“I’m reluctant at this stage in the game to expose you to new ideas, but having taught you all history on a strictly non-gender-orientated basis I just wonder whether it occurs to any of you how dispiriting this can be? Can you for a moment imagine how depressing it is to teach five centuries of masculine ineptitude.
Why do you think there are no women historians on TV? I’ll tell you why: Because history’s not such a frolic for women as it is for men. Why should it be? They never get around the conference table. In 1919, for instance, they just arranged the flowers, then gracefully retired. History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.
And I’m not asking you to espouse this point of view, but the occasional nod in its direction can do you no harm.”
taehyung is the school’s sweetheart and everybody is in love with him (who wouldn’t? he’s part of the drama club, his grades are good, he’s funny, he’s sweet and polite and he’s friends with the school janitor and the lunch lady)
jimin is on the dance club and is one of the many who is in love with kim taehyung
at first taehyung doesn’t even know who park jimin is and jimin wants to keep it that way (but he can’t stop showing up at tae rehearsals)
jimin is quite smart himself, but he can’t understand calculus for shit and one day he’s voicing his suffering to jin in the middle of the hall and jin says that if jimin spent more time studying instead of training his stretching he would understand and taehyung listens and just laughs out loud and jimin just wants to die right there because he would knew that laugh anywhere
taehyung starts explaning the basics and how their teacher isn’t so bad, he just needs a two week vacation and talking a bunch of random shit, and jin is just unimpressed because taehyung is friends with namjoon and jin and namjoon have been dating for almost eight months and nothing taehyung says can impresses him anymore
and then taehyung turns to offer help to jin’s friend with his calculus homework, because he’s sweet like that, but the words just die in his throat because right there in front of him is the prettiest boy he’s ever seen in his 17 years of life
and they both are silent, just staring at each other, blushing their faces off
jimin is freaking out internally because oH MY GOD KIM TAEHYUNGS IS RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF HIM WITH HIS EARS A BIT RED AND HIS CHEEKS PINK AND HOLY SHIT HE’S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL AND JIMIN JUST WANTS TO TOUCH HIS HAIR BECAUSE IT LOOKS SO FLUFFY IN THE HALL’S LIGHTS
and taehyung is just staring at the short boy in front of him, static noise in his mind and his mouth is slightly open and how in hell he didn’t notice this boy before??
and jin is just yo what the fuck are you gays guys doing??
and taehyung just makes up some shitty excuse and runs away, triping on the untied laces of his dirty converse and bumping into people
after that he starts noticing jimin everywhere even despite jimin’s attempts to hide from him
and taehyung really wants to ask jin about him but he doesn’t know how to do that without making it weird
LISTEN TO ME, TAEHYUNG FINDING OUT THAT JIMIN DANCES AND SNEAKING INTO ONE OF HIS PRACTICES TO WATCH HIM DANCE
AND JIMIN KEEPS SNEAKING INTO HIS REHEARSALS TO WATCH TAEHYUNG ACT
AND THEY’RE JUST SNEAKING AT EACH OTHER
and somehow they start talking to each other
and running into each other in the hallway
and somehow they go from weird conversations about their common interests to taehyung walking jimin to his classes
and they go from that to texting
and jimin’s crush just keeps growing and growing and he knows that taehyung likes him too, ok?? he’s not that oblivious, thank you yoongi
and taehyung really do likes him, quite a lot actually, and he knows about jimin’s crush because jimin is obvious as fuck
but both of them are too shy to actually do something about it, so they just swim around each other, all weird flirting and red cheeks and waling each other to class
and yoongi just wants them to make out already because the sexual and romantical tension is making him frustrated but jin insists that sooner or later they’ll sort their shit out
and then jimin really needs to study for the calculus test at the end of the week and taehyung offers to help him after school
and it’s the first time that they’re actually alone together
taehyung is so nervous he keeps droping his pen and bumping his feet into jimin’s white vans
and jimin’s cheeks are permanently red and he can’t stop biting his lip
and it is kind of a first date, it feels like a first date
and in the end taehyung walks jimin to his house, their hands brushing and the comfortable silence between them just making things more intimate
and they stop by jimin’s door and taehyung is feeling bold today, so he grabs jimin’s left hand and intertwine their fingers, and he’s dying because his hand is so much bigger then jimin’s
and jimin just looks up at him, and suddenly the height difference seems much bigger right now
and their hearts are beating so hard you could probably listen from up street
taehyung wants to kiss him but he know it’s too soon (jimin secretly wants him to)
and jimin is feeling bold too, so he reaches up and kisses taehyung’s cheek, his lips lingering on taehyung’s flushed skin, way too close to his mouth
and taehyung’s world freezes and his hart isn’t even beating anymore, his dead for sure, the last thing he felt were jimin’s lips on his skin (he thinks it’s a really good way to die) and then everything is over and jimin is running inside and slaming the door
taehyung just stands there staring into the space for a whole fucking minute before his mind catches up on what just happened and he starts blushing so fucking hard he thinks his face is on fire
meanwhile jimin is standing behind the door, giggling and sweating and replayin the moment inside his head over and over again
and if this is the state that they are after holding hands, can you imagine what they would be like after their first kiss??
Everyone wanted to date Y/N, the fact you had no interest in dating any high school boy only made it more of a competition for their stupid egos. It wasn’t that you thought you were too good for them, you just wanted to save yourself the heartbreak and embarrassment after everything goes sour. You just wanted to go to school and have a laugh with some friends, that didn’t make boys a top priority on your list. Well that’s how it used to be anyway. There was something about Stiles Stilinski’s goofiness that you adored, how he took the blame for his friends all the time, how he didn’t care to embarrass himself in front of the class as long as he’s protecting someone else from doing it.
You had a free period so you decided to do some extra studying in the library, your friends were all going for something to eat but they were bringing their boyfriends and their friends. So In other words it would be you having a bunch of guys hit on you, while your friends moan at you for being too ‘prude’ or ‘high maintenance’. You were recapping your knowledge on stem cells when you heard the library doors swing open. You briefly glanced up to see Stiles walking in, you followed him with your eyes until he looked back at you. He then suddenly covered his face with the folder he was holding and scrambled to sit on an empty seat at the back of the room. You shook your head and smiled, looking back down at your work. It wasn’t until ten minutes later that you felt the chair opposite you be uneasily pulled out. You heard a loud panting and books being slammed down on the desk. “It’s about time, I thought you’d never get the balls to come over” you claimed, still reading your textbook. “You knew I was going to come over?” he asked, finally catching his breath. “No. But I knew you wanted to” you replied, finally looking up at him. Catching his brown eyes reflect the glare of the light. “Did you want me to?” he interrogated, leaning forward. “Did I want you to what?” you asked sarcastically. He gave you a questioning look, while trying not to laugh, “So where’s your friends?” he asked, looking around. “You sure love asking questions” you grinned. “And you sure love giving short answers” he fired back. “They’ve gone for something to eat” you finally told. “They left you here?” he questioned, like it was the most unjust thing he’d ever heard. “No, I just didn’t feel like going” you shrugged. “ I was going to say, because you are way too pretty to be alone” he said, clearly on accident.“Are you flirting with me Stilinski?” you smirked. “Yes, I mean only if you want me to be flirting then I am, only if you want me to be-” He began rambling, before stopping himself after realising you were trying not to laugh. “Oh god, that was embarrassing” he said, rubbing his neck. “No, it was kind of sweet” you reassured. “Well, I think I’ve took enough humiliation to last a lifetime. See you.” he picked up his books and began to walk away. “Stiles, wait!” you shouted, getting up and running over to him. “Hey erm, my friend’s having a fancy dress party later and she said I could bring someone” you said, sounding somewhat nervous. “And you wanted me to ask Scott if he would go with you” he said out of routine. “Actually, I was wondering if you would go with me” you smiled. “Seriously?” he asked, looking up. “Seriously, unless you don’t want to-” you began. “So, ill see you at eight?” he said, almost immediately. “See you then” you replied, walking back to your seat. You couldn’t help but watch as he beamed out of the library, you also couldn’t help laughing when you saw his victory air pump when he thought you weren’t looking.
“Guess who landed a date with Y/F/N” Stiles said smugly, sitting down at his lunch table. “Don’t tell me it’s Greenburg, he’s been eyeing her up all year” Allison said, shaking her head. “No, guys it’s me, I did” he announced, like they all should of known. “No you did not, she’s way out of your league” Isaac smirked. “Says the guy in the scarf. I’m picking her up tonight for a costume party” he beamed. “I dont think that’s a good idea” Scott said fermly. “Why not?” he asked. “Maybe because you’re possessed by an evil spirit that can take over at any second” Lydia said bluntly. “I have it under control! This is my one chance and I’m not screwing this up!” Stiles raised his voice. “You need to cancel!” Scott demanded. Everyone glanced over at your lunch table, you were laughing at some joke one of your friends told. “Y/N’s a sweet girl, if you liked her you wouldn’t put her at risk” Allison shrugged. “It’s going to be fine, I know what I’m doing” Stiles said, picking up his lunch and throwing it in the bin. He stormed outside, putting one of his backpack straps in his mouth, a clear sign of his anxiousness. ”There is no way in hell we’re letting him do this” Scott stated. “We haven’t got a choice, he seemed pretty determined to me” Lydia said, opening a bottle of water. “If we cant change his mind, maybe we can change hers?” Isaac suggested. “You heard him, he’s liked her since forever. We cant ruin it for him completely” Allison said. “Well what other choice do we have?” Scott asked. “Well I’m down for a costume party” Lydia hinted. “No way on earth” Isaac shook his head. “That doesn’t sound so bad” Scott agreed. “Great, I’ll get us all invited by the end of the day, tops” Lydia smiled, picking up her tray just as the lunch bell went.
You looked in the mirror one last time and brushed down your dress, removing any remaining creases. For once, you weren’t met by the normal self consciousness you usually got before a party but a radiating happiness. You knew Stiles wasn’t going to judge or rate you, like the normal idiots your friends set you up with. When you heard his jeep pull into your driveway you didn’t feel the urge to wait a few minutes before letting him in, you actualy got that butterfly feeling and were excited to see him again. You grabbed your phone and clutch, picked up your heels and ran down to open the door. “Heyy” you said smiling wildly. “Hey you” he grinned, surprised by your eagerness. You opened the door all the way and leant against the frame to slip your heels on. “You look stunning” Stiles said gawping. “Thank you, you look very handsome yourself” you laughed to stop yourself from blushing. He opened his jeep door for you and helped you get in, before walking over to the drivers side. Before he turned the engine on, he sat there still staring at you while you topped up your lipstick using his wind view mirror. “Sorry I didn’t have enough time to get a costume” he said, gesturing to his usual plain top and jeans. “It’s ok, you look fine” you assured, clipping your seatbelt in. For the journey you both sat there, having sassy conversations and lip singing to songs on the radio. He was practically the male version of you, he just had friends that accepted him for him.
When you arrived you took a deep breath, you weren’t prepared for everyone to ask you why you were with Stiles. But as soon as he opened the car door for you and linked your arm, all of your doubts faded. When he was around, you couldn’t help but smile. He walked you in with a proud expression after seeing the crowds of jealous boys staring at the pair of you. What you didn’t understand was why girls weren’t falling at Stiles’ feet, sure he’s socially awkward but also hot as hell. He walked you over to a corner and you spoke, while people came and greeted you. You were talking to one of your friends and their date when you noticed Stiles kept looking around. “Are you ok?” you asked quietly. He stared at you blankly for a second, before nodding his head and smiling. Later on, it was just the pair of you leaning against the back fence chilling. He looked over your shoulder and then suddenly ducked. You furrowed your brows and began to turn around before he grabbed your shoulders quickly so you were still facing him. “What’s going on?” you asked confused. “Erm nothing, I’m just going to the toilet and maybe you should get us someee… drinks for when I get back” he stalled, before disappearing into the crowd of people. You stood there, before hesitantly going to the drinks table which was in the opposite direction. ”What the hell are you doing here?” Stiles hissed, approaching his friends that were all gathered in a corner. “And what are you supposed to be, mentally retarded?” Isaac asked, referring to his non existent costume. “We came to make sure everything was ok” Allison claimed. “No, you came to check on me” Stiles retort. “We’re just doing what’s right” Scott told. “Just make sure she doesn’t see you!” Stiles demanded. “Make sure who doesn’t them?” you asked standing next to him, two cups in hand. “Oh god” he jumped. “Hey, I’m Y/N. I’ve met Allison and Scott but I don’t think I’ve met you guys” you smiled. “I’m Lydia and that’s a really pretty dress. I can already see us going shopping together” she greeted, you handed Stiles the drinks as she pulled you into a hug. “And you’re Isaac, right?” you asked. He nod and kissed your hand rather than hugging you, causing Stiles to mumble under his breath. “Just one question, Stiles hasn’t done anything strange yet has he?” Isaac questioned bluntly, causing the others to glare at him. “Not particularly” you answered sceptically. “Well as great as this little get together was, I think we’ll be off” Stiles said, gesturing you to follow him. “You can stay here and talk to us, I’m sure Y/N would like to get to know us better anyway” Allison said quickly. “Well it’s our first date so I think we should get to know each other first” he said guiding you away before they could say anything else.
You and Stiles walked out the back gate, to get some privacy so you could talk without having to shout over the music or be interrupted every 5 seconds by one of your friends or a drunk boy trying to hit on you. It was a cold night, you wouldn’t think it in the back garden with all the dancing people and bonfire but as soon as you took a step out of there you were hit by the breeze. You turned to look at Stiles who was holding his head. “Hey, are you ok? Do you need some water?” you kept asking, not knowing it sounded muffled to him. He stood up and turned around, giving you such a weird look, it was like a whole different person. You backed away slowly to the gate but he grabbed your wrist before you could go any further. “You’re hurting me” you winced. “We’re going on a walk” he stated, dragging your arm down the empty street. “Scott what’s wrong?” Lydia asked as the four of them walked through the crowd. “He’s took her” Isaac answered. They burst out of the gate, ”They’ve gone” Allison panicked. “If he’s gone void they could be anywhere” Lydia paced. “Cant you catch a scent?” Allison asked. “Of him yes, of her no” Scott stated. “Wont they be together?” Isaac queried. “The forest, it’s a 5 minute walk from here” Lydia claimed. “That’s where he’s taking her” Allison run her hands through her hair. “Then we need to find them, fast!” Scott exclaimed.
“Y/N!” Stiles called mockingly. “Leave me alone” you cried. By now you had already took your heels off and thrown them at him, only for him to dodge them and laugh. You ran through the trees, as twigs snapped under your bare feet. Your chest was pounding, not only out of fear but out of the exhaustion and bitter air. You turned around, noticing he was no longer a few steps behind you. You’ve seen how this goes, it’s on every Tv show. The second you stop running or hide he’ll be there so you had no other choice but to carry on even when you physically couldn’t anymore. He stopped calling your name and you stopped hearing his footsteps. You knew your feet were bleeding, you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait it out until the morning. The only option you had left was to find your way out of the forest, but you didn’t know it as well as Stiles. The only way you knew was going back past the old burnt house, but you had no idea where to find it from where you were now. You ran down a smaller trail on your left, your legs and arms being stung the whole way, you checked to make sure he wasn’t following. When you turned back around you bumped into something, into someone. “Y/N” he smiled, like it was some twisted game. You glanced down at his hand to see him gripping a thick branch, you then saw him swing it towards you. You fell hard onto the ground, hitting your head. All you could see was the blurry figure towering above you, “Please, Stiles don't” you murmered, trying to drag yourself away. “Such a waste, especially on Stiles. Pretty, but stupid enough to believe anything anyone says” he said, kicking your arm so you stopped moving. “Why are you doing this?” you grovelled. “Always the same questions, no one has any originality” he said, lifting the branch again. “Stiles” you whispered crying. “Stiles!” someone shouted. All you saw was the shadow of two bigger forces knocking him over. “Are you ok?” someone asked, lifting you up. “I don’t, I don’t know-” you slurred, before passing out.
“We need to tell her” a low voice said. “How are we supposed to do that?” another one asked. You opened your eyes, to an unfamiliar location. “Y/N, don’t worry, you’re in Scott’s living room” Allison spoke softly. “What happened?” you questioned nervously. “Don’t be scared, nothings going to happen to you” Lydia smiled sympathetically. “You didn’t answer my question” you stated, sitting up and moving the blanket they had put on you. “I’ll tell her” Stiles mumbled walking in. You tensed up in fear, until you were met with a nod from Scott, you trusted him. You relaxed slightly and crossed your arms. “I’m possessed by an ancient spirit that tried to kill you last night but I promise it wasn’t me” he rambled. “I thought you were different, but you really are one big joke” you snarled, standing up. “Scott’s a werewolf” he added quickly. “You were only supposed to tell her about you” Scott huffed. “Well it didn’t work” he bit back. “We’re not insane, I promise. Just hear him out” Allison said, before you walked out of the door way. “You have five minutes” you said with an eye roll. “We can prove it, you just have to trust us” Lydia intervened. You nod your sighed. You looked up to see Scott’s eyes glowing red. “What the fu- how did you do that?” you asked, mesmerised. “I’m an alpha” Scott smiled. You learnt a lot that morning: Hunters, Werewolves, Werecoyotes, A Nogitsune, Oni and a possible Kitsune. You didn’t want to believe them, but you were ready to. You knew there was something strange about Beacon Hills but you just shrugged it off. After what you heard you were scared, but happy to be in the know of everything. “I promise i’ll do everything I can so I don’t hurt you again” Stiles said, standing next to you. “I know you will” you said quietly. He squeezed your hand and rubbed it with his thumb. “I was wondering if we could maybe start fresh if I make it through this” He said, staring at his shoes. “It’s going to be ok, ill be with you every step. Now I’m going home for shower and Scott’s picking me back up later for my very first pack meeting” you claimed, standing up. You began to walk out before quickly kissing him on the cheek, “And yes, we can start over” you winked. You beamed out of Scott’s house, excited for the new chapter in your life. Not knowing the events that were soon taking place, that would soon change your life forever.
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They’ve stuck him in the basement, away from everyone else. She wonders fleetingly if it’s because
they’re scared of him, of his ideas.
Find out what he knows.
She smooths her skirt and knocks on the basement door. There’s no going back from this. Once
she’s seen him, he’s seen her, there is no going back. But there was no going back two years ago. There was no going back when
she was lying on a metal table—
But she can’t think that.
“Nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted,” a male voice calls, and she thinks, But they do want you. Your research. You just don’t know it yet.
She steps in the room, feeling exposed, feeling like a high school girl on a first date. He looks up at her, grin on his face. Her first impression of him is of a boy she dated in high school, single-minded and driven (though
the high school boy only had sex on his mind.) His face is boyish, youthful exuberance.
But she cannot, will not be drawn in by him, by boyish charm and youthful exuberance and a smile that could light up a room. She is here to prove him wrong. She is here to debunk his wild notions and theories.
(She is here to spy on him and report back, but he will never know that.)
Why, she knows he would ask. Why risk everything reporting back to men on a cause she isn’t
Maybe because she doesn’t expect to find anything.
This is what she has to do to succeed, as a woman—sleep or spy, love or betray. They will never
take her seriously if she doesn’t do this.
She is drawn to him immediately, his drive and charm. She knows who he is, has read his work. She
knows him on paper like she knows her own skin (because it’s her job. Because she’s required to.)
“That’s not even the third weirdest thing I
have seen this month.”
While April resents being perceived as nice and Tanya struggles with the fact that her age sets her apart and affects how the others see her, Ram tries to craft an image for himself, fit for Coal Hill’s arrogant star footballer. But it’s a sloppy attempt, at best, of a boy who assures “I shag around!” after taking a leap into a world of shadows with only one look back, to think of his father.
Ram mimes the bully, but picks on the only boy in the school whose reaction to his taunts will only be light bewilderment. Even if he doesn’t appear to care much about his academic performance, when his insecurities surface, he suddenly becomes a stickler for detail - it’s a “meteor of truth”, after all. Ram isolates himself from others and doesn’t even seem to have friends on the football team, but the second he begins to open up, we see just how much he cares. He might remain abrasive and likely to lash out under pressure, but that does not make him any less loyal, brave or smart. And with all these contradictions, he is firmly the hero of Class. And imperfect, rash hero. With so much love to give and so much depth to show for it.
Summary: Part 4. You hated Jung Hoseok with a passion; it seemed to be his life’s purpose to be completely unhelpful when it came to cooperating with you.
Word Count: 1,572
A/N: Ah, another update for you all as an apology for being very AWOL despite promising to update more. I should have more scenarios up tonight so be on the look out for those. Also, let me know what you think of this series or any others that you’ve been reading; I’d love to know what y’all think!
dreaded returning to school the following Monday, and yet you found yourself in
your brother’s car being driven to a place you really couldn’t be bother to go
remained quiet throughout the entire trip, slightly worrying Seokjin who would
cast unsure side glances at you as he focused on the road. You assured him your
were tired – still recovering from the events of the weekend – and he
begrudgingly accepted the excuse, but not before reminding you that he would
kick anyone’s ass if you wanted, no questions asked.
thanked him but internally laughed at his remark.
used that as a warning but in reality it was highly unlikely.
remainder of the journey consisted of you mentally preparing yourself for the
possible events of the oncoming school day.
Hoseok would leave you alone. Maybe he’ll oust your crush in the cafeteria. Maybe
he had forgotten your agreement and would act as though nothing happened.
was Jung Hoseok, the most unpredictable person you knew personally.
perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad, you thought.
was annoying, sure, but he was reasonable.
he wouldn’t be that bad.
pulled your lips into a smile as you consoled yourself, walking the familiar
path and pausing at your locker.
it was only the beginning of the week – it couldn’t start off that badly-