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miekasa · 3 years

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mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao).

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait.

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key.

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster.

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it.

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back.

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you.

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards.

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity.

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in.

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you.

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out.

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it.

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay.

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week.

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone.

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house.

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho.

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening.

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day.

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around.

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son.

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying.

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his.

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it.

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever.

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out.

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car.

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part.

#anonymous #hes so fucking cute hes my fucking BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDD #eren x reader #aot x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #eren fluff #eren smut

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littlepadika · 3 years

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Sweet Pea Takeover

When: August 13th 12am PST- August 13th 11:59pm PST

Where: This blog! All posts will be stored under #sweet pea takeover

Warnings: Will contain spoilers for the Calling Home Universe, and NSFW topics. Additional warnings (ex. DDLG, anxiety and PTSD) will be listed when necessary.

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yonymii · 4 years

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secret garden

a/n: shoutout to my chamaedorea plant, Debrah 🤩 (also @gigis-galaxy for telling me to write for mattsun) his characterisation is wierd but whatever,, this took wayy too long to write sjkdjkdjks i think i change tenses at the end?? I liked it tho so i kept it

Wordcount: 4.4k

pairing: matsukawa issei x gn!reader

Warnings: cursing

Matsukawa didn’t notice you the first time he saw you. Of course, he’d seen you sat leaning against the wall scribbling notes onto your hand, but he hadn’t really noticed you, not enough to be able to describe your appearance. Like every other year, he’d just sat near his friends and started talking, completely missing your voice reverberating off of the plain white classroom walls, your laugh never reaching his ears. Your friends were always sat in front of you, blocking you from his field of vision, so it was no surprise when you two had been partnered up for a history project he’d had to ask who on earth y/n l/n was.

You hadn’t noticed him either, though. Matsukawa was one of those kids who joked around in class, throwing paper balls at their friends and drawing bad pictures of the teacher on scrap pieces of paper but was too discreet to ever get caught. You’d heard his voice but never bothered to turn around and learn whose it was, never scanned the classroom to take in and memorise the faces of your classmates. In your opinion, they were irrelevant unless you needed them for something.

Unfortunately, you needed Mattsun for this grade.

You waited for him to approach you, not moving from your seat, occasionally glancing over to see whether he was coming to sit beside you (on the table your friend had begrudgingly moved from). After what felt like hours, there was shuffling in that spot and you heard the chair legs scrape across the wood flooring, then a figure slump into the plastic seat. He looked over to you but you were already sending texts to your friends on the other side of the classroom, trying not to laugh so you wouldn’t be caught by the teacher. He thought you were quite attractive; not like Oikawa, though. Like you were unaware of your appearance, as if you didn’t spend too much time staring in the mirror worrying about how you look to others.

It was silly, really. That he was thinking so deeply into it when all you two had to do was study together and then produce a poster on World War One. It wasn’t difficult, except everytime you started speaking he felt obliged to look over at your face, your expressions. Mattsun desperately needed to focus, and you weren’t helping.

“Are you free to work on this over the weekend or do you want me to finish it?” he heard you ask as he was packing his bag on the Friday before your project was due. You two had mainly worked on it during his free lunches, seeing as all your clubs were on afterschool and not at lunch break. He turned to see you stood at the doorway of your empty classroom, tapping the end of your foot on the floorboards. He nodded, zipping up his backpack and meandering over to where you stood. “Yeah, you have my number, right? Text me your address and i’ll come over at twelve tomorrow,” he started walking off but looked over his shoulder at you, “If it’s okay with you, that is?”

You just agreed politely, joining your friends on the field at the back of campus. You could hear them talking, but you weren’t listening. You had your phone out but it was hidden under your blazer in case any teachers walked past and saw you; as you sent your address to Mattsun you couldn’t help but worry about the state of your room.

Not that it was messy. In fact, it was abnormally clean for a teenager. It was just… full. You had no idea how to tell your partner that you had no desks to work on because they were all occupied by your various houseplants your grandmother gave you? You sure as hell weren’t moving them just so that he could work.

Your room was a long rectangle, your bed positioned carefully so it fitted perfectly into the thin space by the window (which was occupied by a long pot of forget-me-nots), and you had two desks; one that was for plants all along and the other was now home to plants but was previously used for studying. You did most of your work sat in bed with a tray for stability nowadays.

“Hey y/n! The bell’s gone, we’ll see you Monday, m’kay?” your friend said as they tapped your shoulder and headed off. You just nodded, tucking your device into the inside pocket of your blazer and packing up your things ready for your next english class.

There were crescent moons of dirt underneath your fingernails and when you put the trowel down to sit back and bathe underneath the late afternoon sun you felt a presence behind you, their shadow above yours.

"Y/n?"

You pulled one of your airpods out, turning to gaze up at them. They were stood directly in the way of the sun, the skin on their arms illuminated with gold. You hummed in response, shifting onto your backside and exposing your mud and grass-stained knees. They chuckled and bent down to meet you; you shielded your eyes from the brightness of the sky.

"You're partnered with Mattsun for the history project, right?" Iwaizumi asked, his head tilting to the side. You nodded, fingertips digging into the soil beside you. There were a few younger students kneeling to weed the flowerbeds and vegetable patches beside yours, but they were silent. Iwaizumi lowered his voice, noticing the alck of noise in the area. There were crickets chirping quietly and the heat seared your skin. You wiped your forehead with the back of your wrist.

"Yeah, why?" your cousin smiled, standing back up as he noticed your eagerness to get back to work.

"He's skipping practice some lunches and won't tell anyone what he's doing. It's driving Shittykawa mad." you laughed at the nickname but still smacked his leg. "Don't call your best friend names, Hajime! And yeah. It'll be done by the weekend so don't worry, m'kay?"

The brunette nodded, turning away from you and starting to leave, waving lazily at you while still turned. You shouted goodbye as he walked off, spinning round to face the bed of flowers and positioning yourself onto your knees comfortably.

Your doorbell was broken when Matsukawa tried ringing it. He marveled at the vast number of window boxes filled with vibrant flowers (which he couldn't name), knocking three times on the wooden door. It was mid afternoon, the sun was hidden behind a few clouds and when you opened the door and invited him inside there were no lights on, only open curtains and white walls and carpets to brighten the rooms.

"Where are we going?" he asked when you led him to the back door and opened it, ushering him outside. It was a large green lawn, surrounded by tall bushes and beds of flowers. There was a small allotment behind a wooden fence and grey brick wall and he saw a tall wooden structure supporting a plethora of different vegetables, along with all different shades of sweet pea blossoms. In short, your garden was something out of a children's story book.

By the time the pair of you were sat on the blanket underneath an old looking tree, the sun had come out and was lighting the area. There was a stack of textbooks by the roots and you handed him a few which he opened to the bookmarked pages. Mattsun had been the one to keep hold of your poster so he set it down on a tray in the centre of the blanket, along with his stationary.

"What do you want to focus on for the last segment?" you broke the silence with a question which he was quick to respond to.

"Uhm, the causes? Of the war?" you nodded in agreement and opened a textbook. Mattsun cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Whose garden is this? I mean, uhh, who like, takes care of it?"

You had to hold back a laugh at his nervous tone, suppressing your grin when you explained that it was, in fact, your garden, and you lived mostly alone.

He just nodded, avoiding any eye contact.

"It was my grandmother's but i look after it now." Mattsun nodded again, ruling a line along the bottom of your poster to mark off the last section. "It's really nice," he said, looking up at you. You slipped your shoes off, tucking your feet under your legs and meeting his eyes.

"You must enjoy it."

A smile adorned your lips and you hummed in agreement, outlining the title of your poster (causes of World War One) and explaining your hobby to your partner. Honestly, you knew he probably didn't care, but he would listen, even if it wasn't particularly interesting to him.

"When i was younger i lived with my grandparents and sometimes my dad. He's away on business most of the time though. My grandmother used to bring me out and tell me about all of the plants, and after a while let me grow a few myself. When she passed i took over the garden," you giggled as soom is the sun appeared from behind the clouds and lit up your face, " It looks the same as it always did though. I haven't changed it much."

Although you'd assumed Matsukawa wasn't listening, he hadn't transferred any of your notes onto the large sheet of paper. He was laying on his back staring up at the sky through the leaves of the large oak tree and there were little dots of sunlight decorating his skin and hair. His eyelashes were fluttering against his cheeks; he was stunning in a way you'd never noticed before. You probably wouldn't have been able to see him this way if you'd have only been with him at school, volleyball practice or at games. It was different, but not in a bad way. You didn't know Matsukawa Issei, but you wanted to.

Clearing your throat to gain his attention (which you had anyway), and looked over at him once again, only to see his eyes on you, cheeks flushed a little as he gazed at your face under the shade of the tree. "We should really get this done, Matsukawa. It's been an hour and a half already."

He agreed, sitting up and resting his soft cheek on the palm of his hand, picking up a pen and copying out your notes in neat while you cut out pictures to accompany the writing.

Three sharp knocks at your front door woke you up from the light nap you’d been taking on the sofa laying next to your dad who’d come home for the weekend. You watched sleepily as he stood up to answer whoever it was, expecting a delivery or the friendly postman who was also your neighbor.

It was Matsukawa.

“Y/n!- Oh, uhm, hello, sir.” he said, looking down at his shoes and fiddling with his fingers. After the project you’d turned in the pair of you had become good friends and you now often sat with the volleyball team at lunches, visiting them after school during practice and going to watch practice matches. You’d done this every once in a while because of Iwaizumi but it had become significantly more frequent over the last few months.

“Why do you need y/n?” your dad asked Issei, crossing his arms protectively and leaning all his weight onto one leg. The boy who’d come over to see you just smiled up at him as you peeked out from behind the doorway and waved, pushing your dad to the side gently to allow him over the threshold and towards the door leading to your garden.

“He’s a friend, dad. I told you why i got all that food ready this morning, right?” The sun was setting on the horizon as you took Mattsun’s bag and ran up the stairs to your room, putting it by your desk and running back down to meet your friend on the lawn.

He sat on the tyre swing that hung on the oak tree, his legs threaded through the hole as he swung gently in the evening breeze. “You didn’t tell him i was coming over?” Mattzun said, resting his chin on the rubber.

“I did! I just didn’t give him any specifics is all.” You collapsed onto the blanket that was spread out over the green blades, your head on a large grey pillow. There was a basket by your feet full of cakes and drinks, and you had a speaker resting in the hollow of the tree trunk. The stars were starting to appear in the sky and the moon was hanging low in the orange glow near the rooftops, their silhouette bold against the slowly darkening backdrop. It was beautiful, and with the silence between you two you didn’t notice Mattsun crawling towards you to lay down on your stomach, a can of cola held loosely between both of his hands. He tapped his short nails against it as he looked up at the sky, his delicately carved face illuminated in the fiery sunset.

"You ok, Mattsun? You're being quiet, it's scaring me," you said, looking down at him as he breathed gently, chest rising and falling slowly as his lungs filled with air. You felt him nod against your stomach, hair sticking slightly to the fabric of your shirt. When he sat up to look at you, it was sticking out in weird directions; he looked like someone from a movie who'd been electrocuted. A giggle escaped your lips and he brushed a hand over the back of his locks, smoothing it down effectively.

He hummed when you pressed one fingertip to the tip of his nose and then the screen of your phone to play some music. Your dad shut off the upstairs and downstairs lights so now it was almost completely dark; the light of the full moon kissed Mattsun’s cheeks and made him glow, your heart stuttered and your breathing becoming laboured and heavy. The boy was laying down on his back on your blanket, chewing a biscuit and sitting up slightly to swallow it before laying down again. The stars blinked at your through the green leaves of the tree, and you leaned forwards to grab your cup that was filled with tea; the warmth radiating from it met your skin and sent a shiver all the way down your spine. You could hear your breathing fall into synchronization with his, your mind clearing and the only thing present in your thoughts was the boy laying beside you.

“Y/n, you never sit with us anymore. Just this lunch?” you shook your head at your friend (who you had indeed ditched for the Seijoh volleyball club a number of months ago), sighing loudly so that she heard you.

“Seriously, i don’t want to sit with you today, okay?” she just stared at you, face not showing any emotion, “I’ll sit with you guys when i feel like it. That isn’t right now.” and you ignored her pleads as you walked to the stairs where Makki was standing, one foot against the wall and his hands shoved into the pockets of his blazer. His bag was leaning against the surface and one of his shoes was sticking out of the side because the bag as too full. When he saw you he picked it up, slinging it over his shoulder and not speaking, just wandering lazily up the staircase and towards the rooftop where you assumed the rest of the third-year volleyball players would be.

The door was open; there were voices coming through the opening and you heard Mattsun’s laugh, your ears singling out the sound and blocking away everything else.

Your bag dropped to the ground next to Iwaizumi, sitting on the concrete and letting the wind brush across the bare skin of your arms, blazer discarded on your chair a few minutes away in your classroom. It was a nice day; the sun was overhead, your friend group situated in the shadow of the building. The sky was blue and there were fluffy white clouds floating past, but you payed no attention to them, instead choosing to listen to the conversation the third-years were currently having.

“So you’re skipping detention and sitting with us? For what?” Oikawa said, gazing at Mattsun lazily, the sun almost in his eyes but not quite. He shuffled to the left a bit so he could sit completely in the shade. “Won’t you just get afterschool tomorrow, Mattsun?”

The boy nodded, fluffy hair bouncing atop his head. His lips were set in a straight line and he opened his mouth to speak, bored expression sticking to his features almost comically, as if he were a doll that only had one emotion. You knew his face never reflected his feelings though.

“Yeah,” he gave no further explanation, just ripped a bit of bread from his lunch and pushed it past his lips into his mouth, chewing slowly and looking over to you. You smiled gently, taking a sip of the chocolate milk you’d picked up from the vending machine that morning but hadn’t had a chance to drink. “Why are you staring at me?” was what you decided to say to Issei after a few minutes, your eyes still locked with his. The corners of his mouth twitched up into a smirk and you sighed, cheeks puffing out.

“You’re so irritating sometimes, Mattsun. I swear Hajime’s the only responsible one here,” you looked over to your cousin, nudging his knee with yours and adding with a coy smile, “And me, of course.”

The brunette shook his head but didn’t bother to speak. “Y/n, you bring plants to school everyday.” Makki deadpanned, nodding his head towards your schoolbag. . You instinctively pulled it closer by one of the straps, crossing your legs so it was in between your thighs. “Not today, Makki. I didn’t bring anything but my work and lunch.”

Oikawa laughed, seemingly flying over to you and snatching up your bag. When he set it down there was a quiet clink, indicating there was, in fact, something inside. “Y/n seriously, you act as if they’re animals. Just leave them on your windowsill or something.” Makki stated as the captain unzipped your bag. You looked down in defeat when he pulled out a small terracotta plantpot with a tiny succulent in the middle. A burro’s tail, Mattsun thought. He recalled you showing him one when he was at yours after practice once.

The group snickered at the plant and you snatched it away, patting the soil to see if it was in need of water and pulling out your waterbottle to give it a bit. It clinked again when you set it down and Mattsun pulled your face up by the chin to see your expression just as you were about to give the plant a drink. You were pouting, he saw, and your eyebrows furrowed when he laughed at you, his lips curved into a beautiful smile as his voice escaped them.

That’s when you realised just how close his face was to yours. The volleyball team had gone quiet and were all watching you two but you didn’t think Issei had heard you, his forefinger hooked under your chin while his thumb brushed over the top. There was a lot more heat in your cheeks than before, you noticed and you’d dropped your bottle, spilling it over the pale concrete and staining it the colour of slate. Your ears picked up a snort from one of the boys and you tried to wiggle away from Mattsun’s grasp, shaking your head but he gripped your cheeks, squeezing them gently. “Stay there.” he ordered, voice low so the other’s probably couldn’t hear.

Issei leaned in closer, but to your surprise, his lips moved past your face and stopped at your ear, a snicker escaping. “You’re a dumbass, y/n.” was all he said but it surprised you and you yelped from the volume, your head banging against the wall. Your vision clouded and went dark, and when you woke up and raised your hand to the back of your head there was warm liquid over it. You didn’t know if it was blood or the water you’d spilt earlier, but when you saw all four of the third years crouched over you, you assumed it was blood. Iwaizumi pulled you up by your back and leant you against the wall, tapping your nose like he used to when you were kids.

“Mattsun, you fucking idiot! Shit like that can kill people!” you heard Makki’s voice and then saw Issei’s face above yours, worry filling his eyes. “Fuck, y/n, i didn’t mean to do that, i was trying to joke around,” he whispered, hand on your cheek. Oikawa pulled you up and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, his own slung across your back in case you were dizzy. He turned his head to face his teammates, “I’m taking them to the nurse’s office. Go to class without me,” the brunette informed them and when you stepped through the threshold of the office and collapsed onto the bed, Oikawa setting your bag down on the chair (along with your plant) the bell had rung and you saw the others pass by the office, glancing at you, Haijime waving as he passed.

You didn’t see Mattsun.

It wasn’t until the next weekend you saw Issei again. You were sat on the swing under the shade of the oak tree, swaying gently to the beat of some soft piano music after watering the dying rose bush when your dad called you out of the garden.

It took a few moments for you to recognise the boy sat on your sofa. Mattsun was holding a yellow plantpot in his hands delicately, tapping it with the edge of his too-long fingernails. He didn’t look at you when you sat down beside him but his cheeks puffed out and he set the pot down on your coffee table, your dad watching quietly from the kitchen with a cup of tea cradled in his hands.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” was the only thing your friend said, after a long but comfortable silence. You nodded, hand on his thigh, “I know. I’m not mad though! Are you free now? We could go sit in the garden if you wanted to,” your voice grew quiet when the brunette looked up at you. He nodded, hair bouncing as he stood up and reached out a hand to help you up. You laced your fingers with his, smiling gratefully as he led you outside. You heard the kettle boiling and mugs clinking as your dad made two drinks for the pair of you.

It was still warm in your garden when you finished your picnic. The sun had started setting and the horizon was growing amber, the silhouettes of birds on telephone lines. The skin on your arms was golden from the light and Mattsun was laying next to you, his eyes closed so that his long eyelashes fluttered gently against his cheeks, long shadows extending across his skin.

Your fingers were tangled in his hair and you didn’t want to move them in case he woke up. Really, you had nothing to worry about. Issei wasn’t asleep, but you didn’t need to know that. The breeze fanned over your bare legs and the hairs stood on end. Maybe it was getting a little cold.

Issei opened his eyes when you shifted to move one of your blankets across your legs. He sat up and pulled it over his, shuffling closer to you. His lips were curved up into a delicate arc, tinted red from biting them constantly. His cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes were gazing over at your figure lazily, hooded and tired. You reached over to your bottle, opening it with a fizz. A little of the drink got onto your nose and Mattsun patted it away with the corner of his sleeve, his smile dropped and biting his lip in concentration.

“Mattsun?” he hummed, placing his hand over yours as you fiddled with the leaves of a hydrangea bush. “You look like you want to say something. What’s up?” your voice was very quiet, but he heard it just fine. The boy shook his head, curls ruffling against your shoulder.

“It’s nothing.”

You furrowed your brows but didn’t push any further, knowing that he’d deny it and eventually just leave if you kept asking. The hand that was resting on top of yours moved to your calf that was slung languidly across his thighs, his thumb rubbing circles into your warm skin. It was quiet, without any bird chirping in the background. You heard a car go past your garden; then silence.

His eyes shone when he looked over at you, and you didn’t know if it was the light from the house or if he was really just that beautiful, but it took the air out of your lungs all the same. The usual lazy smile danced on his lips and he pulled your head down and pressed the smile to your cheek, the feeling of his lips on your skin leaving a burning sensation; it felt good. The heat rose onto your face and it felt as if your whole body was on fire, all the way from the tips of your fingers to the top of your nose.

He was already looking away, though.

For Mattsun, this was enough; he didn’t know why his heart was pouding so hard it felt like his ribcage was going to crack open or why his eyes were trying to look anywhere but at you. And as much as he was scared, he liked it this way. If not telling you what he thought was happening to him meant that you could stay with him like this, he’d do it. He’d do anything.

The only thing stopping him was the feeling of your hand on his cheek and something heavy crawling into his lap; not until your lips met did he notice it was you who was so close to him. He saw the moon out of the corner of his eye, and the stars around it but nothing at that moment shone as brightly as you did. It was almost blinding, you were almost blinding.

Mattsun had never been very good with his words but he didn’t need them with you. You thought the look in his eyes when you both pulled away was enough to explain what he was thinking.

uhhh @reiningsun 👉👈 mayhaps?? KJBDKW im so embarrassed

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veggieteensofficial · 3 years

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MEET THE DOPPELGANGERS

Bumblyburg Prep is a private academy located in the heart of Bumblyburg. With flexible course scheduling, low teacher-to-student ratios, and a wide variety of electives and extracurriculars to choose from, it’s sure to provide it’s students with the academic enrichment they need to succeed in university and onward. It just so happens to be home to 8 colorful students in particular that appear eerily similar to the main 7.

The idea is that they vaguely remind you of somebody you already know, whether it’s in looks or personality (or both) rather than being re-colors of the main 7 Gabriel “Gabe” West ((Larry’s doppelganger)) (pickle, 15, he/him) The unofficial ringleader. Calm and collected. One might say he’s…….cool as a cucumber 😎 It’s funny bc he’s a pickle. Secretly obsessed with James Taylor’s music and really likes the oldies in general. Probably owns a record player. Favorite course is probably a psychology elective. Probably flirts with Albert too much entirely by accident. Plays french horn/mellophone in the school band. Is trans and bi! Francesca Babcock ((Bob’s doppelganger)) (peach, 15, she/her) Gabe’s newly appointed right-hand girl. New in town, a little shy. Has anxiety and deals with her feelings by journaling. Has a penchant for collecting fancy pens and markers specifically for journaling. Is not too fond of being a “wealthy socialite” and wishes to be an average kid. Forms a close bond with Gabe after meeting him in homeroom. Joins the school band and plays percussion. Albert White ((Archie’s doppelganger)) (asparagus, 16, he/him) A bit more energetic than you might expect? But not too crazy. Really into computer programming, speaks a handful of languages including Korean. Translates for Soo who’s still learning English. His family is hosting her. Plays tenor sax in the school band and likes to Get Funky With It. All honors classes with this dork. Was adopted by a white asparagus couple as a toddler. Big gay. Princeton Connover ((Lovey’s doppelganger #1)) (asparagus, 16, he/him) A sweet cinnamon roll of a boy. Likes coffee way too much and has a big fat crush on Albert. Probably has a single honor’s class with Albert. Aggressively hate-watches Glee and has mad respect for a sitcom that manages to do literally everything wrong all the time, go big or go home. Puts stickers on everything. Priscilla’s twin! Plays flute in the school band. Also in choir. Big gay. Priscilla Connover ((Lovey’s doppelganger #2)) (asparagus, 16, she/her) Super bubbly. Favorite passtime is probably watching cartoons aimed at preschoolers. Probably trusts way too easily and gets her heart broken by people who use her. Loves pep rallies. Shares Princeton’s passions for coffee and stickers. Princeton’s twin! Definitely autistic. Has an IEP. Hates being infantilized bc of her disability and love of “childish” things. Plays clarinet in the school band. Yangpa Soo-Yun ((Kimi’s doppelganger)) (scallion, 15, she/her) A mild mannered South Korean exchange student who is still learning English. Forms a bond with Albert whose family is hosting her during her exchange program. Most likely has a soft spot for poetry. Voted Most Likely To Own A Hoodie With Cat Ears On It. Invites the gang to indulge in authentic Korean cuisine with her often. Joins the school band and plays piccolo. Kennedy Nelson ((Laura’s doppelganger)) (carrot, 15, ✨they/them✨) ✨They’re✨ really into Shakespeare. Probably really into Greek and Roman mythology too. A really good artist and everybody wants ✨them✨ for group projects if drawing is involved. Has strong opinions on everything. Plays trombone in the school band. ✨Is nonbinary!✨ Phineas “Penny” Potts ((Percy’s doppelganger)) (pea, 15, he/him) Nicknamed Penny because he always carries a penny for good luck. Very studious and takes his school work seriously. Is always mistaken for either a teacher or a preacher. Plays percussion in the school band. NOTES: ** ”West” - the english translation for “poniente,” a cucumber cultivar that originated in Europe ** White - Albert himself is not a white asparagus but his parents are ** Babcock - a peach cultivar ** Connover - From Connovers Colossal, an asparagus cultivar, tho princeton and priscilla aren’t actually of that cultivar. Pronounced like “connifer” but with more “v” ** Yangpa - Korean for “onion”. I did some light research and tried to structure her name correctly I’m sorry if it’s wrong ** Nelson - a carrot cultivar ** Potts - a plant pun ✨All designs and descriptions by Mod Spec!✨

#veggietales #veggietales oc #veggieteens #veggie teens #veggie tales

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getthesamovarready · 3 years

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My life, it's tangled in wishes

Owen x Michelle

For @911couplesretreat day 1:"you've never looked more beautiful" + hurt/comfort

@ana122892 I'm pretty sure you had this idea first. Either way, the first time we talked about it was WAY happier than this I'm so sorry.

This is heavier on the hurt tho, sorry.

TW: infertility

"Hey Cap, we got a drop-off." Judd knocks in her door. "Got a minute to check her out?" She would do anything to get away from this paperwork. "Yeah." She drops her pen immediately, trying not to look too enthusiastic. "Just the kid?" It usually is, most of the time they drop the baby and bolt before anyone sees them. But sometimes they wait to make sure it's okay. "Or did she stay?"

"Just the kid." Judd shakes his head, sighing. They all prefer it when they know the mom is okay too. "She's only a few hours old though, would have been more comfortable if she had stayed a bit."

"You and me both." Because all sorts of things can happen to the girls that don't stay. "Hey!" She coos to the bundle in Marjan's arms. At least she's clean and dry. "How are we doing sweetie?" Marjan hands the baby over with a soft smile and the whole team steps back, somewhat disappointed, when she carries the kid to the ambulance.

She seems alert. And her examination looks absolutely fine. "Wow, aren't you impressive huh?" She mumbles, wrapping the baby in her blanket again. "You know, we get this kind of thing a lot." She starts clearing off the gurney again. "They aren't all as impressive as you are." Most of the time, there's a problem. The kid is left outside when they're on a call, or left with no blanket, no basket. And sometimes their problems are bigger than that. So it's nice, to have a totally healthy baby. Even nicer when it happens in the middle of the night.

Because social services take way longer in the middle of the night. "Okay honey." She lifts the baby, hopping out of the ambulance. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable, how about that?"

It seems like everyone has decided that the possibility of sleep is way more exciting than cooing over a drop-off, so the lounge is totally empty. "Okay, here good? Here's good." She settles onto the sofa. "You've had quite a day, haven't you?" Being born, and being abandoned, definitely counts as 'a day'. "You're good though, you just need some company." She quite likes the idea of this particular company. She’s always in the mood for this kind of company.

“How are you doing?” She asks quietly. The baby just fists at her hair. She’s doing good; calm, quiet. “Good, I’m good too.” A little tired, she could definitely fall asleep right here if she doesn’t put some effort into keeping herself awake. “Hey, you want a song? Would that be nice? I’ve been told I’m very good, don’t worry.” She sighs softly, chuckling at the baby tugging on her hair. “Does that sound good?” Tug. “Okay, sure thing sweetie.”

She’s half-whispering a little tune when there’s a voice in the kitchen. “You know, I’ve never heard you sing?” She fully had not intended for him to hear it, probably ever. She hadn’t sung in front of an adult in...years. “Lucky kid, to start her life out like that.” She wouldn’t call this kid's start in life lucky, but she will take the flattery anyway. “Just so you know,” she hears him sliding a coffee mug across the counter. “You have never looked more beautiful.”

And there it is. Where the flattery starts to sting. “You better not be getting any ideas Captain.” She swallows thickly, trying to smile. She hasn’t really looked at him yet, but when he settles next to her, she has no choice. And he’s looking at her like that. And god she wishes he wouldn’t.

“We’ve been together two weeks, Michelle, we’re really not...there.” He nods at the baby in her arms. Yet. We’re not there yet. “She is cute though.” He takes a finger, stroking it along the baby’s cheek.

“Yeah.” She mumbles. “Yeah she is.” She’s really trying not to be weird about this. Like he said, they’ve been together two weeks. Not quite the time to be talking about this. And honestly, it probably isn’t all that relevant anyway. She may not be totally past the stage where it wouldn’t be strange to be having kids, but he definitely is. Because it is very uncommon to have kids younger than your grandkids, and by the way TK and Carlos are going, it won’t be long until he does.

The baby starts to fuss, and she bounces her leg lightly, shushing her. “I’m sorry sweetie.” She whispers before she starts humming again.

“Don’t mind me.” Owen grins. “I’m just gonna sit here, watch you. You can sing words...if you want to.” He obviously wants her to, but she can’t bring herself to even try it in front of him.

“I think I’ll pass.” She chuckles, shaking her head. So she just keeps humming, both of them watching as the baby drifts off to sleep. And she lets her head drop into Owen’s shoulder when she is able to stop humming. She would quite like to sleep here, like this, with Owen’s nose in her hair, and the baby snuggled on her chest.

“Stay like that, I am going to start having ideas.” Owen chuckles, and she bolts upwards. She swears softly, immediately trying to soothe the now awake child. “Sorry.” He mumbles awkwardly, pulling away from her. He’s just giving her space to move, she knows that, but it still makes her chest lurch even further than it already had.

“It’s fine.” she assures him, standing to walk the child around the room. “I’m sorry sweet pea, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She whispers softly. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

When the child eventually stops crying, Owen holds out a hand to lead her back to the couch, but she shakes her head. “You can’t have ideas.” She chokes out. She doesn’t want to make a big deal about it, so she just keeps walking around the room.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...spook you.” He smiles at her. “Like I said, two weeks. More than a little early to be getting...ideas.” He’s laughing a little, and he really has no clue what she means.

“No.” She starts, a little too loudly. “No, I mean ever.” She starts to smile at the baby, and it’s so weird to be having this conversation while speaking to an infant. “I’m sorry. You can’t have those ideas...ever.” She’s still directing her words softly to the baby. And really, she should look at Owen, but she’s still trying to fix the upset she caused, and honestly, part of her doesn’t want to.

“Like...ever?” He asks, and she really thought that had been clear. “You don’t…” He sounds shocked, obviously assuming she doesn’t want to.

“It isn’t that I don’t Owen.” Okay, the baby voice makes this sound really damn weird, and she kinda feels like she’s mocking him. Which she really, really, doesn’t want to. “It’s that I can’t.” The baby has cheered up considerably, playing with her hair again. “No I can’t!” She grins down at her.

“Oh…” She glances at him quickly, and he is white as a sheet. “Um...are you...okay? With that? I mean you…” I mean you obviously like kids.

"Yeah…" She shrugs. Because most of the time she really is fine with it. It probably would never have happened anyway. But then, she can't help but wonder. "I'm…" She is about to say that she's fine with it, but then she realises that isn't the question she's been answering. "I mean, it's...I… I didn't, until I couldn't, and then I did." It's a pretty common response apparently. "Which is so like me." She laughs, because of course that would happen. Of course she would start to drive herself crazy over something she hadn't ever thought about until it couldn't happen.

"Can I ask what happened?" Of course he can, it's not like it isn't important.

"I got stabbed by a junkie." Which honestly happens to her a lot. More than it probably should. "It was bad." That's really all she wants to say about it. But he deserves a little more. "There was a lot of bleeding, it was in a...bad area."

"I'm sorry." He's seen the scar. He'd noticed it at the beginning. And she had laughed when she said how it happened. Because she had three more scars from getting stabbed by patients. She hadn't treated that one differently at all. "So you're...really okay?"

"No." She admits breezily. Because even though right now it feels like this impossibility is crushing her, this time next week she probably won't be thinking about it at all. "But yeah. It's not like it would have happened anyway." If she had been able to have children, she probably wouldn't have considered it anyway. "I'm 43 years old Owen," she rolls her eyes. "I wasn't going to do it alone." And she hasn't had a relationship with anyone in the last ten years that she would consider having children with for even a second. Apart from maybe Owen. But they have been together for only a few weeks.

Way to go crazy Michelle.

"You would have been great at it." She's always liked to think so, however incorrect it probably is.

"Thanks." She shrugs, not looking at him. Maybe she would have been, but it doesn't really matter either way.

She thinks maybe it's safe to sit down again without bothering the baby, so she settles herself slowly beside him. When he slips an arm around her, pulling her in to kiss her softly on the head, she has to hold back a shudder. "Hey." He whispers, his hand coming up to wipe a tear from her cheek. "You're gonna be okay." How, he isn't exactly sure. But Michelle managing to be okay is the only thing he's really certain of. "You're gonna be great." Even if it is as step-grandmother, or cool aunt, to all the kids Carlos is currently convincing TK they should have.

"I didn't mean with a baby." He tells her after a while, when she is muzzled into the crook of his shoulder. "When I said you looked beautiful. It wasn't about the baby."

"So what was it about?" She scoffs, shuffling uncomfortably.

"Your smile." He mumbles. "You looked happy, and comfortable. And you were singing, which you never do. You were relaxed. That's what I meant." Because he would like to look at her like that forever. All he wants is for her to smile.

She doesn't relax nearly enough, and she really should.

#911 couples retreat #michelle x owen #michelle blake #owen strand #owelle #911 lonestar

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broken-hearts-lives-among-us · 4 years

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Pretending (Part 4) Jughead J. x Reader

Hi~ Long time no read haha, I honestly drop this story because my life became busier with college, and then I stopped watching the show as the plot lose my interest. Yet, as I was reliving my Tumblr I came across with Part 3 and Part 2, which I really enjoyed, so I thought I might just give the story an end, since I’m fond to the characters of the show and my own OCs, Not really sure if anyone is gonna read it, specially since I won’t be following the exact plot and timeline as the original show, but, I kinda feel that’s what an imagine is about, so ooopsie

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Summary: Drama in Riverdale seems to never end, your home-life was a mess, your past was still hunting you, yet, breaking up with your boyfriend was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. How are you supposed to go through all the chaos that was coming? Are you going to keep pretending to be the normal nice girl? Or his your heart willing to reveal it’s true skin?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader

Words: 4583

Note: English isn’t my first language, I deeply apologize for any mistake.

Disclaimer: Since I’m writing this as someone who doesn’t follow the current plot of the show, I’m unaware of the fandom’s situation, so I just want to clarify that this fic is only meant to entertain, it doesn’t hate or trash in any character, I still love the cast of the show so I’m not here with any negative vibes, pls keep it like this, I’ll try my best to write the most human, imperfect, mistake makers characters, you’re welcome not to read if you don’t like it, thanks y’all!

“Easy there, Hot Dog.” you said calming down the little dog that seemed overwhelmed by the presence of the beanie-less Jughead Jones III. “He’s family.” You added smirking at him, quite pleasant by the shock in his features.

Tall Boy started talking, dragging his attention from you to the man. “We heard your dad could have named names, but he didn’t.”

His eyes were on you just as he heard that, you just winked an eye to him.

“We wanted you to know, no matter what happens to him, however long he's gone, we've got your back.”

The serpents were all looking at him, some with decision and compromise, some with thankful welcoming eyes.

“This is yours… If you want it.” You mentioned, giving him a leather jacket with the Southside Serpents’ logo.

Your heart flattered as you saw him putting on the jack.

Good Lord, he’s hot.

No one could deny how good Jughead looked in that jacket, it suited him perfectly, he belonged to them. You looked at him, smiling as you with that quirky sparkle in his eyes, and he smiled to you slightly.

Like it was meant to be.

“Juggy?”

Snap.

That’s how you felt your world while you and the Jones kid both turn around to see a pretty blonde girl hiding her body behind the wall, confusion marked all over her face. It didn’t take you long to notice the state of her clothes.

His clothes too.

Oh.

Noticing the sudden mood in the air, Jughead spun around seeing at your figure with horror in his eyes.

“I think we might have interrupted something, gentlemen.” You said towards the group without looking at him. “We should leave.” You got down the stairs as you suggest the departure.

“Dismiss.” Ordered Tall Boy, everyone following you, as you became smaller and smaller with the distance.

You collapse in your homemade bed as you arrived at the Whyte Wrym, you’re staying in a little room at the second floor thanks to the fact that the manager owned FP a favor. You felt Hot Dog jumping by your side.

“Can you believe it Hot Dog?” you said looking at him incredulous. “I mean, yeah we waited because when we started to date we were too young to make that kind of things, but even tho, hell they have just been some months together.” You covered your face with your hands, memories of Jughead’s touch filling your mind.

He was so fucking good and lovely at bed.

And now all of that was in hands of the Cooper girl.

“Here comes the green-eye monster Hottie.” You announced looking at the puppy. “How he dares forgetting me so easily? I’m glad we ruined their night.” You huffed crossing your arms.

As your head started to hurt you decided it was better to sleep than overthink. You cuddle as you could, embracing Hot Dog between your arms, closing your eyes hoping that the next day you would be blessed to avoid the beanie boy.

Successfully, you hadn’t see your ex for a week or so, apparently, he kept dumping classes to go to the northside, but who could blame him? With all this Archie’s father being shot and The Black Hood thing going on, it was pretty normal for him to be there.

If not, he was shut in the Red&Black newspaper office. It was kind of funny, yet kind of sad how you two would remain like strangers under the same roof, even if not so along you were soulmates.

With that being said, today was an odd day, you entered your class as normal, your presence shutting down everyone as usual, walked to your destined seat, in front of Toni, diagonal to Sweet Pea and beside Jughead. What?

You faced at your left being welcomed by those intense blue-greenish eyes that could make everyone in the room faint with a stare. You looked sights for a second, broke apart when the professor entered the room.

He started to talk, the class started to become noisier, making the teacher fight for the attention, it made you grew impatient at the idiotic attitude of your classmates. You harshly kicked the desk at your right startling everyone, the room fall in silence just a second later.

“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N.” said the professor continuing with the lecture, you nodded absently as you tried to focus on his words rather than the handsome boy next-desk that couldn’t keep look away from you.

The class kept the same pace you had managed to achieve, your mind spaced out as the clock’s tic-tac rhythm filled the room, making everyone count the seconds unconsciously. Distracting you from the pass of the time a little paper ball was throw to you from your left.

You opened cautiously, no bothering in turning around to see the paper’s owner.

“What was that?” was written in a small quick handwriting.

You furrowed your eyebrows crumpling the paper and throwing it away.

Just a few seconds later another paper ball landed in your desk. You sighed no bothering open it, you just set it aside.

A minute later it wasn’t a ball what arrived, it was a full paper plane with the words ‘Stop ignoring me’ written at a wing.

You opened it tired of the little game.

‘What was that?’

You rolled your eyes taking a pen answering. ‘What was what?’ you threw the paper at his direction not even looking, you could hear Toni chuckling behind you, well at least she was having fun.

The paper was with you a minute later, his plane form was built again.

‘Earlier you hit a desk, and everyone shut up.’

‘Yeah, you’re welcomed.’

You extended your arm to pass him the paper this time, your hands touched as he took it.

‘I owe you my life ;P but my question was why did they shut up because of you, they looked afraid.’

You couldn’t help but smile a little at the little face he drew in the paper. ‘Oh no, they weren’t afraid. Well, not at all, they just respect me. And lets just keep it like that.’

You looked at him finally, leaving the paper at his desk. “End of the conversation.” You said quietly, the bell ringing just a second later, you took your stuff and stormed out of the class before anyone else.

Jughead’s PoV

I sat at the canteen with the other serpents, my eyes instantly scanning the place to see a certain Y/H with Y/H/C.

“Where’s Y/N?” I asked as she was nowhere near to be seen.

“She doesn’t sit with us.” Said Sweet Pea bluntly.

I just throw a confused look to Toni.

“She just sits there.” She said calmly pointing out at her in a desk a little far away, all alone.

“What the hell?!” I felt by heart sinking in fear at her sight “You just let her sit alone?! The Ghoullies are gonna eat her alive!” as sudden as I said that the table broke in laughs.

Noticing my unbelieved face Toni faced me. “I kind of think she sits there to protect us.”

“How?” I asked as her answer didn’t make any sense.

“Well, she used to sit with us, but the Ghoullies did come to bother her even if we were with her, after that she started sitting alone.”

“The Ghoullies stopped coming, just focused on her.” Continued Fangs.

“Why?”

“Because she was Southside’s bookworm.” Answered Sweet Pea making me glared at him because of the nickname he has given to her.

“And even if we tried to help her she stopped us.” Fangs sighed as everyone else nodded.

“But now none of the Ghoullies has the guts to face her.” I looked up at Sweet Pea who was smirking at Y/N’s direction.

I arched a brow confused. “Are you kidding me?”

“No” said Toni smiling. “It’s true, it was awesome Jones. One day an idiotic asshole Ghoullie mentioned her family and threated her about hurting her cousin.”

“She exploded.” Fangs concluded with a glint of joy in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” I said gulping the anxiety out of my voice.

“She beat the hell out of him and his friends.” Sweet Pea nodded fondly at the memory.

“Sweet Pea had to stop her when she took the fire extinguisher.”

He nodded again. “I’m still curious about what she would have done with it.”

“That’s how she finished earning the respect of all the gang and the school.” Toni finished, all looking at Y/N’s desk where she ate an apple reading a little book in her other hand. “She looked so hot. The serpent’s loner wolf.”

“Riverdale’s Sweetheart.” Argued Fangs earning a glare from Toni.

“Southside’s bookworm.” Said SP taking part of the argument.

I felt my blood boiling at their comments. “That’s enough.” I scold them loudly dragging their attention to me. “Stop tagging her for God’s sake. She hates that. You can’t just classify her in a category you know? Y/N is just too unique to fit in one of those mundane descriptions.” I ranted taking my tray.

I leaved the serpent’s safe zone and proceeded to walk towards the girl with the serpent jacket and the book.

“Mind if I sit?” I said taking the seat in front of her.

“I actually mind, yes. But as always you’re just gonna do whatever you want.” She said not even looking at me.

I took a moment to appreciate her, with all the shit that has been going on the town, I hadn’t notice her subtle change, her makeup was just a smidge more notorious and rebellious, her hair was more wild, her soft face was now contrasted by her hard expression, her Serpent jacket embraced her body in all the right places, she emitted this new sensation of power and sassiness, even with the sweet glimpse that was still in her eyes.

“You know Jones? That look you’re strolling all over my body can be consider sexual harassment, jail won’t be seen good at your curriculum.” She said quietly, yet cold enough to freeze my train of thought.

I blushed furiously as she noticed it. “Sorry, it’s just… You look different.”

“I guess.” She muttered bluntly.

“It suits you.” I smirk at her slightly.

She looked at me for the first time in all the conversation. “Thanks.” Her eyes sunk down at her book again, I didn’t feel her blush, her voice didn’t stutter neither, her eyes didn’t look at mine with warm, unlike every time I used to compliment her, and it hurt me, the fact that she treated me like a stranger was slowly killing me.

“Y/N… Listen, I’m being honest. I don’t like our current status.” I said snatching her book to have her full attention.

“Oh, you mean ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend? Well I’m sorry it bothers you, but it wasn’t my decision.” She took the book away from me.

“I know… I know I hurt you and I’m sorry for that, I didn’t mean to screw up the things between us, but, can’t we just be friends? Please…”

She locked eyes at me, thinking quietly, she slowly began to open her book, ready to ignore me again. Being as fast as I could I took the book again this time my other hand has gripping her wrist.

She sighed. “I guess I could pretend to.” I could her the bluntness in her voice.

“Pretend?” I repeat quietly amused. “I was expecting something more real… Like a true friend, I need you here Y/N.”

“Well I’m sorry it’s disappointing to you but is the best I can offer you.”

“Why can’t we just be friends, like when we were kids… Come on, don’t you miss me…?” I hold her hand between mine, craving to feel her warming soft skin.

“No. We can’t.” She removed her hand from mine.

I silently cursed, her rejection hurting me down my soul.

“Why not?” I asked bitterly.

“Because friends don’t love each other like I love you. Because friends don’t crave for the touch and the kisses of the other. Because friends can be okay to see you with your girlfriend. But I can’t, I can’t be your friend because I’m in love with you, you idiot, I want to be your girl, I want to be your best friend, your confident, your person. But I’m not, so don’t ask me to be okay and be your friend. Because I can’t, I just can pretend to.”

I saw her eyes growing watery, but I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t react I didn’t know how, she has never talked to me so harshly. She blinked, stopping the tears from falling, she avoided my eyes and stood up, walking trough the door, leaving me there, with her book between my hands, in the cold lonely bench, in a cold lonely mess.

I saw the book’s cover, it was a little antique poem book we stole from the library some years ago, I flip the pages until end, there in the back face of the book, was a little photo attached with some tape, it was an old polaroid photo of us, with Tobias, the baby was in her arms giggling, I had my hands in her waist as I embraced her, she between my legs, her back leaning against my torso, I was looking at the camera with a faint smile, and she was…

She was looking at me…

I tighten my grip on the book as I exanimated her face, her pupils were slightly bigger, and her smile was little, but warmly breathtaking, her eyes were soft, I knew that expression, it was the same she put whenever she admire something, like an art piece, or when Tobias said his first word, I loved that expression, yet, I never knew…

She saw me like that.

My heart sunk as the realization that maybe, maybe all this time I never took a moment to realize those little things about her, and our relationship, and now it was too late to think of them, maybe…

Maybe I got too used to have her around, that I looked at her, but I didn’t see her.

Life has mastered the irony, as the loner boy was now the one to say hi, when he was the first to say bye, and the sweet girl refused to answer back as she tried hard not to fall apart.

I went to the Red&Black office to clear my mind, I took the local newspaper and my heart pound as a read the headline, a cryptograph from the Black Hood to solve? Sounds like a case for Sherlock Jones, I sat starting to analyze it when the creaking sound of the door caught my attention.

There she was, Y/N herself entering the office with Toni, some boxes in their hands.

“Oh, you’re here.” Toni said putting her box in the desk.

“Yeah… Hey have you seen the news?” I said looking at both.

Y/N just left her box next to Toni´s and stormed out of the room.

Toni looked at me with a scold on her face. “Did you do something to her?”

“W-What? No, she’s just… We’re in the middle of the ex’s war zone.”

“Ex?” She said widening her eyes.

“You didn’t know? I thought you knew her!” I replied mimicking her expression.

“And I do, but she never talked about her love life, I didn’t get to ask her neither.”

I sighed covering my face with my hands. “Don’t tell anyone.” I asked sternly.

“May I ask what happen?” She said raising a brow. “Like bro, who dumps a girl like Y/N? or what did she did for you to leave her. No wait, did she dumped you? That makes more sense.”

I looked at her, too tired to explain myself or to discuss, I just told her everything vaguely.

“So, Mrs. Pony Tail and you started to grow closer, you both develop feelings and she convinced you to try a relationship even tho she knew that you were Y/N’s everything.”

“No!” I yelled angry. “When you say it like that it sounds cruel.”

“And you really just left an almost three years, relationship like that. You’re easier than I thought Jones.”

I growled. “Thanks Toni.” I give her the newspaper changing the subject. “Wanna solved it together?”

She sighted looking at me, smirking faintly. “Hell yeah.”

Y/N’s PoV.

There was an awkward silence in the room, just the sound of the pencils on the paper or the flipping of the pages filling the mood.

I can’t really tell how I ended up in this situation, I just know that I gave up at Toni’s begging for me to join she and Jug to decipher the Black Hood’s code, but she never mentioned it was going to be at Jug’s trailer, neither she told me that Betty was coming too, although the pissed expression in her face makes me believe she had no idea.

The bright side of this was that Kevin had come too, I was so happy to see him that I just jumped into his arms when he noticed me, he was currently resting my back against mine as we helped each other to reach a comfort

“These symbols look so familiar to me.” Said Betty breaking the silence, catching all our attention. “It's like I've seen them before and it's driving me crazy I can't figure out where.” She added sounding frustrated.

“Maybe if you loosened your ponytail.” Said Toni bluntly. I facepalmed internally as I saw the offended faces of the Northsiders. “What? That was a joke, guys.” she cleared, yet it was already too late, I sight hearing Kevin’s indignation.

“Betty's ponytail is iconic and beyond reproach.”

“Kev. It's fine. And at this point, I'm willing to try anything.” Betty said loosening her ponytail as Toni said, being free from it.

I looked at her for a moment as the other returned to discuss the important matter of the night. Betty wasn’t a bad girl, not even close, yet I couldn’t help but be mad, she knew all my story with Jughead, every single fucking detail, and yet she didn’t even think about it when they started dating… But then again, I didn’t have any right in the Jones boy… He was free to fall in love and leave, so was Betty.

I heard vaguely part of their conversation as I started to feel dizzy, getting even sicker as I notice the tension in their voices, there was a war getting near, I could feel it.

“No, I mean like why, why is he killing people? Or at least, why now? We know the Hood's obsessed with cleansing the town of sinners and hypocrites, right? And he seems to be attacking anyone with ties to the Northside.” I tried to focus in Betty’s analysis as my head spun around.

“Here we go with the fake news again.” Said Toni getting in a defensive attitude, I slapped myself mentally finally waking up as I knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“Toni.” I said calmly looking at her. “Breath.”

“No! This Northsiders and their privilege. All you do is demonize the Southside so of course you think the Black Hood's from there.”

“It's not demonizing, Toni. It's stating facts.” Betty excused herself not helping Toni to calm down. “There's way more drugs and gangs.” The little Cooper continued, yet it didn’t take long for Toni to interpose.

“And the drugs you mean which were sold primarily to Northside crackheads? And what about the Northside Neo-Nazis?” Perfect, Archie´s little gang was now on the discussion. I looked at Kevin’s awkwardness, sharing the feeling, as we were the ones in the middle watching all the drama.

“The Red Circle?”

“The Red Psychos, you mean. Hell, Betty, I'm surprised you haven't just come out and said it yet.”

“Said what?”

“That you think the Black Hood's a Serpent. We all know how much you hate us.”

“Okay, Toni. I don't hate the Serpents.”

“Oh, yeah? Says the girl who stole a good friend’s boyfriend, mostly just as a whim than for love. Then, tell me why is it that your boyfriend here lies about the fact that he sits with us at lunch?” She ranted her breath getting heavy, I took her arm as I stood up.

“That’s enough Toni, we should go okay?” she scoffed taking her arm back from my grip but starting to gather her things.

“Yeah I’m gonna go too.” Said Kevin looking away from the situation. “Maybe I can walk you home.” He added looking at us, Toni just glared at him. “Or you can walk me home.” He muttered as we exit the trailer, making me chuckle a little.

I took a last glance at the quirky couple we had left behind, being slightly worried for the fight I knew we had caused.

I sighed shaking the thoughts from my head and I looked at Kevin. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“I don’t know, then you’re gonna be all alone walking in the middle of the night when you return.”

“Who said we were going to walk?” I smiled at him passing him a helmet.

He gasped at the sight of it and looked at me in disbelieve. “No way.”

I just laughed. “This way.” I said guiding him to where I had parked my motorcycle. “Beautiful right?” I said caressing the seat.

“Who would imagine little sweet Y/N in a beast like this?” He said amazed. “Boys most be head over heels for your bad girl version, right?”

“Just a smidge” I winked at him jokingly “Wanna do a bad boy version yourself?” I said sit think in the motorcycle “Come on lazy turtle, hop on.”

After dropping Kevin at his house, winning a worried glance from our local sheriff by the way -I guess laying to him didn’t help our relationship- I returned to the White Wrym ready to shut everything down and gain a good night of sleep.

Since the day after the “solve coding party” was Saturday you decided to help serving at the White Wrym thing you usually did whenever you got the time as a way to show gratitude for your little room and your food. Life was just easier like this, not worrying about anything or anyone, your only problem now was, ironically, Forsythe Pendleton Jughead Jones III. Screw him for interrupting your peace.

“What are you thinking about?” The voice of the pink haired serpent girl woke you up from your thoughts.

You looked at her for a straight second without saying anything as if you were still on a trance.

“Um.. . There’s a murderer on the loose, I have to finish my report before Monday and Hog Eye is running out of tequila” you listed as you cleaned some glasses from the place “There’s a lot to think about Toni”

She raised an eyebrow skeptical “Yeah… Sure… That includes Jughead Jones, am I right?”

“Not quite actually, but it does include the little war that was throw yesterday at his trailer” You looked at her putting a glass down and sighed “They’re not bad Toni, Betty is not just a basic mean girl… She’s nice”

“Are you really defending that white Northside girl? And after she stole your boyfriend?” She asked indignated.

You took a heavy breathe “Northsider or not, that doesn’t matter at all, she’s not bad, and I still appreciate her as a friend. Am I hurt? Yes. Am I angry? Yeah, a little bit. But Betty didn’t put a gun in Jones’ head, he could have said no, yet he didn’t, and is his right, and is her right to fall in love with whoever she wants… I believe in sorority and I can’t just judge her and shame her or hate her because of this… This things… They just happens sometimes. She’s not the bitch you think she is.”

Toni looked at the floor taking your words in, thoughtfully, maybe even a little ashame.

“But” you continued, smiling at her truthfully “I highly appreciate the fact that you like me enough to acknowledge and worry about my feelings, thank you Toni, for real, you’re a great friend” You took her hand squeezing it a little bit, she looked at you slightly surprised at this new face you had never show to her.

You didn’t saw, or heard about anyone from the other side of the own in the whole, it was just as usual as before everything in Riverdale started falling down.

And even if you felt comfortable with the mood, you couldn’t help but think it was a bit strange too, as you saw the moonlight walking down the rain, an uneasy feeling started forming on your gut. Maybe it had something to do with the serial killer on the loose, maybe.

You heard a spray paint can, the unique sound of the paint being ejected against the wall caught your attention, yet you didn’t look for the source, since that wasn’t unusual in this part of the town, you decided it was better to ignored it, but after hearing Archie’s voice you couldn’t help but turn around.

“You can’t just come here and tag our turf.” Said Sweet Pea with anger in his voice. “So why don’t you get your ass back to the Northside before someone gets hurt?” He snapped at Archie threatening.

“Get my way, or someone will be hurt” said Archie without a glimpse of fear in his voice.

“You just made a terrible mistake” you saw Sweet Pea taking his knife out of his pocket, your blood turned cold and you ran as fast ass you could.

“Sweet Pea! NO! Stop!” You yelled, your words trying to reach him. Yet your steps stopped abruptly as you saw with fear the gun Archie had in front of you three, as you heard his heartbroken, heavy, tired and paranoid voice screaming “Who made a mistake?!”

“What the hell?!” Was the last thing you heard from the pair of serpent that was there before they ran off, yet you didn’t run, looking straight into Archie’s eyes.

You watched him carefully as he put the weapon down, breathing heavily squeezing his knees.

You contemplated the big red circle on the wall for a minute “I’ll guess you need a ride” He looked at you saying nothing, still in shock.

“It’s been a long time” You commented as you stopped in front of Archie’s house “The last time I was here Jughead broke my heart” a bittersweet laugh scape from your lips but you shut it as you saw Archie’s uncomfortable expression.

“Sorry, that was something dumb to say” the blush in your face creeped as you apologized.

Archie nooded, not knowing what to say “Do you want to come in and dry yourself?” He asked with concerned seeing your wet dripping because of the rain.

You smiled at him feeling that little nostalgic warmth “Yes, yes please” he opened the door as you followed him, both of you oblivious of the worried blonde her next door.

“Veronica? I think you better come here, quick!” Said Betty, concerned following her trembling voice.

“Archie might cheat on you!” Was the last thing Veronica Lodge heard before hung up her phone.

Hi again~ if you read everything till here and you liked it, thanks for the support! I’ll do my best to not disappear again oopsie

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broodygaming · 4 years

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Hello! Different anon here. I also really love your homesteading posts. I'd like to ask your advice. I'd really like to turn my waiting room into a classroom as you put it but I have a lot of trouble with consistently having the energy for eg gardening. I've grown things like mint before but I don't know what else can tolerate not being weeded/taken care of for a bit and only getting sporadic care. Any recommendations? Thank you. :)

Hi!

Thanks for asking! Yeah I’m super inconsistent and am a very hands off gardener haha. I get you. Some of it depends on your climate, but here’s some ideas!

Potatoes! Get a 5 galleon bucket, drill some holes in it and plant a potato that has some eyes (ones from the grocery store are often sprayed with an anti sprouting stuff and aren’t great for this, but organic ones from the store that have eyes are great! You can buy seed potatoes but they’re sometimes spendy. Anything not sprayed and with eyes will totally grow more potatoes!). It’s in a bucket so no weeding is needed. Just normal potting soil works. I only water mine when they look a little droopy or I stick my finger in and it feels dry and crumbly up to my knuckle. Maybe once or twice a week! Wait for the plant to die back (takes a few months) and BOOM! Tip the whole bucket out and loads of potatoes! It’s really easy. Shockingly so. Very hands off.

Radishes are a great starter crop cuz they are really fast and the whole thing is edible! So even if no bulbs form (I only had a few that bulbed up my first go) the greens are great fried with some eggs or whatever. They like cooler weather and can be grown through the winter ~most~ places. They still need weeding, but they grow so fast (most are ready in under a month!) that it’s easier to stay invested.

Things that trellis well are great for being neglected haha. They grow UP! So as long as they’re not heavy “feeders” (need a lot of nutrients from the dirt) it’s all good! Peas and beans and small squash are great for this. Peas are better for cooler weather, beans and squash are summer plants. There’s still time to plant most beans even right now tho! (Mid July).

Many things can go longer without water than you’d think! Most people over water their gardens tbh. Farmers in ye olden time just prayed for rain and kept growing varieties that did well and cultivated drought tolerant plants!

And if there’s one thing that I can impart to you it’s : MULCH YOUR GARDEN!!! There’s many ways to do this. I use old straw from my goat pen. It covers the naked dirt and you clear a spot around your plant and the mulch chokes out all the weeds! I only mulched like half my tomato bed (I got distracted and never finished in classic Me style haha) and the area I didn’t mulch is crazy overgrown and the area I mulched I’ve only weeded like three times! There’s loads of resources on YT on how to do this or what to use. Wood chips, grass clippings with no seeds, straw, cloth, etc are all options.

Sorry this is long, hope it’s helpful!

#i love this yall haha i could talk about this shit all day #if i had a nice camera id do a YT channel #farming #homesteading #asks #anon #answer

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joyisntyoj · 3 years

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04: LETTERS TO NOBODY OR MAYBE MAYARI

Seal stamps, stamps with whatever designs, papers and pens, stickers, pictures, dried flowers, heartwarming messages, and a lot more.

When was the last time you wrote something on a literal piece of paper for someone?

Have you ever personally given someone a handwritten letter or sent it from the post office?

Is writing a letter still a thing today, or you just use whatever app you have because what is the point if other ways are more convenient, right?

Maybe, you are more the vocal type of person and, you just say what you feel instead of writing it down?

Perhaps, you are none of the above because what is important is your presence in their lives and, that is more than enough?

Still, how lovely it is to keep something that has sentimental value. It unnecessarily means that you are hoarding something because what's to not treasure from precious memories in a small piece of paper in an envelope?

This story is for those who never get tired of expressing themselves in whatever form they know, but most especially to those who write.

May you never run out of papers, inks, and thoughts to compose. to more unforgotten memories preserved in letters.

^^^

To: Mayari.

How are you? I wish things were getting better, just like what I always pray. These days, sleeping at night suddenly became serene as well as waking up in the morning. Sometimes my days are dull and typical...I believe? But most of the time, it's either I'm feeling blue or extra sad, or was that the same? I kept on blaming the pandemic, but for real, I'm just a mess. Silent battles are truly tough. I wish I had the courage and strength just like yours. Be safe. Stay sane. I'm really trying my best to be legit all right.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Liway is the name, exhausted with life. Mayari, someone out there, maybe a supreme being or plausibly not always receives Liway's letters. Sometimes Liway writes 10 messages at once and sometimes none at all. Mayari is the only recipient of such letters that even Liway never knew they were received by the random recipient it thought was just nobody. It all genuinely started on having a recipient written on the "To:" part at the post office. Though seriously, it doesn't even have any home address. It's super weird that it's for Mayari and no address, and were received.

HOW?

^^^

To: Mayari.

The night has come. This time, it feels heavier than usual. Tears are suddenly falling. I noticed that an unwelcome visitor came. The familiar pain is hugging me again, so tight that breathing is getting harder. I hate everything. Yet, I came to realize a lot of things. Afterward, I'm feeling blessed and grateful. Am I getting crazy? Before I went to bed, at the dinner table, I felt uncomfortable with the conversation we had, my family, about myself back then. I really hate it when they keep on bringing up what happened in the past. I already moved on... I think... so can they stop mentioning those moments? Honestly, whenever anything from the past is introduced again and remembered, I tend to feel like it just happened yesterday. Everything is coming back so fresh and new; fun, pain, sweats, and tears. I hate it.

PS. Mayari, can you send me some courage? Preferably in capsules, So I can have it in my intakes and be sure I'll be really having it in my system literally.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Continues writing so many letters filled with how living is like. Liway felt tired and exhausted. A few days ago, it was super overwhelmed that crying is unavoidable. Then this morning, Ms. Walmy called for a little chat and checking up because it's never too bad to check up on somebody, most especially when you're a counselor. It's your job, so uh? Anyway, though Liway was out of focus on the call, it was able to be accomodating and warm in return. It reciprocated the thoughtfulness with a sweet smile.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey! Today I was mad because firsthand, I experienced that thing I usually hear from other people. The "don't-post-something-revealing-on-social-media-but-love-yourself-but-that's-not-appropriate". Well, I don't even know why I'm reacting super outrage towards it. Because knowing that my family is just concerned for me since the internet is frankly scary. I mean, I did nothing wrong, so why? Maybe deciding to be confident on the internet is not necessary for them. But for me, it is! So how should I deal with this? A friend consoled me, and I feel better. Still tho, my mood is already ruined. Oh gosh.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Welcoming a new week, the usual Liway is busy with the household chores. Some may find it stressful, but this one is pretty different. Scrubbing the floor, washing the dishes, brooming on the side. Later on, folding the clothes, fixing the bed, and a lot more things. It looks like it'll be tiring its body out until the nose bleeds, and passing out is the last resort to rest. How come it's easier to clean an actual mess than the one inside the head and heart?

^^^

To: Mayari.

Beloa visited me today. My childhood and the only friend left I have up to this day from elementary school. If you get what I mean? It's been a long time since we had a chat, especially that things are super complicated these days. She's doing really well, and I couldn't be more proud. I'm still amazed at how we manage to be friends because we both don't like each other to begin with. It's so funny that we even pulled each other's hair in the 4th grade while the class is taking the annual picture for the school year remembrance. What are the odds in this even, right? HAHAHA. Today was warm and bright.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Dates suddenly don't vary in these letters. Even the concept of time is somehow gone. What's important is regardless of not having these "important details" like the usual, Liway can keep up and be consistent in sending its letters. Liway never missed a chance to send a letter to the address less recipient, which left the post office staff to ponder with it. But as time goes by, Alle, the clerk, is no more surprised 'coz she's used to everything now. The envelopes unfailingly vanished the moment it was dropped inside the mailing box. Indeed, a magical mailbox.

^^^

To: Mayari.

I never knew how amazing pretending could be. You know that thing where someone usually says I'm okay, but really not? The inner saboteur that was triggered by their trauma is real-real-real. A car is useless when it's not moving if you wanted to travel to faraway places. Does that make sense?

PS. It sucks that our bathroom is the only "semi-safe space".

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Polar bears are really fascinating. They get to hibernate. Then, after the time being, back on hunting and living their lives. Ligaya was one of Liway's hero. A lot knew Ligaya for being a superhero, although she does not have that fantasy powers. Just like the polar bears, too, Ligaya has been hibernating for quite some time but kept on saying that she was not. Liway saw it all. Maybe a bear's hibernation is different from a human-being, hmm?

^^^

To: Mayari.

IDK what to say, but I just wanted to be consistent at the very least in sending you letters.

PS. The radio was broken, but in my head, it's working. It kept on playing nonstop music. Is this a poetic way of saying I'm overthinking things?

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari.

A lot happened lately. Somebody lost a precious one, and here I am, having a renaissance moment. It's a crazy ride, but for all it's worth, the pea has grown into a beautiful plant. Hope it made sense coz finally, everything is making sense to me now. Little by little, slowly and surely.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

^^^

To: Mayari

Hey!! I hope you are doing great!!! These days, everything felt surreal. I get to be active everywhere. It's draining, yet I feel so alive than ever. I had this thought that time is indeed just a concept, hmm? I mean, anytime is the right time to do what you want and whatever it is. Nothing is too late, most especially when it comes to growth. OH, being late in class still counts but FOR REAL RIP TO THE ONLINE CLASS SETUP -_-

PS. May we never run out of time to be the best versions of ourselves. LOVE WHOEVER YOU WANT. fck the situation, but SOON, GO ANYWHERE YOU WANT. SPEND FOR YOURSELF AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONES. FEEL EVERYTHING.

PSS. May we leave this world with fewer regrets and more amazing memories.

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Quite a lot of letters were already sent. The post office is getting more and more letters, as well as Mayari. Still, NO REPLY. Maybe some other, Liway will be able to hear Mayari's words.

^^^

To: Mayari.

*here's an envelope just in case you want to write me something*

With so much love annd kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

'Tis the season to be jolly. LOL Nah. Liway has been out for the past weeks. By out, means on a hibernation mode. A L O T R E A L L Y happened. It's hard to put it into words. I guess Liway will end these letter-sending shenanigans or just lazy and trying to give out some excuses //

^^^

To: Mayari.

Ever since I was taught how to move around the kitchen, I've been assigned to be Mom's assistant while cooking for the feast every event/occasion we'll be celebrating. It's tiring but super fun. Getting your fingers bleed and while unaware is cool LOL~

PS. Why does it feel so good to overthink things while doing the dishes? What's with that scenario.........

With so much love and kindness always and all ways,

Liway.

Tireless hands, heart, and mind with countless thoughts and feelings, papers, and pens everywhere—WRITING; it surely is one of the best ways to vent. Though letters can’t hug and wipe one's tears, witness waves of laughter, ease the pain, and such, the comfort from every word written is more than enough.

Suddenly time barge in and reminded me that this is enough. THIS IS ENOUGH FOR 2020...

A new chapter has arrived, and maybe it's time to move forward. Maybe this is where it all gonna stop for a while. I mean, writing is somehow tiring, literally. Probably, Mayari might reply with the number of letters sent anytime soon, so maybe waiting is all that needed.

No rush in moving on.

MAY YOU GET THE REPLY YOU LONG FOR SO LONG.

PRIORITIZE YOURSELF AND HAVE COURAGE.

BE KIND ALWAYS AND ALL WAYS.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Little did nobody know, Liway is writing a letter to her "ideal" self.

The letter-sending-to-nobody thingy of Liway is really mind-boggling, right?

Mayari is Liway. Liway is Mayari.

The things that Liway wanted to say but cannot articulate well were always sent to Mayari. Mayari is the version of Liway it wishes to become in the future.

The weak Liway longs and hopes to have "that" someone by her side to look up to. That's why she always writes letters and keeps them in the memory box.

The post office thingy was actually her shared room at home: the table at the corner with no lights but so much mess. It's that post office.

It's pandemic, so how can a post office be open and how brave she is to go out, right?

That saying, "be the hero you wanted to have when you were little", is the best explanation of Liway's way of venting and expressing.

Nobody knows when Mayari will come to life because it's no certainty that we can be the ideal self we all wanted to happen.

For now, Liway is fighting her battles and screaming louder to the universe,

UNTIL WHEN DO I HAVE TO FEEL THIS WAY?

To be continued...

Happy New Year, Mayari. ✨💜

This is like an excerpt from my quarantine shenanigans for 2020 LOL.

#newyear #writing #vent #shortstory #letter

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thatmultifandomhoe · 4 years

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The Extremely Large Tag Game

ATagged By: @dreamystuffers thank you sweet pea and HOLY SHIT THIS REALLY IS THE ULTIMATE TAG GAME BUT I AM READY.

SECTION ONE: First and last tag: post the first line of a wip as well as the last line you’ve written so far!

So I have several Wips at the moment and whelp, I’m gonna do them all lol.

The Size of a Heart: Wonho and Reader (Drabble)

First Line Written: The sky was burning as the sun set for the night, cloaking the city in its familiar darkness.

Last Line Written: “I tell myself that it’s better if it hurts, but I…I can’t anymore…I can’t.”

Tentatively Falling: Vampire Jongdae and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: Strobe lights flashed around the dark bar, drawing your attention every now and then when they went wild as the bass dropped.

Last Line Written: It was more than you ever thought, but it was exactly what you dreamt about hearing him say.

Heavenly Father: Boyfriend Yoongi, Priest Jimin, Alter boy Jungkook, and Reader (Smut Crack Drabble - Title May Change)

First Line Written: The stain glass windows in the Church were a sight to see during the day, the sunlight streaming through and bringing life to the images during the service, and brought a sense of comforting to those during times of trouble.

Last Line Written: Jimin groaned and your eyes watered when your nose was pressed against the base, his dick down your throat.

Knitting You a Home: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Reader (Series)

First Line Written: The wind howled while rain pelted your house as the storm refused to let up.

Last Line Written: For the moment, his thoughts were cleared, allowing him to fall asleep with you safely in his arms.

SECTION TWO. Enter 15 of your biases and put them in this order to discover the story of your life

Parent: Hongjoong

well I mean he is pretty daddy at times

Sibling: Jongdae

Grandparent: Sammy

Haunts you: Vernon

Significant other: Jooheon

HELL YEAH BITCHES

Ex: Yuta

damn that’s...that’s a change

Best friend: Chanyeol

Proposed to you: Yoongi

Was this before Jooheon or after Jooheon? Who’s my ass with?

Your boss: Taeyong

Random person you meet a the bar: Seonghwa

Rival: Bang Chan

BUT HE’S THE SWEETEST HUMAN BEING THO

First kiss: Namjoon

Drunk and singing karaoke with: Wonho

Played seven minutes in heaven with: Felix

Gave you your favorite dessert: Jackson

I...I can see this one. He’s sweet to do that

SECTION THREE. Describe your bias by their vibes as if they were someone in your life. (I’m doing my Ults, 1 from each group.)

Jongdae (EXO): The guy that everyone knows because he’s the one with that distinguishable laugh. The class clown that knows the limits and only crosses them on rare occasions. You think you know him but then he’ll say something that you never knew about him. Craves his independence but is the quiet one when in a large group, smiling as he watches the more energetic ones run about. An old soul trapped in a young body.

Yoongi (BTS): The one who devotes himself to his work and rarely sees the light of day. His room is littered with empty to go cups of coffee mixed with his own assortment of coffee mugs Coffee ring stains on furniture. You think he’s not listening or paying attention but when you least expect it, he’ll quietly do something or hand you a gift that he knows you treasure. He’ll never ask for cuddles, but he’ll always give them to you and refuse to let you go when you try to get up. Wise beyond his years because he’s suffered and doesn’t wish it on anyone else.

Yuta (NCT): The popular guy that at first everyone warns you about, but once you get to know him yourself, you don’t know why they warned you in the first place because he’s a total sweetheart. The guy who flirts with everyone and anyone, but remains loyal to his girl. He’s never without his iced coffee, and he’s dyeing his hair in the bathtub with a friend to help make sure it doesn’t go too wrong. Will entertain your drunk texts. He’s the one to text at 2 am when you’re feeling alone and down and he’ll do what he can to lift you back up with nothing but the truth.

Hongjoong (Ateez): He’s the guy who doesn’t give a shit about trends or styles, he creates his own. The guy who does the piercings at the local tattoo shop knows him by name because he’s gotten so many of his piercings done there. He is the Fashion DIY King. Will roast his friends the hardest because he loves them the most and takes it when they dish it back. Somehow manages to rock hairstyles - long live the mullet - that no one thought should have ever existed. Don’t let him cook though. If he cooks you’ll end up with food poisoning. He’s the one who will let you try makeup tricks and new products on him. Secretly amazing at painting nails.

Wonho (Monsta X): He’s the guy friend that you never expected to be friends with. Him? You? Total opposites on a physical scale. On completely different levels. Once you get to know him, he’s a total teddy bear. Doesn’t question it when you suddenly appear and hug him without saying a word, he’ll simply hug you back while maintaining the conversation he had going. Or he’ll simply surprise you with a hug because he likes them.

Bang Chan (Stray Kids): He’s the one that always has his earbuds in even during class. Like he’s the guy that has the earbud going through the sleeve of his hoodie and is pressing his palm against his ear to listen to the music. Listens to everyone, even if he doesn’t know them that well and gives really good advice if they ask for it.

Jackson (Got7): The guy that you can hear a mile away. Hyper. Can’t sit still to save his life. He was the guy that you’d see doing laps in the hallway with his friends when he should have been in class, but he was the nice one. Passionate and when you ask him about what he’s working on, he’ll talk about it for hours. Will also apologize multiple times for going on but then continue to go on.

SECTION FOUR. Search your name + “core aesthetic” on Pinterest and make yourself a moodboard

SECTION FIVE. Make a normal and fantasy version of yourself using this !

SECTION SIX. Writing tag game!

What is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

A quiet office where I can play music softly in the background and be at a desk with a comfortable chair.

What Genre do you prefer to write?

Slice of Life, Young Adult, College Age.

Do you prefer to write on paper or digitally?

Both.

It’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. What do you do?

Make a note of it in either my notebook or in the notes section on my phone.

Who is your favorite person to write about?

Jimin and Hoseok

Do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

I like to do both. Honestly, it’s kinda like a mix of both. With some of my fics, the only thing that makes them fanfics are that I’m using the real person’s name, and I’ll pin point on certain aspects of their physical features. In Brotið Hjarta, the only thing that connects to it being Namjoon is his name, and maybe his hair style/color and ear piercings, everything else was what I imagined it to be.

Have you ever written a book/story with more than 15 chapters (100K words)?

Yes. Strawberry Cream and BBQ

How often do you get ideas?

From everyday life, sometimes I’ll be daydreaming and it kinda morphs into a story or a fanfic and so I’ll make notes so that I don’t forget it.

Do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

Yessss, all the time.

What is your least favorite plot?

I don’t know about least favorite plots, but I do hate it when fics dive straight into a story without any background or anything. Wait, so maybe that’s pwp fics????? I don’t want to be a hypocrite, but even with my fics that primarily focus on smut, I still add in those background details and give them a teeny tiny plot.

SECTION SEVEN. Put your music on shuffle and reveal the first ten songs that come on.

The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall out Boy

In the Dark - Bring Me the Horizon

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

All In - Monsta X

To the Beat - Ateez

Shot - Lil’ Jon

Daechwita - Agust D

Treasure - Ateez

Adore You - Harry Styles

Guys My Age - Hey Violet

SECTION EIGHT. Questions tag:

Relationships: 2

Break-ups: 2

Kids: Right now? 0

Brothers and Sisters: 1 older brother.

Pets: 0

Surgeries: 0

Tattoos: 0

Countries you’ve been to: 0

Been in an airplane: yes

Been in an ambulance: yes

I sing karaoke: hell no.

Ice skating: I like it but I suck at it and have only been able to go during school events in the past.

Been on a cruise: hell no

Driven a motorcycle: nope

Ridden a horse: yes

Stayed in a hospital: nope

Favorite fruit or berry: Raspberries

Favorite color: Magenta

Last text: “Perfect! I’ll let you know when I am able to send yours out!” - I do pen palling and was letting someone know when I could send them a post card in exchange for the one I’m getting.

Cat or dog: Cat

Favorite pizza: White sauce pizza with chicken and feta cheese

Met a star: nope

Flown a helicopter: nada

Been on TV: nope

Broken my leg: nope

Seen a ghost: don’t believe in them.

Been sick in a taxi: nope

Seen someone die: no

SECTION NINE: Fifteen questions tag:

One ; it’s your birthday! what did you ask for?

Gift cards, um...(this is bad because my birthday is actually coming up) maybe some things from my Amazon list?

Two ; what was the last song / album you listened to?

WAP by Cardi B

Three ; what is your go to snack when you’re hungry?

Chocolate, cookies or cookies dipped in peanut butter

Four ; what is your morning routine?

Wake up, check messages on my phone while still in bed, get up, make coffee, maybe eat breakfast, drink coffee in bed, listen to music/watch videos or read on phone while drinking coffee, get dressed, brush teeth and skincare routine, make bed.

Five ; what mythical creature would you be?

An Elf? Or a Forest Witch. Something that has to do with the Earth and nature.

Six ; how do you interact with someone you don’t like?

I give short and straight to the point answers, if I’m working on something and they come up to me I’ll pointedly focus on that task instead of them.

Seven ; how do you define a toxic person?

Someone who lies, who makes you feel bad about the things that you do, that puts you done while lifting themselves, who is constantly bragging about their own things, who puts down others, who acts like they’re better, who acts like they’re way of life should be the only way of life.

Eight ; have you ever been to a concert or a fan-meet? if not, would you want to?

I have not, but I would like to one day because they seem fun and it would be nice to see a performance in person.

Nine ; do you believe in astrology? why or why not?

I do, mostly because it’s fun and interesting and I tend to find that I do a lot of the things and act like my zodiac sign without realizing it (aka I’m a Virgo).

Ten ; if you could have only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), which would you keep?

Hearing.

Eleven ; who is your favorite celebrity or idol?

At the moment, BM from Kard.

Twelve ; if you could talk to your favorite celebrity for a limited time, what would you tell them?

How do you keep going when it gets hard?

Thirteen ; I’m taking you out on a date. where are we going?

Maybe an art museum, or somewhere with flowers?

Fourteen ; do you prefer sweet or savory?

Sweet.

Fifteen ; do you have any Merch from any of your favorite artists?

I have several BTS albums and an EXO album.

I AM Tagging: @mygsii @myforeverforlife @peonybane @hobicomeholla29 @loser-dot-com @jeonsdear @namsjoon @kpopcinnamonswirlroll @eashmo201 @1997jk @soulofatiny @cherryeoo @minniepetals @minniesmarshmallow @yoongi-sugaglider @crystaljins @taestfully @hyyunjins @i-am-delaney @worldwidebt7 @flurrys-creativity @apurpledheart @holyfluffly @yunception @boymeetsweevil @chans-chair @brokecollegenerd @jinyoungsir @writersrealmbts @kpophoneybunny @actuallythatwaspromise @ladyartemesia @haylo4ever @ggukcangetit @kpopfanfictrash @wwilloww @jingabitch @kigurumu @jamaiskook @thatlongspringnight @ot7always-main @hauntedlilies @koophoriia @lorealchanelll @sweetheart--sannie @sweetae-tae @iniquitouspoppy

#tagged #oh my god this was a big and long one #but i done did it #get to know the blogger

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misslisterkeepsajournal · 4 years

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1826 Wednesday 11 January

6 40/60 11 5/60

20 minutes in the stable - read aloud to myself a little French (ii. Nouvelle Héloise) - went out at 8 50/60 - with Jackman who began the little bit of walling to raise the diversion of the footpath at the bottom of the Dolt - Frank Oates digging the wall-race between the Calf croft and Charles H-'s [Howarth's] Pea-field - with James Sykes setting out the upper end of this wall-race - James S- [Sykes] and John Booth began this morning stubbing the fence between the old Wakefield road and the hall wood - Came in at 11 1/2 - breakfast at 11 3/4 - came upstairs at 12 20/60 - wrote the above of today - Read my letter from Mrs. Milne (Scarbro') - dated '10th January'

And they are really mine love and letter and all dearest and best if my heart were less full I would thank you for almost every syllable but think of my folly and pity me I did not get your letter till Thursday that letter for which I so much sighed and what do you imagine was the reason I went to the post on Monday hoping longing expecting alas no letter and fool that I was I chose to endure for two days the anxiety attendant on uncertainty farther than contend with the hopeless misery of feared mortification and disappointment can you at all understand such feelings I fear they are incidental only to such a weak brain as mine but I have suffered for my insane stupidity for thousands of miseries have risen up to overwhelm me in the shape of illness absence other and colder thoughts and all the time I might have been as happy but no how can I be happy when you tell me you are wretched miserable and nearly broken hearted can I have worked all this unhappiness dearest is it possible my love can have wrought such desolation to one too whose affection for me seems the dawning of a fairer and brighter day how is it that you so much fear my influence dread to see me again and above all will not trust me surely you should not fear to throw yourself on the mercy of her who would willingly trust you with life fame body and soul believe me the influence over which love has power can never be exerted but for good to the object of that love alas then why drive me from you thus if I really thought for one moment that 'enormous must be the penalty your happiness must pay' on account of that affection which is my delight tho I could give you neither indifference nor hate I would teach my heart to be silent as death on those events which have given a new spirit to my life and tinged it couler de rose but do not dearest if you love me conjure up miseries where none really exist why should you not love me as I love you with heart and soul and why call that destiny a dark one which has surrounded you with friends and admirers given you splendid talents and a portion liberal as your own wishes I remember you told me there was one thing requisite to make you happy if you did not flatter have you not now that one thing ah suffer me at least to give a shade of that happy colouring to your existence which you have so amply bestowed on me let me be the envied one to still all your vain disquietudes oh take me to your heart dearest and let me dwell there I feel I could make you happy and if so I would must of consequence follow and you were really the warning bard who 'I could bear indifference turned to hate should mix fresh poison in the cup of fate' to what is that indifference now turned I have so times suspected you tho the lines bore the stamp of a womans pen were they your own and who put it into your mind to send them it is now above four years since I received that sheet of paper and carefully have I preserved it trusting to discover the author and to you alone could I forgive the line 'I heard thy name with laugh and joke go round' for it has often in my merriest mood brought a blush to my cheek and a bitter sigh to my bosom but to you what could I not forgive I kept the verses in wrath I now preserve them in love for it does indeed more especially interest me now to discover how long and often I have been the object of your anxiety I wish I might have the letter you first wrote but that perhaps is impossible will you let me have one on Monday next I must know when to expect it for various reasons let it be one for every syllable of which I may give you a thousand thanks God bless you mine own dear friend

Such is the whole letter verbatim from one to six and nearly a half writing the copy of an answer - dressed - Dinner at 6 3/4 - afterwards wrote all but the first 4 1/2 lines of today - very fine, frosty, cold, yet occasionally sunshiny day - Barometer 1 3/4 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 31° at 9 25/60 p.m. at which hour came up to bed - tis plain enough Mrs Milne wants to lead me on but I shall be a match for her pay her in her own coin and yet be off without coming too close quarters surely she is a bad yet that poetical anonymous did make some impression I half wish I had not told her I wrote it it may do her less good see line twelve from here - E..O. - musing over my letter to Mrs M Milne -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0049

#anne lister #anne lister code breaker #gentleman jack #1826 #mrs milne

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years

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Sweet Pea//Fix You

Request: :O <3 i love your blog, if you're not swamped, maybe a Reader/Fangs or Sweet Pea, you fix up his clothes/him when he get into fights, ya know that scene from Holes, the “I can fix that scene” with Sam and Kissing Kate Barlow, basically that ideally without the angst ending though. i dunno if this helps or not, but like basically you fix his clothes/ whenever he gets hurt and he like helps you with school work/learning how to fight (or whatever) and eventually you confess you have a crush on someone and he offers to help, the scene from holes is like hella sad tho so like maybe not with a sad ending? or maybe depending how you're feeling

I tried but I’m sorry if its not what you wanted. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing so I just kinda put the request together with what I could find and wrote whatever worked. Its more loosely based on it. I hope you still like it though!

The first time you met Sweet Pea you were having the worst day imaginable. You had missed the bus into school so you had to walk, it had rained for the entire journey to school, only stopping once you’d made it in indoors so you had to spend the rest of the day in wet clothes, somebody had chucked their lunch on you and now you were sat in detention. The only reason you were in there was because you were failing Math. You had tried talking to the teacher but he just ignored you and accused you of ‘having an attitude’ so he sent you to detention.

“It was Mantle’s fault!” The door to detention swung open and a very angry boy stormed in. His head was bleeding, he had a bruise staring to from on his right eye and his knuckles were starting to bruise too. You also noticed the serpent tattoo on his neck and gulped.

Three teachers followed him into the room and he stood at the front, his arms folded and an expression that could kill someone if they were on the receiving end of it.

“Sweet Pea, sit down.”

“Hell no! I didn’t do anything.”

“Sweet Pea you punched Mr Mantle in the face repeatedly.”

“Because he did this to me!” He pointed to his eye. “And this!” He motioned to his head.

“Because you called him a, wait what did you call him?”

“A dick.” He stated simply and you snorted, gaining the attention of the three teachers and Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea sent you a cheeky grin and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Miss y/l/n? Is there something funny?” One of the teachers asked and you shook your head quickly.

“No Sir. Sorry.” You replied and put your head down, pretending to do your homework.

“I only called him a dick because he called me Southside scum and he told me and my friends to slither back to the Southside. But you’re gonna pretend like you didn’t hear that because all Northsiders stick together. You’re all the damn same.” He scoffed and the teachers rolled their eyes. “Well apart from that one.” He pointed in your direction and you looked at him, he winked at you before directing his attention back to the teachers in front of him.

“Just stay here.” One of them shook their head.

“Whatever.” He replied and sat down beside you. After they left he pulled his phone out and started to text. You continued to do your Math homework for a few minutes before letting out a frustrated groan. “Whats up?” He asked and you jumped. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said annoyed and you shook your head.

“I didn’t think you would. I just forgot you were here.”

“Wow. I really need to work on my first impressions if you forgot about me that quickly.” He sighed and you smiled softly at him. “Whats up?”

“I can’t do this stupid math problem.” You sighed and pointed at the paper in front of you. He looked over your shoulder, reading the question before he spoke again.

“Oh, thats easy.” He replied casually and you raised an eyebrow. “What? Do you think because I’m from the Southside I’m stupid?”

“No. I think that whoever can do this is a genius and I’m confused that I met someone who has said its easy.” You replied and he looked at you confused. “You are very judgmental for someone who is constantly judged.” You raised an eyebrow and he held his hands up defensively.

“Just the way I was raised.” He shrugged. “Anyway, you carry the 1, and then multiply by the 5 and you get the answer.” He explained.

“Oh.” You stated surprised and wrote the answer down. “Thanks.” You smiled brightly at him.

“No problem.” He shrugged. A couple more minutes went by and you could feel him staring at you while you did the rest of your work.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked, not looking up from your paper.

“Just wondering why somebody like you is in detention.”

“Mr Ward from Maths sent me.” You sighed.

“Why?”

“Because I’m falling Maths.” You grumbled and he looked at you confused.

“He seems like a dick.”

“Yep.” You agreed, chewing on the end of your pen.

“I can punch him if you want?”

“Its fine.” You reassured him. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“The offer is always there if you want it.” He shrugged. “I punched a few teachers back at Southside High.” He continued and you laughed loudly.

“Oh, you were being serious?” You asked when you noticed the look on his face.

“Yeah? How else are you gonna be first in line at lunch?” He said casually and your eyes widened. “Joking.” He laughed. “Thats not the real reason I punched them.”

“Right.”

“So, what are you gonna do about Math?” He asked and you sighed.

“I dunno. Probably find a tutor.”

“Look no further.” He smiled at you.

“You?”

“Me.”

“You wanna tutor me?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You seem alright for a Northsider, plus you seem well liked...”

“Not by Maths teachers apparently.”

“Not by Maths teachers no, but by everyone else. And if they see us together, they might start to accept serpents. Soooo. Do we have a deal?” He asked and stuck his hand out towards you.

You smiled brightly at him before shaking his hand. “Deal!”

“Great. Here’s my number.” He handed you a piece of paper before standing up.

“Where you going?” You asked.

“I’m not gonna sit in here until they come back and tell me that I have sit in here longer. I have a life.” He winked making you laugh.

“See you around, Northsider.”

“My names Y/n.”

“See you Y/n.” He opened the door, sending you one last smile before leaving. Five minute passed before the door opened again and Sweet Pea came back, cursing to himself.

“You okay?” You asked.

“Great.” He looked at you and you noticed another cut on his lip.

“Sweet Pea!” Mrs walker shouted.

“Here we go.” He muttered.

“You not only left detention when you were specifically told not to, but when you did, you punched the same person you did before.”

“He’s just that much of a dick.” He shrugged and you held in a laugh.

“Don’t leave again.”

“Yes Sir...I mean Miss.” He smiled sarcastically at her and she scoffed before leaving. Sweet Pea looked at you and you both burst into laughter.

“Did you really go and punch Reggie again?”

“Yeah. I feel like he didn’t really get what he deserved the first time.”

“I get that.” You nodded. “Your face looks pretty bad.”

“That was a terrible attempt at flirting.”

“Shut up.” You blushed. “I didn’t mean like that.”

“I know.”

“Let me clean you up.” You stood up and he looked at you confused.

“Do you have a first-aid kit in your bag?” He asked sarcastically and you rolled your eyes.

“No. We’re gonna go to the bathroom and I’ll fix you up.” You replied and he raised an eyebrow.

“We only met twenty minute ago and your asking me to go into the woman’s bathroom with you. At least buy me dinner first.” He smirked and you laughed.

“You wish.” You snorted. “Now come with me.” You opened the door and poked your head out. “Its okay.” You smiled behind you and jumped when you realized how close he was.

“The Northside is a badass. Well this day has taken an unexpected turn.”

“It really has.” You mumbled.

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“Y/n?” A familiar voice shouted through the letterbox and you looked at the door confused. Today had been your fifth tutoring session and it had gone pleasantly well. You’d studied for about two hours before Sweet Pea had gone home, however now, almost three hours later he was back and knocking on your door frantically.

“What did you forget?” You asked and opened the door, leaning against the frame. You gasped when you took in his appearance.

“Do I really look that bad?” He grimaced and you shook your head. He was bruised, bleeding and muddy.

“Come in.” You opened the door properly so he could enter. “I can fix that.” You said, he followed you to your bathroom and sat on the bath. “So what happened this time?”

“Some guys ran into my fist.” He shrugged and you raised an eyebrow. “Fine, maybe they ran into my knife too.” He added and you shook your head, getting the first-aid kit from the cabinet.

“This is gonna hurt.” You told him, wiping the cut on his cheek with an antiseptic wipe.

“Ow!”

“You big baby.” You rolled your eyes and continued to dab at his cheek.

“It hurts you know.” He defended, and pulled away from you slightly.

You grabbed his chin and pulled him back. “Remind me, how many fights have you been in?”

“Shut up.” He muttered and you laughed.

“Ya know, if you wanted to see me outside the tutoring sessions you only had to ask. There was no need to get yourself beaten up.”

“Wow, you saw right through me.” He deadpanned and you laughed. “I thought maybe I should get something out of tutoring you.”

“Apart from feeling like you’re helping someone and getting to spend time with me?”

“Yeah.” He nodded and you rolled your eyes. You’d moved to the other cuts on his face and thankfully he’d stopped moving so much.

“So, what? You tutor me and I patch you up every time you get in a fight?”

“Basically.” He nodded.

“Well I’m glad you’re taking full advantage of that arrangement.” You motioned towards his bruises and he laughed, instantly holding his chest. “Take your shirt off.” You ordered.

“Thats a little forward don’t you think?”

“We’ve had five tutoring sessions now, we’re practically married.” You replied and he giggled. You could have sworn you saw him blush at the mention of marriage but decided not to say anything. “I’m not gonna ask again Sweet Pea.” You told him and turned away from him to put the used wipes in the bin.

“Oooo. I like a woman who takes control.” He smirked and took his shirt off.

“I bet you do.” You replied and turned back around. You became slightly breathless at the sight of a shirtless Sweet Pea sat in front of you and you had to stop yourself from staring to much. Your fingers traced his bruises and you felt his breath hitch. Looking up at him, his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips before looking behind you.

“Is it okay if I use your shower?” He asked, breaking you out of your daze.

“Yeah. Of course.” You stuttered. “There’s not much I can do for your chest.” You told him and he smiled. “I’ll bring you some towels.” You said quickly and left. Once you came back he had put the shower on and was awkwardly stood beside it in his boxers. “Here you go. My rooms in there if you need me, but you already knew that because this is an en suite.” You rambled and he laughed.

“I’ll try not to get lost.” He smiled at you and you laughed awkwardly before leaving.

Twenty minutes later he walked out the bathroom with the clothes he had on before.

“I think showering was pointless if you’re wearing the same clothes as you were beforehand.”

“What can you do?” He shrugged. “I don’t have my serpent jacket on though. Thats different.”

“Are you gonna start twitching?” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“You’re so funny.” He said sarcastically. “The snake on the back has been ripped slightly.” He sighed.

“Let me look.” You told him and he gave you his jacket. You looked at the back and smiled. “I can fix that.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully. “You can sew?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “My dad taught me.” You shrugged. “I can fix it tonight and bring it round tomorrow when I come over for tutoring?”

“That’d be great.” He smiled. “You’re the best.”

“I know.”

“I could kiss you!”

“Please don’t.” You teased and he looked at the ground.

“I dunno why I said that.” He mumbled.

“Its fine Sweet Pea.” You laughed. “Oh, by the way I have a test on Monday.”

“Thats fine. We can fit everything in.” He reassured you and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Great!”

“Great!” He repeated. “I’ll, err, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and you returned it.

“See you tomorrow.” You walked him to the front door.

“Please don’t forget my jacket.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You replied and kissed his cheek. Both of you blushed profusely before quickly saying your goodbyes. “What the fuck was that?” You asked to nobody and leaned your head against the door.

The next day you were at Sweet Pea’s early. You had been tossing and turning all night, thinking about what had happened before he left and it was fair to say you had completely fallen for him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sweet Pea opening the door and smiling at you.

“You’re early.” He looked at you confused and you smiled.

“I thought you could teach me over breakfast at Pops.” You shrugged.

“I’d love to. I mean, you’re buying me breakfast not dinner but I suppose it’ll do.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. “I’ll get changed.” He let you into the trailer and you walked into the living room. “Oh, did you bring my jacket?” He asked and you smiled at him before turning around.

“What do you think I’m wearing.” You pointed to the back and he laughed. You turned around to see him smiling softly at you. “I thought it would be easier than carrying.” You shrugged. “What do you think? Could I be a serpent?” You asked expectantly. “Sweet Pea?” You said loudly and he shook his head. “What do you say? Could I be a serpent.”

“Of course.” He nodded and you smile brightly at him.

“I’m the best though. Obviously.”

“Oh. Obviously.” You agreed and he laughed before going to get changed.

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“Sweet Pea!” You shouted and opened the classroom door. “Oh thank god you’re in here. I have interrupted five classes already.” You walked in and sat beside him. “Wait, why are you in detention?”

“Why’d you think?”

“Fighting?” You guessed and he nodded. “Let me look.”

“I’m fine. Its not that bad.”

“Sweet Pea. Let me fix you. Its our thing now.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes before looking at you. You cupped his cheek so you could look at him properly and sighed before reaching into your bag.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a first-aid kit in your bag.”

“I didn’t, not until I met you.” You replied and he laughed.

“Sorry.”

“Its fine.” You laughed and started to clean him up.

“Why did you need me?”

“Oh.” You said excitedly. “We finally got our grades back from Maths and I got a B!” You grinned and his face lit up.

“Thats great!”

“I know! Thank you Pea.” You hugged him and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He could get used to this.

“Pea, huh? Thats new.”

“I thought you deserved it after helping me get a B.”

“I’m honoured.”

“You should be.” You replied and continued to clean his face. “Now we need you to get an A.”

“That should be easy. You’ll have tutored me in no time.”

“Yeah.” He said sadly and you looked at him concerned.

“Whats up?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He shrugged.

“Sweet Pea. We have spent months together, I know when something’s wrong.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “But if I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.”

“I promise.”

“I’m gonna miss hanging out with you.”

“I can fix that.” You smiled.

“How-” He started but you place a finger over his lips to shush him.

“Sweet Pea. Will you do the honour of being my friend?” You asked dramatically and he laughed.

“I do!” He agreed. “I thought you’d never ask!”

“You’ve just made me the happiest woman in the world.”

“If we’re friends we need to do something to prove it.”

“Huh?”

“I do this with all of my friends. We tell a secret about ourselves.” He explained.

“Is that why you’ve only got two friends?” You asked sarcastically and he glared at you. “Fine. Tell me a secret.”

“I cried at Titanic. I always do.” He admitted, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. You laughed loudly and he rolled his eyes.

“You cry at Titanic?” You asked.

“Its a sad film!” He defended and you laughed louder.

“Thats so cute.” You cooed and he cursed at you.

“Tell me your secret.”

“I have a crush on someone.” You shrugged and instantly regretted it.

His eyes widened and he moved away from you, patching him up was completely forgotten about. “Who is it? Maybe I can help.”

“Nobody.” You shrugged.

“Its definitely someone, your blushing just thinking about them.” He pointed at your cheeks and you swatted him away. “So tell me who it is.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why?”

“Because they don’t like me like that.”

“How do you know? Have you asked them?”

“Well no, but-.”

“But nothing.”

“But I know he doesn’t like me like that. I’m not exactly his type.” You replied and turned away from him. A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you busied yourself with something else.

“Y/n.” He touched your shoulder and you turned around. “Please don’t cry. No boy is ever worth you crying over.” He wiped your tears away and you leaned into his touch. “Tell me about him.”

“He’s sweet and kind and cute, and just perfect” You rambled and Sweet Pea felt his heart break. “He’s too perfect for me.” You mumbled.

“Nobody is too perfect for you. If anything...” He moved closer to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re too perfect for him.”

“I don’t think so.” You whispered and leaned towards him.

“If its who I hope it is, then you’re definitely too perfect for him.” He continued and your breath hitched. Your lips ghosted over his and he looked you in the eye. A few tears remained on your cheek and he looked you in the eye before mumbling “I can fix that”, and kissing you sweetly.

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