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When You Come Home (Epilogue)

Part OneTwo, Three12 Days

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: The real finale.

Warnings: Just have fun, honestly.

Word Count: 12,303

AN:

Wow, you guys. That’s seriously all we can say. Like man, it’s been an adventure of a lifetime, lemme just say that. I mean, we can’t believe we wrote this entire thing (and that alone was so much fun, holy moly), but the fact that you guys enjoyed it?

We’re seriously so emotional. You guys have no idea.

Thank you so much to all of you that joined us on this journey. It’s been such an honor to receive such incredible, touching compliments on a daily basis, and we can’t stress how much we truly love you. Our hearts are so full of love for each and every one of you, and we’re so grateful to have been able to share a part of our hearts (and insanity) with you.

I can’t tell you how much yelling has been going on behind the scenes– Well, I’m sure y’all could imagine, but take whatever you’re imagining and multiply it by ten thousand. All of this yelling has been because of all of you (this is supposed to be a sweet sentiment, just take it, we’re hoarse, omg).

Again, thank you so much for your support, kindness, and love. We love you all so much. Thank you for making us two very happy dorky nerds. You’re all so amazing.

And so it’s with great pleasure that we present to you the epilogue.

- Team GTNW -

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As much as you wanted to jump right into the next chapter of your life with the absolute love of your life, you knew it was best to let time run its course. The two of you decided to spend some time apart to just let things rest for a while, to regroup and think about what comes next, to prepare for the journey that was to come.

You’d both come to the agreement that you’d spend the next two months living your own lives, submerging yourselves back in the mundanity of work, giving the universe a much needed break (or rather, maybe the universe needed to give you guys a break).

That was the plan. Except two weeks after your reunion on the fire escape, your phone dinged with a new text message.

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anonymous asked:

so i listened to be more chill for the first time and don't fully understand it. could u explain the plot??

Here’s script by the way: read here  I’ll go by songs to summarize it. Also this took me an hour to write up. That’s how much I love you guys.

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For @mylastvow who made my day with her comment, hope you like it!

Part 1 | Part 2

When Rosie turned four Sherlock decided to sign her up for ballet classes. They made a big to do over it and went shopping for several different leotards, tights, and tutus and one special pair of little ballet shoes. Come Monday morning, she was nervous but she hid it well as her papa got her ready for class. Her hair wasn’t quite long enough for a bun, but Sherlock put it in a high ponytail with loose curly tendrils hanging down here and there.  Once she was ready, he couldn’t contain himself. 

“We must take a picture and send it to your daddy at work.”  Rosie beamed.  She stood in first position just like her papa had shown her and left him snap a few pictures.  Sherlock sent them all to John who sent back comments such as ‘look at our little girl she’s growing up to fast’ and ‘beautiful’ as well as ‘have fun at class and behave yourself’. (The behave yourself was for Sherlock.)

Sherlock texted back and informed John he would be the model parent and honestly, John couldn’t disagree with that because when it came to parenting Rosie, he took it very seriously.

It was in the cab on the way to class that Rosie began to get nervous.  “Papa, what if everyone laughs at me or what if everyone is better than me?”

Sherlock hushed her, “Rosie, you will be just fine, all the little boys and girls coming to your class today have the same fears, but you will all start at the same pace and learn together.  There is nothing to be afraid of, and if you make a mistake, you practise it again until you get it right.  Besides, you also have a bit of an advantage, your papa can help you practise at home remember?  Papa took ballet when he was young like you.”

She giggle, her eyes going big, “I can’t imagine that.”

“Well if you like, I will give you a demonstration someday and don’t forget who showed you how to do the first position.”

“I thought you just looked that up online to make me feel better.”

Sherlock feigned surprise and then kissed her on her forehead. “And look, here we are dance class.”

Sherlock paid the cabbie and they got out of the cab and headed into the building.  Upon entering the class, they found all the parents chatting in a small group with their toddlers clinging to their legs afraid to let go.  There was only one little boy and he looked terrified.  Rosie marched over to him and said “Hi I’m Rosie, what’s your name?”

He bashfully replied, ”Evan.”

“Well Evan, you can sit next to me because I’ll tell you a secret, my papa used to practise ballet when he was our age and he says we will all learn together and have fun.”

Evan smiled brightly and Rosie giggled and Evan’s mom mouthed thank you to Sherlock and he just nodded and took a seat in the back of the room as the teacher called the class to order.

The teacher was a bright young girl who quickly took control of her class and had them stand in a circle holding hands and then sat down.  The children raptly paid attention and did as instructed as she took them through moves that had them stretch properly.

They started by sitting with their toes out in front of them and flexing their feet front and back while saying hello and goodbye to their toes which drew giggles, but it was effective. In not time they had the move down.

The next move, their feet stayed in front of them, but this time they used their arms to stretch.  She had them stretch their arms tall like they were reaching for stars and then once they had an armful she would tel them to bring them back to their chests only then to throw them up in the air again.

They moved on to to concentrating on their legs, where they put their feet together and knees out to the side and then she had them bend forward towards their feet to stretch.  After they sat back up, she had them flap their knees up and down and wave their arms and took turns asking them what color butterfly they were, Evan said blue and Rosie said purple and there were a lot of yellows and pinks and oranges from the other girls. So they had a whole rainbow.

The next stretch required them to lie on their stomachs and up with their arms while their legs and hips remained on the ground. After a couple of ups and down, they did the second part of the exercise where they were to take their right arm back and try to grab their right foot and then switch and do the left. Some children got this and some did not but the teacher assured them by practising here and at home, they would surely get it in no time.

Now they were ready for the last stretch.  They sat on their knees and curled into a small ball.  Then they stretched their body upward becoming very tall, all the way up and then back down again into a small ball.  They did this several times.

By the time she got them standing from this exercise, the kids had her complete attention and half the class had was over. She began to take them through the positions.  She ended up making it through all five with the kids mimicking her and some did well and others would need a lot more practice and then at the end of the class she finished with a few cool down stretches and released the children to their parents who had been quiet the entire instruction time watching.

Rosie grabbed Evan’s hand and ran over to Sherlock, “Papa, did you see us? How did we do?”

“The two of you did wonderful as did all of the other girls in the class.” Sherlock said loud enough so they could all hear.  He remembered back from his days of class some children didn’t get any praise because their parents didn’t care or pay attention or even stay for the lesson.

“So can we come back for more lessons?” She asked as this had been a free lesson designed to get the children interested in dance, he crouched down in front of her, “this is a commitment and you have to come to all the classes and practise the assignments the teacher gives you, this isn’t something to take lightly.”

“I know papa, I will.  I’ll come to all the classes and practise at home and you can help me when I get stuck,” and then Rosie turned to Evan. “Evan, will you be coming back?”

Evan looked up at his mum and asked if he could, “If that’s what you want honey, we can even come on the same days as your new friend here so you know someone.”

So between Sherlock and Evan’s mum, they decided Tuesdays and Thursdays at 10 worked best and signed them up.

Rosie was delighted as she was putting her coat on and telling Sherlock she couldn’t wait for her daddy to get home from work so she could tell him all about ballet class and show him some of what she learned.  Sherlock smiled at her and they walked down to catch a cab.

When they got home, Sherlock made her lunch while Rosie practised the new things she had learned in class today.

John was in for an earful when he would arrive home from work tonight.

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High School (1/2)

Summary: It is alternate universe where Steve goes to the same high school as the reader but she is very shy and quiet while he is very popular. Lindsay is there to make reader’s life miserable. 

Pairings: AU!Steve Rogers x Reader 

Word Count: 1,940

Warnings: Angst, reader gets picked on a lot and she get’s called “retard”

A/N: This was requested by @ruby-rose789 and I’m sorry it’s two parts. It just got way too long and I didn’t want to drag it. Next part will be very fluffy, I promise and I recommend checking out, ‘A Little Princess’. It is amazing! 


Originally posted by boston-boy-evans

Y/N walked through the halls with her head down, trying to get to her locker without any problems. There were a lot of other people that made walking down the hall difficult for a person that is shy and quiet; like Y/N. It was ironic really, that the quiet people got more attention than the loud ones, well usually they got attention from others who hated them, like how Y/N got attention from Lindsey Montenegro. Lindsey Montenegro was the most popular girl in the school which happened mostly because her dad is the principal which makes everyone fear her and it also made her have power. Power to make everyone’s life miserable by picking on them, even if they’re doing nothing but breathing.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could do like a hc for the RFA + others asking MC out in high school? Idk why but I think it would be pretty cute :) Thanks, and I love your account!!

Omg, a high school AU ^^
In Saeyoung and Saeran’s case, just imagine they were taken from their mom and adopted by somebody else when they were young so EVERYTHING IS HAPPY.
Also, in Zen’s case, he didn’t drop out, obviously.
These turned out WAY longer than I had planned lol

Yoosung:
-You knew Yoosung got lots of secret admirers and date offers. It made you… jealous.
-You wanted to ask Yoosung out too, but you weren’t ready. You were too nervous. What if he just denied you like he denied everyone else? Would it ruin the friendship you’ve built over so many years?
-Because of that, you decided you wouldn’t ask him out. You didn’t want to put your friendship at risk.
-Yoosung, however, was going through the same kind of doubt.
-He has had a crush on you for years but he doubted you felt the same way. Sure, girls were on their hands and knees begging for him to date them, so he shouldn’t have such low confidence, right?
-Nope. Even though people would fuss over him, he knew in his heart you didn’t love him back.
-So, sadly, it’s a while before he actually asks you out.
-He’s tired of wondering “what if” and imagining a future with you he might not even have.
-He asks you out on a normal day. You were eating lunch together in the school’s picnic area outside. There weren’t many other people, so it was perfect.
-You sat on opposite sides of the table. As you chatted over lunch, Yoosung grew nervous.
-It’s now or never.
-“So, um, _____, I have something to tell you.”
-You swallowed some food. “Okay, what’s up?”
-You were obviously a bit nervous about what he was going to say, but he was ten times more scared. His heart was hammering away as he took a deep breath.
-“I hope this doesn’t change anything, but, _____… I really like you. As in… I was wondering if you’d like to be my boy/girlfriend…?”
-You swear you almost choke on your food.
-“What? Me?”
-Yoosung nods. He looked so terrified, like he was preparing for you to laugh at his feelings and call him names. He’s scared that you’ll never want to see him again or that he creeped you out, really, his mind is playing worse case scenarios.
-“…Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, I’d love that. I didn’t think you’d ever ask… I’ve actually… had a crush on you for a while.”
-You nervously scratch the back of your neck and mumble that last part.
-Yoosung shoots up from where he sat. “Really?! You’ll be mine?!”
-You chuckled. “Yes, Yoosung. I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”
-He’s blushing like mad.
-He runs over to your side of the table and engulfs you in a really tight, loving hug.
-He is so relieved.
-This is the best day ever. His dreams are all coming true. He can’t stop smiling for weeks.
-At school, he doesn’t like too much PDA. Just hand holding and occasional kisses on the cheek, forehead, or temple are enough for him.
-You help him with his studies, and he helps you with yours. Both of your grades benefit.
-He loves taking you out to parks for dates. It’s his favorite. You go there very very often.
-Everybody that knew him, even just a little bit, notices that he is so much happier now that the two of you are dating.
-Cutest couple in the yearbooks will likely be the two of you, as long as the kids that had crushes on him before don’t hold a grudge.

Zen:
-Zen was an obvious bad boy in high school. (ALSO A THEATER NERD). It wasn’t uncommon to hear girls whisper about him either.
-It’s surprising he wasn’t reprimanded for his gang activities. Somehow he was still here.
-You didn’t drool and lust over him like some girls did. You had more innocent intentions.
-You had dreams of going on dates and holding hands with him. Sometimes, you would imagine what it would be like to marry him.
-Your own daydreams would fluster you.
-For the longest time, you doubted he even knew you existed. But, one day, he saw you sitting alone outside the school on a bench, reading a book from the library.
-He sat next to you.
-“Hi.”
-Such a simple, two letter word, but it made you question if this was reality or a dream.
-“Hi,” you said back.
-“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Hyun,” he held his hand out. A handshake would have normally seemed formal, but now, with him offering it, it felt gentlemanly.
-Your heart caught in your throat as you put your hand in his. Your hands fit so perfectly together like you had imagined they would.
-“I know. I’m _____.”
-“I know,” he smiled and gently shook your hand. “I’ve seen you around, but, why are you out here all alone? A lovely girl/boy such as yourself shouldn’t be left alone like that. You never know what kind of bad people might show up.”
-“…Like you?”
-His eyes widened
-“Uh, that’s not what I meant. I’m harmless, really! I just meant a creep might start talking to you.”
-You raised an eyebrow.
-“I’m not a creep though! Definitely not!” you suppressed a giggle at how flustered he was. “Ah… I’m not really helping my case, am I?”
-After his rambling of ensuring that he was not a bad person (which you never thought he was, you were just messing with him), you both talk for what feels like hours.
-After that, you guys talk more often during school. You become a bit flustered anytime he compliments you, which he does pretty often.
-You both quickly become best friends and your crush on him only grows. You had a good influence on him, too. He didn’t do nearly as much gang activities as you two became close.
-Time goes on and you’ve been best friends for three months.
-He finally gathers up courage to confess his feelings to you.
-He meets you on the same bench he introduced himself to you on after school one day.
-Nobody else was around, so it was perfect.
-You sat together and carried a normal conversation before Hyun spoke up and told you “I have a question for you, _____.”
-You grew nervous. “Okay, what is it?”
-He took a deep breath. He was surprisingly nervous because he really wants this to go well. The patient but slightly worried expression on your face made his cheeks turn warm. You looked adorable. His heart picked up speed.“Don’t think I’m weird, but… I’ve had a, uh… a crush on you since I first saw you. A-and it’s only gotten bigger since we became friends. So, _____… will you be my boy/girlfriend?”
-You were frozen and staring at him with wide eyes. “Really?”
-Hyun nodded. “Yes, but you don’t have to say yes. I understand if you don’t-”
-“I do.”
-“Huh?”
-“I’d love to be your boy/girlfriend, Hyun.”
-His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Seriously?”
-You laugh. “Yes, you dork.”
-He smiles the biggest smile you’ve ever seen and gives you a giant hug. “You’ve made me the happiest guy ever, _____. Thank you so much.”
-You were both hugging, smiling, blushing messes, but you were also the happiest people on earth.
-After that, at school, lots of PDA.
-Kisses, hand holding, hugging, cute nicknames, longing stares, all of it.
-You’ve caught the attention of many less than satisfied staff members that always yell at you.
-Hyun’s gotten written up so many times for kissing you during school.
-The girls are jealous of you, which makes him very protective over you. He would hate if you compared yourself to them.
-He quits his gang and lives a much quieter life. Like I said, you have a good impact on him. His grades improve with your help and you cheer him on at every theater performance. You bring him flowers every time and he keeps them until they are practically disintegrated.
-You bring him lunch everyday, or you pay to buy him lunch, because he never eats lunch.
-He takes you on so many dates. Any location you can think of around town, he’s taken you there.
-It’s likely you’d be voted for cutest couple when year books are released if it wasn’t for the jealous girls.

Jaehee:
-She was such a quiet kid, but she wasn’t necessarily shy.
-She quietly completed all of her assignments on time and didn’t let conversing with her classmates distract her. She was a very hard working kid. Everyone knew she was, too. Sometimes they’d take advantage of that when they had to work in groups. They’d make Jaehee do all of the work. It, frankly, pissed you off.
-Out of class, however, you and her talked for hours.
-You had both been best friends since the beginning of your freshman year when you asked her for directions. It turned out you had some classes together, so you hung out often, including at lunch.
-You both had the same group of friends and they all knew that you both had crushes on each other.
-They would constantly tell the both of you to make the first move, but you both denied every time.
-“You should totally ask out Jaehee.”
-“But what if she doesn’t like me?”
-*everyone collectively face palms*
-With a lot of convincing, they finally get Jaehee to confess to you.
-She’s never been more nervous in her life. As your friends suggested, she was going to meet you before school in the back of the library and confess to you. It’s the most secluded place in the school, so you were guaranteed privacy.
-So, you met her there first thing in the morning.
-You could tell she was on edge when she stumbled over her words while trying to say “good morning”.
-“Jaehee, are you alright? Is something bothering you?”
-“No, everything is okay,” she smiled. “I’m alright. I just… wanted to talk to you about something.”
-Anxiety bubbled up in your chest. “Okay, sure, what’s on your mind?”
-She guided you to sit down on one of the chairs and then took the seat next to you.
-“Listen, _____… this is really hard to say. I, um… I’ve…”
-She has rehearsed over and over again in the mirror last night, why is she struggling to get the words out now?
-“_____… I…”
-You put your hand on hers and gently said “Jaehee, whatever it is, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want-”
-“I really like you, _____!” she blurted out.
-She immediately turned red and stared at your hand on hers. The sudden contact and the way that you spoke to her… it kind of forced the words out of her.
-“You do?”
-She nodded. It’s too late to turn back now. Her heart was going faster than ever as she waited for you to respond.
-“That’s a relief.”
-She looked up at you. “Huh?”
-“I’ve always wanted to be your boy/girlfriend.”
-She took a minute to process what you had confessed. Then a huge smile spread across her face. “So, you’ll be my boy/girlfriend?!”
-“Yes, of course,” you giggle at her.
-She hugs you tightly. “I’m so happy I could cry.”
-“Let’s meet up after school and go out, okay?”
-Her heart sped up even more. Not only did you just accept to being her lover, but you just asked her out on a date. You.
-Her poor heart can’t take it.
-She agrees. You both have an amazing first date that you will remember quite literally forever.
-At school, she is scared to hold your hand or show any PDA because she’s afraid of being judged.
-Eventually, she can’t stand not being able to hold hands in the hallways or sneak kisses when the teachers aren’t looking, so she gives in and does it anyway (with your consent).
-The other kids, thankfully, don’t pay any attention to you both as you happily walk hand in hand to class together.
-The only kids that do pay attention to you are your group of friends that aggressively ship you two.
-As you’re walking, you’ll sometimes hear “AW YOU GUYS ARE GOALS” or “(SHIPNAME) IS CANON" from across the hallway.
-Or whenever they see you and Jaehee even near each other, they awe and do heart hands to you two.
-You get peace when you’re away from them, though. That’s Jaehee’s favorite; getting to be alone with you.
-Also, study buddies!!!
-You guys do homework together everyday.

Jumin:
-Relationships were never something Jumin thought about in high school.
-Well… at least we wasn’t supposed to…
-He ever thought of relationships as anything necessary. They seemed pointless and he had no interest in them.
-But, when he looked at you, he understood the fuss about being in a romantic relationship.
-You seemed to have some affect on him that nobody else did.
-You gave him feelings he never knew were possible. He was very confused.
-You and Jumin had been friends for years and over that time, he developed feelings for you.
-Jihyun was actually the one who asked Jumin about you. He saw how Jumin acted around you and asked him about it. In response, Jumin asked him about what his strange emotions are. He had a feeling they were romantic, but he had no previous experiences to confirm or deny it.
-Jihyun, thankfully, cleared things up.
-In high school, he only ever hung out with Jihyun and you. You got along with the both of them perfectly.
-Jumin was often cold, even as a teen. But, when he was with you, he was warm. He showed a weakness and vulnerability to you he didn’t show anyone else. You were one of the only people he would share his worries and personal issues with without hesitation.
-There was something about you that drove him insane. He wanted to be able to call you his. He was a bit perplexed by those kinds of thoughts, but he had them so often, he got used to it.
-He eventually accepted that he can’t be satisfied with only being in a platonic relationship with you.
-With Jihyun’s encouragement, Jumin decided to confess to you.
-It was unlike him to give in to such personal emotions, but he couldn’t stand not being able to tell you he loved you, or kiss you, or hold your hand, or protect you, or hold you in his arms…
-Yeah, he was a hopelessly in love mess because of you.
-But he had a ginormous crush on you.
-He told you to meet him at a park near your school after school one day. You assumed he just wanted to hang out, which also meant you assumed Jihyun would be there too.
-When you got there, you were surprised that it was only Jumin.
-“Hey, Jumin,” you greeted him. “Is Jihyun coming?”
-“No, actually. I wanted to talk to you.”
-You became visibly worried and took a seat next to him on the bench he was resting on. “Okay, what about?”
-Honestly, you had also fallen desperately for the cold, unpopular Jumin Han. Everyone saw him as an unlovable robot, but you could see who he truly is. You can see his threads.
-That was another thing he loved about you; you could see the real him that nobody else saw.
-“I just have something I wanted to get off my chest.”
-You nodded cautiously for him to continue.
-“______, I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll just say it…”
-You nodded again. Your eyes were wide and the nervous expression on your face made Jumin even more flustered.
-“_____… I love you.”
-He watched as your eyes almost popped out of your head.
-“What?”
-“I want you to be my boy/girlfriend.”
-It was like him to be so straightforward, but he actually had a crush on you too?
-“Are you serious?”
-“Why would I lie to you?”
-You smiled and hugged him. “I would love to be your boy/girlfriend, Jumin. I… I love you too. I have for as long as I can remember.”
-Your words and actions made him stiffen. Though he was calm and collected on the outside since you arrived at the park, he’s been a nervous wreck on the inside, and the fact that you actually accepted his feelings and reciprocated them makes the world stop spinning.
-“Really…?”
-“Why would I lie to you?” you mimicked him.
-He chuckled. Jumin Han chuckled.
-He hugged you back. “Thank you…” he said in a whisper.
-From then on, at school, kids were surprised to hear that Jumin of all people got a boy/girlfriend.
-The most emotionless kid in school has a date? How?
-He holds your hand a lot, which is how kids figured out you two were dating in the first place.
-If anyone ever picks on him about it, you stand up for him, of course.
-He sends you good morning and good night texts every day, even if he sees you at school too.
-He’s also a fan of long phone calls with you if you’re up for it.
-He keeps your relationship secret from his father for a while, but he eventually finds out.
-He doesn’t approve of it because Jumin is supposed to have an arranged wedding when he’s older.
-However, Jumin will not let you go even if it costs him everything he has.
-His father can’t change that he is going to spend the rest of his life with you.
-Rebellious teen Jumin, yes?

Saeyoung:
-Being best friends with this kid never had a dull moment.
-He had a sense of adventure you’d never seen before. You’d often get random texts from him to come meet him at various places without any context other than “I have an idea.”
-It’s wild.
-He was also the most understanding when you would vent your problems to him, no matter what they were.
-He would always defend you if you ever got picked on and vise versa.
-So, obviously, you developed a crush on him quickly.
-Saeyoung, too, has an undying love for you, but has always been too doubtful of himself to confess to you.
-He truly wants to be able to take you on dates and do typical teenage couple things with you.
-He never thought it would be possible for someone as amazing as you to see him as anything more than a friend, so he took a romantic relationship out of the question.
-However,
-a little birdie told him that you have a crush on him too.
-(the little birdie was Saeran lol)
-So, with the spark of hope the only thing on his mind, he sucks it up and decided to finally make a move.
-He told you to meet him in the school’s courtyard during the lunch break because he wanted to talk to you.
-Anxiety ate you up the entire day. What could he want to talk about? Did you do something bad? Did something bad happen to him? Is something wrong in his family life? Does he want you to leave him alone?
-Luckily, when you meet him, he’s smiling at you.
-“Hey, glad you made it.”
-“Yeah,” you replied, obviously nervous. “What did you want to talk about?”
-“Oh, I just wanted to test a theory.”
-You assumed it was another ‘I have an idea’ type of thing again so you calmed down.
-“Oh? What’s your ‘theory’?”
-Saeyoung holds your hand and doesn’t say anything.
-You can feel your face growing warm. “What are you doing?”
-“Hm… judging by your embarrassment and red face, my theory is more than likely correct…”
-“What are you talking about?”
-“_____, do you have a crush on me~?”
-“What?!” you practically screamed. “I do not!”
-He put his hand over his heart and you could see tears in his eyes. “I’m… I’m hurt… how could you say that, _____?”
-You panicked. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I do! I really do like you, Saeyoung!”
-Now it’s his turn to turn red. He smirked. “So I was right!”
-“Yeah…” you avoided his eyes.
-He smiled gently at you and held your shoulders. When you met his eyes, he continued.
-“_____, will you be my boy/girlfriend?”
-“What?”
-“Will you?”
-“You mean, you like me too..?”
-“Well duh. Why else would I ask you out?”
-You were overjoyed. You gave him a huge smile and tackled him in a hug. “Of course I’ll be your boy/girlfriend!”
-At school, Saeyoung likes to give you kisses on the cheek. He also refuses to walk through the hallway without holding your hand, unless, of course, it makes you uncomfortable.
-He still invites you out places saying he has an idea, but they usually turn into dates, and are surprisingly romantic, at least to you.
-One time you made a date out of visiting a gas station at one in the morning to buy snacks, then sitting in the parking lot of a closed shop nearby, chatting, cuddling, and eating snacks.
-Honestly, the most fun you’ve ever had.
-He gives you corny, punny pick up lines often.
-“Did you get those jeans on sale?”
-“Uh, no.”
-“That’s too bad. They’re a hundred percent off at my place.”
-(my best friend used that on me once and it’s been an inside joke ever since, I’m sorry)
-Probably the goofiest couple on the whole school.

V: (this one is a bit cheesy whoops)
-Of course you had a crush on Jihyun. He was only the nicest, most generous boy in your entire school, or maybe even your entire town.
-Oblivious to you, he also has a hopeless crush on you.
-The only person that knows is Jumin. Jumin helped him rationalize his thoughts because he was so hopelessly in love with you he wanted to drop everything and ask you out.
-He sees no point in waiting to ask you out. If you don’t like him back, he’ll understand and back off. It’s better he get this out of the way. Nothing’s going to change if you’re both just waiting for the other to confess, so it’s better he just do it and get it over with.
-That being said… he’s really nervous.
-He wants to be with you forever so he’s scared you’ll reject him and he’ll never see you again.
-But, its better to take the chance than to never bring it up and let somebody else take you from him.
-He arranges for you to meet him first thing after school in the front of the school.
-When you go there, you assume he just wanted to hang out, but he’s holding flowers.
-???
-You walk over to him. “Jihyun, why do you have flowers?”
-“Oh, they’re for you.”
-Your eyes widen slightly and he hands them to you. “Why..?”
-“Because… I wanted to ask if you’d be my date to the dance coming up…”
-You had completely forgotten about the school dance. I guess you forgot about it because you didn’t plan on anyone, especially Jihyun, asking you to it.
-“Oh…” you mutter while you stare at the flowers.
-“You don’t have to. Don’t feel pressured. I’ve had really special feelings for you for a while now and it would be an honor to take you to the dance.”
-“Jihyun…” you can’t think straight. You’re too busy trying to convince yourself you’re not dreaming. “This is so sudden…”
-“You don’t-”
-“I would love to go with you.”
-He gasps and smiles. “Woah, really?”
-“Yeah, I’ve… liked you for a really long time too. I just never imagined you would feel the same.”
-The night of the dance was something that will stay with you forever. You wore matching formal attire and spent the whole night with each other, laughing and chatting the night away.
-Afterward, he took you out to get ice cream.
-“So, Jihyun,” you said, “does this mean we’re officially boyfriend and boy/girlfriend?”
-He laughed and nodded. “Yes, dummy.”
-At school, Jihyun loves holding your hand. Once he was even caught holding your hand during class and got yelled at. The whole time you tried so hard not to laugh.
-He takes so many photos of you.
-You like to make dates out of driving around looking for places to take amazing photos together.
-Did I mention he gets you into photography too? (Unless you’re already into that like me lol)
-Your photos together might even end up in the school year book if you’re lucky.
-Photography dates always end with going out to eat, or sometimes just driving through a fast food joint and sipping on slurpies while watching the sun set.
-He makes it a necessity to tell you he loves you everyday. Also, he loves kissing your forehead or the tip of your nose.
-It’s common for him to kiss both of your cheeks before finally pecking your lips, then pulling back and giving you a loving smile.
-He feels so lucky to have you.
-His parents aren’t very in the picture of Jihyun’s life, so you don’t have to worry about that.
-His sister loves you though.

Saeran:
-He didn’t talk much at school. A lot of the kids didn’t even know what he sounded like.
-But, you were his best friend, so whenever he was with you, he talked endlessly.
-You both had a habit of rambling to each other. It happened so often that you were both positive you knew every single detail about each other.
-And Saeran was in love with every detail about you.
-You even helped him through when his anxiety or depression became too much for him to handle on his own.
-He’s never thought much about relationships but hormones do strange things.
-Whenever he’s with you, he gets such a warm feeling in his chest.
-He denies it and distances himself from you when he gets shy and flustered because he’s a tsundere.
-You notice he gets uncomfortable around you and you think he doesn’t like you, which hurts a lot because you’ve developed feelings for the sweet guy.
-You back off and don’t initiate hugs or give him lots of compliments like before.
-Saeran is actually really sad about it.
-Do you not like him anymore?
-His brother notices him looking glum one day and asks him about it.
-He sighs. “_____ hates me.”
-“What makes you say that?”
-“She doesn’t act as affectionate as she used to.”
-“Well, didn’t you use to get angry when she did before…?”
-“Yeah, but…” he stops. “Wait, is that why? Does she think I don’t like her?
-“I think she does. She asked me about you the other day. She wanted to know if everything was okay because she said you’ve been acting strange.”
-Saeran face palms so hard at himself.
-“God, I’m an IDIOT!”
-So he texts you and asks you to meet him outside near his house. (You live close).
-To his surprise, you actually show up.
-He stands from the sidewalk he had previous been resting on while he waited from you and stands in front of you.
-“_____, I wanted to apologize.”
-“Hm?” you tilted your head slightly. “What for?”
-“I hurt your feelings, didn’t I? I know I used to yell at you to get off of me when you hugged me or I would tell you to shut up when you said something nice to me, but I didn’t mean anything by it. I really like you a lot and when you were nice to me, it made me nervous and it confused me.”
-“…You like me?”
-Saeran froze. “Did I say that..?”
-“Yeah, you did.”
-“U-uh…” his face flushed with embarrassment. There was an awkward silence before Saeran spoke up again. Now is as good a time as any, isn’t it? He can’t really turn back now…
-“_____, will you date me?”
-Shocked, your eyes flew open. “What?”
-He didn’t repeat himself. He was surprised he managed to say it the first time.
-“You really mean that?”
-“Yeah…”
-“…Okay.”
-Saeran shot his eyes up from the ground and stared at you in disbelief. “Wha- seriously?! You… you like me too..?”
-“Uh, yeah. I’ve liked you for a long time now. Thanks for noticing.”
-Saeran smiled and laughed before hugging you tightly.
-Your cheeks heated up because his smile and his laugh are the cutest things in the universe.
-He starts rambling about where you should go on your first date, when and where your next dates should be, etc. relationship things etc.
-You’ve never seen him this happy. Not even Saeyoung has seen him this happy.
-During school, even though he’s not a fan of PDA, he plays with your hair a lot.
-Teachers get onto him about keeping his hands to himself. He stops messing with your hair just long enough for the teacher to leave, then continues what he was doing.
-After school, he always walks you home and gives you a goodbye kiss on your forehead.
-Also, everyday he tells you he loves you.
-Even if it can only be over text message or phone call, not a day goes by that he doesn’t remind you you’re the most important thing in his life.

It’s My

“Yes, but it’s my…”

It’s your what, Fox? Your work?  Your files, that you worked your ass off to get reopened? Because she was just assigned, right? It’s not like she hasn’t lost three months of her life.  Not like she hasn’t lost a sister.  Not like you’ve noticed that her brother doesn’t call her as much anymore, her mother, either.

But it’s your work. And why the hell can’t she understand? You’re the one missing your sister. You’re the one who’s family betrayed him.  And you’ve been fighting this fight since you were a child.

She got brothers and a sister, Christmases and birthdays, all the holidays in between.  You got confused religious messages from your parents. You didn’t get presents after Samantha was gone.  You never saw a Thanksgiving turkey or Christmas ham after that, again.  

She got to watch Mommy and Daddy slow dancing around folding chairs on the lawn during the Fourth of July and you got to watch Pops go to work on a holiday and Mom pretend that two bottles of wine in a night was better than a six or twelve pack.  

It doesn’t matter that her sister got ripped away… well of course it matters but not like your history does.  She lost her sister too, but you lost your sister more right?  Longer?

It’s your what, Fox? You’re life, too?  You’re right.  It is.

You’ve sacrificed everything to those gray file cabinet gods you know as the X-files. Everything.  You’ve sacrificed your marriage.  You’ve been gunshot twice.  She hasn’t.  Yeah she was gone for three months but she doesn’t really hold the scars like you do, does she?  She doesn’t have the jagged tear from her hipline to her thigh like you do.  She doesn’t have the wound through her shoulder – that she fucking put there – does she?

The last time you fucked, got laid, had sex, whatever you want to term it – here, let’s make it a gentler term since you’re a gentleman – the last time you made love, she was gone. Apparently she goes out and fucks when she wants.  Where she wants and with who she wants.

And it’s the with who that driving you particularly crazy, right?  Because you kind of think that maybe if Ed Jerse wasn’t completely off his rocker, he might be a little bit better than you.  He was certainly more stable, outwardly, despite the failed marriage. He was certainly suaver, getting her to open up to him.  He was certainly at least as good looking as you, a little more ripped, a little bulkier.

That goads you, doesn’t it? Your expertise in love interests has enforced the idea that you are far superior physically.  She dates old guys and boring newsmen for fuck’s sake.  You know you’re more intelligent, more attractive, than they are.

Jerse though?  You’re certainly more intelligent and attractive. Right?

It’s your what, Fox? Failure in leadership and supervision? Because it sure as hell seems like it right about now, right?  You are her supervisor.  Yes, you agree in some respects that you’re not her superior, but you are her supervisor.  You’re supposed to guide her, mentor her, develop her, and nurture her success.  

This goes deeper than that, though.  Doesn’t it? Because you’re sitting there, lips pursed and jaw clenched and you have no idea how to complete this sentence in a way that doesn’t reveal just a little too much of yourself, or get you slapped with a workplace climate complaint.

It’s your what, Fox?

Because this is the one that you absolutely don’t want to throw out there, isn’t it?

Yes, but it’s my feelings that are hurt.  It’s my chest that makes it difficult to breath when I hear the name Ed or Jerse. It’s my fucking life that I’ve sacrificed over and over and over again for you.  It’s me.

Me.  Me.  Me.

Jesus, Fox.  You really are as bad as they say you are, aren’t you?  You are a sorry son of a bitch, you know that?

Mulder clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, trying to shut off his internal monologue.  Scully continues to direct her challenging gaze his way.  The room is silent, and her chair deathly loud, as she backs up and dismisses herself. Door opened, door closed, table please for an office of one.

Me was the operative word there.  “Yes, but it’s me.”

It’s me, Scully.  Who lost his shit when you went missing for three months.  Who didn’t function.  Who couldn’t function.  Who fucked a girl and then fucked a case and then fucked a promise to himself to find you.  It’s me.

It’s me, Scully.  That guy who’s made no secret that when you go full nerd, I go full hard.  That when you raise that eyebrow and challenge me to the ends of science and mysticism, I am never more intellectually aroused.  That I love that argument, that defiance from you.

Whoa…  Love is a strong word.

But it’s me, Scully. Me that would rather put a bullet in himself that you.  

It’s me.  And how am I not important enough to you, that when you fuck away your problems you fuck that guy?  I think I’ve made it clear I’m open to the possibility.  I don’t get it.  

No, Fox.  No, you probably haven’t made that clear.  And what the hell do you suspect she is going to do with a guy like you, anyway?  She’d fuck and then fuck you my friend.  We’re a little better off this way, I think.

Mulder’s conscience continues to pour on.  He slides down in his seat.  Taking the beratement.  Shit, he deserves it.

Scully’s head pops back in the opened doorway.  Her voice has softened, and she sounds apologetic.

“Mulder, I’ll see you Monday.  Thank you… for coming to the hospital.  Next lunch is on me,” she offers him a wane smile.   She’s back out the door before he can respond, and he hears the elevator ding as it picks her up.

Mulder opens his top desk drawer, looking for nothing, but also looking for something to slam shut.

Yes.  Yes, Scully.  It’s my life too because I’d do anything to keep you in it.  To keep you here at my desk.

It’s my life too because I’d tear anyone apart if they hurt you, and if you don’t believe me, ask Ed how his face felt against a metal table in a cold interrogation room.

It’s my life too because there’s been a uh, well let’s just say there are big parts of me that want you in it.

It’s my life too because I live for your skeptical ass eyebrow every morning.

It’s my life too, because fuck.  I think. I think I love you.

Fic: nowhere’s high enough

Root x Shaw high school fic, probably going to be four or five parts, nothing super long or involved, but I really enjoyed writing it.


Shaw shoved a handful of cereal into her mouth, tossing the box haphazardly onto the counter as she headed for the door.

“Sameen?” her mother called. “Where’s your backpack?”

She rolled her eyes spinning to face her mom while continuing to backpedal toward the door. “Don’t need one. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow.”

“What about papers?” She insisted. “You can’t lose everything on your first day!”

Scanning the area around her, Shaw quickly snatched an empty folder by the front hallway. “There. Useless syllabi holder, check.”

“What about lunch?” Her mother was now hurrying down the hall to keep up “What about gym clothes?”

“I have money,” Shaw assured, “and I’ve got clothes too.”

She yanked up her shirt to reveal a second one. “Gym’s first period this year. I’m fine, mum.”

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“That’s Not Fair.” Part 2

Part 1    Part 2

Fandom: Riverdale

Characters: Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller

Pairing: Archie x Reader (anon didn’t specify so I’m running with this), Bughead

Warnings: none

A/N: I think I’m going to make this a series like ‘The Accident’ was. Like if you want more! Also this is a kinda long chapter so enjoy!

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Both of you were breathless as the lights flickered and came back on. You could see the warm glow on Archie’s face, along with a smirk as he assessed your body as well. It was still snowing hard outside, so you said, “I don’t think I’ll be going home anytime soon.”

The next day, you walked into school feeling new, but also awkward. Last night the snow storm had let up in an hour or so, and you went back home. Neither you nor Archie said anything about a second date or doing anything just yet. You hoped he’d ask today, or maybe just talk to you more.

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Deer In The Headlights // Huang Renjun

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the prompt: could you write Renjun scenario based on Owl City-Deer In The Headlights? Fluff ending please, if possible.

words: 1215

category: song rec + fluff

author note: i love owl city sm i don’t even care. i also love renjun, he’s only a few days younger than me bless. so soft and nice; just wants to draw and talk abt moomin!! (honestly he’s so cute i lov)

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Request: Hi! Can I request an imagine with Peter Parker x reader where she’s an extraverted artistic popular girl (she writes poetry) with dyed hair who’s friends with Peter and has a crush on him but he’s completely oblivious to it and they act like a couple already but it’s just bc they connect together so well and soon she can’t help herself but say “dude I have huge crush on u how can u be so bLIND” or something like that. I love this blog so much it’s such a blessing 😭😭😭 

@thewarblerette

Peter walked into the classroom with  a couple of his friends. He was talking animatedly to them about something you couldn’t hear, but he was so cute and excited that it didn’t even matter. His face was alight with passion, and you imagined he was talking about rebuilding his computer, something he’d been planning to do since midterms were over and he was a bit ahead in his school work.

“Are you just gonna stare at him?” your friend Liz questioned.  

“What?” You hadn’t really comprehended her words. Her voice startled you out of your reverie and she laughed at your bewildered expression.

“You should write him a poem. Something like Peter, dear sweet Peter how your eyes remind me of candles in the window of the home of my heart.”

“That’s ridiculous. Wouldn’t even be a good line,” you laughed.

“Is she pining over Parker again?” your other friend, Betty asked as she sat down in the desk next to you.

“Yes,” Liz laughed.

“I am not, pining,” you protested.

“Good, you don’t have to pine, he’d be lucky to have you. A nerd like him dating one of the most popular girls at school,” Betty quipped.

You frowned at that, sure you were popular, but not because you particularly wanted to be. You were a people person, a talker, people were attracted to that kind of personality, “He’s not just some nerd,” you rebuked, “he’s a good person.”

“A rose by any other name,” Liz went on teasing.

“The captain of the football team wants to go out with you and you’re pining over Peter Parker. Excuse me for being a little confused about your priorities,” Betty scoffed.

“We are young, Betty. We are young and infinite and the titles we press to our chest mean nothing to the universe. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, and a good person under any other title will still be good.”

“Ugh, can’t you save it for the poetry club?” Betty groaned.

“I thought it was beautiful,” Liz bumped her shoulder into yours, “You’re just mad because you can’t land the football captain.”

“Yes!! And she’s throwing away the opportunity for Peter frikin Parker!” Betty exclaimed. You clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Betty! Shush. Jeez, I’ll put in a good word for you.” you promised.

“Go talk to him before class starts,” Liz urged hitting you with her shoulder again, as if to give you a physical push toward him. You took her advice and went over to Peter. You sat on  the table where he and his friends were as you walked over they looked up and greeted you happily.

“I was just talking about my computer,” Peter filled you in.

“I figured you were. You know I’m lost when it comes to your cool tech stuff,” you smirked.

“It’s not so hard, it’s like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, all  you need is to see the whole picture.”

“Hey, metaphors are my thing Parker,” you teased poking him in the shoulder.

“It’s why I use them, it’s the only way you understand my techno babble. By the way, I heard you got a poem published in the paper, congrats.”

“Oh please, it’s just the paper, who even reads those anymore?”

“Fancy publishers. This could be your big break.”

“If it is, I’ll have you take the picture for the cover of my first book,” you laughed.

Liz and Betty watched the two of you from their place in the back of the class. Well, Liz watched, Betty was complaining about something or another.

“I think they’re cute together. I mean half the school already thinks they’re a couple,” Liz murmured.

“It’s social suicide,” Betty responded.

“Oh come on, Peter’s sweet, and just look at them, look how happy she is.”

You were laughing at something Manuel, one of Peter’s friends had said, leaning on Peter for support so you wouldn’t topple off the table with how hard you were laughing. Liz smiled at that; you and Liz were close, closer than either of you were to Betty. In retrospect, she wasn’t really sure how Betty became a part of your little group. She often wondered how to get rid of her. The bell signaling the beginning of class rang and you hurried back to your seat with a giddy smile on your face.

“Peter says he’s going to homecoming this year,” you grinned.

“Yeah? Does he have a date already?” Liz  asked.

“He and his friends are going as a group.”

“Maybe you can ask him to homecoming.”

“I don’t want to ruin their group thing. I’ll see them there though.”

Class started and there was little talk between any of you as the lesson went on. A class ended you got held up talking to Liz and while you were trying to catch up to Peter, the captain of the football team, Eric, stopped you in the hall. Liz stood beside you and rolled her eyes as he and his buddies walked up.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Hey, Eric, what’s up?” you asked with a friendly smile. He smiled back and glanced at one of his friends over his shoulder as if he was sealing some kind of deal.

“I heard you don’t have a date to homecoming. How about you and I got together?”

“… No thanks. I’ve got plans to go with friends… You should ask Betty though. I know she’s still looking for a date.”

“Psh your loss, babe,” he shrugged, walking past you as he and his friends laughed. You rolled your eyes and gave Liz an exasperated glance. She laughed a little at your expression. As you started off towards Peter’s locker your really Peter was in fact right there, staring holes into the back of Eric’s head.

“Peter, hey!” you called braving through the lanes of walking high schoolers to get to him. He looked at you and mustered up a smile but it seemed off,  forced, “I wanted to walk with you to English… is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, come on.”

You waved to Liz as she went in the opposite direction towards her own class. Peter was uncharacteristically quiet that block, but by the time lunch rolled around he seemed like himself again. The lunch room was buzzing, as homecoming was next week and everyone was excited for the football game and the dance. You were excited too. Today you sat next to Michelle. She was going to wear a tux to Homecoming.

“I’ve got to outdo the boys every way I can,” she smiled giving the boys a smug smirk.

“Do you have pictures?” you asked excitedly.

“Yes I do,” she pulled out her phone and the two of you talked about her suit.

“What about you, Y/N?” Peter asked.

“She’s probably color coordinating with someone. Didn’t Eric ask you to homecoming?” Manuel asked.

“He did, but I’m not going with him. I’ll probably just go alone, but I do have a dress picked out, but you guys can’t see it until the day of. Michelle however, can see it now,” you grinned showing her your phone.

“Oh, wow,” her face went blank with awe and shock.

“It’s good right?”

“Beautiful. Jesus.” she  nodded.

Peter was quiet again, and he was for the rest of the lunch period.

Homecoming rolled around and you were putting the finishing touches  on your hair and make up. Your mother was a great helping hand and she took enough pictures to fill a book. Betty and Liz had dates but you were still riding with them to the dance. Your mom had you all get together and take pictures in the living room before letting you guys leave. The homecoming theme this year was old Hollywood, so you entered the gym on a red carpet. It bothered a little that your friends were all arm and arm with their dates walking and you were alone. But before you had a chance to get down in the dumps about it, Liz wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled at you. Suddenly her date was more of a third wheel then you are.

“You look amazing. You’ll knock Parker’s socks right off.” she grinned at you.  

Peter stood in a far off corner talking with his friends, and critiquing the choice of music, when Michelle let out a low whistle.

“Y/N just walked in, Parker.” despite the fact that Michelle’s words were meant for Peter, everyone turned to look at you, and everyone’s jaw dropped. You walked in with a radiant smile in a dress made to fit you and only you. They couldn’t even imagine anyone else wearing it. Peter felt sorry for everyone else in the room, including himself, how the hell were they supposed to share a room with this much beauty. He quickly pushed those feelings down, you were a popular kid. You were supposed date big football guys, not nerds like himself. That thought vanished when you made eye contact with him and your smile grew impossibly brighter. The feelings he tried to push down came right back up to drown him as you came his way. However as you were on your way Eric stopped you. You looked up at him with a smile and talked for a little while.

“Ugh, I wish that fuckboy would leave Y/N alone, she’s too good for him,” Michelle complained. Peter turned around, not wanting to watch Y/N get whisked away by some guy he could never be.

You waited impatiently for Eric to stop talking to you. He was retelling his victory in the homecoming a game. A game that you had seen, and therefore didn’t need the play by play of the winning throw.

“That’s great, Eric, I’ve got some friends I want to-” you tried to get past him but he caught you by the waist, you pushed his hand off of you, “Didn’t you come here with Betty? Why don’t you go find her?” your voice was hard no nonsense.

“Ew, he’s still trying,” Michelle was still complaining.

“Michelle, if she wants to date Eric,” Peter began but his voice recoiled at Eric’s name in disgust, “then that’s none of our business. She doesn’t belong to us.”

“Oh bull, you guys are practically married,” Michelle argued, “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Well she’s not mine so…” Peter shrugged.

“Come on man,” Manuel groaned, “you’re the best of all of us. You have to do it for us. We can let her get sucked into the black hole that is Eric.”

“Oh oh, she’s coming this way,” Michelle warned. You walked up to them a bright smile back on your face.

“Look at you guys! You clean up well,” you complimented, “And Michelle, you are killing that tux. Fuck. It. Up. Sis.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Michelle gave a bow, “but nevermind me, look at you. Doesn’t she look great, Peter?”

“Yeah,” he answered dejectedly.

“Peter you look really good too, second only to Michelle in her suit.” you teased, despite the stinging blow his disinterest was.

“Thanks.” he responded half heartedly.

“We’re gonna get some punch,” Michelle announced taking Manuel with her. You and Peter watched them go, and you realized they were giving you time alone.

“Peter did I do something wrong?” you asked curiously.

“No, no, but you should probably get back to Eric, he’ll wonder where you are,” he grumbled.

“What?”

“I see how he looks at you. It’s fine, I’m not gonna take offense to it. I know how the social hierarchy works.”

“You are so blind… Jesus, I’m not gonna date Eric, he can look at me anyway he’d  like and my answer would be still be no.”

“Why, is there someone else?” he was looking down at his feet now.

“Yes, there is, and he’s unbelievably cute and petty as hell.”

“Well get to him then,” he was pouting now.

“Oh my god!! You idiot, it’s you. I like you!” you groaned. His head snapped up to look at you.

“What?”

“You couldn’t tell. Why else does a girl interested in nothing but art and poetry take an interest in building computers. It’s you Peter. It’s always been you.”

“You like me?” he was dumbfounded, it never occurred to him that you could like him back.

“Yes, you genius idiot.”

“I…I like you too. A lot, a lot and you look so gorgeous tonight and-”

You cut him off with a hug, laughing at your predicament, “Dance with me before I change my mind about you.”

He looked at you like you were the eighth world wonder and nodded because he couldn’t find his voice to answer. As you took to the dance floor you noticed Liz throwing you a thumbs up. At the same time Peter noticed Michelle and Manuel grinning at them. You both looked away from your  friends and made eye contact.

“I can’t believe you made me spell it out for you,” you laughed.

“Well it’s hard to believe that the prettiest girl in school would fall for a nerd like me.”

“A rose by any other name,” you smiled and kissed his nose, making him blush.

If You Asked...

This is a G!P fic. It’s not a smutty one though. In fact, it’s barely in there. I know some of you may not be into that, so I thought I’d give ya’ll the heads up.

If you asked Clarke, she would tell you that she doesn’t remember the very first time she met Lexa. Not because the girl wasn’t memorable or anything like that, she most definitely was. It just seemed like Lexa was always there. Her first really clear memory of the brunette was in second grade. She was on the playground for recess and Lexa was on the swing, keeping to herself as she would for the years to come.

September 1997

Clarke was playing four square with Harper, Zoe and Monty as usual during recess. The four were locked in a heated battle, Harper refusing to let Clarke win for the billionth time in a row. Seriously, how was one kid so good at four square? They all whipped their heads around toward the swing set when they heard a sudden shout of pain. All the kids ran over to find Lexa Woods clutching her arm, but only Clarke noticed the more rambunctious boys from their class, Bellamy, John and Finn, snickering to each other.

The yard attendant ran over and helped Lexa to the office, as they passed Clarke noticed the unshed tears that threatened to run down the small brunette’s cheek. Clarke was immediately impressed that she wasn’t actually crying. Her glasses were askew and she held her injured arm tight to her chest.

“Harper.” Clarke whispered. “I think Bellamy and Finn pushed Lexa down.”

Harper looked between Clarke and the boys, who were still laughing. “Why would they do that? Lexa doesn’t bother anyone. She’s quiet and smart and when she does talk, she’s nice.”

Clarke shrugged. “I think they’re bullies. We should asked her to play with us, so they leave her alone.” Harper nodded, so did Zoe and Monty. “She lives down the street from me, I’ll try to talk to her later.”

When they got back to class, Mrs. Kane sent Clarke to the office with Lexa’s backpack. When she rounded the corner to the nurse’s office, she was saddened by the sight of Lexa sitting in the hall with her head down and tears still in her eyes, not falling. She still had her arm clutched to her chest.

“Kiddo, what are you doing in here?” Jake Griffin, school principal and proud father, quietly asked as he approached his daughter from behind.

“I brought Lexa her backpack. Can I sit with her until her parents come? She’s hurt and she looks so sad. Please Dad?”

Jake looked from his daughter to the injured girl. “Okay kiddo, back to class when her parents get here.”

“Yes, sir.” Clarke made her way over to the seat next to Lexa and sat down slowly. She didn’t speak for a while, just sat next to the girl. After about three minutes, she looked over to find Lexa wiping a tear from her cheek. She slid her and over the brunette’s uninjured one. “Is your arm okay?”

“Hurts.” Lexa was known for being a girl of few words. She was the kind that always knew the answers in class, but didn’t offer them freely. She had to be called on from the teacher even though her hand wasn’t raised. Some of the kids were not so nice to her because they thought she was weird for that, but Clarke didn’t think she was weird. She knew the smaller brunette was just shy and the other kids were mean.

“Did Bellamy or Finn push you? I saw them laughing after you got hurt.” Lexa didn’t respond at first, but after a minute or so of Clarke looking at her, she nodded. “Tomorrow, you should hang out with me and my friends, so the mean boys leave you alone.”

Lexa chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to find the words to answer the blonde. “Thanks, but I like the swing.”

Clarke’s shoulders slumped a little. “Oh. Okay. Well, if you change your mind, you can hang out with us anytime.” Again, all she got was a nod. Then the front door of the office swung open and a concerned Dr. Emily Woods, one of Clarke’s mother’s coworkers, stepped in side.

“That’s my mom, gotta go. Bye, Clarke.” Lexa whispered as she picked up her backpack with her uninjured hand and quickly shuffled away.

The brunette’s arm was fractured, she came to school the next day with a bright green cast. The fact that it was broken and Lexa hadn’t really cried about it impressed Clarke. She told her dad that Bellamy and Finn pushed Lexa, and he called and told both of their parents. That only made them tease her worse, but they kept their hands to themselves from then on. They called her really clever names like “four-eyes” or “tattletale” or “nerd.” If you asked Lexa, it really didn’t bother her that much back then.

Clarke continued to try to get Lexa to hang out with her and her small group of friends during recess, but the brunette always politely declined. She did, however, manage to get her to sit with them at lunch time. She usually sat quietly across from Clarke, only sometimes interacting with Harper and Monty. Lexa did not like Wells, and Zoe moved away.

In the third grade, Clarke really started to get the hang of this whole school thing. She started paying attention more and daydreaming less. She made it her goal in life to score higher than Lexa on anything they had to turn in. She never did, though. It became a sort of playful rivalry between the two. Lexa always scoring one more point than her and then saying something like, “Oh, so close. Next time.” Clarke began to wonder if that next time would actually come. It truly was just an unspoken game between the two, and it lasted for years. Clarke was really the only person Lexa would speak to by choice outside of the lunch table at school, which got her teased even more. Through the years, she still sat with Clarke and her friends at lunch, but she was usually just reading quietly. However, she did mention that she was happy Wells moved in the middle of fourth grade. Harper laughed and Monty nodded with a smile.

In the sixth grade, Clarke had a birthday party and insisted Lexa come.

August 2001

“Clarke, kids, come on, it’s time for cake.” Abby called from the kitchen out to the pool area of their home. The Griffin’s lived in Santa Barbara, California and August was a perfect time for pool parties. It was only in the mid seventies, but the water was perfect. The kids who were in attendance all climbed out of the pool and toweled off before running inside the house. As Clarke stepped inside she was met by two additional guests, Lexa and her mother.

She smiled brightly at the latecomer. “Lexa! You came!”

“Hi, Clarke.”

“You’re just in time for cake, then we are going back in the pool. Did you bring a suit?”

“I, um.” Lexa looked to her mother who smiled softly and shook her head. “I can’t stay, but I wanted to bring you this.” She handed the birthday girl a small wrapped box. “I wrapped it myself. Hopefully it helps you actually beat my grade some day.” Lexa smiled softly and pushed her glasses up on her nose.

“Is it a miracle? How’d you get it to fit in a box?” Clarke joked. “Thank you, Lexa.”

“You’re welcome, Clarke.”

Lexa and her mother left after they ate some cake. Clarke saved her birthday present from Lexa until she was alone. It was a fancy calculator with a note from Lexa, thanking her for being her friend. If you asked Clarke, that’s the moment she knew Lexa was special to her. The girls in attendance at the party asked Clarke why Lexa was so shy, to which the blonde shrugged and said it didn’t matter. It really didn’t, Lexa being shy wasn’t hurting anyone. Lexa didn’t seem unhappy about it either, and she never seemed to let the comments of the bullies bother her. They still ate lunch together through the rest of elementary and middle school and sometimes, Clarke would convince Lexa to watch a movie at her house on the weekend. In these times when they were completely alone, Lexa would say or do the sweetest things. Clarke wasn’t sure if they were things reserved for just her, or if it was just Lexa’s natural way. If you asked Clarke, she would deny that she had a crush. She totally did though, a big one.

Many boys tried to get her attention, but Clarke had no time for them, not if she was going to somehow score higher than Lexa on something. At the end of eighth grade, Harper had her first big birthday party.

May 2004

“Okay, everyone sit down in a circle. We’re going to play a game.” Bellamy announced and all the kids groaned. Harper hadn’t invited him or Finn, but their parents were friends so alas, they were there. It was only the second time anyone had ever seen Lexa at a party. Having the kids who bullied her there made her very uncomfortable, and Clarke could tell.

“I think Lexa and I are going to pass on your games, Blake.” She shouted, with an annoyed tone.

He looked between them and furrowed his brow. “Come on Princess. Hang out with the cool kids for once. Stop babysitting the nerd.”

“Yeah, she’s just a loser. A freak. Don’t lower yourself down to that level.” Finn added.

Lexa stood calmly and walked out of the room. She didn’t stop until she reached the front porch, but then she had no idea where to go, so she sat on the steps.

“Lexa! Wait!” Clarke ran out the door after her, then sat down next to her. “Hey. Don’t listen to them, okay?”

“You should go back inside and have fun Clarke. My mom will be here soon to pick me up anyway. I don’t get to stay over like the rest of the girls.”

“Oh. Well I’m not going to have fun knowing you’re sad.” Clarke put her hand on Lexa’s knee. “Why can’t you stay?”

Lexa looked at her slowly, chewing her lip like she did when she was thinking over something very complicated. “My mom said no, because she doesn’t know Harper’s parents.”

“Oh.” The blonde thought for a second. “You’re mom knows my parents, could you maybe stay over at my house?”

The brunette shrugged. “Probably. Why?”

“We could have our own sleepover. Harper said the boys are staying tonight too, but in the living room. I told her my dad wouldn’t like that.”

If you asked Clarke, that first sleepover was the best ever. If you asked Lexa, well she was terrified of the first half, but slowly got more comfortable.

In ninth grade, their little group of friends took sex ed. Lexa and Clarke both confessed they thought girls were better than boys, though Clarke thought some boys were nice too. Neither of them thought it really made a difference.

It wasn’t until tenth grade that Clarke found out the main reason behind Lexa’s shyness.

April 2006

“Bellamy Blake, you stop showing off and pass that ball.” Coach Titus yelled as Bellamy moved the ball down the field. It was only PE class, but he was hell bent on impressing Clarke, who he had been hitting on since the beginning of freshman year. It was pathetic really, she had told him to shove off so many times that he should have been embarrassed. She even told him that the way he treated her friend made him the ugliest person she had ever met. His younger sister, Octavia, was in Clarke and Lexa’s circle of friends now too, and she even told him he was embarrassing himself. She also found out how he still tormented Lexa and told him if he didn’t knock it off, she would tell their mother and Aurora Blake was not a woman to be trifled with.

The two girls had made a pact to make sure that one of them was with Lexa at all times to prevent Bellamy, Finn or John from messing with her. They were really the only three who still picked on Lexa after middle school. Both Finn and Bellamy had made it their life mission to score a date with Clarke, and the more times they saw Clarke laugh at something Lexa said or touch Lexa’s arm softly, the more they wouldn’t let up on the poor girl. Although Lexa never complained, and when asked about the guys messing with her, she would just shrug nonchalantly. Sometimes though, they would say just the right thing to chink Lexa’s armor, and only Clarke would notice the deep frown that would appear.

So it was during this exhilarating period of PE in which he was attempting his newest tactic, showing Clarke what a great athlete he was. He sprinted down the field with the ball, and squared up to the net. Lexa was at goalie, where she had actually earned her spot on the school’s co-ed team, so it was time for him to kill two birds with one stone. Embarrass Lexa, by scoring a goal on her and proving he was the superior athlete, and impress Clarke. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the blonde was watching before he made his move.

He crossed over in front of the net and then turned back toward the goal and he ran full speed then kicked the ball as straight as he could. Lexa, however, was able to stop it with the palms of her hands as she dove, but she was not able to pull it back in. It dropped back to the pitch about three yards from where she was scrambling back to her feet, Bellamy ran over as fast as he could and kicked the ball as hard as possible. Lexa stood to full height at that precise moment and the ball ricocheted off her midsection. She dropped to the ground with a yelp of pain. Bellamy kicked the ball into the net finally as Lexa rolled to her knees attempting to catch her breath. Clarke and Octavia ran over after watching the whole event. Bellamy was still celebrating and Lexa was still on the ground, which concerned Clarke immensely. She quickly made her way over to the brunette.

“Lexa? Hey, you okay? That looked like it hurt.”

“I’m - I’ll be okay, just need a second.” Lexa breathed out hard and waved her off, but it didn’t stop the concern Clarke felt. She went over to Coach Titus and voiced that concern, then ran back over to Lexa’s side.

“Come on Woods, it couldn’t have hurt that bad, you big baby.” Bellamy taunted as he stood back and watched as Lexa slowly made her way to her feet.

“Shut it, Bell.” Octavia yelled and pushed his shoulder. “I told you to leave her alone. Jesus.”

Clarke sidled up next to the goalie and put a soft hand on her shoulder. “Come on Lexa. Coach told me to take you back to the locker room to change then to the nurse if you need it.”

Bellamy glared as Clarke put her arm around Lexa and they slowly made their way off the field and toward the girls locker room. As they reached the bench in front of Lexa’s locker, she sat down slowly and winced, still in pain. She gave Clarke the combination to her locker and sat back as the girl grabbed her things out of it.

“Uh, Lexa, why is this in here?” The blonde held up a brand new athletic cup, still in the packaging.

“Clarke, please put that away.” Lexa pleaded as she looked around for anybody else who might be in the room, Clarke looked over her shoulder and the girl’s eyes matched her tone.

“Okay.” Clarke whispered as she put the cup back where she found it. “Are you, like, transgender or something? I mean, I don’t care either way. You’re still Lexa and I’ll still get a better grade than you at some point. Someday.” She smiled softly at the brunette who only looked to her feet. A move Clarke had come to know as ‘Lexa is embarrassed.’

It was a long few seconds, but “intersex” was mumbled. Clarke’s eyes went wide, because she may or may not have heard ‘into sex’ because of said mumbling. But there is no way that was what Lexa had said.

“What?”

“Intersex. Not Trans. I was born with both male and female anatomy. Please don’t tell anyone. No one outside of my family knows. Please, Clarke.” The pleading was back.

“I would never.” Clarke tried to reassure the poor girl but she still couldn’t get direct eye contact. “Hey, look at me.” Slowly the brunette did. “Can I hug you?” Slowly she got a nod. Clarke knelt in front of her and wrapped her arms around the taller girl, she tucked her head into Lexa’s neck. “You’re okay. I’ve known you forever, Lex. I would never betray you like that, okay?”

It took a long while but eventually Lexa was slowly nodding. “Okay.”

Clarke kissed her cheek quickly. “Are you still in pain?”

Lexa froze for a second then shook her head. “I think I’m alright now. Thank you.”

Clarke went home that night and waited by the door for her mom to come home. As soon as Abby stepped through the door, she started firing off questions about people who are born intersex. “What does it mean? How does that happen? What percentage of the population does it affect? Google is only so helpful, Mom.” All questions were answered to the best of Abby’s knowledge. When she asked why Clarke was so curious, she was told, “Not my secret, so I’m not sharing.” Which Abby respected her daughter for. If you asked Abby, she knew it was about Lexa.

May 2006

“Lexa, can I asked you a really personal question?” It was about three weeks since had Clarke found out about Lexa being intersex and she had done an immense amount of research into the topic, but she hadn’t brought it up with the brunette again. They were currently in Clarke’s room, watching TV on Clarke’s bed.

“Sure.”

“So, don’t freak out or anything, but I’ve been doing some research on people who are born intersex.”

“You have?” Lexa raised an eyebrow in questioning, honestly surprised.

“Well yeah. If I was born with something different about me, wouldn’t you research it? It’s our nature as nerds, Lex.”

“Yeah, okay. You’re right. What’s your question?”

“Do you hate it?” Clarke looked to her nervously, not wanting to make Lexa uncomfortable.

“Being intersex?”

“Well sorta, but I meant, specifically your penis?”

“Oh. Uh, no. I actually don’t. I know a lot of people do, when they are born like this. I just don’t want to be viewed as a freak. I already have a hard enough time because of my immensely selective personality in regards to socializing. But, if everyone were as accepting as you, I wouldn’t hide it.”

“Cool. Want to watch Lion King?”

Lexa chuckled softly at the segue, as she shook her head. “Sure, Clarke.”

If you asked Clarke, Lexa’s laugh in any form was the best. After that conversation, Lexa would actually interact with the other people who were present, outside of Clarke their friends. She felt safer knowing Clarke knew her secret and wouldn’t tell. Two of the new kids joined their group too, Raven and Lincoln. Octavia was immediately all over Lincoln, and her brother hated it, which made Clarke’s day.

By the end of sophomore year, Clarke started making Lexa hang out with her more. “Lexa, summer reading is so boring. You’re the only one who is as big of a nerd as I am. Keep me entertained.” Or “Lexa, please? College applications are like, almost here. I have to get into Harvard.” Or, Lexa’s favorite, not that she would ever tell someone. “I just kinda need you around, Lex.” This led to many days lounging around the Griffin house. If you asked Lexa, these were her favorite days of high school.

November 2006

“Clarke, I need your help.” Lexa whisper yelled as she got to their lunch spot.

“Sure, anything.”

“You know that new girl, Costia? I think she has a thing for me, and she was just flirting and asked me to go see a movie. But I didn’t realize it was like, a date thing until I said sure and I was walking over here. It was like an epiphany as I walked. What do I do?”

Clarke shook her head and laughed under her breath. “Oh Lexa. Do you want to go on a date with her?”

“I, uh. I don’t know. I don’t know anything about her.” Lexa sighed.

“Funny thing about dates, Lex. You talk and get to know someone on them.”

“So I should go?”

“It’s up to you. Don’t do anything you don’t want to.”

Lexa went on that date and showed up three hours later at Clarke’s house. She could tell the girl was upset, but she just sat on the end of Clarke’s bed silently for a while.

“She wanted me to touch her during the movie.” Lexa clenched her jaw and looked straight ahead at a painting Clarke had done that hung on the wall. “I told her I wasn’t that kind of person, that we didn’t really know each other, and she got upset with me.”

Clarke stared at the side of Lexa’s head from where she was leaning on her dresser. “What the actual fuck?”

“Yeah.” She exhaled hard. “Can I sleep over?”

“Of course, Lex. We can cuddle and watch Lord of the Rings.”

The rest of junior year went on like nothing happened. Lexa was able to block out that one shitty night and pretend it never happened. Clarke told their friends to be wary of Costia, but wouldn’t say why. She said they were more than welcome to ask Lexa, but she wouldn’t give up any details. Everyone just let it go.

July 2007

“Lexa, it’s so damn hot.” Clarke whined from the spot she was currently occupying sprawled out on the hardwood floor in the living room. It was hot outside, like really hot. A sweltering 92 degrees which was the highest on record for the area in nearly thirty years.

“I don’t control the weather Clarke.” Lexa replied matter-of-factly from her mirrored position on the opposite side of the coffee table.

“Let’s go in the pool.”

“I uh. I don’t know Clarke. I haven’t been-”

Clarke cut her off before she could finish. “Lex, if you’re not comfortable, that’s okay. But, it’s just you and me here. You’re safe.” Clarke has known about ‘little Lexa’ as she referred to it for a little over a year. It had brought up exactly three times. The time she asked if Lexa was okay with it, the time they were learning about male reproductive health, and last month when Lexa said she had a doctor’s appointment for a fertility screening. Needless to say, Lexa felt comfortable with herself around Clarke.

“Okay. I just need to run home and get my stuff.”

“Really?” Clarke rolled over, proper herself up on her elbow and looked at her friend. “I mean it you know. I would never pressure you into anything.”

“I know Clarke, I promise I’m okay. I trust you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lexa walked back into the Griffin house, appropriate swim attire in hand and was met with Clarke’s voice telling her to head into the pool. Abby had called and she needed to finish changing. Lexa, tied her hair back, dressed quickly in trunks and a bikini top, then grabbed towels for the two of them and hopped into the pool. She was standing about waist deep when Clarke finally emerged from the house. She was wearing a navy blue bikini that left little to the imagination. The blonde had yet to look at the pool, but was talking anyway.

“Lexa, is your anatomy the reason you didn’t stay that time you came for my birthday?”

“Uh. Yeah. It is hard to try to explain why I wear swim trunks, without telling everyone my secret.” Clarke looked to her friend, who was staring down at the water. She raised an eyebrow, knowing something was troubling the brunette, and slowly eased into the water. Making her way over to her friend, she came to a stop just in front of the other girl, who immediately backed away.

Clarke didn’t take another step toward her because she wanted to make sure Lexa was comfortable, and right now, she was sure Lexa was not. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?”

“Nothing.” She still didn’t look up.

“Then why won’t you look at me? You only do that when you’re uncomfortable or embarrassed.” She watched as Lexa flushed a shade of dark pink she had seen once or twice on the brunette. “Lex?”

“I, uh. I didn’t think this through enough.”

“What? Swimming?” Clarke questioned softly.

Lexa’s shoulders dropped a bit. “Well, yeah kinda. Mostly, you in a bathing suit. You’re just…” She finally lifted her eyes from the water, finding piercing blue eyes instead. “You’re really, really beautiful. And I am really attracted to you but I don’t want to be, um, disrespectful or objectify you.” She pointed down to the water, and the point was made.

Nope. Not expecting that. It took a few seconds for Clarke’s brain to process what Lexa had said. When it finally did, she was already unconsciously moving forward, toward the other nervous teen. This time Lexa didn’t move back. She placed on hand on Lexa’s cheek and brushed her thumb over the bottom lip that was currently being chewed to hell and back. “So are you, Lexa. So beautiful. And god, I’ve been attracted to you for years.” She whispered, then leaned in and placed her lips on brunette’s. It was slow and timid at first, both girls not exactly sure what to do with themselves. Lexa was the first to figure it out and gently put her hands on Clarke’s hips. She pulled the shorter girl closer to her as their lips continued to slide over each other. Clarke wrapped her arms around the brunette’s neck and pulled her in even tighter. If you asked Clarke who made the first move to deepen the kiss she’d blush and tell you she didn’t know. It was her, it was totally her.

Life didn’t change much after that, aside from Lexa and Clarke now being a couple. They spent the rest of summer completing their AP course summer work. They applied for colleges, they playfully competed for Valedictorian, even though Clarke was sure she would never beat Lexa’s score on anything.

One month into the school year, Clarke had enough of Bellamy and Finn with their tirade against Lexa for no apparent reason. She went to her dad, who called Marcus Kane, the high school principal. The boys were suspended and told they would be expelled if it didn’t stop. They did.

Three months into the school year, Clarke actually convinced Lexa to go to a party.

November 2007

“This music is awful.” Lexa groaned as she and Lincoln pushed their way through the crowd at Raven’s house. The only thing Lexa liked about the party so far, is that it was almost over. She had stayed with Clarke and their friends through most of the night, as they drank and laughed. They only separated when a buzzed Octavia announced she had to pee and drug Clarke along with her. She instructed Lincoln, who was also sober, to make sure her brother didn’t bother Lexa. “How late do these things usually go?” She nearly yelled, to make sure her question was heard over the thumping of the bass line.

“Until people start puking or the cops show up.” Lincoln shrugged, like it was all normal. She was working on her second bottle of water when arms slipped around her waist from behind.

“You’re really sexy, you know that?” Clarke husked into her ear, then kissed just below it. Public displays of affection still weren’t either Lexa or Clarke’s thing, they chose to keep their relationship private. At school, they held hands but nothing really more than that. In private, they were not quite as reserved. “We should get out of here. I want to make out.”

Lexa chuckled softly and smiled. “Okay, we can go. Do you want to get food first?”

The slightly intoxicated blonde’s eyes lit up. “Oh. My. God. Yes. Babe, you’re a genius. Octavia! Lexa’s a genius. Go get Harper, we’re going to Denny’s.”

That’s how Clarke, Lexa, Octavia, Lincoln, Harper and Monty all ended up at IHOP at two thirty in the morning. Harper had argued that the Denny’s they had set out for was crawling with drunk college guys at that time. Clarke had her own food in front of her, but insisted on eating Lexa’s fries, humming happily after each one she stole. They all sat there laughing and talking until Clarke and Harper were pretty much sober, Octavia was a whole different story. Everyone bid each other farewell, as they all went to their separate vehicles. As Lexa navigated the streets back home, Clarke’s hand inched it’s way over the center console. It finally reached the soccer players lean thigh about five minutes into the trip. It stayed there the rest of the way, and Lexa chanced a couple of glances at stoplights, seeing that Clarke was just looking forward, smiling. She looked content, like she didn’t have a single care in the world. If you asked Lexa, that’s one of her favorite looks from Clarke. Once they pulled into the driveway at Lexa’s, Clarke finally made her move. She leaned over the console to press a kiss to the brunette’s lips, at the same time, her hand went to the nape of the driver’s neck. She kissed her girlfriend passionately, until she needed to breathe.

When Lexa managed to get air into her lungs, she decided to pose a tricky question. They hadn’t done anything more that some heavy make outs and a little bit of grinding on each other. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”

Clarke looked at her somewhat shyly, considering how aggressively she had just been kissing her girlfriend. “Are your parents still out of town?”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean that in that way, babe. I just want your cuddles. And if we do go there I want you to feel just as comfortable as you always make me feel.”

Clarke smiled softly. “I know. And I appreciate that. I love you, Lex.”

“I love you too, Clarke.” It was Lexa’s turn to lean over the console and kiss her girlfriend, but it was a short, sweet kiss. “Now, am I walking you home or are you coming up?”

“I’m coming up.”

They grabbed a glass of water each and a movie from downstairs then settled into Lexa’s bed, with the brunette as the big spoon. The movie played as the sun rose but neither girl paid any attention. Instead they laid there, trading slow lazy kisses. At some point, shirts were removed so they could gently caress each other’s skin. At another point, Lexa’s lips left Clarke’s and she pressed them to every inch of the girls exposed torso. When she reached the waistband of Clarke’s shorts, she was asked to keep going, so she did. She pulled them down slowly keeping her eyes on the perfect face of her girlfriend, looking for any sign of discomfort, she never found it.

She continued to worship the body beneath her until her name was being moaned out, over and over again. She continued to worship the goddess that made her feel so entirely comfortable with herself, that sometimes she forgot she was made differently.

Clarke looked at her with so much adoration and love after she tumbled over the edge for the second time, that Lexa almost forgot what they were doing. Long fingers gripped her chin and pulled her back up to meet the blonde’s lips. “Lex, please. I want to feel you too, and I need you to feel me.” If you asked Lexa, that was the moment that she knew as long as she lived, no one would ever compare to Clarke.

The rest of senior year went perfectly.

Three weeks before graduation, Clarke found out she got into Harvard. Two weeks before graduation, Lexa found out she got into MIT. One week before graduation, Lexa and Clarke were told they were Valedictorian and Salutatorian, respectively.

One day before graduation, Clarke did not show up for the practice run through.

June 2008

“Lexa Woods, please report to the office.” The office secretary’s voice came through the PA system. Lexa made her way to the office quickly, unsure of what she could have possibly done to get summoned on the last day of school. She opened the office door to find her father standing at the counter with a sad smile.

“Hey kiddo.” Alexander was a somewhat intimidating man to those who didn’t know him. He was a construction manager who had worked his way up from the very bottom. He was physically a large guy, built like a bull as he would say.

“Dad. What’s wrong?”

He sighed and nodded his head out the door. “I’m taking you home early.”

“What happened to mama?”

“No! Nothing. Munchkin, mama is fine. It’s Jake Griffin, he had a heart attack on the way to work this morning.”

Lexa’s eyes immediately welled with concern. Jake and Abby had always been like a second set of parents to her. “Oh my god. Is… is he going to make it?”

“I don’t know, munchkin. But mama called me to come get you so that you can be with Clarke.” She nodded and they got into the car and drove wordlessly to the hospital. When they arrived, Alexander guided her to where he was told the Griffin women were waiting. Clarke looked up when she entered the room and both of them broke out into sobs as Lexa through her arms around her. They stayed there, wrapped up together, neither girl ever moving to let go, until the doctor came in hours later and told them Jake was going to be okay.

Lexa read Clarke’s speech at the graduation ceremony the next day. It was the only way Clarke could convince her to go. As soon as it was over, she was right back at the hospital along with their friends.

The first years of college passed quickly for the couple. Clarke and Lexa were both in the Boston area making life so much better during college. They were the ideal couple to their friends, and yes, Lexa made more friends. College was good to her. They only had one big fight during the their undergrad.

September 2010

“Lexa, please. I need you to help around here.” They moved into a small apartment after their first year of college so they could be together. Lexa had taken up app developing with a friend in her spare time, and she tended to zone out when she was really into it. “Lexa? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m listening.” She replied from her spot on the couch, eyes not leaving the screen.

“What did I say then?” Clarke’s hands went to her hips and she cocked her head to the side.

Lexa finally looked away from the computer. “Okay, to be completely honest I missed the first part of what you said. But I am listening now.”

Clarke closed her eyes and shook her head. “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me. Lexa this place is a disaster. It’s so gross. I get that college is easy for you and you’re like a natural genius who never needs to study, but maybe in your free time you could pull yourself away from the computer for five minutes and wash the damn dishes.”

Lexa sat up straight and looked around the room, then looked back at Clarke with a furrowed brow. “Okay, babe. I’ll wash them right now.” She got up and went into the kitchen to find two coffee cups and a plate. She was confused even more now, so after rinsing them and placing them in the dishwasher, she returned to the living room and picked up the three pieces of paper on the coffee table. She placed them in her back pack, then sat back down at her laptop. She began the sign off procedure for the developer tool she was using, making sure all her work was saved.

Clarke came back into the room at that precise moment. “Really, Lexa? Really. You couldn’t stop and do what I asked for five minutes?”

“I did what you asked Clarke, and I am turning my computer off to help you with whatever you need for the rest of the night.” Lexa stood and faced her girlfriend. “What is going on with you?”

“What’s going on with me? Really?” She folded her arms over her chest. “I have to do everything, all of the time, and I asked you to help me this once, and something is going on with me?” She dropped her arms to the side. “You know what? I’m leaving.”

Lexa’s jaw dropped and her heart sank. She didn’t say anything or move to stop the furious woman, she just stood there, in shock. Clarke left the apartment with a slam of the door.

She returned four hours later to a spotless apartment, freshly laundered sheets and clothing which was put away appropriately, and a crying girlfriend sitting on her side of their bed.

“Lex, baby.” She slowly approached their bed. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. It was wrong, I was unfair to you. I know you do stuff around here. Hell, I know there were only three dishes in the sink earlier. I’m so sorry.”

Lexa sniffed before looking up at Clarke. The brunette was not a crier, Clarke had maybe seen it three times in the years they have known each other. She immediately started crying as well, knowing how much she had to have hurt Lexa for there to be tears. “Why?” Was all she managed to croak out at first. “I love you more than anything in this world Clarke. You just left. You left me.”

“I know baby, I know. I shouldn’t have left. I love you too. I promise I’ll never do that again.” Clarke slowly leaned in and pressed their foreheads together, tears still rolling down both of their cheeks. “I’m so sorry.” Lexa was the one to lean forward and press their lips together in a salty, tear filled kiss. “I think I figured out why I flew off the handle like that. It’s not an excuse for how I acted.” She lifted the plastic Walgreen’s bag and pulled out a pregnancy test. “I haven’t had my period for the last two months. I chalked it up to stress because we always use protection.”

“You… You think you might be pregnant?” Lexa’s jaw dropped as she looked at the box.

“It’s either that or I have a huge hormone imbalance for some other reason.”

Clarke wasn’t pregnant. She went the the doctor who basically just shrugged and said it happens, then put her on birth control to help regulate her. There were no more outbursts, but there was a lot more sex. Now that they were sure there would be no babies in their near future coupled with the fact that they both loved the feeling of not have a condom barrier between them. If you asked Clarke, that fight never happened, because she is still mad at herself to this day about how much she hurt Lexa.

Oh and that app Lexa was working on? Well, it sold to Facebook two years later for an undisclosed amount of money. Lexa was now an undisclosed amount of loaded. (She had $140 million.) Neither of them would ever have to work again if they chose not to, just on the interest alone.

It wasn’t until after graduation from grad school, Lexa garnering a double masters in engineering and architecture, Clarke finishing law school, that they broached the subject of marriage.

November 2014

“Clarke, baby. Wake up.” Lexa gently shook her sleeping girlfriend into consciousness early on a Saturday morning.

“Five more minutes, Lex.” The blonde mumbled and pushed her head deeper into the pillow.

“Clarke, come on. It’s important.” Lexa whined from next to her. Clarke slowly rolled onto her side and came eye to eye with her girlfriend. “Hi.”

“Hey. Do you know what today is?”

“No? Should I? Our anniversary is in July. Your birthday is in April. Mine was August -”

“Okay, okay. Technically it’s none of those, but it’s also all of those. Today is special for its own reason.” Lexa explained. “Today’s date is 10/22/14. Your birthday is August 10th, mine is April 22nd, and our anniversary is July 14th. And I would also, very much like it if, it could be described as the day you agreed to marry me?”

Clarke’s eyes went wide. “What?”

Lexa pulled a small ring box out from under her pillow. “Clarke Abigail Griffin, would you please continue to make me the happiest woman in the world by marrying me?”

Clarke’s eyes filled with tears and she nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes. Yes yesyesyes.” She punctuated each yes with a kiss.

If you asked Lexa, there was no happier moment in her life, up to this point, than when Clarke said I do the next year on the same day. If you asked Clarke, Lexa is the world’s biggest sap. It’s totally true and Clarke totally loves it.

The wedding was a small, intimate affair. Their wedding party consisted of Harper, Octavia, and Raven on Clarke’s side, and Lincoln, Monty and Anya (Lexa’s college friend) on the other.

They did a traditional dollar dance at the wedding and they donated the money to a school in Thailand. Drunk Monty paid three times, danced with each girl once and then initiated a group hug style sway on the third. Lexa cut him off.

When they got back from the honeymoon, Lexa and Anya architecture firm exploded in popularity. They hired Raven, Monty and Lincoln to work with them, paying for them and their spouses to move to Boston. Clarke went to work at the district attorney’s office and life continued pushing forward. Harper became a highschool teacher and Octavia a social worker.

Octavia and Lincoln got married next, it was also a small wedding. Lexa and Clarke made a large, anonymous, donation to wedding their fund. Everyone still knew who it was, no one questioned it. At the wedding, the women did their best to keep away from Bellamy, who still seemed to harbor some sort of grudge.

March 2016

“You can chill the fuck out or you can leave. Those are your two options Bell.” Octavia poked him in the chest to further make her point.

“I’m not leaving your wedding, O. You’re my sister. Make her leave.” He squared his shoulders and clenched his jaw.

Octavia had enough. “Why would I do that? You have tormented Lexa for her entire life, Bellamy. Her whole life. If someone did that to me, there is no way I would be friends with his sister. She has never once, never ever, said a cross word about you to me. God knows she could, but she doesn’t. So what the fuck is your problem?”

“How was she so weird all through school and she still got Clarke to fall for her?” Bellamy glared over her shoulder to where the happy couple was chatting with Raven and Anya. He clenched his jaw again as Lexa leaned over and pressed a kiss to Clarke’s temple.

“That’s what this is all about? You’re upset you could never land Clarke. Un-fucking-believable. Okay, number one she wasn’t ‘weird’, she was quiet. There is a difference. Number two, you know what, no, I’m done talking to you. If you so much as think about going near either one of them, I will have your ass thrown out of here so fast, Bellamy Blake.” She turned and stomped away, an elegant feat in a wedding dress. She turned and stomped back quickly. “Just so you know, they have treated me more like family in the past ten plus years than you ever have. Look around you, they’ll never admit it, but they are the ones that paid for everything. Pull your head out of your ass.” She stomped away, for good this time.

The dance floor was opened up after the newly married couple swayed to Etta James’ At Last. Next, Clarke and Lexa slowly swayed to Elvis’ I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You, which was their first dance song just a few short months ago. When the song concluded, some pop medley came on and Lexa excused herself to the restroom and to grab two more drinks. At 25 years old, Lexa liked to think her level of self control was pretty damn high. That being said, she was completely unsurprised by the events of the forty five seconds between her re entering the ballroom and Bellamy holding his bleeding nose in the middle of the dance floor.

“Clarke, can I talk to you for a second?” Bellamy nearly pleaded as he approached the blonde in the middle of the dance floor.

“That depends, do you have an itemized list of all the things you’re going to apologise to my wife for?” She really enunciated wife, just for him.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before stammering out his response. “No, I was just hoping to talk to you. Maybe you could give me another chance to prove that I’m a good -”

“Oh no. We’re not doing this. You aren’t going to stand here and disrespect my marriage.” Clarke turned to walk off the dance floor when a strong hand griped her bicep.

“Clarke wait.”

She shot him a glare. “Let me go, Bellamy.”

“Just let me finish-” His pleading was cut off by a fist to the face. He stumbled backward and hit the ground with a thud, clearly not prepared for the hit.

“You do not get to put your hands on my wife.” A very livid Lexa was standing over him, one hand bunched in his collar. “You bullying me in school was one thing. I didn’t fight back because I would have hurt you, severely, and I couldn’t have that on my record. But I swear on all that you hold dear, if you ever touch Clarke again, they will never find your body.” With that, she released him and gently took her wife’s hand, leading her from the dance floor.

Lincoln came up to Bellamy after the women walked away. “O said to tell you that you deserved so much more than what you just got, and you should feel lucky that Lexa is such a good person. And also that she warned you, now it’s time for you to leave. I’ve gotta say, man, I definitely don’t disagree.” He waved over two of his friends who were ushers for the ceremony. “Make sure he leaves.” Lincoln shook his head in disappointment and walked back to where his wife was standing with their friends.

“Damn Lexa, where’d you learn to throw a punch like that?” Raven questioned, handing over a bag of ice for her knuckles.

“I’ve been taking muay thai classes since I was six.” Everyone’s jaw dropped as they gaped at her. Everyone except Clarke. “What?”

“So you could have handled his ass a long time ago?” Lincoln asked, brow furrowed.

“Well, after the arm incident, they physically left me alone, so there was nothing I could do. If I hit him first, it would have been on my record forever.” Lexa shrugged. Clarke had known for many years about Lexa’s martial art prowess. She even went to a few matches in high school. It was just one of those things Lexa chose not to talk about with anyone besides her, so Clarke left it that way. “I tried to never let him get to me, guys, but tonight was the last straw. Sorry this happened at your wedding O.”

“Oh, no. That’s okay. He deserved it. I even warned him to stay away from you both.”

Harper and Monty got married next, but it was a quick, courthouse ceremony. Harper was pregnant and they needed to add her to Monty’s insurance. He still worked for Lexa and Anya, and they tried to pull some strings but the insurance company wasn’t having it.

December 2016

“Look at her Lex. She’s perfect.” The Griffin-Woods stood in front of the viewing window of the nursery at Mass General. “Emma Amelia Green. I can’t believe she is finally here.”

“Me either, babe. You know, I did the math. She was definitely conceived around the time of Linc and O’s wedding.” They shared a laugh, then continued watching the tiny infant sleep. “I want one.” Clarke was surprised to find that she was hearing those words instead of being the one to say them. She looked at her wife, surprise evident on her face.

“You do?”

“Well, yeah.” Lexa shrugged. “I want everything with you.” Clarke hummed and nodded. “Can you imagine? A little girl with your nose and my eyes.” Lexa chuckled and wrapped her arms firmly around her wife.

“I was thinking a little boy with your hair and my eyes.”

Lexa pressed a kiss to Clarke’s temple before mumbling. “That would be nice too.”

If you asked Clarke, she was ready to have Lexa’s baby all those years ago, when they thought she might be pregnant. If you asked Lexa, everything that has happened between her and Clarke happened at the precisely perfect moment.

They had managed to keep Lexa’s secret about being intersex from their friends until the time that they conceived. None of them batted an eye.

Alexander Jacob Griffin-Woods or AJ for short, was born April 29th, 2018 at 6:43pm. He was 6 lbs 13 oz of physical perfection. He had Clarke’s hair and Lexa’s eyes. After she saw him for the first time, Clarke looked at her wife with a wide grin. “If you asked me way back in third grade, I would have never guessed this would be when I finally beat you at something.”

Lexa just shrugged, smiled, then kissed her and then kissed her son as she stroked his blonde hair. “Yeah, you earned this one.”

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I am shopping in your bookstore and you didn’t notice my mother was standing directly behind me when you really blatantly hit on me. - Soma

Time to bust out of that post-resbang slump. Please accept this little bit of ridiculousness as I adjust back to writing past tense and Black Star’s shenanigans.

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It started out as a dare.

More like a challenge, really, one to see who could ask out their respective crushes first, and Maka refused to lose to her muscle-headed nincompoop of a neighbor who still insisted on being called by his childhood alter ego’s name.

Black Star. More like Black Death the way his nonsense seemed to kill all logic and reason with the speed and ferocity of deadly bacteria.

Gritting her teeth, Maka peered around the edge of the bookshelf she had strategically chosen for surveillance purposes - it was far enough away from the checkout that the grumpy object of this godforsaken mission would have a hard time seeing her, but close enough that she could gauge both how busy the store was and how tired he seemed. If she played her cards right, she could walk up when there were few people around, dazzle him with some tried and true wordplay that she had spent all of the previous night researching, and then be done before he woke up enough to realize he’d agreed to go on a date with someone as pathetically endowed as her.

She lurked in the sci-fi/fantasy section for another thirty minutes while the lunch rush came through, nearly forgetting about her mission entirely when she overheard a couple of teens talking about Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern series and getting into an animated discussion about the pros and cons of being soul-bonded to another sentient being. But then they left, and the relative quiet reminded Maka she had a job to do.

A final peek around the shelf confirmed that there was nobody else in the store but her and Sir Slouches-A-Lot. Remembering the Internet’s reminder that men like confident, assertive women, she put on her competitive jiujitsu face and strode up to the counter with her back straight and her head held high. Her script was memorized. Her research was iron-clad. There was no way this could end in failure.

“Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?” she asked him in the most neutral tone she could manage. No need to pull out the sultry yet - all of the articles she’d read had agreed that pacing was important.

“Excuse me?” he stuttered, eyes wide as he half-tripped, half-collapsed onto the counter.

Maka frowned. It seemed the initial line didn’t work so well - perhaps something more poetic would get the point across. “Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.” That should definitely provoke the needed response - his eyes were a brilliant shade of wine-red that did funny things to her stomach when she thought about it too much, but she supposed that was why Black Star teased her about him so often. That’ll stop when she wins this bet, though. Surely Star couldn’t be faring any better with Kid given his utter inability to form coherent sentences that didn’t involve some inane portmanteau of ‘bro’ and the meme of the week.

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Space nerd

A/N: Omg this has been in my ask box for A G E S. Anon, I hope you’re still around so you can read this x.x I’m so sorry.

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime is a mess and Oikawa Tooru nose nerdy facts about the Universe.

#1 “Don’t you dare” and #47 “D-Don’t do that with your lips” - IwaOi

Words: 1,971


Iwaizumi was impressed when he first saw the place Oikawa chose to have lunch together. There was a small bench under a big tree that provided some protection from the slightly hot weather. It looked lovely, to say the less, and it was in the school territory which made Iwaizumi wonder if Oikawa had brought the bench here by himself.

“I didn’t know about this place”, Oikawa beamed, squeezing Iwaizumi’s hand tighter as he brought the lunch boxes closer to his chest.

“Stunning right? I found it like two weeks ago and I thought about you, Iwa-chan~!”, Iwaizumi blushed and let go of Oikawa’s hand. Almost not noticing the hurt pout on his face. Almost.

“Anyways, I hope you like this lunch, my mom helped me do it, but I did most of it!”, Iwaizumi smiled a little and when he saw the excitement taking Oikawa’s face he turned his head away.

He heard a soft sigh and his heart sinked a little, though, Oikawa’s cheerful voice called for his attention again as he placed a lunch box in front of him. His mouth became water as he saw what was inside.

“I know you like tofu so I made that”, Oikawa placed a tiny kiss on Iwaizumi’s cheek before he could turn his head away again. Iwaizumi hoped he didn’t see the blush taking his cheeks, if Oikawa did he didn’t say anything.

Spring was making its appearance once again. The weather was slightly hotter and the sky clear and blue. Iwaizumi heard Oikawa sighing happily as he eat up his food. Hajime could hear chatting from other students coming from miles and miles away, entering into his and Oikawa’s bubble just enough to add some white noise into the silence surrounding them… slightly awkward silence, at least for Iwaizumi.

“Iwa-chan”, Oikawa whined, and turning his head to look at his boyfriend Iwaizumi knew that it was slightly awkward for Oikawa too. “You know,“ he whispered, looking down at his food and poking it with his chopsticks. “We’re in a relationship. I think we need to talk with each other a bit more, but you keep kinda ignoring me”, Oikawa pouted a little and looked up at Iwaizumi. He didn’t say a thing, just kept eating and Oikawa chuckled, “you’re not a good boyfriend, Iwa-chan”. He stuck his tongue out feeling just slightly hurt.

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Purple Part Three | Taehyung, You

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Okay this ended up being MUCH longer than what I expected 5.2k words whoops… you might need tissues to read it as well

Photo Cred: VOSS

Why do you have to be different?

“Okay so tell me the truth,” was the first thing Jen said to them when they were seated for lunch.

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Domestic jeffmads/lams au: Chapter One

Credits: @hxxtile Lucy is their character, I just decided to make a story.

Word Count: 2000

Warning: Swearing

Plot: Lucy Jefferson starts Junior high with Philip Hamilton (who she hates) and is pretty sure she has her life figured out, until she meets Theodosia Burr Jr. (that’s it, it’s basically Lucy just figuring out her sexuality and who she is and having her dads be there every step of the way)


A/N: I hope you enjoy ??? maybe ???




      “First day of junior high! Are you nervous?” Thomas handed Lucy a plate with toast, scrambled eggs and sausage links. “It’s totally fine if you are, you don’t have to go if you’re not ready! We can call the office and tell them you’re sick or something.” He was rambling now. Lucy looked up at her dad and took a bite of her sausage. This was a thing that he did every time she hit some big ‘milestone’ in her life.

   "Of course my daughter isn’t nervous, she’s a Jefferson! Isn’t that right, Lucy?“ James came into the dining room, still in his maroon bathrobe, and ruffled her hair. When he tried to pull his hand out, it got stuck. "Jesus, do you ever brush this head of yours?” He asked once he had finally released himself from her hair.

     Lucy was about to respond when Thomas scoffed, handing his husband his plate, “You never seem to complain when you’re pulling on mine.” He raised a brow. James blushed. Lucy gagged and threw a wadded up napkin at him. Thomas gave her a challenging look and threw it back. Lucy stuck her tongue out and her father copied before they both began laughing.

     "God, you guys are basically the same person.“ James took a seat next to Lucy and Thomas sat on her other side. They began eating while their daughter, on the other hand, was halfway finished.

    "Philip should be here in about half an hour, have you picked out what you’re going to wear?” James asked. Lucy looked down at her current outfit which was an oversized pink hoodie that almost covered her purple skirt. Her matching purple flats awaited at the door. She looked back up at James as he looked over her outfit. “Lucy, it’s your first stay of school! Don’t you think what you’re wearing is…” He looked over at his husband for help.

      “Absolutely adorable!” Thomas gushed. Lucy smiled at her dad. “Don’t listen to your dad! You look just fine, you’re going to be the most popular sixth grader there I can see it now!” Thomas looked at Lucy with hearts in his eyes. He felt so proud, it was like he was staring at a younger, smaller, female version of himself.

     "Thanks, Papa,” Her voice was small and smooth but strong at the same time. Thomas fell apart at the large smile she offered him. “Also, I don’t see why junior high is such a big deal?” She turned to James, “From what I’ve heard, it’s the same as elementary. High school is where the real juicy stuff happens. Dances, sports, dating…”

     James choked on his orange juice, “Dating?” He asked, looking down at the eleven year old. She nodded eagerly.

    “Yeah, papa! Dad said the two of you met in high school, right?” Thomas nodded and sipped on his coffee, “He told me that you guys met at a party that aunt Angelica threw! Apparently you were playing truth or dare and Alexander dared Papa to…”

      “Mr. Jeffersons!!!” Philip’s squeaky voice was heard from the other side of the front door, “The doors unlocked but mom told me it’s impolite to walk into people’s houses unannounced so this is me announcing myself!” Thomas sighed in relief. He never thought he’d be so happy to hear a Hamilton’s voice.

     He stood up gave James an apologetic smile. Lucy stood as well and gave James a kiss on the cheek. “Wish me luck, dad!” She gave him a toothy grin. James smiled gave her a thumbs up. She ran over to Thomas who was holding her Powerpuff Girls backpack and a twenty dollar bill.

    “Make sure no bully tries to steal your lunch money,” Thomas whispers, “And by bully I mean Phillip.” He handed her the backpack and cash and kissed her forehead. Lucy nodded and saluted Thomas before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and opening the door.

     “Dramatic much?” Philip asked when Lucy let the breath out. She opened her eyes and looked Philip up and down. He wore a plain blue short-sleeved shirt, with a turtle pin on his chest. His hands were in the pockets of his cargo shorts and he wore sky blue vans to match his shirt. He wore his curly hair in a bun, but a few strands fell out of it and into his face. He also had a turtle shell backpack. “You ready to go?”  When Lucy walked past him without a word he shrugged and turned to the door where James and Thomas stood, watching their interactions. “Bye, Mr. Jeffersons! I’ll make sure your daughter won’t get bullied!”

    James waved and closed the door, turning to Thomas, “Why do I feel like it’s going to be Lucy protecting Philip?”

     Thomas shrugged, “It probably will.”



 

     “Okay, first things first! Stay away from the back of the bus.” Lucy gave Phillip a confused look, “That’s where the eighth graders sit. The very front is for the fifth graders, who only come to the junior high for band. Then there’s us, the sixth graders, then seventh. And then the back four seats. Basically thrones.”

   “You know this how?” Lucy asked as they approached the bus stop.

   “I’m in band, duh! I left my violin at mom’s house though so she’s dropping it off later today.”

    “Nerd.” Lucy giggled under her breath. Phillip glared at her but she only continued to laugh, which made him even angrier. He balled his hands into fists and stomped ahead to the bus stop. He doesn’t even know why he bothers with her. Lucy caught up to him, still laughing, and looked around, “Hey, braces, how come we’re the only ones here? This stop used to be filled with kids.”

     “That was for elementary, idiot. We’re like, the only sixth graders in this part of the neighborhood. We’re also the first stop, so we get good seats. Don’t sit next to me though, I have friends.”

      “That’s a lie,” Lucy laughed and turned when she heard the bus coming down the road. ‘Here we go’ she thought to herself. The bus pulled up in front of them and the doors opened to reveal an old, fat, white man who was a few years away from losing his teeth. Lucy could tell, because when he smiled down at them, his mouth was a mess of brown and yellow.

       “Well, hello there, Pip! Who is this?” He asked.

       “Mornin’, Bill! This is Lucy, I’m supposed to be showing her the ropes!” Lucy rolled her eyes behind Philip who was smiling proudly.

      “Oh! And I see you got a little upgrade over the summer?” Philip was confused at first, “Your braces, kid. You didn’t have them last year if I recall. When’d you get those?”

    “A few weeks ago,” Philip began to talk about the experience, but Lucy was honestly trying to get to school.

     She cleared her throat, “Excuse me, Bill? Don’t you have other stops to get to?” Philip rolled his eyes and mouthed something to the old man, which got him laughing hysterically. Lucy crossed her arms and glared at the two.

      “I’m sorry, ma’am, won’t happen again.” Bill said through laughter, he high fived Philip before the curly haired boy began walking down the aisle. Lucy sighed and followed. She took a seat two seats in front of Philip and on the other side of the aisle, not wanting to sit next to him. When the bus started moving she smiled and looked out the window and at the passing houses.

        After three stops, the bus was almost filled with kids talking about their summer and new outfits and whatnot. Philip’s friends were even on the bus as well. Everyone knew everyone. Except Lucy. She mentally cursed her dads for making her go to a private school, but also thanked them, because a majority of the kids on this bus were in desperate need of a shower.

     At the fourth stop, though, the boredom was knocked right out of Lucy. After a few eighth and seventh graders, a sixth grade girl walked onto the bus, looking down at her phone with furrowed brows. She had her dreadlocks pulled back into a high pony-tail and wore a pink shirt that read “#Vote4Burr!” in blue lettering. She wore dark blue denim shorts, black flats and a stitch backpack that was covered in pins from shows such as Bob’s Burgers, Adventure Time, she even had a few Melanie Martinez ones. “This is the bus to WJHS, right?” She had asked. A few kids in the back laughed but she seemed to either ignore them, or not care. Lucy liked that.

    When Bill nodded, she smiled anxiously and began typing vigorously into her phone, walking down the aisle. Lucy wanted to say something when she passed her and walked to the eighth grade section, but she was too late. The whole bus had gone quiet as well and watched her.

      “Hey, you, what grade are you in?” An eighth grader, who Philip had referred to as Mia, asked, the bus began moving, causing the girl to stumble a bit.

     She looked up from her phone and stuck it in her back pocket, “Sixth, why?” She asked. Lucy thought that the girl was genuinely confused, but Mia took it as sass.

    “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I’m gonna need you to lose the attitude.” Mia replied coldly. Lucy was getting mad now.

    “Hey, leave her alone! She was just confused, you douche!” Lucy stood and turned around to glare at Mia from the front of the bus. A chorus of Ooh’s was heard from the bus, Mia’s face began to turn red and she stood up from her seat.

     Another eight grader, who had their ear buds in, heard the commotion and took them out. They took one look at Mia and the confused girl and sighed, standing up as well. “Mia, sit the fuck down. It’s obviously this kid’s first day, don’t make it as hard for them as it already is.” The person’s voice was calm yet stern as they spoke to Mia who crossed her arms and sat down and pulled out her phone with a huff, but it turned soft and sympathetic when they turned to the still confused and honestly bewildered girl, “I don’t know if you know this, but the back seats are taken for eighth graders, you can sit up front, though.” They smiled down at the girl.

      “Thank you,” She breathed out and turned around to walk back down the aisle. All the seats were taken except for (conveniently) the one next to Lucy. “Can I sit here?” She asked hopefully. Lucy felt her face grow hot and she nodded. Her first new friend, wow. “Thanks for defending me by the way.” She smiled after taking a seat.

      Lucy nodded back with a nervous grin and couldn’t help but peek over at the girl as she pulled her phone back out. Lucy wasn’t allowed to have a phone (Thomas disagrees but James thinks she too young) so she was nothing short of surprised to see that the girl had an IPhone 7 in her small hands. The lock screen was a selfie taken of her and a man (bald) laughing at how they looked with the snapchat dog filter. When she unlocked the phone (with her thumb print, which also amazed Lucy) the home screen was her and the same man with the flower crown filter, smiling whole heartedly. Lucy smiled, guessing that man was her father and turned back to look out the window silently.

     “I’m Theodosia Burr Jr., but you can just call me Theo.” The girl spoke as the bus finally left their neighborhood. Lucy looked over at the girl, who was smiling and holding her hand out.

     “I’m Lucy Jefferson, nice to meet you, Theo.” She smiled back and took her hand.

     “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

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✮ Chapter Six: Balance ✮

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Monday sees Riley return to classes at Hillford High. At lunch she enters the cafeteria with Mabel and they sit together, later to be joined by Lucas, Thomas and Tristan. 

The conversation is - like it was all last week - basically just the boys talking to the girls as it was obvious the three family members were always in each others business so it wasn’t as if a simple ‘How was your weekend, what did you get up to?’ would suffice between them. 

They were so in each others business that Riley wonders how Lucas has a place that’s secret and separate from his cousins. How does he explain away the time? These are all thoughts that bounce around Rliey’s head and pull away her attention like a trance. 

“Earth to Riley,” Thomas snaps in the brunettes face to which she shakes her head in shock and quickly swats away his hand. 

“Where is it you went just now?” Tristan asks with a small smile. 

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A Quick Peck On The Lips

-credits to the rightful owner/creator of the gif  ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ

Request: 
Can you do a Stuart x reader where Stuart and reader are best friends and go to high school together and she gets cat called all the time and Stuart gets mad and tries to fight everyone who does it to her. One day he gets so sick of it and when someone cat calls reader he punches the guy in the face. Readers breaks up the fight and Stuart accidentally says ‘stay away from my girl’


Character: Stuart Twombly from the move “The Internship”

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Nerdy Virgin Calum

Pairing: Y/N/Calum

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 10.000+

Summary: People wanted the stories to continue so let’s see what happens in Calum’s! Inspired and continued from my preference based on End Up Here! 

Luke’s Version //  #61 End Up Here - 5 Seconds Of Summer

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Here and Now

Wordcount: 2400

[AO3][Masterpost]

Have a fluffy Yooran oneshot inspired by a headcanon I shared with @mysticmessengervibes about Saeran being really good with kids.



Yoosung wasn’t exactly out to his family.  He wasn’t exactly in the closet either.  Mostly the Kim family simply didn’t talk about the elephant in the room.  Or rather the 5’6” pastel punk that was never more than an arms length from Yoosung anytime his family visited. 

After weeks of hand wringing and Saeran telling him repeatedly that it wasn’t a big deal, Yoosung had decided that he was definitely going to bring his boyfriend home for Easter.  This time, he promised, he would hold his hand and answer honestly if anyone asked.

Definitely.

Probably.

If they asked.

The moment they’d stepped off the train he’d changed his mind.  His face had paled and he’d frozen.

“We should just go back.  We can— we can order pizza and buy discount chocolate,” Yoosung says, tightening his grip on Saeran’s hand, eyes glued to the exit.

“You want to just sit her until the next train then?”  Saeran’s voice was irritated but if Yoosung had bothered to look at him he would have seen the grin on his face.  If you couldn’t tell the Choi’s were twins all they had to do was grin like that.

“Yes,” Yoosung huffs.  He drops Saeran’s hand to better hug his bag and sits defiantly in one of the hard plastic chairs.

Saeran runs a hand through his hair and tries not to laugh.  “I’ve already met your parents,” he says softly.  “You don’t have to tell them if you’re not ready, I don’t mind.”

The station is busy with people coming home for the holiday and while the two boys are not causing a scene they do garner a few curious looks.

“I mind,” Yoosung mumbles into his bag, lavender eyes flicking up to finally look at Saeran.

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