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Useful—6(1)

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count (For the chapter): 6,367

Warnings (For the chapter): Fluff, Mentions of Depression, suicide attempts, murder, angst, panic attack, fluff, more fluff?

A/N: Well, hello there. First of all, THANK YOU. I mean it, thank you so much. You guys are so supportive, it makes me feel I don't deserve y'all. And since I made you wait extra long for this chapter, I wrote an extra long chapter. Does it make up for the delay?

Just got to know I can't make a post this long so I'm going to post this chapter in two parts. If you're patient enough, please do read. Thank you.

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Chapter 6(1)

Chapter 5

"Really now? That's where you bring me?" Dean said, as you rolled your eyes at his, pretty much, failed attempt at hiding the excited little girl he was being.

"Stop, huh. Stop acting like you don't enjoy this." A mischievous smile formed on his lips when you said it at god knew what he thought.

"But theme park rides? What are we? Babies?"

"Babies go on theme park rides?" You looked at him, amused by the stupidity that practically dropped off every word of that sentence, "Alright, grandpa, you can sit at a side while I go enjoy those rides alone. Come on, Dean!"

"Only because you insist." He said as he grabbed your hand and dragged you through the gates. You didn't even remember visiting a theme park, it's been that long you came to one. It was beautiful and you already were ready to jump into every ride you find. It was mesmerizing.

Painfully mesmerizing. Just a reminder of how you fucked up your childhood. But you were going to enjoy today. You had come here with your best friend, and nothing—no haunting past memories—was going to make you less happy about today.

"Here, sunshine," amidst your thoughts, you didn't even realize when Dean's hand slipped out of yours and he went. You shook your head to break the chain of thoughts.

Dean stood there, with a kid grin on his face, holding two candy floss in either of his hands. The sight was to behold, as something inside you did a somersault, and just like that all the dark memories faded away as you took the blue one from him.

"You're gonna leave me with the pink one?" He pouted, giving you one of his puppy dog eyes, which he claimed he learned from his little brother.

"Not working on me, Dean. Go tell Sam he wasn't a good teacher." You said, chuckling. And you couldn't have misheard it for the death of you, Dean giggled. Actually, giggled. Like a baby. It made your heart flutter inside your ribs and just like that, you let your eyes linger on his freckled face for longer than it was appropriate for a friend.

"Do you think we should go to that place first?" You followed Dean's gaze and shook your head seeing a small 'pie stall'.

"So typical of you, jade boy." You arched your eyebrows at him, "what d'ya say we go on some rides and tire ourselves a little before that?

He pouted, again, the cutest pout you've ever seen, as you laughed at the ridiculousness of his face, "that face does not suit you, Dean. Get back at being that tough guy."

He followed behind, as you made your way to the stall. He beamed,"As if you don't die to kiss it off my lips all the time."

"Watching too many chick flicks these days, huh, Winchester?" You responded, too quickly, without turning to look at him and let him see your flushed cheeks. Comments like these made you want to think if Dean sees you like someone more than just his best friend too, if he ever had thoughts of both of you together in more than the way you were. It wasn't something that happened all the time, but sometimes you liked to wonder. Dean was everything that a good guy could be, and much more than you deserved. You could never make that place in his heart. And definitely not with how you looked.

Sitting down on one of the small tables, you sighed. Licking the candy straw one last time, you tossed it in the dustbin that wasn't too far away from where you seated. Dean let out an amused laugh, "My kinda girl!"

You looked at him taking a seat in front of you on one the plastic chairs, with a scrunched up nose and a sheepish smile, "What even?" You laughed a little, "Your kinda girls lick it off the stick, now?"

Dean almost choked on his floss before smirking at you, "yeah, yeah they do."

It took you a moment before you realized what you just said and you hid your face in your hands, "Oh my god, Dean! Shit shit shit, I didn't mean it like that!"

By this time, Dean was doubling over laughter. He kept his forehead on his fists in order to hide his face as he kept laughing.

"Alright stop okay, it wasn't even that big a deal." You scoffed, embarrassed, trying to stifle your own laugh. Dean's smile was contagious, especially when he was like this—laughing his heart out with an almost red face while his eyes crinkled in those gorgeous crow feet which were starting to become your weakness, "Oh god, Dean, stop."

And just like that you both were laughing, unbothered by the people around giving you crazy looks. For the first time in a very very long time, you didn't care about how you looked while laughing. It just came naturally with him, easier,"Your face...you should have seen your face." He took a deep breath, regaining his ability to speak, "I'll go bring us the pie."

"I'm paying!" You yelled after him, as the smile faded away from your lips. You knew he didn't mean it like that, he never would but the voice in the back of your head was hell bent on convincing you otherwise. He just meant it in a funny way, like you would if you said something like this to someone, but for some reason you couldn't help but think there was something about your face that forced a laughter out of him. If he thought your face was funny or weird, or if he thought you were ugly but was just too nice to say it directly. Your heart felt heavy, and suddenly you wanted some air. Your self doubts were the worst thing. They never let you enjoy, worse they always ended up ruining your days. You subconsciously pulled out your phone and looked at your dark reflection, observing just how flawed your face was. Every little scar looked back at you, the little milia under your eyebrows or your not-so-cute nose. You hated looking at yourself, face or elsewhere, it felt like you were made of flaws. And if you couldn't love them yourself, why would someone else? You shook your head, it wasn't the time for this. Today, you came here to spend some time with your best friend. Hating yourself could wait for later.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Dean's soft voice shook you out of your trance.

"Uh-actually.. nothing. Where's the pie?"

"It's coming. What's up with you, really? One moment you're being all adorable and the next you're serious like this. Are you okay?"

Adorable. That's what he meant. He doesn't think you're ugly.

Or maybe he does?

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to silence your thoughts, but in vain. They kept getting louder, telling you to just stand up and walk away from him.

You don't deserve a good friend like him, you'll ruin his life too.

You knew where this was heading, and if you didn't stop it now you're going to make a clown out of yourself in the middle of a fxckin' fair. You tried to take a deep breath, your shaky hands came up to your ears trying to stop the voice, but it felt like you didn't even know how to breathe.

"Hey, hey, hey," You heard a familiar voice at a distance, "Y/N!" You felt two warm, big hands on yours, and you opened your eyes to see concerned green orbs looking back, "You're okay, I'm here."

It took you a second or two to register what was happening, and it felt like a bucket of cold water thrown on you. You were here, in front of Dean who knelt in front of you, looking like a weakling. This wasn't supposed to happen, this was supposed to be his day. You pulled your hands away from underneath his to make a hold of his wrists and slowly remove his palms from your face, "I'm..I'm okay. Just fine."

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion at the hint of cold in your tone, followed by a subtle clench in his jaw. He stood up, took a step back and looked away, with a stoic expression, "Yeah. You're okay."

You breathed out his name, still a little shaky and out of breath. You knew you needed him, but something held you back. You were so used to dealing with everything by yourself, that having someone now just felt weird.

"It's fine, Y/N. But I'm here, okay? And I'm not going anywhere," his few words of reassurance meant a lot more to you than you cared to admit. He walked up to you and held your hands pulling you on your feet, "Need a hug?"

You bit your lip, not sure how to tell him that you did. Fiddling with your fingers, you looked up at him through your lashes to see him smile and mumble an 'idiot' as he engulfed you in his embrace. It was a full bear hug, and it was funny someone like Dean gave it to you. He was a huge softie for a tough guy he acted like.

"See it wasn't that hard," he said nuzzling your neck, and if you didn't know any better you would think this intimate gesture had a meaning.

"Shut up, dork," you giggled, feeling his stubbles tickle at your nape, "You're so touchy."

"Don't tell anyone though," He pulled away, looking at your grinning face with a soft smile, arms still around you, "So now, listen here. We are going to eat that delicious pie, I'm taking the bigger piece, till we gain a couple extra pounds and we are going to go have fun and we won't give your pretty little brain enough time to go south."

"Sounds about right!" You beamed.

The next hour was spent having the time of your life. The rides you'd never been on before, you did now, and if you were being honest to yourself, you had never had so much fun before. You wondered why you never had it when you were a kid. Dean was so good with the bumper cars, you just realized how interested he is in cars again. It was funny to see him trying to fit, though. It took awhile for him to adjust his large frame in that tiny car, whilst you laughed your ass off. He made sure to take revenge, though, and bumped his car in yours again and again. And then there was the mechanical bull. Your favourite. It was the first time you sat on one, and boi did you underestimate it. You, even, challenged Dean calling it 'easy peasy' and all he did was smirk at you. You should have understood it wasn't as easy as you thought it was. You barely lasted a few seconds before being thrown off, and this time it was Dean's turn to laugh. Dean lasted on it for almost a minute, yelling 'Yee Haw' making everyone laugh.

Two old ladies came up to you while you goofed around with your drinks, and you found out they were together. They almost fangirled over you both, telling you stories of how they sneaked out of their houses to go to carnivals and how much you kids reminded them of their youth. You almost choked on your coke while Dean seemed to enjoy it, "Right? Y/N and I have been together since high school. Her parents didn't allow her to date back then, and we sneaked away to meet. You won't believe it, our first kiss was scandalous. Right, sweetheart?"

You stared at him with a mouth agape, what the hell was he high on? You narrowed your eyes at him and he looked at you mischievously, as if challenging you to continue. Oh, this could be a game of two. You smiled at him, as you turned your head towards the couple looking at you both with starstruck eyes, "It was my first kiss. It's kind of funny. I made this one wait three months before I actually let him kiss me, and that was the kiss of a lifetime. Not because it was perfect, but because it wasn't. He was staying at his uncle's with his little brother, Sam that day. His Uncle just happened to be my neighbour. He sneaked out in the middle of the night, climbed up to my room. We were watching a movie, cuddling and it just kind of happened. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Like I said, it was my first so I didn't know how to kiss him back. He thought I didn't want it, so he apologized. Kept saying sorry with that adorable face until I had to stop him." You looked up at him, again, with a smirk as he looked back intrigued, "with a kiss."

He arch his brow, clearly enjoying this as the shorter woman cooed. You wiggled your brows at him, and he took it as his cue to continue, "and that took my breath away. We made out on her bed, while her parents were just a room away. That was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, well until something else happened of course," He smirked again, looking at you as you bit your lip in anticipation of what's coming next. His eyes traveled down to your lips at your little action, "She's the hottest thing you'll ever see, not that you will, when she takes control. She looks innocent and all, but she's a wild kitten in bed. And then there are times when she completely surrenders, letting me have my way with her-"

"Too much information, babe!" You squeaked. Your eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you stared at his face, his expressions mischievous. He smirked, snaking his arms around your waist pulling you possessively to him. This was the closest you'd ever been to him, physically, and you were afraid he could feel your heart thumping in your ribs as your chests pressed with his.

He looked at you with a winning expression and whispered in your ears, "Lost so soon, wild kitten?" You could feel your ears heating up and you knew very well he saw it too. This wasn't how it was going to be, he wasn't going to know that he had that power on you, even though he did and let him tease you about it for the rest of your life. You were going to take the winning shot. You stood on your tiptoes, slowly pressing your lips to the side or his mouth, letting them linger for a second or two as you whispered a 'no' against his skin. You pulled away, looking back at his flushed face. You made Dean Winchester blush, you deserved a goddamn medal. After a moment the reality of the situation hit you. You just almost kissed your best friend. It was a game, and you hoped it didn't ruin things between you two. Your best friend mattered to you more than a silly crush you had on him.

"Oh my god, you two are so cute!" The shorter woman squealed, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts, pulling both of you out of them. You saw her looking at you with an awed face, while her taller wife scolded her a bit, "Sorry, I just get a little excited around young couples."

"It's okay, we didn't mind." Dean spoke politely, his hands still around your waist, "but I think we should get going. It's going to get dark in a couple more hours."

Walking out of the small hut, you didn't know how to form words. You couldn't believe you did that, you just hoped Dean let it past. It was so awkward, and you knew he could feel the tension too. Great, you just ended your most beautiful friendshi-

"So, uh-" Dean started, trying to cut through the tension, "First kiss, huh?"

"High school girlfriend, huh?"

"Well," he chuckled, "You won't deny it was fun. I mean, now that I think of it, we can make a pretty good couple."

You laughed, all the tension leaving your body at his fun tone, "You bet. A pretty good, scandalous couple, who make out in the room next to my parents."

He laughed, throwing his head back this time, "Wild kitten? How ridiculous."

"That part got me. What was going through your mind when you said that?"

"A lot of things. Fantasizing my best friend? Scandalous, enough?"

"Oh my god, Dean" you laughed, trying to hide your blush as Dean threw his arms around your shoulders, "Let's go there, I still want a ride."

"On me?"

"Shut up."

You stood in front of the giant ride, eyes beaming with excitement. You wanted to go on it as soon as you entered the park. Loop-o-plane. "Let's do it!"

"I-I am not going anywhere near that thing," You frowned and looked at your best friend only to have him look ahead with saucer-like eyes.

"Why?" You whined.

"What if that thing comes out?"

"What thing?"

"That thing that's keeping this thing in place."

You looked at him like he's grown horns, "No it won't."

"But what if it does?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life," his voice went soft, you turning to look at him, as his voice grew high again, "but I don't trust that thing. It's a machine, Y/N. You should never trust a machine. What if that belt breaks and we fall down and die? I hate hospitals!"

You grinned amused by his childishness, "We won't fall down, Dean, and you won't have to go to the hospital."

"Nah."

You sighed, "Alright, you can stay here and I'll go. Is that okay, now?"

His eyes grew wider, "Y/N Y/L/N, no. I know you ain't all that fond of your life but I'm not letting you get yourself killed."

"What-what even? I'm not going to get myself killed. Please, De? Please, please, please, please, pretty please?"

"Don't give me that look," you flashed him your most innocent pleading face as he glared at you, "Argh, if we die, we die together. I hate you so much."

"All the love back." You grinned, pulling him by his arms.

The next two minutes were the longest two minutes of your life. Dean screamed like a little girl, clinging to you until you couldn't feel your eyes and hand anymore. It was fun and it was torture. When you got off the ride, both of you were a little shaken, rather Dean was a lot.

"See! I told you it'll be fun." You said, cautiously, as Dean glared at you. He walked faster until he was ahead of you, "Aye grumpy soldier, come on!"

"I am never hanging out with you ever again. You little, you little-"

"Little what?" You ran up to him, and grinned, "Wild kitten?"

You could have sworn you saw his lips curl up a bit. He looked at you, narrowing his eyes, "You aren't my best friend. You're an enemy in disguise. Who sent you?"

"Lucifer!" You giggled.

"Or are you satan?"

"Hey!" You whined as he laughed circling his arms around your shoulders. You let out a little yawn, "I'm tired."

He smiled down at you, his face looking shades of pink from the setting sun. His freckles stood out darker than usual. He was a sight, so beautiful, "Let's take you home, sleepyhead."

By the time you were on the road, it was pretty dark. You sang loudly to the radio with Dean, all the tiredness leaving your body. It turned out to be the best day of your life. You, your best friend shutting the world out and living your best life.

"Dean, stop!"

"What? Why?"

"Pull over, pull over." Dean pulled over at the side of the road as you stepped out, Dean following suit, "Look at that."

Dean followed your gaze, his breath hitching at the beautiful scene in front of him. There were a couple of swans in the middle of the lake, bowing their heads in front of each other under the moonlit sky, "Wow.."

"They are mating," You whispered.

"Mating as in banging?" You couldn't help but chuckle lightly at Dean's genuine curiosity, "What?"

"No, not yet at least," You said, keeping your voice low, "They are surrendering themselves to each other. For a lifetime. The heart they're making, it's their courtship ritual. They flutter their wings, sing and dance and bow down to each other offering each other their lifetimes. They are said to be epitome of true love. Some of them even die of heartbreak if their mate dies before them."

Dean looked at the sight, awestruck. He never saw something like this before. He could all but whisper, "That is beautiful. You think such love exists between humans?"

"Like soulmates? I don't know. I never saw any. Most of the people I saw are either together because they have to, or just break each other's hearts. You?"

"Don't know. About what you said, my parents loved each other a lot. I don't know if I can love like that though."

"Maybe when the right girl comes?"

"When the right girl comes." He looked at you with a small smile and soft eyes. You, once again, read his features. He was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen, and it reminded you everyday why you would never be deserving of him. The moonlight danced on his face gracefully, and it almost took your breath away. He was gorgeous.

"You think we can go anywhere near them? Will they run away?

You shook your head lightly, pulling yourself out of your long shot of a dream, "No they won't run away, they will attack."

"Oops"

"But we can sit a little far away from them, see that bench?" You nodded to a bench near the lake, away from the swans, "Wanna sit for a while?"

He nodded, excitedly as you made your way to the bench with your hands held together, "Y/N," Dean whispered looking at you as you sat on the worn out wooden bench, "Thanks for today. It's the most fun I had in years."

"Me too." You smiled back at him.

There was a shift in the atmosphere, which you couldn't quite comprehend. It was different with Dean tonight, almost intimate. His hand never left yours as you sat by the side of the river and you didn't try to pull away either. It felt perfect. You took a leap of faith shifting closer to him, and dare you say if it were a fragment of your imagination, you saw a little smile on his face. His thumb caressed the back of your hand, and you knew whatever it was tonight would be an unspoken story by the morning. None of you will speak a word about it, but you wanted to cherish it right now. You put your head on his shoulder and he let out a sigh, returning the gesture and bringing your joined hands to his lap. You sat together in silence, seeing the mute swans at a distance singing out their love for each other.

"I'm sorry," you whispered after a while.

"For?" He whispered back, none of you wanted to break the trance you were in.

"For yesterday. I was a bitch, you didn't deserve that."

He sighed, "Sweetheart, don't beat yourself up for that."

"I don't understand why you put up with me. All I do is hurt you."

"You know what you do? You cheer me up when I'm down. You hug me outside a party house when you see that I'm struggling. You join me for movies on Friday nights and I absolutely love that. And you know what more? When you think you messed up, you come and make up for it. You don't just let it pass, or get away with it. You don't go back to being friends again acting like nothing happened, you own up to your mistakes and apologize. You make things right. Maybe we don't talk about ourselves a lot with each other, but the nights that are hard for me, I always think that I'm not alone. That there's a girl out there rooting for me, that I matter to someone and she will miss me if I am gone. You keep me going, Y/N and that is why I put up with you."

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A/N: So yeah, the second chapter is coming right up. I hope it's not too much for one day. Also, feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Stanley's voice was all Y/N could hear as she quietly played with the hem of her yellow dress while her cousin practiced the readings he would have to cite from the Torah. She didn't quite understand all that he was saying due to the fact he was stuttering and mispronouncing a few words, but she understood the gist of it and that was all that mattered so she was proud to say the least.

Y/N always had loved listening to her cousin, his voice holding a soft and warm tone to it that made her relax every time he opened his mouth. But just when a small smile had begun to play on her face as she listened to the boy, her uncle, Donald Uris, had stopped him, a deep frown on his face as he said, "You're not studying, Stanley."

Y/N glanced up from her dress to look at her uncle who stood above the two on the level above. She glanced at Stan who had lowered his head ever so slightly, his shoulders tense as he stared at the book in front of him.

"How's it gonna look. . .the rabbi's son can't finish his own Torah reading," his father frowned, shaking his head slightly at the boy. "Take the book to my office. Obviously you're not using it."

Y/N winced at the harsh words before looking over at Stan again, the boy nodding numbly as he picked the book up. His eyes flickered over to lock with her own and she offered him a small smile which he returned with a weak one before he disappeared from the room to put the book up.

"Y/N," her uncle called out and the girl was quick to look up at him. "I'm going to go grab my things and then you and Stanley can meet me in the car, okay?"

Y/N nodded silently in response and her uncle seemed to like that because he gave her a small nod as well before walking away, leaving the girl to sit by herself in the middle of the synagogue. She didn't know how long she was sitting there before she began to grow a little impatient from waiting on her cousin. Why it took Stan so long to put up a single book was beyond her, but she couldn't bring herself to go after him and tell him to hurry up, thinking it to be too mean.

So Y/N just sat there silently, her fingers messing with the hem of her dress once again as she softly hummed to herself.

"Y/N."

The young girl instantly tensed before her head shot up, her eyes flickering around her in confusion at the voice that had sounded an awfully lot like her father's. "Peanut," the voice said again and Y/N found herself jumping up onto her feet.

"Dad?" she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she gulped. What was her father doing here? Hadn't she been sent away so that he and her mother could finish off the divorce?

"It's all your fault, Peanut," her father's voice rang out, a confused look crossing the girl's face at those words. "How could you split your mother and I up like this? If it weren't for you, we'd still be together. We wouldn't even need this stupid divorce."

"I-I. . ." Y/N began, but she froze once she saw a figure standing in the shadows on the other side of the room, the figure belonging to someone she thought was her father.

"You split up our family! You're the reason everything's gone to shit. No wonder we sent you away for the summer. It's not because we need a break from each other. It's because we need a break from you," her father hissed, his voice growing nastier and more hateful by the second.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't know!" Y/N defended herself, but her voice was low and trembly and her eyes had already begun to prickle with tears.

"You're a shitty excuse for a daughter. We should just get rid of you now before you can ruin our lives further," her father spat, his words hitting Y/N so hard that she had to wrap her arms around herself for comfort.

"Dad," Y/N cried out, but all he did was laugh in response. However, he wasn't laughing for long before the sound of his laughter seemed to change pitches, morphing into laughter that Y/N didn't recognize as the figure started to make its way into the light.

Y/N felt her breath get caught in her throat at the sight of a clown standing there, the figure turning out to not even be her father. Did that mean the clown had been the one to say all those things?

"Oh, poor little Y/N. All alone and loved by no one," the clown mocked.

"That's. . .that's not true," Y/N insisted as she shook her head, her feet glued to the floor while the clown slowly began to walk towards her.

"Your parents sent you away for the summer, did they not? And your cousin Stanley. Well, he can't stand you. There's a reason he hasn't come back yet you know. He just wants to enjoy the time he has away from you," the clown told her, a smirk spreading across its face as it grew closer.

"That's not true!" Y/N exclaimed, tears falling down her face as she tried to ignore the clown's words. However, that was hard when her biggest fear was the people she cared about leaving her and not caring about her anymore.

"You're alone. You're worthless," the clown muttered, now only a few feet away. He stopped before he could get any closer and Y/N could do nothing more than just stare at him, silently praying that her uncle or even Stan might return to save her.

"No one could ever love you."

Then, before Y/N could even blink, the clown was running at her, its mouth opening up wide to reveal rows of teeth that had Y/N screaming. The high pitched scream that left her lips combined with the high pitched scream of her cousin coming from upstairs (which she had yet to notice) was enough to jerk her body into motion, the girl bolting away from the clown and out of the synagogue as fast as she could.

She was just about to run out the front door when someone coming from the stairs collided into her. Y/N hit the ground hard and opened her eyes only to come face to face with someone else. Another scream escaped her lips and it was quickly returned by the person she had run into—her cousin, Stan.

"Jesus, Stanley!" Y/N cried out, her eyes wide with fear as she pushed herself up onto her feet.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming. Are you. . .are you okay?" Stan asked worriedly as he got up onto his feet, his body tense as he looked around him almost like he was afraid someone would pop out at them.

Y/N was silent for a moment as she looked back towards the room she had just come from. The clown had disappeared and there didn't seem to be any sign of him having existed at all. Not wanting to freak her cousin out or have him thinking she was crazy, the girl just sent Stan a small forced smile.

"Oh, I'm fine," she assured him, her eyes flickering over his slightly pale face. "What about you? Are you okay?"

"What? Me? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Stan asked, his voice rushing out quickly.

However, Y/N didn't seem to notice and only gave the boy a sympathetic smile before saying, "Your father was a bit harsh back there." Stan's face fell at that, both out of relief and embarrassment since Y/N had to witness the whole thing. "Hey, it's okay. You'll get it. I can even help you practice if you want."

Stan looked up to his cousin in surprise. "Really? You'd do that?" the boy asked, his voice coming out soft as his eyes flickered over her face looking for a sign that she didn't actually want to help him.

"Of course. I've got nothing better to do," Y/N pointed out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips as she looked back towards where the clown had been standing only moments before.

Stan looked in the direction she was looking in confusion, but quickly looked away when he heard a loud honking from outside. "Shit, that's my dad. We should go," Stan muttered and Y/N swore she had never agreed to something so fast in her life.

So together, the two walked out of the synagogue, leaving the nightmares they had just witnessed behind them.

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Y/N stared at her hands which had balled into fists in front of her, her knuckles so white that she swore if she tightened her grip anymore her fingers might fall off. It was the next day and officially the first day of summer, but Y/N had yet to get the events that had taken place the day before out of her head.

Her father's voice. . .the clown. . .it had all just seemed too real to be something her brain had made up.

"Y/N!" Stan's voice rang out from downstairs, instantly snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

She quickly relaxed her hands and lifted her head before calling out, "Yes?"

"Bill, Richie and Eddie are here! I'm going to go ahead and get my bike, but I'll meet you outside, okay?" Stan asked.

"Okay," Y/N called out to him before she heard the sound of her cousin's footsteps disappearing and the sound of the door slamming behind him. It was only then that Y/N looked back to herself in the mirror, pausing slightly to take in her appearance and fix her hair once again before she was walking out of her room to go meet up with the boys outside.

Outside, Stan was already standing near his friends, his bike by his side as Richie rambled on about how he was sure Y/N had gotten even hotter since the last time they saw her. "I mean, five years is a long time. She's probably a total babe by now," Richie rambled. "Do you know if she has a boyfriend?"

"No," Stan muttered in annoyance. "She does not."

Richie glanced over at Bill and nudged him slightly with his elbow. "You hear that, Bill? There's still a chance," Richie teased.

Bill sent his friend a small glare in his direction, but it was quickly replaced by a look of pure shock, his eyes widening slightly and his mouth falling open as he looked at something behind Richie. Both Richie and Eddie gave the boy a confused look before turning around, their eyes widening at the sight before them while Stan just smiled.

Coming out the front door was none other than Y/N Uris herself, the girl definitely having grown up since the last time they had seen her. Her hair was long now, a sharp contrast from the small bob cut she had sported five years ago. Although she still had some growing up to do, it was obvious Y/N had grown into her features more, her body having natural curves that hadn't always been there and that would only grow more defined with age.

Bill didn't know why his face heated up at the sight of her, but it did. And boy, when she looked up at the group, her eyes brightening before she gave them a bright smile, Bill swore his heart stopped.

"Holy shit," Richie muttered as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Stan the Man, you've been holding out on us. Your cousin's smokin'!"

Stan scrunched his nose up in disgust and was quick to whack his friend in the arm before Y/N could hear. Y/N gave her cousin a curious look as she came to a stop before the boys, but Stan just shrugged in response.

Y/N shook her head with a small smile on her face before turning her attention to the three boys who stood staring at her with wide eyes. "Boys," Y/N greeted as she nodded at them. "It's been a while.”

"It sure has and damn has time been good to you," Richie flirted, throwing a wink to the girl who blushed slightly as she rolled her eyes.

"You sure haven't changed one bit now have you, Tozier?" Y/N asked, her smile growing while Richie chuckled softly.

"Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I've changed. In more ways than one," Richie joked, winking to the girl.

"Beep beep, Richie," Eddie hissed as he glared at the boy, instantly earning the attention of Y/N who smiled widely at the sight of him.

"Eddie!" Y/N exclaimed happily. "How are you? How's your mom?"

"I'm-I'm doing just fine, Y/N. Thanks for asking," Eddie blushed, surprised that she had asked him that. "And. . .uh. . .my mom's doing well."

"That's good," Y/N smiled before turning her attention to the last person in the group. Her smile was wide as her eyes flickered over Bill who was staring at her in awe.

"H-H-Hi," Bill finally managed to whisper out, both of them getting flashbacks to the first time they had met.

"Hi," Y/N replied softly, tilting her head ever so slightly as she looked at the boy. Bill couldn't stop the blush that was growing on his cheeks and he was quick to look down at his feet, smiling slightly when he heard the soft giggles that escaped Y/N's lips.

"Damn, Bill's already trying to get the girl," Bill heard Richie whisper to Eddie. Thankfully Eddie seemed to be thinking the same as Bill and was quick to whack the boy in the back of his head as he gave him a 'what the fuck' look.

Stan shook his head at his friends before clearing his throat to gain their attention. "We should probably get going if we want to stay at the Barrens for a while," Stan suggested, his eyes flickering between the three boys before landing on his cousin.

Bill coughed and shifted awkwardly by his bike before nodding his head. "Stan's right. We sh-sh-should go," Bill said and the others didn't object.

Not having a bike of her own, Y/N walked over and joined Stan on his bike, wrapping her arms around her cousin's waist before they took off along with the others. Y/N couldn't help but smile and hold her arms out by her side as she enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing through her hair and the sun kissing her face.

It was moments like these where Y/N forgot about all of the problems that seemed to follow her wherever she went, her parents' divorce being pushed to the back of her head as a feeling of happiness took over her body. For that feeling as if she were flying and the happiness coursing through her veins, it was enough to make her feel like she was on top of the world.

Bill was unable to stop himself from looking towards the girl, a smile appearing on his face as he admired her. As if sensing his gaze, Y/N's eyes flickered open and she glanced over at him. Their eyes locked for a split second before Bill quickly looked away, silently wondering to himself why he kept staring at the girl and why she was making him so flustered.

Shaking his head, the boy quickly began to pedal fast, exclaiming, "Hi-ho Silver awaaay!"

This earned a round of laughter from the others while Y/N shook her cousin's arm and exclaimed, "Hurry, Stanley!"

"Your old lady bike's too fast for us!" Richie complained as him and the others hurried after Bill and towards their destination.

The Barrens.

- - -

"That's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy," Stan listed off, pointing to different plants as he did. "And that's poison ivy."

Y/N glanced at her cousin and gave him a confused look, but just shook her head and looked to the ground, not wanting to have to explain to him how not everything he saw was poison ivy.

However, Eddie seemed to be the only one to believe him, the boy's eyes widening in horror as he stepped away from the plants. He bumped into Y/N and gave her an apologetic smile before looking to Stan. "Where? Where's the poison ivy?" he asked.

Stan went to point at the plants again, but Richie was quick to dismiss the boy. "No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley," Richie muttered in annoyance making Stan's face drop slightly.

Y/N glanced at her cousin and gave him a sympathetic smile as she reached out and grabbed ahold of his arm, hugging it lightly. Stan's eyes met her own and he returned the smile, already letting Richie's words roll off of him.

"Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me," Eddie said as the five began to walk towards the Barrens, ditching their bikes on the side of the river.

"Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" Richie asked, glancing back at the small boy who frowned and nodded his head.

"Sometimes, yeah."

"Then you probably have crabs."

A look of pure horror flickered across Eddie's face as he looked to Richie who was trying not to burst out laughing. "That's so not funny," Eddie frowned.

Y/N watched as Bill turned his flashlight on before taking the lead and starting to journey into the sewers. The girl grimaced slightly at the sloshing around sound that followed as the boy walked inside, the smell hitting her nose and it taking all of her being not to gag.

She didn't want to upset Bill, so Y/N continued walking forward just behind Richie. However, Stan stopped short and since she was still holding onto his arm, she was forced to stop as well. She turned to give her cousin a confused look only to find him staring at the sewers with a disgusted look in his face, a tiny bit of fear evident in his eyes.

"Aren't you guys coming in?" Richie called out and that was when Y/N noticed that not only had her and Stan stopped, but Eddie as well.

"Uhuh that's gray water," Eddie replied with a shake of his head.

Richie gave the boy a look before scrunching you his nose and rolling his eyes. "What the hell is gray water?" Richie asked, sounding almost exasperated.

"It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you. . ." Eddie began. "You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee."

Y/N chuckled softly and looked away from the boy, her eyes locking on Bill who was walking further into the sewer. Not wanting him to go alone and knowing that Richie would be arguing with Eddie for a while, Y/N gently let go of her cousin's arm and slipped into the sewers.

Stan didn't notice her leaving until it was too late. He tried to grab for her, but Y/N was already walking away and Stan was too afraid to go after her, so he was left standing there with a frown on his face.

Y/N tried not to grimace as she walked towards Bill. As long as she didn't focus on the smell or the knowledge that she was in the sewers, it wouldn't be too bad.

"Are. . .are you serious?" Eddie questioned as Y/N walked past Richie who had picked up a stick that had been floating in the water. He began to sniff it and Eddie gagged.

"Doesn't smell like caca to me, Señor," Richie told him.

"O-O-Okay, I can smell it from here," Eddie complained.

"It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face," Richie joked making Eddie huff in frustration.

Eddie had to inhale deeply just to keep himself from yelling at the boy and only when he was calm did he speak again. "Have you ever heard of a staph infection?" he asked.

"Oh, I'll show you a "staff" infection," Richie said as he went to pick something up with the stick, neither him nor Eddie noticing Stan roll his eyes at the two quarreling boys.

Bill didn't even turn as he heard his two best friend arguing, the situation being nothing new. He merely rolled his eyes and continued flashing his flashlight towards the water, hoping to find a sign that his little brother Georgie had even there.

"That's so unsanitary," Eddie cried out. "This is literally. . .This is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now. Have you ever heard of listeria?" Eddie's voice was cut off by him screaming out as Richie tossed something from the sewer at him.

Y/N chuckled softly before finally reaching Bill's side. He was just standing back up with something in his hand and turned to look at his friends only to bump into Y/N, the two suddenly face to face. Bill's eyes widened at the close proximity, but it was like he was frozen in headlights and unable to move.

Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes flickering over Bill's face. She couldn't help but notice the slight blush that was beginning to grow on his cheeks, but she wasn't one to talk since she knew hers were turning red as well.

"Did you. . .did you find anything?" Y/N asked softly and that was enough to have Bill snapping out of whatever trance he had been in. The boy quickly took a step back before looking down.

"Y-Y-Yeah," he whispered as he shined the flashlight on the shoe he had found floating in the water.

Y/N took a step forward, not really caring about how close they were as she took a closer look at the shoe. However, Bill did notice their closeness and he really hoped she didn't hear his shaky breathing or his heart which felt like it was about to thump out of his chest.

He had really hoped that after not seeing the girl for five years, that his old feelings for her would be gone. But boy was he wrong. Seeing her again just made all the feelings surface once again and if he didn't know any better he might've even said they were worse than the last time.

"Betty Ripsom," Y/N whispered out, reading the small tag on the inside. A small gasp escaped her lips as she looked up at Bill. "Stanley mentioned her once. She's the girl that just went missing not too long ago, correct?"

Bill nodded and Y/N took a step back as she let out a shaky breath. "Well, shit," she whispered, the sound of her cursing being so adorable that Bill couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching up slightly.

Bill seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts of Y/N before looking towards his friends who were still crowded by the entrance. "Guys!" Bill called out, the three boys instantly going quiet as they turned to see Bill holding the shoe while Y/N held a hand to her forehead.

"Shit," Stan muttered, his voice cracking slightly in fear. "Don't tell me that's. . ."

"No. Georgie was w-w-wearing galoshes," Bill informed him, but that didn't seem to make Stan feel any better. Richie walked over to Y/N and Bill before taking a look at the shoe as well.

"Whose sneaker is it?" Eddie asked.

"It's Betty Ripsom's," Richie replied as he read the name written inside.

"Shit! Shit, oh god, oh fuck!" Eddie exclaimed as he shook his head. "I don't like this."

"How do you think Betty feels?" Richie asked causing Y/N to look at him. "Running around these tunnels with only one fucking shoe." The boy hopped on one foot and let out a small laugh but the others didn't laugh.

Richie looked to Y/N, hoping to at least earn a laugh out of the girl but she merely rolled her eyes at him and lightly whacked him in the back of the head. Richie gave her a shy smile and that was enough to make her let out a small laugh, Richie's smile instantly widening at that.

"What if she's still here?" Stan asked, his voice small. That caused Y/N and Richie to look away from each other and over at the boy, Bill finally pulling his gaze away from Y/N with a sad look in his eyes.

Y/N gulped before looking at the tunnel behind her. She then glanced at Bill, the boy's eyes locking with hers almost instantly. She seemed to be silently asking him if he wanted to do this and when he gave her the smallest nod in return, Y/N took in a deep breath before beginning to walk further into the sewers with Bill by her side.

Richie noticed the two moving and was quick to fall into step behind them, calling over his shoulder, "Eddie, come on!"

"My mom will have an aneurysm, okay, if she finds out we were playing down here," Eddie called out, his words making the three stop. "I'm serious."

Y/N couldn't help but think that Eddie had a point. If her parents were here they would be the same way. That is. . .if they even cared.

"Bill?" Eddie called out, knowing that Bill was the one calling the shots. The boy was hesitant to turn around, but when he did he found four pairs of eyes staring back at him, four lives that he was basically in charge of at that moment.

"If-If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. G-G-Georgie too," Bill said, his words making Eddie and Stan look down. It was obvious neither of them wanted to be here and if Y/N was entirely honest with herself, there was a part of her that would much rather be at the quarry than walking through a sewer.

"What if I don't want to find them?" Eddie finally asked, his question making Bill look at him in surprise. "I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like G-" Eddie quickly stopped himself before he could finish his thought and Richie and Y/N both looked to Bill who was trying his hardest not to cry.

Y/N felt her heart ache for the boy and she ever so slightly reached out before placing a hand on his arm, a small way of comforting him without bringing attention to his state or them. Bill clenched his jaw and looked to the ground while Eddie sighed from the entrance of the tunnel.

"I don't want to go missing either," Eddie corrected himself.

"He has a point," Stan muttered and that was enough to have Y/N letting go of Bill's arm as she looked to her cousin.

"You too?" Bill asked, a hint of betrayal in his voice.

Stan looked at Bill in silence for a minute before inhaling and saying, "It's summer. Y/N hasn't been here in five years and this is the first summer I finally get to have her back here again."

Y/N felt her heart drop at that, the sadness that her cousin had been trying to hide from her for all of these years he'd had to spend without her being hidden within those very words. She hadn't known he had missed her as much as she had missed him.

"We're supposed to be having fun," Stan said, his eyes locked on Y/N before he forced them away to look at Bill. "This isn't fun. This is scary and disgusting-"

Before Stan could finish what he was saying, the sound of splashing water had the five tensing up while Stan and Eddie quickly turned to look behind them. Y/N was quick to run back towards the entrance, stopping by Stan's side as he reached out and put a hand on her arm.

Their eyes widened slightly at the sight of a boy around their age flailing in the water. He tried to get up onto his feet only to fall again and it was only when Y/N squinted her eyes to get a good look at him that she noticed he was bleeding from both his stomach and his nose.

"Holy shit," Richie cried out as he ran over and stopped in between Eddie and Y/N, the boy looking up to them once he realized he wasn't alone.

"What happened to you?"

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transfemininomenon · 5 years

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Hey, i'm actually a "truscum" i found out recently, but im a little confused on the whole ordeal. Im not even sure if i actually am truscum or not- because some posts seem to tie up with me being one but others dont, but i saw you were really against them, so i wanted to ask if you're okay with a friendly calm conversation about it? I am very confused and i just want to learn a bit more or find out if i'm wrong about the whole ordeal. Are you open to it?

i'll be honest im not sure how friendly i can be with this kind of conversation because i really truly genuinely, and i don't use this word lightly, Hate truscum and its hard for me to really be civil about the discussion. but for the sake of this and me giving you a lot of benefit of the doubt that this ask is in good faith i'll explain why i do not like the entire truscum ideology

1. i guess i'll start off with the Big One - the claim that dysphoria is Required to be trans. i'll preface this by saying that i am someone who has experienced, and currently Experiences in wildly different degrees depending on what is happening in my life, dysphoria throughout my entire life. i had my entire teenage and young adult years stolen from me by it. i won't get into details about it because that is a Very Very Personal subject for me, but needless to say dysphoria is something that was a very prevalent part of my life.

anyway. the notion that dysphoria is a Trans Requirement™ is something that i hugely disagree with. i used to think that me figuring out i was a trans woman was because i experienced dysphoria, but frankly the opposite is true. dysphoria is what made me refuse to believe i was a woman or could ever be one. it made me believe i was a man and that was all i would ever be. it wasn't until i really started experimenting with my gender and unpacking a lot of stuff i felt about myself that i started to finally realize the woman i was. i first started trying our she/her pronouns nearing four years now, and started using the name Alice a few months after that. being referred to as a woman & experimenting with different feminine things gave me such incredible feelings of euphoria that i still experience to this day whenever i discover something new about my identity.

and that is something ive heard from SO many other trans people i know. or different things too - i know people who are completely fine with their bodies, just certain words and terms never felt Right to them. because the thing with dysphoria is that it, like all things gender related, is a product of society. dysphoria only exists because transphobia exists - people are told that there are these two rigid things that you are and HERE is what makes you one of those things, and those things are drilled into you literally since birth. everything from colors to jobs to hobbies to cars to entertainment to clothing to Literally Everything is gendered, and when that happens then of fucking course there are gonna be people who don't fall in line with that, and when it's so instilled into people and seen as such societal norms of COURSE people are going to have trouble with that.

and that's not even getting into the subject of gender on a biological level. the fact of the matter is that the two sex system Isn't True and that biological sex is very complicated. intersex people exist, people with all kinds of different chromosomes exist, people of certain body types that have higher levels of different hormones exist, SO much goes into that subject that frankly narrowing it down to two things just doesn't Work

and that's the real problem at the end of the day. dysphoria only exists because of a fucked up gender binary that clashes with both biology and sociology. people are complicated on both a biological and personal level and having set binaries for things is bound to cause confusion & doubt.

like, people's identities are SUCH personal things in so many different ways. there isn't any Right Way™ to be trans. i know trans women with beards, trans women who have no interest in starting hrt, trans men who wear dresses and makeup, non-binary people who make no effort to be androgynous, i know SO many different identities and different people. because the fact is that there's no right way to be trans because nothing is inherently gendered including people's very bodies. people are themselves and there is no Right way to be themselves.

that's on top of the lack of education when it comes to the subject of gender. such a huge part too of me figuring out i was trans was literally learning that it was even a fucking option. i genuinely didn't know just Being A Girl was an option. reading up on gender stuff and researching the different idea of transitioning was intrinsic in my figuring out who i was because oh shit turns out there are people like me and that is Okay.

like, dysphoria literally could've been a non-issue for me. i could've lived in a world where i could just Exist and enjoy whatever i wanted without it being weird. i could've decided so much sooner that i wasn't happy with the way my body was growing and not spent my entire teen years being so confused why i was so sad seeing my girl peers. i could have from the start just gotten to be a girl and never have had dysphoria be part of the equation.

im not trans being i experience dysphoria. im trans because being a woman is rad as hell and it's what i wanted. im trans because changing my name to Alice was the biggest moment of my entire life. im trans because rebelling against the societal restraints of gender is fucking metal. im trans because my friends can't even remember me ever not being me now. im trans because im a great older sister. im trans because god nerfed me and i said nah thanks man but im not feeling it.

my identity and my gender are very personal and complicated things, and narrowing it down to "i experience dysphoria" is frankly insulting to me.

anyway, that's the big point out of the way, so here's some shorter ones

2. this is kinda expanding on the last point, but truscum both insisting non-binary people aren't a thing and them insisting "transtrenders" exist is hmm Bad

the sheer fact of the matter is the concept of being non-binary has existed from the oldest known records of human history on TOP of that concept being prevalent in many different cultures so what do ya know there's a healthy dose of racism involved in the denial of non-binary people. the gender binary is such a western concept and there are SO many different cultures where different gender identities exist.

and, frankly, going back to the above point that gender is fucking Fake and is a societal concept - again, of fucking course there are going to be people who see a rigid set of rules on gender and are like "well wait that doesn't fit me" so of COURSE non-binary people exist

on the subject of "transtrenders" i feel like i shouldn't even HAVE to get into this subject because of how inherently transphobic it is. the concept doesn't exist. there are people who experiment with their gender and then decide their assigned one is fine. there are people who go through all kinds of different identities. there are people who come out as a different gender and then revert back due to backlash. there are people who get told the way they present their gender is the Wrong Way™ and get branded a trender. it's a dangerous thought process that literally does nothing but serve the cis status quo and make people afraid to experiment and think about their identities.

3. the idea that Those Evil Trenders™ are stealing resources from the Real Trans People™ is, frankly, fucking bullshit. issues when it comes to trans people finding difficulty accessing healthcare comes from a transphobic society hellbent on denying us care on top of fucked up healthcare systems in general. hormones aren't some limited quality hard to acquire thing - when i started hrt transferring my prescription from my clinic to my local pharmacy was a non-issue because it's something basically any pharmacy will have for ALL kinds of different purposes. it's an issue because healthcare in general is a god damn Mess on TOP of inherent transphobia

and, frankly, truscum are directly involved in that transphobia in the medical field. unless you find an informed consent clinic you're going to have to jump through all kinds of hoops to prove you're Actually Trans™ by getting referrals from other (almost always cis) people and then get put on ridiculous waitlists to make sure you're not about to change your mind. that kind of attitude is only encouraged by truscum and it is one of the biggest source of trans people having such difficulty accessing healthcare.

4. truscum as far as im concerned are no different than any other transphobe. two years ago before i started hrt i was harassed by truscum multiple times, each time having them tell me i wasn't trans, that i was just a trender, and it genuinely boggles my mind that anyone thinks misgendering me because i disagreed with their ideology is Woke, actually. I've seen so many fellow trans women getting called men by truscum who disagreed with them. i was actively told i shouldn't start hrt because i "wasn't really trans and was gonna ruin my life"

i really hope all of people live in anger every day knowing ive been on hrt over a year and a half and am fucking Thriving

anyway that's all i got to say on the matter i realize my points became less thought out as it went on but frankly the first point is enough for me to not like truscum

(please refrain from reblogging this i don't want any clowns in my inbox)

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 3 years

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Jan your last updates age amazing!! Do you text like that in real life?? Bc your texts are hilarious! And don‘t get me started on the emoji game 🤧 people who know how to use emojis are gems (but we already knew you were one 😌)

Now Kuroo and Poppy??? Yes ❤️

Bad news for y/n at the end?? Girl just stay professional. Keep the reply short and don‘t engage. Please don‘t ruin what you have with Iwa 😐

Makki‘s update for „the foreigner and the banned one“?? Gold ✨

That‘s it from my side! Hope you‘ve been doing well 😌

- love Jen ✨🤍

JEN YOU CUTIE. Hii. I do use emojis a lot in text! I love the new melting face one?? IT'S SO FUNNY. I used to barely use them but I started using them more bc of my smau's.... PFFT. when the fanfic changes the writer!!

OH new ship right? See everyone was afraid I'd break Kuroo's heart but that was never the plan. He's a little dumb but he's not getting his heart smashed!!

HAHA I won't say much about y/n and her ex, but ofc you're right! now if only someone shut that man up forever too. smh.

THANK YOU FOR APPRECIATING THAT. I thought it was a bit funny but I make myself laugh too easily... tis why I am a clown D:

Thank you for always coming into my asks to talk with me!! :( I always love hearing your thoughts or anything you say at all! I hope you have a wonderful week!! <33

#the way I don't use emojis when I reply to asks tho #its bc I'm on my laptop #D:#jan replies #my sweet jen <3

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years

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Ali: idk, plenty of friends cried on these shoulders but never Ro over this, its new ground Tommy: You're alright Tommy: I reckoned as much when she flew home Tommy: Like I've been in with tea but I'm blatantly juggling cups and nothing else Tommy: She ain't about my efforts Tommy: Offered to dance battle him and she didn't even laugh Ali: Tah for being tea boy though, more necessary and appreciated than it might seem when she's catatonic Ali: to be fair, that isn't funny, babe 😜 Tommy: Giving it a go Tommy: x 2 like Tommy: oi I'm well funny Ali: 💚 Ali: hmm Ali: i hope that's not your aim w this theatre school lark Ali: standup you ain't Tommy: Laugh it up or you ain't getting your welcome home cupcakes honey Tommy: 🌟 baker I am Ali: tears of a clown baby bro Ali: 'cos bet mary berry herself didn't whip up anything for your arrival only days previous Ali: that's da Ali: mum is OBVS paul Ali: the accent, the blue steel, the unnecessary harsh judgment Tommy: 😂 Tommy: The cupboards were bare before yours truly showed up to help with the big shop Tommy: Working my ballet body without rest here Ali: wanna have a fab summer not a flab one darling Ali: only thinking of all the money they ain't had to put into your training #datscholarshiptho Tommy: Put your claws away if you ain't aiming them at a diff blonde lad Tommy: That'll be why I'm shameless fave not cause none of yous are about Ali: seriously don't Ali: he better square up when we're in that car park Ali: if the teachers don't get him first...you won't believe the fucking scandal blatantly occurring rn Ali: obvs 😘 'til Bea and Fraze become the big ballers they wanna be and start paying it back Ali: all 'bout that dolla Tommy: if you heard that lad, gotta post up 🥊 Tommy: someone better smack that cunt Tommy: Spill it sister, how is he on worse behavior? Nearly a proper skill at this point Ali: I plan to Ali: just followed Carly into the fucking cupboard bog, like Ali: in what world are you not getting caught Ali: we're in a fucking tin can Tommy: ERRR Tommy: Your Carly? Tommy: she can do better Ali: I been telling her Ali: best believe Ali: can't drag her out like time out bitch Ali: he's a disease s2g Ali: every fucking girl I know Tommy: 💔 not about that for her Tommy: Every girl except you? 🤔 suspect Ali: nah Ali: don't need to tell you he treats her like shit, duh Ali: ☕ Tommy: let me at her inbox tbh Tommy: not having this Tommy: she's a cutie Ali: do it Ali: meddlin' gay who smugly knows best defs a better stereotype than jealous ex Ali: 😣 no tah Tommy: Valid Tommy: Your eyes ain't gone green though, have they? Tommy: If this is a triangle, or love square tell me now bitch Ali: Bitch Ali: how dare you do me down like that Ali: Nah, I just want her to be happy Ali: and ain't happening with that cunt Tommy: Don't you reckon she knows that Tommy: She was happy with you but that went how it went maybe she's not looking for it to be like that again Ali: Oh, so I just let her fuck her life up Ali: polite smiles from the sideline like SOOOOO happy for you babes, what a man! Ali: Pfffft 😒 Ali: be a better gay Tommy: Nah but putting yourself out there for the real shit is such a THING Tommy: I get it Ali: So dramatic the lot of you Ali: not gotta get a pug and a mortgage Ali: if you ain't going out there tryna be happy every day every way Ali: what's the point Ali: a madness Tommy: Maybe she's all out of trying after putting up with your high maintenance arse for so long ☕ Tommy: 😂 Tommy: Nobody's bringing their best for that basic fuckboy Ali: 🖕 piss off hair product Tommy: Like you take any less time putting together your 'effortless' lewks you faux hippie Tommy: Don't be coming for my crowning glory Ali: Bleurgh Ali: forgot how much of a bitch you were Ali: when you going back again? 😘 Tommy: We've all seen you #bringitforberlin Tommy: Not that I'm jealous nah Tommy: But how was it? Drama aside Ali: 👼 Don't push me down the stairs, watching my back now like 👀 Ali: It overshadowed everything lowkey but yeah Ali: still ace Tommy: You'll bring it back around when you flatten Drew Ali: 🍑👏 him Tommy: 👑 Tommy: what are we gonna do about Ro and Carly though? 🤔 Must focus Ali: soz, my booty has that affect Ali: but seriously Ali: I am fresh out of ideas... Ali: maybe he's like Samson and we need to give him a buzzcut Ali: break the spell Tommy: or shove a bowl on his head and ✂ Ali: ain't far off Ali: ☕ it ain't that cute a cut Ali: its just shiny and blonde, snap out of it ladies! Tommy: Honestly Tommy: Meena got all the looks and that's the tea Ali: Oooooooooh! 😉 Ali: No argument tho even if you're 😍 Tommy: SHUT YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU TALK TO ME ALISON Tommy: She's just better than him very HIGHKEY Tommy: Take it up with our man JC Ali: 😂 Ali: Bless Ali: so sweet Ali: and finally Ali: a matrimony we can all get behind Tommy: excuse me he made me and her both queens Tommy: too fabulous for your hetero baiting of the audience Ali: sure jan Ali: can't fake that chemistry Ali: told you, you're a shit actor Tommy: Take a step back Marsha if you don't want me coming for your weave Tommy: You reckoned on your ex a few back? Marlene would blatantly kill Drew no questions Ali: 💅💄 jealousy's a disease, get well soon bitch 😷 Ali: now you gay baiting! Tommy: 😂 Ali: Let karma sort him out Ali: Ro's well out of it Ali: Carly, I hope, knows what she's doing, even if I don't fuck with it Ali: he ain't gonna 💔 Tommy: Yeah Tommy: Still, drink and debrief when you get home? Tommy: I wanna hear how the teachers throw down Ali: fosho Ali: dog or you SO 100% G.A.Y. now you refuse to go anywhere that ain't flying at least 2 rainbow flags at all times? 😉 Tommy: 🌈 or bust Tommy: not gonna be Ro's scene but if you wanna bring Carly that cunt isn't gonna set foot in such hallowed ground Ali: A different concept for scared straight but I'm with it Ali: I'll ask her Ali: got a party dress I didn't get to debut, gotta save something for the home crowd, like Tommy: I'd watch THAT show Ali: wouldn't we all Ali: so much teen mum to catch up on, you best not have watched it without me! Tommy: Not trying to get struck down ta Tommy: That fury's all for Drew Ali: unless you've deleted all the recording like ur burning after reading, you're alright kid Tommy: Honey I know what's holy Ali: thank God someone does Ali: Drew getting kicked straight to hell and off this bus if he don't chill Tommy: They still going? Tommy: Ugh Ali: Nah Ali: Laoise and her crew dobbed, which fair enough literally no one needs it, doubt they got started before the teachs' were yanking them out Ali: if they had handcuffs Drew would be chained to his seat rn no lie Ali: citizen's arrests and full-scale riot behaviour going down rn from everyone slating Carly Tommy: omhg Tommy: I hope someone's streaming Tommy: Gonna send my girl 💚🍀 Ali: no doubt Ali: reckon we might have to make an emergency stop Ali: couldn't even make the trip home Ali: really lads REALLY Tommy: And I thought my school was full of drama queens and kings Tommy: Christ alive Ali: honestly Ali: got nothing on the common people Ali: i'm so over it Ali: gonna knock myself over the head in a minute so i don't have to deal Tommy: I'd suggest a sing song but don't reckon that'll cut it Tommy: Call me a bad gay again but Tommy: Never hear you over the war cries like Ali: 😂 if there was ever a moment for kumbaya Tommy: If they'd let you keep your 🎸 you'd be thriving Tommy: Yeah I heard about that casual confiscation Tommy: Weapon in more ways than one though, lads Ali: THANK YOU Ali: how we gon' play for peace now Ali: gonna have to get real happy clappy Tommy: 👏stop👏 slutshaming👏 carly👏 Tommy: End with a mexican wave that knocks that cunt out Tommy: She alright? Tommy: I just saw a flash of Ro, safe to say she ain't Ali: I mean, as much as they're all just using this as an excuse to do that Ali: lowkey have a point on this one Ali: why here and why now Ali: its disrespectful Tommy: Talk to her Tommy: Someone's clearly keeping Ro in the loop somehow, is that likely to be her? Ali: Idk Ali: I don't think its her style Ali: she isn't doing it to be malicious to Ro but yeah, idk why she is Tommy: Is she proper 💘 on Drew Tommy: 'Cause lord Ali: How could anyone be Tommy: I have literally no clue Tommy: But Ro's not 💔 about her German accent or whatever Tommy: It's all about him so there's gotta be something we're missing Ali: Oh, that ain't about him Ali: about a lot of things but him being a vessel for her intimacy issues and insecurities is just one of 'em Tommy: So he could've been anyone? Score - 1 for Romeo Ali: Any dickhead who's not gonna make it real on his end and ruin the fairytale, yeah Ali: dime a dozen Tommy: ☕ Ali: safe to say he's fucked the narrative still tho Ali: although, has he? 'cos secretly feeds into the 'i'm wrong and strange' deal we all know is there Tommy: Savage Tommy: But accurate Ali: I know Ali: Die before I said it to her face, like but Ali: makes me worried if she needs to prove that theory right again he could make a reappearance Ali: everyone loves a bit of self-destruction Ali: can't judge but I am Tommy: Samsies Tommy: Fuck's sake Tommy: This family Ali: Rocky the only one with a healthy functioning relationship tbh Tommy: The realest Tommy: Even ma's met her match in ro rn though Tommy: She's lowkey freaking me out and I'm used to you weirdos Ali: Explain Ali: I've seen her at her freakiest, remember, so are we talking worse? Tommy: True maybe I'm just out of practice Tommy: Ghost like vibes catching me off guard Ali: We'll have to keep an eye on the food Ali: she doesn't eat much, and never in front of any of us now Ali: but I can tell when she's had something Ali: make sure we're not hungerstrike vibes again Tommy: I reckon she'll be alright-ish when you get home Tommy: Much as she ever is, you know Tommy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tommy: She's not gonna want to go to hospital or any of that shit Ali: Yeah, you're right Ali: I'm being dramatic, it's catching Tommy: 👑 Tommy: Bea will be if she sees her Tommy: Jesus take the wheel and spare me that Ali: 😬 Ali: can hear the 'I told you so' from here Ali: we're all thinking it but shh Tommy: Inside voices like we do at least Ali: Never know Ali: might be the motivation she needs Ali: Bea disappointment Tommy: Oh snap Ali: You know it works Ali: on Fraze too 😂 Tommy: 😂 Tommy: Yeah

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The Akatsuki members as high-school students

Has this been done before? Probably! Do I care? No, because these are my terrible headcanons and nobody can take them from me.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long time, probably since early February. I’ve been lacking motivation to do anything at all for months and lo and behold, I find this basically finished piece bar one character. I really, really want to start writing again but I’m struggling to think of ideas, so if you have any requests for future headcanons/one shots/etc feel free to slide me a message or something :)

He's definitely the generic super intelligent kid who gets straight A's in pretty much every subject. All of his notes are really well organised, he keeps bullet journals and everything is colour coded - mans notes are literal art. His handwriting is definitely beautiful, we're talking professional calligrapher here.

All of his equipment is immaculate, he cries if one of his books gets a crease or something on it somehow. If you accidentally nudge him or ruin his notes he will silently hold a grudge against you forever - he probably won't act on his grudge though, he just wants to blend in and he dislikes conflict in general.

Despite being fully aware of his intelligence he hardly ever speaks up in classes. He only really speaks when spoken to and so is renown as the token quiet kid. I also envision him as being super pretentious, although he doesn't show it he definitely thinks he's better than everyone else.

His favourite subject would be English because he enjoys analysing anything and everything. If you're friends with him he will make comments on how random pieces of media etc. are a representation of -insert important world issue or theory.- He'd also like art despite it being the only subject he's not very good at. All his art is abstract, he will draw a pink square and claim it represents a patriarchal society.

Doesn't have many friends because he isn't very talkative, spends most of his time at school alone doing schoolwork. Sees school purely as an educational setting and so doesn't see the point in making an attempt to be social.

All of his school equipment looks like it's been mauled by 300 dogs because its all second/third/fourth+ hand. Man would never pay full price for a textbook. He definitely steals all the faculty equipment too. You could fill an entire room with the amount of stationary this man has but he will NEVER lend it to anyone else. If he does lend you something it's because its either A) broken B) barely functional (so like pens which can write 2 letters before running out) or C) you're giving him something better in return/paying for it (even then he'll probably take whatever he lent you back without you realising)

He also definitely runs mini-shops in school where he'll sell stolen equipment and things like sweets/chewing gum/trendy items (he made bank when fidget spinners were a thing) for like triple what they're actually worth.

His favourite subject is definitely history (He's a crusty dusty old man so of course) but he will never admit this. He takes business and economics but hates them, he's already done all of his own research into the subjects and is only doing them to get the qualification. Definitely complains about how he already knows it all already and it's a waste of time for him to learn it again. His only conversation topic is him talking about how he's going to set up his own business as soon as he leaves school.

Is very intelligent but only gets average grades in most subjects because he refuses to try if he dislikes the subject or sees it as a waste of time.

Watched DeathNote once and now thinks he's an actual real life version of Light Yagame. Carries around his own DeathNote and threatens to write people's name in it.

Convinced that he's been bestowed with supernatural powers, whenever he speaks he does lots of flashy hand gestures, - think generic cool-dude protagonist poses - these change depending on what piece of media he's currently obsessed with. His personality also changes alongside the poses.

Basically what I'm trying to say is he's the over-saturated 'weird anime kid' with a touch of superiority complex. Although, he's super confident and has absolutely 0 shame in this fact.

Bless his little heart, he loves writing but is the definition of 'uses complicated words without knowing what they mean'. He's still decently smart though. His grades would probably be pretty average because he struggles to apply himself properly. His favourite subject would definitely be something like sociology where he can freely express his profound ideas, even if some of them are completely god awful. He'd also enjoy any subject which gives him creative freedom such as art or English.

Cannot see this lad as anything but a jock. He loves sports, lives and breathes them. He's probably a member of practically every single sports team and is surviving on the basis he has a sports scholarship of some kind.

Despite him being a jock he'd be the most approachable out of all the Akatsuki members. He's the kind of guy who no matter who you are he'd always be happy to crack jokes and talk with you. He definitely brings in way too much food, he's that dude who brings a whole mini banquet to school every day for no discernible reason. He's always happy to share though, he's definitely the kind of guy who if he saw someone sat by themselves at lunch he'd sit with them and offer them food.

His grades would be a little on the lower side because most of his free time is taken up with all his sports, however, he'd still work hard at his academics regardless. If anything this man is probably the most dedicated, he would hate the fact that he's falling behind all his classmates but at the same time would rather die than give up any of his extracurricular activities.

He'd be fairly popular because of his naturally easygoing and humorous nature, but people would rarely ever invite him to events as they'd just assume he was busy.

Konan is an absolute babe, the kindest and most caring person in the whole school. Forgotten your lunch? She'll buy you some or give you her own. Didn't do your homework? Bitch will give you hers to copy, if it's an essay or something she'll sit with you and help you write it. Looking a little upset? Konan's right there to try and cheer you up even if you aren't friends.

Despite how wonderful and 100/10 a person she is she probably won't have many close friends. She'll get used a lot by others who take advantage of her good nature. She's smart enough to know what they're doing but she doesn't care, she's happy to be of help to anyone even if they don't appreciate it.

She's a bit of a teachers pet though, she's on super good terms with every teacher in the school even if she doesn't take the subjects they teach. Most of her breaks/lunches would be taken up by her helping with display boards or whatever.

Her favourite subject would be geography, she'd really enjoy learning about different cultures and societies. I can see her just really enjoying learning about how rivers are formed and stuff like that as well. Her least favourite would be something like math which is only fact based, she enjoys being able to look at things from different perspectives.

Also bitch would bake all the time, literally every lesson she'd whip out a box of cakes/cookies/anything else she'd baked the night before to share with the whole class.

Carries knives around with him because he thinks they make him look cool. He can and will whip one out at any given opportunity so he can flex a knife trick on you. His knife tricks suck though, he always drops them or cuts himself, if you try and walk away he'll beg you to stay claiming that fortieth time's the charm or something.

He never shows up to lessons, he doesn't even know what one is. If you ever ask him what subjects he takes he'll look at you blankly and ask what you mean. If he ever is in a lesson it's because he was dragged there by a member of staff. Honestly, the few lessons he's actually present for are so chaotic teachers find themselves praying he doesn't show up. Being as he never willingly shows up he'll never know what subject it is, and he'll ask insanely bizarre questions un-ironically because he gives no fucks and has no idea what is happening. For example, you'll be learning about arteries in biology and he'll ask something like "What ingredients do we need?" because he'll have confused arteries with artichoke and think he's in a home economics lesson.

Despite being the weird knife kid he's pretty popular, he's so completely brain dead and unaware of his surroundings that its impossible not to get along with him. He doesn't have the critical thought to bully anyone and so even if he tries to be horrible it always comes off as though he's just trying to be funny.

Oh dear oh lord what can I say about Zetsu? Zetsu is an absolute shit show of a student. Black Zetsu I can see as being very academic focussed, with their favourite subjects being religion, politics and some form of economics. I imagine they’d be very active within school politics/religious scenes, probably the head of some sort of group for both.

Black Zetsu would also be interested in applying for positions such as Head of Year, Class Representative and anything similar. They’re a big control freak and as a result have basically 0 friends. People would find them overbearing and awful to be around. They’re the incredibly opinionated kid who dismisses anything which they don’t personally agree with.

White Zetsu on the over hand, hoo boy. Class clown obviously. The living bane of Black Zetsu. If Black Zetsu wants class representative then you know people will vote for white Zetsu instead because he’s infinitely more popular. He’s incredibly weird but in such an innocent and goofy way they’d have a large group of friends. They wouldn’t be popular per say, but they’d be friends with practically everyone.

Their favourite subject would probably be biology because sex jokes, but I also think they’d enjoy English because uhh… Sex jokes. I just can’t see White Zetsu taking school even slightly seriously.

He basically lives in the art department. If you walk near him he will tag along and start talking to you about art, it doesn’t matter who you are you will be forced to listen to his speech.

Incredibly confident and has no issue starting a conversation with anyone. He's definitely the type of person who every time you see him he'd be with a completely different group of people, whether they want him there or not.

Despite his weird constant art rants he'd be the life and soul of the party. He's always fun to be around purely because of how much energy he has. He'd be the kid who makes everyone laugh completely on accident, although people would probably be laughing more at him than with him.

He'd probably get invited to lots of places by other kids just so he could be the butt of every joke. He wouldn't mind though, he'd brush it off and probably enjoy the attention he gets from it.

Most of his friends would end up being people who know nothing about art though, all the students who participated in any artistic subjects would stay far away in fear of him starting another argument about art.

If the art class ever does clay his has to be put in the kiln separately because it always blows up. He also has a habit of 'accidentally' damaging other people's art if he dislikes it. Eventually he would mellow out and start appreciating other forms.

Nobody knows who he is, people will have sat next to him for years and won't even know his name. The amount of times his name is called in the register and people will pipe up with "who's that?" or "didn't he move to another school?" is genuinely concerning. He doesn't care though, he'd rather go through school completely unnoticed.

Excels at all subjects (besides sports, he's never showed up to a PE lesson because of 'health reasons') despite putting very little effort into academics. His favourite subjects would be biology and math. He'd absolutely hate art as a subject, preferring to do art in his free time rather than make it into a chore at school. He'd have been put in Deidara's class at least once and it would have completely ruined all enjoyment of art as a subject for him. He'd also hate any subjects which prompt discussion such as English or sociology, he doesn't have any opinions on them and he doesn't care to listen to anyone else's.

Honestly, dude is the definition of a background character at school. He just simply does not exist, and I have mad respect for him. On the off chance anyone even tried to speak to him he'd probably completely ignore them, the only communication he has at school is through emails with teachers. He has 0 interest in making friends when they have nothing in common with him.

Another character sort of hard to pinpoint. He’d probably be somewhat similar to White Zetsu, but not quite as popular. He’d be a right teachers pet, with few friends his own age. He’d probably spend spend all his breaks and lunches with teachers in their classrooms, offering to help them with display boards etc.

Despite being a teachers pet he wouldn’t be academic whatsoever. He’d always try his best but bless him, he’s terrible at every subject and ends up constantly making a fool of himself. He’s definitely the sort to raise his hand to make a really great point, but his really great point is basically repeating the lesson objective. When studying of mice of men he definitely asked “what’s the name of Curly’s wife’s husband?”

His favourite subject, regardless of his ineptitude would be drama. He’d always be the most melodramatic and over the top in every character he played, not really caring what other people thought of him. In fact, that’s probably his best feature. Despite his lack of popularity he’d always unapologetically be himself, his goofy and over the top self.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

If we’re thinking more about Obito, I’d like to imagine for the sake of this headcanon Tobi is what he’s like during lower school years and then suddenly one summer he comes back and he’s completely matured into this foreign character unrecognisable to nobody.

He’d become incredibly serious, forgoing the role of energetic teachers pet to a much more muted one. He’d still be just as terrible at all his lessons, and still spend most of his time around teachers rather than others his age but he’d no longer have that fun spark. He’d probably start caring greatly about what people thought of him so his latter years would be trying to stay under the radar completely.

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