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unlikelymilkshakedream · 3 years

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A/n: Hello! Here is part 3 for the Charlie Weasley fic I promised. Sorry this took so long. I promised angst, so I'm giving it. Hope you enjoy!

Another day, another exam, or so it seemed that way at Hogwarts. As May came to a close, and June starts, your O.W.L.s were giving you more stress than you had ever felt. Your future was on the line if you didn't do well with your exams.

Not only were your exams crushing you, your relationship had been rocky for a couple of months. After the valentines day dance with your date, Charlie Weasley, nothing could have made your life better. You were dating your best friend, all of your friends supported you, and you had no tests coming up. In other words, very different from your life currently.

You were still technically dating your best friend, but from long classes and homework that came with them, to Charlie's quiditch practices lasting forever in hopes of winning the house cup, you hadn't had time to spend a moment alone together in what felt like years.

Your friends would always be there for you and you knew that, you cared about them with your whole heart and knew they felt the same way, but they had their own exams and futures just as you did. You would never ask them for anything because you didn't want to be a burden.

And of course, your exams. Your dreams of becoming a curse breaker were very important to you. You wanted nothing more than to help people, on top of finding your brother and protecting hogwarts. You were a natural curse breaker so it only makes sense that you would pursue your passion. However, if you wanted to do that, you needed to not only pass your exams, but exceed the expectations.

With that responsibility came nights on end in the library, studying, preparing and hoping that it would all work out. Your exams, finding your brother, hell, even your relationship with Charlie. You knew how rocky it was and you were devastated by that, but you knew if you two truly wanted to, it would work out, or so you hoped.

So, another night in the library, was your fate. You wanted to be with Charlie, but you knew he had quiditch practice, and you had a potions exam in the morning that you weren't ready for. As you flipped through your book, trying to soak up as much information as you could, you didn't notice a certain redhead sneak behind you.

"Hey baby," you felt the hot breathe on your neck and jumped more than out of your skin.

"Blimey Charlie, you scared me." He chuckled as he pulled a chair beside you.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see you after practice, and I haven't seen you all weekend." He smiled at you, which you couldn't help but smile back.

"I know, its just tomorrow starts like the most stressful week of the year. If I don't do well on my exams, my future can be forgotten. Speaking of, I am not ready for potions tomorrow, hence why I'm here." You smiled as you looked back towards your book.

"Hey, you're gonna do great on your exam because you are great, and smart, and beautiful," Charlie said as you rolled your eyes and laughed. "Its just we haven't seen each other in a while, thought i could keep you company." You sighed.

"Look, I know we haven't been the most talkative lately, but what exactly do you want me to say, you know how important this is to me." He put his hand on yours.

"I know, I get it baby, I do, and after this week, we're gonna celebrate." He said with the biggest grin on his face. Suddenly, Madame Pince came around the corner with the dirtiest look on her face.

"Shh!" You smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Madam-"

"Shh!!!" You sighed as she walked away. You turned back to charlie.

"You better go, I have to study and don't wanna get kicked out." You smiled at him.

"Okay, but I meant what I said about celebrating." He smiled hugley. You returned the smile, only a fraction of what he had given you. That made his smile falter and eventually he turned and walked back to his dorm.

Eventually you had to except the time as 11pm rolled around and Madam Pince kicked you out of the library. You took the book along with all your other stuff and headed towards your common room.

Once you were in, you sat down near the fireplace and opened your potions book once again, flipping to the section about dragon livers and how they were hard to get.

Eventually, you heard the clock strike 2am and had to call it a night. As you closed your booka nd sat back, looking into the fire, you thought of your life as a cursebreaker, how great it would be, how much you wanted to do it, and what you were willing to do to achieve that goal.

As you stood up and headed towards the stairwell, your way was blocked by charlie, the last person you expected to see, especially at this hour.

"Hey, what're you doing up?" Charlie asked groggy.

"I could ask you the same thing. I was just going to bed." You said as you pushed past him and climbed the stairs. He followed you up.

"I thought you'd be up, I was just checking on you." You turned around as you got to the last step before your dorm and smiled.

"Thats sweet, but go back to bed. Goodnight." You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then headed into your dorm, falling on your bed and instantly falling asleep.

The next morning, you woke at around 8. Shit. You were late. You quickly got up and dressed faster than ever and ran to the dungeons. You mad either to class just in time, not eating or anything.

"Well, well, Ms. Brooks, you have decided to grace us with your presence, how considerate." Snape sneered at you as you walked to your seat beside Rowan, breathing heavily, across the room, you saw Charlie looking worriedly at you, which was the last thing you wanted in that moment.

Once your potion exam was finished, you walked out of the room, feeling exhausted and like you failed. You started walking to your next exam, which was charms, the easiest of your exams. Soon enough a certain redhead caught up with you.

"Hey, y/n, why were you late today?" You turned to him.

"I over slept, which I dont do, so I didn't realize at which point I had to sprint to make it, which I didnt." You sighed tired lying. "Why?"

"Just wondering, I missed you at breakfast. Did you eat anything?" You smiled softly.

"No, I haven't but its fine, look i have to go to charms and I really don't wanna be late again, see you." Without another word from either of you, you walked away to charms.

At charms, you felt most confident of all classes, which honestly wasn't saying a lot. You finished your exam pretty easily and walked to the great hall, intending on studying until your Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in an hour. Once the clock struck the time to take your next exam, you left the great hall.

Once you reached DADA, you walked in with Tulip and took your seat. You should feel bad, but you just were so glad charlie wasn't there, staring at you like a sorry case. He meant well and you knew it but you just wanted space.

As you finished your final exam of the day, you headed to the library, studying for transfigurations next. When you reached the library, unfortunately you fell into the same pattern as the previous night, except this time no charlie.

When the clock struck midnight, you went to the dorm room and headed straight for bed, not bothering to study anymore. Once your head hit the pillow, you were out.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining into your window nicely. It was a good way to wake up honestly. You say up and saw Rowan asleep. You figured you had a few minutes before breakfast so you got up and got dressed.

You and Rowan walked to breakfast while revising your transfiguration knowledge. You didn't feel as bad about it as potions but you also didn't feel as great about it as charms. Walking into the great hall, you found Charlie sitting with his younger brothers. You knew you had to go sit with him.

"Hey y/n, how'd you sleep?" Charlie asked as he saw you sit next to him and his brothers giggled at him, to which he sent a dirty look.

"Um, not the best but ye know. Its whatever." As you sat down you ate the blandest breakfast ever, granola and coffee, it would just have to do for today.

"Are you guys ready for the big game tomorrow night?" Fred asked the table. You looked at him with a confused expression whereas everyone else seemed to understand.

"What game fred?" He turned to you.

"Uh, the house cup game, we are so gonna kick hufflepuffs ass." Ah.

"Right, good luck." Charlie turned to you.

"You'll come right love? What me win?" You smiled as you sipped your coffee.

"Uh yeah, maybe, I might have to study for History of magic but we'll see." Charlie stopped.

"Y/n, you can't miss the game, its only the biggest game of the year. Please come." Ugh when he gave you those puppy dog eyes, you knew you were done for.

"Okay, yes I will go, of course I will." You smiled and kissed his cheek.

As breakfast finished and you and Rowan made your way to transfiguration, you felt confident in the upcoming essay. Going over info with Rowan definitely helped.

Once you were finished with the exam, you went to the great hall, being assigned twenty five inches of parchment for the second half of the exam was not ideal. You were stressed out, but at least you only had care of magical creatures left for the day, something you were sure you'd excel in thanks to charlie.

As you walked down the grounds for your exam, you felt very confident that you'd do well. Your confidence was correctly placed as you walked to the common room to start on you parchment for transfiguration, doing very well on your exam in care of magical creatures.

The real problems didn't start until the following day, charlies big game was today and you hadn't made a dent in your parchment, due to not being able to focus and eventually falling asleep far earlier than you would have liked. Today you had exams in astronomy, history of magic and a regular potions class. You were extremely busy today, it didn't help you woke up 20 minutes before your exam in astronomy so you had to sprint once again to be on time.

Once you were seated in astronomy, your exam begun and you didnt feel very confident. You gave it your all and after about 75 minutes, you were done. You walked out and saw your boyfriend charlie who lit up when he saw you. You walked over to him with a small smile on your face.

"Hey babe, whats up?" You asked him.

"Not much now that your hear, just nervous for later." You looked at his smiling face confused.

"Later?" His smile dropped. You had forgotten about the quitditch match.

"The match that determines who wins the house cup? I thought you were coming, its really important to me." Shit. Right, yeah of course you would go.

"Right, of course I will be there, sorry I'm just tired you know how it is. I will be there, but right now I have to go to potions, ill see you later." Damn, how had you forgotten?

Potions seemed to last forever as Snape lectured on Beatle brains, you swore you were going to die of boredom, all you wanted to do was study for history of magic.

When class was finally dismissed, you headed straight for the library, not having your final exam for an hour and a half. When you sat down in the library, you immediately fell into studying, the time slipping by quickly until it was time to go to your exam.

Arriving to your exam, you set your things down and got ready for it, feeling confident as you had spent a lot of time studying for this. You finished your exam in 65 minutes and headed to the great hall, feeling hungry.

When you got to the great hall and saw what was happening inside, all hunger left your body.

Shit.

Inside, Gryffindor students were celebrating the win of the house cup, you had forgotten the game. You walked in to the great hall and saw Charlie, held up by his teammates above everyone like a king. You smiled at how happy he looked, but when he saw you, its like every drop of happiness was taken from him and you felt your heart break.

Charlie told his team mates to let him down which they did as he made his way over to you, looking hurt and disappointed. You couldn't do much besides stand there and look at him sheepishly.

"Y/n, why didn't you come to the game, you knew how important it was to me and how much I could have used your support." He said loudly, causing those near you to look on at the conversation.

"Charlie, can we go in the hallway?" He looked pissed but didn't object. Once you were away from everyone, you turned to him.

"Charlie, I am so sorry I didn't go to your game, I was in the library studying and the time just got away from me and before I knew it I had to go to my exam and I completely forgot l. I'm so sorry. But you won anyway so you didn't need me at all, cause your just that good." You said with a smile, trying to defuse his anger. It didn't work.

"Y/n, that's not the point, you said you would be there and I wanted you there. You didn't need to study for your exam, you've been studying all week, this is all I asked of you and you couldn't even give me this." As he finished, you felt sorrow drain and anger rise.

"What exactly do you mean I didnt need to study for my exam? I have been studying all week, unlike you, because I care about getting good grades. You know how badly I need to do on my exams to have a future! I didnt go to your match, because I wanted to make sure I did well. I apologized but now your being irrational." He scoffed.

"Irrational? I asked one thing of you, I asked you to attend a quiditch match to support your boyfriend, but apparently if it doesn't benefit you, it doesn't matter, huh is that it?" You were now fully screaming at each other, thank god the hallway was deserted.

"Are you serious? You know maybe if you cared more about your future and grades like I do, you would see where I'm coming from, but all you care about is a God damn match and dragons! No wonder we've been like this for months. You say im selfish, I've done everything for you. I miss one thing and the worlds over to you." Charlie turned away and scoffed.

"You're right, we have been like this for a long time, because we just don't work anymore." You froze. "Y/n, you can't even support your own boyfriend, you care more about tests than anything, this clearly isn't working." You looked at him while a tear rolled down your cheek, which you quickly wiped away. You didn't want to break up with Charlie, God no. But he didn't seem to want to stay together.

"Charlie, it's not like that, you know how stressed I've been, I'm sorry I didn't come to your game, I truly meant to go. I care a lot about my future, but you don't and thats not on me. You can't put this on me, its not just the match, you've been like this ever since the dance, its not only me." More tears rolled down your cheeks as one slid out from his eye.

"Y/n, this just isn't working, I'm sorry." No, God no please.

"Charlie, no, please, don't do this. I swear I-" he cut you off.

"I'm sorry, its already done." He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in an empty corridor, feeling your heart leaving your soul. You don't know how it happened, you don't know where it went wrong. Was it truly the match? Or was it ever since the day of the dance? Did he even ever like you?

As you stood in that corridor, you felt cold, you felt like you soul left you. You watched him walk away and eventually out of eyesight, thinking about how you would never feel his kiss again, never feel the comfort of his embrace, never feel his love again.

You didn't want this, God no, but your gut told you it had to happen, you just wish it didn't hurt this much. As you wrapped your arms around yourself and sank to the floor with tears on your face, you felt nothing but hollow, wishing the presence of charlie was still there. Wishing he could hold you and tell you he loved you again, as you loved him still.

You didn't know how you were going to go on without him, but you knew one thing for sure, the last thing you cared about was your fucking grades, because you just lost the best thing in your life.

A/n: okay, sorry this took so long, I suck i know! Im sorry this was shitty, I will try to finish the series relatively soon, there will be 2 more parts. I hope you like it, thanks for reading!

#charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley #charlie weasley imagine #charlie weasley x you #charlie weasley angst #hphm #hphm mc #harry potter

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yoon-kooks · 4 years

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The Devil Writes Romance | myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, fanficwriter!Yoongi

Summary: When you’re assigned to work with Min Yoongi on a final project for your Writing Fiction course, you stumble upon the fuck boy’s secret identity as a sappy fanfic writer. With the heart and soul of an aspiring editor, you’re somehow convinced by the boy himself to help make his fictional romance more realistic and heartfelt. Before you know it, you’ve made a not-so-innocent pinky promise with the devil.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex :-)

A/N: this is basically a pilot that sets up a lot of plot for a potential series so lmk if you like the idea and would continue reading it as a series! also special shoutout to @chewymoustachio for the love & support 💖

As spring semester comes to a close, your only goal is to make it through finals week unscathed. Like many of your fellow English majors, most of your finals are extensive papers rather than traditional exams. Normally this would not stress you out, but your Writing Fiction course has thrown a curveball your way: half of your grade is dependent on your partner, Min Yoongi.

Personally, you’ve never been a fan of partner or group projects because you always somehow end up with incompetent teammates who either do a half-assed job or ghost you until the day before it’s due. Either way, you’ve learned and become accustomed to relying only on yourself.

However, as your Writing Fiction class has taught you, a writer’s world is not built upon independence. Rather, it’s built upon the opposite. Writers depend on others for support, feedback, and revision. That’s where your final project comes on.

For your final project, everyone in your class signed up for the role of either a writer or editor, and you’ve been randomly paired up with someone who chose the opposite. It’s no secret to anyone that you dream of becoming an editor in the industry. You love the idea of reviewing other writers’ works and providing them with as much feedback and constructive criticism as possible. Naturally, you signed up to be an editor.

As fate would have it, you find yourself paired with the boy who’s pretty much slept with the entire class, including the TA, and allegedly the professor. The only person left unchecked on his list is you. Somehow, you’ve heard more gossip about his sex life than his skills as a writer, which is why you believe you’re fucked for this final.

“Hey, Partner,” Yoongi catches up with you in the hall after class. His signature cedarwood cologne is too heavy to ignore as he strides beside you. “Are you free tonight?”

“To brainstorm some story ideas?” You tilt your head and add an innocent tone to mask the skepticism. Truthfully, you know what he really wants. It’s not your first rodeo.

“I actually already have a story in mind,” he says. “But I was thinking you and I could-”

“What’s the story about?” Because you’d much rather hear about that than one of Yoongi’s many excuses to get in your pants.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he shrugs as the two of you walk out of the building and into the beaming afternoon sun. You lift an arm to block the light out of your face, only to realize the boy’s shadow blocks it for you. Apparently, there are perks to walking with a buddy after class. “I’ll send you the draft tonight.”

“The professor literally just assigned the project and it’s not due for another week,” you raise an eyebrow. Weird, you’ve never seen a college kid so proactive and eager to get a head start on their final project. Something tells you the boy is just spouting bullshit and telling you what you want to hear. “You don’t have to rush and write all ten thousand words in a single night…”

“Well I don’t have any other plans tonight,” he says. “Unless you want to-”

“Nice try, Yoongi.” You start walking further ahead of the boy. You’re forced to squint as to not be blinded by the sun. “I guess you can have fun writing your story, then.”

“You really know how to play hard to get, Y/N…” Yoongi whines in that raspy voice of his, eliciting the tiniest smirk on your face. You might not approve of his fuck boy tendencies, but you’re also not opposed to teasing him a bit.

“If you really want to impress me, keep your word and send the draft tonight.” You spin around and wave farewell as you battle the sun. “Your editor will be waiting.”

As soon as you arrive home, you realize Yoongi isn’t the only one without any Friday night plans. With nothing to do, a large part of you hopes your partner keeps his promise so you can at least try to be productive over the weekend. But ten thousand words is a lot to write in one night. It’s more than likely that he won’t be able to pull it off.

In an attempt to wind down, you scroll through the blog feeds of your favorite writers. Many of them, such as @suga-fix and @jk-seagull, are college students like you, so you can appreciate all the time and effort they put into their craft on top of their school work. While the fan in you loves to shower them with sweet and supportive messages, the editor in you hopes to one day be able to also provide feedback on a professional level.

At the very top of your feed is a short post from @suga-fix, a romance fanfic writer whom you recently found while scouring the #jiminscenarios tag for something free of smut.

“Does anyone else struggle to ask their crush out or is it just me? Asking for a friend.”

You giggle at the innocent question. In addition to writing the sappiest Jimin fanfics, Suga is known to post snippets of his own nonexistent love life on his blog. From what you understand, he’s a boy who’s never experienced true love firsthand. Recently, however, he’s been gushing over his pretty classmate. You’re waiting for the day when he builds up enough courage and finally lands a date.

Until then, you’re satisfied with reading his ongoing fictional love story featuring the popular idol, Park Jimin, as a struggling romance novelist who finds inspiration in a skeptical wedding photographer. You absolutely adore the story, the characters, and the underlying narrative, but the editor in you can point out an area for improvement: his romance game.

You notice the two main characters lack a certain level of chemistry to get the readers quaking and itching for more. Most of the time, the intimate scenes end with poor Jimin getting friendzoned, which certainly has its charm and humor. But truthfully, you expect a little more love from a romance fic.

You suspect that, to some extent, this is intentional as the characters are the type to dance around intimacy and have pessimistic views on romance overall. However, you also wouldn’t be surprised if Suga’s own personal inexperience with romantic scenarios is what holds him back the most.

After catching up on your socials, eating dinner, and hopping out of the shower, you sit in the darkness of your room and check one more thing before calling it a night. No email, no text, no draft from your partner. Not that you were actually expecting anything, but it would’ve been nice for the fuck boy to prove you wrong.

To be fair, you know how long and painful ten thousand words can be. If Yoongi is in fact sprinting through those ten thousand words and gets them to you by the time you wake up, you’ll consider him a man of his word.

[4:56AM] Yoongi💋 “I emailed you the thing”

[7:24AM] Y/N “Ooh, I’ll take a look 👁👁”

[7:25AM] Y/N “Btw I don’t appreciate you adding an emoji to your contact info on my phone”

After changing Yoongi’s contact name to something more appropriate, you go into your email and find the story draft that the boy had sent at exactly 4:55AM. The word count on the document says 10,382. Not too shabby, Min Yoongi.

You grab your morning caffeine and crack open your laptop to read your partner’s story on the big screen. Right away, you notice the document is titled “Untitled1” which is never a great sign, but you’re willing to forgive him if its content is stellar.

The first thing that puts a smile on your face is the main character, Jimothy. His name reminds you of your favorite idol, Jimin, with a playful touch. He’s the romance novelist who attends his friend’s wedding where he has a chance encounter with a pretty wedding photographer-

Wait. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this story before. In fact, you know exactly where it came from. You pull up Suga’s Jimin fic and put it side-by-side against Yoongi’s version. While it’s not exactly a copy-and-paste situation, the romance novelist x wedding photographer premise is too similar for it to be a mere coincidence.

At first glance, you find it funny that Yoongi took the time to reword everything to not be caught by the plagiarism police. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he did a quick search of Jimin fanfiction and picked one that was moderately popular but not viral enough for anyone to notice. Jimin fanfic just so happens to be your guilty pleasure, so there’s absolutely no way you’d let a plagiarist slip one past you.

But upon further review, after digesting the entirety of the fic, you find that Yoongi’s flow and choice of words are eerily similar to Suga’s style without recycling a single line. Likewise, you notice the same lack of chemistry in both versions of the story. You suppose this can only mean one thing, and you need to confront him about it in person. Because the last thing you want is for him to ghost you like everyone else you’ve ever worked with.

[8:42AM] Y/N “I just finished looking it over”

[8:43AM] Y/N “Wanna get coffee & discuss? ☕️📖”

[8:45AM] Yoongi🐍 “Oh? I thought you weren’t interested in a date with me 🥺”

[8:46AM] Y/N “Let’s meet in about an hour at the coffeehouse on campus?”

[8:46AM] Yoongi🐍 “See ya there, my editor”

As you stir the oat milk into your second dose of caffeine for the morning, you wonder how you can bring up your suspicions in an appropriate and professional way. Should you confront him about it immediately, gently coax him in that direction, or take a more passive approach to see if he’ll mention it on his own? Because if you’re going to be this boy’s editor, you want to do it right.

“Thoughts?” Yoongi enters the chat with slightly damp hair and an iced Americano in hand. Your only thought in that moment is about how fucking good he smells, even in the presence of the rich aromas of your favorite roasted coffee beans. But you’ll leave those thoughts to yourself.

“My first thought was that you sent me a document titled Untitled1,” you say.

“I have a working title,” he assures you. “But I’m curious to hear what clever titles my editor has come up with after reading through the whole thing.”

“Pink Cheek Syndrome sounds appropriate.” Because that’s the title of Suga’s original fic. It’s also the term coined by Jimothy to describe couples who aren’t as in love as they’d like to believe. It’s a facade to fool everyone, including themselves.

“Great minds think alike after all.” Yoongi leans in to give you a high-five, but you just throw a balled up napkin at his palm. Confess. Just confess already.

“Can I ask what inspired the concept?” You bite your lip. “You don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Don’t you ever feel like people get into relationships just for the sake of being in a relationship?”

“Yeah.” All the time, in fact.

“It’s pretty shallow if you ask me,” he says with a nonchalant chuckle, as if he’s not the shallowest person on campus when it comes to established relationships. “PCS is just a commentary on people like that vs people like you and me.”

You and him? You’re not sure you have anything in common with someone who breaks hearts and sleeps around so casually.

“Sounds like something a fanfic writer would come up with.” Because it is.

“Sounds like something a fanfic reader would say,” he throws back at you.

“In fact, there’s a Jimin fanfic I read once called Pink Cheek Syndrome,” you say. The dose of coffee moving up Yoongi’s straw suddenly freezes. “You’re the original writer, right?”

He swallows hard and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“The writing style matches even though you didn’t copy and paste,” you scroll back through Yoongi’s version for reference. “And besides, scrambling to write ten thousand words in one night is typical fanfic writer behavior. A true plagiarist doesn’t know what it means to put those hours in.”

“Nothing gets past your sharp eyes, huh, Y/N…” Yoongi sighs, failing to hide behind his Americano. “I’m equally impressed as I am scared.”

“Wait, so you’re really Suga?” Your eyes widen. Suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of emotions. Excited, nervous, star-struck. But most of all? Confused. “How?”

“Just don’t tell anyone.” He picks up his phone and starts typing away at something.

“I won’t,” you say, also pulling out your phone to check up on the @suga-fix blog. Sure enough, there’s a stream of several new posts from a few seconds ago.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK”

“I feel so exposed 😔”

“Quick, everyone act like this isn’t a fanfic blog.”

“We can pretend to be like a porn blog or smth”

“I can read everything you’re posting, you know.” You show your blog feed to Yoongi, who’s still busy keysmashing. When he finally glances up from his screen to yours, the look on his face is both flattered and distressed.

“You follow me, too?” The boy takes a long sip of his Americano, shifting his beady little eyes and plotting his next move. “What’s your URL?”

“You’re totally going to block me,” you frown. “I already told you, I’m not going to tell anyone…”

As you continue to scroll through Yoongi’s blog, you notice his post is gone from the day before. Perhaps that’s what the boy is desperately trying to hide.

“By the way, is it true that Min Yoongi, resident fuck boy, has a crush on someone?” You get excited because that’s not something you hear everyday. In regards to Yoongi, it’s always been sex, sex, and more sex. He’s notorious around campus for having one-night stands and breaking hearts the morning after. You’d never imagine a boy like him having an innocent crush on anyone.

“Where’d you hear that?” The boy across from you gradually sinks deeper and deeper into his seat every time you open your mouth to expose him further.

“You made a post yesterday about not being able to talk to your crush properly,” you giggle. “It was kind of cute.”

“I was talking about my friend.”

“You can’t fool me, Yoongi. I’m not that oblivious.” You take a sassy sip of your coffee and lean forward. “So who’s your crush? Is it someone in our class?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he shoos you away and slides a hard copy of his draft in your direction. “Let’s not get distracted from why we’re really here.”

“Hold it, I’m not just being nosy for the gossip, you know,” you say. “From an editor’s perspective, I think the romance in your story could benefit from you interacting more with your crush.”

For a moment, Yoongi just gives you a look. You can see the wheels spinning in his head. “Well, that person doesn’t seem very interested in me, so…”

“Unrequited love?” you gasp. The plot thickens.

“Yeah,” he chuckles at your enthusiasm. “But you did give me an idea just now.”

You examine his handsome face for a hint of what’s to come. His signature Fuck Boy Smirk tells you he’s up to no good again. “I’m listening.”

“You’re my editor, right?” he asks. You nod. “And your main critique is that I should up my romance game, right?”

You nod again.

“What if you help me make the romance scenes more believable and realistic?” The boy watches as you blink your wide eyes, stunned at his suggestion. You know he doesn’t just mean that from an editorial standpoint. Surely there’s an ulterior motive here. “And before you jump to any conclusions, no, this does not include sex.”

Oh.

You’re reminded that Yoongi doesn’t write smut, despite how much of a fuck boy he is in real life. Because you’re sure he has the capability and personal experience to write some steamy and wild sex scenes. And yet, he chooses to focus on hardcore romance instead, something he himself is much less familiar with. It’s mind-blowing to think that a boy as experienced in bed as Yoongi could be so inexperienced elsewhere.

Why does he write the opposite of how he lives?

“I don’t think that’s how editors work,” you finally respond to Yoongi’s proposal, flipping through his draft and writing in the margins. You have to admit, the boy has a gift. His stories would no doubt skyrocket in popularity if the lovey-dovey scenes could draw out true, raw emotions as though you were there living in those moments. As a reader, you want him to pull at your heartstrings, smash your heart into a million pieces, and slowly put it back together. All of that can be achieved if the writer gets some hands-on experience in the love department. “But I get what you’re saying.”

“So is that a yes or a no?” He sips down the rest of his Americano as you continue to think your decision through.

Given what you know about Yoongi’s track record as a fuck boy, you’re hesitant. But at the same time, the ambitious editor in you knows what you want.

“It’s a yes,” you sigh. “But only if you promise me a few things.”

“Go on.”

“One, you’ll come to me if you’re struggling and need suggestions, advice, or someone to talk to.”

“Easy. You can be my editor-in-chief.”

“Two, if anyone asks, we aren’t dating.”

“Got it.”

“Three, help me study and prepare for the rest of my finals.”

“We can have study dates.”

“And lastly, please don’t sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this thing. Because that would be awkward.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were the possessive type, Y/N,” he smirks.

“Not trying to be That Controlling Bitch who forbids you from sleeping around, but I think it would defeat the purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish.”

“But what if this goes on for a while?” Yoongi strokes his imaginary Santa beard. “You expect me to practice abstinence forever?”

“It won’t go on forever, Yoongi,” you giggle at the boy’s silly remark. “Because eventually, you’ll find someone who can bring out those romantic feelings better than our faux intimacy ever will.”

“But you’ll still be my editor-in-chief?”

“If everything works out, then I don’t see why not.” You want to be optimistic about a long-term deal, but you can’t seem to rid yourself of the doubt stuck in the back of your mind. Because humans, not just fuck boys like Yoongi, seem to have a hard time keeping their promises. “I only ask that you don’t break my trust.”

Before responding, the boy meets his eyes with yours. You suppose tender eye contact is a skill he acquired from his flirty lifestyle. You, on the other hand, blink away. Eye contact longer than a glance has always made you feel vulnerable.

“I won’t, Y/N,” he says, coating his raspy voice with a layer of honey. It’s almost as intoxicating as his cedarwood cologne, but that’s another thought you’ll keep to yourself.

You watch as he slides his pinky into view, over the draft and coffees to make it official. After cracking a smile at his childish gesture, you wrap your pinky around his, thus marking the beginning of your deal with the devil.

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spencer-reid-in-a-pool · 3 years

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A - Z 🤍🤍

I’m assuming this means all the asks! So buckle up LOL. And thank you for taking an interest in lil ole me.

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

Since you didn’t specify which title, I’m just going to talk about how I come up with titles in general. Normally, they happen one of two ways. Either I will come up with a title I think sounds cool out of the blue and then base a fic of its vibes, or I will write a fic to completion before deciding on a title. I like to use something that one of the characters say in this situation. It feels very full circle to me, if you will.

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Unfortunately, my life is nowhere near as cool as the characters’ lives I write about. So no, I can’t say that my stories are based off personal experience. Unless you count me naming side characters my middle name every so often to indulge myself oops.

C: What member do you identify with most?

I guess by member it means character? And to be honest, I’m not really sure. I relate a lot to Spencer Reid I suppose, because I have never been popular and have always been a target for whatever shit life throws at me. I also like to think I’m kinda intelligent? Although if you look at my grade in my stats class right now, idk what to tell you-

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Since there was no specific fic asked about, I can’t really answer this one! But to be honest, I don’t think there are any fics that I have written that I associated with songs.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

The first one that came to mind is Guest Speaker. If I wrote a part three for that, it would probably be fluffy domestic cute stuff with Spencer.

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

“I don’t even know what it was…it happened so fast. Did you kill it, Geralt?” Jaskier asked in a huff. Geralt crossed his arms, and shook his head. “I figured I should make sure you didn’t die first, bard.” Jaskier nodded, a simple “Ah,” leaving his lips. “Well, no matter. You can fix me right?”

He sounded like he was poking fun at the situation, but I could hear the fear in his words. I decided to try and make him smile before I did this next part. It would be painful.

“Anything for Geralt of Rivia and his emotional support bard.”

(This was just really funny to me for some reason, and I feel like I did a good job with their characterizations! And then Y/N comes back with the emotional support bard comment and it’s something I would say in real life. From this fic.)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends on my mood! Sometimes if I’m frustrated with a story or a scene, I’ll write them out of order based on what type of thing I feel like writing. But I would say 75% of the time I write my fics in order.

H: How would you describe your style?

To be honest, I have no idea. Do I even have a style? I just write stuff and hope that people read it and like it.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Happy endings pfft. So cliche, but like- they make me happy. Unless I am feeling particularly angsty that day and want to make an ending a complete train wreck >:)

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

In this fic...I would let reader live LMAO. But like- I was feeling angsty that day okay-

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Reader dying at the end of the fic LMAO, in the fic linked in the previous one above this one.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Uhh 😬 Maybe once? If that 😅 I’m usually so excited to post that I just kinda go ahead and click post and hope for the best. I rely on spell check and grammar check a lot 💀And I just hope my story flows well.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I don’t think so! I keep my to do list public so everyone can see what fics I have planned. The only two I don’t have on there are the ones for the upcoming fic swap on @imagining-in-the-margins ‘s discord! But that’s cuz they’re secret :)

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I wish that I would finish the 85486824 WIPS I have, does that count? And that I would write down all the ideas I have in my head that I haven’t even given words yet.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

Ooh this is a tough one. I’m not really sure how to answer it actually. There have been fics that I come up with a general idea for a plot for first, and then others I will decide what characters I wanna write for before I have any clue as to what the plot might be.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

Oh I am 100% the type of writer to let the story unfold as I go. I have outlined two, maybe three of my fics? And then I didn’t even follow through with them because I had more ideas come to me as I was writing.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I would literally LOVE to collab with someone!

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

There are a ton, and I am so sorry if I missed any! @imagining-in-the-margins @randomfandomimagine @reidetic @lexieshuntingsstuff @writing-in-april @reidgraygubler @zhuzhubii @dreatine @andiebeaword @dontkissthewriter @spencers-dria @sunlight-moonrise @personofsinterest @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff @reidlusts @itslatinamagia

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Oh boy! 😅 There was only one bed, mutual pining, manic pixie dream girl, kissed to keep quiet, just to name a few!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Not that I can think of!

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

But I have way more than three :’( @imagining-in-the-margins is definitely the first one off the top of my head. Last year I was in a really bad spot, and she invited me to her Discord, and it helped me get back into writing. Plus I made some life long friends in the server. @writing-in-april I love her sm because she is always around when I need her, and it’s nice to have a friend that thinks fairly similarly to me. @lexieshuntingsstuff and @reidgraygubler go hand in hand! They are the best sprinting buddies a girl could ask for.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Ooh this is a tough one. I can’t think of any off the top of my head! Lame answer, I know 😅

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Definitely more specific ones lol. It makes it a lot easier on me.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Reader >:))

Y: A character you want to protect.

SPENCER REID AND JASKIER OKAY THEY DESERVE THE WORLD

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Again- Spencer and Jaskier. I will not TOLERATE THEIR ERASURE !!

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vulcan-highblood · 3 years

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Oh oh, do VULCAN for the Fanfic Ask game :D And choose the fic you want to answer for hte ones with [insert fic]? :D

Ahaha what a clever take on the ask game, I love it :3 V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? > This is such a hard question! Most of the fics I read have very satisfying endings so I don’t feel the need to add to the established canon of the work? But I have definitely written fics inspired by incomplete or open-ended works before (Dearest Despised and A Match Made In...), though. So I guess I’d say if the ending was ambiguous or open-ended, watch out. I just might want to write some closure for your characters. U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. > HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? This is such a Herculean Task to set before me, only THREE? I genuinely cant do that for Naruto fandom there are too many, so turning to other fandoms for my faves, uhhhhhh ok in no particular order: 1. MuffinLance - New to the ATLA fandom and already a BNF, probably my new favorite Zuko writer of all time. Gen fic hero, master of all things found family, angst, and traumatic Zuko AU (as if zuko’s life wasn’t traumatic enough). Came for the “Towards The Sun”, stayed for the “Little Zuko vs The World” and “Salvage” (Their writing style is so concise and yet conveys a wealth of information. I love their narrative voice. I wish I could write like they write.) 2. lalazee - Old standby in the BNHA fandom, one of the BNFs, for good reason. First found their fic Crybaby, but one of the things I have to remind myself every time I start to read something of theirs is I must be prepared to Not Do Anything Else until I finish reading. Their works are addictive and engaging, powerful stories and their narrative voice can bring me to my knees. They don’t shy away from tough topics and also they’re personally my biggest “if I could write smut like this I’d write it all the time” inspiration 3. Unpretty - I’ve only read their series Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts, and I don’t even remember why, but they’re the author who not only made me like Bruce Wayne after popular culture made me hate him for years, they’re also incredibly good with multimedia fic and using a variety of mediums to convey a story. My personal favorite was the entire newspaper article written by “Vicki Vale” for the “Gotham Gazette” and “reader comments” about an incident involving a “Pastel Batman” (Seriously incredible stuff) and an entire in-character discord chat involving Tim Drake’s first interactions with Bruce Wayne at a party (it’s also incredible). Really opened my eyes to just how creative fan media can be, and how funny and enjoyable unconventional and creative multimedia works really are. Please please please check them out. (also featuring good smut goals) L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? > This is really embarrassing but i usually only revise the end of the chapter, like, once, because I tend to do a rolling edit where I’ll read the beginning of the chapter and edit until I reach the end of the chapter. So, a minimum of once, and then a last skim when I post to Ao3, but earlier parts might get six, seven, eight edit run-throughs depending on how many times I set the fic down before finishing a chapter. C: What member do you identify with most? > ...I’m going to assume this meant to say “character”? It’s funny, because writing is very much an escape for me, so I often write stories from the perspective of characters I’m not very much like, but that I enjoy inhabiting for a time. I think recently, writing Iruka-sensei from Naruto is probably the character that I most identify with, because if I were a ninja I’d probably be the one sitting back home teaching kids and being like “can we not do the child soldier thing? for five minutes, konoha?“ but probably with less yelling. Though if I had a kid like naruto in my class... maybe I’d be yelling more, too (>.<;) A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]? > This is my process for titling a fic: 1. finish the chapter/oneshot/etc 2. Go to Ao3, tag the fic, fill in the author notes, apply skins as needed 3. Stare blankly at the title space on Ao3. Why must I suffer? 4. Try to think of something witty or clever that is vaguely adjacent to the theme of the fic 5. Give up on that and try to think of something that at least doesn’t sound completely unreadable 6. Just. Write a lot of words and hope they make sense. Ellipses sound deep, right? Right?!? 7. Post the fic and hope for the best! N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? > i think part of my problem is I always wanna write my ideas because I love them, but time is a real serious constraint. Mostly I want people to write their fics so I can read them. But I will say that if anyone wanted to take my ATLA fic “(Blue) Spirited Away” off my hands for a short time I’d appreciate it. My writer’s block with that particular fic is so bad right now (T.T) I even have an outline for it and YET. Maybe if I gave it to someone else for like a chapter, my inspiration would come back. One can always hope. Thanks so much for asking these @kageillusionz!! :D

#ask game #fic #my writing

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nekoabi · 5 years

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On the Verge of a Heartbreak - Chapter 27

So... I realised something when I was writing this chapter... and I hope I fixed it for the continuity? We’ll find out lmao.

Also, I now have a specific writing blog - @nekoabiwrites I’m still going to be finishing this fic on my main, but whatever comes after and any side stuff I write from now on will be on there. If you wanna keep up with that, please go follow! <3

AU: School AU, Human AU. Pairings: Moxiety, OC/OC Words: 3208 Warnings: Nothing I can think of. Please let me know if there is anything!

Summary: Patton has a realisation that his friend group is about to be broken apart and wants to make sure everyone has that one final memory of them all together.

Once they got back to school, everyone in the group was made aware of Abigal’s extremely fortunate situation with her dad as well as how the double date went.

“Your dad owns the theme park?!” Sophia’s mouth dropped open.

Abigal reached out and pushed her mouth shut with a giggle, “Yeah, and the water park next to it and kinda everything else around it.”

“And you can get people in for free?” Ana butted in, clearly very interested.

“For the most part, yeah. If it’s more than like four people or something, I have to let my dad know and have him approve it, but yeah, I can.”

Suddenly, the conversation turned into Ana and Sophia trying to convince Abigal to take them to the water park next time they were all free, while others such as Asher and Em were attempting to talk them out of it as it was pretty bad to try and abuse such an opportunity. As most of them were thinking about their exams later in the year, they knew they would eventually have large amounts of free time that they could use to hang out more.

Patton was enjoying watching the two sides playfully argue with one another, more than happy that a lot of the focus was off of him and Virgil’s new relationship. It had obviously been stressful for Virgil to be the centre of attention the week before, with everyone asking questions and trying to get every single scrap of information from them. Now that they were occupied with a new development, Patton could tell that Virgil was a lot more comfortable and more like himself. He was even chiming in on the current argument with his quips that everyone was used to at this point.

But then Patton remembered that this was the last year they would all be able to hang out like this. Reggie was only still around because he currently was helping out at the reception office of the school, which was only a temporary thing while he worked out things in order to stay in America. He was taking a couple of extra classes as well, just in order to really prepare himself for the university that he was going to in the year after. The reason for him taking a year out was actually a part of the next of Patton’s thoughts. Both Asher and Abigal were a year above most of them and were in their final year, meaning that they would be leaving once their exams were over. The saddest part for Patton was when he remembered that Ayana was the only one of their group that was a year below him, meaning that in two years, she would left alone without any of them. Patton’s group that had been his rock for all this time was going to start breaking apart very soon and that was extremely upsetting.

“We should go during summer. Before you guys go.” Patton said, his voice sounding just a little bit choked.

Everyone fell silent. Patton quickly smiled and cleared his throat, in an attempt to cover up the sadness he was currently feeling. Virgil’s arm that was wrapped around him tightened, while everyone else reflected on his words. No one had actually verbally brought up the fact that some of them were leaving soon, until now and it seemed like some had just been forced to accept it as fact.

“Patton’s right.” Abigal spoke up eventually, a determined fire in her eyes. “I’ll make sure we can. One last big thing, y’know? Something huge and fun we can all remember!” She was suddenly extremely intense. Her phone was in her hand in a flash, typing rapidly.

Everything slowly went back to normal, everyone chatting about whatever came to their mind, but there was this underlying sadness. Patton felt horrible for causing it, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He decided to just keep being himself. Acting upset and pulling away from everyone would just make things worse, being who he was and just being normal would allow people to see that nothing would change once they all moved onto the next part of their lives.

As the year progressed, Abigal and Asher had to spend more and more time away due to exam preparation and all of that, as did a lot of the others, meaning that some lunchtimes only a small group of them were around for the whole hour.

Patton made it a goal of his to always be there. He would hate to leave Ayana on her own and he never knew who was going to be free the next day, so he took all of his work over there and did some of it while hanging out with her. The two got closer with each day, Patton even finding out how smart Ayana was. She was able to quickly pick up on a lot of the material Patton was having difficulties with in his revision, meaning that she was able to help him a lot.

The end of the school year was just a week away. Abigal and Asher had already completed all of their exams and had no reason to come to school, but they did make their way over once a week just to hang out at lunch, usually bringing extra special snacks to share just because they could. Almost everyone else was done with all of their exams and were just relaxing now, which meant that Ayana was no longer in danger of being left alone. Patton was the last one to finish his exams, with his final one being on the day before school ended. Thankfully, it was before lunch, so he was able to completely relax once he rounded the corner and found the benches.

Just as he sat down, his phone buzzed in his bag. He sluggishly reached in and found the device, immediately seeing that it was a notification on the group chat. Patton opened it curiously.

CatMom: GUYS. KEEP YOURSELF FREE FOR THREE WEEKS FROM TODAY BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO THE WATER PARK! CatMom: Also, there’s a surprise for that which you’ll just all have to wait to find out and I promise it’s a good one that will actually cause everyone a ton less stress.

Responses flooded the chat in an instant and Patton immediately felt his body humming with excitement. That lunch was filled with excited chatter. Sophia pulled up the park’s website and was listing off what it had, which got people even more excited. Patton was not only so happy that he was going to be able to spend a day during summer with all of his friends having an amazing time, but he was also so pleased that this was something Virgil was actually looking forward to, if his reaction to the whole thing was anything to go by.

The last day of school came and went and the three weeks after were filled with chatter on the group chat, several smaller meetups and many casual dates with Virgil. Patton could not recall a time when he was happier than he currently was. At least, until the day of the water park trip came.

Virgil’s dad dropped both of them off just like he’d done before, telling them to be safe and call him later. Virgil promised and shut the door, linking hands with Patton as they headed over to the entrance where they could already see a lot of their friends.

“Hey guys!” Patton called out, waving with his free hand as some of them turned around.

They all chatted causally for a while, waiting for Abigal to appear. Patton had totally forgotten about the whole ‘surprise’ part that she’d mentioned, but Virgil was very aware of it and was feeling his nerves start to come into play. He squeezed Patton’s hand a little in response, which was their way of asking for support. Patton responded with a gentle hug that wouldn’t arouse suspicions among their friends, as it was a fairly normal thing for them both to do.

Finally, the girl they were all waiting for turned up.

“Hello, hello!” Abigal addressed them all with a posh voice, “I hope you are all excited to have some watery fun today! Follow me through the gates!” All of them filed one by one through the turnstile, with Virgil and Patton giving each other confused glances. They both had noticed that Abigal had not spoken to anyone or shown anyone her card like she had the last time, but they both trusted her. Virgil glanced to the booth as he passed, noticing that no one was in there. Now, he was even more confused. He was so distracted that he bummed into Patton who’d stopped just in front of him.

Everyone got to see the park and the fact it was completely empty besides them.

Abigal threw her arms wide, spinning to face them all with a wide grin, “Surprise! It’s all for us today!!”

Disbelieving looks and stunned silence immediately followed her statement as everyone expected this to be a joke. Then, in a split second, everyone was excitedly cheering. They all headed off into the changing rooms to put their belongings away and change into their swim gear.

Patton was one of the first out of the changing rooms and he jumped straight into the water, sighing contently as he floated on the surface.

“LOOK OUT!” was the only warning he had to dodge the incoming Sophia, who was closely followed by Ana. Both of them cannonballed into the water almost directly next to each other, causing water to splash in Patton’s face. From the side of the pool, they could hear the employees who were called in to be their lifeguards telling them to be careful, but Patton knew that his two friends were pretty much going to destroy every single rule they could today.

Most of their group were out in the pool within minutes, but it took a fair bit longer for both Ayana and Abigal to come out. Once they finally emerged, they were greeted with shouts and questions about what took them so long. Ayana curled the towel she was hiding in around herself tighter while Abigal sighed and put her hands to her hips, “Um hello? Have you even looked at us?” She indicated to their hair, “Hi, we’re gingers and we’re fucking pale as shit. Have you guys ever heard of sunscreen before?”

“What is that?” Reggie asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He shielded himself from the gentle swats his girlfriend began to throw towards him before grabbing a hold of her and throwing her into the water. Everyone laughed as Abigal surfaced with a pout.

People began to split off into groups as some of them wanted to do different things. Sophia climbed out of the pool and challenged Ana, Abigal, Virgil and Reggie to the obstacle course. “Of course, everyone else can join as well. I just hope you like losing!”

Immediately, Ana was fired up. They clambered out and practically ran to the start of the floating obstacle course, starting it before anyone else could catch up. Abigal laughed and followed, also finding her competitive spirit being toyed with. Everyone else decided to watch from a distance as all three of them failed multiple times at first.

Thomas had noticed there was some foam-coated water guns hung up in a shed pretty close by and grabbed one. He filled it up with the water tank just next to it and fired a quick shot over to the pool, hitting Asher on the back of the head. The boy laughed as his unwitting target yelped in surprise and turned sharply.

“You wanna fight?” Asher grinned after realising what had happened, pulling themself out of the pool and walking slowly over. They grabbed their own water gun and started to fill it up, “You have until I’m done with this to run.”

Thomas jogged away, laughing the whole time. Only a few seconds later, Asher came after him. The two started an all-out battle, hiding around things and diving in the water to avoid shots. They managed to recruit everyone else onto teams and a war began.

Asher, Ayana and Virgil were on one team while Thomas, Daniel and Patton were on the other. They used all of the space available to them, but still tried to stay in sight of their vaguely impartial judges – Em and Reggie.

Em was happily floating in the main pool, relaxing as she kept score. She did eventually realise that was technically alone in the water, as Reggie was sat on the edge and just dangling his feet in the water. She swam over to him, “Hey, aren’t you gonna come in and swim?”

Reggie shrugged and watched the water gun fight happening in the distance between Virgil and Thomas, before laying down against the bricks with his hands under his head. “I just wanna enjoy the sun. Besides,” He indicated to his braided hair that was already in a tight knot at the back of his head. “I am not getting this wet.”

As if he’d called up the gods, Asher ran past, and Daniel aimed for him but managed to slip a little on the slightly wet ground. He lost his grip on the water gun and it fell to the ground, causing the water tank on the back to burst open. The world seemed to move in slow motion as the collected water drenched Reggie’s entire head and face. Em’s mouth dropped open as she gasped loudly, and Daniel stopped dead in his tracks, looking as if he was about to pass out from fear. Everyone else lowered their own water guns and slowly headed over to see what was happening.

Reggie wiped his face and stood slowly. He headed over to the water guns and grabbed one for himself. His eyes were blazing when he turned around after filling it. “Run.” was all he said before chasing each of them down. There were no teams anymore, just Reggie against them all.

Virgil dropped out soon after and went to just chill in the pool. He handed the water gun to Em, who happily joined in. He just floated around in the water, not really paying much attention to anything else. So, when his head bumped against something soft, he couldn’t help but jolt slightly in surprise.

“Hey.” Patton smiled down at him, a fond look in his eyes, “You mind if I join you?”

Virgil laughed, “Feel free.”

The couple swam around a little, mostly making small talk and laughing at their friends’ antics. They came to rest at the edge of the shallow end. Virgil had long since given up trying to keep up with the group running around and was instead focused on his boyfriend.

“Your idea was great.” Virgil said softly. Patton turned to look at him, his wet hair plastering itself to the side of his face. Virgil pushed it back into its usual spot gently, “This is really nice.”

Patton grinned, “Oh, I’m so happy to hear that, Virgie! I was worried you wouldn’t like it! Especially considering the whole theme park stuff before!”

Virgil let out a soft huff of laughter, which had Patton giggling along with him. It was a moment where the world seemed to just fall away around them; the shouts of their friends and the splashes of water were distant and unrelated to both of the teens. Something compelled Virgil to do something, he was close enough to count the freckles that dotted Patton’s face. Slowly and without much thought, he pressed his lips to Patton’s so gently as if he was worried Patton would be upset. All the doubt was immediately washed away as Patton kissed back, his hand coming to rest on Virgil’s face. Even under the water, Virgil could tell Patton’s skin was so soft. His own hand had come to rest just above his boyfriend’s hip, just barely holding him.

A sudden squirt of water against their faces had them jumping apart.

“Hey! That was rude, don’t interrupt them!” Virgil looked up to see Em scolding her partner, snatching the water gun out of their hands. Ana only laughed in response.

Sophia peered down at them from above, “We were looking for you two. We’re all about to go battle it out on the climbing thing over there and I need both of you on my team.”

“No fair! You’ll have 6 people!” Abigal shouted from behind her.

Patton immediately was clambering out of the pool, almost slipping back in once or twice, while Abigal and Sophia argued over whether or not someone could count as two people. Virgil followed his boyfriend out, a little more poised in his execution. Apparently, the debate had been decided as the rest of the group were already fighting it out. Virgil and Patton hurried over to join in.

For the first few rounds, the two teams took turns being inside the climbing frame. One would attempt to use the water guns to shoot the others outside and use cover to hide from their opponents’ attacks, while the outside team would be trying to shoot the ones inside with water gun and additional cannons that sat just outside it. The game would end when all of one team were eliminated. After that game had run its course, a game of water tag was played around on the frame.

The end of the day was spent far more calmly. They took a break to have some food, courtesy of Abigal’s father who stopped by to see how they were doing, before they all spent time in the main pool with some floating toys. Reggie spent some of it pouting as his braids were starting to fall apart now that they were soaked, but – after each person tried – it turned out Virgil was actually really good at working with his hair. This meant the emo was put in charge of re-braiding Reggie’s hair, which he wasn’t all too upset about. They both sat at the edge of the pool, chatting with their friends and generally just having a good time.

Throughout the whole day, Patton and a few of the others - mostly Ayana and Em - were taking pictures with everyone and of everyone, giving them all a way to remember their final big day together before they all headed their separate ways.

They all stood outside the entrance to the park saying goodbye. It wouldn’t be their last time before some of them headed off to college or university or wherever they were going, but it was likely the last time all of them would be together in one place for a while, so there was a definite air of finality and sadness.

Patton gave each of them an enormous hug, especially the three older ones. He thanked each of them from the bottom of his heart, making Abigal openly cry and the others all at least tear up a little. He climbed into the back of Virgil’s dad’s car and waved to them all as they drove away. He wasn’t going to lie, he did feel sad and that was his reasoning for gripping Virgil’s hand so tightly, but he knew they’d all be okay. They’d stay in contact, he’d make sure of it.

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echoes-of-realities · 6 years

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we are bound to each other's hearts (this love is like a wildfire)

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Set I, Set II, Set III, Follow Up

Notes: Based on this video! Also, you can thank @thewafflewhat for this fic because my ideas were bone dry before she sent me this idea.

This Got Away From Me, so there I’m splitting it into 3 parts! (So it’s not like a single 10k long post/chapter lol.) The second part just needs editing and the third part is almost done, so either later tonight or tomorrow is when they’ll be up! Also, this is A Lot more dialogue heavy than I’m used to, so it was actually a pretty fun challenge!

Title from "Wildfire" by Seafret.

Summary: “In 1997, psychologist Arthur Aron conducted an experiment to see if strangers could fall in love. Single volunteers were arranged into pairs. They were asked to work through 36 questions and then stare into each other’s eyes for four minutes. Aron’s experiment worked. Six months later two of his participants were married.”

It’s Mercedes who convinces her to sign up for the research project, some revision of an old psychology experiment from the nineties.

In the end, Santana only does it so she can shut Mercedes up, and because she could use the money. She doesn’t really expect anything to come of it, which is probably why it works out like it does.

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Set I

It’s Mercedes who convinces her to sign up for the research project, some revision of an old psychology experiment from the nineties. It’s late October, and Santana’s finishing assignments and starting midterms and she has no time for things like research for some old, psych profs, but Mercedes is insistent. She heard about it from the psych class she’s taking to complete her social science requirements, and she immediately went home to prod her roommate into doing it.

“You need to get out,” Mercedes complains for the third night in a row, “This whole lesbian hermit thing you’ve got going on is bumming me out.”

“Ha ha,” Santana says dryly. “I’m sorry that my studying is depressing you.”

Mercedes rolls her eyes. “It’s less the studying and more the fact that you haven’t left the apartment in, like, three weeks.”

“I got groceries on Monday,” Santana protests half-heartedly, “And I go to my classes.”

Mercedes doesn’t dignify that with an answer, she just keeps bugging Santana about it throughout the rest of the evening and into the next day, until Santana finally concedes, ignoring Mercedes’ obnoxious cheer with a fond eye roll.

“Great!” Mercedes calls as she heads for the kitchen, “Because I’ve already signed you up!”

Santana throws one of the couch pillows at her roommate and best friend’s retreating back, and only succeeds in eliciting a burst of laughter.

In the end, Santana only does it so she can shut Mercedes up, and because she could use the money. She doesn’t really expect anything to come of it, which is probably why it works out like it does.

She arrives at the research centre with about thirty other strangers, all nervously shuffling around and making small talk. Santana stands at the edges of the group and listens to the head researcher explain what they’re about to do. She half pays attention to the research and half studies the crowd, wondering who her partner will be; she had to fill out an initial questionnaire and now that she’s actually here, she’s nervous about the answers she wrote down, who they’ll pair her with based on what she wrote, if she’s already screwed this up. The researchers explain how they’ve selected pairs based on the initial questionnaire, how they’ll split everyone into two different groups for the sets of questions, how they are allowed to introduce themselves with names, ages, and jobs before they start, how they are to alternate reading each question or activity to their partner so they can both answer and then move on, how they have have up to an hour and a half to complete the thirty-six questions they’ll be presented with, how every half-hour the researchers will come and tell them to move onto the next set of questions.

Santana’s randomly selected for the closeness-generating procedure, the one implied to be the most intense, and before she knows it they’re calling her name and leading her down a hallway and into a small room. There’s a small table in the middle with two chairs across from each other and some recording equipment set up; the researcher who led her to the room quickly crosses the room and flicks a couple switches until the equipment quietly whirls to life. There’s also a couple water bottles and three piles of cue cards carefully stacked in the middle of the table. Santana hesitates just inside the doorway after the researcher leaves, wondering if she’s supposed to wait for her partner or just go ahead and sit down.

“Do you normally like blocking doors?” a voice asks, “Because that might be a bit of a dealbreaker.”

Santana jumps and spins around to find a tall blonde woman on the other side of the doorway, a soft, teasing smile on her face. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a slightly messy ponytail, bangs falling softly over her forehead and partially obscuring her raised eyebrows. There’s a faint spattering of freckles across her nose, her cheeks scrunched up against the brightest blue eyes Santana has ever seen in her life. She’s dressed even more casually than Santana is, in a loose shirt patterned with tiny birds and ripped jean shorts, and Santana’s eyes quickly dart down long, smooth legs and land on old, well-worn sneakers, before she meets the woman’s eyes again, flushing at the slight sparkle in the bright blue.

Santana tugs on the bottom of her leather jacket, wondering for the billionth time since she asked Mercedes that morning if she is too worried about this whole experiment (much to Mercedes’ amusement and Santana’s chagrin). She’s only dressed in her black skinny jeans and a t-shirt under her jacket, but this woman looks relaxed and casual and good.

Those blue eyes are still sparkling at Santana, and her smile widens, a little lopsided on one side and Santana’s heart does this weird spasming thing at the softly teasing look. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” the woman asks, and her lips twist from that teasing smile into a slight pout at the question. “It’s not that much of a dealbreaker if you block doorways, but I do prefer a gentlewoman.”

Santana kinda forgets how to breathe and just nods wordlessly instead, stepping to the side. She tries to find her voice but the woman is just— She’s just really pretty, and Santana is really hopeless when it comes to pretty girls, and she curses Mercedes for talking her into this. (But she also reminds herself to thank her, because, well—)

“Hi,” the woman says as she crosses the threshold.

“Hi,” Santana manages, and she inwardly applauds herself for not sounding like a croaking frog, which is what she thought her voice would sound like based on how dry her mouth has become.

The woman just keeps smiling at her as she crosses the room to sit in one of the chairs, Santana trailing slowly behind her.

“Are you nervous?” the woman asks as they sit, and Santana finds herself saying yes before she can even comprehend the question.

The woman tips her head to the side a little, curious and open. “Why?”

Santana shrugs and shifts awkwardly on her chair. “I dunno. We’re complete strangers and we’re supposed to tell each other really personal things. I just think it might be kind of awkward or whatever.”

“I’m Brittany, I’m twenty-one, and I’m in my fourth year at Columbia University on a math scholarship,” the woman says in response, and Santana blinks in confusion before the woman’s — Brittany’s — face somehow softens even further. “Now we aren’t strangers anymore,” she explains.

Santana finds herself smiling softly at that and nods once. “I’m Santana,” she says, offering her hand for Brittany shake. Brittany’s hand is warm and soft in hers and, not that Santana wants to be a complete and utter cliché, but she feels something tingle along her fingertips where they brush Brittany’s wrist. “I’m twenty but my birthday’s in a month, and I’m also a fourth year. I’m in music tech at NYU.”

Brittany smiles again and nods. “See, not strangers?” Santana smiles and chuckles and she feels a prickle of curiosity trickle through her chest when Brittany ducks her head down to hide the pink blooming in her cheeks.

“Do you want me to go first?” Santana asks without really thinking about it, and Brittany meets her eyes from below her lashes and nods, chewing on her bottom lip. Santana settles more comfortably in her chair, scootching it a little closer to the table before she reaches for the first cue card on the stack labelled One in front of her and flips it over. “Given the choice of anyone in the world,” she reads aloud, “whom would you want as a dinner guest?”

“Dead or alive?” Brittany wonders aloud.

Santana shrugs and rereads the question to herself. “It doesn’t say, so, either?”

“Then Bernhard Riemann,” Brittany answers easily. “I just want to pick his brain on where he came up with the prime-counting function and how he feels knowing that his hypothesis still isn’t proved. Ooh, also I wanna know his thoughts on Einstein’s theory of relativity and Stephen Hawking’s gravitational singularities. Though he is German,” Brittany says thoughtfully, “I don’t know how fast I could learn German.” Santana has no clue what Brittany just said, but there’s this addicting sparkle of passion in her eyes and Santana finds herself nodding and smiling at Brittany. “What about you?” Brittany asks.

Santana thinks for a moment, before she gives a half shrug and half smile. “Stevie Nicks,” she says. “She’s just— Her music meant a lot to me when I was growing up and I would love to be able to talk to her about her writing process and just— Just ask her about everything she’s done.”

“That would be really cool,” Brittany agrees with a soft smile.

Santana tosses the card on the table and it slides until it’s almost at the recording equipment. “Discard pile,” Santana says sheepishly.

Brittany laughs and picks up her own cue card. “Would you like to be famous? In what way?”

Santana chews thoughtfully on her lip, but she already knows the answer. “Yeah,” she mumbles, and when blue eyes turn curious she swallows thickly. This is somehow so much more intense than Santana thought it would be, sharing her desires and aspirations with a complete stranger, but there’s also a heady rushing throughout her veins at how rapt and addicting Brittany’s attention is. “I’ve wanted to be a musician since I was really young,” she finally elaborates.

Brittany tips her head slightly to the side; not challenging, just curious. “What stopped you?”

Santana shrugs and looks away from Brittany’s too bright gaze. “I dunno. Money, work, luck, life in general. I went into music tech because I figured it would be as close as I could get to the industry.”

Brittany nods thoughtfully. “I think you would make a good musician.”

“Yeah?” Santana asks, and she can’t quite squash the little flicker of hope under her sternum.

Brittany nods definitively. “Totally. You’ve got the whole look and everything. And your talking voice is really pretty and nice to listen to, so you probably have a really beautiful singing voice.” Santana blinks and opens her mouth to respond, but that hint of pink is in Brittany’s cheeks again and she quickly continues. “I wanted to be a dancer when I was young, but I got a full ride math scholarship instead. And, I mean, apartments and New York.”

Santana laughs and focuses on that little blossoming of warmth in her stomach. Brittany is bright and earnest and thoughtful, and Santana feels more at ease with her than she’s felt in a very long time. “Tell me about it. My friend and I share an apartment and half the time we’re living under threat of our electricity being shut off,” she laughs and reaches for the next cue card. Brittany’s eyes remain bright on her face and she fights off her own blush. “Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?”

“Never,” Brittany answers with a smirk.

“Never?” Santana laughs and sets the card down on the discard pile.

“Nope,” Brittany says, popping the p. “I really like to wing it.”

Santana laughs. “Oh I do it every time. I rehearse what I’m going to say when I answer the phone.”

“Really?” Brittany asks, and there’s this bright smile scrunching her cheeks up against her eyes.

Santana nods. “Unless it’s, like, my mom, I always have about six different scripts of what I’m going to say in any given situation.”

Brittany’s smile turns lopsided again, teasing and warm, and Santana feels that weird spasming in her chest again. “What would constitute a ‘perfect’ day for you?” she reads from the next card.

Santana thinks back to how she’s been spending her days lately, stressed out and locked in the apartment, and how much she enjoyed herself when her and Mercedes both have days off in the summer and they can wander down to the park by their apartment, a guitar in one hand and a busking permit in the other. Santana explains it to Brittany and worries that she’s not describing how magical it is, her and Mercedes’ voices harmonizing together and people pausing for a moment or two before throwing some change into their guitar case, but with the way Brittany’s eyes sparkle and her small smile scrunches her cheeks, Santana knows that Brittany understands. Santana flushes and feels a little overwhelmed by the soft look on Brittany’s face. “What about you?” she asks quickly.

Brittany tactfully doesn’t say anything about the quick question and instead just shrugs a little. “I love spending the day at the dance studio,” she says as she reaches for the next cue card, “Or even just running dumb little errands with my friends. I dunno why but there’s something fun about wandering around a Drug Store for no real reason.” She flips the next card over and Santana watches as her eyes dart across the card to read it quickly to herself before she reads it aloud. “When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?”

“Well I sang to myself in the shower this morning, obviously,” Santana answers quickly.

Brittany giggles and Santana smiles involuntarily at the adorable sound; she’s quickly finding herself becoming addicted to the warm feeling in her chest whenever she makes Brittany laugh. “Me too, obviously. The last time I sang to someone was probably to my neighbour. Our cats like to hang out and I think Lord Tubbington has a crush on his cat so I like to provide the serenading for him.”

Santana tries not to laugh, she really does, but— “Lord Tubbington?” Santana asks incredulously around her giggles, watching as Brittany takes on a mock-admonishing look.

“Tubbs is very sensitive about his weight,” she says seriously, and even though Santana has known her for probably about fifteen minutes, she can already see the amusement in Brittany’s eyes despite her serious frown; it’s in the way her eyes crinkle up at the corners and turn catlike and sparkling, and Santana just giggles harder when Brittany’s face breaks and she bursts out laughing too. “Actually,” she adds through her giggles, “It was my sister’s birthday on Tuesday so it was probably then. Tubbs and I did a very beautiful serenade to her. She hung up halfway through.”

“Mercedes and I sing around the apartment a lot actually,” Santana finally manages through her amusement, a smile still stretched across her face.

Brittany smiles in response and Santana quickly ducks her head and grabs the next card. She’s not sure what it is, but there’s something about Brittany that makes it disarmingly easy to be honest, something that makes her want to crack herself wide open in front of her; she wonders if the other research participants are feeling this way, if that’s the whole point of this research, to see how vulnerable you can be with a stranger, hoping and trusting that they won’t make you regret it.

Santana hasn’t known Brittany that long, but she has a feeling she won’t regret opening up to her.

(She briefly wonders if all this is to test the idea of love at first sight. Santana’s never believed in it before, but Brittany’s open and easy and kind and her laugh makes Santana’s chest spasm and now she’s starting to wonder—)

“If you were able to live to the age of ninety,” Santana reads, and her heart sinks as her eyes dart to the rest of the question; she already knows that her answer for this one will hurt, “and retain either the mind or body of a thirty year-old for the last sixty years of your life, which would you want?”

Brittany hesitates for a moment. “The body.”

“Well with legs like that,” Santana agrees, and then immediately flushes.

Brittany flushes too and ducks her head with a smile. “If I could keep dancing until I was ninety years old I would die happy,” she says, “I don’t need all the math stuff up here.” She gestures to her head and Santana manages a small smile. Brittany seems to sense something different with Santana’s answer and lets her hand fall to the table, leaning forward slightly with her brows drawn together in concern. “What would you choose?”

“I’d want the mind,” Santana says quietly.

“Why?” Brittany prompts just as softly.

“My abuela had Alzheimer’s and she— Well let’s just say I had to re-come out to her a lot because of— This—” Santana hesitates and sighs, digging her nail into the edge of the table and picking at the cheap plastic surrounding the small edge. “This dumb thing. And she never took it too well.”

“I’m sorry,” Brittany whispers, and when Santana glances up Brittany looks so earnest that something in Santana’s chest eases. “That really sucks.”

Santana shrugs and manages a small smile before reaching for her water bottle. “Yeah, it really does,” she agrees softly, covering the lump in her throat with a gulp of water.

Brittany swallows and reaches for the next cue card, glancing up at Santana for permission to continue, and Santana’s chest does that spasming thing again. She nods and screws the cap back on her water bottle. “Man these last two are dark,” Brittany mutters before clearing her throat slightly. “Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?”

Santana frowns as she thinks. “I have absolutely no clue. Old age probably? I dunno, I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it before.” Santana glances at Brittany and sees her eyes still focused on the cue card. “What about you?” she prompts.

Brittany shakes her head and shrugs. “Cancer. Isn’t that how everyone dies these days?”

Santana wrinkles her nose. “Morbid,” she says.

Brittany shrugs and seems to hesitate for moment before she sighs a little, and Santana’s chest aches at how sad she sounds. “All of my grandparents died of cancer,” she explains emotionlessly, as if she’s thought about this a lot before, “So I’m at a higher risk than most people.”

Santana wants to reach out and take Brittany’s hand, but she settles for offering Brittany a smile she hopes is sympathetic. “I’m sorry,” she says, and she thinks of what Brittany just said to her and hopes that it’s enough, “That really sucks.”

Brittany cracks a tiny, knowing smile and glances up at Santana. “Thanks,” she murmurs.

Santana reaches for the next cue card and hopes it’s not as heavy as the last two. She wants Brittany’s eyes to light up again with a desperation she doesn’t quite understand. “Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common,” she reads. She only has to think for a moment before she offers, “Music. You’re a dancer and I’m a musician.”

Brittany hums and looks thoughtful before she gets this sharp, wicked gleam in her eyes, turning them catlike again. “We both like girls,” she says, and the way she emphasizes like makes Santana flush and makes Brittany look bright and proud.

“We, uh,” Santana stutters, “We, um, we’re both not from New York?”

“I’m from Indiana,” Brittany agrees. “I grew up in Decatur.”

Santana relaxes and brightens (and tries to ignore her still hot blush). “No way! I’m from Lima.”

Brittany grins. “What really? We grew up, like, an hour from each other.” Santana laughs as Brittany reaches for the next card. “If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?” she asks.

Santana hesitates and glances at the card in Brittany’s hands. “I wish my mom left my father sooner. She— She wasn’t happy, and he’s a big part of why I fought with internal homophobia so much. But she thought I should have my father in my life, which, I mean for some kids they do need that second parent but, I dunno.” Santana shrugs a little and glances up to find Brittany’s eyes rapt and earnest on her. “I never really needed anyone but my mom. What about you?”

Brittany chews on her lip and Santana’s eyes are drawn to the movement. Her cheeks flush again and she quickly looks back up to Brittany’s eyes; she kind of feels like she’s not going to stop blushing today, and it’s a little embarrassing. But Brittany’s eyes are on the cue card in Santana’s hands and she’s still chewing on her lip, and Santana’s embarrassment fades completely away and she finds herself leaning closer to Brittany. “I wish—” she starts and then bites down harder on her lip. “I wish that my teachers and my parents realized I had dyslexia earlier.”

“Oh yeah?” Santana prompts gently when Brittany trails off.

Brittany blinks and gives Santana a slightly lopsided smile. “Yeah. It’s pretty mild, but I really struggled with school through most of elementary. It wasn’t until my sixth grade counsellor tested me and got me the right resources that I actually started to understand my classes.”

“That sucks,” Santana murmurs, “but at least you eventually got it worked out. And now,” Santana grins at Brittany, delighting in the returning grin it elicits, “Well, now you obviously do very well in school, Ms. Full Ride Math Scholarship.”

Brittany flushes so bright that it obscures the freckles along her cheeks and Santana’s breath catches. She’s just reaching for the next card, one eye on Brittany’s blush and one eye making sure she only picks up one card, when the door swings open and a researcher pokes her head in, causing Santana to jump and Brittany to start giggling. “It’s been thirty minutes,” the researcher announces. “It’s time to move on to set two.”

Brittany and Santana look at each other in shock as the researcher closes the door. “It’s been half an hour?” Brittany says in disbelief, “It does not feel like that much time has passed.”

“I thought we were doing good on time,” Santana agrees, tossing the card still in her hand onto the discard pile. Brittany shoves the last two cards of set one over to the edge of the table, out of both of their reach. “That’s crazy.”

Brittany studies Santana for a moment, chewing on her lip again. “This might sound a little weird, or like, kinda creepy, but I feel like I know you, you know?”

Santana smiles and catches Brittany’s eyes, the bright blue boring into her own eyes until Santana feels a little like Brittany is staring right into her soul. “No, I know what you mean,” Santana finally manages when she feels like Brittany’s eyes aren’t going to make her crumble. “It’s kinda weird how comfortable I already feel around you,” she agrees.

“I, uh, I guess that’s the point of this whole thing, huh?” Brittany asks softly.

Santana swallows thickly as she nods and the moment stretches out between them until Santana feels a little like she’s falling. She blinks quickly and clears her throat. “Uh, we should probably keep going, so we don’t run out of time,” she tries to suggest but it comes out a lot quieter than she intended, and she thinks it’s because her heart seems to have relocated to her throat to make room for the butterflies fluttering around her ribs.

Brittany nods and shoots Santana a small, shy smile as she reaches for the first card of set two.

#brittana #brittany pierce #santana lopez #glee #brittana fanfiction #glee fanfiction #my writing #thewafflewhat #this was a lot of fun and I Should keep my word and post set ii and set iii later tonight or tomorrow #this was also Challenging because it Really made me think about what I know of the characters for their answers #because since it's au and they're strangers their lives up to this point are completely independent #and so their answers are all about Santana and Brittany as characters and not as a ship #which is very odd for me since up until now I've mostly written them with the other #story: we are bound to each other's hearts (this love is like a wildfire)

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hollandbaby · 6 years

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for him. - t.h

disclaimer; i do not own tom, this is all my imagination.

warnings; some swearing i think

we make a really good team, and not everyone sees, we’ve got this crazy chemistry between us

You and Tom weren’t typically compatible. He oozes confidence, could make conversation effortlessly, and was smooth in his flirting with people. He spent his weekend, and some weekday, nights partying, getting drunk and finding someone to get off with (just kissing, he’s not that much of an asshole) rather than doing schoolwork and extra revision for exams, which led to him failing a lot of his tests and not doing particularly well in lessons. You, on the other hand, were completely different. You spent your nights in the library doing the assigned work, and extra studying, so that you pass your tests and do well in class. You weren’t a huge fan of parties, hardly enjoying the sweaty atmosphere and loud, drunk people who are either throwing up or making out with strangers. You preferred to keep to yourself and your friends, listening to chilled out music at home when you weren’t busy studying. But when you met Tom, there was just this spark between you two, however cliché that sounds.

He approached you in the corridor, one day, just after you’d gotten results back from some tests. You were in 2 of the same classes, but had never had the opportunity to speak to one another, however Tom clearly knew you were smart and that you put effort into your studies or else he wouldn’t have spoken to you about tutoring. You were walking to next lesson with your friend when they suddenly turned to you, “don’t look now but the Tom Holland is walking towards us,” they whispered, freaking out. You rolled your eyes at their behaviour, not seeing the big deal with this Tom guy.

“I don’t understand why you’re freaking out so much, he’s just a person.” Just as you finish your sentence, Tom stops in front of you.

“Hi, Y/N, right?” Your heart beats faster than usual and you can feel your cheeks flush slightly. He knows my name.

“Yeah, uh, what can, uh, what can I do for you?” Wow real smooth.

“I got my exam results back and my parents are not happy about them. They said I’ll need tutoring and I thought you’d be a great tutor, seeing as you’re a straight A student.” He flashes a smile at you; he’s friendly.

“Sure, just let me know when.” And with that he smirks at you, giving you his phone number and heads off in the opposite direction.

You’d been tutoring Tom for some time now, trying to get his grades back up. He was actually fairly smart, he just didn’t apply himself like you did. You assumed this was due to his nature of wanting to party and get drunk, he and his best friend Harrison often went to parties together, and your friends would always tell you about it even though you’d repeatedly tell them ‘I don’t really care’. One weekend, he cancelled your tutoring session to go to a party. You were disheartened at this, you were actually looking forward to spending time with Tom. Every time you were together, you’d get these stupid butterflies in your stomach, your face would go red and you would stumble over your words. The way Tom made you feel was no help; he would give you his undivided attention while you explained things to him, such as why Iago’s famous ‘I am not what I am’ quote was so significant in Shakespeare’s Othello, or how he would accidentally brush his fingers against yours when you went to flip the next page of the book, causing electricity to run through your veins. Or how he would smile up at you with his warm brown eyes whenever he got a question right. It was all so cheesy and cliché and you hated it.

That next Monday you saw Tom, at lunch, on the other side of the canteen with his arm around a girl’s shoulders. She was beautiful. Long, silky hair, dazzling smile, striking blue eyes, lovely figure. She was laughing at something someone had said, her gorgeous eyes scrunched up. She even looked pretty while laughing. Tom was laughing along too, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes - you could see that even from the other side of the canteen. He caught your eye and smiled at you, this one reaching his eyes, but you turned away and kept your head down, focused on your lunch. Your friends were all talking about Tom and his new ‘girl’, to which you told them ‘I don’t really care.’ Except you did care, more than you wanted to admit.

You were surprised at the text you’d gotten later that night. You were studying for a mid-unit test, when your phone screen buzzed once, indicating a new text message. You expected one of your friends to have texted you, asking if you’d started revising to which the answer was always ‘yes, I’m not failing this test.’ However, the contact who had texted you wasn’t one of your closer friends, but rather Tom. You screwed your face up in confusion, before swiping your phone to unlock it and read the message from him.

Hey 5:36PM

You debated for a solid minute what to reply. Do I say ‘hey’? ‘heyy’? Is that too casual? Shall I say hello? No that’s too formal.

Hi 5:38PM

I didn’t see you much today 5:38PM

You were surprised by this. Did he want to see you today? You doubted it, seeing as he had a new girl on his arm.

I didn’t think you wanted to 5:40PM

Why would you think that?? 5:42PM

Should you tell him the truth? Or would that give away your growing feelings for him?

Idk. I didn’t think you’d considered me anything more than a tutor 5:45PM

I thought we were friends? 5:46PM

You took a while to think of a response to this one. Were you friends? You talked and all, but you didn’t hang out together. You had playful banter sometimes, after you’d finished tutoring him of course, but was it all friendly? Or was he just being nice? Did you want to be friends with him?

I guess so. I just figured you’d be busy with your new girlfriend 5:53PM

Girlfriend? 5:54PM

This boy was constantly on his phone. You let out a sigh at his distracting texts and decided to ignore it, he was just playing dumb.

Oh 6:01PM

I see 6:01PM

You’re talking about Annie 6:01PM

You really didn’t care what her name was.

Annie’s not my girlfriend, I’m not interested in her. I was helping her make Harrison jealous, she met him at the party on Saturday and fancies the pants off him 6:03PM

That’s why I had my arm around her at lunch 6:04PM

Tom, I don’t care it’s not any of my business tbh 6:05PM

Well we are friends aren’t we? So, as my friend, it is your business :) 6:06PM

You couldn’t tell if that made you feel happy or not. He wasn’t dating this Annie girl, but did care? You did really care. For months, you and Tom had started texting and hanging out a lot more and you’d become best friends. The only problem was the feelings you had for him were only growing stronger. One Thursday evening he texts you;

Fancy a party? You’ve been studying so hard, you could use a break 8:34PM

I don’t do parties, Tom 8:35PM

Please Y/N :( it’s tomorrow night and I want to take you 8:35PM

Your heart fluttered at that. He wants to take me? Like as a date? You told yourself it wasn’t a date, that Tom didn’t like you that way. But you couldn’t deny there was something there, something about the way Tom made you feel, the way he treated you.

Pick me up at 8 8:38PM

Awesome :) see you then ;) 8:38PM

You smiled and shook your head at this. He was such a dork, sometimes, given his fuckboy exterior, it was a really nice personality trait of his.

a/n: there will be a part 2 to this! @allforholland (lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my fics!)

#tom holland fluff #tom holland headcanon #tom holland drabble #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x reader #tom holland #harry holland #sam holland #harrison osterfield

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actualbird · 7 years

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I'm really curious, how does your writing process go? (and take as much time as you need! Writing is hard!)

jhdfkjsdfhkd u sent this yesterday but my writing process is so convoluted i can only answer it now omg. heads up, this will get a bit long because my writing process is also A Bit Long also ive wanted to talk about my complicated process for FOREVER. //CLASPS HANDS. THANK U FOR ASKING!!!

so i Really Like Outlines. like. so much. i have my high school to thank for this bc they trained me to put my thoughts down in a bullet point list before i even so much as recited in class, but the structure of outlines is so useful to me in writing because my brain is a Mess. so i need to Put Everything Down First.

how much is “everything”???? my most drastic example was when i was writing for l/es mis last year and my outlines were terrifying. back then, since i was writing rather lengthy oneshots, i wrote at least three outlines, the first being a brainstorming list of ideas, the second being a pre-outline that went thru the basic events, and the third being the comprehensive outline which went through literally everything from dialog to internal monolog to actions and movements. i aint shitting thee. heres my 3 outlines for my one fic where grantaire is a dragon, On One Condition

why is that last outline just an excerpt? bc the entirety of the 3rd outline is 25 pages long. TWENTY FIVE PAGES. (the actual fic itself is 74 pages. JESUS.)

so like on a scale of chill to Balls To The Wall, my l/es mis outlines were a solid The Wall Is Broken. theres a reason i only wrote two fics for l/es mis kjhfkdsjf. this process took weeks of non stop writing

thankfully, my outlines vary on that scale depending on the fic and my mood. ive definitely Calmed Down now that im writing for bee em cee, bc im not writing 20k+ oneshots and instead sticking to fics under 10k or long ones in chapters. to illustrate, heres my outline for ch8 of forest

just the basics!! this type of outline basically goes for all the chapters after the 3rd one, and it’s got a lot more leeway while still guiding me where i need to go

and just because this is hilarious, heres the small semblance of an outline i wrote for The One About The Fridge

SO MY POINT IS i will outline everything. how comprehensively i outline it depends on whether or not i wanna die (i guess). but when even tho i put guidelines in the outline, things def change as i write, and i just adjust the outline according to whatever i changed and continue.

once the outline is done, i sit down and write non-stop. usually this means not sleeping for 2 days. i cant do that now, because of school, but summer!me was wild. write 7k in a day? no problem. at least i didnt find any problems bc once i had an outline, i just have to follow it :0

after the writing is done it’s time to edit!! SIKE!!!!! i do close to no editing at all. this is because 1) idk how grammar works anyway and 2) i do fanfic for fun. my day job as a writing student means im always in Revision Hell, so i like to escape from that here omg. i also dont have a beta reader, but sometimes i bully my younger sister into checking if my english is at least intelligible. other from that, the moment i finish something, i skim it on another device (so i can see typos easier). this lasts for like 10 minutes before i accept the world is flawed and so is my writing, so i just post it anyway. trial by FIRE.

so thats it!! 60% of my writing process is actually pre-writing, and this method is horrifyingly time consuming, but it’s the one that works best for me and my brain. again, thank you for asking!!!

#LONG POST #SO LONG #asks #anon #and this is why it takes me forEVER to get ANYTHING done #i even outline those lil ilu prompt fills. but like. 5 bullet points AT MOST

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littlemissheartfilia · 7 years

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Light Up My Night

Hello all!! I’m alive and still writing wow shocker right? This is a Stingue fic that has been sitting in my WIP doc for longer than I care to remember. And since I’m not updating What’s In A Prince anytime soon I figured this will do. Don’t worry the whole thing is written and finished so updates won’t take forever. It’s only a two-chapter though. Either way I have put a lot of revision into this so I hope you’ll love it!

Parts: [1] [2]

Summary: Sting Eucliffe is a senior now and finally has to face his one and maybe only chance to ask his high school crush out. With the help of Minerva and Yukino things get a little more than nervewracking.

Parings: Stingue, Yukinerva, Mentioned Fraxus

Setting: Modern day high school au.

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Sting sat in a quiet room, staring blankly at the last page of homework he had for the night. He sighed. Homework was the bane of his existence. It was bad enough that chemistry wasn’t his strongest subject but it was eleven at night and he could hardly keep his attention for more than ten seconds.

He glanced at his phone for the twentieth time that night. It was tempting him like there was no tomorrow. ‘What’s the harm of a little mental break’ The distracted half of his brain told him, but the better half of his brain reminded him that he had just had a mental break that consisted of two hours on social media and not an inch of the page completed. He picked up the phone anyway.

After checking social media, that had literally not changed at all since he last looked at it, he decided to see if Rogue was still awake.

Hey you awake? He waited a few seconds, staring at the screen and hoping for a reply. His fingers typed out a second message, If yes, can you come and smash my head into a wall. Chemistry homework is killing me…

It was a few seconds of staring at the ceiling before a ~DING~ sounded, signaling Rogue’s reply. He looked at the text. If you had paid attention in class today maybe your homework would be done already.

Why pay attention when I have you? What’s the answer to question 20?

Question 20 is a short essay if I gave you my answer it’d be copying and we’d both get in trouble.

C’mon, can’t you just change it up a little? That way it’s not REALLY copying!

Sting could practically see the roll of eyes and deadpanned look Rogue was giving his phone right now.

One of these days you’re gonna have to be more responsible. Sting was thinking of a reply when Rogue sent another message. Why are you up this late doing homework anyway? We had two weeks to get that paper done.

Sting grimaced when he recalled everything he had done for the past two weeks, all of it consisting of nothing but procrastinating in any way he could. He had even finally cleaned out his car the day before as an excuse not to do the paper.

Well, ya see...The thing about that is, I was pretty busy all week! He wasn’t fooling anyone.

Which translates into ‘I’m lazy and don’t wanna do my homework’

Wow you read my mind. You know me so well. Rogue replied with his usual bored faced emoji. Well I’m not getting anywhere with this homework so...wanna go for a walk with me?

Sting, it’s nearly midnight. We have school tomorrow.

Yeah but you’re a night owl anyway and we won’t be out for long!

He could almost hear the exasperated sigh that came from Rogue’s lips. He already knew what his answer was going to be before he replied, he knew Rogue would come.

Fine. But this better be worth it.

“Yes!” He said aloud, quietly enjoying his victory. After sending a quick reply Sting got off the bed, completely abandoning his still unfinished homework. He got dressed and opened the window to his room. Thank god he had convinced his dad to let him have the ground floor bedroom. It made it so much easier to leave undetected. Not that his dad knew that, or ever would.

Sting met Rogue in their usual spot, the meeting point halfway between both of their houses, on a normally quiet suburban street under the light of the lampposts. Seeing Rogue in person somehow made Sting’s breath quicken. He was wearing black skinny jeans with his dad’s overcoat protecting him from the winter air. But what really drew Sting’s attention was that cursed ponytail of his. The way his chin length black hair just fell over the back of his neck had him entranced and the way his bangs hung freely, a little bit messy but tame too, like a mild bedhead. Sting could only think about how hot it made him look. And those reading glasses that framed his face perfectly were taking his breath away. Sting was a sucker for guys in glasses and he guessed Rogue hadn’t bothered to put his contacts in like normal, so he could be blessed with his favorite sight.

God, I’m hopeless aren’t I, he thought. He knew he had a crush on Rogue. He had known since freshman year of high school and yet here he was, both of them seniors and he had yet to ask out the love of his life. Looking at Rogue now he didn’t think he would. Love is a complicated thing and the last thing he wanted was to ruin their good friendship.

Rogue’s face was unsurprisingly emotionless. As he approached Sting though, he noticed those red orbs of his growing a little softer in his expression.

“Glad you came.” Sting started the greeting.

“Like I had a choice. I’ve learned you can be extremely persistent when you want something.”

“But you don’t mind it anyway,” Sting said, a grin spreading across his face as he walked, his company falling into step beside him.

Rogue didn’t bother giving him an answer. For a while they walked in silence. Sting had no words to say that Rogue didn’t already know and he didn’t feel a need to say anything either. They were comfortable that way. Another thing Sting didn’t want to ruin. When they finally reached the park a question popped into his mind.

“So, are you gonna sign up to be prom king?”

“What’s the point.” Rogue replied, not breaking his attention from the path in front of him. “I don’t have a date, I hate dances, and I’m pretty sure you’d be the only one to vote for me.”

“Aw c’mon, Rogue,” Sting pleaded. “You only get one prom. Besides what if you actually are chosen for prom king?”

Rogue scoffed. “Then they’ll be s-o-l ‘cause I’m not going.”

“There’s no changing your mind, huh?” Rogue shook his head, confirming Sting’s question. “Not even if I go with ya?”

Rogue hesitated for a moment then looked at Sting, curiously. “You seem unusually interested in this. Why?”

Rogue raised his eyebrow and the little pout he did was so damn cute that Sting had to stop himself from blushing by covering it up with laughter. “I just think it’d be fun, is all!”

Rogue made a pfft sound with his lips. “Sure. I’ll sign up for prom king when you agree to be prom queen.” He was being sarcastic, that was clear enough in his tone. Still Sting took it to the next level, wondering how far he could push the boy.

“What if I already did?” he said as he looked over and gave him a mischievous smirk. Rogue stopped in his tracks.

“You didn’t?”

Sting just shrugged, reveling in his friends confused but mostly surprised face for a few seconds before saying. “Nah! I’m just messing with ya!” Rogue rolled his eyes and kept walking.

By the end of the night it seemed they had talked for hours. Rogue checked his phone, it had only been two hours but he followed that up by saying he had to get home and sleep.

So Sting and Rogue parted once more by the lamppost. As Rogue walked away, his mind went back to their conversation of the prom. This was their senior year and it was almost over! He’d waited so damn long for any sign that Rogue liked him back but the guy was too damn unreadable. Sting could never tell if he actually liked him. Even if he didn’t Sting couldn’t let their last year in high school go by without saying something. He wondered how hard it would actually be to sign up for Prom Queen...Maybe if he talked to the principal and got enough of his friends to back him up it’d be possible. Maybe then he would finally have the courage to fess up. And the idiocy to expose himself to relentless ridicule and embarrassment from just about everyone else he knew.

But maybe him and Rogue...He shook his head. He was just thinking romantically again, Rogue probably didn’t like him like that. Besides Sting had never seen Rogue with anyone, he wasn’t even sure that his friend was gay, or on the spectrum at all. Sting turned around and quietly walked back to his place.

When he plopped down onto his bed, after shoving all other items off it including his phone and laptop, he just lay there in thought. It looked like it was gonna be another sleepless night for him.

“Yukino, you gotta help me!” Sting shouted while running up to his silver headed friend. She was sitting with her girlfriend, Minerva, eating lunch by a tree outside the lunch hall. For all his years of high school, and probably even before, Minerva and Yukino had been his biggest supporters of his crush on Rogue. Many times they had tried to set up a scene but Sting would chicken out at the last minute or mess up his line, scared of making Rogue uncomfortable.

Both girls turned as he ran up to them, out of breath and bent over panting. Sting was never the athletic type and a run from the main buildings to the opposite side of the campus was a long one.

“Sting? What’s wrong?” Yukino began. While her head was turned Minerva stole a strawberry from her lunch box, Sting ignored it.

He straightened up, finally taking a deep breath and saying; “I wanna ask Rogue to go to prom with me!”

Yukino’s expression changed to one of sympathy, and it looked like Minerva was just barely refusing the urge to roll her eyes.

“Well if you really want to ask him you should just say it. You know Rogue would want you to be honest with him,” said Yukino. Sting nodded his head and took a seat with his legs crossed right in front of them. He placed his arms on his knees and closed his eyes as if in a serious meditation process.

“Yeah, and we all know how well that went down last year at winter carnival.” The last time Sting tried to ask Rogue to a dance it ended up with his face in some poor students lunch tray and all ten pages of Rogue’s award winning essay flying in the breeze through an open window. It was a long story. But he never did hear the end of Rogue’s riot act for losing that essay.

Yukino faked a laugh for pity’s sake. “Well, that is true.”

It was Minerva’s turn to speak up. When she did she grabbed Sting’s shoulders and forced him to look at her. “Listen, Yukino’s right, if you really want Rogue to go to the dance with you just ask him! A simple question isn’t gonna ruin anything. And don’t be a coward!” She wagged her finger in his face, speaking the last words with conviction.

Sting crossed his arms. “Easy for you to say, no one cares about a lesbian relationship! Just last week Freed tried to come out and got a slushie thrown in his face!”

“But those kids weren’t even from our school.” Yukino reminded him. “And remember what Laxus did to them after they pulled that stunt.” Sting remembered well. It was all the school could talk about, and still talked about. Laxus hadn’t left any one of those guys without a bruise, and it seemed a relationship between the two was still up in the air.

“Yeah but Rogue isn’t Laxus and neither am I. Besides, I don’t even know if Rogue likes guys! He’s never showed an interest in anyone!”

“Anyone but you,” Yukino said, matter of factly. It was spoken quietly but Sting had picked up on it and stared at her in confusion.

Minerva chimed in; “Tell me you’ve noticed the way he looks at you when you’re both in class?”

Sting shrugged, the girls groaned. “I tried asking him to prom last night, or rather asking if he was going. He said he wasn’t even interested. I figured if I could at least ask him to a dance maybe I wouldn’t chicken out again…” Minerva’s brow was furrowed for a while, deep in thought. “What?” Sting asked, confused at her lack of words.

“I think I have a plan, and one that you can’t back out of!” Sting’s eyes widened with rapt attention as Minerva leaned in closer to explain. “Ok, all you have to do is get Rogue to go to prom with you, not as a date, not yet anyway. Just convince him it’ll be fun to go. Yukino and I will take care of the rest.”

Sting raised an eyebrow. “Oookaay…” Then he perked up, eager to listen, “What’s your plan, then?”

Minerva gave an evil grin, “It’s not gonna work right if you know too. Just get Rogue to come to prom. I promise it’ll be worth it!” She winked and gave him a thumbs up. Just then the late bell for his classes rang.

“Shit! I’ll be late for class again!” He cried and stood up with a running start toward the building. “See ya later, guys!” He called back to Yukino and Minerva, yelling out a, “I haven’t even done the homework!” in his existential crisis to get to chemistry.

When he finally recovered his bag from his locker and made it to the chemistry door he had to witness every eye in class staring at him as he awkwardly knocked on the locked door. The chemistry professor, a tall elderly women who held a deadly eagle eye glare, opened the door with a scowl. She didn’t move from the doorway as she spoke with him.

“Why are you late, Mr. Eucliffe?”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Porlyusica. I forgot my textbook in one of my classes and had to go back to get it.” It was a poor excuse but one she seemed to take with only an intensified frown. She didn’t say anything else, just stepped aside to let Sting in. Then she took her spot back in front of the class.

Sting dropped his bag by his usual seat next to Rogue and sat down with a sigh, putting his head on his arms in defeat.

“That’s a lie ‘cause I have your textbook right here.” Rogue leaned in and whispered into his ear.

Sting perked up when he was handed his book. “What! I thought I lost that, where was it?”

“Under your desk as always, idiot.”

Sting took his textbook and hugged it to his chest. “You’re a lifesaver!”

“You can thank me later. Class is starting.”

So Rogue said, but Sting could hardly pay attention. Not with his red glasses that matched his eyes and every five minutes when he subconsciously tucked another piece of his bangs behind his ear as he took notes. Once again that ponytail Rogue had started to favor was Sting’s arch nemesis.

In the middle of her lecture, Ms. Porlyusica stopped to announce his distraction to the whole class. “Mr. Eucliffe!” She began, her voice filling up the otherwise quiet room. “If you paid half as much attention to this class as you pay to your friend over there maybe you wouldn’t be failing!”

A few kids in class snickered, some others looked at him with remarks of ‘ouch’ and sympathetic faces. Rogue was distracted from his papers where he was writing down notes and looked at Sting in confusion. He felt his face grow hot and imagined he must look so red, the thought only made it worse. Sting slunk down in his chair, picked up his pencil, and started to write notes from the board in his notebook. He mumbled out a, “Sorry, Ms. Porlyusica.” Then kept writing, making sure to avoid eye contact with Rogue, and everyone else.

So he had survived chemistry class, and thankfully Rogue didn’t bring up the subject of Ms. Porlyusica’s outburst. Sting kept quiet for the rest of the day, saving himself from further embarrassment.

It took it’s sweet time but finally school ended. Sting waved a goodbye back to his classmates, Natsu and Gajeel, then took off down the hallway. Hoping to meet Rogue and ask him about prom before he left.

Per the norm Rogue was waiting outside the main doors for Sting. Minerva and Yukino were chatting with him while Ogra, Rufus, Dobengal and Dhoot, one the newest members to the school and one with a very strange nickname, were chatting a few feet away.

“Took you long enough.” Rogue teased with a sly smile as Sting walked up to them.

“Shuddup! Not my fault your class lets out ten minutes early.”

Rogue chuckled. Sting wanted desperately to say something about prom but he couldn’t find the words to change the subject and choked up instead. It seemed that’s what friends were for as Yukino put his thoughts into words.

“So, are you guys going to prom?”

Rogue didn’t answer immediately and Minerva interjected with a playful, “You better be! Everyone else is going and it wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t end the school year with each other.”

“When you put it that way, it makes it hard for me to refuse,” said Rogue with a slight frown. “But you know I’m not the dress up type, and dances were never my thing.”

“Then we’ll just stand in the corner all night, who cares!” Sting found the courage to speak up. “We only have one prom! We should spend it together.”

“Fine, but I’m not going to dance.” Even as Rogue said it Sting could see a small smile lighting up his face, which in turn made his own smile wider.

The group talked for a while longer, as they always did at the end of the school day, then said their goodbyes. As Sting was driving home there was only one thing on his mind. Where he was gonna find a tux for prom night.

#stingue #stingue fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail #my fanfic #wow you can tell this is old because of the dhoot reference #thats right i wrote this in the midst of the great dhootxdobengal binge #what is that like over a year ago???#dear god i need to write more #i have fics that are older tho....#oh boy anyway!!#leave a like or reblog with tags if you liked it!!!#but rereading this the writing it PRETTY bad....damnit

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staytheb · 5 years

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Just For You

Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Serena] || SKZ’s Felix x OC [Melanie] Genre: school!au, slice of life, slight angst, slight fluff Word Count: 4,994 Summary: Serena helps Melanie to make a lunch box to help her confess her feelings for Felix. Melanie’s curious on why it’s lunch boxes and why Serena made more than necessary.

Warning: swear words. lol

m first SKZ fic ever... also my sister can’t decide on a bias, but for me, i ofc get hit with one instantly. other than that happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

revised. 9.10.20

"So, Melanie, who from Seoul Academy do you like?" Katherine asked her as the duo were hanging out with their other two friends at Melanie's house.

"No one." She answered as Jasmine disagreed. "That's a lie. I know you like someone."

"I don't like anyone." Melanie denied again as she looked at her other friend. "Serena's the one that likes someone."

The other girl looked up from her book with a blank expression. "Not even."

"Yeah, you do. I've noticed that you've been smiling a lot latey these past couple of months. You're talking to someone." Melanie stated with a smug look.

"It's because I've been watching this anime series and the main couple are so cute." Serena answered and redirected the topic back onto Melanie. "Don't change the subject. You do like somebody. I've seen the love letters you've written and haven't given it to him yet."

"Who?! What?! When?! Where?! Why?!" Jasmine and Katherine both exclaimed as they huddled around Melanie eagerly. "Who is it?! Who is he? Tell us! We gotta know! Oh is it Eric? Or is it Sunwoo? Maybe it's Hyunjoon? Hmm, Taeseon is pretty along with Hakmin, too. Jaemin is a total cutie and so is Mark."

Melanie tried to back away from her two friends while shooting a glare in Serena's direction who just went back to reading with a smile on her face.

"Wait, don't tell me you like someone from the Stray Kids group." Jasmine asked with a worried look. "You know that it's pointless to date someone from that group."

"Yah, why would you think Melanie would ever date someone from there." Katherine argued while elbowing Jasmine. "They're all jerks and think they're the shit."

"Because they're also hot as hell as well as the school's best sports kings. Practically all of them are the top players in our sports teams." Jasmine countered.

"Who said I like anyone from Stray Kids though?" Melanie asked as she pushed her friends away from her as they finally gave her space. "I can like whoever I want to like and it doesn't have to have anything to do with you guys either."

"True." The other duo agreed as Serena continued to focus on her book despite listening in on the conversation until her head jerked up in alarmed upon hearing the next set of words leaving Melanie's mouth.

"Besides, Serena's the one that's hiding something as she's always sneaking off during lunch saying she's just going to the library, but that's a lie."

"No, it's not. I do go when I got time for it." Serena lied with confidence.

"Oh yeah? How come I haven't seen you with new books from the library these past few weeks, hmm?"

"Because you don't read, that's why."

"Right. Nagyung says that she hasn't seen you there since you usually join her in playing Overwatch during lunch time."

"Does it really matter, Melanie?" Serena said in annoyed time as she tried to go back to her reading, but wasn't in the mood to read although she didn't want them to know that.

"Yeah!" Katherine and Jasmine answered instead as they now rushed over to her side leaving Melanie alone.

"What are you hiding? Who do you like? You like someone from Stray Kids, too, huh?" The duo questioned Serena as she mad a face at them.

"I do not." She stated while trying to move away from them. "Besides, why are y'all even asking about who we like. Who do you guys like that you're asking us."

The two girls stopped with their questioning and quietly sat back and looked at their other two friends with a sheepish look as Melanie caught on.

"You guys do like someone or at least probably dating someone, huh?"

"Um, do you guys remember a guy by the name of Chenle is?" Jasmine asked with a nervous laugh as Serena recalled the name. "Isn't he the kid that spilled oil all over the floor whenever we made eggs in Home Economics last year?"

"Yup. That's him. He's the one." Jasmine confirmed with a laugh as Katherine asked a question a second later. "And do you guys remember in the same class a guy named Jaehyun?"

"The one that would always steal pieces of our food whenever we finished cooking it because it was delicious?" Melanie answered as Katherine nodded. 'Yup."

Serena let out a groan before giving the two friends a look. "Y'all wanna do a quadruple date, don't cha?"

"Yeah, but that's not likely to happen since none of you are dating anyone or like someone." Jasmine stated with a pout.

Katherine then looked between Melanie and Serena. "Well, Melanie I'm sure has a crush on someone whereas Serena just hates people and so I don't see her dating anyone any time soon."

"Exactly." Serena agreed with a smile as she closed her book. "Now are we done?"

"Actually," Melanie piped up drawing everyone's attention onto her, "I do like someone, but I don't know if y'all are gonna be happy though."

"It's a Stray Kids member isn't it?" Jasmine and Katherine asked at the same time while Melanie shot them a sheepish smile.

~~~~~~~~~

"So why are we making lunch boxes again?" Katherine questioned as she and the other three were now at Serena's house after going grocery and supplies shopping.

"Because it's the effective way to get a guy to like you." Serena answered with a smirk. "It's not through his heart, but his stomach."

Jasmine looked over at Serena suspiciously. "And how would you know that?"

"From Tiana." Serena chuckled as Melanie rolled her eyes before speaking. "The Princess and the Frog's Tiana?"

"Yup."

"Wow, but what if Felix doesn't like it?" Melanie asked worried.

"Then he's an ass and you should like someone else." Jasmine suggested as Katherine elbowed her before correcting her words. "I mean, do your best."

"Well, how did you guys get with Chenle and Jaehyun? Did you guys make them lunches, too?"

"Not exactly. I don't really remember, but Jaehyun and I had this group project in English this year and we connected right away." Katherine answered with a smile.

"As for me," Jasmine prompted afterwards, "I actually didn't like him, like him. I thought I liked his friend which I don't recall at all, but it turned out I fell for him after I got to know him through being partners in science class earlier this year."

"Hmm, then y'all can start making lunches for your boyfriends while Melanie learned how to make a confession with one and then she can give it to Felix tomorrow." Serena piped up with glee as she clapped her hands together. "Now, let's get started." Serena said as she instructed the other three on what to do.

"Dude, Serena, seriously. How do you get these things to come out good without ripping and sticking it on easily?" Jasmine muttered in frustration after ripping her design for a cartoon character for the third time.

"Yeah, like how do you have the patience for all of this?" Melanie questioned as she just finished putting on the facial parts for her cartoon character. "This takes way too long to do just for one character. And that's after we cook and make the food, too."

"I think it's pretty cool and quite easy." Katherine stated with a shrug after completing her whole characters and lunch box. "Well I mean, yeah the process to do it is a bit tedious, but you have to make sure the food tastes just as good as creating the whole characters for the lunch."

"Yup. What Katherine said." Serena agreed after completing another lunch box. "If the food doesn't taste good, then the whole design is just wasteful in the end."

Melanie noticed the two mini set compartment boxes. "Who are you planning on giving those to?" She asked while pointing at them. "That's a lot of chicken, too. You don't even eat that much chicken."

Serena shrugged. "No one. I just like making these character boxes." She redirected the conversation to Melanie's box instead. "Anyways, Melanie, are you going to add anything else? You actually have a lot of room to add more."

"Well, obviously."

"Serena. Please help me with his face." Jasmine cried in defeat. "I can't give Chenle an ugly lunch box despite how good the food may taste."

"You're fine, Jasmine." Serena reassured, but still went over to assist her friend. "He should appreciate such a thing, but this is how you get it to work."

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It was lunch time and the quartet were near the top of the school where Stray Kids usually hung out as they made the area their little place. Melanie actually entered the area so she could give Felix the lunch she had prepared for him while the other three stood from afar by the door. Jasmine and Katherine were supposed to meet with their boyfriends, but they wanted to be there for their friend first in support. The three friends watched Melanie with anticipation as she neared the group finally getting the attention of the boys.

"Hey, Felix." Melanie directly greeted him as Felix stared blankly at her not moving.

"Yeah, Felix, she's here for you." Hyunjin chuckled as he pushed Felix towards her causing Felix to glared at Hyunjin.

"It looks like she got something for you, too." Minho laughed while wriggling his eyebrows in Melanie's direction.

Melanie ignored the boys' words, but held out the packed lunch anyways in front of her and out towards Felix with a shy, but sweet smile. "I made you a homemade lunch because I like you."

When the other six boys heard that they started to cheer and tease Felix about him having a love confession and the likes. Becoming flustered and acting without actually thinking, Felix just smacked the lunch box out of Melanie's hands as everyone watched the scene before them. Something inside Melanie's tugged at her upon the lunch box crashing to the ground. She stared at the spilled food before looking at Felix.

"You didn't have to do that." Melanie told him with a calm, but angry tone. "You could of just said you didn't like me and not waste the food this way."

The other boys started laughing as they gathered around Felix before saying some things of their own.

"It probably doesn't even taste good, anyways." Changbin stated while looking at the food as Minho agreed before speaking again. "Girls nowadays don't even know how to cook anymore."

"What is that supposed to be?" Jisung asked while giving the characters a weird look. "A bear? A dog? I can't even tell."

"Why is it even blue? Are you trying to poison him?" Hyunjin commented with a disgusted look.

Felix continued to stay silence as he avoided eye-contact with Melanie.

"It was supposed to be Koya the Koala." Melanie answered with a frown. "You guys haven't even tried it so how can you say that? Felix?"

"Because it's a silly and stupid thing that desperate girls do to get a guy's attention." Chan stated with a laugh before continuing. "Next time why don't you ju-Oof"

Chan didn't get to finish his sentence due to Serena tossing her own homemade lunch at him when she moved closer after hearing the words leaving the boys' mouth. Everyone looked at the scene with widened eyes and it was dead silent after that as the group of six weren't aware that there were others around the area.

"How about next time why don't you just find another 'silly, stupid, and desperate' girl who wants to get your attention." Serena directed at him with a mocking tone before tugging on Melanie's hand. "Let's go."

"But, Serena, wait. What about the food and boxes?" Melanie asked in confusion as Serena continued to lead her away while speaking loudly on purpose. "It's not important when it concerns jerks that don't appreciate a girl's hard-work and effort when thinking of the guy she really likes while making them."

Katherine and Jasmine soon followed after their friends when the duo passed by, but not before seeing the rest of the boys looking at Chan questioningly.

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"What's up with the food throwing at Chan thing, Serena?" Melanie asked once the quartet settled at a more private area within the school's grounds.

"It's nothing." Serena answered before looking at two of her friends. "Aren't you supposed to be eating with your boyfriends right now?"

"They can wait. You can't. Spill, girl." Jasmine commanded with a stern look. "I ain't gonna leave this alone until you explained why you've been saying you don't like anyone, but clearly there was something between you and Chan a moment ago."

"There's nothing going on."

"That's a lie, Serena." Katherine countered. "Your words were seriously directed at Chan and the way he looked at you once you walked away suggested something."

"Fine." She caved. "He and I were secretly dating these past few weeks."

The trio let out loud gasps.

"But don't ask me about anything else because clearly it's nothing now and not worth mentioning either." Serena told them with a glare.

"Oh, c'mon, Serena. You're secretly dating a Stray Kid member, especially the leader." Jasmine stated with an amused look. "Although rumor is that he's a total ass, he's cute and has such a nice bad boy vibe."

"He is a total ass now that I saw and heard it with my own eyes and ears and we're not dating anymore, Jasmine. I'm pretty sure you heard that I made that kind of cleared. Gah, I'm such an idiot to think he was a really nice guy with just a bad boy front to keep outsiders from bothering him and the rest of his friends."

"That's what Felix once said to me, too." Melanie added with a sigh. "I guess Stray Kids are really a bunch of jerks."

Serena groaned. "But seriously that was such a waste of food on our end, Melanie. I can't believe I threw them at him."

"I know right." Melanie agreed as she frown. "I still can't believe Felix did that just because he got embarrassed by his friends teasing him. He had me fooled."

"Why do you say that?" Katherine asked while rubbing her friend's back in a comforting manner. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Because of how he reacted. Guys are always like that when they're with their friends. It's stupid. He's such a big jerk."

"Tell me about." Jasmine said with a sigh. "The one I liked of Chenle's friend was the same way, but now I don't care about him as I'm with Chenle now."

"Yeah, let's not care." Katherine agreed as she opened up her own lunch box. "Let's share these together so that the two of you don't starve before school ends."

"What about your boyfriends?" Melanie asked with a chuckle.

"They have their own friends that have food for today." Jasmine answered with a laugh while also opening hers. "Today is a friendship day."

~~~~~~~~

When Melanie and Serena returned back to their respective classes they discovered that their lunch boxes were returned to their desk all cleaned and empty of food. What was inside was a simple note instead asking them if they could meet at specific spot, respectively.

Melanie stared at the note for a few seconds before stuffing it back into the box and putting it away in her backpack. She wasn't sure if she was ready to face him again after his actions from earlier, but a small part of her wanted to know what he wanted with her. Melanie later caught eyes with Jeongin who only sat one seat up to her right as he stared in her direction. He shot her an awkward smile and before she could say anything Jeongin had tossed something onto her desk and turned forward leaving Melanie to stared at the familiar looking Peter the Rabbit keychain with her name on it. She hadn't seen this guy since junior high when she lost him in the Taekwondo club she was a part of. What was he doing here and how did Jeongin even end up with it.

Serena only glanced at the written words for a second before crumpling it into a ball and tossing it back into the lunch box. Still she knew what it meant even if with that one glance, but she was still upset and didn't even want to think about him or the situation at the moment. Shortly afterwards something landed on her desk from her left, but she quickly picked up the small item and threw it onto the desk of the person to her right. Jamie gave her a weird look before tossing it back not wanting to be a part of whatever was going on, but Serena shoved it to the floor and under her desk. She glared at Seungmin who pointed over his shoulder to see Chan shooting her a look, but she ignored him. By the end of class all the notes she had received and tossed at Jamie were now littered all over the floor around her desk.

~~~~~~~~

When school finally let out Serena and Melanie had met up with Katherine and Jasmine like always at the school's back gates to head on home. The duo decided to just let it be and see what would happened on its own accord. As of right now the quartet were on their way to get boba, sweets, and spicy chicken bits at 3RACHA that was just a block away from school. Unfortunately, the quartet ended up running into Stray Kids on the way to 3RACHA.

"Hey, I just remembered that Chenle has football practice. I'll catch you guys later." Jasmine suddenly announced as she turned around and ran off.

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me. Jaehyun got this basketball thing going and I forgot that I promised him I'll be there to cheer him on. Bye!" Katherine piped up afterwards as she, too, turned around and ran off in the same direction as Jasmine.

"They're such liars." Serena commented with a roll of her eyes. "It's tennis and volleyball season."

"I think I know what's up and why." Melanie stated as she nudged Serena while pointing in front of them. "It's because of them."

When Serena turned her attention onto Stray Kids she saw that there were only two and those two were not who the two girls wanted to see at the moment.

"Wow." Serena said in a feigned enthusiastic tone.

"I know." Melanie agreed as she shrugged. "What do you wanna do?"

~~~~~~~~

Melanie and Serena were casually talking to one another about their day and school work as they waited for their drinks and food while totally ignoring the two males sitting beside them at separate tables.

"You can't ignore us forever." Chan stated once their items arrived. "You'll eventually have to talk to us."

"So, Mr. Lewis just left class because he got a notification on his phone about something." Serena continued talking like she didn't even hear Chan say something.

"Seriously? During first hour he was distracted that he just gave us a free period while he played on his phone." Melanie added with a laugh. "I wonder what it is."

"I think it would be a good time to talk about what happened during lunch." Felix slowly eased the words out in the open. "Like y'know separately in our own pairs."

"Great idea, Felix. Why don't you guys go do that?" Melanie turned to him with a fake smile while pointing in the direction behind her. "You and Chan can totally go talk all the way over there while Serena and I stay here."

"That's not what I mean."

"Yeah, I know."

Felix let out a sigh before confessing something. "I was the one that stole your Peter the Rabbit keychain back in junior high during our time in Taekwondo club."

"It was you this whole time?"! Melanie let out in shocked with widened eyes. "Why?!"

"Because you brought it everywhere with you and it was just so annoying seeing it wherever you go."

"He was my good luck charm! How could you?"

"Because you paid attention to that little thing you did me."

"Obviously. I didn't even know you."

"We were always sparring partners."

"Are you the one I called Freckles?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, that was you? Wow, you grew up."

"Are you making fun of me? We're practically the same age."

"Same difference. I can't believe you stole him because you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous."

"If you weren't then why steal the keychain and then have Jeongin return it to me?"

While Felix and Melanie continued their little reunion, Serena gathered her drink and bag of chicken bits and quietly left the table to give the duo time to talk. At the same time she had totally forgot about Chan until she heard someone matching her pace when she exited the store. She glanced to her left and saw that Chan was walking alongside her with a few spaces between them.

"You don't live in this direction." Serena stated while giving him a once over. "Why are you headed this way?"

"Because I can." Chan simply answered with a grin. "Have a problem with that?"

"Nope."

Serena smiled at him before cutting him off to jay-walk across the street when there was no on-coming traffic despite it still being red on her end. Chan instantly panicked, ran after her, grabbed her by her backpack, and pulled her back onto the sidewalk.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked her in an angry tone.

"Getting away from you of course. What else would I be doing?" Serena countered trying to get out of his grip, but Chan held a part of her backpack tightly in his fist.

"No you're not. You could have killed yourself going on the streets like that."

"There was no traffic so I was fine."

"That's still dangerous."

"Look, Chan. It shouldn't matter with what you think of my well-being anymore. Okay?"

"No it's not okay, Serena. Of course I would care."

"Oh, really, why? Do you think it's another way of us desperate girls to get the attention of guys like you?"

Chan's jaw tightened as he bit his cheek and let out a breath before speaking.

"I know what I said at lunch time was really idiotic and jerk-like, but I didn't mean it."

"Oh?" Serena let out in an amuse tone. "So was it just your way of trying to be cool in front of your friends?"

"Look, me and the guys haven't had good experiences with making friends without them using us in the past while growing up. That's why it's just the nine of us and why we bonded so quickly. Also it's just our way of protecting ourselves from people like that."

"Right. And you're just gonna let it control your lives while we're still young and have so many things to experience as we get older, Chan. You can't continued to keep using that as an excuse as time goes by."

"It's just complicated."

"Right."

Silence fell between them as the duo stood on the sidewalk with traffic continuing on while Serena was still stuck with Chan holding on to her backpack.

"The chicken tasted really good this time." Chan suddenly complimented Serena's cooking as he gazed at her side profile. "I'm sorry that the kangaroos got ruined when you threw the boxes at me."

"Sorry, not sorry." Serena replied not looking at Chan, but a small formed upon her lips.

"You know that I got a bruise now because of you."

"I'm pretty sure you deserved it."

The corner's of Chan's mouth quirked up. "How am I'm supposed to explained that to the swimming's coach though?"

"Just say that a kangaroo punched you." Serena mused shooting Chan a look although she turned shy realizing that he had been looking at her already.

"I see you still have your sense of humor."

"Always will even without you."

Silence fell between them again, but this time Chan's hand loosen from Serena's backpack and back at his side.

"I'm sorry for being an idiot and reacting the way I did earlier just now." Chan apologized as Serena shook her head. "I should apologized, too. I just wanted to run away from you and not deal with any of this."

"You do know that running away from your problems isn't healthy and will always follow you right? I'm just speaking from personal experience."

"I'm sure you are."

"How about this. We start a new slate and go from there?" Chan suggested as Serena regarded him. "Secretly or not?"

"Whatever you want. I just don't wanna mess up what we had going on again."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, baby girl."

Serena cringed as she made a face him. "Och, don't start that."

"Do you want, princess, instead?" Chan mused as Serena shook her head. "No, that's even worst."

"Okay. Then jagiya it is."

"Oh, hell no. Don't you even, Chan."

Serena said as she lightly punched him and he laughed at her reaction.

"I know you secretly like them. I can tell it from your eyes despite you cringing."

"Shut up. We're not even that deep into the relationship to have pet names. Our own names are fine."

"Hey, at least you can call me, oppa, this time, Serena."

"I'm not calling you, oppa."

"I mean eventually you will unless by then you're already calling me, yeobo."

"Gosh, you're impossible."

"Just for you. Now how about we go catch a movie?"

"No. I wanna nap. How about you catch a movie alone?"

"Why not do both at my place?" Chan cheekily grinned as Serena punched him. "You're going to lose your Stray Kids reputation by the time I'm through with you."

"I lost it already when you and I started dating weeks ago."

"Ugh. You're so annoying."

"But hey, there's must be a reason why you liked me, right?"

"I dunno. I'm beginning to reconsider my choices at the moment."

"Oh, c'mon, Serena. I'll treat you to whatever macarons you want at District 9."

"Stop trying to pacify me with food, Bang Chan."

"Hey, the quickest way to someone's heart is always food."

"Yeah, I'm beginning to reconsider my choices."

"Don't be like that." Chan chuckled as he hooked their arms together and began leading her in the opposite direction. "We'll have the rest of our lives to reconsider our choices later. For now, let's just live in the moment."

"How far ahead are you already looking into our supposed future?"

"We got eight grand-kids and counting."

Serena elbowed his side as Chan just laughed in response.

Meanwhile Melanie finally got Felix to confessed to his junior high crime.

"I just liked you, but you didn't noticed me until we got into high school, but you still didn't remember me." Felix admitted.

"You do realized that we had Taekwondo like once every two weeks, right?" Melanie asked him with a chuckle. "Even then I didn't show up for all of the activities."

"Yeah, I know. I always got stuck with the teacher because of that."

"Well, at least you're a third degree black belt, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"So it wasn't a complete waste."

"I guess."

"Anyways, if you liked me then why did you have to act like that in front of your friends?"

"Because they're teasing is so ridiculous and a bit too much."

"Don't you do the same thing?"

"Yeah, but not when it involves another person that you like."

"Oh yeah, Felix?"

"Ugh, Melanie. Don't make me repeat myself."

"I think you should since you're the one that wanted to talk and you practically stole from me."

"Fine. I like you, Melanie. And I'm sorry about knocking the homemade lunch from your hands and stealing your rabbit key-chain. Anyways, Koya the Koala was actually quite tasty. The rice cakes were good, too. Not too spicy like how others make them." Felix confessed and complimented.

Melanie smiled as she spoke. "I remember you mentioning that you didn't like spicy food that much in history class earlier this year."

"Thanks. Anyways, you wanna go to the arcade or bowling?"

"Don't you have friends to do that with, Felix?"

"I'm basically asking you out on a date, Melanie."

"Oh wow. I didn't think you were capable of such a thing." Melanie teased as Felix rolled his eyes. "Do you want to or not?"

"I dunno. How about you say it again?"

"How about I eat all of your food and give you time to think about it?"

Felix took a piece of her ube and thai tea cake causing Melanie to glared at him.

"Um, excuse you. Don't you have your own food to eat?"

"That's Chan and I don't like any of that, but you can have it."

Felix moved the said items towards Melanie as he took the rest of her ube cake.

"My dude, that's mine."

"I'll buy you another one after this. Think of it as our first date."

"Wow. Bold of you to assume that I would agree to a date."

"Not like you're saying no or anything."

"Charming, aren't you?"

"I know, but I'm pretty sure it's all because of you."

"Don't be cheesy. It's weird."

"I think it comes naturally now that I've grown closer to you, Melanie."

"You're so weird, Felix."

"Just for you. Now, after this I was thinking that we'll go to the arcade so I can show off my arcade skills."

"If you have any that is. I'm quite a pro at arcade games."

"Is that so? Do I feel a challenge coming on?"

"Probably?"

"Alright, bet."

Melanie and Felix both shook hands as they determined who was going to be the loser and discussing the rules and details.

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