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Seasons of PD: Season 3: Jay’s Missing (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

As always, I don't own any quotes from the episode that happen to be in here!

Your age: 14

Jay's age: 28

Will's age: 30

"C'mon Jay," you muttered as you called him for the third time in an hour.

It was the one night a month where you and your brother would go out to dinner together and if there was a hockey game on, you'd finish watching it at his apartment. Then, he'd take you home. He was skeptical about doing it tonight since you had end-of-the-year exams next week, but you reassured him that you'd be fine; taking a break for a few hours never hurt anybody. And, you had all Saturday, Sunday, and Monday night after school to study since exams didn't start until Tuesday.

"You've reached Jay Halstead--" You quickly ended the call and began texting Ruzek. Hopefully, he'd cave and tell you what was going on.

But, when the read sign popped up seven minutes later, you knew something was up. If Jay was going to be late, he would've called you, or at least texted.

Since it was late May, the sun was out later than in the winter, which meant that it wouldn't be dark for another couple of hours. So, you grabbed a light sweatshirt and pulled it on, grabbed your phone and a few dollars and put them in your pocket, shouting a "bye Dad" on the way out...not that he cared what you did anyway.

You walked a few blocks to the El train stop, put your dollar in for your ticket, and hopped on. While you were on there, you were sure to have Ruzek's number pulled up on your phone and were ready to hit the call button in case something happened to you.

You looked at the map. The 21st District was just a few stops away. Soon, you'd know why Jay wasn't answering you. Hopefully, he was just out on a raid, handcuffing the bad guys.

***

"Kim," you said as you rushed into the district and saw the officer. "Do you know where my--"

You were cut off by the faint sound of a scream.

"Do I know where who is, Y/N?" she asked, completely ignoring what she had just heard.

"Jay, but that sounded like him screaming!"

You ran up the stairs to Intelligence, tugging on the gate even though you knew it wouldn't open without a member scanning their palm or Platt buzzing you up.

"Was that Jay? Is he there?" you yelled.

"Y/N, we can't let you up there right now," Kim explained.

"Why not? Jay told me we'd go out for dinner tonight and he always calls if he's gonna be late."

You looked up to see Ruzek coming towards the door.

"Would it kill you to answer a text?" you asked.

"Sorry, been busy."

"At least let me upstairs and then you can tell me where Jay is and I'll be out of your hair."

Ruzek sighed and allowed you to go up, Kim following you as well.

"Or Detective Halstead winds up as fertilizer in some cornfield in Indiana. We understand each other, Sergeant?"

"What'd he want?" Antonio asked, everyone totally unaware that you were now in the room.

"Halstead's life for all our CI files."

"H- His life?" you asked, frozen on the top step to the bullpen.

"Shit," Kevin muttered.

"Is he in trouble? Is he dead? Is that why he didn't answer my calls?" Your bottom lip started to tremble.

Antonio took a deep breath. He knew that if Gabby was in trouble that he'd want as much detail about what was happening as possible. "Something uh, something went wrong earlier," he supplied. "And then, because of that, some dealers took your brother."

"They took him? Took him where?"

"We don't know yet, kid," Al said. "But, that's what we're trying to find out."

When you heard that they didn't know where he was, you ran off towards the locker room. Ruzek tried to put his foot between the wall and the door to stop you from closing it and locking yourself in, but you were too fast for him.

You pulled out your phone and dialed a number you knew you probably should've called earlier when you first thought that Jay was in trouble.

"Erin? Jay's missing. You gotta find him. You're his partner."

***

Erin blearily reached for the phone, still trying to get over her hangover from last night--which lasted well into this morning--to go out for another night of non-stop partying, drinking, and drugs. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw your name pop up.

"Hell--"

"Erin? Jay's missing. You gotta find him. You're his partner."

"He's--" She cleared her throat. "He's missing? What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. I- I called him because we had a dinner and he didn't pick up, so eventually I just- I came down to the district and I heard someone on the phone say they're going to turn him into fertilizer, Erin."

"Do you know who it was?" she asked as she grabbed her service weapon and slid it into the waistband of her jeans...the same clothes she had been wearing since last night. A call that her boyfriend was missing was definitely curing her hangover fast.

"I don't know. It was- It was some dealer. But, you gotta come here and help them find him. You're his partner. Please." Your voice cracked on the last word.

"Okay, okay, I'll call Will to come pick you up and explain the situation. I'm leaving my apartment right now. I'll be there soon."

"Please don't call Will," you urged. "He's gonna be mad at me."

"Why's he gonna be mad at you?"

"Because I took the El and I'm not supposed to take the El by myself."

"Y/N, you taking the El by yourself is the least of his problems at the moment. Just sit tight and I should be there in about ten minutes."

***

"Y/N, c'mon open this door. Please?" you heard your oldest brother's voice on the other side of the door. "I know you're worried about Jay, but it's not gonna help at all if you just lock yourself in here all night."

You sniffled and then walked over to the door and unlocked it. "Will!" you cried, rushing into his arms. "He's gone, he's gone, he's gone."

"Hey, hey it's okay. You're okay. They're gonna find him and then you can have two dinners with him next month because you missed yours this month."

The number of times Jay had been shot or hurt on the job had caused Will to basically be immune to hearing bad news about his little brother. But, if Jay didn't come back or flatlined, then he'd be freaking out. And, despite Will wanting to scream at all of Intelligence to go find him, he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't lash out right now because it'd only make it worse for you.

Your stomach growled, making Will go into even more protective brother mode. "When's the last time you ate?"

"Lunch," you answered.

"Y/N, it's 7:30. We gotta get some food in you."

"But, but what if he comes back? I wanna see him when he comes back."

"I'm gonna be honest with you. When he comes back, he's probably gonna need to go to the hospital just as a precaution. And, I know you have exams soon and your algebra one is stressing you out. I don't think Jay would want you to fail an exam just because you were worried about him."

"I hate math," you grumbled.

"I know. That's why you need to make sure you study."

"Doesn't mean I'm gonna end up liking it because I have to work on it."

Will didn't know what to say to that because he knew that you were right. So, he reiterated his previous point. "Let's go get you some food."

"Can-Can we just eat at home?" you asked. "I don't wanna not be home and hear bad news about Jay."

Will knew what you were getting at: you didn't want to break down in public.

"Yeah, we can do that. Still got a bunch of mac n cheese at home?"

"A few boxes," you answered, remembering how bare the cupboards were at your and your dad's house.

"We'll just grab something on the way home. C'mon."

"Can Erin come, too?" you asked.

"Go ask her. And, don't take the El by yourself. That's dangerous."

You rolled your eyes and followed him out of the locker room and into the bullpen.

"Erin," you started as you walked up to her desk. She had her head in her hands.

"Hmmm?" she asked looking up.

"Do you wanna come back to my house and eat dinner with me and Will?"

"I don't know if--"

"She'll come," Voight answered before she could finish.

"Hank!"

"Erin, we'll still be here working when you're done with dinner. Lord knows you could use some food in you."

"Fine." She stood up and grabbed her coat. "Not like you're letting me help with the case anyway," she muttered. But, no one heard that part.

Since she had quit Intelligence in Bunny's bar a few weeks ago, Voight was right in having her not work the case...not that she'd admit that. But this was her boyfriend, her partner, that was in trouble and she'd be damned if she didn't help get him out of this mess.

***

"Dad's not home?" Will asked as he let them into the house using the spare key that was hidden under a layer of dirt in the flower pot.

"He never is," you mumbled.

"What? What do you mean he's never home?"

"I mean, he's never home on Friday nights because he always goes out to the bar with some old friends," you told him. That was at least true. He did go out to the bar with some old friends...but it wasn't just Friday nights anymore, it was Friday, Saturday, and sometimes Thursday and Sunday, too. Because of this, he ate out a lot and didn't cook. Therefore, he had no reason to buy a lot of groceries, which was why there wasn't a lot of dinner food left in the cupboard...not that there was a lot of breakfast or lunch food here either, though. There was just enough for you to play it off that your dad just needed to go to the store. There was just enough for your brothers not to worry.

"Okay." Will started to grab the Olive Garden you had ordered out of the bag. You said you weren't hungry--you didn't want to eat when you were this nervous-- and had only wanted to get some minestrone soup. But, Will insisted that you needed more than that so you compromised: minestrone soup and half an order of fettuccine alfredo...plus the breadsticks and the salad that came with the meal obviously.

A while later, Will was almost done with his food and was grabbing another breadstick and Erin was putting more salad onto her plate. You, on the other hand, had barely managed to finish your minestrone.

"Y/N, can you please eat a bit more? How about a breadstick? I know you love those," Will said.

"I'm not that hungry," you said quietly.

Will was about to say something when Erin stepped in. "How about you work on some of your homework? Maybe that'll make your appetite come back since you're using a lot of energy to focus. And, Jay mentioned that you have exams next week."

"He did?" you asked. You didn't think that Jay would mention stuff that you had going on in your life, like exams, to Erin.

"He always says how proud of you he is for working so hard in school...because he says that he was never as good in school as you."

"He really says he's proud of me?"

"He sure does."

"You guys mind if I do it out here? It's a lot easier to write stuff down when I'm writing in my notebook on the table instead of balancing it in my lap on my bed."

"Sure, kiddo," Will said.

You went to your room and grabbed your backpack and then started to work on your homework.

As you were working on it, your brain wandered back to the first time Jay had helped you with your math homework, all the way back in kindergarten, at this very kitchen table, when both of your parents had been working and Will was all the way in New York for his first year of med school.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, trying not to crumple up your math homework sheet and throw it across the room. It was only five subtraction problems, but subtraction was hard! You had only just started understanding addition!

You threw your pencil across the kitchen, where it narrowly missed the wall. It clattered to the floor, causing Jay to look up from where he was reading a book in the living room, the chair he had been sitting in was facing the kitchen, so he could keep an eye on you.

"Did you throw that?" he asked as he walked towards you.

"No," you lied.

He picked up the pencil. "If you lie, you get nine minutes in time out instead of six."

You didn't want to go in time out that long!

"I throwed it," you admitted, looking down at your math homework.

"It's threw, but thank you for being honest. Can you tell me why you threw the pencil?"

That was something his mom always did with him when he was younger: asked him why he did something and then, possibly put him in time out. Sometimes, he just needed to talk it out, and if that was the case, he didn't have to go into time out.

"I don't get sub-trac-shun!" you complained. "It's stupid!"

"Hey, we don't use that word."

"But it's hard."

"I know, but what if I help you? Would that help you to get it?"

"But Will said you not good at math," you pointed out, remembering something your oldest brother had said.

Jay chuckled. "I'm not good at big kid math. This stuff is easy for me."

"It's easy?"

"Oh, yeah. And, I think I might have something that can help you."

He walked over to the cupboard and reached up to the top shelf where he grabbed a bag of chocolate chips. He poured some into a small bowl and then walked back to the table and sat down next to you.

"We gonna eat chocolate?" you asked. "Even though I throwed-- I threw my pencil?"

"This is gonna help you learn subtraction."

"How?"

"Just watch." He paused and looked at the paper in front of you. "So, this one says five minus two."

"I know that," you told him proudly. "I know it says five minus two. I dunno what the an- the answer is though."

"Okay, well, take five chocolate chips out of here."

He held the bag out to you while you took five out, counting each one out loud. "What do I do now?"

"Now, if I eat two--" he popped two in his mouth. "--how many do you have now?"

You looked down at the chocolate chips. "One...Two...Three. I have three choc-chips!"

"That's right! So, five minus two is...?"

You scrunched up your face, trying to piece together what he had done. "I dunno."

"We had five chocolate chips. I ate two. How many did you say we have left?"

"Three!"

"Yeah. Five minus two is the same thing...just without me adding chocolate chips to the end."

"Huh?"

"Here." He took your paper from you and on the first three problems, he wrote chocolate chips after each number. "Five chocolate chips minus two chocolate chips is...?"

"Three!"

"Yeah! Good job! Now, write three down as your answer."

The next problem was three chocolate chips minus one chocolate chip and you did the same thing this time. Except, you got to eat the chocolate instead of Jay. You had two chocolate chips left this time.

Then, when you got to the last two problems that didn't say chocolate chips after the numbers, Jay showed you on your fingers how to figure out the answer.

Then, since you did such a good job, he let you watch Dora and eat some more chocolate chips.

"Y/N? Y/N? You good?" You were snapped out of your thoughts by Will saying your name.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine." You reached over the table to grab your pencil that had rolled towards Will. But, as you were reaching for it, your elbow knocked the two-liter of pop. "No!" you cried out as it spilled. It didn't just spill anywhere though...it spilled right on top of your algebra notebook. "Fuck this! I can't do this!"

You threw your pop-covered and sticky notebook on the ground and sprinted to the bathroom, ignoring Will and Erin's calls for you to come back.

You locked the door and slumped down against it. God, you needed that notebook. That had your entire exam review in it. And, if you didn't finish the exam review, you couldn't take the exam.

You only had 25 more problems left out of the 220 you had to do, hence why the review was given to you a month before you actually had to take the exam, so you had time to do it. And, some kids would wait until the last minute, but you figured you'd start early and do a certain number of problems a day so you didn't have to stress out and had time to ask your teacher questions if you had any.

But now, now you had a matter of days to do all 220 problems...and you had other exams to study for...and your big brother was missing...and...

Shit, here comes the Olive Garden.

You jumped up and lifted the lid of the toilet, quickly emptying the minestrone soup from your stomach.

"Y/N? Y/N! Open this door!" Will yelled as he banged on the door.

You leaned back against the bathtub and took a few deep breaths, willing yourself not to throw up again. You groaned as you felt the liquid rise in your throat and were back above the toilet in a matter of seconds.

You were panting at this point and trying to take a few breaths before more came out. Because you were so focused on making sure you didn't inhale your own vomit (ew) you didn't hear Will pick the lock and enter the bathroom.

When all that was left for you to throw up was bile and you were finished, you closed your eyes and leaned back against the bathtub once more, and took deep breaths.

"So that's why you didn't want to eat any more than you did," Will said.

"Will? How'd you get in here?"

"I picked the lock, Jay's not the only person in this family who knows how to do that, you know."

"I hate this," you mumbled, eyes still closed. "It happened last semester with exams too, but it wasn't this bad."

"Kid, you're stressing yourself out too much. You have to take a chill pill."

"I c-can't!"

"Okay," Will started as he crouched down next to you. "Why can't you relax?"

"I spilled pop all over my notebook!"

"So? You already practiced those problems. You know you don't need to practice them again, so just do the ones you need to practice."

"You don't get it!" You frantically rubbed the heels of your hands over your eyes as tears started to stream from them. "I needed that notebook! If I don't turn in the entire exam review I c-can't take the exam." You sighed and just put your head in your hands. This night seriously could not get any worse at this point. "And, Jay's miss- Jay's missing!"

"Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath for me, okay? Just take one."

"O-Okay." You took a deep, yet shaky breath.

"Now another."

You took another deep, yet shaky breath. And, you continued this cycle until Will deemed your breathing to be back to normal.

"How about you brush your teeth and then we'll figure out what to do for the homework once you do that. Sound good?" You nodded and stood up to go to the sink. "I'll be in the kitchen with Erin."

Then, Will exited the bathroom to go back into the kitchen like he told you.

"How is she?" Erin asked when she saw him come in. She had started cleaning up their take-out containers while Will had been busy trying to calm you down. "Sounded like she was puking."

"Because she was."

"Is she sick?"

"Not in the technical sense. But, she is what I like to call stress sick."

"Stress sick?"

"Exams are stressing her out, so add on top of the fact that Jay's missing, and she got so stressed out that she threw up."

"Poor kid," Erin sympathized. Then, her phone buzzed. "I gotta get back to the district. Tell her to feel better from me."

"Will do." He started to walk Erin towards the door, but stopped when they were almost to it. "And Erin? Bring my little brother back. Even though he's a pain in my ass half the time, I can't lose him. And, I know Y/N would take it really hard."

"Will, he's got the best unit in all of Chicago looking for him. We'll bring him back."

A few minutes after Erin had left, you walked into the kitchen, with clean teeth and the gross taste of vomit now out of your mouth, to see Will sitting at the table, staring at your notebook with a roll of paper towel next to him. "What are you doing?" you asked as you sat down.

"Trying to get the stain out," he replied.

"How? It's like the entire notebook, not just one page."

"You're talking to the king of spilled coffee on homework. And, lucky for you, pop and coffee are both water-based. So, I think I know how to get this out. You're gonna need to rewrite it in a new notebook, though."

"Okay. Need any help?"

"Can you just get me a bowl filled with water?"

"The paper's already wet. Why do you want to make it wetter?"

"Just trust me on this one." You yawned. "After you grab that for me, maybe you should go to bed. It's been a long day."

"Will you stay here?"

"Of course. I can just sleep in my old bedroom...unless Dad did something to it. Speaking of Dad, is he usually out this late? Does he usually leave you home alone this late at night?"

You were filling up a bowl with water and turned to look at Will. You shrugged. "Sometimes. It's okay, though." That was a lie. Most nights he didn't get home until two or three in the morning...but, Will didn't need to know that.

"I'm going to have a chat with Dad about that. He shouldn't be leaving you home alone this late at night."

"Will, it's not even that late. I'm fine." You placed the bowl of water on the table.

"Fine. But if it hits midnight and he's not home yet, then I will be talking with him about this."

You nodded. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed. 'Night Will. Sorry about getting sick."

"You don't have to apologize for that." He stood up and pulled you into a hug. "Goodnight."

You started to walk towards your bedroom when you remembered something and turned back to Will. "Will?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think Jay's okay? He's gotta be okay, right?"

"Y/N, he's got the best unit in the city looking for him."

"And Erin."

"And Erin," he confirmed. "He'll be okay." But, in that moment he didn't know who he was trying to reassure more: you or himself.

***

"You wanna go somewhere today?" Will asked as you were both sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal the next morning.

"I have homework to do...a lot more than I thought I'd have, too. Did Erin give you any updates on Jay?" you asked.

He shook his head. "But, he's gonna be okay. And, you don't have a ton of homework to do. You have a ton of homework to copy."

"What do you mean?"

At this, he placed the notebook on the table. "I told you I knew what I was doing."

You flipped open the notebook to see that Will was right: he did in fact know what he was doing. Even though the pages were all still tinted a light brown from the pop, the writing from you doing all the practice problems was still legible. "How did you...?" you trailed off as you continued to flip through your algebra notebook.

"Like I told you, I spilled coffee on one too many notebooks in college. Now all you need to do is copy the problems down into a clean notebook. Save you some brainpower."

"Thank you."

"Now, I suggest we got to CCU's library so you can get a change of scenery while doing that."

"CCU? Why? And, you're not a student there anymore. How are we gonna get in?"

Will scoffed. "They don't check student IDs when you go in. And, a change in my workspace always helped me to focus when I was studying, so maybe it'll help you."

"Workspace," you mocked. "So professional. But, yeah, let's do that. Can we keep our phones on though in case Erin calls?"

Will nodded. "Of course."

***

Getting into CCU wasn't actually that hard. All Will had to do was pay $10 for a day pass to park and then you walked into the library, no student ID necessary.

"Okay kiddo, where are we sitting?" he asked.

"I don't know. I've never been here before. Where did you normally sit?"

"Second floor. It's generally quieter up there and the tables are big, so I could throw my books all over it. But, I'd come back down here for coffee a lot, too."

"There's a coffee shop?" you asked as you widened your eyes. "In the library?"

"Well, tuition is out of this world. So, at least we get something out of it."

"Can we go? I think I have $5 somewhere in my backpack."

"If prices haven't gone up since I was here when the dinosaurs roamed the earth, then I can get a muffin and a large coffee for $5. I'll have the coffee and you can have the muffin. I'll pay," Will told you.

"Okay, thank you! And, you're not that old, Will."

You got your triple chocolate muffin and Will got his large coffee. Then, you found one of the big tables that he had mentioned and started copying your algebra review into another notebook.

"What are you going to do? Sit here and stare off into space?" you asked your brother. "Wait," you began as you started to rummage around in your backpack for an eraser, "What's this?"

You set a big book on the table. And it's definitely not something you'd read because it was called "How We Learn", which you assumed meant that the book was nonfiction and went into the science of learning.

"I found it in my room. Must've left it there from Christmas last year and I haven't had a chance to read it, so I figured I'd bring it to read now."

"Fair enough."

***

"Did Jay ever want to go to college?" you asked a few hours later. "Or, did he know it just wasn't right for him?"

"I think he always knew he wanted to do something involving being on the front lines and being in all the action," Will answered, dog-earing the page in his book and setting it down. "Why? You don't want to go to college either?"

"No, I do," you said quickly. "It's just- I just want to know things that I've never asked him if we...you know..."

Will nodded. "I know you're worried about him, but if Hank Voight's anything like Jay's told me, he won't let anything happen to one of his own."

"But he let it happen to Jules," you said. What if Jay was the next Jules?

"Jules? Who's Jules?"

"She was Antonio's partner. Antonio's the reason Jay got into Intelligence. And one day, he said we were going to go see a movie. Like, he just randomly picked me up from school and everything. I could tell he was sad after the movie, and it wasn't a sad movie, and he told me that someone he worked with died. A little later, we were walking by the memorial wall by the district and he showed me her name."

"I see," Will said, drawing on his talking-to-patient skills because what else was he going to say?

Luckily, he was saved by his phone ringing.

"Hello? Erin?" Pause. "He's at Med?" Pause. "Okay, yeah, we'll be there in ten minutes."

"He's okay?" you asked as soon as Will ended the call. "Jay's okay? They found him?"

Will nodded. "He's at Med. Erin said he's a little bruised, but he was conscious, so that's good."

You took Will's book and shoved it in your backpack along with your schoolwork. "Let's go."

***

"Nat, really, my ribs don't need to be wrapped. I'm fine," Jay protested as he sat in a treatment room at Chicago Med, Erin standing next to him in some clean clothes that Natalie had let her borrow.

"Jay, your ribs are badly bruised. They need to be wrapped. If you're more comfortable with a guy wrapping them, I can easily call in a male nurse for help," Natalie suggested.

"No, it's not that. I don't care who does it."

"My little brother just doesn't want to bruise his big ego, that's what's going on, Nat," Will said as he entered the treatment room with you by his side.

You jumped when Jay turned and you saw his face and his chest: a black eye that went from the inside corner of his right eye to his right temple, a gash on the top right of his forehead, another gash on the left side of his forehead which was diagonal and above the outside portion of his left eyebrow, a jagged cut that went down his left temple starting at eye level, a split lip, and purple, blue, and red bruises along with some cuts and welts that littered his ribs and chest.

"You're okay?" you asked as your lips pulled into a frown and tears stung your eyes.

"I'm okay. Just a little beat up right now. Nothing to worry about."

Without thinking, you ran to his bed and gave him a hug. He let out a groan as you squeezed a bit too tight, irritating his ribs.

You pulled away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay, my ribs are just gonna be a little sore for a few days."

"I thought you were going to be turned into fertilizer."

"Fertilizer?" Jay furrowed his eyebrows. "Who told you that?"

"When you didn't call me back about dinner, I tried calling Adam, but he didn't pick up either, so I went to the district. I heard some guy on the phone saying he was going to turn you into- into fertilizer. I was so scar- so scared."

Tears rolled down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away.

Jay stood up with a grimace and walked the few paces over to you, wrapping you in a hug. "Hey, I'm okay now. That's all that matters. And, you did a really good job calling Erin."

"I did?"

"You sure did. She told me all about how you told her that I was gone and that she'd be able to get me out because we're partners." He paused. "She also told me that you took the El by yourself."

"Erin," you whined. "You weren't supposed to tell him that."

"It's okay," Jay said. "I won't tell Dad as long as you don't do it again."

"I won't," you replied. Not like Dad would do anything anyway, you thought to yourself.

"Jay," Will started, "You need to get back into bed."

"It's just bruised ribs, Will. I'm fine," Jay argued.

"It's just bruised ribs, Will. I'm fine," Will mocked. "Yeah, tell me that tomorrow when you can barely walk because of how sore they are. Bed. Now."

"Fine." Jay sat down with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I swear, you're such a child, Halstead," Erin said.

***

You walked out of school a few days later feeling free. Summer was here and you were no longer a middle-schooler. You were now a high schooler.

You started to walk out of campus, the way you took to walk home every day, when you heard the thundering of footsteps behind you, causing you to jump and turn around.

"Jay." You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw it was your brother.

"Hey, figured I'd pick you up. My text must not have gone through."

"Oh, I turned my phone off because of exams. Sorry."

"No problem. C'mon, we're going out to lunch and then we'll stop home to grab your swimsuit."

"Swimsuit? Why?"

"Mom would always take us to Navy Pier on the first day of summer to go swimming. And, since Will's shift ends at 1:00 and I'm on leave because of injury, it's the first year we can actually do this all together."

You nodded, trying to hold back tears at the mention of your mom.

"Hey, let me take your backpack. That thing looks like it's gonna make you topple over." You took it off and handed it to him. "Whoa! What's in here? Rocks?"

You laughed. "Nope, end of the year locker cleanout. Everything that was shoved in my locker is now in there."

"No rotten food I hope," Jay joked.

"No," you laughed. "Why? Did you or Will leave food in your locker?"

"No, we knew better than that. But the kid next to me left a milk carton in there over spring break and that smelled funky when we got back. I started bringing my backpack around with me just so I didn't have to go back to my locker because it smelled so bad."

"We can't do that. Teachers say it's for our safety because of bombs."

Jay opened the door to the backseat and put your backpack in there while you got into the passenger seat. Then, he got in the driver's seat all the while thinking how you knew that that was the reasoning behind that rule. He knew the reasoning because he was a detective. But he thought that most of the time, kids just thought it was some stupid rule.

"How do you know about that?" he asked once he started his truck.

"One of my teachers told us. She was mad at a kid who kept bringing his backpack to class even though she told him not to, so he went off on her and called it a stupid rule and asked why we even had the rule. She told him it was because if there's a bomb threat then she has to check every single backpack. That's why."

"Oh," was all Jay said. He really didn't want to be having this conversation with you, but here he was.

"Is it different?" you asked.

"Is what different?"

"Like, is high school different now than when you were in high school? And how different is middle school from high school?"

"Are you nervous for high school already, kiddo? You just finished eighth grade like fifteen minutes ago!"

You shrugged. "I'm just curious is all." Jay quirked an eyebrow at you while he took his eyes off the road for a split second and then returned them back to the road. "Okay, fine. I'm a little nervous."

"Let's talk about this over brunch, okay?"

"Okay."

***

Of course, Jay knew that you wanted to go to iHOP because breakfast was good at any time of the day. Jay thought differently though and ordered a sandwich instead of breakfast food like you. You had gotten their cinnamon roll pancakes with bacon, sausage, and hashbrowns on the side.

You were waiting for the comment about it being a lot of food, but that never came...which you were thankful for. You didn't know how you were supposed to explain to your very perceptive brother that the reason that you were eating a lot here was that you only had about 3/4 cups of dry cereal this morning before school because you were out of milk. You were out of milk and your dad didn't go grocery shopping. And, it's not like you had enough money to buy groceries or that you knew where your dad kept the money so you could take $20 just to buy food and hide it in your room so that you had something to eat.

"So, what do you want to know about high school?" Jay asked. "Did you get your schedule yet?"

If you were going to Central Chicago High School after going to their middle school, you had the option to schedule your classes the month prior and then you'd see if you'd get those classes. Of course, it might not be possible to get every class with every teacher you want, but it was cool that you got to know right when you finished eighth grade. And, in high school, it was the same thing: on the last day of ninth grade, if you were staying for tenth grade, then you'd get your schedule on the last day of ninth grade. It was sort of weird to you, but you got used to it.

"Is Eva going to be at the beach, too?" you asked. You knew it was her's and Diego's last day of school along with Jordan's and Vanessa's, so you wanted Jordan and Eva to be there when you told everyone your schedule so they could tell you everything they knew about the teachers you had next year.

"I can text Antonio. Why?" Jay asked.

"I just wanted to see if Eva and maybe Jordan would be there because they could tell me everything about the teachers I have."

"I can text Antonio and Kevin. You know what, I'll text Ruz and Burgess too."

"And Mouse."

"And Mouse. Can't forget about him now, can we?"

"What about Erin? Is she coming, too?"

"Uh, I don't know about that. She's had a rough couple of days."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why?"

"You know how Voight took her in?" You nodded. "Well, after Nadia died, she was backsliding. Badly. And now, she's detoxing and it's kinda hard on a person's body."

"Okay, but seeing you would make her feel better. She's always happy when she's around you. And you always have this big, dopey grin on your face whenever you're around her."

"I do not," Jay protested. You raised your eyebrows at him. "Okay fine, maybe I do that occasionally. I'll text some people and then we can talk about high school."

Jay sent the texts while you continued to eat. He took a few bites of his sandwich and then broached the topic of high school once more by saying, "So, what do you want to know about high school?"

"I dunno. How's it different from when you went to school like twenty years ago."

"Hey! It was not twenty years ago. I'll have you know it was ten years ago!"

"Same thing."

Jay rolled his eyes. "Well, shootings happened, but not as much as they do now." You opened your mouth to ask if Jay had ever responded to one, when he stopped you. "And I know what you're going to ask. No, I didn't respond to one and I wouldn't tell you if I did. What do I always tell you?"

"I'm trying to keep you innocent and sheltered from all the bad stuff in the world," you said verbatim of what he had told you dozens of times when you asked for details of what he was doing at work.

"Word for word. So, we got to carry our backpacks around and it was an open campus."

"It used to be an open campus?" you asked, shocked.

"Yup, we rarely even had to sign out."

"Lucky! I wanna leave school and go to Mcdonald's for lunch!"

"Too bad you weren't born like fifteen years earlier and that could've happened."

"Oh, and we could eat lunch on the roof. There was a way to climb through the ceiling above the indoor track. It's closed now, though."

"Why'd they close it?"

"Yeah, you might want to wait until we're at the beach for me to tell that story since I'm sure everybody else would find it funny."

"Okay..." you trailed off, drawing out the "y". You didn't know why everyone would find a story of a hole in the ceiling being closed funny, but you figured it was best to let Jay have his way...with this one at least. "What's the difference between middle school and high school?"

"Now, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: nobody cares in high school."

"What do you mean?"

"Just ask Eva when we get to the beach."

"She's coming?"

"Her, Diego, Antonio, Kev, Adam, Kim, Jordan, Vanessa, Mouse, Erin, and of course Will are all coming."

***

Luckily, Jay decided to stay in the car while you ran inside your house and changed into a swimsuit, slipping your clothes over top of it so it would be easier when you got to the pier.

"Dawson!" Jay yelled as he walked up the beach, bag in hand filled with his swim trunks, water bottles, and a few bags of chips. Typically, he would've brought beer to the beach, but he had to drive home, with you in the car no less, so no drinking for him.

"Halstead!" Antonio yelled back.

Once you got up close enough, you saw that Gabby was there, too.

"Bring Gabby to be your DD, Antonio?" Jay jokingly asked.

"I mean, I'm sure Ruzek's bringing beer, so I might be able to get away with one."

"Uh uh," Gabby said. "If Kim brings some fruity drinks, you're driving home."

"So, if she brings regular drinks I can have a few beers?"

"Your cap is two, Antonio. You've got these two to take care of." She gestured to Eva and Diego. Diego was already jumping the waves and Eva was laying down on a beach towel starting to get a tan.

"Eva!" Antonio yelled. "Y/N's here!"

"Oh thank God," she said and walked up to you. "Girl, come sit your towel down next to mine and then we can look at your schedule."

"Yeah, I wanna see that, too!" Jay exclaimed.

"Should we wait for Will? And Jordan? Maybe Jordan has some input about the teachers. And, Jay said he has a story to tell about a hole in the ceiling of the high school and he wants to be sure everyone is around to hear it."

Ten minutes later, everyone had arrived and was in their swimming gear. "Okay, what's this story about the ceiling, Jay?" you asked.

"Oh, that story," Will joked.

"Yeah, that one. What other one would there be?"

Will rolled his eyes.

"Okay, before I start, I am going to preface this by saying that I was young and I was very stupid."

"He's stupid every day," Will dramatically leaned over Jay and whispered to Erin.

"Man, would you shut up and let me tell the story?" Will sat in silence for a few seconds. "Thank you.

"We all know about senior pranks. Well, it was my senior year and a few of us from the soccer team decided to pool our money together and buy some live chickens--"

"Did you say chickens? As in chickens with feathers? That squawk?" Kevin asked.

"Yes, real chickens. What other ones would there be?"

"Maybe they were chicken nuggets," Adam suggested.

Jay dramatically sighed. "Antonio, did you miss having me in the unit this week? You and Erin had to put up with these two bozos all by yourself."

"Hey!" Adam and Kevin yelled in unison.

"Anyway, as I was saying, some of us from the soccer team pooled our money together to buy chickens. Real live chickens, not chicken nuggets, Ruz. Then, we chose a Sunday night to get into the school--they always left this one back door unlocked--and we climbed onto the roof from the stairs/hole thingy in the ceiling right above the indoor track.

"Once we got to the roof, we dropped the chickens off of it. But, our stupid lookout got caught and then the cops came."

"You got arrested?" Adam laughed. "This is priceless."

"Didn't get arrested. Just had to do community service to be able to walk at graduation. But, nowadays, yeah, I'd have probably gotten arrested."

"So, that's why they closed it? Because you and your friends decided to drop chickens from the roof?" you asked.

"Exactly."

"Were Mom and Dad mad?" you asked. "I was little. I don't remember."

"They weren't thrilled, I'll tell you that much. I think if I would've gotten arrested it would've been a lot worse."

"He's downplaying it," Will said. "Mom grounded him from everything. Car keys, those crappy Motorola phones we had back then, GameBoy, dates with Allie. He couldn't do anything."

"Does not sound fun. I won't be trying that." You pulled your schedule out of the bag Jay had brought and passed it to your brother first.

"Aw, man, you got Cunningham for history," Jay groaned. "Or should I say Cuntingham."

"Jay!" you yelled.

"That old hag is still teaching? Damn," Will added.

"Okay, what's the issue with her? Eva? Jordan? Anything about this Cunningham lady?"

"She just hates freshman," Eva supplied. "When you become a sophomore it gets better."

"And she hates when you tip back in your chair," Jordan added. "She'll make you pay her 25 cents if she sees you do it in her class."

"Okay, no tipping in chairs, and I have to deal with her for a year, noted." You turned to your brothers. "How do you know of her?"

"I didn't have a problem with her other than the fact that she's a crappy teacher," Will said. "But Jay, on the other hand, he's a different story."

"What'd you do?"

"So, I was a freshman when you were born and Mom went into labor the night before I had a test. And, because everyone hates tests, I went to the hospital with Will that morning and we waited for Mom to you know, be done giving birth to you.

"And, I went to school the next day and this old hag said that because there wasn't a doctor's note that I couldn't take the test--"

"He was this close--" Will pinched his pointer finger and thumb together so that they were almost touching. "--to taking you to school one day just to show you to Cunningham and saying is this a good enough doctor's note for you?"

"But Mom wouldn't let me do that...for obvious reasons. And then, because I couldn't take that one stupid test, I did not do well in that class."

"Just say you're related to me," Will said. "Don't mention Jay's name at all and you'll be fine."

"Got it. I'm gonna go in the water now."

You started to go in the water when you heard Erin and Will trying to convince Jay to go in.

"Dude, I can't roughhouse because of my ribs, you know this!" Jay told Will. "And, I am not going in the water with you again, not after what happened last time."

"Jay, that was twelve years ago, give it rest."

At this, your ears perked up. "What'd Will do?" you asked, walking back up to your brothers and Erin.

"He tried to drown me."

"Did not! I just wanted to see how long you could hold your breath."

"Yeah, see how long it would take me to drown!"

"He tried to drown you?" Erin asked.

"Yeah," Jay answered. "Me and Will were playing in the water. I was like 16 and Will was like 18. Y/N was a little toddler and was playing with her shovel on the beach. Then, Mom had to go to the bathroom, so she left me and Will in charge."

"Bad idea number one," Will said.

"There's more bad ideas. So, Y/N's playing in the sand, me and Will are playing in the water, and then next thing I know, Will's practically on top of me and holding my head underwater."

"And the minute I let you up was the minute Mom came back."

"Yup, perfect timing."

"And then you have Y/N who's sitting on the beach and decided to watch us and was just clapping her hands and chanting again, again!"

"Really?" you asked, as you tried to hold back your laughter. "I did that?" Will nodded and you shrugged. "Sounds pretty accurate to me."

"And then I didn't get ice cream after."

"Yeah, you didn't get ice cream after." Jay took a deep breath. "You almost killed me!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm going in the water to cool off. Maybe it is best that you guys stay here. But, I mean, Gabby's here and I hope to God Will knows CPR because he's a doctor and that you cops do, too."

Once Will saw that you weren't focused on him and Jay anymore, he turned to his little brother. "Hey, how old was dad when he kinda, you know, clocked out on parenting us?"

"Early high school," Jay answered. "Why are you...oh shit, Y/N."

"Yeah, Y/N," Will reiterated. "And, we had Mom, so it wasn't that bad. But, she doesn't have that."

"She's got us," Jay said. "That's gotta count for something."

A/N: I was going to post this last night, but I almost fell asleep while editing, so it's coming out now. Anyway, not sure how I feel about this one, but I got it done, so that's all that matters. Thank you for reading! Please vlike/reblog and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to the taglist, just comment that you want to be added down below. PS: That story about chickens being dropped into the courtyard at school, yeah my older cousin did that for his senior prank and the lookout got caught and they had to do community service to walk at graduation.

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thejilyship · 3 years

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if you’re still taking prompts, “you’re so clingy, i love it” for jily 🥰

Okay, so this stands on it’s own, but I wrote it into my ‘It’s Just Coffee’ Universe!

So some details are different! This is a singledad!james fic, Harry’s birthday is around Lily’s birthday. James and Lily are in uni together, they met in their econ class and at this point in their story, they’ve been together for four and a half months.

AO3 | Start from the beginning

“You’re so clingy, I love it.” Lily said into Harry’s hair. He was draped across her front, as he had been for the last ten minutes or so, ever since James’ study group for one of his maths classes had arrived.

Normally, Harry a very sociable kid, who didn’t get nervous around new people, but there were quite a few people in this study group, and they were all in Harry’s house, and they were loud, and it was close to bed time. So Lily had taken him into his bedroom to get away from the noise. And so James could concentrate on maths.

Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and James had been stressing out since Tuesday because he wanted to put together something big and romantic for their first Valentine’s together, but he also had a very big exam, very early Monday morning, and his group could only meet today.

Lily, who was a romantic, had assured him that she understood, that she didn’t want him to worry about it, that they didn’t need to go out just because it was Valentine’s. She told him that they could celebrate the following weekend, when he was 150% less stressed without an exam to worry about, and when Sirius would be available to babysit Harry.

James had agreed, but Lily didn’t think it was guiltless.

She didn’t know how to explain to him that the calendar date really wasn’t important to her. Holding Harry against her chest, feeling his heartbeat synchronizing with hers, that was what was important. If she spent all of Valentine’s with Harry cuddling into her chest and holding onto her finger like he was just then, she would be perfectly happy.

Harry popped his head up when a particularly loud member of James’ study group yelled something, and he looked at Lily with wide green eyes. “We’re friends with Sirius, Harry. Loud people can’t bother us too much.” The little boy smiled at her. He had turned one only three days after Lily’s twenty first birthday, but she was pretty sure that he understood everything that she said.

“Siri!”

“Yeah, he’s loud. Much louder than your dad’s friends.”

“Da?”

“Yeah,” Lily nodded. “Remember when it was our birthday weekend and Uncle Sirius sand Let’s Go Swimming while standing on top of the table? That was loud. I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t call to complain.”

“Blub blub!” Harry clapped at the mention of one of his favorite songs and Lily smiled at him.

“See, you remember. There’s no need to be worried about boys who are good at maths.”

Harry went on a long story after that, using his hands and many facial expressions and Lily listen very intently before he started laughing and then kissed her cheek with too much zealous. Then he was done sitting on her lap and went to go dump out all of his bins of toys. Lily picked up her homework that she’d set down when he’d first come over to cuddle, and started working again.

James’ study group was kicked out at exactly seven o’clock so that James would be able to do his normal nighttime routine with Harry.

Lily heard the front door shut and then James opened Harry’s door.

“I hate this class.” He said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Da!” Harry clapped and started laughing as he bounced up and down.

“Harry!” James smiled at him, crouching down and opening his arms. Harry dropped the yellow car he’d been chewing on and started tottering toward James. Lily watched the two of them.

“You don’t hate this class, you hate working with others outside of class. You weren’t fond of it even when I was your partner.” She quirked a brow at him and he shook his head, turning Harry around to go back to his cars and then turning his attention to her.

“I did not hate having you as a partner.”

“No, you just hated coming over to my flat to help me with our project.”

James rolled his eyes and stood up so he could walk over to where Lily was seated in the rocking chair. “Thank you for watching him.”

“I told you to stop doing that.” Lily shook her head and looked back down at her notebook. Harry had brought her half a dozen puzzle pieces since he’d gotten down to play, and they were stacked on top of her unopened textbook.

“I know, but I’m not going to stop. I appreciate your help.”

Lily glanced over at him.

“I mean, I know that you’ve said many times that Harry is the main reason that you’re dating me-“

“I mean, you’re a good snog too.”

“Right, of course. But just because you enjoy spending time with him, doesn’t mean that I’m not thankful that you agree to help out.”

A lot of big feelings had been brewing in Lily’s heart for the last month or so, but she didn’t know how to voice them yet, so she offered James a smile. “You promised me on New Years that we were going to be together all year. And next year. Am I supposed to only date you when you have a babysitter?”

James ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, that would make things a bit more difficult. Seeing as how Sirius has been impossible these last couple of weeks.”

“He’s still upset that Harry said my name before his.”

“Probably.” James agreed. He leaned over and kissed the top of Lily’s head. “I’m gonna give the kid a bath and start the bedtime routine. Then we can have our date night in.”

“You almost didn’t sound disappointed when you said it that time!” Lily laughed. “I’ll clean up in here.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” Lily nodded. “But I’m going to.”

James hummed but then walked to the dresser and got Harry’s pajamas. “Come on, buckling, let’s go for a scrub.” He held out his hand and Harry latched on quickly.

Lily watched them leave the room and then let out a heavy sigh. She’d only known them since the end of September. How was it possible that she hadn’t known either of them before September? That was only about five months ago.

Her life had irrevocably changed when she met them. They fit together in a way that Lily hadn’t been aware people could fit together. They’re friend all got along, Lily’s mum loved them both, James’ parents texted her nearly every other day, even Lily’s sister hadn’t been able to find anything mean to say about James or Harry. She’d been a bit mean about James being such a young, single father before she’d met him, but no one could see James with Harry and suggest that he wasn’t a completely wonderful father.

Lily put her homework aside and chewed on her lip as she went about cleaning the room.

Lily had always been enamored with kids, which was one of her main motivations for becoming a primary school teacher, but Harry was different. The love that she felt for him was different. It was bigger and it took over more of her brain than she had been prepared for.

She still lived with Mary technically. But she spent most of her time that she wasn’t in school, here. Half the time, Mary was here with her, and Sirius joked about how they had their own flat to hangout in, but Lily was starting to be more comfortable here.

She finished cleaning and then moved out to the living room to finish up her homework. She was writing down the last homework problem when Harry and James came out of the bathroom. Harry was wearing dinosaur pajamas that had spikes down his back and claws on the feet. They had been a birthday present from Remus.

“Those are so cute!”

“I already sent Remus half a dozen pictures.” James laughed, seeing that Lily was getting her phone out.

“Alright, but what about my mum?”

“Yep, she got some too.” James plopped Harry down on the end of the couch. “I’m gonna get his bottle.”

“Come here, little dino.” Lily closed up her textbook and put it on the coffee table just in time for Harry to tackle her in a hug. “You give the best hugs, buddy.” Lily took a big whiff of his freshly cleaned hair and squeezed him to her chest, causing him to giggle. Lily gave him plenty of kisses in quick succession to keep him giggling and then she as laughing too.

James came back with Harry’s bottle and scooped him up. “What are you two laughing at?” He asked, handing Harry his bottle and then sitting down nearly on top of Lily. She laughed again and traced her hand up his back and into his hair.

“He makes my heart full.” Lily said. “It overflows in laughter.”

James snorted. “You should write for hallmark.”

“I should.” Lily agreed, twisting James’ hair in her fingers and leaning against his shoulder.

“All I can see right now are numbers. My brain feels like mush.”

Lily hummed, pressing a kiss to James’ bicep. “Nothing a little post-bedtime snogging can’t cure.”

James laughed and turned his head to kiss her forehead. “That’s probably true.”

Harry never took long to put down, as he normally fell asleep with his bottle. James came back from laying him down, and immediately came back to the couch and cupped Lily’s face.

He kissed her sweetly, in that way he did when he had something he wanted to say. When he pulled back his eyes were bright. “I know that we’re not going to do Valentine’s how couples normally celebrate, but I did get you a present, and I want to give it to you tonight.”

Lily ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the corner of his smile. “I got you a present too.”

“I knew you were going to,” He shook his head. “You kept going on about how you don’t care about Valentine’s day-“

“I knew that you were going to get me a present! I couldn’t not get you anything!” Lily laughed.

“Yeah, well, I love you and I wasn’t going to ignore Valentine’s day!”

James hopped up from the couch and jogged into the kitchen. He pulled something from the top of the fridge, which was a pretty good hiding place since Lily couldn’t see up there. He climbed over the back of the couch and fell back into his spot beside her.

“Alright,” He said, holding out to her a purple bag the size of a book. She took it and appraised it’s weight. It was fairly heavy. Maybe it was a book.

She smiled at him and then reached in. The first three things she pulled out were candy bars, and they all had post-it notes stuck to them with candy heart phrases on them. James’ ears turned red while Lily red them all. Be mine, Only you and Soulmate. After the candy bars there were bags of gummy worms and gummy bears and Lily laughed as she kept pulling out all the candy.

She was buried in a small mountain of candy by the time she noticed the small box at the bottom of the bag.

Lily picked it up, it was a little bigger than her palm, and pretty thin. There was little chance of it being filled with more candy.

“And what’s this?” She asked, peeking up at him. At Christmas, she’s specifically forbade him from getting her any kind of jewelry. She set a spending limit and made him stick to it. She’d enforced the same rule for her birthday.

“Open it.” His ears were entirely red now. Lily smiled at him and then pulled the lid off the little box. To her relief, she wasn’t met with any kind of precious stone. It was a simple, gold locket.

She pulled it out of the box and glanced briefly at James before she opened it.

Inside was a very tiny, very cute picture of James and Harry. It was a picture that Lily had taken about a month ago, one that she said she was going to print out and show everyone so she could brag about how lucky she was. And James had put this picture that made her insides melt, into a locket for her.

She dropped the empty box back into the bag and then leaned forward on her knees to kiss him.

“You like it?” He said when she pulled back and swept her hair over her shoulder.

She held out the necklace to him and nodded. “I love it.”

He helped her with the clasp and then she jumped off the couch to go and fetch his present, which she’d hidden in the oven.

“We both hid them in the kitchen?” James laughed. “That could have been problematic.”

Lily smiled and came back with a red box that she had decorated with a large white bow. She handed it to James. “You’re going to make fun of me for being hallmark again, but I don’t care!”

James laughed as he pulled off the lid. “I won’t make fun of you.”

“You will.”

The first thing he pulled out of the box was a tin of cookies. They were all shaped as hearts, and similar to his gift, they had candy hearts phrases on them, but they were a bit more explicit than normal candy hearts. They said things like, I like your butt, and Shag me.

Under the tin was a photo album and Lily held her breath as he picked it up, setting the box aside so he could open it.

The first page was one of the very first picture she’d taken of Harry and James. It was after their second date and Harry had been laughing hysterically every time James ripped a piece of paper. Both of them were red in the face. Lily had taken thousands of pictures since she’d started dating James. And this album was a collection of her favorites. Next to each of the pictures, she’d written a little note about what was going on in the picture.

Lily waited for James to turn the page so she could see him react to a picture of Lily and Sirius, but he just kept looking down at the first picture.

“Do you like it?” She said, reaching out and putting a hand on his arm. “I figured I should do something nice with all the pictures I take.”

“I uh-“ He cleared his throat and Lily leaned down to try and get a better look at his face, but he kept his head down. “I love it.” His voice was strained.

“James?”

He looked up at her, his head tilted to the side. He was crying.

“Oh no!” Her hands fluttered about, not entire sure what to do. She’s not seen James cry before. “What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing.” He laughed, reaching up and swiping at his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

“Yeah you did,” James laughed again. “You can’t write things like this and-“

“That’s what I thought you’d make fun of me for!�� She reached up and cupped his cheek.

“You wrote, ‘This is the moment I knew that I wanted you two to be my forever.’” James pointed at the caption on the first picture. “What part of that am I going to make fun of?”

“The very first one made you cry?” Lily pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. “Oh my goodness, James. I love you so much.” She leaned up to kiss him.

“I love you so much.” He repeated against her lips. “This is a very thoughtful present but I can’t read anymore of it right now.” Lily laughed as she nodded in agreement.

“No, I think we need to find something else to do.”

“Maybe some of that snogging we talked about earlier?”

“Maybe, but I was thinking we could eat all of this candy you got me.”

“Yes!” He agreed. “And the cookies.” She kissed him again and then shook her head as she sat back down.

“Maybe I really should work for Hallmark.”

James laughed and slung his arm around her. “I guess that’s what we’re watching then.” He handed her the remote and shoved a cookie in his mouth before resting his hand on top of the album.

He could make fun of her for being a sap all he wanted, but he loved it.

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respectablesentiment · 3 years

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It’s Tuesday afternoon and like clockwork, Ellie Williams and Abigail Anderson are in the arcade. Every Tuesday and Thursday they arrive within minutes of Dina starting her shift. They don’t come on Mondays as Abby has swim practice, Wednesdays are out cause they both have soccer, and on Fridays Ellie has baseball. Week in and week out, they are here. Bickering and jeering at each other as they bounce between machines, hogging Street Fighter and stuffing ribbons of tickets into their bags. -- prompt: redemption, day 6 of elliedina week small town 90s AU one-shot, Dina works in an arcade and her best customers are Ellie and her meathead cousin

(day 1: ache) | (day 2: dawn) | (day 3: trouble) | (day 4: family) | (day 5: abandonment)

or you can read ‘crushes’ here if you prefer:

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It’s Tuesday afternoon and like clockwork, Ellie Williams and Abigail Anderson are in the arcade.

Every Tuesday and Thursday they arrive within minutes of Dina starting her shift. They don’t come on Mondays as Abby has swim practice, Wednesdays are out cause they both have soccer, and on Fridays Ellie has baseball.

Week in and week out, they are here. Bickering and jeering at each other as they bounce between machines, hogging Street Fighter and stuffing ribbons of tickets into their bags.

Dina reckons they’d come before school if they didn’t have track multiple times a week.

She doesn’t know how they do it, feeling mildly out of breath just rushing from school to her shift. But they’re gorgeous and sun kissed and athletic and it shows. Strong arms, built shoulders, trim waists, handsome and freckled and gay.

So gay.

She’s unsure if she’s ever seen Abby wearing sleeves outside of her soccer uniform, and every other shirt she owns looks as though she’s ripped the sleeves off haphazardly.

Ellie’s hair is shaggy, still lingering in the awkward stages of a mullet as it grows from a shorter cut, sticking out at old angles under a baseball cap and often half stuck in the collar of one of Ellie’s flannel shirts.

Dina loses too much time each week thinking about it. Ellie’s hair looks soft, her smile is lopsided, her voice scratchy and she just does it for Dina.

There’s something about Ellie that just works.

It’s always worked.

Dina had moved to Jackson when she was fifteen; she sat behind Ellie in math for two years and she barely learnt a thing. Awestruck and stupid at the slope of her neck and the flex of her arms.

She was better now, her tongue no longer heavy in her mouth and the urge to flee was long abandoned.

Dina had worked in the arcade for almost two years, since she was sixteen, and she’d spent many shifts sitting at the prize counter studying for exams, trying and struggling to learn what she’d missed in math that day.

“Hey Dina,” Ellie says warmly, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Hi Ellie,” Dina greets, wiping her face and hoping she wasn’t drooling as she forces a smile.

Their friendship was new and tentative. Dina still mildly nervous at times after crushing on Ellie from a distance all through middle school. She likes to believe at times that her crush was gone but over the last few months of short conversations, she knew she was slipping.

“Did you have a good day today?” Ellie asks easily.

“Yeah, it was alright,” Dina shrugs, fidgeting with her pen and looking down at her homework. “We got that history essay today though, so I think another wave of assignments is incoming.”

Ellie grimaces. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it,” she says, rubbing the back of her neck and Dina feels two years of her life peel away as she watches Ellie’s bicep bulge in the movement. “I’m not the best with writing.”

“I- I thought you wrote all the time?” Dina asks, swallowing thickly. “You’ve always got that notebook of yours out at lunch.”

Ellie’s cheeks turn a little pink and she glances away. “Don’t tell anyone,” Ellie says, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. “But it’s all just song lyrics and bad poetry.”

Dina grins, butterflies almost violent in her stomach, her gaze lingering on the slight touch of hazel in Ellie’s green eyes.

“Essays on the other hand,” Ellie smiles crookedly. “Not my thing.”

Dina nods jerkily. “Yeah, yeah I get that.” She blinks, registering her words. “I mean- I’ll pick an essay over math any day but-” She shrugs. “Everyone is different.”

“I’d prefer math,” Ellie says, resting her hands on the counter. “It’s my favourite subject.”

“It’s my worst,” Dina admits.

“If you ever want to study together,” Ellie offers bashfully, waving a hand in the air. “Let me know?”

“I- yeah, yeah I will,” Dina says awkwardly, thinking about how entirely unhelpful that would be and how desperately she’d want that.

“Ellie!” Abby’s booming voice calls across the room. “You gettin’ change or what, dude?”

Ellie sighs. “I’m sorry about her,” she says, rolling her eyes. “She was dropped on her head as a baby.”

Dina laughs, holding out a hand to take some bills from Ellie. “It’s all good,” she smiles, opening the till. “She doesn’t really have an inside voice, does she?”

“Nup,” Ellie grins.

Dina exchanging the money without question, forty bucks in quarters is excessive but they both know it’s nothing new. Both Ellie and Abby worked weekends at their family business Miller Construction to fund it. Neither of the last names are Miller but Dina didn’t question it, always stuck on the image of Ellie in a toolbelt more than anything else. Sometimes they wrap up early on Sundays and come in covered in sawdust and sweat, ready to spend their entire pay and leave Dina breathless.

“We’re getting close,” Ellie says, looking up at the water gun on the top shelf behind Dina.

“I feel like you’d be a lot closer if you just bought one outright,” Dina says teasingly.

“We could never find a beauty like that in the wild,” Ellie says dramatically, accepting the rolls of quarters as Dina hands them over.

She’s not entirely wrong. Jackson was a small town and there certainly wasn’t another place around where they’d find it outside of actually driving to a city.

Dina doesn’t get the appeal, but she admires the dedication.

In the following weeks, Ellie and Abby start to come in on days after practice with wet hair and eager expressions.

“We’re getting really close,” Ellie says again one Monday afternoon. The first time she’s shown up without Abby in tow. “Abby thinks we might hit it tonight,” she continues.

They’d been chatting for a handful of hours, Ellie had come up to get change and lingered to chat until she eventually just sat on the counter. The conversation was easy, Ellie’s smile was bright, and Dina didn’t want it to end.

So of course, Abby finally arrives.

She narrows her eyes questioningly when she sees Ellie at the counter and Ellie is almost immediately pink as she hops off the counter.

“How’d you go so far?” Abby asks.

“I, uh,” Ellie runs a hand through her hair sheepishly. “I haven’t started.”

“Dude,” Abby groans, punching Ellie in the shoulder. “Come on, get your head in the game!”

Ellie winces at the punch. “That was hard!” She protests as she shoves Abby. Abby grabs her and they begin to attempt to wrestle each other, their legs twisting as they both attempt the same move to trip the other over.

“Hey!” Dina yells incredulously. “No roughhousing!”

“Sorry, Dina,” Ellie apologises as they break apart, elbowing Abby when the other girl doesn’t speak.

“I’m sorry too,” Abby says lamely.

“Excuse my cousin,” Ellie says. “She doesn’t have any manners ’cause she was raised in a barn.”

“Hey!” Abby frowns. “That’s not true and we’re not cousins.”

“We are cousins,” Ellie says rolling her eyes.

“No, we’re not,” Abby protests.

“We are too!”

“We are not,” Abby says exasperatedly. “You’re the adopted kid of my dad’s sister’s husband’s brother.”

“Exactly!” Ellie agrees brightly, turning back to Dina with a smile. “So, we’re cousins.”

Dina tries and fails to hide her laughter.

“Your aunt is my aunt but we’re not each other’s aunt’s children,” Abby tries to argue, looking mildly confused. “So we’re like distantly connected but not related and therefore not cousins.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Ellie says shaking her head. “If my dad is the brother of your aunt’s husband then we’re cousins.”

“We don’t share any grandparents though,” Abby says, scratching her head. “So, we can’t be cousins.”

“Dude, I’m adopted,” Ellie says with a laugh. “It makes no difference if I’m your aunt’s child or your dad’s brother-in-law’s brother’s child, because either way there’s no blood there.”

Abby frowns. “I don’t- I don’t get it.”

“Neither do I,” Dina interjects. “I don’t think I followed any of that.”

“Anyway,” Ellie says. “We’re cousins and we need some more quarters, please and thank you.”

“We just need 217 more tickets,” Abby says, looking up at the water gun.

Dina looks up at the water gun, dust settled on grey and purple body of it. “I don’t know if it’s worth the tickets,” she says apologetically, looking at the small sign reading ‘Redeem for 15,000’ in front of it. “I have no idea much money you’ve spent so far, but you’ve spent a lot.”

“It’s the 1996 CPS 2000 Mk 1 Super Soaker,” Abby says, as though it means something to Dina. “It’s priceless.”

“Is it?” Dina asks.

“It’s the first elastic pressure Super Soaker ever made,” Ellie adds.

The addition doesn’t clarify anything for Dina and her blank expression must tell them as much.

“It was discontinued last year for the 1998 CPS 2500,” Abby frowns. “The 2500 has an even smaller nozzle than the CPS 2000 Mk 2.”

“Is that- is that what this one is?” Dina asks.

“This is the first release,” Ellie says. “The Mk 2 has 25% less capacity cause they shortened the pressure gauge and most of them have a different pump with a visible pin…” Her voice trails off, seemingly a little embarrassed.

“The Mk2 and the 2500 are shit compared to this,” Abby says. “This is the most powerful Super Soaker ever produced, better than the 300!”

“Oh wow,” Dina says politely, trying to force enthusiasm into her voice.

“It’s got the best time, output and range,” Abby continues. “I heard that someone once shot a kid in the eye with one and it removed the eye.”

“I really really doubt that,” Dina says. “Regardless, when you do get it, please do not shoot each other in the face.”

“We won’t,” Ellie smiles.

“Redemption will never be as sweet,” Abby whispers to herself, still gazing up at the water gun.

They get it by the Thursday, lugging in several backpacks of tickets for Dina to look at.

“We’ve come for redemption,” Abby says in a gravelly voice, her expression only serious for a moment before it cracks and she’s grinning dopily.

Counting the tickets was a chore and Dina didn’t do it as closely as she probably should have, trusting Abby’s count considering how meticulously ordered and bound the tickets were in sets of 250.

When Dina finally hands it over, Abby hugs the gun tightly to her chest. Dina’s mildly concern that Abby might kiss it.

Ellie and Abby’s jaws drop when Dina takes another identical water gun out from under the counter and places it back on the top shelf.

“There’s another-” Ellie says, eyes wide.

“I want it,” Abby whispers.

“Abby, we can’t-” Ellie tries.

“I want it,” Abby says wistfully. “We can totally get it.”

“We cannot,” Ellie protests.

“Think of how powerful we’ll be,” Abby says, bouncing on her feet a little like she’s torn between running off to play with the water gun or to go back to one of the arcade machines.

“I just don’t get it,” Dina mutters to herself.

It takes a week until they show up again; she talks to Ellie at times at school, but they don’t share lunch period and it’s not the same.

Her shifts feel longer, the kids seem more annoying and her homework seems to make less sense.

Their arrival makes her disproportionately happy, beaming at them as they come over to the counter to make change.

“I see you still have both eyes, Abby,” Dina says almost affectionately. “Did it live up to all your hopes and dreams?”

“It really did,” Abby says giddily, her eyes sparkling. “We’re gonna get his brother now, I think.”

Dina grins. “By the way, we just got in Mortal Kombat 4.”

“Finally!” Abby yells, smacking the counter before stalking away.

“I like her,” Dina says to Ellie.

“She’s pretty great,” Ellie sighs. There’s a beat of silence before them before Ellie’s peers over the counter. “How’s your homework treating you?”

Dina groans.

“That bad?” Ellie asks, looking apologetic for asking.

“Math is just not my thing,” Dina says, dropping her face into her hands.

“Can I help?” Ellie asks earnestly.

It’s later that night when it happens.

They spend an hour looking through the work, Ellie sitting with Dina behind the counter as she works through a handful of example questions in a crooked handwriting.

And it slowly clicks.

Dina’s almost giddy with relief as she understands. “God, I’m so glad we’re friends now,” Dina says honestly.

“Me too,” Ellie smiles softly, her eyes crinkling.

“You know what’s funny?” Dina asks, unable to stop herself.

“What?”

“It’s funny but I had a huge crush on you like two years ago,” she admits.

Ellie’s jaw drops. “Really?”

Dina nods sheepishly.

“Wait, really? Two years ago?” Ellie asks pressingly.

“Yeah,” Dina flushes.

Ellie swears, smacking the table in front of her and pacing in the small space.

“What?”

“I had a crush on you two years ago,” Ellie groans, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Dina curses, her head in her hands.

“I know,” Ellie sighs.

“Fuuuuck.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Dina asks, looking up to question Ellie.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Ellie repeats anxiously.

They stare at each other almost angrily in their frustration, tense and regretful. Dina can’t blame her for not saying anything and she knows it.

Two years of what ifs between them.

“You good?”

They both startle, jumping in their skin to turn and find Abby on the other side of the counter, glancing between them and chewing gum lazily.

“She had a crush on me two years ago,” Ellie laments, the words rushing out all at once.

“Okay,” Abby says, blowing a bubble and popping it before continuing. “But like, she still likes you, so what’s the issue?”

Dina has never hated her more.

“I- Abby you-” Ellie stammers, looking angrily at Abby before turning to Dina. “I- I mean, do you?”

Dina swallows before nodding awkwardly.

Ellie looks elated, bouncing on the balls of her feet slightly with restless energy like Abby the week prior. “Do you, uh, do you wanna go on a-?” She clears her throat. “Can I take- Can I please take you on a date? Would you-”

Dina reaches out to stop her, taking Ellie’s hand gently in hers. “I would love to go on a date with you,” she says sincerely, her cheeks are burning, and she knows she’s probably blushing just as much as Ellie.

They smile at each other eagerly, thrumming with excitement and giddy with affection.

“So like,” Abby interrupts. “Can I get some more quarters, though?”

(Ellie has baseball practice after school the next day. Dina has the night off work, so she sits in the stands, her homework open and ignored in her lap. They go to a diner for burgers and fries afterwards, holding hands across the table, and they have their first kiss that night at Dina’s front door.)

#tlou2 fanfic #my writing #elliedina week #a break from the angst of my last fic lol #i fucking love abby anderson #i found this one super fun to write

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middle of the night: all about luv - p.js

ALL ABOUT LUV ‣ MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

you just needed to pass your classes and you'd be out of this hellhole but of course you couldn't do it alone! it was a two man job with your lifestyle so the school assigned you to the one and only park jisung, clumsy straight a student who you may or may not have now taken a liking to....

pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4.5k

info: rebel!reader, nerd!jisung, strangers to lovers!au, non-idol!au, high school!au

warnings: explicit/vulgar language, mentions of drugs, alcohol, little bit alcohol consumption

a/n: hey omg i can’t believe i finally posted a part to this series, i hope u guys enjoy it and PLEASE tell me if you want a taglist okay? thanks!

You were fierce, everyone knew. Even those who haven't even seen you and your tricks in-person feared when you attended school. Although you were known to play tricks, rough-house, and start problems with the other kids who didn't even bother attending school or pursue their actual desires- you had one and was determined to make it come true one way or another. But unfortunately, you were pretty dim compared to the students who roamed the hallways, it never stopped you, Today you decided on approaching your math teacher since she was surprisingly the only one who cheered you on with your aspirations,

"So...I'm passing three of my four courses this semester!?" You eagerly questioned the woman in front of you, "Yes, you are" confirmed with the recent grade updates, you sigh in relief knowing you were passing most of your classes with satisfying marks, so you made your way to the exit.

However, she pulled you back down to your seat. "You're failing Science Y/n," she added pointing at the 34, "Well I don't even know what's happening in there, how can I pass in such a short time?"

He stared out the window of the Science lab. He had plans after school, "Jisung? Park Jisung?" an unfamiliar teacher called from the door frame; his attention was mainly towards the girl behind her which sent shivers down his spine.

"Can you meet me in Room 284 after school?" Of course not, he's finally scored a fucking date with Lee Jieun one of the prettiest and popular girls of the junior division, he looked over to Jieun in the back of the class who was listening in on your conversation along with everybody else in the classroom, she looked disappointed but nodded permitting him to ditch their date, he smiled apologetically at the girl before focusing his attention to the door,

"Sure."

Knocks were heard from the door which made your busy teacher who was marking work signal you to go open the entrance to this quite cold classroom. Roughly around 5'11 probably 6'0 boy is wearing a worn-out white shirt, with a navy blue blazer, pants and a poorly tied tie. His attire was mandatory but his hair was unique, rocking pink-brown hair was not something you see every day unless they were idols. The sun shined passed the windows onto the boy making his rosewood hair turn into a more dark salmon colour. "Jisung!" Your Math teacher chirped to the boy pulling out a chair next to yours indicating you two to sit back down. She took a good two minutes out of your time to finish up on marking and organizing the sheets sprawled across the desk, you and Jisung just sat in silence. In all honestly, Jisung was shitting himself. You and the reputation you had here were most definitely the reason why. Shifting his position every ten seconds, the occasional glances to you, and bouncing his leg. Finally, she turned her attention to the pair in front of her, "So you two are probably really confused."she stated looking at Jisung, then you."Poor Y/n here, my favourite student-"She pauses looking at you with a smile and towards Jisung who looked confused on how,"which is surprising to the staff apparently which I have no idea how...she hasn't been...rebellious in a few weeks since she's trying to pass before the summer break."Clasping her hands together she looks up at you two, "Jisung I need you to tutor Y/n until she gets her final grade in." When I tell you his eyes widened enough for you to see the wrinkles on his forehead form, you did. You smiled accepting the help but it quickly seeing his distressed self, "Are you okay? Do you not want to tutor me?"You asked, and it was your first time ever speaking to the boy he never expected you to sound so soft and gentle; predicting beforehand that you had a rough deeper voice. His facial expression softens slightly at your hopeful gaze piercing through him- hoping he'd tutor you, cause frankly, you needed it more than anyone in your division at this point (Maybe you're being a little selfish but who cares.). Jisung was sitting in his seat, zoned out, probably processing all this. It took him a minute, but he finally looked up from fiddling with his fingers. "Oh Of course I will! I can do Wednesdays after school and Saturday around noon?"It was pretty shocking how confident he sounded ordering you around that second- which made the teacher grin at the shy boy's sudden dominance. Chuckling a little with a small smile plastered on your face you say "Works perfectly, I'll be leaving now. Bye Ms.," You said jolting up grabbing your backpack walking towards the door, but before you leave you gotta leave a nice impression on the boy plus its rude to not say goodbye isn't it.

"Goodbye Jisung Park."

It was Tuesday and Jisung was sitting in the Music room during lunch eating and catching up on his Health papers when you walked in. This was your usual spot in the late spring when you needed AC and a place to lay down. On a regular day for Jisung, he'd be in the front of the school on the bench working however it was too hot for him today so he opted to break into the already unlocked classroom to eat and study in. Sitting on top of the sink counter you lean to open a window pulling out a cigarette, you came here to smoke and it was a great place since it was deserted. "W-What are you doing?" Jisung asked looking up from his notebook sitting on the carpet. "Do I look like I'm about to jump out the window? no. I'm gonna smoke."You informed sarcastically on the boy. He was slightly taken aback you were so sweet yesterday and today your back with your bad girl reputation still strong. He threw you a quick look before getting up, putting his things in his bag, and throwing out the rest of his lunch. Now, walking towards you he takes the cigarette out your hand before you could even light it and threw it out the open window. "Hey! I wasn't done with that, and I didn't even start with it!" You raised your voice at him which did make him flinch but provoked him to argue back, "Yah! Your smoking is unhealthy and against school rules." He paused but started again, "You want to pass, don't you? I'm helping you pass, aren't I? Get your things together if you want my help Y/n."He spat. Honestly, you didn't think his words would affect you so much but it fueled the fire you started a minute ago. "Shut up Park, stop acting all tough when you know nothing about me, I never needed your help I was just going along with Ms." you argued back before grabbing your backpack and the lighter on the counter before hopping off pushing the tallboy to the side rudely, muttering something about bullshit.

"I was helping her! And she says you know nothing about me Park! like of course I don't butt why does she need to be an asshole when I'm trying to help her out." Jisung complains to Chenle in front of him. "Maybe she's like addicted," Chenle says trying to make the best out of the situation "Look, she'll warm up to you eventually cause you two will be spending lots of time together now." Jisung huffs in disbelief that Chenle is basically on your side here, getting up from the grassy field to join the rest of his gym class in soccer.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees a figure under the bleachers; you. He knows you are upset with him as much as he is with you but he still wants to encourage you to pass Science with his help. "Park! Get your ass over here!" Yedam, his classmate calls him to grab his things on the field before heading into the change rooms.

The school bell rang, you watched students walk out of their classrooms to their lockers, friends, lovers. You were leaning against the wall beside the empty Music room contemplating if you should leave and hang out with some friends by Unjeong Lake Park or stay in with Park Jisung to study for Science. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice, "Hey." Jisung stood in front of you, backpack resting on one shoulder and a Science textbook in his hand. "Hi," It was awkward being around him after you little tilt.

"Let's go," You trailed behind Jisung watching him take you to an unfamiliar part of the school, the West End. "Why are we here?" You question the pink-haired boy, but all you get in return is silence. At last, he brought you two to the old gym, it hasn't been used in almost 6 years but somehow it looks squeaky clean. "This is my hangout spot after school, I kind of made my friends go down to Unjeong for the day so we could study here until I find a proper place." He explains to you placing his books and bag on the stacked mats, offering to take your bag too, you let him. "So what Unit is your class working on now?" He asked you once the two of you sat on one of the many beanbags in the gym (Probably brought in from his pals), "Well my mom made me take Biology I and I know you are in my class I just don't show up..." You lean back on the beanbag playing with the lighter in your hands "What are we learning Park?" He visibly gulps at you doesn't even know why he's nervous himself, maybe because your scary? Probably.

"Well we're on our last unit of the year and the Unit test and Final Exam are what can get you to pass the class with at least a 60," He said moving to grab his textbook flipping to a page with sticky notes plastered all over. "We are in Unit 5, Plants: Anatomy, Growth, and Function. It's an easy Unit so we could go through it in two months then spend the two weeks before the final exam prep." Jisung finished speaking and handed you the textbook that was on the Unit page, it didn't look hard but you knew better to judge a book by its cover. "Alright, where do we start." You smile at the grinning boy who's suddenly amused by your aspiration to pass the course.

It's 2:45 and you are in the middle of the last period, Science. It was your last day of the Science of the year, technically. You still had to prep for your final exam, but this was the final unit test which meant for the next month you'd be stuck in a silent classroom with your peers all silently studying over and writing recap notes for the final exam. You finish writing the date on your page and adding a little smiley face at the end of your name, flipping your paper over you take out your earbuds, and play music to pass time.

Good, 15 minutes have passed, and you see students getting up to hand in their papers, this where you tag along and hand it in too. Patting the eraser ends on your skirt off you make it back to your desk sitting then turning to look behind you, a few desks down to a now chocolate haired boy. He was finishing up his test when he looked up to see you basically ogling at him. Throwing you an awkward half-assed smile he looks back to the girl behind him, Jieun.

Jieun and Jisung took a very bad turn once Jisung agreed on tutoring you. She's ghosted the boy and took a liking to her lab partner, Taehyun. It was disappointing to see a girl get jealous over her date tutoring a very incompetent girl like you. If you were in her position, you might've gotten scared but wouldn't drop the kid; it was rude, and honestly, you were glad Jisung accepted that fate and moved on from her. He played with the end of his test sheet before sighing thumping his head against the desk, okay maybe he wasn't that over her yet but he's doing better than you ever would. Over these four months you and Jisung surprisingly got along well, you've opted to occupy a booth int he back of your town's ice cream parlor for studying instead of that abandoned gym in the West End.

In all honesty, you felt bad about how you treated the tall boy in the first few weeks of tutoring. You showed up late which strung the classes longer making one hour, two. You complained, never listened, argued, actually punched him once. But after warming up to him you've started to take a liking, noticing his features a little more than you did last week, finding his beauty mark under his lip stunning. Nowadays he seems ten times more charming, appealing, engaging, and irresistible to you, memorizing his favourite things how he looks up to Kai, the teacher assistant for the seniors. And that he actually hates Science and prefers Gym and Sociology class. He likes all kinds of ice cream and tries new flavors every visit, he never writes with a red-inked pen since he prefers the black one and always lets you know that too ("Y/n did you know red ink stains are a nasty stain to get out, always use black ink."). You aren't the only one who's learned to love the newly blossomed friendship as he's learned as much as you about him, on how you've always wanted to become a Veterinarian, that your love for animals is just unexplainable and the only things holding you down is this horrible reputation you've built yourself over the two years of attending. But better late than ever to change your ways and Jisung was absolutely mesmerized by your determination to achieve the new milestones you've set for yourself.

"PARK JISUNG!" You shrieked barging into the empty ice cream parlor to see the boy sitting idling on his device, he looks up at you running towards your booth. "Hey, shhh", he quiets your overly excited self-telling you to sit."I got my Unit Test mark," you stop talking to take your backpack off and pull out your Unit Test which was graded and with a big fat A on it. "Holy shit! Y/n this is amazing!!"He exclaimed eyes going wide seeing the mark, his hard work really did pay off.

"Now we can start prepping for Finals," Jisung told you after handing your papers back, your shoulders sagged and your smile disappeared, you were hoping to possibly celebrate with your tutor and newfound friend. Shaking your head, you look at him again, "No sorry, I wanna celebrate this tonight," you inform Jisung who looks at you with a somewhat annoyed expression. "Sorry Y/n but one A isn't going to help you get to a passing mark, you need more than that and the only thing that'll help you pass Biology is your Final Exam which is what we need to prep for." What the fuck? Jisung Park, the golden student, and who you thought was your friend basically telling you that your grade wasn't worth all that cheering two minutes ago. That was unbelievable what type of asshole does that, oh wait apparently Jisung Park. You knew you weren't gonna pass with one test, of course not. You might've been dumb but not to that extent, you clench your fists wondering how all that admiration you had for someone just got poured down a drain so quickly. You chuckle heartlessly ' that thought lingered before you look at him and speak.

"Yea of course I know that but do you not understand how big of a milestone this was for me? I am one step behind passing my hardest subject of the semester and you telling me that it's not enough and we need to prepare for a final at the end of a month that has just started is fucking rude Park."You hiss at him now baffled on how he couldn't comprehend after four- almost five months of knowing you. Getting up you grab your backpack and phone and turn to exit the ice-cream parlor.

You were now outside of the small store, and Jisung didn't even come after you. Sighing knowing you should've known associating yourself with someone with a better reputation wouldn't have been smart. Pulling your phone out, you dial in a friend who you knew would be there for you and who had more free time than most students his age. "Jeno," You stammered through the phone "Y/n? Are you okay?" You smile weakly at his concern, not even a minute into a call."Can you pick me up?" you asked quietly to the older boy. Looking through the big glass window to the back of the shop, you see Jisung sitting there watching you intently, and he knows he hurt you. It wasn't his intent to; he just wanted you to reach your goals and he thought celebrating could've been done another time instead not today, I guess he hit a soft spot seeing your facial expression so fragile.

He saw a motorcycle pull up beside you and a muscular guy go and place a helmet on your head after holding you in his embrace for a moment before the two of you hopping back on the ride driving off to god knows where.

You kick around an empty pop can on the sidewalk waiting for your ride. Jeno knew something upsetting you over the phone so he decided not to question it and get you riled up but to drink a couple of beers and play darts at his crib. A Black 2018 Kawasaki Ninja pulls up in front of you, the driver removes his helmet revealed to be your dear friend, Jeno. He felt your gloomy aura already deciding to just embrace you tightly, "Whatever it is, you did amazing." He assured you before breaking the hug to plop the helmet on you and hopping back on with you behind him seated.

"Great job Y/n, I can see you making it through the year, I just finished putting in your final mark 89 is an amazing score and all on your own is shocking." Your Science teacher complimented you after holding you back to show your improvement to you, Jeno encouraged you to still study hard solo after acknowledging that you didn't want to work with Jisung anymore, hard work did pay off now your officially finished with your junior year and with flawless grades. "Have a great summer break," You tell her before walking out for lunch. Last day of school before the summer break, it's been a crazy weird year but you don't seem to be upset. Jisung seemed happy without you anyways, you've been skipping Music to sit out on the bleachers while he had gym class, and made sure to visit the West End more often. You didn't realize it yet but Jisung looking happy stung more than it should've.

Fuck that bullshit Y/n is on, Jisung is miserable without her. He didn't take note of it but he was more than happy to spend his Wednesdays and Saturdays with you. He liked the way your eyes widened or how your jaw almost touched the floor when he teaches you something new, or when your eyed shimmered when your grades went up every quiz. How your nose scrunched up at a difficult question, the way you organized his pencil case when he wasn't looking because 'it had to be cute like him'. He was too much of a coward to keep you by his side, it's safe to say Jisung Park likes you back. Head over heels in love with you probably, but we shouldn't stretch it that far knowing he's working his ass off to get over you, and of his mind but when does he even succeed. It's the last day of school and possibly the last time Jisung gets to see you roam the halls, watch him in Gym class fooling around with his friends, or just see you until the next school year. No, Jisung made it his goal to win you back. He's never seen you that way, never thought he'd need you, all he wants is to see you, hold you.

"No Park. She's not even here kid," Your friend, Yuna told Jisung who was at your doorstep asking for you. "Just, just tell her to text me." He said frustrated now leaving.

"I thought you said he didn't want anything to do with you?" Jeno asked sitting on the couch of Yuna's living room beside you. "He doesn't, I don't know why-" Yuna was quick to argue with you, "He likes you and you left." Jeno nods agreeing, "I see that happening..." He half-joked. "Listen I know he was a jerk in May, but it's June- July tomorrow! He's not being a jerk right now because what freaking jerk comes to your doorstep BEGGING to talk to you?" Yuna ranted.

You know he's not a jerk and he meant no harm that day but it hurt. Everyone always sugarcoated things with you so when Jisung was pretty blunt with you, it stung. You whine at all this thinking about Jisung and feelings, plus even if he did like you, there was so much to unravel than just some lame highschooler who wanted to get her shit together. So so much more than just that. Drinking the rest of the alcohol in your plastic cup you sit up straight staring at the two in front of you who were dying to hear your say in this, "Okay so what if we have our happy ending, what'll happen then? He'll figure out how toxic I am and go running back to Jiwoo or whatever name is."Stopping and using a couch pillow to cover your face- did you seriously imagine yourself with a happy ending, you've fucked up so much that it seems impossible to turn back. Yuna notices your heartache and decided to tone down on his jokes and talk to you 'for realsies',"Sweetheart if he leaves you because your teeny issues were too overwhelming for him it's not worth it but from his recent actions it looks like he'd want to be there with you through those issues. Honestly, he could live a little too so dealing with you- and giving me and Jeno here a break should be thrilling."Adding a light-hearted joke was what you needed to place a soft smile on your lips.

“Now go get your man” Jeno says slapping your back playfully encouraging you to leave the house and venture off to him- wherever he is.

"Can I help you?" A boy wearing Yonsei University sweatshirt asked you. 'This must be Jisung's older brother he told me about' You thought to yourself, "Oh Yes, is Jisung home?" You ask him looking up trying to look as innocent as you can. "Oh you just missed him, he went to get ice cream with his friends," he said. Shouting a quick thanks you run down to the only ice cream parlor Jisung probably knows in town.

CLOSED is all you see in front of the ice cream parlor. Did Jisung's older brother lie to me? Now that you think of it, he and his brother aren't close enough to share those type of things from what you heard, and what type of boy would avoid the girl he supposedly likes. You sit down on the curb looking off into the little soccer field, watching kids play with their friends thinking, then it hit you. Did Jisung lie to his older brother? C'mon Y/n think of the one place Jisung and his friends could be...The park? Nah, too crowded. The mall? No, too far. Think Think Think, one place. Where in the world could Jisung- WEST END! God, why didn't you think of that in the beginning, of course, he's there. Getting up off the curb you make your way quickly to the back of the school, remembering Jisung telling you a back entrance to the West End.

Reaching the back entrance you see it open indicating someone (Jisung and friends) was inside. Maybe you shouldn't barge in and ruin their fun...opting to send Jisung a text you search your pockets to find, nothing. How could you leave your house without your phone? You're like addicted to it. "Excuse me?" A deep voice booms behind you, turning around you look up at the man. It's Jaehyun, the volleyball team captain. "Y/n." You know him, through Jisung, of course, why else would he be at the West End or know your name. "Hi," your breath rather softly which throws the older boy way off since he knows you for your snarky remarks or overly confident aura...Today you seem the opposite really. "Can you tell Jisung to come out for a second?" you ask avoiding eye contact and resorting to looking at the chalked up pavement. He gives you a thumbs up and heads in.

"Park Jisung-ah!" Jaehyun shouts for Jisung loud enough for it to echo in the empty gym. Looking up and seeing Jaehyun, Jisung excuses himself from his current conversation with Doyoung, Yuta, and Renjun to jog over to his Hyung. "Your chick is here," He says pointing out the door to you, Jisung's eyes lit up already knowing who Jaehyun was talking about peeking his head out the door to see you looking off into the parking lot, watching the sunset. He was pulled right back in by Jaehyun, "You better fix whatever's been going on between you, Y/n looks like an actual school girl being all shy and soft. I'm actually disgusted I need that spunky girl back before I force you two to kiss or some shit," Really Jaehyun? Some advice you got there.

"Alright kid go get your chick" Jaehyun cheered before pushing him and closing the door loud enough to alert and make you turn back.

It felt like a dream, none of this felt real. It hasn't even bee 24 hours since you last saw Jisung, but it's been a month of not interacting to get your heart racing this much. You looked unreal to Jisung, out of a fairytale actually and he looked amazing, like always. This is when he started to panic, you smiled weakly and started walking up to him. He looked down at his shoes not having the balls to look you in the eye, "Jisung look at me you pussy." You said so calmly but so rudely(?). It was funny and made Jisung giggle which made you short circuit.

Jisung looks up from his feet to see you staring into his brown eyes, taking in all his features again looking at him from head to toe; how fluffy his dark coffee bean hair was or his cheeks- god you always took the chance to pinch them when you could. His broad shoulders you always wondered how his hugs would be, probably so comfy and perfect. The beauty mark under his lip, fuck always wanted to kiss it. Your thoughts were disrupted when you felt two large hands enclose you in a tight hug; reacting almost immediately you wrap your small hands around his waist and rest your head on his chest while he brings his large hand to caress the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I know what I said was wrong and I shouldn't have made you seem so slow-witted when you totally aren't. I think over that conversation almost every night. I'm so so sorry Y/n," He finishes tightening the hug for a moment sympathetically.

You loosen the hug and tippy-toe up to the boy placing a small peck on his pink lips which caused his cheeks to go crimson. "You're forgiven, Park," you say giving him a tight smile. You see the tall boy pout a little and turn his reddened face to the side before mumbling "I was supposed to do that," which caused a fit of giggles from you.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future Jisung."

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stuff-youreyes · 4 years

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Tips for the “former gifted kids”, procrastinators, and/or perfectionists

I see a lot of people online, especially here, making these posts about feeling smarter, more productive, or more motivated when they were a kid, but are now depressed and unable to replicate the same energy they had back then. It’s fine to make these kinds of posts because we all feel less alone in our struggles and we can properly express our feelings, but I don’t see nearly enough posts about how to improve, so I’ll be making one. Most of this is advice from my therapist, so I promise it’s credible and actually helps. I’m 17 and I’ve had a tough time in high school because of my social anxiety, and I’m a massive procrastinator. I was definitely one of those former “smart kids” in elementary school, then started to lose steam as I became more anxious in middle school. I go to a magnet school, basically the most elitist and pretentious school in town, and it’s definitely hard to get anything done when I feel like everyone else is better than me, but I’ve found ways to improve.

Set timers. Timers are your best friend. When starting a smaller task, set a timer for about how long you think it will take you. It helps you keep track of your productivity. If it’s something you’re really dreading or something like a long-term project, set one for five minutes. If you really hate it, you only have to work on it for five minutes, but it’s likely that you’ll keep working on it once you’ve started.

Make lists. I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but I promise they are useful, especially if you’re a visual person like me. Use sticky notes, planners, notebooks, your notes app on your phone if you have one, or just loose pieces of paper to tape on your wall. Color code. Use highlighters. Keep reminders. In my school planner, I list all homework I have as of that day, and highlight anything due the next day, so that they’re first priority, and underline long term projects or things that I should work on that day. On that note, also keep your priorities together. Do your math assignment before your English assignment because you have a C in math but an A in English. Always keep up with your grades.

Take things one step at a time, and accept that half-assing something is better than doing nothing. Set small, reasonable goals for yourself, and don’t get overwhelmed. Once again, you’ll probably end up doing more than you thought you would if you just start working. If you have a 10-problem math assignment, do just two problems. Then you might as well do the third one, and the fourth one, and the fifth one, and a 50% is much better than a 0%. Half-assing will save you. If you have to write an essay at the last minute but you have no idea what you’re talking about, you can’t waste time sitting there thinking and thinking about it. You just have to write. If it’s nonsense, it’s better than nothing. I usually find that even if my essay starts out rough, I find the line of reasoning growing stronger as I continue. That’s also something to remember for anyone taking the AP Lang exam on Tuesday. Don’t waste time prewriting! Just make sure you do a lot of annotation and have your thoughts together, and then write the damn paper.

Clean your workspace. Cleaning is a good way to procrastinate, but organization is a good way to stay productive. Take one day or one afternoon to clean out your desk/room all at once so you can’t use it as an excuse to procrastinate anymore. I promise it is very refreshing to know where your pens and papers and books are. It diminishes your sense of panic. Also, get comfortable, but not too comfortable. Don’t do homework in your bed. It’s a bad idea. You will get sleepy, and you will succumb to the fatal void of soft blankets. Make sure your workspace is well lit, maybe grab one blanket or a hoodie, get a drink, put on some jazz hop (which really does help me to stay focused and relaxed), then get to work. Go studio Ghibli on that shit.

Know your brain, and schedule around it. How much sleep do you need? What time(s) of day are you most productive? How long is your attention span? Do what is best for you within reason. I know it sucks that going to school probably screws up your ideal schedule, but you can figure out a way to make it work. If you’re more productive in the morning, maybe wake up earlier so that you have enough time to do some extra studying before heading to class, and get extra work done while in class. Work during lunch or break. Work on the bus ride home if you have one. If you’re terrible at getting anything done during the school day like me, what I usually do is get the bare minimum done, try to get away with a nap during one class, rest when I get home for a little while, then catch up on whatever I missed and do the rest of my homework. It’s much more efficient than trying to work during school when I’m surrounded by people that make me nervous or I just can’t focus. During the summer, I try to make a daily schedule for myself from about 9 to 5 or so to stay structured and get things done.

Stay hydrated. Just do it. Being dehydrated makes you tired. Bring water with you to school. Don’t consume too much caffeine.

Set daily goals. 15 minutes of reading. 30 minutes of playing piano. 20 minutes of studying German. 30 minutes of writing. Make a list. Instead of getting caught up in the fear of Doing Something, give yourself the illusion of not having a choice. Pick something from the list. Doing nothing is not an option. Get the one you dread the most out of the way, or do the easiest one first and build your way up.

Take time to relax before starting work. Go on a walk. Listen to music that will pump you up, and get out of the house to forget about all of the things piling up. I know it can feel like you’re wasting time, but starting work stressed will only make you more stressed. Try yoga. I follow along with routines mainly from Yoga with Adrienne, because it’s never too complex or straining if you’re a beginner, and there are lots of different routines for stress relief or productivity. Think about why you’re doing what you’re doing before you do it.

Be proud of yourself. Always remember your accomplishments. Remember that you are capable. Remember the goals you want to achieve, and remind yourself that they are WORTH ACHIEVING.

Go at your own pace. Forget what everyone else is doing, forget what society tells you that you should be doing, even though that’s easier said than done. It is your life and you will do things the best way for yourself.

Write a list of things to look forward to, no matter how small or how far away those things are.

You will improve. It will take effort, and it will take time, but you will get past this, and you can become that version of yourself that you want to be.

#school #school tips #life tips #academia #academic #dark academia #quarantine #stay home #procrastination #mental health #anxiety #depression

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omgviolette12 · 5 years

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After Hours - A Professor Loki fanfic

Summary: Evelyn Monroe has been a TA for professor Laufeyson’s Calculus course for four months now. He was known to be quite strict, but that never deterred her from applying for the position in order to be close to the man she had been secretly pining for. One evening, she returns to his office after opening hours… and with her bountiful luck, she walks in on something not meant to be seen.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Eventual Romance/Smut

Pairing: Loki / Original female character

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 1681

A/N: The professor Loki fanfic you never asked for ;.; I was gonna wait till I had like… six chapters written in advance till I posted this, but fuck it. I’m fairly consistent, so you don’t have to worry about ‘when the fuck is this gonna update!?’ Anyway, let me know if it’s good so far.

Come check this out, babes!: @milkymaidme @dangertoozmanykids101

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“Excuse me! Sorry, please move! I said move!”

Evelyn spoke as she weaved her way through the busy hallway, bee-lining straight towards Professor Laufeyson’s office.

She had been absent not once, but three times the past two weeks for each one of their meetings, and she could feel that his patience had long vanished.

Until now, being a TA for his calculus course had been smooth sailing - contrary to what herself, and everyone else who had taken his class thought.

When Evelyn opted to take calculus the previous semester, she had already braced herself for failure. Math had never been her strong suit, barely passing even the most basic of classes despite her studious nature.

But under his tutelage, Evelyn had unexpectedly grown a deep love for the subject - and the professor himself.

In class, while professor Laufeyson could be unbearably strict most times, he never failed to find innovative ways to make each lecture fun and engaging. Not only that, he was extremely patient with her when she came for extra help during his office hours. She had even breached his lunchtime on multiple occasions, and not once did he turn her away.

That was why after passing his course with flying colors, Evelyn decided to apply for the TA position as soon as it opened. Admittedly, she had grown attached to the man; not only was he knowledgeable in mathematics, but with subjects ranging from history, literature - anything she could possibly think of.

But now, as she raced towards his office, she steeled herself for a harsh tongue-lashing from her scary professor. One thing that professor Laufeyson hated the most, was tardiness. He had been lenient with her thus far, and Evelyn feared he would think she was taking advantage of his good-will.

Reaching the door to his office, she swung it open in haste.

And there he sat, his mere presence exuding authority. One long elegant leg crossed over the other as he flipped idly through a book, not sparing a glance in her direction. He was even more intimidating with his sharp way of dressing; White dress shirt pressed to perfection, covered by a dark, slim- fit suit vest. Evelyn was a sucker for men in suits, and her professor wore them like no other.

She scuffled inside, closing the door behind her. Evelyn made sure to check if it was closed correctly - perhaps due to its age, the door refused to click most times.

After doing so, she walked to stand in front of his desk, shuffling awkwardly on her feet as she waited for him to speak.

It took several beats of silence before she finally heard his cold voice, “ Enlighten me…what day is it, Miss Monroe?”

Shit…what was today? “Uhm…Taco Tuesday..?”

He looked up from his book to give her a sharp look, “Is this a joking matter to you?”

“N..No..Nope! Uhm..I don’t- what… what was today suppose to be again?” Really Evelyn? Taco Tuesday? That’s the first thing that came to mind?

Sighing, her professor pinched the bridge of his nose before lifting a sheet of paper into view with two fingers.

Teaching Assistant Evaluation Form: Midterm Progress

“I am highly disappointed in the effort being displayed thus far, Miss Monroe. Out of all my other TA’s, I expected much more from you.”

Evelyn gaped stupidly at the paper in his fingers, and then began to panic internally. She had no idea TA’s had midterm evaluations, so she did plan on slacking a tiny bit until finals rolled around.

As an art major, taking three studio classes began to take its toll - so much that even professor Laufeyson became an afterthought. But now faced with the danger of failing, she would have to re-organize her priorities.

“I understand that you have a lot on your plate this semester. However, I would advise that you treat all responsibilities with equal priority.”

“Yes…I’m sorry professor, I promise to make up for all the lost time…”

The look he gave her after she said those words made her extremely uncomfortable. Sharp, and burning with intensity. Uh…did I say something wrong?

Having noticed that he must’ve looked off, he turned his head abruptly back to his book.

“Actions speak more than words, Miss Monroe. Now sit. You have much to make up for.”

And so, for the next three hours, Evelyn worked hard in the suffocating silence of his office grading one too many papers. Her professor never talked much, granted. But he wasn’t usually this quiet with her.

Over the past four months as his TA, they had developed a sort of… companionship. If you could call it that.

She was intimidated at first- and still is, but he was surprisingly easy to converse with. After she assisted him with whatever he had on his plate, they would usually fall into casual conversation, and talked about all manner of things that inevitably drew them closer.

But now…she could sense that he just was watching her, and she could barely concentrate on grading due to nerves.

Evelyn raised her head from the papers to chance a glance at her professor - and sure enough, he was staring at her with furrowed brows, and narrowed blue-green eyes.

What.. what’s his deal? He’s acting so weird…

Evelyn cleared her throat stiffly to breach the silence, “Uh… is everything okay?”

He shot her the unfriendliest look she had ever seen on his face, but spoke in a calm voice that did not match it, “You pull three no-shows, show up late, and then have the audacity to ask if everything’s okay?”

Welp…guess I shouldn’t have asked…

He closed the lid to his book a bit too harshly, causing Evelyn to jump slightly in her seat at the sudden sound.

“You’ve done enough, you may take your leave.”

Evelyn glanced down at the pile of papers she barely managed to make a dent in, “ Oh..but-”

“It is lunchtime, and I’d like to eat in peace. Now please leave.”

At his stern command, Evelyn gathered her things quickly before walking to the door. She glanced over her shoulder to look at her professor one more time, guilt weighing down her heart as she watched him gather the large pile of ungraded exams in front of him.

While she was a student in his class, professor Laufeyson always went above and beyond to make sure she knew the material and spared no effort in tutoring her when she asked for help. He was a busy man, so he rarely showed any other students the same courtesy.

But her lack of effort and laziness not only gave her a poor grade, but unnecessary stress to the person she admired the most.

No wonder he was so affronted with her. She was a terrible student, in addition to being a terrible friend.

Evelyn walked a little around campus aimlessly with a heavy heart, until she went inside a cafe across the street.

She loved the place - it had a cute little reading corner at the back, and she would always order a huge slice of lemon cake to eat while she studied.

And at the thought of cake… Evelyn was suddenly struck with an idea. She recalled, during one of their many casual conversations, that he mentioned having a bit of a sweet tooth.

Even if she couldn’t make up entirely for her poor work ethic, she could at least treat him to a nice, big slice of cake as a start.

After studying for a few hours, she went up to the counter to order the biggest slice of lemon cake they carried.

It was around six in the evening by the time she left the cafe, the skies now a dark purple hue as she scurried across campus with a large cake box.

The cake’s size was a bit overkill - but like her mama always said, go big or go home.

She just hoped he was still there around this time. More than likely he is, with the amount of work she left behind.

Evelyn entered the now empty building where his office was situated, taking care to walk as slowly as possible. She could be a bit clumsy when she was nervous, and at the moment her heart was beating a mile an hour.

Just give him the cake, apologize again, then head on home. No biggie.

He was really pissed with her earlier on though, and she hoped he cooled down considerably since then to accept her gift graciously.

As she slowly approached the office door, Evelyn paused.

Eh… the heck is that sound?

She walked closer to the door, and the sounds grew louder as she did.

Whack! Whack!

Slap!

Evelyn was beyond perplexed. What in the world was he doing in there to make that sound?

She was about to knock when the sound of her professor’s velvety voice through the door caused her to go stock still.

“I am highly disappointed in you, Miss Monroe. Who told you to come?”

Evelyn shivered at the tone of his voice, her eyes growing wide.

How…how did he know I was here? And why’s he talking like that?

She plagued herself with so many questions that she felt herself turning silly.

’‘But… I suppose you’ve been a diligent, good girl. You may come now, Evelyn. Come for me.”

What the…I guess he wants me to come in then?

Without further confirmation, Evelyn twisted the knob to swing the door open.

“Uhm… I’m sorry for - Holy SHIT!”

Little did she know… it wasn’t the ’come in, have some tea!’ type of come, but the sexy, kinky kind.

Evelyn all but threw the cake inside the room with a surprised yelp, shocked at the sight that now tainted her poor virgin eyes.

Her beautiful professor… whom she secretly admired… was currently balls deep within a fortunate female victim - paddle in hand as he fucked her mercilessly against the obviously sturdy surface of his mahogany desk.

Good? Bad? Worth pursuing? Let me know~

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki smut #tom hiddleston fanfiction #professor loki #tom hiddleston fic

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bubmyg · 5 years

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a pink peony - ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre/warnings: (pre) ceo!au, college!au, fluff, yoongi is a lil insufferable but also just loves his roommate, awkward but incredibly intelligent seokjin is a kink and a half

word count: 1,554

summary: before seokjin was mr. kim seokjin, ceo of kim enterprises, he was jin, president of the only business fraternity on his campus and entirely too nervous to ask you out let alone sign a multi-billion dollar deal or yoongi bans his tie drawer and throws his business math textbook out the third story window of their building when he tells him to get dressed at ten o’clock on a tuesday.

a/n: based on a request i got for ceo!jin and oc’s first date which dates all the way back to their undergrad days :-)

“Give me your textbook.”

Seokjin didn’t even entertain his roommate, snorting with a single cocked eyebrow as he pointedly flipped the page. The numbers were running together regardless, not computing further in the forefront of his conscious as the other presence in the other room continued to glare at him from the doorway.

“Jin. Give me the damn textbook before I take it from you.”

That got Seokjin to look up, regarding Yoongi’s thin frame with a wrinkled forehead and a short, exaggerated laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Try me.”

He wasn’t expecting his mint headed roommate to stalk straight for him, ring clad fingers clasping around the spine of the book and lifting upward. Pens and pencils and highlights and stray post it notes spilled from within the glossy pages, falling limp into Seokjin’s lap as Yoongi pointedly closed the book.

“I have an exam next week to study for.”

“What day?”

“Friday.”

“It’s Tuesday.”

Seokjin glowered and Yoongi’s lips twitched in a smirk, holding the textbook hostage across his chest. He plucked a highlighter between his nails and seethed quietly, “I still need it.”

“Later. You have a date to attend.”

“I have a what—”

“Yeah, I grew balls for you and told your little crush that you wanted to meet her tonight.”

Seokjin blinked owlishly at his friend before turning that stunned silence to the metal linked watch latched to his wrist, “Night already happened. It’s nearly ten—”

“Good thing the pizza place on third street stays open until midnight then—” Yoongi placed the textbook down on the windowsill, a loud noise in the otherwise quiet apartment, “—and good thing we’re university students. Who rarely go to bed before two in the morning.”

“Says you—”

“Jin, I swear to god if you give me an hours of sleep per night statistic and its ratio to those who earn their MBA’s I’m canceling your half of the lease tonight and letting Jimin move his shit in.”

Seokjin’s throat jumped and he swallowed the butterflies that had balled and lodged in the base of his throat, instead taking purchase in the entirety of his stomach, spreading and fluttering and brushing their delicate wings against his churning inner walls. He popped the cap from the highlighter in hand, smearing the neon yellow onto his thumb just underneath his nail, muttering, “What did you tell her?”

“That you were free tonight and ready to not blow her off again.”

His eyes widened, “I’ve never blown her off—”

“Not only does she think that you don’t desperately want in her pants—” Yoongi’s voice was scolding, protective almost of his friend that he’d introduced Seokjin to in the first place, “—she thinks that you don’t like her. At all.”

“B-but, how could—”

“I know you think you’re just being polite because you’re nervous and she makes you nervous and her literally asking you out makes you nervous but you aren’t like, normal person polite. You’re loud. And short. And when your chair fell over in the library last week when you tried to run out after she asked you to pizza with some of her friends? It fell on her.”

The butterflies in Seokjin’s stomach seemed to scold him too and his shoulders deflated, capping the highlighter and tossing it into the pile of discarded things from his textbook. Miserable, his chin hit his chest, “So what are you suggesting I do?”

“I’m suggesting that you get dressed…” Yoongi abandoned the closed textbook on the window sill to slide in front of Seokjin’s chest of drawers, slapping a hand across the third from the top, “...in something that doesn’t involve a tie. And then collect the vase of things on the kitchen counter because I have to do everything for you. And then go to the pizza place. Pay for dinner, or let her pay for it. Split the check. Whatever, just go on this damn date.”

“No tie…” Seokjin’s eyes squinted suspiciously as Yoongi moved back for the window, fiddling at the black lining the glass, “...what’s on the kitchen counter?”

“They’re flowers, Jin.”

“You bought me flowers?”

“No, you bought her flowers. You said you wanted to do that anyway...remember?”

Seokjin blinked, “Why did I want to buy her flowers?”

“Probably something about chivalry and old school romance considering you’re basically sixty years old but—” Yoongi sighed, mostly because he’d finally freed the latch on the window and shoved it open, letting cool air flood through the room, “—she studies botany. I got them from kids selling them outside the greenhouses. Take her the flowers.”

“I knew that…” Seokjin squinted as Yoongi’s hands framed his textbook and began to drape it out the open window, “...what are you doing with my textbook?”

“Nothing.”

“Yoongi, give the textbook back—”

Seokjin watched in horror as Yoongi let go, letting the glossed cover catch on the lip of the window before tumbling three stories below to hit the turf with an audible but dull thump.

“Now you officially have nothing to do tonight,” Yoongi beamed and Seokjin wondered the trajectory and force he’d have to throw a highlight at to concuss someone as his roommate waddled around the edge of his bed. His final instruction came after he’d shrugged through the ajar door, “Get dressed! And don’t you dare go look for the fucking textbook!”

He fiddled with the plastic ends of the pink hoodie hanging off his torso. The right side had been peeled away, fraying at the edges and straying into his fingernails when he drug a pinched thumb and index finger across them.

The hoodie wasn’t his. He’d dared Yoongi’s room for help after he decided a long sleeve declaring the cheesy llama mascot he’d created for AKP probably wasn’t the best first date look. It was pink and it was huge and it still had the tag on it, buried behind Yoongi’s sea of mundane black, blue, red, and green.

His index finger hooked into the collar this time, tugging and effectively exposing his collarbones to the chill of the tiny establishment. There were no other customers besides himself, cornered in the back in a booth that was barely big enough to fit his stature, a coke on the table with a candy striped paper straw spiraling out of the beverage, the slightly damp tip poking against one of the pretty pink peonies spilling out over the generic plastic vase.

He’d ordered a pepperoni pizza because who didn’t like pepperoni pizza and he was fretting over the likelihood of you having an allergy to tomatoes all together when keys clattered against the table and you fell into the seat across from him with a huff.

“Oh! Peonies from the botany club,” There was a smile on your lips already and Seokjin found his heart ricochet off each of his ribs before shooting up into his throat, “You must have just missed me. I worked the afternoon shift…”

“They’re for you,” Seokjin rushed, gently nudging the vase for you. When your lips wobbled in confusion, he, bluntly, bullshitted, “I-I figured you probably sold out and they’re too pretty not to have some of so…”

“Thank you, Jin,” You smiled softly and the apples of his cheeks were stroked in the same pretty pink of the flowers you cupped gently in your palms, “At least I know how to take care of them properly, right?”

“They’re pretty like you too,” He blurted. “I-I mean—”

A shy smile graced your lips and dimpled into your cheeks and you glanced at him fondly through your eyelashes and he thought he was going to puke all his adoration for you right on top of the pizza the waiter left with a quiet eye roll.

“I hope you like pepperoni,” He tried again and his voice was just as loud, something he correct with a cough, “I figured that—”

“...everyone likes pepperoni?” You finished together and the bashful light still slanted at the seam of your lips, “Yes, pepperoni is perfect, Jin.”

He managed to suppress the you’re perfect in his throat this time, lodging it deeper into his esophagus by jamming a mouthful of grease into his cheeks. Some of the red tinted liquid dripped off the corner of his lips and onto Yoongi’s hoodie but he found you giggling at him when he went to inspect you in horror. He barely chewed, swallowing the mouthful with an audible gulp that only heightened your giggles and soon you were staring at each other in a comfortable silence, half smiles painted to the crooks of your mouths, uncertain light dancing behind your eyes.

You ducked away first and Seokjin indulged in being able to trace the lines of your features to memory as you delicate nibbled on the edge of some stray cheese.

“Your president of AKP, right?—”

“So, how’d the flower sales go—”

You giggled, dusting off your hands that weren’t dirty onto a napkin, “You go first.”

Seokjin was glowing far more than the unnatural shine on the grease creviced between ridges of cheese on the pizza slices, nudging his plate out of the way by means of folded fingers that came to rest on the table. His smile was genuine, voice curious as his chin tilted, black bangs dangling over his eyes.

“Peonies. Tell me about them.”

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whats-the-story-tc · 4 years

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22nd of January, 2020

"The One with the Madhouse and Her Eyes"

[LONG POST]

Another day, another flannel. Huh. All I needed is to complain.

Last night, at about 11:30 PM-ish, my cousin (who lives with us) came in, and we had a good long talk about what I'm planning for the future. When I mentioned the A level Literature thing, and that I'm scared of it, but I found it important to add that "my teacher is a fantastic person", so the only reason I was scared is my own abilities. Which is quite right. But on to today, the proof to my statement.

Pocketwatch Friend needed to talk to V, so there we were again, seeking—but this time, finding. She stood in the huge bunch of people in the part of the corridor designated for teachers, as with the second term starting soon, everyone is going slightly mad and needs to talk to everyone all at once. When we showed up, V greeted us with a "What can I help you [the plural] with? I don't have any time by the way, but what can I help you with?" Then I backed away, outside the glass door separating the teachers' area from the other half of that floor and let them speak. Later, when I saw V leave, she was visibly quite moody.

We spoke about her, Pocketwatch Friend and I. She brought how scared she was of V at first, like I was, but when she was taking an exam and V was very kind to her and tried to comfort her with things like "It's okay, I forget what the examples of this and that are, too...", she grew to love her. My case is quite the same although a little different.

Lunch break after fourth period, in front of our classroom. V is listening to people from the other class in our year recite their poems, I'm waiting for my friends. As we gather up and talk, and V is alone, she comes up to us with her personal schedule in hand to tell us the bad news—when our classes will be. Tuesday 5th, Thursday 3rd, Friday 7th-8th double. Yes, you've read that last one correctly. They put a double lesson of an important subject into the time slot where all the school celebrations are and where it gets cancelled most of the time, so basically, they ensured we will get fucking nowhere with the curriculum. V wasn't at all happy about it (she explicitly stated she didn't ask for this), even though she tried to be in good spirits for our sake and even grinned as we spoke to her. But when I looked into her eyes, I could see how tired she was.

Her eyes are a bit cat-like when she's tired or not feeling well, that's something I noticed. Her gaze is very sharp and kind of intimidating at first glance, but if you look long enough, or know her well enough, you can see all that weight of whatever's wrong in them. This is why I used to be so scared of her, because the piercing look is all I saw. But when she's feeling well, you can see all that wisdom and all that beauty I never really saw before I met her properly, in class. Now that is what got me sold on her, long before I even realised it. I have never met someone so beautiful before. And I might never will.

And now, something(s) that absolutely had my jaw on the floor and my heart pounding in the best way. The title of this blog has never, ever been more fitting.

New schedule for the new term. New teacher coming in for foreign English (from now on I'll just say foreign English and V's English to help differentiate), everything is a mess and not even the teachers understood what was going on around them, much less us. So some of us, in absolute hysterics because of the buffoonery going on, just went to V as soon as we saw her, as she was nearest. She made this face of "oof" when Debate Friend told her about some changes that were made. Then I asked her about the new teacher. She was the only one who knew this is a whole new guy, then told us "but don't storm your homeroom teacher. She's really not doing well." And there they were again. The concerned eyes. It was just a short look, mostly directed at me, but we understood immediately.

I kept on fuming the whole German class through, then immediately headed towards the teachers' lounge with some of my friends, to look for my (now ex-)foreign English teacher. Poor thing didn't even know our classes with her today got cancelled. She then went along to hug me and say "I won't teach you anymore", which threw me off, as I thought she hated my guts in the past 3 years. I'm gonna miss her a lot, and it's a shame our group got taken away from her, which neither us, nor she asked for.

But onto V. As we were waiting by the stairway leading up there, my homeroom teacher and V were walking there together. They may have just met on the way, but I honestly think V accompanied her on purpose, because... that's her. She would do it to anyone in a heartbeat. Plus, V is kind of our surrogate homeroom teacher mainly for this reason—to help the actual one, as she can't deal with everything all at once alone. Later, as our homeroom teacher came to us with "Don't ask anything", then proceeded to tell us everything that was wrong, V walked by briefly upstairs, shooting us a look. But as I was walking home, ranting to my Dad over the phone in tears from frustration, as the situation really was that chaotic, something else also happened. I'll just translate what Pocketwatch Friend texted me when I asked her to tell me. (Don't worry, she knows about the blog, though she's never read my posts as of yet. She knows I'm writing to you guys about this, and she consented.)

"I'm going down the stairs, there's [a girl from our year], [friend of ours] and Art Friend. I'm telling Art Friend that you spoke to [ex-English teacher] and she doesn't know what's really up, when V comes down the stairs with her cute little hat and looks at us. She shoots a small smile so maybe she can brighten the situation and joins our little circle, then says 'Don't be nervous, okay?' [...] Then I added that we're fine, but this uncertainty is a bit concerning. And that not even the teachers know what's going on. Her face lights up, I could almost hear her mentally yelling 'Finally someone normal!' #noego I can't exactly remember what happened then, but that much I know that after a short exchange she looked back at me/us from the bottom of the stairs saying that 'Don't stress and TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES'"

She then proceeded to tell me that she finds her cute and now she totally understands me because to her, V is like a big sister she can't wait to ask how her day was and if she could help her with maths. She really does understand the love part, too, though, and tells me every time she wishes she could help. (And called what I wrote about V after Friday beautiful, as I showed her the more private part you guys didn't get to see.) Though I think my case is just a step or maybe two less platonic than hers is, as I actually call it love, it's probably still just more of an extreme case of admiration.

But like... how could I not admire (or love or whatever this is) her? How could any sane person not? I called myself a guardian angel yesterday, but... I'm a demon compared to her. I'm in awe of her kindness each and every day, I really am. Hence the title. "All the little ways she cares."

I have no idea what I'd do if she was the one they swapped out without warning. But if we're going with the demon metaphor... I was frustrated and angry today. But then, I'd raise hell. For her? Without question.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

#tc #tcc #teacher crush community #female tc #female teacher crush

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shitty147xc · 5 years

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MY FIRST WEEK!

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•=MONDAY=•

I started my day going to school

When i got to school, I went to my friends especially to my girlfriend 😆😆 I pay for the weekly class fund which is 5 pesos. I had a chat with my friends. We laughed about some crazy things. Our class started. TLE was the first subject we have 2 groups. We have assigned dates for the groups to cook. My group will cook on Thursday and the other group will cook today. Group 1 left to cook at TLE room while my group was left in the classroom. As always, when there's no teacher around, we chit chat. They had a topic that made me overthink. They talked about where to transfer school after high school. i dont know where im going to so I felt down. It's because I feel like I'm gonna be left out. We watched a movie, "The darkest minds" I'm still ovethinking so I told my gf that I'm not ok. She just told to not worry.

Science time!. We had a activity about plate boundaries. My group was trying to figure out what to do with our materials. We didn't prepared enough tools soo I panicked but my groupmate told me to calm down, chilll So i did. I Had an idea so we used that idea even though its not foolproof. Me and my girlfriend had a fight so I ignored her and kept on doing my job. She keeps on poking me while I'm still thinking how to do shit. Our teacher said it was time, go eat your launch. Me and my groupmates look at each other because where not done yet (panic alert). I dont know what to do so asked them. Our leader said will do it tomorrow morning so they did. We had launch. My gf was giving me this sad look and teary eyes and she said sorry I said its ok(marupok👌). The school was almost over, Our last subject is english. Sometimes I get nervous in that subject because i feel like one wrong move kaboom😅😂 but its fun too lollsss We laugh and smile in that subject all the timee and get nervous 😂😂

•=TUESDAY=•

My day started again peacefully until i remembered that i have a report in English yes i know its our last subject but still i cant take away my mind off it. So yeahh we started again with chit chatss and laughing stufff. We had a assessment exam in English. We only used our stock knowledge. I did't finished the exam cuzz im to slow at reading. Its kinda bummer for me but i think I did good. Before having lunch we had a meeting about what food to bring next friday (buwan ng wika) I was the first one to raise my hand and shouted PANSIT MALABON!!!😂😂😂 Then my teacher said that all of us needs to taste the salty egg its called "ITLOG NI KUYA" then we all laugh even our teacher laugh because the name is stupid. We had an activity that we have tooo dance in a depressing song. Our last subject, my fear! Because im about to report I know its not my first time reporting but still the anxiety is taking over me. I saw my teacher going to our classroom but I stopped him and said "sirrrrrrr im nervous"😂😂😂

He said "its gonna be fine" something like that. I finished the report I was about to cry, I froze too and I was on my knees. He said I did good *thumbs up* and that Made me happy

•=WEDNESDAY=• (nothing interesting)

No classes because its holiday soo I'm staying at home where its boring. The only interesting part of my day

Was washing dishes becausee when I'm washing plates I danceee yeshh andd alsoo singg i look like an idiot but whoo cares. I make cleaning interesting lolss😂😂. When I overthink I used the mic with Bluetooth and singg andd singg like i was broken hearted but im not it just makes my mind peaceful.

•=THURSDAY=•

Another day with stressed and depressing day but kinda relief cuz im done with the reportt yessssss!!!.

The whole day i was depressed because me and my girlfriend talked about something that makes my heart break even her's but its fine we covered it with some positive topics that made us laugh. We had a quiz in filipino i did't do good because my score was 3/20 i knoww i knoww itss bad really bad but im not the only one hehehehe Ill try my best next time. Our last subject again still made me nervous. We had to make an essay about were would our soul go in what level in hell. i kept on thinking where should my soul go. First i chose greed but its too hard to explain so i chose violence but it was time to go home so it was a take home activity i guess TO BE CONTINUED.

•=FRIDAY=•

LAST DAY OF THE WEEK like any other day CHIT CHATSSS 🤣🤣. I thought this day would be less stressful but i thought wrong. I was relief on math every day but today i was stressful, big numberss in my notebook my weakness. On social I was stressed too because I have too explain many things but i couldn't elaborate. Science another stressful subject it doesn't have big numbers but has looooonng equation 😭😭😭. After lunch I had fun we had a quiz on mapeh that i thought would be hard but nahhh itss great. LAST TIME ON MAI'S LIFE LOLS 😂😂. We has an essay and today we passed that essay. I didn't expect reading our essays in front of the class but for the first time I was not that nervous. I read my essay and again my teacher said good i was again gladd its giving me confidence actually so thank you sir😅😂😁.

THATS ALL FOR TODAY YEY

I CAN REST IN PEACE

😂🤣😆😁😊☺️😗😂

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instantenemyphantom · 4 years

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The Crazy Secret YouTuber Life!

Hello, my name is Holly and I’m a famous youtuber and my mum takes advantage of it. She uses the money I make, and she spends it on herself. She goes on crazy fun and relaxing vacations without me and she buys herself the most expensive clothes and buys me nothing because she says that she deserves it and I don’t. I don’t know what to do anymore she is out of control of her money spending and she shouts at me if I don’t make ‘her more money’. Little does she know it will soon be my birthday and I will be moving out of her awful house and beginning my life and my life how I want to live it.

“Wake up brat!” My mum yells at me from the doorway but I didn’t respond to her I just got up and had a shower and got in my school clothes and rushed out of the house as fast as I could before my mum shouts at me again.

This is one of my ‘normal’ days I get shouted at by my mum and then I rush get ready and get out of the house as fast as I can possibly can before she starts shouting again, and then I catch the school bus to school and have a great time there. Oh, and did I mention that I must hide my identity so then no one knows it’s me. I just don’t want all the attention on me when I’m walking around in real life.

“Girl where have you been.” My friend shouts to me from the gate.

“Sorry Katie I got up kind of later than usual.” I tell her.

“That is why I tell you to put an alarm on.” Katie tells me as I walk up to her.

“I know. I know. I’ve just been busy that’s all.” I nervously say and she looks at me confused but she lets it slide.

“Well are we going to stand her or are we going inside?” A teacher came up to us and asked us.

“We are going to go inside.” We both told her.

We walked on inside the building with smiles on our faces and we than knew today was going to be a good day. But we did have to split for form, but we had most classes together, so we said she you in a bit and we went to form.

Form is one of the most boring-est of places you could be for the first fifteen freaking minutes of the day. Anyhow after that me and my best friend look at each other from across the hub with a grin which makes us talk and laugh about how we need to stop doing it, but we do it anyway.

Our first period is English, and we have one of the strictest teachers and I mean it she's the strictest teacher in the school she’s worst then those parents in that one T.V. Show where they send misbehaved children to strict families that have strict rules. I think it’s called world’s strictest parent I’m pretty sure.

“Okay you all need to listen up!” Said Mrs Cranberry there was silence in the room because when everyone came into her classroom there was just silence no talking, no laughter or even any whispering, “As you all know school will be ending for an Easter Holiday soon but that does not stop you doing any work. Now if we get all the work done in these next two weeks, I won’t send any homework for you guys to do over the Holiday.”

Everyone was cheering and was so happy this is the first time Mrs Cranberry is being generous about not sending any work home for us to do over the week.

“Alright I get that you are all every happy and excited but let's get some work done before I change my mind.” Mrs Cranberry said in a bubbly voice.

Of course, we did what miss said because well as I was saying before she has never been this generous to not send work out over the Holidays. Just last Christmas she gave us a stack of paper to work on and I mean a stack she gave us two tests three books and told us to write a book review on all the books. P.s. I learned nothing in that class I don’t think any of us did we had no homework for a week on our minds. But that does not stop us from having homework right now, she gave us homework and said we must give it in next Tuesday.

(BELL GOES)

Our next lesson was Science which I hate the most, not because all the lessons are bad, but I have to sit to this kid that make fun of me every time I go to sit next him. One thing he said was look its Holly the freak that doesn’t shower. For the record I do shower it’s him that doesn’t shower, and I out found out that he is saying all this is because he is going through a hard time at home. I didn’t want to know the details his mate was going to tell me, so I walked off. At least I know why he is doing this to me, but at least I learn somethings in this class such as... I can’t think of anything on the top of my head to be quite honest with you.

(BELL GOES)

Finally break time, this is the best time of the day so is lunch time, but I now get to see the rest of my friends and talk to them for the fifteen minutes of this break and then I will have Maths.

“Hey, it’s Holly and Katie.” One of my friends told the group.

“Hi Rio.” Katie goes up to go and hug him.

“HI Holly.” My friend hugs me.

“Hi Vivian.” I said.

We said hi to the rest of the group and we talked for the remaining time of break and then the bell went, and we split up except for me and Katie because we had the same lesson just in different rooms in the hub.

“If you can all line up at the back of the room and place your homework on the front desk when you go in.” Said Mr Dunn.

Great another seating plan. I wish teachers can just put students in one place for each year and leave them and don’t move them. But no Mr Dunn has to move us nearly every lesson and everyone makes such a big deal about it and we never get any work done.

“Alright everyone we are going to be having another seating plan.” Mr Dunn told us, and everyone groaned in disappointment at him. “Guys. Guys this is going to be the last time you have to move places I swear.”

Yeah, we’ve heard that before I thought to myself.

After placing us in the seats everyone started to act up and we barely learnt anything. We did the DO NOW and then we didn’t do any of the work. Oh well I don’t really like Maths that much anyways.

(BELL GOES)

History time. History is quite good I like to learn about what happened in the past like Abraham Lincoln and his son, and King Henry the III and his six wives.

“Good morning.” Said Mr Rise.

“Good morning.” We all said back.

“Ok. Today we are going to be learning about the world War II.” Mr Rise told us with excitement and then everyone said that their great granddads were in the World War II.

Mr Rise was telling us all the important facts we must know for the end of unit test, but he was also telling us the facts that we didn’t really need to know but we left sir to tell us because he loved this topic and I mean loved the topic he had so many interesting facts that he was dying to tell us. You could see it in his eyes and face that he was dying. It took him to the end of the lesson explaining all the information that he wanted to tell us and that didn’t give him enough time to explain everything.

When the bell went, he had a sad expression on his face like he wanted to go on with himself about how wonderful the World War was and the “amazing experience was for the men who joined” or whatever that means.

I met up with Vivian on the way down the stairs to head in the canteen to get some lunch and then my name was called to go to reception because apparently, I had an “appointment” with the doctor.

When got their guess who I saw. My mother. She had “sweet face” on and I know what that meant. That face id telling me I’m dead. I guess I forgot to film a YouTube video and know she is mad because she has now run out of money.

“There you are my lovely daughter. I’m here to take you to your doctor’s appointment.” My Mother said in her acting I’m such a nice mother voice.

“I know. I heard on the speaker. But if we are going to the doctors can I have Mcdonalds for lunch?” I asked her with my big round puppy eyes because I knew she couldn’t say no to them.

“Of course, you can. You are my favourite daughter after all.” My mother told me in the voice again.

“Mother, I’m your only daughter.” I told her.

We got in the car and my mother started yelling at me because I haven’t been uploading any videos. She drove me home and told me to get started on the videos so then I can sacrifice my sleep and get her, “her pay check”.

This time I was not going to do that video because tonight I was going to celebrate for my 16th birthday and get started on plans to move out. Well move away from my mothers. Tonight, I’m going to run away I already said goodbye to my friends and now I’m going to my father's which I have his permission to live there by the way.

I’m so excited to finally see my dad after all these years. I mean the last time I saw my dad was I was six and now after ten years I can go and see him and I’m just so happy yet nervous what if he takes advantage of me being a famous YouTuber?

Anyway, I have to put up with my mother for one more week because exams start tomorrow and I need to revise for them and the good thing is if I can get my notes on paper I can sneak out early in the morning to avoid my mother and read them until school starts, and then I will have tons of information in my brain and then will be able to hopefully get very answer right. I’ve told school to send my results to my fathers and not my mother’s house because I was going to be moving in with my father after the exams so then I don’t have to travel as far.

I met up with my friends at the gate and said, “Are you guys ready for the exams?”

“NO! I forgot to revise for them. I’m going to fail.” Katie shouted at me, “Oh can I borrow your notes?”

“Of course, you can.” I handed my notes to Katie, “What about you Vivian?”

“I’m all set I spent all after school to revise, I swear these exams just came out of nowhere I thought we had all the time in the world.” Vivian said.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have all the time in the world. Now are we going inside?” Asked a teacher.

We walked into the building and went to the winter gardens and we waited for our form tutors and year leader to arrive to explain what was going on with our exams and yes, we are going to do them this week hopefully.

“Ok! Year Eleven can I have your attention please.” Said Mr Solano, “Ok today are your exams and you will be doing one paper today and you may leave after if you don’t want to stick around. Well I wish you all good luck went you to where you are being assessed please stay quite when you enter the room and then the rules will be told to you when you sit in your seat and you will be given you tests. Good luck to all of you.”

That was a big speech from Mr Solano. The first one since our first day here. You could see that he was going to cry, and we all knew he was going to miss us, and we were going to miss him and sometimes I wish we didn’t have to leave our teachers but it has been five long years and now we have to move onto do other things. It must feel like a bird leaving the nest, I guess that is what we are doing. Are we?

I was doing my test in the Sports hall because that’s where everyone did their GTECs. Some of the questions where easy well most of them where easy there were a few that I didn’t quite get but I just took a guess and I was praying in my head to hope that got them right. When it was time to stop and leave, I grabbed my phone from the box, and I rushed home after saying bye to my friends and the teachers to continue my packing for my dad's.

I got home and I ran out of breath and when I saw that my mother wasn’t in I made another mad dash to my room and made a short video and posted it and then I pack somethings so then my mum wouldn’t see that all my things were gone and I then I tried to act normal so then when my mother got in she wouldn’t suspect a thing.

And then though out the week I kept this up until my mother realised that I wasn’t posting YouTube videos again and she went in my room to investigate what I was doing instead of making videos. She found my bag under my bed pack with nearly all my clothes and when I got how she had put everything back and she went on a ram page at me she we was screaming and shouting at me like “Where are you going to go. And who are going to stay with. I have done everything for you.”

I may have shouted back at her not because of her shouting at me for where am I going to go, I shouted at her that I was not going to come back and that I never planned on doing because of the way that she was treating me.

I told her, “Did you even love me? You say that you do and that you always will but then you take advantage of my channel and the money that I’m making off of it and that is not fair. Because you never spend any money on me, and you were so blind with all the money that you forgot my birthday. And that is just not fair. So, mother I’m leaving and I’m never going to come back. Especially if you are going to keep treating me like this.” Tears were coming my face and I saw that my mother was also crying.

“I am so sorry that you feel that way but.” She broke character, “I never even care about you and if you do find yourself running away just know that I will find you and I will make you make money for me.”

She walked out of my room and when she closed the door, I knew that was it I texted my dad that I was coming a day earlier then we planned, and I rushed to pack my everything that was put away and everything that was never in my bags in the first place, then I jumped out of my window and ran to the nearest train station and got a train to where me and my father agreed to meet and after what felt like hours we saw each other for the first time in years.

I ran up to my dad and I fell into his arms and we sat on the floor hugging for about ten minutes and then I told him that my mother might be looking for me because she said that she would and so then we hopped into his car and we drove to his house where we were safe. He demanded me to tell him what was going on between me and my mother.

“I’m a big YouTuber and mother was taking advantage of how much money I was making for it.” I told him.

“Wow. Okay. You really made a YouTube channel?” My dad asked.

“Yeah dad. And now I don’t know what I’m going to do because she is going to keep looking for me.” I said with tears forming in my eyes.

“Hey don’t cry. You don’t have to worry about her because I’m always going to fight for you like I was doing from the start.” He told me while hugging me.

He was determined to give me a new life. He introduced me to his wife Hailey and his twin girls Lily and Dana. After a week of living there I felt like I belonged there and that I have a purpose in this family. My family. And I heard on the new that my mother was put in prison for hording drugs. I love this family and I love living with them and now we have a YouTube channel together and I couldn’t be happier.

THE END.

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mydumbasstc · 4 years

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one of my close friends is going to be absent from school for a while so I was running some errands for her during the second break (mostly trying to find her chemistry teacher to get some exam results but that’s irrelevant) so me and my other friend who is also in T’s math class walked through the foyer. Idk if I’ve mentioned it before but he’s always there on Tuesday’s during the second break and because I knew about him being there I loudly joked around with my friend to get his attention.

I don’t remember exactly what I was talking about but the best punch line I could come up with was “I’m literally about to kill myself”. My friend told me that T looked over instantly when he heard that and also had a really worried expression on his face which is so cute because like does he care about me?? is he worried about my well being????

My friend had to talk with some other teacher about something and so we were just kind of standing in the foyer where no students are usually allowed (it was fine because we’re upperclassmen tho). I was standing sort of away from them because it was like a semi-private conversation I was not a part of and I just kinda stared at T (hope he didn’t notice).

When my friend was finished with her chat we sorta just stood there for a second, contemplating whether to head to our next class or wait for the bell. Then T approached us and asked how the exam on Friday went for us. We both said it was ok and to keep the conversation going I asked him how he thought it went and if he had started grading. He said he wasn’t really satisfied with the class’ grade average and that he had hoped some students would do better while some exceeded his expectations.

When he said that thing about some students underperforming he looked us directly in the eyes which got me really nervous since I thought I had done really good. My friend asked him to elaborate on how we two did specifically to which he admitted that he hadn’t really graded her exam yet and couldn’t remember how good or bad she was. I asked him about my exam and guess what this idiot said with a smile on his face: “Oh, I graded yours first! You actually did pretty well”. Like WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN????? Why did he grade mine first? I wasn’t the first nor the last to finish the exam so my paper should have been in the middle. And why was he so smiley when he said that? Is he just proud of my improvement as a student or does he genuinely like me as a person???

Also what the fuck does he think he’s doing acting like that towards me like I’m not gonna catch even more feelings?? Sir, explain, please????

I got super excited that we were actually having sort of a conversation with him until my friend decided we had been talking an awkwardly long time and should go to our next class. I’m not mad at her for ending the encounter tho since I probably would have said something embarrassing after a while.

I can’t wait for our class on Friday. I’ll ask him a bunch of casual questions in an attempt to start another conversation now that he’s given me the impression that he wants to be friends.

Also: I told my friend (yes, the one who was with me) about his social media and showed her the profile. She also used to have a crush on him although hers was much more public and she has always teased me about being the president of his fan club (a lot of girls like him and she always said I did so the most. Even though I always got defensive about it I feel like she’s secretly right without knowing it). I was really worried she was going to make fun of me for looking him up online and spreading that information everywhere but she promised me not to tell anyone. She did tease me a bit but it was generally just a bunch of fun to finally share something like that (just the social media thing I wouldn’t tell her I have a crush) with someone who understands the feelings one can have for that man.

#tc community #male tc #tcc #teacher crush community #teacher crush #tc #tc blog

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bookwormbambi · 5 years

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Mega Update!

05/05/2019

Hello my friends! Sunday is here and that means that it is time for some big updates and I’m so excited that I’m practically jumping out of my chair (although all of the coffee may have contributed to that one).

So on the list of more recent things I just celebrated my 22nd birthday on Monday and I am so so grateful for all of the love and kindness that had been sent my way and I just really love everyone :-)

I’m also now about four months into my new job in restaurant management and it’s a bit crazy still but we do feel a lot more settled in and I feel a lot more knowledgable about my job. My schedule has been fairly hectic but I told them when they hired me that I would be going back to school in June which they are fully prepared for. Everyone’s been great, and I’ve been very grateful for the new experience and the learning experience that comes with first time management. I still have so much to learn but honestly I feel right at home with all of the work I do with people, and I feel like the skills I’m learning are great stepping stones when it comes to patient care, because the main thing I’m learning is how to work with people, to be more empathetic, and to motivate. Obviously restaurant life is a bit different than medicine, but it is a good stepping stone, at least in my opinion.

So that’s a little bit about my personal life, but I know that what y’all are really here for is the school updates. I’ve been teasing this new school program for months now and I’ve been waiting for so long to give you all some real updates. For a long time I was just waiting, and the plan was to make a sort of mini-series about the process of applying and (hopefully) getting in, but then everything went down in the course of a few days and I’m actually already at the end of the application process when I literally just turned the app in five days ago.

So, let’s talk about it.

If I haven’t already stated it, the program that I’m applying for is Respiratory Therapy. It’s a two-year program that ends with my receiving an Associate’s Degree in Science, as well as eligibility for board certification to become a licensed Respiratory Therapist and be in the field by the time I turn 24.

I first learned about this program about a year ago through a friend. Her boyfriend at the time was actually in the previous class and it actually came up in passing just from her telling me about how busy he was all the time. I was looking into other programs one day and saw RT pop up and I remembered her mentioning it, and I decided to look into it a bit more because, honestly, I had no idea what RT really even was, or what they did. The more I researched, the more intrigued and excited I got, and the more I could picture myself actually doing this sort of thing.

At the time the course was already in session, and the website said that the next application window would not be open until February 2019, so I waited. When February came along I checked the website every day waiting for the app to be posted and it actually wasn’t up until the 1st of March. I checked the website on a whim because I was in bed with the flu and bored and miserable and needed ANYTHING to get my mind off of how sick I was (and brother I was SICK). I printed out the application and filled it out without really reading the information packet because I was sick and reading was for losers who were healthy I guess. So I sat on the application for a little while because I knew that, at the very least, there was a $100 application fee which was not readily available to me because I had just started my new job, the restaurant had only just opened, and I was still doing a lot of transitioning with bills and insurance and all of that boring stuff.

When I finally mended I was ready to go to the school to turn the application in, and went through the information packet to figure out who I was actually turning it in to, when I found out I actually needed copies of my high school and college transcripts, and I had no idea how to get them. So I sat on the app for a few more weeks while I figured it out, ordered them, waited for them to get to me, etc. Then I got my transcripts and once again did not have an extra $100 lying around to go turn the app in. Or, when I did, I didn’t have the time to go to the school because my work schedule kept getting in the way.

So on my birthday (Monday) I asked my sister to take me to the school before we went on our outing so I could turn it in, because the application was due by 2 May (which was Thursday) and I was officially running out of time. So we decided we could be a little late to our lunch plans to turn it in.

The application alone is just the first part of everything. Once you turn it in, you have to take the TABE test (which is the Test of Adult Basic Education), along with five additional comprehensive math questions, and then you receive a date and time for your interview with the head of the department, some program alumni, and representatives from the hospital. My assumption was that once I turned in the application I would get an email telling me when the test was and that it would be like two or three weeks away, and that we’d go from there.

NOPE.

I went to the registration office, paid my application fee, then went to the counseling office to deliver the application, my receipt, and my transcripts. For starters, she was very pleased that I already had the fee and the transcripts taken care of. Then she told me the test was on Thursday (three days away) at 3pm.

So here I am, panicking a little bit because of how fast everything was moving, and I told her that I would be there, no problem, thanked her for her time, and went on my way back to our car. I had no idea what to expect from this test and having only literal days to prepare was not helping the anxiety.

So Thursday came along, I was able to get out of work a little bit early to have extra time to get to the school (which is only a little ways down the road) and get to the test. There was an optional information meeting beforehand which I was only able to make the last twenty minutes or so of, but I got the gist of everything, and it only made me more excited about the program. I met the head of the program, he seemed very kind. Then it was test time.

So the TABE is a 1 hour exam that tests basic reading, math, and grammar skills. Kind of like the standardized testing I had to take when I was in school. I took a semester off so I was a little rusty with quick test taking (each portion was roughly thirty questions with roughly fifteen minutes each) but I got through it, and I’m actually pretty sure I nailed it. The additional comprehensive math questions were a little bit tougher, but I feel pretty good about those too. These were five questions crafted by the department head which, according to him, were designed more to test out problem-solving abilities, and even if the answer itself wasn’t right, you’d still get points for how you got to your conclusion. Really only the last problem threw me, and I was feeling a bit rushed, but I got through it.

So I finished up, handed in my exam, and was given a slip of paper with my interview date and time - Tuesday at 2pm. Tuesday is, as I write this, the day after tomorrow. I’m stressing about the interview but he did tell us that the majority of the questions have nothing to do with Respiratory Therapy, but I will be asked about how well I understand what the program is, and, obviously, why I want to do this. I’ll also be asked basic things about who I am as a person to see if I would be a good fit. After that, I wait for the email telling me if I have been accepted, or if I am an alternate. If I’m accepted, I pay the tuition fee (which is not cheap and will require a loan), and classes start on 10 June.

So, what determines acceptance? Every year the program accepts a maximum of thirty students. The application process is all point-based. The thirty students with the most points will be accepted. Everyone else will be placed as an alternate, meaning that if someone who is accepted withdraws for whatever reason, an alternate can take their place, and will be asked in the order of their rank.

So now I’m going to spend the next two days prepping for this interview, which is going to be my very first interview that has anything to do with my career. Medicine has been my passion for as long as I can remember, and Respiratory Therapy feels like my true calling. I’m nervous, but I’m so excited. xx

#school #college #medicine #study #studyblr

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rjwrites22 · 5 years

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On Failure

A continuation of my previous post (the reblog).

“Story Time”:

I've always been told that I'm really smart, and I believed it to the point that if I did badly at school I felt like a complete failure as a person. I actually taught myself to read when I was like 3 or 4, and someone compared me to a calculator at one point, so I think I was perfectly within my rights to believe them.

In first grade, my mom tried to get the school to let me skip right to third grade, but they wouldn't let me, as they said I'd be "eaten alive" socially. I've never been good with people, so I don't think that would have mattered much.

Up until fourth grade, I did really well in school. I can't remember why, but that year, I started forgetting to turn in my homework, so my grades started dropping. The forgetfulness continued, and procrastination joined in at some point.

In high school, my sophomore year, I failed at least the second semester of Spanish 2, if not both semesters. I dropped the class the next year, even though that severely narrowed my list of options for colleges.

Junior year, I failed both semesters of English 3, since we had to do research papers both semesters and I've always hated them, so I didn't end up doing either one. Did summer school for that class, and the research paper I had to do in order to graduate I wrote over spring break my senior year.

I also failed second semester of U.S. History junior year, but I don't know why that happened, just that I had to retake the class.

My mom threatened to kick me out of the house when I turned 18 if I didn't graduate when I was supposed to. With her, doing well isn't something to be praised for. It's an EXPECTATION, at least when it comes to me.

I almost didn't graduate, by the way, but not because of anything academic. My school requires a certain amount of PE credits to graduate, 3.5 years' worth (but people in sports could get out of the class for the semester the sport was in), and I've never been all that good athletically. The final exam for second semester was running 3/4 of a mile in a certain amount of time (and they claimed to grade on effort, not skill! Hypocrites). I needed a certain grade on my final to pass the class (I think it was a 41, but I'm not quite sure), and I got two percent more than that (I think it was 43, again not sure). So I literally passed high school by TWO PERCENT on my fucking PE final. I hated that class for the most part, and I think that it's completely reasonable for me to do so.

College time now. First semester of my first year was hell, in more ways than one. My seasonal depression was the worst I can really remember it ever being, likely due to the added stress of both college AND the political clusterfuck that was the end of 2016.

In Calculus, the professor has a policy that if you don't have at least a 60% after the second chapter test, which is effectively the midterm, you get dropped from the class. After the second test, I got dropped, and I felt like a complete failure. I've always done well in math, so this was a real hit to my self esteem.

I also failed psychology, but that was because petty much all our assignments were online, so I forgot to do them.

Band, I got a D in. Why? Because the professor gave writing assignments, and I HATE those, so I didn't do them. I also forgot to do them, but that's not really the point.

Got a shockingly good grade in English (B), and chemistry was good too.

Second semester wasn't too much better. Failed English, because I got the due date for the research paper wrong by two days. Failed chemistry, because I missed a couple days and didn't have time to catch up before the test.

First semester my second year was worse, grade-wise. Retook psychology, failed once again for the same reason as before. Retook calculus, and I passed it with a D. I needed a C or above to move on to calc 2, so that sucked.

I was supposed to take economics, but financial aid was a bitch and it was an online class so when I couldn't get the book I was screwed. After I got the book, which I had to buy loose-leaf and thus couldn't return, I found out that I'd been dropped from the class. That damn book cost me like $200, so I was pretty ticked off by that.

Second semester that year was great, like REALLY great, so no real comment on that here since this is about failure.

First semester this year - my third year. It didn't go as well as I'd hoped.

Over the summer, I got a job. Third shift at a factory in town, 10:30pm to 6:30 am. I continued the job through the end of August, but then I had to quit for my own well-being. My classes were pretty much all day on Tuesday and Thursday, with nothing on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I would get off work, go home, shower, then go right to school. Classes almost straight through from 10:35 to 4:50, no lunch break or anything, then I'd go home, catch a few hours of sleep, and go to work again. I had a nervous breakdown in physics one Thursday, when I literally COULDN'T EVEN THINK. Physics was my last class of the day, so I was almost dead by the time it started, so... Yeah. It wasn't great. Quit my job a week after the breakdown.

I got a D in physics, or maybe a VERY low C. I blame the fact that I probably didn't absorb all that much for the first few weeks, since I was basically a fucking zombie during that class.

Took economics again, this time an actual class. I thought it would be a time-filler, something I'd do because I needed the credit from it. It was actually a lot of fun, though. Got a B.

Calculus, I have no idea how well I did, even though the final was a week ago so the grade is definitely online for me to see. I'm too scared to look at it, since I didn't do too well on the tests.

Actually, I had a dream about my calc grade this morning. I'd gone online and checked, and my final grade for the class was like a 46%. That was just a dream, thank god, though it did nothing to help my fear of what my grade might be.

I'll check the grade at some point, might remark on it here if I remember to.

tl;dr: RJ fails at shit but keeps going because I'm a stubborn bitch.

Moral of the story? If you fail, you can move on from it. If you fail the same thing multiple times and keep going at it, then you're just as stubborn as I am - though I certainly hope you're better off mentally than I am - and I commend you for your persistence.

Keep on keeping on, people.

#rj talks #long post #failure #school #tw swearing #tw caps #tw mental illness

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Hi Mädch! I don’t know how exciting this is lol but the highlight of my day was that my school’s dining hall was serving those pudding + chocolate cake dirt cakes for Earth Day, and they even put gummy worms on top, it made me feel like I was in kindergarten again skdnsm Other than that I was working on a research paper all day, but this is my last big assignment so all I have left after turning it in is studying for my physics exam on Tuesday! ✨ Also I had a meeting with my research supervisor today and it went really well but I still had meeting anxiety/adrenaline for like 2 hours after we finished 😖 ALSO, I listened to the new nu’est song and it is so good, I’m probably going to be listening to it a lot in the next couple of days. Hope your day went well angel! Did you eat anything good today?

-💜💜💜

NOOOO THIS IS VERY EXCITING HOLY SH*T my uni serves dirt cups allllllll the time with the gummy worms too KDJFJ do u go to my uni ?? 👀 HDBJDJD <3 that’s so lovely LOL it’s choco pudding usually, right?? ahhhh this is so great :’)

and HOOORRAAAYYYU for working on your research paper !!! so proud of you for pushing through 💓💗💕💞💖 for me at least i think writing papers take up so much focus i always have to type them in chunks bc if i do one big sitting i just won’t be able to focus HHHH so good job angel !!!!! :) and physics ..... anonnie ur brain is s*xy you’re so freaking smart good god math .... makes my bead spin .... gives me lots of anxiety lololol you will do well okay!!!!! 🥰 and about your meeting!!! do you often get that feeling after a lot of meetings or just when it’s with your advisor? i know those can be very stressful :( but hopefully your advisor is helpful and reassuring :)

THE NU’EST ALBUM IS SOOOO GOOD omg . so the first song on the album is dress right?? and i was jamming to it while working on a gif set last night and ya know i was just bobbing to the beat and the SEAMLESS TRANSITION FROM DRESS -> INSIDE OUT WAS SO SMOOTH my mouth literally dropped it was such a cool experience lol i really suggest giving the whole album a listen!! idk why i was kind of nervous to see how they were going to do with this album but i’ve always loved nu’est and their music; they have this laid back modern/house sound that i adore ahhh i love my 3rd generation groups with everything in me NFBJD <3 anyways love i hope you’ve had a good day !!!!!! i took the day to relax and do nothing but tomorrow i will study for my last exam before finals 🤧

#asks #💜 anon #this got really rambly i’m sorry!!!!

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daebakinc · 7 years

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Mercy

Please have mercy on me. Take it easy on my heart. Even though you don’t mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC Genre: College AU, angst, romance, Summary: After a homework mix-up, you agree to tutor Jungkook in math in exchange for him tutoring you in dance. In more ways than one, you get much more than you bargained for. Parts: 1, 2, 3 A/N: This was originally going to be a oneshot, but it kind of became a monster, so there’ll be at least 1 more part. Maybe 2…. Also, there is some swearing but I tried to keep it to a minimum.

Cats can’t dance. But if they did, they would dance like Jeon Jungkook. Fluid and virile and beguiling. Amid the other advanced dance class members, he shines like a star of his own.

You don’t mean to be spying on him. Technically, you aren’t anyway. Waiting in the freezing locker room after changing is not appealing. So, you’re waiting in the hall outside the studio. The door is a single pane of wide glass that gives an almost unobstructed view of floor full of dancers.

You secretly envy all the students inside. They can transform music into movement and make it look as naturally as breathing. Having that kind of intuition for beauty must be such an incredible gift. Jungkook received said gift ten-fold from the few glimpses of him you’ve seen.

Your university’s program has an impeccable reputation. Freshmen rarely get into the higher dance classes. However, even with your untrained eye, you applaud the department head for making an exception. Rumor has it Jungkook may be getting a solo piece in the spring art symposium. You can’t help but wonder if he’ll be the choreographer and what kind of music would best suit his abilities.

“Wishing you were in there?” Namjoon comes to stand beside you. Yoongi is just over his shoulder. They almost look like twins in their all black outfits, but you suppose that happens sometimes with best friends.

You snort. “No way. I’d look like a goose trying to do Swan Lake.” You turn to rest your back fully against the wall to better look at your friends. Even though you’re all different majors, your designated places in the back of the dance classroom made you bond quickly.

“Come on, you’re not that bad.” Namjoon smiles and joins you on the wall to nudge your shoulder with his. With his lanky frame, you would’ve thought he’d be graceful, but somehow the poor kid almost broke the ballet bar in the first week of class. Still, he’s improved a lot since then.

“Definitely not as bad as we were to start,” Yoongi drawls. He leans back and slides down the opposite wall. Although Yoongi can seem lazy, you’ve learned he’s anything but. And as much as he complains about dancing, he’s quite good. Putting his rolled hoodie behind his head, he sighs. “I’m going to have to set three alarms next time to get my butt out of the studio to register for classes for next semester so I don’t get stuck with a gen ed class like this.”

“The first aid classes were gone like that,” Namjoon laments with a snap of his fingers. “I was so focused on getting my psych and philosophy classes that I left this physical education credit to the last minute. First month of the semester is over at least.”

“You’re both exaggerating. You’re really good. I’m the one who’s going to fall on my face for our exam. I got a ‘C’ on that first performance test. A ‘C’. This’ll be my lowest grade since I failed that test in middle school,” you sigh.

“You failed a test?” Namjoon’s mouth falls open. One of your strongest bonding points with him is your drive for high grades. “You? What subject?”

“Not important,” Yoongi interrupts. He shoots you a teasing half smile. “You’ll ace it if you make it a comedy act.”

You roll your eyes. “Not helping, Yoongi.”

“I’m kidding. If we’re good, so are you.”

“Uh-huh.”

The door opens, putting a stop to your banter. You shift closer to Namjoon as students flow out. Jungkook is one of the last to exit, flicking damp bangs from his forehead. His plain white t-shirt sticks to his chest, leaving too little to the imagination. Sweat adds an extra sheen to his glowing tan skin. Sweaty men should not be this attractive. It’s just not fair.

When Jungkook sees Yoongi, a bright smile fills his face. “Hi! Oh, thanks.” He gratefully catches the water bottle Yoongi tosses him, pausing as his hand closes around the cap. “Don’t you need this?”

Yoongi waves his hand. “I always bring two. That one’s all yours, kid.”

“Nice to see you too, Jungkook.” Namjoon chuckles.

Before Jungkook can turn around and see your blushing face, you duck inside the classroom.

After class, you trudge up the long hill to the campus mailroom. The incline makes your legs hurt, but you’re desperately hoping the care package your best friend sent will be waiting. Chocolate and tea and a new face mask she now swears by. All the pampering an over-worked college girl needs.

When you open your mailbox, your anticipation instantly deflates. No package notice slip waits, only a bundle of unattractive looking papers. Closing your box, you flip through them. Various fliers and party notices go right into the convenient recycling bin. The last is a stapled packet of paper you recognize as your math test. It was only a mid- chapter review. You know you did well on it so you’re not really concerned with your grade.

Your hand tilts to drop it in along with the other content, but as the paper shifts, the first number of the grade catches your eye.

“What?” you screech.

Even if the mailroom wasn’t abandoned as it is at this hour, you wouldn’t care. You tear the paper open and stare at the first page. The big ‘F’ glares back you in accusatory red marker. The number grade below it only confirms the letter.

“This has to be a mistake,” you mutter, heart pounding and hands suddenly clammy. Sure, you barely studied, but this was simple stuff. You’d gotten check pluses on all your homework assignments for the chapter. Your eyes scan the page, jumping to the name when you notice the work isn’t in your handwriting.

Jeon Jungkook.

You freeze. The golden boy is bad… at math? Although you’ve never talked to him yourself, all you ever hear is how perfect Jungkook is. Everything he does seems designed for an article in the alum magazines, tailored to rake in the big buck donations. To say such a person doesn’t intimidate you a little would be lying, but here is a chink in his armor.

You snap the test back in half, embarrassed. You need to get this back to him as soon as possible. He obviously needs the review and you would personally be mortified if someone else saw a grade like this. A quick look in the student database gets you his dorm building and room number. Turns out he lives in your building, only three floors down.

Bass thumps through Jungkook’s door. Pokémon cutouts and fliers for some underground club plaster the surface, almost obscuring the smiley faces with Jungkook and his roommates’ names on them. You knock once, then harder when there’s no answer.

A tall boy with a bandanna headband opens the door. Even though you’ve never seen him in your life, he greets you with a wide grin. A requirement for this floor must be to be way more handsome than the average human. “Hi.”

His easy smile gives you a hit of courage. “Hi. Is, um, Jungkook here?”

“Yeah. Jungkook! There’s a cute girl here for you.” He winks and disappears back into the room, leaving you trying not to wrinkle the test in your nervous hands.

“A girl? Nice try, Tae. Why-” Jungkook stops short when he sees you standing there. He looks young and soft in another white shirt and faded black sweatpants. “Hi… I-I know you from somewhere, don’t I?”

“Kind of.” You smile. New people make you unsettled, but it’s something you’re attempting to work on. “I sit two rows in front of you in our math class and my Beginning Modern class on Tuesdays and Thursdays is right after your class. We’ve never talked though. I’m-”

“Wait, I know your name. You’re the one who always says 'present’ when the professor calls role,” When he says it correctly, you’re caught off guard. With such a big class, you didn’t expect him to remember your name, let alone a detail like that.

“Yes, that’s me. Old habits die hard.”

“Cool. So… what’s up?”

“Well,” you hold out the folded paper, “The professor accidentally put your review in my box. Mine’s 213.”

“Mine’s 231. Easy mistake to make, I guess. Thanks for bringing it.” Jungkook takes the test from you and sneaks a look at it.

His smile falls the second he sees the grade. His fingers crinkle the paper as his grip tightens. Frustration flares in his eyes, but degenerates into unhappy resignation in a blink.

The frown on his face is so piteous you can’t help making an impulsive offer. “Would you like me to tutor you?”

Jungkook’s face snaps up to yours, eyes wide. “Tutor me?”

“I’m really sorry; I thought it was mine so I saw your grade. I’m not the best in our class, but I still have an ‘A’ so I could tutor you to give you some extra help.”

He runs a hand through his hair, disturbing the beanie on his head. Though he looks tempted, clearly his pride is in play. “I don’t have any money to pay you…”

Another idea pops to life in your head. “We could do an exchange then, if you want. I tutor you in math, you tutor me in dance? I barely passed our midterm. It’s a win-win, right?”

“Take the deal already so we don’t have to listen to you moan and groan about your homework all the time,” a voice yells.

“I don’t complain; that’s you over your Chemistry, Hoseok!” Jungkook shouts over his shoulder. Turning back to you, a shyer version of his smile returns. “I appreciate the offer a lot, but I usually practice until late. That’s why I can’t use the school tutors.”

“I work late too at the cafe by the library every day except weekends.” You shrug. “I could meet you in whichever studio you use after work. You don’t have to agree-”

Jungkook jumps in, “Please. You saw my grade. I’d be really dumb not to say 'yes.’ I’ll make it work… I guess I should give you my number so I can let you know which studio I end up using.”

“Sure.” Digging out your phone, you hand it to him. In a matter of seconds, his phone dings and he hands yours back. You try not to notice the veins prominently etched under his skin.

“What time do you get off?” he asks.

“11 or 11:30, depending on how busy we are in the last hour.”

“I could probably finish or fit in a break around there. Do you want to start tomorrow or…?”

“Tomorrow’s fine. I’ll text you when I get off.”

“Sounds good. Really, thanks for this. You’re probably saving my butt this semester.”

“No problem.” Out of habit, you extend your hand before you can help yourself.

Jungkook looks down at it uncertainly but gives it a quick shake before you can retract it. His hand is warm and softer than you expected.

You quickly drop it and blurt out, “I’ve got other homework so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Me too. Have a good night.”

“You too. Bye.” You wave awkwardly and take off before you can embarrass yourself more.

Wednesdays are one of your busiest days. That means you don’t have time to think about your meeting with Jungkook until you’re turning off the light at 11:15. It’s a ten-minute walk across campus to the gym complex. Admittedly, you’re a little nervous. It usually takes you awhile to warm up to people, especially boys.

But Jungkook seems as shy as you normally are and he looked so disappointed with his grade, your caretaker side took over. But who knows if you’ll actually make a good tutor or if you’ll confuse him more. To avoid becoming a shaking mess, you stick in your earbuds and turn up the volume to an unhealthy level.

Just as you get to the gym door, you see someone moving towards it, key in hand. You run, your hand slamming on the door.

“Sorry, we’re closing-” The man looks up and you recognize Jungkook’s roommate who answered the door. He smiles just as brightly as before. “Oh, it’s you. You here to meet Jungkook?”

“Yeah. But you just said the gym’s closed.”

“Ah, not for you.” He pushes the door open and ushers you in. “Jungkook’s got special permission to practice as long as he wants. He knows how to get out once I lock up. He’s down on the ground floor, second studio on the right. Should be the only one with lights on.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“Have fun, you crazy kids. Don’t do anything I’d do,” he calls after you as you head down the stairs.

The small studio is empty and quiet when you arrive. The green lights of the stereo are still blinking, but no Jungkook. When you step further into the room and look around, you see a torn piece of notebook paper with your name on it folded around the bar.

Grabbing a quick shower. Be back soon. -Jungkook

Shrugging, you notice a bookbag sitting on top of a pile of mats in the corner. A phone rests propped up against that. You settle yourself beside it and pull out your materials. Your textbook, the homework you already started, extra pencils, your calculator, and a copy of your notes you made for Jungkook. His writing on the note may be neat, but his notes could be a different matter entirely.

Jungkook walks back through the door. He jumps when he sees you, his eyes widening, but he recovers quickly. Another white shirt clings to the damp skin on his arms, but his basketball shorts hang loose around his legs. “Hey. I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?”

“No, I just got here a few minutes ago,” you assure him. “How’re you?” “Good, good. You?”

“Tired. I thought we could do math first and dance later? My feet could use a rest, sorry.”

“No, no. That’s fine.” He hurries over and leans down to rummage through his bookbag. You can smell his soap, sharp and fresh and sexy. “Can we go over the review? I still didn’t get half the problems even when the professor went over them.”

“Of course.”

His phone buzzes. Without meaning to, you look over in time to see the text: “Good luck with your pretty tutor 😉.”

Jungkook snatches the phone and stuffs it into his pocket. His ears are red and he ducks his head further into his bag. “Sorry. Taehyung just-… Sorry. He just likes teasing me.”

You look down at your lap and shuffle your papers to find your packet and hide your own pink cheeks. “He’s your roommate who works here?”

“Yeah. Got it.” Jungkook drops his bag on the floor so he can take its place beside you and open his book to the chapter. Glancing between the page and his paper, his eyes get bigger with a mixture of revulsion and utter confusion. He tries to smile when he turns to you and says, “So… polynomial functions…”

“Yeah. Exciting stuff.” You smile back to try to put him at ease in case he doesn’t catch the sarcasm. “Which problem do you want to start with?”

“Number three?”

“Okay. So, we have to sketch the graph for f(x) = x3- x2 – 9x + 9. Can I see what you did?”

He shifts his book so you can see as you move closer. Your shoulder brushes his. Jungkook tenses so you casually lean forward so you’re not touching anymore. A quick sniff proves you only smell like work. Maybe he doesn’t like coffee. His paper quickly distracts you from wondering though.

To say it is a mess would be generous. Frustrated pink from an eraser streaks under crammed calculations and scrubbed out mistakes. You can barely make out the final work. At least you know whatever problem Jungkook has isn’t from lack of trying.

“Why don’t we start fresh?” You tear out two pieces of paper and hand one to him. He murmurs his thanks as you balance your book on your knee closest to him. You write larger than normal so he can follow more easily. “We have our equation, so what’s our next step?”

“We have to factor it to find the zeros,” Jungkook sounds confident, but the unsure peek he gives you shows otherwise.

“Right.” Again, you smile to encourage him. “To do that, we need to group the terms. For this problem, that means essentially splitting it into x3- x2 and - 9x + 9. From there, we can factor out x2 from x3- x2, so we get x2 (x-1). Still with me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then we move on to the second part of the equation. What common factors does it have?

“Nine, so we’d get 9(x+1).”

“But what about the negative sign in front of 9x?”

Jungkook’s head jerks up from his work. His teeth marks are embedded in his pencil’s eraser like an anxious rabbit’s. “What negative sign?”

Pointing at his paper, you explain, “It’s from the original function. The subtraction sign in x3- x2 – 9x + 9 doesn’t just go away when we split the function to factor it. It goes with the 9 as a negative sign so when we factor, we should get -9(x-1). Otherwise, when we tried to reverse it, we’d get x3- x2 + 9x + 9. Always carry over the math sign. I think that’s what messed you up here. That and your end behaviors are reversed.”

“But isn’t it when the degree is odd, the graph rises to the left, and when the leading coefficient positive, the graph falls to the right?”

You shake your head and twirl a finger. “The opposite: odd degree means the left falls and positive coefficient means the right rises.”

Jungkook sighs but erases his answer and adds a note to the side.

“Wait.” Offering him your copied notes, you explain, “I made these for you. I take pretty good notes so… Anyway, I made a little chart there to show how the coefficients and degrees work. It’s easier for me to memorize them like that.”

“Cool. Thanks.” He looks between your notes and his paper, his lower lip protruding in a barely discernable pout. With another sigh, he quietly says, “You must think I’m really stupid, not getting this simple stuff. If she actually let us use our calculators for this part, I’d be set, but without it, I’m screwed.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” you reply earnestly. “A lot of people think you have to be good at math to be smart, but not everyone’s brains are wired that way. Sometimes it takes more work to understand math, especially higher math like this. It’s nothing to be ashamed of to not to get it the first few times.”

“You think so?” Jungkook asks, his shoulders straightening with hope.

“Yeah. Like one of my friends can order breakfast in four languages, but ask her to explain the chemistry that makes the meal and she’s silent. And you, you’re brilliant when you dance.”

“Thanks.” His face breaks into a wide, genuine smile. It’s so mesmerizing you almost miss when he asks, “When have you seen me dance though?”

“Sometimes I get out of my previous class early since it’s a lab so I get to catch the end of your class. I’ve seen you during some of the floor exercises,” you admit sheepishly.

“You were the one standing with Namjoon yesterday after class, weren’t you?”

“Yeah. We’re back buddies.” Before you can get more off track, you ask, “So, are we good with this one or do you want to go through it again?”

Jungkook looks between your paper and his. “I think I’m okay. We can move on. Number five?”

A pile of paper grows on the floor as you work through the rest of the pre-test. True to your earlier statement, Jungkook proves he’s not stupid. He asks lots of questions, his eyes flitting between your work, his own, and your notes. He just needs some individual attention. And maybe a bit more practice. At least you have another week before the test to help him.

When you finish the last question, the two of you stretch, your arms accidentally hitting each other. You both laugh and you twist the other way while Jungkook picks up his phone.

“Shit. It’s late.” Jungkook turns the screen so you can see it’s already past 12:30. A guilty frown is on his lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it’d take that long. Do you have to go to bed soon?”

Waving away his concern, you reply, “Nah. I’m usually up until one or two anyway, but if you need to practice more, you don’t need to bother with me tonight. We do have math tomorrow slash this morning.”

“But that wouldn’t be fair. You just spent an hour helping me.”

“Really, Jungkook. It’s okay.” You start putting things away in your bag. He’s probably just saying that to be polite. “We can do it another night. Plus, you’ve already showered. If we dance, you might get sweaty again.”

“It won’t hurt to take another one later.” He stands up, shaking out his legs. “We can do a short session so we can both get some sleep. We can make up the other thirty minutes another day. Deal?”

The expectant look he gives you has you staring back. If you were completely honest, you had only mentioned him tutoring you in return as an out for his pride. When you suggested it, you expected this to go the same way most of your relationships do. You give without reservation. They take without consideration. End of story.

It doesn’t bother you anymore. You think of it as putting out good karma and hope it will come back around some day. Jungkook’s unexpected readiness to return the favor is… well, unexpected.

“Hey, you awake?”

“Spotting,” you blurt out, still floundering in your thoughts. Focusing, you repeat, “Spotting. I can’t spot to save my life. I always fall or go off course when I turn.” Trying to cover your over-long pause, you add, “Sorry, there’re just so many elements I haven’t mastered yet that I couldn’t decide what I wanted to work on first.”

“You’re fine. Umm… okay, why don’t you try showing me what you do so I can watch?”

“Okay.” You gesture to your jeans. “Do you think it’ll be okay in these? Professor Duncan gave us a lecture that lasted half the period when someone showed up in jeans.”

Jungkook shrugs. “They are restrictive but since we’re not dancing long- Wait, hang on. I think I have a spare pair of pants in here.” He opens the cabinet beneath the stereo and rummages around, finally pulling out a pair of black sweatpants with a grin like he won the lottery. Tossing them at you, he says “You may have to roll up the legs, but these should work.”

“Do you live here?” you joke.

“Kinda. If I’m not sleeping or in class or the dining hall, I’m usually here. Well, sometimes I’m in my room for homework or-”

“Or what?” you ask when he doesn’t continue and just looks embarrassed.

“Nothing.”

“Okay.” You shove what other things he could be doing in his room away. If he’s like any other college boy, it could be as innocent as seeing how many kernels of popcorn he can fit in his mouth. Or it could be the very opposite of innocent. You move towards the door before your mind can go there. “I’ll be right back.” Your words prove prophetic as you return in less than a minute. “Um, Jungkook.”

He jumps, having been turned around to fiddle with the stereo. “Yeah?”

“The locker rooms are all locked. Would you mind if I-…”

“Oh.” Jungkook’s eyes get bigger and you catch him scanning your body before he realizes he’s doing it. He quickly shifts his eyes to the ground. “Oh. Right. I- I’ll- I’ll just go out in the hall. So you can change.” He escapes out the door like a ghost.

For the second time tonight, you’re staring. Even after just an hour with him, you can tell Jungkook’s got everything a person could want: cute bunny smile, more artistic talent than you could drum up in a lifetime, good manners. Yet the instant he remembers you’re of the opposite sex, he turns into a blushing kid. It’s as endearing as it is baffling.

You rush to change into his sweatpants, almost stumbling, and strip to the tank top you wear under your work shirt. “It’s safe,” you call as soon as the pants are secure around your waist.

Jungkook’s ears are still a little red when he comes back into the room. It calls attention to multiple piercings rimming the cartilage that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Do you want to work with music on or not?” he asks, one hand already on the stereo.

You hurriedly nod. “I like it.” You’ll be self-conscious enough having him totally focused on you. The music will give you something else to think about.

“Cool. Tell me if you want something else. I’ve got my iPod.”

The song that comes out the speakers is familiar and one of your favorites. “This is good. I like Charlie Puth.”

He grins back at you “Me too.”

Letting out a breath, you ask, “So, should I just… start?”

“Try five turns. Don’t try to go fast.”

You move to the center of the room and determinedly fix your sight on your reflection’s eyes. You ignore the broader, taller reflection that is Jungkook. It takes a few beats to position your feet correctly. With another deep breath, you bend your knees and push off.

After your fifth turn, you want to just sink into the ground. Although you try your best, you still wobble in the middle of each spin. Your head snaps around either too fast or too slow, losing your spot in the process.

“Just say it. I’m awful,” you sigh. You don’t bother turning around to look at Jungkook.

“No. I’ve seen worse.” He comes beside you and smiles when you meet his gaze in the mirror. “I had a friend back in elementary school who busted his nose on the mirror because he wanted to spin as fast as a Power Ranger. Blood everywhere, tons of little kids screaming.”

You burst out laughing, forgetting your humiliation. “Really?”

“Yeah. He quit the next week.”

“Poor kid.”

“At least you didn’t do that.” In a more serious tone, he adds, “You need to keep your back straighter. You tilt when you turn so that’s throwing you off balance. Wait, not like that.” Jungkook’s hands reach towards your shoulders, but stop just before they touch you. He looks at you in the mirror and asks uncertainly, “Is it alright if I touch you?”

Thankfully your face is already red from embarrassment so the tint of your bashfulness at his question is hidden. “Yes.”

Jungkook gently presses down on your shoulders, forcing them to relax. Simultaneously, he lifts your chin a little. “Lengthen your neck. Keep your chin, eyes, and shoulders level. They need to be strong to keep you from tilting but not tense or your next move won’t be as fluid.”

“Okay.”

“And let’s not try not spinning.”

“But that’s the entire point of spotting.”

“We’ll work back up to that. Just try small steps. It’s like the slower version of a turn. Once you master that, turning will get easier.”

“You’re the boss.”

As you adjust your feet again, Jungkook snaps his fingers. “Hang on, this might help.” He digs in his bag again and produces a small sheet of plastic. Peeling off a sticker, he slaps the Bulbasaur in the middle of the mirror and grins at his genius. “Use this as your spot.”

“Gotta catch ‘em all,” you giggle.

Jungkook is a strict but never harsh instructor, making you repeat a single turn a dozen times until your body is exactly positioned. Sometimes he tells you what adjustments to make, but other times he makes them himself, always asking permission. By the time one o’clock rolls around, you can make three out of five turns without looking like a drunken top. You’re still not turning fast, but it’s definitely an improvement and more than you expected to achieve.

“You did good,” Jungkook praises when you both start gathering up your things. “Thanks,” you reply, giving him a belated high-five. “I think you’ll be ready for the test next week with a few more sessions too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s just a matter of getting your rules straight.”

“Thanks.” He pauses when you take out your water bottle and take a swig. “Um, is all that supposed to be there?”

Chuckling, you nod. “It’s just cucumber and lemon slices. They give it a little extra something. Want to try?”

Jungkook waves his hand when you offer the bottle. “I’m good. Thanks though. By the way…”

“Hm?”

“Can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asks. His eyes are on his shoes as he continues, “I know there’re those blue light stands, but… it’s still kind of dangerous since it’s so late.”

You busy yourself with getting into your bookbag straps so he can’t see how touched you are at his offer. “Actually, we live in the same building. I’m a few floors up from you.”

“Oh. I guess that works out then.”

Jungkook turns out the light behind you as you leave the studio. Neither of you speak as you climb the stairs out of the building and start across campus. You build up your courage to start asking him questions about his other classes about two minutes in. A safe topic. He gives short answers at first, but in the time it takes to reach your dorm, you’re laughing and griping about different professors like old friends instead of new ones.

“Seriously though, who in their right mind wants to be thinking about math at the ungodly hour of eight am? Even if that’s your job,” Jungkook complains as you reach his floor. “You make your own schedule. Why not noon when everyone’s brain is awake?” “Professor Irwin’s a bit odd,” you agree. “Well, here’s where I leave you. Same drill tomorrow night?”

“Sure.”

“Cool. Good night, Jungkook.”

“Night.”

Jungkook waves and disappears into the hall, leaving you alone on the stairwell. You feel a smile on your lips as you continue on the stairs to your own room. Friends aren’t something you make easily, but you think you’re already on your way to being good ones with Jungkook. It shoots a warm feeling inside your heart and for the first time, you actually look forward to math class. The last line of ‘Casablanca’ comes to mind: “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

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