groom, and my name is Y/n. I want to start by congratulating my dad and Maggie, who I can say, deep in my heart, I know were meant to be together. Sure, it took them a while, but I guess finding ‘The One’ takes time, right?” You took a deep breath, adjusting the cards in your hands, finding that you didn’t need them any more. “I’ve only known Maggie for about four years, but she’s one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I’ll forever be grateful for all of the things she’s helped me and my dad through, and for always being there. Maggie, you and your boys have changed everything in our lives, and there won’t be a day that I won’t be thankful for that. You showed my dad how to love again, and you didn’t hesitate for a second to share that love with me, too.” 

You were only looking at Maggie, now, eyes wet with tears and a smile stretching your face. “And it’s because of that love and dedication that I am proud to be here today, with all our friends and family, and be able to call you my mom.” 

You watched the emotions change on your parents faces and laughed lightly. “I can only finish this off by saying that I hope that everything the both of you want out of life comes to you, and to tell you that I love you both to the moon and back.” 

Quietly, you stepped away from the microphone and walked over to an already standing Maggie, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I love you so much, honey,” she whispered, kissing the side of your head. 

You squeezed her tight, tucking your face into her neck. “I love you, too, mom.”

After you let go and sat down, you glanced over at your dad to find him trying his best to hide his tears. He hadn’t been doing so well, considering you could see the shine of tears building on his waterline. 

Dinner and cake came after the speeches finished, both of which were delicious — you made a mental note to personally tell Jorge how good the cake was — and made you heavily consider taking seconds, despite knowing you would pay for it later with a stomach ache. 

Soon enough, the dance floor filled with people, and you searched out your friends to spend more time with them. 

You found them easily, the seven of them clumped into one corner of the room, just by the hall’s main entrance. They greeted you warmly, talking over one another about the food and the speeches. You told them everything about your day so far, and how proud and elated you were that the wedding finally happened. It was only when you were getting into how hectic things had been at the house that Gally’s phone rang, and suddenly the whole group went quiet. 

He stepped away, answering the phone and nodding like the person on the other line could see him. Everyone was looking at him, cheeky smiles on their faces as Gally came back, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his slacks. 

“What was that all about?” You asked him. 

Gally smiled at you, something he didn’t do all that often, a playful gleam in his eye. “Wanna go for a drive?”

“Why?” Your brows cinched as you dragged out your question, glancing between everyone as a slight chill ran up your spine. 

“He’s got a surprise for you, that’s why.” Brenda nudged you. “Just go, I promise it’ll be worth it.” 

You looked between everyone wearily before following Gally out to his car, not bothering to grab your coat. Your heart was racing with every step, the anticipation and confusion building in your head. Brenda said it was worth the trip, but you just didn’t know what was going on. Not to mention everyone’s odd behavior…

After driving around for a few minutes, Gally pulled into the school parking lot. A light flurry of snow had begun to fall, dusting the grass and pavement, and slightly impairing your vision as you looked around from the passenger’s seat. “Gally, why are we at the school?”

The boy looked up from his phone with a smirk. “You’ll see.”

Not a moment after he finished his sentence, your phone pinged from your dress pocket. Your heart stopped when you pulled it out, reading the new message in your notifications. ‘Come to the willow tree’

It was from Newt.

You looked up at Gally, who’s smile widened as he nodded toward the field. 

“He’s waiting for you,” Gally said, and you had to remember how to breathe. 

With one final, reassuring nod, you exited the car, bracing against the cold as you raced to the willow tree. Through the flurries, you made out Newt’s figure by the tree, and stopped yourself from running any further. 

Once you were able to move your legs again, you took it slower, walking through the thin layer of accumulating snow, picking up your dress to make it less likely for you to trip. With every step, you could make out Newt’s figure a little clearly, and it made the ache in your chest grow larger. 

You came to a stop under the tree’s canopy of dead leaves, providing some protection from the snow. Newt was wearing a black suit, and you couldn’t deny how great he looked in it. He was still staring at his shoes and picking at his fingernail when you stopped walking, almost as though he hadn’t heard you approaching him. 

Gripping the sides of your dress, you found the courage to speak up. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again.” 

Newt looked up from his shoes with a smile. “I lied.” 

“But that’s what you said, isn’t it? On Christmas. When you slammed the door in my face.” 

“I know what I said, and I’m sorry,” Newt sighed, stepping a bit closer. “I was a prick for saying it, too. I never should’ve done what I did, you didn’t deserve it.” He took a breath, running a hand through his hair and tucking a hand into one of his pockets. “Ever since the party, Sonya’s been telling me every day how upset you were. Hell, everyone was, and it’s been driving me mad ever since, because I hurt you, and I’ve never wanted to do that.” 

Teary-eyed, you opened your mouth to speak, but Newt continued. 

“I don’t care what Tommy thinks about us being together anymore. But I want us to be together. Hell, the only thing that kept me quiet about how I felt for so long — that stopped me from asking you out when we hung out together on our own for the first time — was how I thought he would react, or if he would disapprove of it. But I don’t care anymore. I love you, Y/n. More than anything. Staying away from you for so long has been killing me, and I can’t stand it anymore.” He stepped closer again, leaving only a few inches of space between you. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to follow you outside when you came to Mickey’s with Brenda. To apologize for what I said, for leaving you that night. To—” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “—to kiss you bloody senseless.” 

You stared up at the boy before you, the one you never thought would talk to you again, in awe of his words. After the bonfire, you never believed that Newt would say something like that to you, let alone plan something as intimate as this was. You blinked away tears for the fourth time that day and realized there was only one thing you could say at the moment. 

“So do it. Kiss me.” 

Newt closed the distance between your bodies, pulling you into him by the waist and pressing his lips to yours. Elation filled every inch of your body as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him as close as you were able, pouring all your love into the kiss. You felt one of Newt’s hands snake up your neck, palm splayed over your jaw as he tried in vain to pull you closer into his body. 

You wished you didn’t need air to breathe when you were forced to pull back, lipstick smeared on Newt’s swollen lips, and likely on your own, as well. But you still had one question to ask. 

“Why now?” You asked, smoothing the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I mean, after everything, why now? You spent two months pretending to hate me, so what changed?”

“The jacket.” Newt told you. “Sonya practically forced it into my hands after you left, and then she yelled at me for half an hour about how big of an idiot I was being, and how wrong it was for me to keep treating you the way I had been. After that… I sat on my bed for a while, holding the jacket and thinking about how right she was. About how much I missed you. After that, I knew I had to do something, so…” 

“So you planned all this?” You said, a coy smile spreading on your lips. “Just for me?”

Newt smiled wide, laughter bubbling in his throat. “Just for you, darling.” The nickname made your heart skip a beat, and your smile widened. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. You  saw what I did for you in New York. Making elaborate plans to see you happy isn’t anything new.”

Without another word, you pulled his head down to kiss him again. You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips as you kissed Newt, reveling in how amazing it felt to finally be able to kiss him. Just as you were pulling away, a thought crossed your mind. “Wait. What about Thomas? And our friends?”

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Newt laughed. “I don’t give a damn what Tommy thinks. I only care about you. And our friends have been in on it for the past week, love.” 

You smiled bright at the boy holding you, pulling him back into another searing kiss. 

Under the canopy of the willow tree, on the greatest day of your life so far, you got your movie-screen happy ending; and everything that happened to get it was entirely worth it.

series taglist: @heliads @ghostofscarley @badbatch-simp24 @virginia-peters @third-broparcelicito @lamolaine @yes-fangirl-things (open!)

[ashtxrie]

HAI ASHHHH!!!

first of all can u pick a random greek myth.... any of them u want..... smiles devilishly as i push a strand of hair behind my ear... 😈

second i have an english presentation tmr. wish me luck!!

third im once again in my hater era bc tell me why this kid from freshman year is telling ppl that i am a pick me girl. first of all i am a girl kisser i do Not engage in pick me activites. second... WHO EVEN IS THIS GUY?? everyone knows him as the guy who smells like piss and cologne but other than that i dont even remember how he looks like... like if ur gonna come for me at least be relevant. EYE ROLL

also its lowk getting severe bc i went outside today and i first thing i thought was "what if ash litereally just walked past me and i didn't know" ur on my mind 24/7 fr

xoxo vanya kisses your forehead

HI VANYA i’m actually so excited w what ur gonna cook up because HOW DID YOU KNOW i went through the most severe of greek mythology phases for a solid 5 years of my life…

i’m gonna go with eros and psyche!! their story is lowkey so interesting.. (though the best version is still the one from percy jackson's greek heroes)

good luck with your english presentation omg i bet you’ll do great !!! spring break is ending for me tomorrow and i am Not ready to put myself back into academic settings…. please like i just want to watch my silly little enhypen tiktoks <//3

and who is this dude…. the audacity??? why is he starting things…. why does he think he’s the shit 😐 that’s kind of embarrassing for him !!

to your last statement,, you’re so real for that because every day i go what if i did something embarrassing and vanya saw me oh my god 😭 we need that high school au classmates! ash + vanya interaction

[xanthezhou]

the thing about pitching a podcast thats "w359 but underwater" is that i thought about this exact au in high school

anyways hopefully ill be able to listen to the prologue and ep1 of primordial deep tmr :)

[mxsmwndr]

Home(coming) to... You?

modern!newt x fem!reader

requested by @hoziersleftnipple

a/n: I AM MISSING MY FIRST HOMECOMING DANCE THIS YEAR NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! i was actually going to ask k out this year but you know... stuff happened so i didn't. anyways, this is based off of something my mom apparently did when she was in high school, so yay!!! i hope this was okay! requests (other than this) are still closed. sorry!! (happy holidays tho!) - also, i'm sorry but this is a lil a n g s t y ... oops. ;)

Newt was so desperately in love with you, it was insane!

You didn't know this, of course, but your friends sure did. His friends did, too. And, well, basically the entire school had figured it out by now (minus you, of course).

So yeah, they all knew to say no. They all had been warned more than a few times that Minho would hunt them down if they dared to ask you to homecoming before Newt. They knew it and he knew that they knew it.

And they all knew to not say anything when you climbed on top of one of the lunch tables and screamed "HEY! Any of you losers want to take me to homecoming?!".

But... someone apparently didn't get it.

(Or maybe he just didn't care.

I mean, he was taller than Newt and stronger than Minho. He was faster than Thomas, too! Minho's threats were like that of a chihuahua - all talk and no walk.)

Ari saw Newt freeze in his place and took it as a chance to get you because it's free country, right? You're your own woman! You can go with Ari if you want! Newt isn't in charge of you!!

And so yeah, you said "yes" to Ari that day, because hey, at least you've got a date!

And yeah, you gushed to Newt about it, too. All day and all night.

And also, no, you didn't see how forced his smile was (for once) and you didn't worry about him all much because you've got a date!

At least until now.

Within seconds you pulled Newt out of the hallway and into the janitor's closet. Your hand covered his mouth to suppress his possible (and very girly) screams and the fear in his eyes almost made you feel bad for scaring him.

Almost.

"Why are you avoiding me?" You accused. Yep, right. Getting straight to the point. No hesitation in this house...

"A - what?" Newt asked. His breath was minty, surprisingly. Fresh and warm and -

What?! Ew!

You shook your head, "Why are you avoiding me?" You asked again, because duh.

"I haven't been av-"

"Do you think I'm stupid, Newt? I know when something's up with you so talk!" You said. Then, quite desperately (aka: when Newt did not talk one bit) you added, "Please!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Was all he mumbled. God, he didn't even look at you! What the heck?!

"Newt," You warned.

"I'm fine."

"Cool, I didn't ask." You said. "But now... let's talk about that, since you're obviously not fine-"

"I am." He insisted.

"No," You scoffed. "You're not... so talk to me."

"No," Newt pouted. His arms were now crossed across his chest, childish as ever.

You raised an eyebrow to the boy, "Why?" You asked.

Newt looked to his feet, "Because it's dumb."

"Newt... it's not dumb-"

"Yes it is." He said.

"No, it's not," You promised. "Not if it's bothering you. Now... what's wrong? Did I do something?"

"No..."

"Liar."

"(Y/n)!" He snapped. Then, quieter, "Just... stop it okay? You..." Newt sighed. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, "How's Ari?" He asked.

Bullshit, you wanted to say.

Newt doesn't care about Ari. He hadn't since you were asked to homecoming, and-

No way! It - it made sense now! Holy sh-

"Good," You mumbled. Maybe... you shouldn't say anything now?

Or...

"Good," Newt repeated with a whisper. Then, in a normal tone, "Is he - um, are you two...."

"Together?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Akdjdj what?! "No... God no!"

Newt exhaled heavily.

Wait... "Why do you ask?" You suddenly said. It was softly, far softer than your previous words had been exchanged.

And it would have been nice if Newt had not yelled at you just seconds before.

"No... no reason." The boy mumbled.

"Newt," You warned.

"I just... you guys are - um... cute together."

You laughed suddenly. "What?"

Newt said nothing in response. His pained look seemed to be enough.

"I... me and Ari? No! God no!! He's my brother's friend! Gross! Blah!" You exclaimed with a laugh. Newt nervously laughed along, but, of course, when you paused he did as well.

"Wait..." You said.

Oh no, He thought.

"Is that what this was about?"

No, no, no. Shut up. Stop now, please, (Y/n). Don't-

"Me and Ari?"

Newt furiously shook his head. No, no, no, no, no-

"Were you... jealous?"

NOOOOOOO-

"N-no,"

Goddammit voice cracks. Shut up for once-

You laughed again. Sharply, but sweetly. "You... you were!" You yelled before covering your mouth. "Oh my god!" You whispered. "But why?"

"I, um... I kind of wanted to take you to homecoming." Newt mumbled. Again, he looked to his feet.

"What?"

Newt looked up to you, but avoided eye contact. He stumbled over his words again, "I... wanted-"

"No, I heard you the first time!" You giggled. "Why would you want me, though?"

Now - and only now - Newt had met your eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Suddenly, it seemed... he was worried...?

"I mean... me?" You asked. "Seriously?! You could literally have every other girl, but-"

"I don't want every other girl," Newt mumbled. He still looked at you, surprisingly, and then stepped forward. To you. Slowly... sheepishly.

You gave him a quizzical look in return, and he took that as a sign to keep going.

Or not.

"I, uh... nevermind. I gotta-"

"No, you don't. This is your free period, idiot." Then, when Newt frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, you added "I know your schedule."

Right.

Newt had forgotten about that.

The second you got your schedules the two of you compared them. Then, you gave each other a copy "just in case something happens".

Like now, apparently.

"Um, well..."

You raised an eyebrow and Newt was stuck. Damn, did he hate this. Couldn't he just... like disappear and never return? Was that too much to ask?

"I, um... well - I'm going to ruin our friendship if I say this-"

"So do it." You told the boy.

"I - what?"

"Do it." You repeated.

"Um... I don't really want to though-"

"Newt."

"Fine! I - I like you, (Y/n), okay?! A - a lot!"

You grinned, "I like you too, but - wait...." Wait a damn minute here.

"Um... yeah," Newt mumbled. "Can I go now?"

You thought for a second. Then, "No."

"But-"

"Newt!"

He blushed, "Okay. Right. So... just, um... forget I said that, okay? It's nothing. I-"

"And what if I don't want to?"

"What?"

"What if... maybe... I don't want to forget it. Maybe, um... maybe I like you too." You sighed.

Now you understood Newt's lack of eye contact. It sucked. Holy shit did it suck.

And Newt grinned.

Partly because you liked him back, yeah, but also because you were stuttering. To him. (And you never stuttered.)

"Shut up," You mumbled. You knew what he was thinking, anyways. It was obvious (and, of course, Newt was awful at keeping secrets).

But, of course, Newt knew it too. He knew that you knew he loved seeing you blush for once, but he obviously didn't dare say it out loud.

Instead, he smiled again, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You quickly did the same of course, and pulled Newt into one of history's Greatest Hugs Of Known Time.

*End* um... so yeah? lol. but also, don't worry about ari, okay? newt was your date to the dance (if you went) and ari asking you out was part of a plan that thomas and minho made with ari bc they're sick of you/newt making googly eyes @ each other. [You found that out soon after.]

[gladerscake]

Gally - The Quarterback

Gladers x High School AU

Part 1

(Concept suggested by the lovely @newtieparker )

[transrevolutions]

thomesa week 2022, day two: high school au. thomas and teresa might be two of the school's top students, but other than that, they don't have much in common. when they got paired together for a lab project, they thought it was just an easy A. neither one expected to become so close.

@thomesa-week-2022