i was a wallflower in high school. i promised myself to become a participant in the society. but panic attacks didn't go away. they roll back at random times, much much worse than before. they come and go, leaving me breathless as a person who runs on a shore as storm covers the horizon and waves start creeping up higher and higher up your ankle until you stumble upon a sharp rock that pierces your skin open making you bleed and stumble to your knees.
as humiliation and exhaustion replace all emotions, people lose all powers they have on you. the first time someone you love makes you mad, you finally have courage to stand up and leave instead of wallowing in sadness and self pity.
summary: you donāt even see me, yet, i would walk through hell and across any sea if you asked me.
part one here!
warnings: angst! grammar errors most likely
word count: 1.1k+
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you've kept your distance from minho since the night at the gazebo. it was hard to fully avoid him since the two of you belonged to the same tight circle of friends. you'd cut the nights short claiming you were tired or skip dinner and lunch with everyone claiming you were trying to save money. truthfully, you weren't even sure if minho noticed your absence. he had been thrown full throttle into the honeymoon stage with his crush that he also hasn't been around as much.
the one place you couldnāt avoid minho was class. one, because you and minho never skipped class, and two, because you sat next to him.
you had signed up for an acting improv class to fill a gap in your schedule. you hated it if you were being honest. there was nothing you loathed more than performing in front of a group of strangers or friends, at that. each week you were forced to stagger up onto the stage and begrudgingly act. however, this week may have been your worst nightmare. the professor instructed that a small group of students would write short stories and the others will be randomly selected to perform one. of course, the performance was partner work and of course, you were assigned with who you sat with, and what a shock, you and minho were selected to perform later on in the week and not write.
minhoās head was buried deep in his phone the entire class. you werenāt trying to snoop, but it felt as if your eyes were magnets and minhoās screen was a beautiful big magnetic field. the text messages were littered with hearts and cute stickers. in a measly attempt, you acted as if you weren't staring when his head turned.
āiām planning on officially asking them out this weekend,ā he smiled.
you sucked on the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to suppress any negative remarks, āthatās⦠lovely.ā
god, you felt horrible that you weren't being a supportive friend but you couldn't fake excitement for minho when your heart was crumbling to pieces.
most days you wished would pass quickly, hoping the sun would set early and the moon to take over signaling the start of a new day. this week, however, you wished twilight never came and time stood still so you could avoid the end of the week. unfortunately for you, that wish was never granted and you sat at your desk, drumming your fingers, patiently waiting for what was to come.
professor kwon summoned you and minho up to her desk and handed you each a copy of the short story you were about to perform.
"seems like your writer is quite fond of romance," she remarked as the paper slotted into your hand.
minho turned back to your shared desk without looking at the story but your eyes rapidly darted over the words before you scoffed, the papers nearly crumpled in your hand, "i'm not doing this professor kwon- this is," you laughed, "-this is not happening."
professor kwon's sharp eyes peeked over her glasses, "i suggest you do so if you want to pass the class. no assignment has been an issue for you before, why the sudden change?"
"it's nothing," you shook your head, anger laced in your tone.
her eyes scanned your face, lips pursed, "go practice."
with a sigh, you slumped into your chair. examining the paper and the long dialogue you had to act out almost immediately. the short story started in the middle of an argument between the two characters. it took every fiber of your being not to confront the classmate who wrote the story and ask her if she had been spying on you. the words on the page paralleling your current situation with minho in a way that was almost eerie, taunting you in your dismay. desperately, your mind spun of any ideas to get yourself out of this moment, but you heard minho start.
"just tell me!" minho pressed, acting in character.
your throat felt tight but you started nonetheless, āi canāt keep pretending that you donāt cloud every corner of my mind and every thought i have. some have called me crazy, said i was addicted to the idea of you, the idea of us that will never be. the us that will only exist in the quiet corners of my mind, hidden from the world. a sanctuary i preserve and escape to daily. and maybe- maybe they are right,ā you paused briefly as your eyes started to sting with tears. you refused to look up at minho as you felt his eyes bore into you.
āyou donāt even see me, yet, i would walk through hell and across any sea if you asked me. i would bear the brunt of any injury to have you notice me.ā
a shaky exhale escaped your lips as you finally looked at minho, his gaze unwavering, āand⦠i love you. but, we will never be more than just a one-sided confession,ā you whispered.
briefly, you stayed glued to your seat watching as minhoās expression became hard to decipher. the realization of what youāve done came crashing down and you quickly threw the papers onto the desk and shot up from your desk muttering incoherent words and dashing out of class. you were gone before you could hear the whispers of the class asking each other what happened.
minho's features contorted in confusion as he watched you rip open the door and leave, but truthfully he was feeling confused before that. as he sat there listening to the words of your character, it felt too real. he observed the way your lip slightly trembled between words and the glaze of your eyes. he was wondering why his heart rate accelerated and his palms became clammy. his throat was tight and it felt like two tons was sitting on his chest, slowly and agonizingly piercing through his skin and crushing his bones and heart. there was a tiny voice in the back of his head cheering 'finally' as he listened to your character's words, words he wished were your own.
minho glanced back at the now abandoned script. he followed the lines until he noted your monologue was cut short. minho's eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he frantically flipped to the next page, searching for the remainder of the lines. he swallowed harshly as he realized you added in the last few sentences, the words that hit him the hardest.
āand⦠i love you. but, we will never be more than just a one-sided confession"
was nowhere on the script.
automatically his feet were moving at a rapid pace into the hallway. there was no sign of life beyond the echo of his thumping heart and heavy breathing.
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a/n: soo hehe did i mention i'm notorious for writing angst. i can't believe how many people loved part one so i had to continue this. ty!!
i got so used to fanon Blaise Zabini thatās been in my head since I was like 6 that I was shocked to read his personality page in canon. What do you mean my pookie was just as vile and cruel like others šā¹ļø
I'm still not over the fact that Charlie inadvertently started the chain of events that eventually led to Neil's death. I cannot imagine the grief and guilt he must have experienced because his impishness went a bit too far. While Charlie had nothing to lose (given his family's wealth) the other Dead Poets RELIED on the society being secret. AFAIK Charlie and Neil were childhood friends and that makes it even more terrible!
Yeah, he might be rebellious, but the loss of Neil would leave him emotionally paralyzed.
Charlie, who was LITERALLY EPITOME of the "carpe diem" spirit, might now find himself ironically trapped by the past, unable to seize the day as he once urged his friends to do :(
iām just a teenage girl (iām in my senior year and am swamped with workload and exams yet i choose to surf tumblr and write my silly little headcanons)
i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia
really curious about charmspesk. what if some Aphrodite kid tried to kiss taken demigod with it. would you forgive your partner if they did it? after all, it was a charmspeak. i wonder if itās be mess irl
- theodore nott who is your childhood friend and coincidentally, your co-prefect for slytherin
- theodore nott who always complains about your attitude and unfunny jokes yet laughs at them like crazy
- theodore nott who accompanies you to every party and gathering
- theodore nott who doesnāt mind pulling an all-nighter with you to study
- theodore nott whoās the first and only person whom you tell all your problems, breakups and just how shitty your boyfriends/girlfriends were
- theodore nott who always supplies you with alhocol and listens to your drunk rambling while silently wondering why canāt you see the perfect candidate for boyfriend right in front of you
- theodore nott who steals a glance at your lips but never crosses the line and restrains himself
- theodore nott whoāll always be hopelessly in love with you
- theodore nott whoāll never be more than a childhood friend to you.
I RANDOMLY SAW DAVEāS SPEECH FROM GILMORE GIRLS AGAIN AND THATāS A THING ENZO WOULD SO LITERALLY DO!!!
heād come with a bouquet of flowers and stuff. in case you havenāt watched Gilmore Girls:
A few weeks ago you told me that Lane had a crush on me. Well, I have a crush on her, too. Now, I know you have very strict rules about dating and boys, but I just want you to know that I'm a good person. I don't smoke, I don't drink, I've never gotten a ticket, I'm healthy, I take care of myself, I floss. I never watch more than 30 minutes of television a night partly because I think it's a waste of time and partly because there's nothing on. I respect my parents, I do well in school, I never play video games in case they do someday prove that playing them can turn you into a serial killer. I don't drink coffee. I hate soda because the carbonation freaks me out. I'm happy to give up meat if you feel strongly about it. I don't mind wearing a tie. I enjoy playing those hymns on my guitar, and I really, really want to take your daughter to the prom.
Isnāt it weird that OG canon popular slytherin boys are Blaise and Draco yet half of the people donāt include Blaise in their videos/threads like??? whyād you do that
the other day I saw tiktok creator that replied that they āforgotā but next videos were without him as well š idk it feels personal to me