Ladies and Gentlemen, you might want to take off your trousers and slip into a bathrobe because things are about to get pretty steamy in here.
I’m beyond excited to officially unveil for you the beautiful cover of my upcoming book, “Strangers Assume My Girlfriend Is My Nurse!”
I’m sure many of you temporarily lost consciousness when your eyes fell upon the sheer sexiness of my girlfriend, Hannah, and I posing in such a sultry position, so I’ll give you a minute to regain your strength before I continue. I hope you’ll wipe up your drool and keep reading because I have a few very important things to say about this book.
My name is Shane Burcaw, and I was born with a lovely muscle-wasting disease called Spinal Muscular Atrophy. I’m working really hard to use my time on this earth to create a positive, lasting impact. Specifically, my goal is to change the way society looks at disability. This book is the next step in that journey.
One of the biggest stigmas about people with disabilities is that we are incapable and unworthy of romantic relationships. To give you an example, I run a YouTube channel with Hannah, and every time we post a new episode, people inevitably comment with theories as to why on earth we are dating. Here are just a few of my favorites:
“Don’t get me wrong - he seems like a good dude - but I ain’t buying it. She’s either his nurse or good friend and this is an act, or she’s got a couple screws loose.”
“Ask yourself, would you date him? NO, YOU WOULDN’T. What is the catch here?”
“This [relationship] is abnormal and frankly disgusting.”
Aren’t these fun? Jokes aside, this is but a small indication of the vast and innumerable ways that people with disabilities are discriminated against on a daily basis. I am determined to change that situation.
My strategy is humor. In “Strangers Assume My Girlfriend Is My Nurse” I use funny stories from my life to show readers that using a wheelchair is not some horrid, depressing existence. I’m a person, and my disability should not invoke pity or aversion, but rather, respect and love and kindness, just like we all deserve.
If you personally support that idea, please please please consider sharing this post. My ability to make a difference in this world is solely hinged upon spreading my story to as many people as possible, and YOU hold that power for me!
In celebration of my new book, and to raise funds for my nonprofit organization (which teaches children across the country about disability awareness and pride), I am hosting a HUGE online event scheduled for 8pm EST on November 27th. Entertainment will include a reading from “Strangers Assume”, an open Q&A where you can ask me anything you’d like, never-before-heard stories, and other special surprises! Your ticket purchase will help us provide adaptive technology to individuals living with muscular dystrophy in December 2018.
Thanks so much for reading and taking the time to share this exciting news. Below are all the important links you need regarding my new book and the live event on Nov 27th.
You should totally consider turning “Welcome to Riverdale High” into a series or at least make more parts. It was AMAZING!! 🖤
Omg thank you too much! I was so unsure whether or not I should post this, I’m so glad you liked it! I’m planning on writing a part 2, just got to figure out what to actually write hehe. I’ll see how it turns out and maybe I can keep it going for a little while!
Summary:
(Y/N) is tasked with showing some of the transfer students from Southside High around her school. One Serpent in particular catches her eye, and the feeling's mutual.
Warning:
Poorly censored cussing. Hint of- and mention of smut, I think. (Not sure what classifies.)
With Southside High closed down Riverdale High and the students on the northside would have to accept some coming changes in their daily lives. The great majority of students were strongly opposed the transfers, and perhaps their parents even more, but they were still told to make their new classmates feel as welcomed as possible. If the teachers and principal actually believed the students would put in said effort, was another case entirely.
Anyway, a couple of students with good results and records were asked to take responsibility for the school tours. One of these students being (Y/N) (L/N). She'd transferred in not too long ago, but had already gotten settled in nicely, and really enjoyed her Riverdale High experience. Presumably why a student only two months in would be asked to represent the school. Maybe the southsiders would relate to her new-student experience and feel encouraged to face the change with an optimistic outlook.
(Y/N) stands ready by the school's main entrance, waiting for the new students to arrive. They had been sorted into tour groups, and (Y/N) holds a piece of paper with the names of all the students she’ll be responsible for, six in total. Eventually, all the students she would show around school arrives, and (Y/N) becomes aware of a second reason she’s been requested for the job. She might live on the northside, get good grades and follow the rules, but unlike a lot of her fellow classmates, she dresses a lot less preppy. The previous Southside High students are all wearing mostly dark clothing, all of them with leather jackets and there aren’t few combat boots, flannels and chains hanging from black jeans. As for herself, she’s wearing fishnet stockings under a black jean skirt and a cropped sweater with the logo of her favorite band. And let's not forget her trusty cut-out ankle boots.
She pictures herself showing up in white pants and a fluffy pink sweater. Or maybe a knee length skirt and pumps with bows on he ankles. Now, she knows both Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge are also tour guides, and they’ll probably do just fine, but she is rather happy her fashion is at it is, classified as a bit more edgy.
«Alright! Welcome to Riverdale High,» (Y/N) says with a smile, «I’m (Y/N), and I’ll be showing you around today, and if you ever have any questions you’re free to come to me anytime.»
«I think I’ll be having a lot of questions,» one of the guys smirks at her, looking her up and down. He’s not the only one to check her out, but (Y/N) now becomes extra aware of him. He’s the tallest of the lot, and rather attractive. Her (E/C) eyes scan over his broad shoulders and what appears to be a rather fit physique, then end at his face. Messy, black hair and brown eyes. (Y/N) had never had an ideal type, but from now on, she’ll say it’s tall, dark and handsome. Leather jacket optional, but appreciated.
«Yeah?» (Y/N) asks returning his smirk. She certainly doesn’t mind his flirting, «One of them happen to be where my eyes are?»
He chuckles slightly, and it’s a deep sound sending ripples through her chest, «I’ll figure it out eventually,» he says, gaze never fully settling on her eyes. He was far more intrigued by what seemed to be a tattoo peaking out from beneath her skirt.
«Right, well, I’ve got your names on a paper, but I have no idea who’s actually whom, so, how about we start with that?»
She soon had their names down, and was rather fascinated by some of their names. Like the only girl on the tour named Toni Topaz and her friends Fangs Fogarty and a Harry Hunter. Somewhat cartoon like, making her think of Donald and Dolly Duck, or Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Meaning they had the same initials, not that their names were also species of animals. Although the name of the handsome giant that had flirted with her stood out the most. Sweet Pea. A rather sweet name for a rather rugged person.
«Sweet Pea, huh?» she smiles playfully, «Cute~»
(Y/N) has received instructions on what order to introduce the new students to their school, so she begins by leading them outside to present the school’s exterior facilities. The group arrives by the football field, and she leads way onto the tribunes so they can sit down while she explains about the amenities in sight.
«So, this is the football field,» she states, sitting down a row beneath them. She sits with one leg on either side of the bench, so as to not face completely away form them. «There’s around two to three games a month, and half of them are here, where our cheerleaders, the River Vixens perform…» she trails off, taking a second to think. «Considering football season’s almost over, other sports will actually be more relevant to you. Any of you planning on joining the River Vixens, though?»
«Only if you’re part of them,» one of the boys speak up.
«Harry, was it?» (Y/N) asks, making sure she has the name right. He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and she takes it as a ‘yes’. «I’m not,» she replies, «But I’m sure you would look great in a cheerleader skirt.» She sounds completely sincere when saying it, an innocent look on her face making her the closest anyone’s ever seen to an angel. Maybe except for that one halloween Sweet Pea got way too hammered and they threw a white sheet over his body and put a halo on his head.
«Anyway,» (Y/N) says and stands up, «For the more useful information.» «You see the trashcans over there?» Everyone nods or makes a sound to confirm it. «Under the bleachers, right beside it, a lot of people assume to be a good place to screw around. But it is not,» she states, and shudders at the thought of walking in on a couple going at it with all they had. «If you have to do it, it’s better over there. Might not seem like it, but considering the proximity to the entrance, no one’s trying to sneak through the bleachers, and the wall shields you form the sight of the parking lot, which is the only area people come form, as the entrance over there is closer to the school.»
«You seem to have the info on these secret hook up places pretty nailed down, (Y/N),» Harry says, wearing the same smirk as before. «How’s that?»
«You know, I wanna give you a sassy reply, but the fact is…I’ve walked into way too many people screwing in that corner, and if I see anyone else, I might die.»
«Hey, you know what I just realized?» Harry’s smirk has transcended into a shit-eating grin. «’screw’ rhymes with ‘me and you’.»
(Y/N) stares directly at the boy with a tall eyebrow. Did he really just deliver a pick-up line? Yes, he did. The (E/C) eyed girl gives him a rather sweet smile, and you’d think he’s getting a positive reply, but,
«Actually, it only rhymes with ‘you’. So, you have fun with that.»
A chorus of hollers sound form the tour group, and the Serpents are ready to tease the head off their friend. But Hunter, despite his attempts all having been perfectly deflected, doesn’t give up yet. And he does the only logical thing. Tries another pick-up line.
«Can I have directions?» he asks, and (Y/N) raises her eyebrow again, waiting for him to go on. «To your heart?»
«Sure,» (Y/N) says with a nod, «Keep heading downwards until you reach Hell, and you should be good.»
(Y/N) might be a northsider, but it becomes clear to the southsiders she’s a girl they can get onboard with. And it seems a game has begun.
The tour continues, and it basically consists of the new students delivering pick-up line after pick-up line, while (Y/N) shares the secrets of the school.
«I’m gay, but you might just turn me straight,» Fangs Fogarty delivers with a smug smile, and while he isn’t actually gay, well…do it for the line.
(Y/N) chuckles, shaking her head a little, «We’re almost done with the tour, so…how about I show you the cafeteria and we take a little break,» she suggests, then turns to address Fangs, «Also, bold of you to assume I’m straight.»
There is another round of hollers, while (Y/N) watches in amusement. Sure, she might actually be into guys, but sass is the only acceptable way to respond to a pick-up line. So, sass she delivered. And judging by the many hollers she’d heard during the tour, the sass was rather appreciated.
All the Serpents seem to be laughing and joking around, but then she catches a pair of eyes filled with a lot less humor than the others. Sweet Pea is looking at her with an intensity like none of the others. There’s intrigue, but (Y/N) also sees a heat that let’s her know he’s interest in much more than her humor. And she enjoys it.
While (Y/N) leads the way to the cafeteria, the pick-up lines roll in.
«Are those space pants? ‘cause your legs are out of this world!»
«I get what you were trying, but I’m wearing a skirt, so try again.»
«I lost my virginity, can I have yours?»
«Oh, I’d love to help you out, but I haven’t had that for a while.»
«If beauty was measured in seconds, you’d be an hour.»
«Sweetie, I’d be a whole f@cking year.»
The group ends up being the only people in the cafeteria, and a couple of Serpents hurry to a table right away. (Y/N) notices their rather impressed looks around the room, and finds herself wondering about the state of the Southside High cafeteria. Or the school in general. The attitude of the southsiders had really surprised her. While she always figured the mayor and school’s attempts at condemning them were exaggerated and prejudicial, she still hadn’t expected this. All of the six seemed to be great friends and were surpisingly motivated to start their new school.
They’ve all sat down on around the table, and (Y/N) figures they can try and get to know each other. However, her companions seem to think the best way to spend their little break, is competing in a battle of who-can-make-the-northsider-speechless. None have come close to winning, but maybe that’s part of the allure.
«Hey, I lost my underwear,» Toni says, having joined in on the fun, "Can I see yours?"
(Y/N) smirks, «Sorry. I’m not wearing any.» The boys around the table gapes at her words, while Tony looks almost impressed. There’s only one boy with a closed mouth, Sweet Pea, who was staring at her more intensely than before. Noticing her looking back, his lips form into a subtle smirk. Their little staring contest didn’t last long, because it only took two seconds for the next guy to speak,
«Are you a plant? Because I’m a vegetarian.»
(Y/N) chuckles a little at that one, diverting her eyes from Sweet Pea to the guy right beside him, «Are you talking about eating me up, or out?» she asks, but looks back at the taller one for her next words, «Because I’m only down for one of those.»
Sweet Pea licks his lips, not even bothering trying to be subtle about it. He’d like to throw (Y/N) onto the table and f@ck her raw right then and there, no matter if his friends were there or not, so licking his lips hungrily was pretty, f@cking subtle if he could say so himself. But he wasn’t the only one feeling rather agitated, because (Y/N) didn’t even to hear a single word from his mouth when he was looking at her like that.
«Anyone want something to drink?» (Y/N) asks, motioning to the vending machine.
«You buying, babydoll?» Sweet Pea asks, trying to pull a reaction from her. But she only gives him a playful smile,
«How about I teach you a Riverdale High secret, sweet cheeks?» she winks, standing up from the chair and beginning her walk to the vending machine. Not without throwing a teasing glance over her shoulder, of course. Soon enough, Sweet Pea stands from his seats and follow behind her.
«So, doll, what’s the secret?» Sweet Pea asks once they stand by the vending machine. He rests a hand against the window right next to (Y/N)’s head, practically looming above her, and making sure his breath would hit her ear.
«Well, sweet cheeks,» (Y/N) grins a little, as she begins pressing numbers on the keypad. «This machine’s pretty old, so I may have…tweaked…it a little,» she says and presses the button labeled 3B. There’s a faint whirring sound, before a bottle falls into the dispenser hatch, no money needed. «In other words, I can have free drinks whenever I want.»
She turns around to face Sweet Pea, who’s looking down at her impressed. This girl actually had the mechanical and engineerical skills to alter the machine’s mechanism. And to him, even more interestingly, she had actually used those skills to misuse school property.
«Being a little rulebreaker there, babydoll,» he states more than asks, and (Y/N) shrugs innocently, before standing up on her tiptoes to whisper in Sweet Pea’s ear. She makes sure her lips only barely brushes against the tattoo on his neck before they hover by his ear,
«And what are you going to do about it?»
"A couple of things come to mind," he whispers back, returning the light brush of lips against sensitive skin. But he doesn't let it be at that. His free arm sneaks around her waist, and he takes a step closer so they're pressed up against each other. Meanwhile, his lips don't just brush over her skin, he begins trailing kisses down her jaw. Beginning lightly, smirking as she doesn't do anything to stop him. Instead, she tilts her head to give him more access. "So willing even in the middle of the cafeteria," he teases, until he finds the junction between her neck and shoulder, and starts sucking relentlessly. (Y/N) almost moans at the feeling, but bites down on her lip and tugs a little harder on Sweet Pea's shirt, that at some point ended up balled between her fingers.
"What will people say when a hickey suddenly appears after showing a bunch of Serpents around school?" he grumbles against her skin. The sound of his voice sends a tingle down her spine and settles in her core. What is he doing to her? All he's done is kiss her neck, but she feels like a b!tch in heat. One his knees is pressed between her legs, very much on purpose, no doubt. (Y/N) may be affecting Sweet Pea, but he knows very well she's just as affected.
The arm he'd kept around (Y/N)'s waist roams down to her backside, giving a teasing squeese, before it's sliding down her thigh leaving a tingling sensation in its place.
«The tour of the school was nice and all," he whispers, voice deeper and rougher than before, "But now I’m gonna need you to show me that tattoo of yours.» His hand slides back up her thigh, slipping under her skirt where he'd seen the black ink. (Y/N) can feel his calloused hand directly above the skin she's gotten inked, but a thumb loops its way under her fishnets and plays over the soft skin of her inner thigh. Making her weaker in the knees than she'd like to admit.
"F@ck, Sweet Pea," she mumbles, "I think I should you the bleachers again."
"OH MY G@D!"
(Y/N) doesn't quite remember who the voice belongs to, but Sweet Pea recognizes Fangs' voice right away.
"Are you f@cking in the middle of the cafeteria!?"
"Free porn!"
Sweet Pea growls in annoyance. Whether his friends are trying to cockblock him or not, they are cockblocking him. He looks back down at (Y/N), who's hiding her face in his chest, before he throws a glance, more like a scowl, to his friends, whom are making the most obsence gestures anyone could possible imagine. There is no question to what he needs to do. The answer is simple
He quickly grabs (Y/N)'s hand and pulls her with him out of the cafeteria,
"Yeah, you're gonna have to show me the bleachers again!"
Summary: (Y/N) just won Show Me The Money and Zico/Mino decides to contact her, after she talked about him in an interview.
Part 1: Zico and Mino
Part 2: Zico - Mino
Part 3: Zico - Mino
Part 4: Zico - Mino
Warning: Poorly censored cussing. Mentions of sexual themes. Idek where I went with this. Not what I planned, just what happened.
Despite her mind yelling out everything wrong with the sentence. Should she not have used the comma? Was that a weird smiley? But then she realized she should be able to formulate the sentence however the frick she wanted and may or may not have givne her phone the finger. But it was mostly directed at herself.
(The contact name reads “Legendary Interviewee”.)
Part 1: Zico and Mino
Part 2: Zico - Mino
Part 3: Zico - Mino
Part 4: Zico - Mino
Summary: (Y/N) just won Show Me The Money and Zico/Mino decides to contact her, after she talked about him in an interview.
Part 1: Zico and Mino
Part 2: Zico - Mino
Part 3: Zico - Mino
Warning: Poorly censored cussing. Mentions of sexual themes?
(Y/N) was at home after a long day working, and shooting and whatnot. She'd blown up after the competition. And her "legendary interview" did nothing to quench the thirst of her growing popularity.
She's grabbed a makeup remover wipe and a can of beer, and gets to work on both while flicking on the TV. Sometimes, netflix really came in handy. Five minutes into the Bob's Burgers episode, a quarter of the beer gone, and half her face clean, her private phone dings.
Womanager
It wasn't all that clever, and she didn't know why she couldn't have just saved the name as "manager" or maybe her actual name, but this was the end result. Even on her private phone, which was mostly not work related.
(Apparently one of the messages from the above pic didn’t go through. After “lol”, Womanager says: “Zico came up to me!” Hence the “u had sex with Zico!?”)
And with that, (Y/N) went from texting her best friend and manager, to sending a text to Zico. Not after saving his contact of course.
Fanxiest Child
Part 1: Zico and Mino
Part 2: Zico - Mino
Part 3: Zico - Mino
Summary: (Y/N) just won Show Me The Money and Zico/Mino decides to contact her, after she talked about him in an interview.
Part 1: Zico and Mino
Part 2: Zico - Mino
Part 3: Zico - Mino
The last days, the media had been crowded with articles about the Show Me The Money finalists, one participant especially. After all, it was the first time a female rapper had made it to the finals. And after the winner was announced, Show Me The Money had their first female winner ever. Thus, there was no media station without a picture of the (H/C) haired hip hop icon.
Today, (Y/N) was doing an interview, presumably about her thoughts on the competition and winning and all that. To be honest, she was a little bored with it. She gotten the same questions over and over again. Couldn't it just be enough telling one media station? It's not like her answers changed over the course of two hours.
Anyway, there she sat, crosslegged, looking at her interviewer. He looked to be somewhere in his 30's and certainly not to be your average hiphop-listener, or whatever you call it. But there had to be a reason why he was conducting said interview, and appearance is never a judge of anything, not even music style.
"Well, (Y/N), congratulations on your victory!" he smiles brightly. The rapper smiles back of course, thanking him.
"How are you feeling?" he wonders, "Were you surprised when you won?"
"I mean, I won, so…I feel good," she states with a small shrug, "And as for feeling surprised, well, it's not like you know whether or not you're gonna win, but, you just feel more proud and happy than anything."
"So you weren't surprised?"
"No? A little? I don't know," she replies, "I just remember being happy, and then even happier when I got alcohol in my system and heard my tracks at the club. And the next morning…day…evening…other than being annoyed at my hangover, I just felt like I worked for this, and I deserved it."
Informing potentially the entire world you'd gone drinking and partied till dawn wasn't exactly the Korean etiquette for when on TV. However, (Y/N) really couldn't care less. Everyone knew people went out partying, practically everyone drank, and it really should be no secret that young adults sometimes choose to celebrate out on the town. Besides, if they'd heard her rap, they should know she wasn't one to sugarcoat anything. Not even for the sake grandmas watching TV.
"What about the other finalists?" the interviewer asks, making (Y/N) raise an eyebrow,
"What about them?"
"Don't you feel like they would've deserved the win, as well?"
(Y/N) stares at the man incredulously, not sure if she should laugh or cry, "Wha-what? Is that your best question?" "What are you looking for here? A yes? A no? Like, all the finalists were good, and I happened to win. Isn't that it?"
The interviewer tilted his head from side to side, making a noise not quite of agreement, but moved on.
(Y/N) smirks at the camera, holding a finger heart, "My men know where they at," she states, sending her production team a wink.
"Ok, I see where that would have a natural answer," the interviewer agrees to himself, "How about, your favorite producers from the other seasons."
She doesn't even hesitate, "Zico and Dean."
"That was quick," the interviewer comments.
"Yeah, well…I like their sound."
"Okay then, we got a Zico and Dean fan here. How about previous SMTM contestants. Any favorite, or rapper you'd like to work with?"
"I'd like ot work with a lot of artists that's been on SMTM. But if I'm to choose a favorite," (Y/N) mumbles, thinking a second, "Maybe Mino."
At that, the interviewer lets out an obnoxious groan, "Oh, come on, that's so obvious," he complains. (Y/N) sits in silence for a minute, only looking at the man she's starting to lose her patience with. Is it possible to glare at someone without glaring? Because that's what (Y/N) did.
"And why is that?" she questions.
"Mino now, and Zico for a producer. Come on, they're the most famous. Idols. Handsome. All girls would say that. I thought you'd be different calling yourself a hip hop artist.”
(Y/N) scoffs, "Ok then." Is all she says. First of all, a disstrack is already forming in her head. Secondly, she imagines all the hate the interviewer is gonna get, and it almost makes her smile.
"What, you don't think that's it?" the interviewer asks, as if his opinion was the obviously logical one.
"You know, I don't really know if you're serious, because you sound so stupid. But I think you might actually be serious, because, well…you seem like you are stupid. So this might make sense to you," (Y/N) says sounding much too innocent for the words she slapped in the interviewer's face at national television.
He looks offended, and (Y/N) really hopes the camera caught it. It'd be a shame if the people didn't get to see his expression. But, as if he hadn't heard her statement, he keeps pushing.
"So, you don't think I'm right?"
(Y/N) sighs, "Wow, I'm gonna have to spell it out for you, aren't I?" She rolls her shoulders into her back, fixes her (E/C) eyes on the turd of a man in the most patronizing manner possible. "In my case, Zico, and Dean, and Mino, have produced and written some of my favorite songs. And I can't name a song of theirs that I didn't like. And Zico, the idol, that you apparently have to be sexually attracted to to like, has a versatility I can only admire. As for Mino, the other idol, that you apparently have to sexually attracted to to like, is an incredible lyricist I aspire to be like and have learned a lot from." She then leans forward, still staring straight at said turd of a man. "Is there not a reason Zico was brought back as a producer? Or that Mino got so far in the contest? Have you never heard of someone not sexually attracted to men thinking they're talented or their favorites? Why is it only when I, as a woman, think so, it's bad. Sure, they're good looking, but I'm not exactly listening to and learning form their faces, am I? My answers would've been the same, even if they had your face." With that, she stands up, giving the interviewer an innocent smile and patronizing pat of the head, before waving at the camera as she leaves the room.
Part 1: Zico and Mino
Part 2: Zico - Mino
Part 3: Zico - Mino
Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) or (C/N) shows up at school asking for Peter Parker, shutting down any rumor about the teen being a liar.
*(C/N) = codename. (If you can’t or don’t want to think of one, here are some ideas: Shadow, Liberty, Viper, Mad Wolf, Firebird, Silver Wing, ah idek...)
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It was not a great day to be Peter Parker. Ned had suddenly blurted out that Peter knew Spider-man, which seemingly, everyone thought was a lie. It was fair to say it did nothing good for his social standing. Not that Peter really cared about how popular or not he was. However, being called a liar wasn't exactly pleasant. Certainly when he knew, in fact, was Spider-man, and spent his days helping and saving people.
However, luck was turning. And rather quickly.
(Y/N) made her way though Midtown High School of Science and Technologies, god that was a mouthful, in search for Peter Parker. Students were ogling her and asking for pictures and autographs. However, she somewhat politely declined and only asked for Peter Parker’s location, surprising just about everyone. Some, because they knew exactly who Peter was, others because they had exactly no idea.
Eventually she arrived in the cafeteria where he would apparently be practicing for Nationals. She entered unnoticed, like the spy she was, and decided to stay back until an approach would be appropriate. Hopefully, they’d take a short break soon.
"I don’t know. I gotta check my calendar first,” Flash smirked from his seat, making sure to give Peter a look, “I got a hot date with (C/N) coming up.”
(Y/N) quirked an eyebrow, pushing herself up from the wall she’d been leaning on. She wasn’t one to make grand entrances. Ok, she totally was, but she didn’t do it on purpose. Normally. “Certainly, you do,” she stated loud and clear, walking closer to the students, “Right after your appointment with your therapist concerning compulsive lying or delusion.” Everyone turned to look at whoever the voice belonged to, leaving everyone just as shocked and slack-jawed.
“W-what are you doing here?” Peter managed to stutter, suddenly wondering if this was some sort of insane coincidence, or if she actually knew of his identity.
“Hey Peter,” (Y/N) smiled, quite amused at his flustered reaction, “Nice to see you again.”
“Yeah, yes. You, too,” he nodded awkwardly, playing along as well as he could. At least he knew it wasn’t a coincidence. However, that only lead him to asking more questions. How did she know? Why was she here? Did the Avengers need his help? Was she mad he hit her with Captain America’s shield? But she hit him back, and to be honest a lot harder than he did.
While Peter was internally panicking, his classmates were staring in disbelief. They clearly hadn’t expected Peter to know, or have met, any of the Avengers despite his “Stark Internship”. And perhaps that’s why (Y/N) couldn’t help herself. If they were this shocked to find out they knew each other, kind of, how about if she just pushed a little further...
She reached up to Peter’s shirt collar, taking one of the ends between her (S/C) fingers, “You look good in plaid,” she almost smirked. If Peter’s face wasn’t already red, it certainly turned the color now.
“Thanks,” he swallowed heavily, scratching the back of his neck. “You, eh, you look good, too.” He tried acting naturally, but it just wasn’t working. “I mean, without your uniform.” “I mean, you look good in your uniform, too, obviously, just, since now, you’re not...wearing your uniform...”
(Y/N) let out a chuckle, thanking him genuinely. Peter had to be just about the cutest, most charming person she’d ever met. And well, she met a lot of people.
“When does your classes end for the day?”
“I’m off at 14:45, today,” Peter replied after a short moment of thought.
“Mind meeting me then? I’m staying in the area for a couple of days and figured it would be the perfect opportunity to spend some time with Peter Parker. Tony Stark’s star intern. If you want to, of course.”
“No, no, sure! Yeah, that’s cool,” he nodded almost a bit too quickly. What was going on? Was she serious, or was it just a way of saying she needed Spider-man without causing suspicion? Whichever it was, (Y/N) (L/N), the (C/N), asked to hang out with him.
“Great,” (Y/N) smiled, reaching out and giving his arm a small squeeze, “It’s a date then.”
The Avenger turns on her heels and begins walking out of the room, not without throwing a glance back at Peter, who’s left in a flustered daze, unable to utter a single word.
Ned watches in shock, a grin beginning to spout on his face, “Did Peter just get a date with (C/N)?”
A bell dings, and Abraham, from the nationals teams, answers confidently, “That is correct.”
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