#the f in further maths stands for fun

[psychedelic-ink]

Can I get a fluffy Tommy Miller x reader? I liked the idea of reader being Joel’s neighbor and maybe Sarah and Joel play matchmaker? Anything works. Love your work

Awww thank you anon! and that's so sweet of you to say, I love me some Tommy 💜💜💜

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: tommy miller x f!reader

genre: fluff, romance

word count: 1.4k

summary: joel and sarah devise a plan so that you and Tommy can go to the farmer's market together.

warnings: sensual strawberry biting, another installment of smoking is bad but sexy and i hate it

Something’s up. You can sense it in the air, shenanigans are taking place, you just don’t know what the end result of said shenanigans are supposed to be. You narrow your eyes at Joel and Sarah, eyes flitting between the father-daughter duo. Most of the time being their neighbor was a delight, unless they were planning something. 

“So tell me again why you can’t take me to the farmer’s market?” you inquire, eyebrows pinched together. “We said we would go together last week, you know I can’t drive,” 

“I have homework,” Sarah exclaims, her smile wide. Joel nods, patting her shoulder. 

“Homework. Needs my help,” 

“Homework?” you repeat, not believing them for a second. Sarah is a grade-A student, there’s no way she left any of her work to the last second, and even if she did, she wouldn’t go to Joel for math homework. 

“Can’t do it without him,” Sarah grins. 

Joel sticks his bottom lip out and shakes his head, “Can’t do it without me.” 

“Alright you two,” you sigh and roll your eyes. “I guess I’ll head ba—” 

“Uncle Tommy can take you!” 

You shoot Sarah a suspicious look, crossing your arms over your chest, you lean forward. But before you can interrogate further, the door slams open. A breathless Tommy stumbles into the house, nearly tripping over his own feet. 

“I’m here! I’m here! I’m—” 

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, his face is coated with a sheer amount of sweat, beads of it rolling down his cheeks. His chest heaves, brown eyes moving between Sarah and Joel who looks completely unfazed. 

“You said,” he takes a deep breath, and lets it out. He points to Joel as he attempts to catch his breath. “You said there was an emergency,” 

“There is,” Joel answers, not a care in the world that his brother is seconds away from passing out. “I need to help Sarah with her homework,” he points to you and Tommy’s gaze follows, you feel flustered all of a sudden. “I promised I’d take her to the farmer’s market but can’t,” 

“Since when do you help with homework?” Tommy mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “But anyway, yeah sure. I’d be happy to,” 

A nervous laughter bubbles in your chest, your hand already reaching out to your bag so you can return home. “That’s okay. I’ll go another time, I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” 

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m already here and have nothin’ better to do,” his hand moves to his back pocket and pulls out a box of cigarettes. He stuffs one between his lips, shaking his finger at Joel. “You, on the other hand, your emergency privileges are under view. Nearly gave me a fuckin’ heart attack,” 

He pulls out the lighter next, but before he can flick the flame alive, Joel shoots him a warning glare. “I swear if you light that death trap in my house…” the rest of the threat trails off but it’s heavily implied what might happen right after. 

Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs your bag before you can, already halfway out the door. “Come on then, let’s get goin’” 

Your hand still mid-air, your turn to Joel and Sarah, “What the hell is happening?” 

“Just move along now,” Joel ushers you out, you notice that Tommy is already in the truck. “Try to have fun,” 

“Fun?” you hiss out, brain still trying to catch up to the new turn of events. “Joel—” 

Sarah chimes in before you can finish, “Buy me some strawberries if they have some!” 

And just like that the door slams shut in your face, leaving you to stand there with your jaw on the ground. You have half the mind to knock and demand to be let back inside for an explanation. 

A loud honk echoes into the air, making you jump. You see Tommy’s hand gesturing for you to come inside. 

Shoulders slumping with defeat, you do exactly that. It isn’t that you don’t want to spend time with him, on the contrary, you wouldn’t mind spending every minute with him. It stings that Joel and Sarah are both abundantly aware of your crush. You always thought that you were masking it quite nicely. What if Tommy noticed as well? 

“If you don’t wanna go we don’t have to,” Tommy’s words bring you back to the moment, you’re sitting in the passenger seat, eyes glued ahead. A pang of immediate guilt tugs at your heart, he probably thinks that you’re ungrateful. 

“No no, I want to. Sorry about that,” 

He nods, cigarette dangling between his lips, “Seatbelt,” he says, twisting the key. 

You’re an idiot. Because instead of putting your seatbelt on, you just stare at him. You’re not really fond of cigarettes, but the way his lips suck on the butt of it makes you weak in the knees. He takes a deep inhale, filling his lungs with smoke. Then he takes the cigarette between two fingers, exhaling a gray smoke that fills the car with a wretched scent. You can’t really complain though. Some part of you wants to press your lips around the cigarette the same way just to feel the heat of his lips. 

You lift your gaze back up, noticing in horror that he’s already staring at you with a crooked grin. “You alright there?” 

“Yup,” you choke out, averting your eyes. “Just—Cigarettes are bad for you, you know?” 

He snorts, taking another deep puff, “So is not wearing a seatbelt,” 

“Shit, I forgot,” you hurriedly put it on, falling to your back with a sigh. “I’m all over the place today,” 

“Don’t worry about it. We all have our days.” 

You’re regretting all the choices that brought you to this moment. Hopping out of the truck, you look around and it’s flooding with people. You weren’t expecting it to be empty but you definitely did not expect it to be this crowded. You hate crowds. 

Tommy appears next to you and he brushes his shoulder upon yours, your face feels heated. “Let’s go,” he says. “So what did you want to buy anyway?” 

“Sarah said she wanted strawberries,” the sun beating down on your skin, you manage to pull out a small list you had made prior. “I don’t need a lot. Just some fruit and veg—I definitely need to buy some blueberries. I want to make some muffins this week,” 

“Sounds delicious,” Tommy says with a soft smile that nearly blinds you. Looking back down, you nod. 

You navigate through the bustling market, surrounded by a symphony of sights, sounds, and scents. Colorful stands overflow with ripe fruit and fragrant flowers, and the air is thick with the sweet fragrance of a warm autumn day. You feel Tommy's hand on your hip, guiding you through the crowd, and your heart flutters at his touch. You lean into it without thinking, swept away by the sensations of the moment.

As you walk, you take in the details of the market around you. Brightly painted signs advertise plump berries, crisp greens, and juicy citrus. Vendors call out to you, offering samples of their wares. You catch glimpses of shimmering piles of produce, arranged in artful displays. 

Tommy's hand on your hip is a constant reminder of his presence, grounding you in the moment and making you feel safe and protected. You bask in the warmth of his touch, feeling your body responding to him. 

You reach the strawberries, you marvel at the plump, red fruit, each one more tempting than the last. Tommy squeezes your hip, and you turn to him with a strawberry in your hand. 

“Gimme a taste,” he mutters, holding your gaze. You’re slow to lift your hand, pointing the tip of the strawberry to his lips. He bites into it slowly, the plush of his lips grazing against the pads of your fingers. He pulls you closer and you shudder, your breath hitching as he swallows. “Delicious,” 

When he catches your gaze, he grins, your hand is still an inch away from him and he presses his lips into your knuckles. You gasp and pull away, your pulse skyrockets and the rest of the noise fades into the background. 

“Sorry was that a bit too strong?” he asks, eyes dropping from yours but hand still on your hip. “I think Joel and Sarah might’ve had a plan in mind and I thought…Anyway never mind it’s stupid,” 

“Tommy,” your heart nearly stops when he lifts his gaze back up. You swallow. “Do you want to go on a date?” 

His wide smile soothes your chest and you find yourself smiling as well.

"Joel and Sarah are gonna be thrilled."

[theworstofallpossibleworlds]

Can you please ask Brian what camera, lens and film he uses to shoot the eclipse?

This is a characteristically late response, but I'd love to get into it. I got into film photography by picking my dad's childhood brownie hawkeye off of a shelf and ever since then i've stayed pretty cheap with the hobby. I got a really good deal on a Kiev-80 a couple years ago. For those who don't know, its a 50 year old soviet camera made as an imitation of a Hasselblad (the camera we took to the moon). It's a medium format camera, so focal lengths work a little different than they do in 35mm

Medium format cameras like this take pictures that are 60mm by 60mm. Your typical 35mm camera takes 36mm by 24mm frames, so the added film sixe here means generally everything has to get bigger. The lenses i've gotten for this camera all have massive cases and can be carried with their own separate strap. The lens used for the eclipse is just... so big. oh my god. it's a mess. It's a Tair-33, with a minimum f stop of 4.5 and a focal length of 300mm (equivalent to 165mm on 35)

This model of the lens has very fun, characteristic stripes, the aperture control is all the way at the front, and easy to use. Focusing, however is slow, as the weight of everything creates quite a bit of friction. You can get one of these for about $80 bucks. Now 300mm here is not a great magnifier, so I also got a (faulty) accessory to extend the focus, bringing the lens to 600mm (330mm equivalent in 35). It also makes this camera, all put together, into The Largest Object of All Time.

squash and butter for scale

To see the difference between 300mm and 600mm, check out these photos of the regular, non-eclipsed sun at both lengths

You're probably wondering why these pictures look so weird. these lenses are don't have very effective coatings. you wouldn't believe the processes that go into coating your glasses, your camera lenses, your phone lenses. The easiest kind of picture to take is one where your subject is lit by a souce that is behind the photographer. things get complicated with backlight, creating ghosting and glare as seen above. the light bounces between the glass elements (and the dark filter used to photograph the sun is also glass, complicating it further). taking a direct photo of a light (especially the fucking SUN) leads to some pretty crazy unpredictable variables.

My camera has recently taken on a new malady too, where at low speeds, the shutter (which in this camera is a huge metal curtain sticks at the edge without totally closing. It causes these stripes at the edge of the picture. This can be frustrating if i forget, but I like having the issue. If i want a picture to look normal, to plan it out, to totally control it, I have a digital camera for that. I got into this film stuff for the eccentricities.

For the regular sun photos, I think I was shooting on Ilford FP4, which i think i stand developed in rodinal. At the eclipse, I only got through one roll of film, becasue the cloud cover was brutal, but i took those pictures on Kodak Tri-x 400 (developed normally in D-76). I did it all in Black and white because, in general, b&w negatives are pretty generous with mistakes. All the guides i could fine for solar photography were understandably written with digital cameras in mind, so I couldn't be totally sure about my math (as the camera is totally manual) or even my eye safety (as I'm using a viewfinder; my vision seems fine a month later)

the actual iris on this lens is right up in front. Tightening the aperture, especially when the extender is attached, leads to a vignetting issue, turning your pictures into a circle

once totality hits, the light changes dramatically. you can stare straght at it without glasses and not have to worry about damaging your eyes for those short minutes. so i didn't even bother with film at that stage. I just pulled out my DSLR with a cheap 500mm Samyang mirror lens made for pentax. It's very compact and very, VERY shitty. Shallow focus, really dark, ugly out-of-focus elements, focuses past inifinity, i love it. only got a couple pictures that way, and then put the camera down and enjoyed the experience

[adamwatchesmovies]

Hobbs & Shaw (2019)

Slowly but surely, the Fast and Furious franchise is raising the water temperature. Before you know it, they’ll be crossing over with the Jurassic Park series and we won’t even blink an eye. Hobbs & Shaw takes us even further from the days of simple car chases and believable heists. This is a full-blown, special-effects heavy sci-fi action movie. Intelligence is not its strong suit but the film regains some points thanks to its two charismatic leads and their chemistry.

MI6 agent Hattie Shaw (Vanessa Kirby) injects herself with "Snowflake", a deadly programmable virus, to keep it away from Eteon, a secret group who believes mankind can only evolve once the weak have been culled. To retrieve Hattie, her brother Deckard (Jason Statham) and his former comrade/adversary Luke Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson) must team up. In their way stands Eteon's cyborg operative, Brixton Lore (Idris Elba).

You read that right. In this film, two former F&F villains team up to fight an international terrorist group whose resources are vast enough to bring a man back from the “dead” as a half-man, half-machine operative. Said cyborg  drives a motorcycle that can transform (not into a robot) depending on the rider’s needs. By comparison, Dom Toretto stomping his foot to make a crumbling parkade collapse looks like a documentary. To this picture’s credit, it starts off as a science-fiction film so if you don’t buy Brixton and Eteon, Hobbs & Shaw isn't the dumb one in the room, you are.

Well, yes and no. This film’s chief concern is to entertain and this, it does well. Would it have been too much to ask for Hobbs & Shaw to also have some neurons firing in its big testosterone-fuelled head? I don't think so. This movie just doesn’t care about time. We’re told - while the characters are in Russia - that they only have a day to extract the Snowflake virus from Hattie. The plan? Fly halfway across the world to Samoa. There, they get someone to fix the extraction machine (someone who's never seen this device before) and hack into Eteon’s system to put the heroes and villains on an even playing field. To ensure their victory, our heroes set up a bunch of guerrilla-style traps too. Presumably they also had time to rehearse a bunch of vehicle-oriented battle tactics because there’s no way the moves they pull during the climax could’ve been done on-the-fly. Even if they did plan it ahead, it still stretches plausibility to its breaking point and then keeps going for another twenty minutes.

Science fiction or not, believable or not, entertaining or not, this movie is too long. It’s got two big climaxes and you could’ve easily saved the other for a sequel or another spinoff in the franchise.

All these criticisms are well-deserved but you must also admit that in terms of entertainment value, Hobbs & Shaw score high. Statham and Johnson are clearly having a great time tearing into each other. They're continuously coming up with crazier insults and finding new ways to try and split up the pair we’ve come to see. Their efforts lead to some solid and memorable lines. Right behind them is Vanessa Kirby. When it comes to the action scenes, she keeps up with them while providing the film with some nice variety. There’s no way you’d ever see Statham or Johnson doing the kind of flips and twists she pulls off. As for Elba, he makes for a good baddie. He revels in his villainy - even though his character sometimes believes he’s good and sometimes doesn’t.

If you do the math, Hobbs & Shaw is probably what you’d call a bad movie. When you factor in the entertainment value, this big, dumb, loud buffet of chases, fights and peril squeaks by and gets a passing grade. It gets a little worse every time I see it but I’ve had fun with the film three times so far and probably will again. (February 29, 2020)

[captainaikus]

TEACHING THE TOMAN BOYS TO SKATEBOARD

Mikey, Draken and Baji

Tags : crude language and mentions of blood

Pairings : Mikey x reader, Draken x reader and Baji x reader (Baji's is fem!reader indicated)

They are in their third year

Here's part 2!

Mikey :

"Ne (Y/N) chan... let me ride that" mikey said as he pointed at your skateboard. "Do you know how to skate?" you asked as you looked from his pointed finger towards his face. "No" he responded as his eyes didn't look away from the skateboard beneath your feet. "Mikey... you could get hurt since you don't know how to use the board" you said in a calm and assuring tone. "But I still wanna try it" he half yelled in a childish manner as he turned his face away from you in an angry pout.

Thinking about it while placing your chin in your hand, what was the worse that could happen? You knew if he broke your board he would buy you a new one, but he was careful with your things to make sure that they remained in an intact condition.

After giving it some thought, you decided to let him ride your skateboard.

“Alright, but before we start” you said as you grabbed his hands, “we need to get you a helmet, kneepads, elbow pads and maybe gloves?”

“You’re so cute (Y/N) chan. But I don’t think I would be needing any of those… I know what it feels like to be hurt. I am a part of a gang after all” he said as he let go of your hands and pick up the skateboard. Using his foot, he kicked the ground and pushed the skateboard. You were mesmerized watching him skate. He didn’t seem to be a novice. Perfect balance, position and he also seemed to be having a decent speed. As he approached the rail, he was able to grind on it with the board. Sure, it wasn’t perfect… but it still surprised you to see how he was able to pull it off. You had seen a fair share of people failing at their sixth and seventh attempts or more while trying to pull off the grind rail.

“Leave your mouth open and you might catch flies in them (Y/N) chan” you heard a teasing remark come near you ear.

“How did you learn to do that” you said as you turned around to face Mikey.

“A leader never shares his secrets” he said as he placed a finger on his lips and smiled at you.

Bonus : Mikey likes sitting on the skateboard while moving it back and forth on the wheels. He also tells you or Draken to push it from behind. He has fallen asleep on/with your board several times when you both laid against the grass and stared into the sky, hearing the revving up of bike engines at a distance.

Draken :

“Oi. Why did you call me?” Draken asked in a loud voice as you flipped the skateboard with your foot. “Kenchin!” you said in surprise as you turned around to see the tall man behind you. “Don’t call me that!” he said as he titled his head in anger “Why’d you call me out here (Y/N)?”

“I thought we could skate? but if you don’t want to… we could do something else…” you mumbled as you pushed your skateboard back and forth with one foot. Draken noticed your softened eyes as you stared at the skateboard deep in thought. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have called him. He runs a gang for fucks sake. He doesn’t have time to put with your antics’. Your thoughts came to a halt as you saw a hand pick up the head of your skateboard.

“Yaruze” he said in a monotonous tone as he placed the skateboard under his foot. Grabbing the extra helmet, you brought with you, you shoved it into his hands.

“Hai hai. But before that we need to make sure that you’re secured and don’t have any injuries. Have you skated before?” you asked as you reached high to place the helmet on his head. He held you by your forearms and smirked down at you.

“I work in a gang woman. I know what it is like to get hurt” he said. He got on top of the skateboard and stood still, looking at you for further instruction.

“Okay… so… uh” you said shakily as you pointed towards the ground “put one foot on the ground and keep the other one on the board”

Draken put his left foot on the ground and kept his right foot on the board. “Now… use the foot on the ground to push the board”

Draken did as you told and pushed himself using his left foot while making sure to steady his weight on the board.

“Okay… now place your foot back on the board and relax your shoulders” you said as you jogged alongside him. He had wide strides as he skated. He had also picked up a fair speed which wasn’t bad for a beginner. “Yata!” Draken said with a smile as he continued to do as you told. You smiled and laughed beside him as you continued to run.

“Alright. I’m gonna do the hop” he said as he got ready to jump with the skateboard.

“Kenchin dame!”

Bonus :

You glared at Draken as you picked up your broken skateboard. He looked away in embarrassment as his cheeks turned pink.

The next day, you found a (f/c) skateboard wrapped in (f/c) ribbon on your seat.

“Evening 6:30. Don’t you dare be late” the note said in a scribbled handwriting. Chuckling you placed it folded into your pocket.

Baji

“Why the hell are we here?” Baji said as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.

“To skate Kei” you said with a laugh as you held your skateboard close to your ribs.

“I got that but why?” he said as he said as he titled his head and gave your skateboard a questioning look.

“Cause it’s fun?” you said in an inquisitive tone.

“Not for me. A skateboard can’t give me the adrenaline a bike gives. Neither can it give me the thrill of being hit back” he said in a monotonous tone.

“Not everything violent has to give you satisfaction Keisuke. Riding a bike needs fuel and an engine. The only thing you’re in control of is the handle, speed and balance. Skateboarding is different. You just have your feet and your body to do the math” you said as you held out your skateboard. “Why don’t you try it and see for yourself?” you asked with a small smile. He looked down at the skateboard in your hands before taking it into his, using his index finger to toy with the wheel. He looked at you with a bored expression.

“If you want it to be that thrilling, then don’t wear a helmet. I’m sure the ground can hit you as hard as any other opponent” you challenged him with a smirk.

“I’ll make sure you eat those damn words (Y/N)” he said as he tied his silky black hair into a ponytail and put the skateboard on the ground. Keisuke was not new to the concept of skating. He had seen them in playgrounds, may have grabbed one of them and used it as a weapon… it was complicated. He didn’t have a particular fascination with them as he merely viewed them as a child’s toy.

“Okay keisuke. Have you skated before?” you asked as you were ready to give him a set of instructions.

“Nah” he said as he kicked the skateboard, dragging it back with his foot.

“Alright. Keep one foot on the ground and the other on the board” you said while pointing at his feet and the ground, “whichever foot you’re comfortable with pushing goes on the ground”.

He did as you told.

“Now push” you said as he lifted his left leg and began to push.

“Okay… uh. Rest your shoulders and place one foot at the back of the board” you said as you ran by side. Unknowingly, Keisuke put the skate to stop by leaning too much of his weight towards the end of the skateboard and fell on his palms facing forward. You rushed towards him to make sure he was okay. Squatting beside him on the ground, you took one of his hands into yours and winced at the sight of broken skin and blood.

“Kuso” he smirked as he stared down at his palm.

“Told ya. You didn’t have the best start at this, but you did try" you said as he glared at you from the corner of his eye.

"Tell you what, meet me tomorrow at 9:00pm here” you said as you got up from the ground.

“For what?” Keisuke sneered as he looked up at you.

“You’ll see” you said as you gave him a peck on the cheek and got on your skateboard, heading towards your home.

“What in the world was she talking about…” he said as he walked off.

Keisuke waited for you at the designated spot.

“What the fuck is taking her so long” he said as he stared into the dark sky. “Kei!” he heard at a distance as you waved under the streetlight. You didn’t have your skateboard with you. You had a black one and it seemed to be old… but refurbished.

“(Y/N). You kept me waiting for 20 minutes. Now quit screwing around and show me what you got” he said as he glowered down at you.

“Calm down Kei” you said with a chuckle at his impatience as you set the skateboard down on the ground.

“Stand back” you said as stood a good amount of feet away from the rail. Keisuke gave you space by moving behind.

.

.

His eyes widened as you railed your skateboard and created sparks on the concrete brick.

“Wha-” he said as he stared you held the head of the skateboard and walked towards him.

“Had this customized and before you ask, yes. I can create fires too” you said as you smirked.

“Get better at skateboarding and maybe I’ll be willing to give you this” you said as you raised the skateboard.

“Koiyo”.

Bonus :

“Can you-”

“No keisuke. You can’t use knives to customize your skateboard” you said as you took a sip of juice.

“How about-”

“No”.

Notes :

Yaruze : Let's do it

Dame : Means Don't, no

kuso : Fuck/ shit (it's varying to be honest)

koiyo : Bring it on!

[catzula]

always there to help

Synopsis: You suck at math, and who could be better suited for the job to help you, other than your brother's best friend, the born genius, Bakugou?

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x (Kirishima's sister)Reader

Warnings: Swearing, maybe some bad writing

A/N: So, I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't been writing anything lately, I just didn’t like anything I wrote, so, sorry about that. This one might seem a little all over the place too lol, but it’s because I inteded it to be a small drabble. but accidentally made it a 5.1k fic. So, it might not be one f my better works, but I had a lot of fun writing it!

BY THE WAY, 100 followers guys! Thank you so much for that!

You were working on your homework when you heard the doorbell. You sighed deeply, standing up and going to the door, not expecting to see your brother and his friend group to be standing on the other side.

One specific friend caught your eye, his spiky, ash blonde hair hard to miss. You could feel your heartbeat rising almost instantly, cheeks now a bit warmer than before. You wished you had worn something else, anything but pajama shorts and an oversize shirt, maybe combed your hair and wore perfume or something, but how could you know your brother was going to bring his friends home? 

Okay, maybe you should have known since they were over almost every day.

But since there was nothing you could do now to change the situation, you just smiled, inviting them in -you noticed how Bakugou hadn't even glanced your way once, and though this wasn't different then always, it proceed to hurt and disappoint you every time. It's not like you were expecting for him to have feelings for you or something, but at least noticing you were there would be nice for a change.

Your brother was the last to enter, hugging you so tightly that you couldn't breathe for a few seconds, squirming between his arms. "Eiji lemme go!" You screamed, though your voice muffled by his tight hold. 

"Sorry, just missed you." He told you, letting you free. A cheeky, innocent grin was on his face, the one he knew that made you soft. You answered by a "Hmph," turning to his friends, who were already in the living room, doing their things. Mina was the first to notice you when you entered the room, the cutest smile on her face. "Oh, hey Y/N!" She caught you by the wrist, pulling you to the couch to sit with her. Of course, Bakugou was right next to you.

Feeling self-conscious -when was the last time you had a shower? Yesterday? You could only pray you smelled nice- you scooted a bit more to Mina, putting some distance between Bakugou and you, though it pained you to do so since he smelled like caramel. Honestly, why did he smell this good? It only caused your thoughts to be fuzzier, and for you to be even more excited around him. 

Though he seemed to have noticed your shift towards Mina since he sent a small glance your way, a 'tch' sound coming out of his lips, heating your cheeks.

"Hi, Mina-san." You mumbled, trying to forget the boy -your big brother's best friend- sitting next to you. "Oh, y/n-chan, I told you many times, you can just call me Mina! We only have a year between us anyway." You nodded, though still feeling a bit uneasy. “Sure.”

"I- I should go now, I have to finish my math homework." You told them with an apologetic smile, Mina and Kaminari pouting almost immediately. "Oh, come on, sit with us for a bit," Denki protested, his eyes wandering on your bare legs for a second, earning a deadly glare from your brother and a nudge from Sero. 

"What homework?" Your brother asked you, coming closer to you to block Denki's view. "Oh, you know, the one I was doing this morning." You shrugged, you've been working on the same sheet of paper practically the whole day, but you just didn't know the subject even a little bit, staring at the paper without knowing nothing didn't help much.

"Wait, you still didn't finish that? I thought I helped you yesterday." He pouted. Yes, he did try to help you, but you were sure he also had no idea how to do it, and he had just repeated the question to you again and again, until you had said, "Ah, I understand it now! Thank you, brother," without being able to do anything. You knew he meant good, but it still didn't change the fact that your brother was as clueless as you were.

"I-" You had started to say something before a deeper voice intruded yours. "Oi, shitty-hair, you know you suck at math, how do you think you could even help her?" 

Your eyes shifted to Bakugou -you couldn't help but giggle at the nickname he had for your brother, oh, you had to remember that one- he had an annoyed look in his ruby eyes, his eyes not leaving your brother once. "Well, I-" Eiji had started to talk, his eyes widening slightly after, understanding what Bakugou meant. "Oh, you should have told me!"

You shrugged. "Well, you just looked so happy finally being able to help me with something, I didn't want to make you feel bad." 

Oh no, did that come out wrong? You were about to apologize when your brother pulled you in a hug once again. "Oh my god- lemme go!"

***

"So -uhh- if you do it this way, you can, maybe?.. No, okay, I got it, so if you add this to... Nope, that's wrong- umm, oh, how about-" 

Mina bit the back of the pencil you had given her, fully concentrated on the papers in front of her. "Oh move over, I can help her!" Denki told her as he pushed Mina aside.

"You?" She told him in disbelief, "Don't make me laugh, you're even worse than I am!" 

"No, I'm not!" The blonde boy answered, pulling the sheet of paper. "Yes, you are," Sero also joined the fight, pushing himself between the two. "Oh, you shut up, you're even worse than him!" Mina pushed Sero with all her might, panting. 

"Umm, what is happening?" You asked your red-headed brother, watching them with a smile and clearly enjoying the show. "Oh, don't worry, this happens all the time." He answered, patting you on the back, giggling when Mina pulled Denki's hair, making the poor boy scream. 

Oh, that makes it all better then. 

"Oi, dumbasses, shut the fuck up before I do it." You jumped in surprise when you heard Bakugou screaming right behind you, and surprisingly, three of the grown-ass people that were just wrestling on the floor froze. 

"Sorry, Baku." Mina was the first to stand up, fixing her disheveled clothes and running a finger through her soft-looking hair. Sero and Kaminari struggled for a second or two more, but one look from Bakugou and they were up on their feet too.

"Well, thanks I guess." You told the people who literally just fought each other to help you, though instead of them, it was Bakugou who answered you. "Whatever, you shouldn't be asking these idiots anyway."

You weren't sure what to say since the gratitude wasn't intended for him, but you smiled awkwardly. "Guess I'll have to ask someone tomorrow."

"Oh, Baku, can't you help her? You always help us and you're the smartest." Eiji perked his head with the idea that suddenly came to his mind.

"Damn right I am!" Bakugou answered without missing a beat, though he realized his mistake almost instantly. "Oh, that's great, then, you can help her." Mina cheered, clapping her hands with a wicked grin on her face, eyeing both you and the now furious looking boy. Bakugou would have said no immediately, but everyone in the room -even you- knew his pride wouldn't let him.

"For fucks sake," he muttered, his hand massaging his temples. "Give me that stupid fucking paper."

***

"Oh, okay, that makes much more sense!" You told him, even though you still had no idea how he did it, but you tried your best to hide the confusion in your face, not wanting to seem dumb in front of him. But it took one look and his burrows furrowed, lips curling into a snarl.

"If you're just acting like you understood I'll fucking-" A fake cough came from your brother's way, making Bakugou growl. "I'll explain it to you again and again until you understand it." He finished his sentence, making both you and Eiji grin.

"So what didn't you understand?"

Good question.

"I- uh... anything?" You could feel your face heating as you answered, causing him to grimace. "Oh my fucking God." He muttered, pinching his nose bridge with annoyance.

"LOOK-" Oh, he was pissed. "THE QUESTION IS TELLING YOU TO DO THIS, SO YOU JUST FUCKING ADD THIS TO THAT, AND-" His spiky hair looked like it was ruffling up when he got angry, like an angry bird, the thought making you giggle. As he heard your giggle he stopped screaming, and seeing him so quiet was somehow scarier than him shouting.

"What the fuck is so funny?" He asked gruffly, though his crimson eyes weren't as angry as they were before. "You know it doesn't help when you just scream everything at me, right?" You giggled again because he looked really confused.

"Okay, look." He sighed, "see this? This actually just means you should do this." His pencil moved on the paper, his writing surprisingly neat and pretty- especially for a boy as impatient and angry like him. "Oi, you listening?" He pointed the pencil to you when he noticed you weren't looking at the paper, but at him.

"Oh- yeah, I'm listening." You answered, looking at what he recently wrote and trying to understand what he probably said. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't question it further. "Good."

"As I just said," he stated -making you grin since he probably noticed you weren't, in fact, listening to him, "you should do it like this and that's the answer." 

You couldn't understand why, but suddenly what he was talking about seemed to make so much sense. "Oh my god." Your eyes widened, looking at the sheet of paper, you pulled the pencil he was holding without thinking much on it, quickly writing down what was on your mind before you forgot.

After you finished writing, you turned your gaze to the boy that was sitting right next to you, though he concealed the amazed look he had sent you almost immediately. "Is that... right?" You asked him, feeling anxious, if it was wrong, you probably would look like an idiot.

"Yeah," he muttered, quickly glancing your way and noticing the smile on your face. "Fucking finally." He added, trying to get you to stop from smiling since he couldn't stop thinking about how pretty it was, though to his surprise you only smiled brighter. He could feel his heartbeat picking up, not sure why. Were you always this pretty? Smiled so softly, that made him feel all warm? Looked at him like this, like he was the most amazing person you've had seen?

For him, you have always been the sister of his best friend. He hadn't the slightest interest on you, though he could feel that was changing, the thought terrifying him. No, you were only and only Kirishima's sister, no one else.

***

"Hey, Bakugou-Kun." Bakugou was taking his jacket off as he entered the house, his caramel scent making you dizzy.

"Hey, idiot." He answered without thinking, the rude nickname slipping from his lips, he pressed them together instantly as if he could un-say it. He looked at you with slightly widened eyes, expecting you to be sad, or get mad at him, though he could have never thought you would giggle instead.

"Yeah," you told him smiling, "guess I deserve that."

"No." A sudden answer came his way, causing you to be the one shocked this time. "I- I didn't mean it that way..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking very uncomfortable. "I just-"

"It's okay!" You told him, finally ending his misery. "I know you didn't say it to be mean."

Now, that was a first.

"Yeah, whatever." He muttered, entering the room, though regretting it immediately, was that rude? Maybe he shouldn't have stormed out? Did you think he was rude? Mean? An asshole?

He had no idea you were only happy because, for the first time, he had stopped to talk with you instead of ignoring you altogether.

You entered the room, noticing the rest was there too, and you wondered when they even entered the house. "Hey, Y/N!" Denki beamed, though noticing the look Eiji sent him, he quickly corrected himself. "-chan. Y/N-chan."

"Hey, Kaminari-Kun." You answered, making him pout. "Oh come on, you can just call me Denki!" A small glance was sent your brothers way, "Denki-Kun. You can call me Denki-Kun." He corrected, smiling widely.

"Oh, okay." You told him. "Would you like something to drink, Denki-Kun?" You asked, making him grin wickedly. "She's just too cute!" He whisper-yelled, nudging Sero. "Anyone? I can make tea."

"Oh, just sit with us instead!" Mina told you and you did as she said, knowing she would force you anyway. Once again, you were stuck between Bakugou and Mina, though this time you were prepared and had worn perfume. She looked at you excitedly, like she wanted to say something, but before she sent an angry look to Bakugou.

"Hey, Baku, can you go sit with Denki or something? We're gonna talk and you're preventing us."

"Haah?" Bakugou yelled. "I was the first one sitting here! And I'm not fucking preventing you, I'm just fucking sitting here, it's not like I wanna hear the stupid shit you'll talk about."

Oh, but he, did. He was dying to hear what you would talk about.

"It's not stupid shit, its girl talk!" She defended, grinning when Bakugou stood up. "W-what do you want to talk about, Mina?" It took a lot of willpower for you not to say Mina-san. "A little bird told me you have a slight liking to a certain angry boy." She finally told you, waiting at first for a bit of suspense.

"W-what, who?" You blurted, immediately noticing the mistake you did. "I mean, that's not- that's not true!"

"Oh come on, don't try to hide it!" She giggled, nudging you. "I know you have a crush on bskdhdhdh!" You slapped your hand on her mouth just in time, a sigh of relief coming out your mouth when you stopped her from saying the name. Though, you couldn't stop her from screaming about you having a crush.

"You what?!" Eiji screamed, standing up.

"Ooh, our little Y/N-chan has grown so fast," Denki told as he wiped the nonexistent tears off his eyes.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" Sero asked, grinning.

"Oops, I may have made a mistake," Mina said, giggling.

The only one that hadn't said one word was Bakugou, though that was somehow even more uncomfortable. His gaze lingering over you, you felt like you were going to die of embarrassment (and why did he have to wear that black t-shirt? It only made you even more flustered, and you just couldn't help but think about how nice he looked)

"It's nothing." You smiled awkwardly, face heating up. You glanced away, looking at anyone but him. "It's a misunderstanding." A fake giggle and all should be good, right?

Well, apparently not.

"No, don't you try to laugh your way out of this. What is this crush?" He looked so angry, it was one of those rare moments that he looked plain out scary.

"It's an innocent crush, Eiji! Nothing to worry about, okay? Now sit down, I need to do my homework anyway." Eyes narrowing, his gaze stayed on you a little more, though he dropped the subject soon after.

"If anything happens, you'll tell me everything." He told Mina, though it sounded more like a threat.

"It's not my place to do so." She answered, grinning wickedly.

***

You peeped your head from the door, trying to take a look of inside. What were they doing?

You've been doing your homework the past hour or two -it was only 10 minutes, but it felt like an eternity- and you came downstairs to seek help.

"Hi, guys." You finally entered, only to find them all snuggled on the couch, watching the greatest show ever been made, Avatar the Last Airbender.

Eiji knew the consequences of such actions, desperately trying to close the TV, but he was late, you could recognize Uncle Iroh's voice from a mile away.

"How dare you!" You gasped, now feeling all eyes on you.

"Wait, what's going on?" Sero looked as confused as the rest of his friends.

"Eiji, how could you do this to me?" You ignored Sero altogether, eyes fixed on your red-headed brother.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, sis, it's just we had nothing to do and-"

"I can't even see you right now." You told him, turning your back to exit the room, leaving three very confused people after you.

"No, Y/N, wait!"

***

And that's how you found yourself to be snuggled between Bakugou and Denki.

It was really comfortable, you had to admit, but also very maddening. You couldn't even watch the show anymore, your senses filled with the boy sitting right next to you, his body touching yours ever so slightly, his hair tickling your face every time you moved to get a bit more comfortable.

"So you're telling me," Bakugou suddenly spoke up, though your eyes didn't leave the screen, you could feel his ruby eyes on you. "That you have a crush on this guy?"

"She does." Your brother mumbled from the other side of the room. "She even-"

"Shut up, or you won't be able to speak ever again." Everyone in the room suddenly froze, no one able to understand how the hell you just turned in to the most threatening person they ever saw.

"Well, damn, okay." Sero laughed, sending a small glance your way. "I don't know, man," Denki muttered. "Sokka is much better than Zuko. He is a nice dude, everyone likes him, has solid jokes, and is pretty smart. He's kinda like me, actually." 

"Yeah, he is like you!" Mina suddenly cheered. "Except for the being-liked-by-everyone, having nice jokes and being smart parts, of course." 

"Yeah, that's what I'm telling yo- hey!" He exclaimed, making everyone laugh. "If there's anyone that resembles any of these characters, it's Bakugou," Eiji muttered thoughtfully.

"What?" He snarled. Eiji shrugged. “You’re pretty similar to Zuko.”

"Wait, that's very on point!" You told him, causing Bakugou's brows to furrow. "Just think about it, you're very unreasonably angry all the time, keep picking useless fights with everyone, and are very rude!" Mina cheered.

Bakugou would have punched every one of you for even implying something like this, though now the only thing he could think about was if you thought this way too. 

"I- I didn't mean it that way, though." You told them. "He always tries to look so tough from the outside, but he's actually sweet. He tries to act like he doesn't like the gaang or his friends, but in reality, he really likes them. Don't you guys think so too?"

"Now that you put it that way..." Mina muttered, the topic closing and everyone focusing their gazes on the screen once again, though, even though no one realized, a small smile was on Bakugou's lips.

***

After the Avatar marathon, you stood up, about to go upstairs to continue the dreadful math homework when an idea fell upon you. You turned your gaze to the boy, who was sitting on the couch like it was a throne instead. Spiky hair looking softer than usual, you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers through them. His eyes were closed, and he looked tired. Under the dim light of the small lamp that hung from the ceiling, you were practically in awe of how pretty he was. 

Cheekbones high and defined, a sharp jawline, like it indicated his sharp personality, delicate brows furrowed, buried in thought. 

As if he felt your eyes on him, his eyes snapped open, crimson eyes finding yours. You probably looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights, causing him to smirk. "What's your problem?" 

"I- uh, I was wondering if you could help me with... math?" 

"Again?!" That was a valid question, but it wasn't your fault math was too hard!

"It's okay, Y/N-chan, I can help you instead." You heard Denki's voice, a hand wrapping your shoulder, causing you, Eiji and Bakugou to jump in your places. 

"You don't know shit." Bakugou growled, his gaze suddenly predator-like, making Denki wince and pull his hand back. "Don't do me dirty like that, Bakubro," Denki whined. "I'm just trying to help-" His voice suddenly muffled by the hand on his mouth, a hand that belonged to your bother. 

"You come here for a second." Eiji told him threateningly, pulling him out of the room with force. "No- no, Kiri, don't do this to me!" The door closed behind them, though, a muffled scream or two could be heard every once in a while.

Everyone ignoring the whole ordeal, went back to what they were doing. Bakugou turned to you, his eyes on the sheet of paper you were holding. "So, does this mean you're helping me?" 

Bakugou knew the second you turned to him with that pleading look in your eyes, he was already going to say yes. "Tch," he rolled his eyes, pulling the paper from your hands. "Whatever."

This time, he sat a bit closer to you. 

You sat side by side, arms almost touching whenever he wrote something. "Did you understand this one?" He asked, the pencil he was holding pointing to the second question. Surprisingly, you did understand it. When you nodded, he smiled, it wasn't one of those cocky smirks, this one was a genuine, small smile that took your breath away. 

"Then do this one yourself." 

You gulped, tearing your eyes away from his face as you felt your face heating up. It took you a bit to get focused on what was in front of you, but you were able to use what Bakugou had explained to you, and eventually reached the answer. 

"That's... That was pretty good." He told you as he inspected what you wrote. This time, it was you who smiled brightly, taking his breath away. He could feel his heart suddenly going crazy, hammering his chest as if it was trying to set itself free. And why did he have this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach? This dreadful but also... warm feeling? 

He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. 

He stood up, his face suddenly angry, causing your smile to drop. He gritted his teeth when he realized he wanted to sit right back and apologize, to make you smile again. But instead, he picked his phone up from the table and turned his back to you.

He exited the room in a hurry that didn't even let you say anything, or thank him.

"Oi, shitty hair! I'm out." You heard him scream to your brother. 

"So soon?" Eiji asked though the door already shut mid-sentence.

***

Although Bakugou had promised himself that he was going to stay away from you, as far as he could, this thing -whatever this was- went on for weeks. He wanted to stop, Bakugou really tried to not think of you whenever he saw a fucking number, but it didn't take long for him to realize he couldn't.

So instead, he came to see you every day, with or without the Bakusquad and helped you with math even if you didn't ask for him to.

You always asked him to, though.

On the other hand, you weren't thrilled about this whole situation either. At first, this was a normal, innocent crush, but as you spent more time with him, you found yourself falling for him. Hard.

"Hey, Bakugou!" You greeted him (you had dropped calling him Bakugou-Kun sometime, though you weren't really sure when), a big smile that you couldn't drop on your face. "Hey, idiot. I brought this shitty thing you like." 

He meant donuts. 

He didn't want to admit it, but he had only bought it to see the way your eyes sparkled when you held one in your hand, about to take a giant bite out of it. 

The rest of the group was already here and settled, so you checked the paper bag in your hands if it had enough for everyone. You smiled brightly when you noticed it did, making your way to the kitchen.

You noticed Eiji standing, leaning to the door, and watching you both with furrowed brows. "Oh, don't look so mad, I'll give one to you too." You told him giggling, interpreting it wrong. 

His face softened, also smiling. "Don't forget to give me the strawberry one!"

"We'll see about that!!" You answered as you exited the room.

"Oh, Bakugou-Kun, did you buy us the shit we like too?" Sero said mockingly, making the others snicker. "Shut the fuck up, tape face."

"Oh, but Bakugou-Kun-"

"I said, shut the fuck up!" Suddenly his heart was beating really fast. "Relax, Baku, having feelings for someone is nothing to be ashamed of!" Mina told him, though she already knew the answer he was going to give.

"I don't fucking have feelings, dumbass." Bakugou didn't have feelings, especially not towards you, the sister of his best friend. But still, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, he couldn't stop his heart from racing whenever you smiled, and he couldn't stop feeling like he would do anything for you to smile again when you don't.

"Sure you don't," Mina answered, a sly grin on her face when she noticed Bakugou's confused expression. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't want the feelings, he just couldn't understand them.

They would have taken it further if you hadn't entered the room with a plate full of donuts in your hands. "Nobody touches the Nutella one!" You told them, letting them take a donut.

You narrowed your eyes and sent a threatening look when Denki tried to take the one you were going to eat.

"You're not eating?" You asked when you noticed Bakugou not taking one. He shrugged. "I don't like sweets."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Really? Can I eat yours then?" Bakugou found himself smiling to that, thinking about how adorable you looked with a donut in your hand, a shirt that was too big for you, probably stolen from Eiji and sugar powder smeared on your lips. He couldn't help but wonder, what would you do if he just leaned in and kissed you, right then and there? Would you flinch back? Scream at him? Maybe even be disgusted by him?

He decided he didn't want to lea the answer.

***

"Oh, you're staying late?" You asked with a small smile on your lips, making them look so kissable, Bakugou had to look away. "Yeah." 

"You have homework?" He asked when you didn't say anything. He didn't want you to leave. "Nope, already did them." 

Oh.

"But I kind of wanted to talk to you." You looked nervous, your hands clasped together, anxiously biting your lip. His eyes narrowed, crimson gaze wandering over you like he was trying to read your mind. 

"I have-" You started to say, but stopped mid-sentence so he finished your sentence for you internally. ...feelings for you. 

(You actually had an upcoming math exam, and you were hoping he could help you study for it, but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.)

Oh, he wasn't going to let you be the first to confess, so without thinking about it, Bakugou blurted. "I like you." There it was, he did it before you! But why did you look so shocked?

"You what?" You asked, eyes wide, just staring at him. Bakugou could feel his heart getting heavier by the second, hands turning cold and a dreadful knot forming in the pit of his stomach. Weren't you saying the same thing just then?

"I-" should he just tell you to forget about it? No, he wasn't the kind of man to just back off. "You heard me." He told you gruffly. "I like you." 

Much to his annoyance, you stayed quiet, not giving him the chance to be happy or sad about it. Just silence. "And? What's your answer?!" 

For the first time in this conversation, you looked at him properly. You hadn't noticed how his crimson gaze shined with uncertainty, confusion, and anxiety. He was afraid of your answer, you realized. Even the great Bakugou Katsuki was afraid of rejection. 

So instead of giving him a verbal answer, you leaned in instead, your lips touching his softly. 

His eyes opened wide with the contact, not being able to understand what was going on. Your lips were so soft, it molded perfectly against his, and he was afraid that if he moved even an inch, you would realize you were making a big mistake and pull back. So he froze.

"Bakugou?" You pulled back slightly after a few seconds, making him want to pull you back and never let go. "Won't you kiss me back?" 

To this, Bakugou grinned, his hands suddenly on your back, pulling you towards him. The last thing you remembered before you lost yourself in the kiss was how soft his lips were, and how amazing he smelled.

***

"You know we still have to tell Eiji, right?" You told him, running your fingers through your messed up hair, trying to look like you didn't kiss a boy for the past... well, you weren't sure how long, actually. 

"Yeah." He answered, lips slightly pink. 

"You know, I think I have the perfect idea of how to tell him."

"You do?" He asked, now slightly intrigued. You nodded, standing up. Eiji was in his room, so you pulled Bakugou by the wrists up the stairs. "Come on." You told him when he hesitated. "This will work."

You knocked on your brother's door, opening it just the slightest when you heard him tell you to come in. "Hey, Eiji." 

"Hey, sis." He smiled widely, not aware of Bakugou behind the door. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much." You shrugged, "Just wanted to tell you that Bakugou and I are dating, okay bye!" You shut the door after you without giving him the time to say anything, running down the stairs, and pulling Bakugou after you. 

Your brother opened his door, running after you, his face as red as his hair. "You what?!"

"You idiot!" Bakugou screamed. "So this was your great idea?"

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

Paper Cut Part 2 | Edmund Pevensie x Reader Soulmate AU

Warnings: Making out/kissing

Time/Era: Modern AU but the Pevensies have been to Narnia. 

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Y/N confronts Edmund about the intense injuries she had received in the past. 

A/N: Here’s the second part to paper cut :) If you haven’t read the first part, link below! Please send requests :D Enjoy! 

Part 1 | Part 3 | masterlist | read on ao3

“Edmund, I think you have a lot of explaining to do.”

Edmund’s face was unreadable, almost as if it was made of stone. He stayed quiet; the only sounds that filled the air were the shuffling of the barista and the espresso machine. Y/N wished he would just say something. The silence was damning. 

“Edmund?” His gaze didn’t falter at his name but stayed glued to Y/N’s hand. His eyes traveled up her arm, taking mental notes of every scar, bruise, bump, or cut. Edmund stood up without a word, the chair making a painful screeching noise in his path, and walked out of the coffee shop. 

Meeting her soulmate had been completely different in her head; maybe they would fall into each other’s arms in the streets of London. He would sweep her off of her feet after noticing a small scar on her neck and say something disgustingly romantic. “I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N, you’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” Then, they would fall madly, deeply in love, and adopt a dog. Fall wedding perhaps? Maybe summer? But here Y/N sat, one hand on her stomach, the other gripping a foreign notebook. Before Y/N could process what was happening, Edmund was out of sight and she was left to her own thoughts. 

~

“Y/N! Wake up!” Y/N was startled by Y/B/F/N shaking her awake. “Don’t you have a final in like an hour?” 

That sentence felt like a bucket of ice water. Y/N sprung up from her warm bed and scrambled to get ready. The clock seemed to run dangerously fast and by the time she opened the door of her lecture hall, the test was being passed out. 

“You have three hours and because I’m in such a good mood, you may use your study guide.” The professor continued to pass the packets around the room. They looked thick and time-consuming. Time management had never been Y/N’s strong suit. 

When she was handed her paper, all she could do was take a deep breath. This professor was a harsh grader, so unless her answers were 100% correct, there was no way Y/N would pass. She took the unfamiliar notebook she received from Edmund out of her bag and opened it to his scribbled notes. 

His handwriting was somewhere in between messy and neat; some of the words ran into one another and they were all slanted to the right slightly, yet the letters were beautifully constructed and entirely intelligible. Edmund also took it upon himself to highlight passages he deemed important with a note at the beginning that read: my sister had to take o chem. I asked her what’s important. That was sweet, Y/N thought. 

It seemed as if Edmund knew what he was talking about, too. Each answer was answered completely with further background information to make it easy to understand. Why would you willingly take this? Seems like hell… was written in the margins next to one of the boxes of text. I could say the same about law, sweater boy. 

By the time Y/N had finished her final, the three hours had turned into 10 minutes. She was one of three students left in the classroom and the other two were looking beyond panicked. Most of the class seemed to have either blazed through it like it was an 8-year-old’s math homework or given up halfway through and accepted their loss. Y/N, however, had to pass this class so she triple-checked her answers, took a daydream break, then checked it again. She would be lying if she said her daydreams didn’t consist of Edmund. She wondered if he would ever text her again. 

The young girl hurriedly walked out of the classroom, happy to be done with the semester. She wrapped her jacket tightly around her and braced herself to brave the aggressive weather. 

“Hey,” A voice from her right called out. It was Edmund; he was leaning against the wall lazily. His nose was a bright pink, as were his cheeks, and his hands were pushed into his pockets for warmth.

“Edmund? What are you doing here? You must be freezing!” Y/N walked over to him and looked him once over. A simple long sleeve shirt, vest, and jeans. Y/N slung her wool scarf around his neck. 

“Oh, uh, thanks…” He pushed himself off of the wall with his shoulder. Damn, his shoulders were huge. 

“I’m sorry about the coffee shop, I didn’t mean to jump you like that,” Y/N apologized bashfully. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“No, I get it. I would have the same reaction. That’s, uh, why I’m here.” Edmund was awkward, looking anywhere but her eyes. Instead, he observed her freckles, eyebrows, and cheeks. “I was wondering if we could, uh, talk? Maybe somewhere private? Like my dorm?”

“Oh, so you want to take me, your newly discovered soulmate, back to your dorm?” Y/N had a hint of mischief in her eyes and a teasing smile on her lips. Edmund’s eyes grew wide and he started to sputter. 

“That’s not what I meant! I would never! I mean unless you wanted to, but no! I just meant to talk,” His cheeks are red again, but this time it wasn’t from the cold. 

“I’m just taking the piss, let’s go, vesty.”

~ 

Edmunds dorm was not what she was expecting. One side looked like it was hit by a tornado, but the other was very organized. Even on the floor, there was a distinct division between the two sides. The neat side, which appeared to be Edmund’s, was very plain. His bed was made with a red duvet and black pillows, his desk was blank besides a small pencil cup, and the cork board hanging above his desk had reminders and pictures. 

“Those are my siblings,” Edmund noticed Y/N’s wandering eyes. “They’re practically dying to meet you, Y/N.”

“How did you know my name? I never told you,” She crossed her arms and strained her neck to look back at him. 

“Ah, so I was right, you don’t remember me. We took a few classes together during first and second years. I always thought you were cute, so I guess it stuck.” Now it was Y/N’s turn to blush. 

“You think I’m cute?” Her arms uncrossed and turned so she was facing him head-on. 

“Well, yeah. You are my soulmate, after all, Y/N. Don’t be silly,” Edmund seemed to be growing more and more comfortable. He was enjoying watching her blush because of what he said; it made a sense of pride grow in his stomach. This was his person, and she was standing right in front of him. 

“Speaking of soulmates…” Y/N trailed off and looked towards the floor. Her hands grasp the zipper of her jacket and unzip it, before rolling up the bottom of her shirt. The jagged scar was on full display, a stark contrast against the skin of her abdomen. Edmund eyed it guiltily; he knew the exact pain she had to go through to get that scar. She had to go through that pain because of him. His own hands found the bottom seam of his own clothes and pulled it up to reveal a matching mark. 

“I can explain but you won’t believe me,” His honey-brown eyes met hers. 

“Try me, Pevensie.” 

He led her to sit on her bed and sat next to her. Y/N hastily kicked off her shoes so she could sit with her legs crossed on her bed. Her shoes tumbled to the ground with two thuds. Edmund, on the other hand, just bent one leg and let the other hang off the edge. He took her hands in his. 

“You have to promise me to listen to it all before you ask questions,” Edmund fidgeted nervously with a ring on Y/N’s fingers as they spoke. Y/N didn’t know if this was on purpose or a subconscious action, but it comforted her all the same.  

“Well, when I was young my parents sent my siblings and me to live away from home. When we were there, my little sister Lucy discovered a wardrobe in one of the spare rooms. Well, inside the wardrobe was this beautiful land called Narnia. It was gorgeous and huge! And when I say huge, I mean HUGE!” He caught himself rambling excitedly and reeled it back in. “Well, uh, anyway, there was this woman, we called her the White Witch and she manipulated me into basically selling my siblings out. The entire nation of Narnia got into a huge battle and the White Witch stabbed me.” 

“Did she lock you up somewhere cold?” Y/N asked, disregarding her promise to stay quiet. 

“Um, yeah. She locked me in this big ice cell. It wasn’t fun. I’m pretty sure I almost got frostbite but my body rejected it because I started warming up randomly.”

Y/N smiled. The paper towel. 

“But that scar on your stomach,” He took his hand away from yours and gently touched your stomach. “Is because she stabbed me. But again, my sister Lucy had this special liquid that could heal any injury.” 

Edmund seemed to smile at the memory. “Long story short, my siblings and I got crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia and ruled for a number of years. We then got sent back-”

“Wait, wait, wait, Kings, and Queens? Who are you? Alexander the Great?” Her tone was teasing and unbelieving. 

“Edmund the Just, actually. And I told you to listen!” His smile reached his eyes this time. “Well we came back to earth through the wardrobe and we were kids again! About a year later, we returned to Narnia and met our good friend Caspian. We had to fight Caspian’s home country. In the end, Aslan helped us and Caspian became a king as well.”

“Who’s Aslan?” Y/N was doing her best to keep up and believe the information, but it was quite hard. 

“He’s a big lion, he’s kind of like the ruler of Narnia. I guess you could say a God? I guess…”

“A big lion god? Edmund…”

“I know it sounds crazy, Y/N. I know but you have to believe me! I went one more time with Lucy and my cousin. We were on a big Naval ship with Caspian and we had to find a bunch of swords-”

“Edmund, love, just tell me the truth.” Y/N was sad that right off the bat her soulmate was lying to her. Edmund’s eyes seemed to lose their sparkle. 

“I would never lie to you, Y/N. Here, look.” He took off Y/N’s scarf and gently placed it on the bed before pulling his vest and shirt over his head. On his rips was a beautifully drawn tattoo of a lion that appeared to be roaring. And on his collarbone was a sword. Y/N delicately reached her hand out and ran her fingertips against the drawing of the weapon. It had insane detail and the way it was drawn made it look sharp. Y/N retracted her hand and sat back. 

“That’s one of the swords we found during my third trip. It was gifted to Caspian by the lord who owned it. And this is Aslan. His roar was the most powerful magic in all of Narnia.” Edmund searched Y/N’s face for any emotion she was feeling. Right now, she was staring at the sword with a pondering look on her face. 

“Okay, say you were a king-”

“I am a king.”

“Fine, you’re a king. What exactly did you do, ya know, as a ruler?”

“Well, me and my brother Peter ran the army and trained them for battle. Along with other things like managing trade and creating political policies.”

“So, fighting? You fight?”

“Yeah, I fought in many battles, big and small. I got stabbed, remember.” His smile was cheeky and he pulled his long sleeve back on. “Once I got good, I didn’t even use a shield. I fought with two swords.”

“TWO? Aren’t those things heavy?”

“Well, yes, but when you went through all of the training I did, it gets easier.” Edmund could tell he was starting to believe him. 

“Tell me more.”

~

The two spent the next few hours discussing the ins and outs of Narnia down to the floor plan of Cair Paravel. Y/N had decided that Edmund had way too much detail to be making it up, and even if he did, it was so magical that she wouldn’t even be mad. 

“Okay, vesty, I believe you.” Y/N says after Edmund gave a lengthy explanation about all the gifts his siblings received and what they do. He stopped mid-word and stared at her. 

“You believe me? Really?” 

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Yes, Edmund. I’m going to be spending my life with you, your highness, so I may as well get familiar with it.”

“Please don’t call me that,” Edmund scooted closer to her. “I hated it even when people in Narnia called me that. I don’t need people outside of Narnia calling me it. Especially not you.” 

She turned her head so she was staring right at him. “Why not me?” Y/N’s speech came out as a whisper. They were so close that she didn’t need to speak loudly. 

“Because if I really was your highness, it would be kind of weird for me to do this.”

Edmund placed a hand on Y/N’s jaw and leaned in. His lips barely brushed her lips before pressing firmly against them. Y/N’s eyes closed shut and she happily kissed back. 

When people described kissing their soulmate for the first time, they always explain it as an electric spark igniting throughout their entire body. They explain it as a firework show full of magnificent colors. Kissing Edmund didn’t feel like that. Kissing Edmund felt like home. She felt safe, secure, and loved as if kissing this boy was what she was meant to do for her entire life. The way he tasted, like peppermint and candy, was the best thing she had ever tasted. And they way he held her, one hand on her jaw and the other holding her close to him by her waist, felt like the warmth of a favorite blanket. The way he moved made her knees feel like jelly. 

As their lip lock continued, his fingertips danced across her back until it landed on the other side of her jaw. He pulled away from their kiss, pressing a quick peck against her nose and jaw before leaning against his headboard. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for my entire life,” Y/N said, her voice gentle and soft. 

“Me too. The thought of kissing you, Y/N L/N, was the only thing that got me through some tough times. I had to make it to be able to feel what it was like.”

Y/N was silent for a long moment. 

“Edmund, love, do you think I will ever go to Narnia?”

Edmund looked at her for a long moment then smiled with half of his mouth. 

“I don’t know, darling, but anything is possible. Especially when it comes to Narnia.” 

[iwaisa]

request. Njanidnjan hiiii!! 1. May I request Lev and Aone (separate) with a really small like 5’0, cannot reach tall places, needs help getting cereal, male if you’re okay with male reader, maybe slight nsfw+sfw if you do that? Sorry!! 2. CanI have an anon emoji?? I rlly like your blog and I’ll probably do anons a lot :) - anon

a/n. omg tall boys 🙈🙈 thank you for requesting !! (≧∀≦) this is also my first time writing character x male reader content so if you have any advice for me, let me know !

lev and aone with a short boyfriend

- pairings. lev and aone x male reader

- genre. nsfw

- warnings. NSFW, hand jobs (both receiving)

► now shuffling...

sighs 😪 i love him

you two met during your second year of high school

he didn't have anyone to make fun of their height since yaku graduated so he turned to you :DD

you had to tutor him for math since he was a volleyball idiot

he never paid attention to the worksheet in front of him, and you always caught him staring at you

most of the time he would ask you questions about your height

“are you drinking enough milk, l/n-kun?”

he constantly tried to get you to join the volleyball team as a libero but you politely declined

instead, you promised him you would go to each of his games and cheer him on

he grabbed you under your arms and started swinging you around

“yaaaay! l/n-kun can finally see what a great ace i’ll become!”

you smacked him and yelled at him to put you down

you kept your promise and went to every single one of his games

and he always came to find you after them asking if he was getting better

when you said yes he went to pick you up again but he stopped himself

he smiled and grabbed your hand in his and told you he wanted to go celebrate with you

this happened after every game, whether it was a win or lose for nekoma

one time the two of you went to get ice cream from a convenience store and he found a stray cat with h/c fur and e/c eyes

he picked it up and started laughing

“it’s you, l/n-kun! it’s cute like you too!”

when you asked him what he meant he just nonchalantly said that he likes you

he’s not even looking at you while he says it he’s still looking at the cat lmao

he got kinda nervous when you didn't respond and nearly dropped the cat to snap his head towards you

he turned away from you and put the cat back on the ground and started frowning

until you grabbed his collar and yanked him down to kiss you

“come on in, lev.” you smiled as you let your giant of a boyfriend into your house. you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes as you watched him duck into your doorway. “thanks, f/n!” 

the two of you walked into the main room and you told him he could sit down at the table. you walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to get a packet of ramen. you stood on your toes as you attempted to grab at the corner of the package, only to push it further back into the cabinet. you clicked your tongue and began climbing up on the counter. 

all of a sudden, lev quite literally appears behind you and places his hands on your back. you jumped as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “can’t reach the top shelf, huh?” 

“lev you dick, just help me get the ramen,” you sighed. “what if i want something else?” you stopped reaching for the packet and put your hand down. “oh. okay, what do you want then?” 

there was a beat before lev answered, “you.” you felt your face flush as lev continued to rub his hands up and down your arms and drift towards your thighs. you turned around and swung your legs off the counter, bringing lev in closer. 

lev wasted no time in leaning down to lock lips with yours. his hands continued roaming around your body as he went to cup your growing hard on. you moaned into his mouth as he pressed harder, palming your erection through your shorts. 

“already hard for me, huh f/n?” he smirked. “oh shut up. it’s your fault.” he pouted, “is it a crime to want to love my boyfriend?” he jutted his lip out. you sighed and pulled him in for another kiss. 

he slipped his hands under the waistband of your boxers and pulled out your cock, which was now dripping with precum. “tell me if i should stop, okay?” you nodded as he began to stroke both of your cocks together. 

“lev...” you panted. he smashed his lips onto yours and continued stroking faster. you clawed at his back and he moaned in appreciation. “f/n, i’m gonna cum-” as soon as he said that both of you came at the same time. 

while panting, lev peppered you with kisses and leaned over to grab paper towels. he cleaned the two of you up and kissed your forehead. you hopped off the counter and pulled your shorts up as lev reached up to grab the ramen packet. “i’ll go make this now!” you grabbed onto his hand and stared him in the eyes, “lev, didn’t you tell me that the last time you tried to make ramen you burned the noodles?” “...yeah-” “then i’ll do it.” 

you reached up to grab the packet and kissed his cheek. you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking as you made the ramen. you turned around to see lev leaning his cheek on his hand, smirking at you cockily. 

“we should do that more often!” you laughed and rolled your eyes as he came up behind you to press chaste kisses against your neck. “..love you, f/n.” you reached back and patted his head. “i love you too, lev.”

congratulations! you get this super intimidating (eyebrow-less) dude as your college roommate!!

you were PETRIFIED of him

but eventually you find that he's just a giant softie! (emphasis on the giant… this dude is 6’3”...)

one time you come back to your apartment and he’s feeding a cat

you’re like,,, “aone?”

he turns around and looks at you tilting his head a bit

“whatcha got there?”

“,,,a stray”

“yeah 🙂”

you two take the cat to the vet and go to the store to buy all of the materials needed

he thanks you for not kicking the cat out

🥺🥺🥺 -

months pass and you can’t seem to stop thinking about him and how he’s truly just a huge softie at heart

one day you just let it slip

“takanobu,, i know it’s a little...weird,,”

he’s sitting on the floor with the cat in his lap and he turns to you

“but um… you can just ignore it if you think it’s um.. weird”

“i don’t think you’re weird f/n.”

you take a deep breath and just let loose

“i think i’m in love with you”

he just sits there with a blank look on his face and you’re pretty sure you just ruined your friendship with your roommate

you quickly turn around telling him you’re going to the store and asks if he needs anything

as soon as you place your hand on the door he grabs your hand

“w-wait.. i love you too.. f/n.”

“dammit,” you mutter as you find yourself climbing onto the counter. again. you can't help but curse the apartment builders for making the cupboards so damn high. 

it’s ten in the morning and all you want is a damn bowl of cereal before your morning class. you climb up onto the counter to grab the box when you hear the door open. your boyfriend, takanobu walks in and stops in his tracks when he sees you sitting on the counter. 

“...f/n? what are you doing on the counter?” you sigh and point to the cereal box that just keeps getting pushed back into the cupboard. “oh. here let me help you.” he comes up behind you and reaches up to grab the box, handing it to you. you thank him as he holds out his hand to help you off the counter and he nods. 

you turn around to pour the cereal into the bowl. you grab the milk from the fridge and begin pouring it into the bowl when you feel takanobu wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face into your neck. “how was class?” 

he didn’t answer for a second before groaning, “boring. i missed you.” the tips of your ears turned pink as you chuckled. “i missed you too.” there’s a minute or two of silence as takanobu starts to leave light kisses on your neck. you lean back into him and he groans. your eyes widen as you feel a bulge through his joggers. 

“...sorry. i’m just happy to finally be back to see you…” he mutters. you smirk as you begin to grind into his crotch. he starts to pant as he continues leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. his hands make their way down to your sweatpants, but he stops suddenly. 

you two haven’t made it past making out yet, and you could faintly feel his body start to shake. “takanobu? what’s wrong?” he holds you closer to him, “...are you alright with this? we don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable yet…” you turn around and stop him by pressing a finger to his lips. “i’m ready whenever you are.” he nods and you can see the faint pink tint making its way onto his cheeks. 

you stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down. you press your lips to his and he leans down to pick you up. you slip your tongue into his mouth and he groans, walking to his bedroom. he sets you down on the bed and sits in front of you. he pulls away and hooks his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants. he stops and looks at you, before continuing to pull your pants and boxers down when he sees you nod. 

you pull his joggers down and pull his cock out. he already looks painfully hard, and his tip is a pretty red colour. you moan when you feel him swipe his finger against your slit. you look up at him and you see him staring down at your cock. you scoot in closer and begin kissing him again as you press your cocks together, beginning to stroke them. he moans into your mouth and you already feel yourself beginning to cum. he slips his tongue into your mouth and you grunt in surprise. 

takanobu rarely takes initiative, and you feel your release coming even sooner. “taka… i’m gonna..” your words turn into a moan when you feel him squeezing your ass. a few more pumps takanobu cums into your hand, with you cumming soon after. you open your eyes to find takanobu staring at you. his face was bright red and he was mouth was agape. he says quietly, “i love you.”

[birdwonder]

headcanon the joestars on how they would react to an artist s/o like always painting, drawing and giving them like a painting of them they worked on?? thank u 💕

|| I don’t do part 5 or further requests yet, and I’m taking Joestars as in the Jojo’s, but I think I know Giorno somewhat enough to throw him in ! Also, cuuute request.

Part 1-5 Jojo’s | Artist S/O Headcanons 

Jonathan Joestar

- As one would expect, he is incredibly supportive of your talent! All of your family/couple portraits are hung up in the hallways and even a few landscape ones too to keep things looking lively. His favourite above all favourites would go above the fire place however, which is probably a painting of the two of you that you had gifted him on your anniversary.

- He cherishes it more than most possessions he owns, and when he’s warming up by the crackling flames, he can’t help but smile at it. That’s your hard work and your effort up there, and any house guests will know it as soon as he shows it to them. 

- Honestly, he doesn’t want to request anything from you as he feels as though anything that you gift him that comes from your mind and heart alone is far more valuable to him. Besides, he wouldn’t really know what to ask for aside from another portrait of you to hang somewhere that wasn’t taken up.

- During the spring and summer seasons, you take the time to set up an easel, canvas and paint set in the garden to have some fresh air and gather new inspiration. Even if you haven’t even gotten far into the piece, Jonathan will eventually come out the house with two cups of tea and stand behind you, bending down to lightly kiss your temple as he’s afraid anything more passionate would interrupt your creative process or cause your finger to slip. He would then ask for you to take a break and sit with him at a table to enjoy the view together, so the two of you can talk about your future painting plans and how his studies in archeology are going. Mutual respect for each other’s interests is an essential ingredient in any relationship.

- “Oh, look at your hands! No matter, we’ll just have to wash them once we’re inside,” is something he says before you realise that a tea cup you were holding had been smudged with a variety of green’s and blue’s from your fingertips. You apologise profusely in which he shakes his head at with a chuckle. “It’s alright, my love. I think it makes them look far more unique now! No china set in the world could look like this.”

- Skip 100 years into the future and your paintings may be in a gallery with a small “to Jonathan” written in the corner.

Joseph Joestar

- Definition of “Paint me like one of your french girls.~”

- Definitely suggests a nude painting of him. Or you. Or the two of you together, whether it be a joke or he’s somewhat serious.

- He’s amazed by your talent! Including your patience. He probably wouldn’t be able to sit still for long enough to even paint an abstract tree, so he has nothing but respect for your artistry. 

-If you were to ever gift him a drawing, he’d be stunned. Does he even deserve to own one of your pieces? Was this a declaration of love? Because he’s accepting it with a hard kiss to your lips and a string of ‘thank you’’s and compliments.

- One day, you had a serious artist block and had no idea what to paint leaving you stumped and staring at a blank canvas in despair. The lack of spark in your eyes that you usually had when painting hurt Joseph, so as a foolish attempt to help, he grabbed a bottle of one of your haunts and squirted it all over his hand.

- You gasped in response, about to scold him on the price of the paints when he suddenly slapped it smack middle of the canvas. “Joseph! Those cost a lot!”

- “Yeah but it’s fun! C’mon try it! Get your creative juices flowing or whatever you art folk say!” Taking your hand, he squirted a different colour onto it which made you giggle cutely as the cold sensation. He then guided it next to his bright hand print, pressing your palm down.

- It looked adorable and gave you an idea.

- With a smile, and a promise from Joseph that he’d buy you more paint later, the two of began to spread more paints onto your hands and continued to cover the canvas mindlessly with your prints.

- By the end of it, the two of who are laughing and even smearing paint on each other’s faces, leading to some squeals and hilarious facial features. 

- Sure, it wasn’t want you had initially wanted to go for, but with a carefully painted on “Joseph and [F/N]” written underneath the first two handprints that were made, you knew that the sentimental value of the piece was far greater than anything else you could have made.

Jotaro Kujo

- He has no reason to be against your talent and doesn’t have enough words and facial expressions to his name to show how impressed he is with you.

- Though that slightly changes when you hand him your sketch book one day, a bashful look on your face as you fear for the worst reaction from him.

- Inside are a multitude of sketches and even fine lined pieces of him, some with and without Star Platinum if you can see him, all carefully and accurately drawn in your own style. You even remembered to add the pin on his hat and his earrings...

- Jotaro could only blush brightly and cough into his hand to compose himself. “It’s good... I like it.” An understatement really, because if you let him keep even a page, he’ll be sure to keep it safe somewhere but no where obvious so his mother or grandfather don’t tease him for it. 

- If you ask him to pose for anything, he’ll want to decline and might even do so the first few times, though with some begging he may do some poses in your home, with the assurance that no one will barge in. Only casual ones though, so he doesn’t have to strain or embarrass himself.

- Buying presents for you is considerably easy as there’s always some sort of pen or paint set he can get to add to your wide range of media, all of which you are grateful for and gush over even though you tell him that buying them is unnecessary.

- “Have you considered doing an art major?” If you say yes, he supports you completely but warns you of the stresses and the harsh reality of the art world when it came to work.

Josuke Higashikata

- Ooh, is he going to show you off.

- “Yo Rohan Sensei! Sure you can draw that manga of your’s but can you draw THIS?”

- He might get killed or have his destiny rewritten by a certain stand user, but he knows it’s worth it when it comes to you. Have you seen your own art? It’s incredible !

- Most likely, he finds out by seeing you doodle in class and his jaw completely drops that your maths work sheet was instead covered in drawings of amazing bodies and plant life. If you insist that they’re nothing and “they’re just sketches,” he will personally shake you senseless and talk your ear off telling you that they are amazing. 

- Gifting him any kind of artistic media makes him overjoyed. Josuke shoves it in Okuyasu’s face, much to the delinquent’s dismay, and hugs you to death for the gift. “Aw babe, you really didn’t have to!”

- If you’re ever stressing over the quality of your work, he reminds you that you are amazing at what you do and that everyone has their own style, so that comparing yourself to others just wasn’t fair on you. 

- He plays a personal game where each day he tries to guess how much pen or paint you have your hand by the end of the day. Usually on weekends, it’s a lot more.

Giorno Giovanna 

- There’s a good chance that you met because of your work.

- You’re in a particularly beautiful Italian city, either sitting on a stool or ledge with a canvas or book in front of you, your hand working away at the landscape before you.

- While he was on a relaxing stroll, Giorno stopped behind you and peered over your shoulder, his breath taken away by how accurate your piece was to every exact detail.

- “Bellissimo...” He whispered, causing you to jolt a little and quickly turn around to look at him, a flushed or embarrassed look on your face. Oh, you’re cute.

- Right after he apologised for startling you and praises you for your work, which only flusters you more that such a handsome boy was complimenting you, you offered for him to sit next to you. Perhaps for you to even draw him?

- He doesn’t refuse.

- Once you’re dating, he takes you wherever you want whenever he can so you can draw the scenery, and shows you more gorgeous places to draw and even suggests what sort of people to draw. He also supports you doing something out of your comfort zone, for example if you typically liked to only sketch, he’d suggest for you to paint or use chalk in another style to see if it improves your skill as a whole.

- When he’s a don, he asks for you to paint or draw him so that he can hang it somewhere in an expensive frame to make his work place appear more serious and clear that he was the boss.

- If you do so, he thanks you a hundred times and buys you anything you want and as much as you want. Giorno also makes sure to repay you physically with a night out and kisses with a goodnight cuddle. 

- He might keep a small sketch of the two of you in his inside jacket pocket or draw so that every time he took it out during work, he’d be reminded of you and how you met, which motivated him to get the job done quick so he could go home to see you.

[softboyscully]

Public School Stuff I Wanted to Share

public school is both beautiful and horrifying am i right

so ill just go by the grades i guess

Kindergarten, first year

i did kindergartden at a catholic school in a relativly big city so this one’s got some shit

we went to church every wednesday, me and best friend (lost track of her when we moved, wish we’d stayed in touch, she was awesome) would giggle the whole time, pretty sure we made fun of jesus once, can’t remember why, possibly the hair

i had the nicest teacher, she was (as i remember her) young, blonde, and super sweet, that was the first and last year i ever had naptime

SPEAKING of naptime

i never slept during it

once i found what i remember being a nut of some sort on the ground, probably came off someone’s shoe

i grab it, turn to sarah (my best friend), say something about putting it up my nose

sarah, apparently having common sense, says, “no dont do it!! we’re supposed to be sleeping!!”

i put it up my fucking nose

try to get it out, just push it farther in

im crying a little bit now, that shit hurts

go up to my teacher

“you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“i have a nut up my nose and it wont come out”

teacher tries to get it out, but it wont budge

just. sends me back to my mat

that was it

the art room was tiny

like re-purposed broom closet tiny

there was a copy of the mona lisa in the hallway, someone had drawn ray bans on it with a pencil, never got replaced

there was a creepy-ass basement i went down to after school, we ate cheeseballs and sandwiches with some kind of meat, mayo, and that kinda yellow bread

someone broke his leg down there once, think an older kid threw him at the ceiling or something

we learned how to play Silver Bells with actual bells in music class

Kindergarten, second year

i remember these two teachers as the evil step sister-type look, but it might be my little kid imagination

but seriously they were horrible

we learned stuff in a room that was more middle-school styled, except everything was green or black and it was v dark

me and sarah attained a new friend, john

honestly i think we would’ve stayed friends for a while if i didnt move away

i have two vivid memories

one is of me really wanting to go home, so i walked by the teacher’s desk and did a fake sneeze

they laughed at me and told me to go sit back down

the other is  john leaning his chair back and then falling, so me and sarah went to help him back up

it was funny, so he did it again

and again

me and sarah were laughing, had the time of our lives

after the maybe fifth time the teachers said “john can get back up by himself. sit down and stay there.”

one of the reasons we moved was bc i got sent a letter from my fourth grade buddie

most of the words weren’t spelled correctly, many letters were backwards

my mother was horrified

ofc now we know it was probably a learning disability 

1st grade

this is when i moved

beginning of school i was ASTOUNDED we didnt have uniforms, one of the best things ever to happen to me

nothing wrong with this teacher, she was cool

thing is i was a little shit

told everyone my dogs died (they did but i was maybe three when it happened, i remember it not)

all my personal narratives were bullshit (only one sticks in my memory, wrote it about celebrating christmas AND hanukkah with my dad’s friends who were jewish, i have never even met those friends)

had a crush on this kid, best friend (she was terrible and helped wreck me emotionally) told me to kiss him in music class. me being a stupid ass bitch, i did it, aND HE GOES TO THE TEACHER AND CALLS ME OUT. at the end of class she gets both of us to stay for a bit, AND I DENYIED EVERYTHING. i walked across the fucking classroom, kissed him on the cheek, ran away giggling, told my teacher i didn’t do anything, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT. i’ve embarrassed myself further with this child but thats another story

2nd grade

i loved this teacher but honestly he was absolute shit

like. all he did was play the guitar and sing with us

never actually taught us stuff???

middle of the year, my mom goes in for a parent-teacher conference, he tells her i dont pay attention is math.

“what do you mean?”

“she doesn’t listen, she just takes out a book and starts reading.”

“........have you.... tried taking the book away?”

“sure, i could try that.”

“o....kay”

he also told her i’d be a girl who’d grow up to love spellcheck (which i do lmao)

like ???? why not just??? teach me to spell????

there was this one dude who one day showed up, gave me a pink stuffed cat, and then asked me where i lived

funniest thing was he lived on the same street as me

something that is vivid in my memory is showing up to class one day and realizing that i was wearing my regular clothes over my pajamas

also we had fish

every day someone else was in charge of feeding them

one of the times it was my job, i grab the fish food and walk over to the tank only to find all of the fish floating on the top

i screamed “THE FISH CAN FLY?!?!?!?!?!”

everyone ran over, all of us scarred for life when Mr. G walks over and goes in the most normal voice ever “no theyre dead”

we held a funeral

the cause of death is still undetermined

3rd grade

this year just draws a blank for me

all i know is that whoever the teacher was, they neglected to teach me how to tell time from a clock

also we learned the Cotten Eyed Joe dance in gym around here

4th grade

i had two teachers this year

one was the same one from 1st grade, the other one was a total bitch

made a girl named hannah ball her eyes out once, never apologized

i was (and am) and avid reader, so my reading skills were high above average

instead of being proud of me she told me i was weird, not normal, and too smart for a 4th grader, so i MUST be cheating. 

she was the start of a lot of self confidence issues for me ngl

this was around the time i went and got tested for ADHD (me and my grandmother almost broke down on the highway but thats another story), Mrs. M (the nice one) was super supportive when i told her why i was leaving early but Ms. S (bitch) told me ADHD wasn’t real and i just wanted to be special for once

she sucked, Ms. S

5th grade

this is getting super long so this’ll be the last one i do

but my teacher..... Mr. F was A+++++

he legitimately taught me math

we had i guess like,,, a buddie class we switched with sometimes

the teacher of that class was Mrs. R, who had crazy red hair and many freckles

at one point she referenced a meme and my entire class started screaming

also there was another Mrs. S (to differentiate this one will be called Mrs. Su)

she was kind of crazy

she was the astronomy teacher and she told us many times that the moon landing was faked

once she handed out sunscreen and had everyone put it on their whole body (this was in december, fyi)

Mr. F also hosted an ‘archeological dig’ which sounds cool but in reality he had a bunch of arcade prizes from his childhood buried in little flower pots we dug into with plastic spoons

also heres some stuff i cants pinpoint the time of/happened in multiple grades:

someone held a who-can-scream-the-most-like-a-goat contest

a guy named Makenzie won

remember we planned it while the teacher left the classroom so the teacher walks back in and one by one everyone in the room starts screaming, there was some applause, a few kids got a standing ovation

we cleaned out our desks in the middle of the year, i found 3 socks and a dog treat in mine

like how the fuck did any of those things get there

and where’s the fourth sock

b o t t l e f l i p p i n g

but no seriously there were at least five water bottles stuck in the ceiling in the cafeteria

my sorta friend charlie was obsessed with paper airplanes

one time he might’ve broken the world record for longest time in the air but he was counting in his head and it was at recess so there was no video

four square and gaga ball would be played no matter the setting, time, or conditions and it was super competitive

like if you could get to king in four square you got the everlasting respect of everyone

and everyone was super educated on four square special rules, special plays, that kinda shit

no but guys i grew up with bus stop, candy store, haunted house on mondays, haunted mansion on fridays, zombies was fair game unless it was Zach, Ryan, Chrissy or Vee

me and one other guy named andrew were the only known pjo fans, had the time of our LIVES making refrences

“HEY ANDREW IM NOBODY”

“I HAVE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU, NOBODY, COME HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH”

“hey annabeth, i thought you looked like a princess when i first saw you. i printed out a picture you sent me casually and kept it with me. i snuck along on a quest so i could save you, endangering myself immensely. i held the sky for you. when you talk about your crush on luke, i get jealous. beckendorf understood, but hes dead.”

“ikr we’re literally the best of friends”

“RIGHT”  

also the first time we finished mark of athena we were in the same classroom and we individually dropped the book, stood up, looked at each other, and screamed “WELL FUCK YOU TOO RICK RIORDAN”

[dragons-socks]

Baby Bumblebee chaptr 5

Bumblebee awoke in a strange house, on a strange bed. He scrambled up, trying to ignore his pounding head. It wasn’t until he noticed Sam passed out in his desk chair that he realized that this was Sam’s room.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Mikaela said, placing a hand on Bee’s shoulder and pushing him back down. “You’ve got a lot of people worried for you, Bee.”

Bee brought up his hands to sign his apologies, but stopped. They were wrapped up in white gauze. He studied them, trying to remember when he’d hurt them. The energy-blasts from last night hadn’t hurt. His hands should be fine, right?

“When Sam called Captain Lennox, he was still asleep, and hadn't even realized you had left. Do you know how bad he would have felt if Sam and I hadn’t woken up and you were just taken by the Cons?” She asked, voice hard and unmoving. Bee flinched away. “You know Ironhide will most likely just drive you to us even if Lennox isn’t there. He did it last week. So why isn’t Ironhide with you?”

‘Didn’t want to come here.’ Bee signed in stiff, aching movements.

“What do you mean?” Sam’s asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Instead of easing the tense atmosphere, he just added to it.

‘Wanted to go home.’ Bee said.

“You were already home, I don’t-” Mikaela put a hand up to stop her boyfriend.

“You wanted to go to Optimus? Lennox told you about their base-switching.” She asked. Bee nodded, looking up at the ceiling so he didn’t have to look at either of them.

“Stop it, Bee.” Sam sounded as tired as Bee felt. He sounded as if an age old ache finally settled completely into his bones, locking into place. “Optimus has already made his decision. He doesn’t want you near him or the other Autobots in this form. At least when you’re this small.”

“Sam!” Mikaela yelled, smacking her boyfriend over the head.

“What? He needs to hear it. He won’t stop chasing the Autobots until its said.” Sam defended.

“You could have said it with a lighter touch.”

“We’ve been trying to do that for a month, and look at where that got us? Bee ran away from the captain and almost got kidnapped by Decepticons.” Bee wanted the bed to collapse in half and eat him whole as the teen couple started to yell over him as if he weren’t in the room. He felt his eyes well up with tears as frustrations lodged in the middle of his throat, too thick to swallow.

Bee tried to get their attention after a while, but they were in their own world at this point. It wasn’t until Lennox slammed the door open that the teens stopped arguing. Lennox didn’t stop walking until Bee was in his arms.

“We’re getting you a phone, and a tracker. And you are so grounded.” Lennox didn’t sound angry, though. He sounded like he was about to cry, which for some reason had the floodgates on Bee burst.

“You know, for a being who didn’t have actual tear ducts for most of their life, Bee sure does cry a lot.” Sam laughed, only to punch in the stomach by Mikaela. “Ow.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

“I’m not comfortable with overly emotional situations.” Sam bemoaned.

“What happened to his hands?” Lennox asked, holding Bee’s hands in his own to inspect the bandages. Bee sat there looking disgruntled, but didn’t pull away.

Sam and Mikaela stumbled over each other as they tried to explain what happened from when they arrived. About the energon beam that shot from Bee’s hands. Lennox turned to Bee, who shrugged, just as new to this situation as the rest of them.

“An energon blast?” Lennox whistled, still not letting Bee from his side. He looked down at the soft blonde locks and piercing blue eyes that peered up at him. “How is that even possible?”

“Your guess is as good as ours.” Sam sunk back down in his desk chair. Bumblebee shuffled his hands out of Lennox’s grasp. He had a theory.

‘Breakdown said something about an energon signal emitting from me.’ Bee winced as his wounds pulled on some of the signs.

“If Bee is still emitting a signal like a Cybertronian, then that means he’s in trouble. Like real big trouble.” Sam realizes.

“And with Prime and his team having just cut ties its going to be a while before we reform contact with them.” Lennox rubbed at his temple.

“So what do we do?”

___________

“Hey, Bumblebee!” Raven ran up to Bee. “Why didn’t you go to school yesterday? And what happened to your hands? Can you sign now? Does it hurt?”

‘Hey, Raven.’ Bee signed.

“That was my name again, right?” Bee nodded. Raven smile grew wider. He lifted his hand in the sign for ‘F’ tapped his cheek and quickly pushed away. Bee was startled at the sign. It was the sign for ‘bee’, And also how Lennox, Sarah, Sam, and Mikaela have been signing his own name. If they remembered to sign as they talk. Not that they had to, because he wasn’t deaf, but it was good practice for them to understand him better. “My neighbor’s grandson is deaf so my mom said I could ask him to teach me how to sign so we can talk! He said that was how to say bee.”

Bumblebee nodded. He finger-spelt his name and then did the sign for ‘bee’, then he finger-spelt Raven’s name and did the sign for ‘Crow’, which was basically just signing ‘black bird’.

“That’s so cool! That’s all I know, but I super promise I’m going to learn all of it so we can actually talk!” Raven pumped his fist in the air.

‘You do that.’ Bee signed, nodding his head. He couldn’t get the smile off face. Raven was just so nice to him.

“So, why were you not at school?” Raven settled down.

Bee pulled out the small cellphone Lennox had bought for him yesterday. Raven gasped, going on another excited babble about the device and how cool it was that he had one even though he wasn’t in even in middle school. Bee mostly ignored his friend as he carefully typed out his explanation. He didn’t have to pass the phone over to Raven, who just read it over his shoulders as Bee typed.

“Oh, is Lennox your dad?” Raven asked. Bee gave a shrug, but then nodded. “You should just call him ‘dad’ then. It had less letters so it’d be easier to sign too.”

Bee shrugged. He didn’t see why he couldn’t do it.

“So you ran away two nights ago and some bad people tried to kidnap you and your dad wouldn’t let you go back to school before you got an actual way to contact him in case of emergencies and also signed you up for self defense classes and like martial arts and stuff?”

Bee shook his phone in Raven’s face. That’s what he just wrote out, so yeah, it’s what happened.

“Why did you run away?” Raven asked.

‘Complicated.’ Bee typed.

“I ran away once. My mom wouldn’t let me watch cartoons. I had to go home when it got dark though and when I did she grounded me and wouldn’t let me watch cartoons for even longer.” Raven shook his head. Bee decided to keep his thoughts to himself. For some reason there were times when it was harder to remember that he was actually ten thousand years older than everyone on this planet. And then there were times like these. “So what happened to your hands?”

Bee mimicked falling and scraping his hands on the ground. Raven went on another word dump of how he fell and scraped his knee so bad he had to get stitches. Back and forth they went. Raven asking a question, Bee answering in a few short words and then Raven going on for five minutes before the cycle commences. It was nice to be honest.

The school day continued. And like all the other days, Bee was bored. He knew how to speak English and he knew that the internet could answer all of these questions for him if he needed to look up what region the rocky mountains were located in America. He’s had to do it before. Math class was cool. He’s seen Ratchet and Wheeljack make cool things out of just strings of numbers.

His favorite class was after lunch. Technically, everyday they cycled through a few different subjects. Spanish was extra boring, because he couldn’t really participate because most of the class was talking and that was kind of hard when a giant mech rips out your vocal chords. Gym was fun, but no one wanted to be partners or on teams with the weird mute kid. Art was - it wasn’t his thing.

His favorite class was music. He didn’t care for the recorder he had to learn to use, but he did like when the teacher brought out his guitar. It looked so cool. He wanted to learn how to play that.

Bee found himself climbing into Ironhide after the last bell. Lennox waved at one of the teachers that were standing watch and pulled away, but not to the direction of their house. Bee sunk further into his seat, letting out a series of sighs and whines. He had thought Lennox was joking about signing him up for some human self defense/fighting classes.

“It’s for your own good. Ironhide is trying to get in contact with Optimus now to see what we should do, but its not going well. I don’t think you want to be shackled with a bodyguard for the rest of your life, and I don’t want to have to worry every time you leave the house.” If Epps or any of his men found out how much he’s been outright mothering Bee, Lennox would be teased for the rest of his days. That didn’t stop the jack hammering of his heart when he thinks about Bumblebee, his kid, getting captured by the decepticons.

“Chin up, kid. I’ll be sure to mention to Lennox’s crew that he’s a mother hen.” Ironhide promised.

“Saws the one who did the search for ‘the perfect gym’.” Lennox flicked the steering wheel. Ironhide slammed the driver’s seat back in retaliation. Bee couldn’t help but laugh as the human tried to fight the autobot. Which got the attention of both and they formed an alliance against the kid.

Bumblebee scrambled into the back seats of Ironhide, kicking Lennox away as the man came for him. He tucked himself in the corner right behind the driver seat, thinking himself safe. Only for the seat to slam back again.

They pulled into the gym not too long after.

[good-doctor-imagine]

Scar » five

four // six

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: Some shenanigans at the Loser’s sleepover leads to the discovery of your soulmate.

Word Count: 2400+

Warning(s): swearing, a sexual comment, not proofread

It was the weekend before school officially started, before you and Richie had to stop playing at the arcade continuously, before the losers had to stop everything in their lives to do homework or study. Taking this as their last opportunity to do something fun together, the losers decided to have a sleepover. You weren’t technically invited at first, which really didn’t bother you, but Beverly convinced the rest of the losers to let you go as well. The guys didn’t really mind, you were quickly becoming part of the group anyway. Plus, all of the other losers were convinced that there was something going on between you and Richie and thought this would be the perfect opportunity to expose you two.

Beverly’s plan was different. She knew that you had a scar on your hand but she swore that she wouldn’t look for your soulmate. Beverly would never break your promise, but a selfish part of her wanted to understand her own soulmate’s scar. When she noticed a couple of months ago that her own scar blended in with her soulmate’s, her heart stopped. She knew it was one of the losers because she obtained both of them on the same day. Beverly hoped that she could eliminate some possibilities through you finding out who your soulmate was. However, she wasn’t going to go against her word and deliberately seek out the scar that matched yours, she was hoping that it would come more naturally.

You, of course, were clueless about this. You were excited to spend the night with the losers but also a bit nervous given that you were only one of the two girls attending. You trusted the boys and knew that they would do anything to cross the line but you never spent more than an afternoon with all of them before. Just from those afternoons, you knew their dynamic was a bit… rambunctious. It could get very wild very quickly and you wondered if you’d ever get sleep that night. There were two people in the group that would intervene if it ever became too uncontrollable. Mike was the person who put most of the losers in place and sometimes Stanley would help too. However, two people trying to calm down five other people was not too promising in your eyes. Before you left your house, you waved your sleep goodnight and headed to Bill’s house, ready for an all-nighter with permanent markers and warm water.

When you arrived, everyone was there except for Eddie who strolled in shortly after you with red cheeks and a sweaty forehead. “Sorry guys, I had to do the dishes before I left.”

“Aww, mommy made you do the dishes?” Richie sang with a proud smirk on his face.

“Shut up Richie, at least I know how to do the dishes. You’d probably break ten plates before you would successfully clean one.”

Richie was going to bite back at Eddie but was interrupted by Bill who sat in the living room in front of his TV. “S-So,” He started, hands pulling out some VHS tapes from his TV stand, “W-What movie do w-w-we want t-t-to watch f-first?”

Beverly made her way over to Bill and crouched next to him, eyes drifting over the tapes that he pulled out.

“Really? I came here to have some fun, not watch some lame ass movies all night.” Richie whined.

Bill didn’t respond to Richie, instead, he seemed too focused on the girl next to him. His eyes were not moving from her, only moving slightly as Beverly comfortably sat on the floor.

“Okay,” Mike spoke up, “So what should we do instead?”

“Hide and seek?” Ben suggested, his eyes shifting between Bill and Beverly.

“No offense Ben but that game is for sissies,” Beverly smiled, “How about truth or dare?”

“Hell no!” Eddie hollered, “Richie would make me do something like lick the toilet seat or something. There is no way in hell we’re playing that game.”

“You could pick truth,” You responded, although no one seemed to hear you.

“Maybe we could play seven minutes in heaven?” Richie beamed, eyebrows wiggling as he looked at Bill almost like he knew something.

“Beep beep Richie,” Stanley interjected, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh of defeat.

“C’mon Stan, you’re just mad because you can’t get any-”

“OKAY!” Mike once again spoke up, being the mediator of the group. “How about we start with something easy, like a board game or something?”

“Board games?” Richie was quick to jump in, “What are we- eight?”

“You just say that because you know you can’t win a game,” You teased, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re going to regret that sugar,” Richie threatened before turning towards Bill, “Do you have Monopoly?”

“U-Uh, I th-think so,” Bill responded, head snapping from Beverly to Richie. In an almost robotic fashion, Bill stood up from his position next to Bev and traveled to his basement door, hand hesitation before he turned the doorknob to walk in.

It had been a few hours since you started the game, deciding to play with partners so everyone could participate. You were happy that you chose Mike as your partner. Not only did he calculate the decisions you made, but he would also calm you down whenever Richie would try to rile you up. He often made the smart decisions to use your money wisely rather than using it all at once like Richie tried to pressure you to. In the end, you and Mike were the ones that ended with the most money while Richie and Eddie found themselves in third, right behind Bill and Stanley.

“What the fuck?” Richie cursed when Eddie told him how much money he counted. “Are you bad at math or something? Let me see.” Even though Richie recounted the money that was on their side, they still ended up losing.

“Told you you’d be a sore loser,” You sent Richie a teasing smile while patting Mike on the shoulder.

Although Richie was normally quite playful, his response to you was fueled by his competitive nature and underlying humility. “It’s okay because you were riding Mike’s di-”

“I-I-I’m going t-to m-ma-make some popcorn,” Bill spoke before Richie could finish his comment, his face pink as he left the room.

“I’ll come help!” Beverly called after, rushing to go to the kitchen, not noticing Ben’s face fall when she left his side. Of course, Ben tried to cover it up before anyone noticed but you caught him.

“Are you okay, Ben?” Your voice was quiet so you wouldn’t attract the other’s attention.

Richie scoffed at you as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. Eddie rolled his eyes at his best friend, knowing that Richie was staring at you the entire time.

“Oh so now you care about people?” Richie complained, tilting his head roughly to the side making his glasses droop again.

“I only care for people who aren’t assholes like you,” You shot back, your mind completely shifting away from Ben. Ben felt a bit out of place, not sure whether to answer your question anymore.

“Bitch,” Richie shot back, successfully angering you.

“You want to fight?” You shot up, jokingly taking steps to Richie.

Mike put his arm in front of you to make distance between the two of you, once again calming down the situation. “How about we set up for a movie before the popcorn gets cold,” He stated, not even leaving room for comments.

You walked to Bill’s couch, trying not to pay attention to Richie as you walked around him. Plopping onto the furthest side of the couch, you let yourself sink in as you got comfortable. Richie whined again, stomping over to stand in front of you with the corners of his lips pulled down.

“That’s my spot.” Richie stood so close in front of you that you had to pull up your feet so that you wouldn’t touch him. Eddie shook his head and rolled his eyes before sitting next to you, crossing his legs in front of him.

“Really?” You feigned sympathy, leaning forward to look behind you. When you turned around, there was a proud look on your face. “I don’t see your name on it.”

“You can sit on the floor with me,” Ben offered, taking a seat on the carpet.

Instead of fighting, Richie grumbled and took a seat in front of Eddie, making it a point to glare at you.

Sometime in the middle of the movie, you began to notice Richie and Eddie conversing quietly next to you. Eddie was crouched over while Richie leaned up, whispering into his ear causing Eddie to start giggling. To mute himself, Eddie covered his mouth with his palm. When you made eye contact with Eddie your face was contorted in confusion, eyes squinted at him as if you were trying to decipher what they were talking about.

Richie, being the loudmouth asshole he is, sent you a glare and spoke despite the movie that was playing. “What are you looking at, sugar?”

“I could ask you the same question,” You quickly quipped, sending Richie your own nasty look.

“Will you just shut up?” Stanley’s voice boomed from the other side of the room. The glow from the TV allowed you to see part of his face when he rolled his eyes and begrudgingly looked back at the screen.

Although you wanted to say it wasn’t your fault, you just crossed your arms and leaned back into the couch, eyes avoiding Richie and Eddie at all costs. To your surprise, Richie didn’t respond either and turned his attention back to the movie.

Eddie and Richie didn’t try to talk to each other for the rest of the movie. Only after Bill turned the lights on and everyone else started talking about the plot of the movie did they continue their secret conversation. With Eddie and Richie being between you and the rest of the losers, you were bound to get annoyed and a bit suspicious of their whispering and giggling. You didn’t hold back from the hard looks you made sure to shoot at them as you tried to pay attention to everyone else but them.

All of that was thrown out of the window when Eddie just about pounced on you, making you paralyzed from the waist. As you tried to maneuver his body off of you, Richie lunges for your feet, fingers dancing across the bottoms causing you to jump and start to kick.

“W-What are you doing?” You rushed out, the rest of your air lost from your laughter. Richie was giggling as well, telling Eddie to keep his hold despite your protests. He was determined in getting payback for telling him off and what was a better way than making you laugh until you cry?

As you were flailing your limbs around, the heel of your right foot caught the ground and dragged against the floor, pulling your sock from your foot. Noticing this, Richie reaches out for it, knowing that it would be more sensitive than the other with no barrier in between. When he got close, however, he froze. Your movements didn’t stop, your foot swinging up and hitting him in the face, kicking him backward.

Feeling your foot connect with something, you instantly cursed and put all your force into pushing Eddie off of you and onto the cushion beside you.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” You apologized, clambering to the floor in front of Richie. His eyes were wide and unfocused and his face was pale.

Your hand reached towards his face, where there was a growing red mark from your foot colliding with it. Before you could touch it, Richie flinched away, shaking his head. You were surprised, Richie was never one to move away from you.

“Are you okay?” You asked with a more serious tone, afraid that the force of your hit was a bit more powerful than you realized.

Richie was in shock, his mind trying to replay what he just saw. He remembered the time back at the quarry when he swore he saw a line at the bottom of your foot but he convinced himself that it was just him imagining things. Now that he saw it again, he was having trouble denying it. There was no way that his brain could be tricking him again.

“What is that thing on the bottom of your foot?” Richie asked when he found enough courage.

“The bottom of my foot?” You shook your head, beginning to believe that you did hit his head too hard. You glanced at the sole of your foot before focusing your attention back on your injured friend. “Are you talking about my scar?”

Richie didn’t respond, his breath leaving him once again. Now he could confirm that it wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him.

“W-Wait what?” Eddie peered at you. His face was a bit red from the roughhousing just a minute prior. He knew about Richie’s soulmate mark, as well as Stanley and Bill. They were the only people to know other than Richie’s parents.

“Uhh, I-I think we s-sh-should leave th-them alone,” Bill spoke up, leading most of the losers to the kitchen. Eddie didn’t listen to him so Bill just grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

Your mind was completely perplexed at the situation that was unfolding. You had no clue why Bill wanted you and Richie to be left alone, or why Richie was so quiet.

After a few more moments of silence, you decided to question Richie again. “Richie, what’s going on?”

The curly-haired brunette swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. “How did you get that scar on your foot?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and throw a tantrum. You just wanted to know what was going on, not talk about the scar you’ve had since you were little.

Begrudgingly, you decided to tell him anyway. “I was pretty energetic when I was two and didn’t listen to my parents when I stepped on some glass.” You were expecting for Richie to follow up after, but he just nodded his head, eyes wandering off and glazing over as if he was lost in his head. You started to get annoyed, starting to feel dumb from not understanding what was happening. “Richie, what the hell is going on?”

He, of course, did not answer your question. Instead, he avoided it by asking a question of his own. “Do you have any other scars?”

“Yeah, Richie,” You scoffed, letting yourself roll your eyes, “I have one on the palm of my hand. Now tell me what the fuck is happening.”

Once again, Richie failed to answer your question. His hands took a hold of your left, forcefully turning it around so your palm was facing the ceiling, revealing the scar that formed a few weeks earlier.

“Holy shit,” Richie swore under his breath, eyes not leaving your palm.

“What, Richie?” You snapped. Just as you were retracting your hand, Richie took his left hand and flipped it over, uncovering a scar that was identical to yours.

“Holy shit.”

six

Masterlist

[percywinchester27]

About a boy (Part-8)

Word count: 4.7K

Warning: Suspense, feels, physical abuse, child-trafficking and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: I’m sorry this part is so delayed. Life got to me in a not so nice way. I will try my best to be better from now on <3

All my love to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​​​​​ and @deanssweetheart23​​​​​ for beta reading this story <3

About a boy masterlist

“Sometimes I think that some of these kids dye their hair,” Will muttered, kicking a stone out of the way. “There can’t possibly be that many brown haired boys.”

“You have brown hair,” Cas pointed out mildly, feeling sympathetic towards the boy.

“But my name isn’t Sam!” Will exhaled, attacking another stone. 

The two of them were walking back from school. Dean had waited back for some extra class, and on the way out Cas had bumped into Will, who had been in a dark, brooding mood. Only now did he know that it was because of an abundance of dark haired boys.

“I feel like I’m disappointing Dean,” Will admitted. “But I swear there isn’t another Sam on the floor, unless some kid is hiding his real name for whatever reason. The only other thing Dean gave me to go by, was that Sam has brown hair. But that is most boys.” His voice was full of despair. 

“You’re being harsh on yourself, Will,” Cas soothed, placing a hand on Will’s shoulder. “There isn’t much to go on here and Dean knows that. He isn’t going to be disappointed.”

“I had to do this one thing, and I’m wretched at it,” Will moaned, seemingly not having accepted a word of what Cas had said. 

He is used to always having a solution, Cas thought. Will attempted math Olympiads for fun. He was smart enough to fuse out the fire alarm system. He was the sort of boy who was used to getting solutions for his problems, answers for mysteries, and now that he couldn’t figure this one out, it was bothering him. But there was also one other thing. Will was probably used to being self sufficient. He had always made his own bed and clapped his own back. Now, there was Dean.

Cas realised, Will looked upto Dean. The way he hung on to Dean’s every word like it was a gospel. How he glowed when Dean lightly made fun of him, teased him or even called him a dumb-ass. Behind Will’s disappointment was his inherent desire for praise, and not any praise, but Dean’s praise.

Cas felt a deep pang in his stomach, a swell of empathy. He had seen so many kids yearn for attention, for a drop of love in this place where everyone was lonely together. Will was no different. He’d never had anyone to appreciate his intellect. Lots of parents would have sold their souls for a prodigal child like Will. But here he was looking for acceptance from a boy who was looking for something else, someone else.

With a heavy heart, he said, “We’ll keep looking, Will. We’ll find Sam.”

The boy looked up, hazel eyes round, the question in them clear as the day. Who is Sam? But he didn’t ask. Maybe something about Cas’s expression made it clear that he wouldn’t answer. It wasn’t his secret to tell anyway. Besides, he had no business dragging a kid into this. Especially a kid residing on the 4th floor. Cas shuddered.

Will cast another look, but didn’t talk for the rest of the way back.

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“Damn it!” Dean cursed as he stumbled over a rough patch of land. It had been three days since the fire alarm incidence and he could only barely manage to walk by himself. Of course today had to be the day when the calculus teacher extended the class. Ordinarily, Dean would have ditched in favor of having a steady support in Cas to walk back, but he paid attention in calculus. After all, he had promised to help Will out with it. So much for that crazy kid’s expedition to champion math! Which was why Dean took meticulous notes and for that, he had to wait back.

Apart from having to stumble all the way back, Dean didn’t really mind walking alone. Cas had been hovering over protectively over Dean at all times, worrying that if he was left alone, Michael’s goons might ambush him and finish what they started that night. As it turned out, Cas needn’t have worried at all. All his fears had been put to rest when the Principal had called Dean and Cas and asked about their bruises. Apparently, the nurse had made a formal request to the principal to look into the matter. Dean hadn’t given names, but the word got out and the said gang of goons started skirting him. It had still taken a quarter hours reassurance to get Cas to leave without him. 

Now his legs ached, his lungs screamed in protest. I’m experiencing old age at fifteen, Dean thought wryly as he pushed the gate of bell stone open. He heard the voices before the scene around the corner met his eyes.

A woman’s voice was echoing in the yard, high and poignant and authoritative. The familiarity and hope of just seeing someone he knew had Dean running despite the pain shooting up his foot. He wasn’t wrong. 

There she was standing tall and thin, with short brown hair, and the sheriffs uniform crisply cutting a formidable figure before him. Even though her back was to him, Dean knew it was her.

Jody.

He started rushing towards her, then abruptly stopped, the realisation hitting him like a block of ice. No one knew that he knew Jody. He couldn’t just barge in like that and blow his cover and their plan. The sight of her induced such homesickness, Dean staggered to the tree next to him, falling back against it for support. He felt like his legs might give out anytime. 

Even if he did meet her, what was he going to tell her? He’d made no progress when it came to the Stynes. Jody had put all her trust in him, risked arguments with authoritative people to get him in and he had nothing for her. He had no clue about where all the kids were disappearing off to. Shame and guilt flared up inside him and he lowered himself on the ground, disappearing completely from her line of vision.

He had disappointed her. 

“Officer,” someone cleared his throat. Dean recognised Andy. He sounded uncomfortable and scared. “It wasn’t really my fault, you see.”

“Not your fault?” Jody thundered. “Locking up kids like that on floors? And don’t you lie to me, I saw the grills myself.”

“They’re old, rusted and just there, doesn’t mean we use them,” Andy stuttered. He was much taller than Jody, but right now she seemed to tower over him.

“Do you take me for an idiot? I rolled one of those down, and for iron so rusted, it sure slid down smoothly.”

Despite the reeling shame, Dean wanted to whoop out loud. Jody was one of the smartest people he knew, and badass. Andy was in for it.

“We searched the whole place thoroughly, and those kids live in horrible conditions,” she said. “This place is a living hazard. You call it a boys home?” And what of the left wing?” she pressed, disgusted.

Dean dared to raise his head above the shrubbery just a little bit to peer into the opening. Jody was standing along with two other police officers, all of them in uniform. Andy was just a few feet away, visibly displaced, and Garth was hovering in the background, for apparently no other reason than to provide staff support to Andy. Garth seemed disinterested in the exchange and was fiddling with the dials on his walkman.

“The left wing is not in my jurisdiction. It’s always locked up. It doesn’t belong to the orphanage.” Andy’s voice was reedy.

Jody put her hands on her hips. “Really?” There was a dangerous edge to her tone. “And you don’t have the keys.”

“No,” Andy lied through his teeth. That asshole. 

If Dean had had any reservations about whether or not Andy knew what was up in this place, they were shattered right then and there. He was in this with the Stynes.

Jody turned to the police officer next to her. “Alright, Andrew, we’re breaking in.”

“Do you have a warrant to search the place?” Andy questioned. Dean swore under his breath. This man actually had the audacity to act superior. Dean tried to raise his head further to get a better view, to see the expression on Jody’s face. His foot slipped and fell back on the ground with a crash.

“Who’s there?” Andy said sharply.

“Shit!” 

“Get up,” Jody ordered, and Dean, after muttering a few more choice words, staggered to his feet and raised his hands. “It’s me.”

Andy’s face turned red, the suppressed anger making its appearance. “Winchester!” he bellowed, “What the f-... hell are you doing there?”

“I-I fell down,” he said hurriedly. “Was coming back from school.”

“From behind the bush?” It was Jody. “Higgs, what’s this boy doing here?”

Dean noted with detachment that he’d actually never known what Andy’s last name was. He avoided meeting Jody’s gaze.

“Look up!” Jody ordered, and Dean did so; slowly.

It was there for a split second, but Dean saw it in her brown eyes as they widened. A complex emotion; a mixture of relief, tenderness, pain… and then horror… anger.

“Higgs.” Jody’s voice was low, but it was so full of anger, loathing, that Dean backpedalled. “What the hell,” she said, seething, “happened to his face?”

Andy looked at Dean properly for the first time and paled. The angry red patches on his cheeks disappeared quickly. “I-I don’t know,” he said, running a hand across his face nervously. “You know how they get sometimes. Boys will be boys.”

But Jody was having none of Andy’s shit. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled his face to her level. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t drag your ass back to the station for allowing child abuse.” She looked dangerous, and Dean truly understood why everyone with ill-intent back home ran in the opposite direction when they saw her car. 

Dean knew she couldn’t actually haul Andy to the station. This wasn’t her area of jurisdiction. This was just part of her case. And even if she could get the local PD to do this, it threatened their whole operation. Sniffing police interference, the Stynes might completely move their base. Children would keep disappearing and Dean would lose his only chance of finding Sam.

Andy stammered a mumbled explanation as Jody pushed him roughly. Dean didn’t hear a word of what Andy was saying, for Jody had turned to look at him, and Dean braced himself for the disappointment in them. Not only had he failed her so far in the operation, he’d managed to get his ass kicked spectacularly, too. In fact, his bruises were better now, light purple to yellow in some parts and the swelling almost gone in others. 

When Dean looked up, Jody had squared her shoulders to face only him. Her eyes were blazing, though not with dismay or any hint of let down. There was only regret and pain there and so much worry that Dean felt he would drown in it. 

He was reeling. Suddenly he was standing in the front space of Bobby’s house, Jody looking down at him not with anger but worry when he’d first rigged a car. The day when he’d caught Bobby and her sitting on the porch steps and how hastily she had withdrawn her hand from Bobby’s when she’d seen Dean walk towards. He remembered the sun light squinting off the wooden table and how she had been nervously running her fingers along the edge of the table when Bobby told him they were seeing each other. Jody who was never nervous, only scary, had cared about what Dean, who wasn’t even Bobby’s son, had to say about their relationship. 

Dean remembered all the times she had driven by early so she could drop Dean off at school when Bobby was out of town. he had hated being driven around in the sheriff’s car. It was like announcing ‘don’t be friends with me, I know the sheriff.’ He’d barely ever spoken a word to her then. Suddenly there had been casseroles on holidays and real food on the table on Sunday mornings, instead of whatever mix Bobby put on the table in his hungover state.

All the sneaking around, whispers that were quieted too quickly so it wouldn’t make Dean awkward. The hope in her eyes when he sipped the coffee that she had made on mornings that she’d stayed over. She would almost always get it wrong by adding sugar, when Dean liked his black. Only now, after he had lived in this hell hole, did he realise the sort of luxury he’d had. He was no different from all the boys living in the orphanage. His parents were as dead and cold in their graves as the others’. But unlike them, he’d always had a room of his own, no worry where his next meal came from. He’d had gruff ‘good mornings’ from Bobby and shenanigans in his garage. And unexpectedly, softness from a woman who made her living by being firm.

Tears burned at the back of Dean’s throat and he blinked rapidly, still unable to take his eyes off of hers. Of course there would be no disappointment in those eyes… only care and… love. Jody’s eyes shone with unshed tears of her own, and he could see her desperately trying to get a grip. 

“I got punched at school,” Dean said through a thick throat. “It wasn’t anybody’s fault.” He fervently hoped that behind his words, she heard what he truly wanted to say. It wasn’t your fault, Jody. None of this is. Please don’t pull me out of here. For the both of us.

She had wanted this one win in that male dominated department where she was better by ten times than any idiot. And he wanted… no, he needed to find Sam. He stared intently back at her, willing her to understand. At long last, she nodded. A quick jerk of her chin.

“Alright,” she said hoarsely. Dean hoped that the others interpreted it as anger. “Get going then. Next time I hear of you breaking into fights, I’ll admit you to a juvie myself. You get that?”

Dean nodded.

“Off you go,” she ordered in what was supposed to be a stern voice. Then, she very deliberately raised her hand, as if to shoo him off, and pointed it to the side of the orphanage. Even though the main door was right in front. Something glinted off her finger as it caught the Sun, and Dean caught his breath. It was a thin gold band, plain but solid, resting on the second finger.

He had to bite his lips so as to not betray a reaction.

She widened her eyes. GO.

Dean turned on his heel and headed towards the side she had pointed towards, completely bypassing the main door. In the distance he could hear Jody ordering Andy and the others off towards the left wing, even if just for the heck of it. Leading them away, he realised, away from him.

He increased his pace and turned around the corner. Dean rarely visited this part of the ground. Mostly because there was an old barnhouse there that totally creeped him out. Once upon a time, when the orphanage hadn’t actually been an orphanage but a handsome, inhabited manor, the barhouse used to house actual animals- poultry, horses and pigs. Now it was just as dilapidated as the manor house if not more. The timber girders were sagging under the dead load of the disrupted roof. The planks that made up the walls had been eaten into by termites, and cobwebs adorned the facade extensively. Of course it gave Dean the creepers. Of course he’d never even been slightly tempted to go in. But as he inspected the barren building, he noticed, to his surprise, that the door was ajar.

Dean knew the barn-house was used as a storage for things so old that even the Orphanage didn’t want it inside, which was saying something. Dean and Cas often joked that the only use it would be would be if they used it as kindling and set it on fire. At least one night wouldn’t be so cold anymore. The trepidation he felt as he stepped inside the threshold now, was very real. 

Inside, everything was at least five times dustier than what he thought it would be. And so much darker. Silhouetted against the broken furniture and wardrobes was a man. He was wearing plaid underneath a thick flannel jacket and a baseball cap. Scruffy beard covered his face. A face with all too many frown lines, but laugh lines around his eyes. A face that was more familiar to Dean than any other.

Before he knew it, Dean was bounding forwards till his face was pressed against the soft cotton of the man’s shirt.

“Bobby!” Dean let out a strangled dry sob. 

It was too much. The weeks and weeks of living in this hell house, the constant fear for Sam, of not finding Sam, all came crashing down. Then there was that other feeling, one that almost made him feel ashamed. If Dean didn’t know better, he’d say it was a feeling of… belonging. But how could he belong to this place? He hated every brick of the orphanage. A place that caged children. His Sam... Cas and Will. Maybe the belonging wasn’t with the place… but with the people.

“Hush,” Bobby said gruffly, patting Dean’s shoulder. Dean noticed that his voice was thicker than usual. Bobby cleared his throat. “It’s alright, my boy.”

Dean didn’t want to let go of Bobby. Not just because he had missed Bobby terribly, but because he’d never actually ever hugged Bobby like this. He didn’t know what to expect when he pulled back. 

When he did, there was only fierceness in Bobby’s eyes. Fierceness and fear. Not unlike Dean’s own fear for his brother and friends. A disjointed part of his mind wondered if love and fear were always this connected. And how it had taken him a trip to this goddamn place to feel both of those emotions so viscerally.

Bobby was still looking down at him, his lashes were wet. Dean had to look away.

“What are you doing here?” Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged. “I heard about the fire from Jody. I-I was worried.” he hesitated, then added. “I needed to know that you were fine. I know you’re… well, you’re scared of fire.”

Dean had never said it, but Bobby was there in the early days when Dean even flinched from the stove fire. 

That still didn’t answer the question.

“I mean, what’re you doing here?” Dean gestured to the out house.

Bobby cleared his throat once more. “Sneaked in. Had to see you. I had to beg with Jody so I could tag along. Her only condition- no one could see me.”

“Jody!” Dean suddenly remembered, then threw a finger towards Bobby. “You’re getting married?”

Bobby shuffled from one foot to another, almost looking nervous. “Yeah. I had that ring made for a while now, since before you left. And I meant to ask you before asking her… but she found it in the back pocket of my pants and well, the damn cat was out of the bag.”

Dean stared. 

Romantic proposal was one thing. He hadn’t really expected Bobby to put on fairy lights around the house and fill the front yard with rose petals, but the proposal could have been more than her accidentally stumbling upon the ring. Dean wanted to shake his head indulgently at Bobby’s complete and utter lack of romantic timing. Maybe Jody liked that sort of spontaneous thing. Who knew? 

There was something in Bobby’s words that stopped Dean from acting upon his amusement.

“You said you wanted to ask me?” Dean asked flatly.

Bobby looked even more nervous if that was possible. “It is your home, Dean. I wanted to ask you if it was alright with you.” He looked at Dean with a worried expression.

This time Dean really did shake his head. “Bobby, you crazy old man,” Dean laughed. “Of course I’m happy for you. Jody is a badass.”

Bobby’s eyes softened, and his shoulders relaxed. “She wanted you to know, too. Said it didn’t count as engagement if you weren’t in on it.”

The tears had just subsided, but Dean’s throat burned with them again. 

“Bobby,” he said, his voice rough. “You getting married to Jody would be the best damn thing to happen to our home.”

Bobby beamed. His whole face lit up, and for a second Dean could almost feel the homely warmth of Bobby’s kitchen in the cold, dusty barnhouse. Then Bobby’s smile slid.

“What’re you doing here, kid?” Bobby asked, his face screwing up in his classic frown. He always tried to look annoyed when he was feeling something, Dean remembered fondly. “Come home. The place feels just like an empty car dump without you annoying my gourd,” he said pointing to his head.

Dean wanted to smile at Bobby’s attempt to lighten the tone, though it didn’t take a keen eye to see the wetness of his lashes, hear the gruffness of his voice.

“Sam…” Dean started.

“Sam’s… Sam’s a ghost story, Dean!” Bobby almost gasped, as if he’d tried too hard to not say those words, but they had escaped him anyway. Dean’s heart seemed to crack just a bit. He could see that Bobby loved him. Like his own son. But for Bobby, Sam was still his friend’s son, who was lost. He had no connection to Sam whatsoever. 

All these years, through hot grizzly afternoons and through cold shivery winter nights, that blood bond was what had kept Dean awake, picturing horrors that might have been happening to his brother who was still out there somewhere. Who knew? Maybe waiting for his older brother. Dean had held on to it, steadfast, never giving up. But somewhere through the years, Bobby had.

Dean didn’t begrudge Bobby the non-attachment, but if only he understood that finding Sam was the purpose of life for Dean, especially now that there was a ray of hope, now that he was so close to discovering the truth.

Perhaps Bobby understood too well, because he put his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Shouldn’t have said that,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I just worry about you.” His eyes roved over Dean’s face. “Look at all of his,” he gestured vaguely at the bruises. 

“It’s nothing, Bobby,”

“Exactly!” Bobby pointed out. “It could get so much worse.” But something about Dean’s look made Bobby’s shoulders slump. It was clear that Dean wasn’t going to give up on this.

With a resigned gesture of his arms, Bobby turned around and produced a wooden box from behind. The box wasn’t ornate but, the rosewood exterior had a pristine quality to it, as if the box had been in existence since a long, long time.

“Here.” Bobby’s voice was heavy, and his eyes had that look… the one that made him look older than he was. “Take it.”

“What is it?” Dean asked, running his fingers over the rough exterior of the dark wood. 

Bobby didn’t answer, and Dean clicked the lock on it. The lid opened easily enough. Inside was a collection of mismatched things. There was a small knife, a little charm bracelet, a figurine of a peaceful looking baby angel and among other things a bundle of photos. Images after images of his family… of faces that he was afraid he was beginning to forget. Photographs from his parents' wedding, in front of their lawn, from his childhood, dad hugging mom in front of a sleek black car.

“Your dad loved that thing,” Bobby murmured, but Dean barely paid attention. He was hungrily flipping through the bundle, his hands shaking. At the very end, there were pictures of a small baby, clicked in a series. Small chubby hands held out, rosy cheeks, light brown hair and a laugh that seemed to reach out of the picture itself. 

Dean didn’t know whether to simply keep looking at the picture- because at this point his eyes were simply devouring it- or shut the box, just so he could control his feelings, get a grip on his wildly failing heart.

“Where?” he stammered, shutting the box as the later instinct won. “Where did you find these?” Even to his own ears, Dean’s voice sounded strangled.

“I’ve always had them,” Bobby said, then gauging Dean’s outrage quickly added, “I wanted you to move on, Dean. When you first came to live with me, you didn’t talk for half a year. It was like living with a shadow. I didn’t want you to get lost in the past and never resurface from whatever goddamned dark depth you had fallen into. And then when you started talking, and it looked like you were finally going to get a childhood, I didn’t want you to lose yourself in a false hope.”

“So you never gave these to me?” Dean glared. He could feel the blood rising to his face, his fingers balling into fists.

Bobby squared his shoulders. “Damn right I never gave you those. And I won’t feel sorry for hoping that you’d give up on the crazy mission to find Sam. You were just a kid, Dean. You still are, and from what I knew, I truly believed Sam was lost.” His voice cracked.

Just like that Dean felt all the anger leave him, his body deflating. Suddenly he felt tired, bone weary. His legs gave out from under him and he collapsed onto a dusty trunk. What was the point of being mad? It was not like Bobby had kept his childhood from him. Dean still had his mother’s picture by the side of his bed. His dad’s first sawed off and baseball glove on the wall. He’d always had mementos to remember his parents by. The only things new were Sam’s pictures. And what was even the point in blaming Bobby. All he wanted was to help Dean. Besides, Bobby had left no stone unturned in his time to find Sam.

“Why are you giving this to me now?” Dean asked, head bent low, all energy simply draining out of him.

Bobby lowered himself to Dean’s level, hand back on his shoulders, “Because now it might actually help you.”

Dean couldn’t help himself. He flung his arms around Bobby once more. This was more hugging than maybe all of their time together, but Dean simply didn’t care. “I can’t wait to be back,” he admitted, his voice muffled against Bobby’s shoulder.

Bobby chuckled dryly. “Can’t wait to have you back either, kid.”

After a moment he let go, patting Dean’s back in quick succession. “You still remember about the pager, right?”

Dean nodded, now slightly awkward. “I’ll send out a flare if there is ever an emergency.” Secretly Dean knew he wasn’t going to do it until he found Sam because that would mean an immediate rescue and permanent goodbye to this place.

Bobby gave him one more hard look, then nodded and walked out of the barnhouse. Goodbyes weren’t really his thing.

Dean knew that they couldn’t have left together, too much risk, so he waited for a few minutes, then slipped out, too, the box clutched tightly in his hands. He felt both lighthearted and also awfully homesick at the same time. So lost was he in his own feelings that he never noticed the shadow move from the side of the barnhouse where it had been lodged for a while now, and come face to face with him.

Dean ran headfirst into the wall of black, then staggered backwards.

“Benny!” he said, surprised as he looked into the shadowed face.

Benny’s face looked impassive, his eyes however were narrowed. “That police woman looked like she wanted to smother you in hugs.Your old man looks pretty solid and caring and alive. Care to tell me who is this Sam you’re looking for, Winchester?”

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♡ pairing; amusement park worker!namjoon x reader (f)

♡ genre; fluff, romance, sorta unrequited love? high school au, summer break au

♡  wc; 6k+

♡ summary; namjoon, aka “joonie,” the sweet boy who is known for being a teacher’s pet and gaining straight A’s at school, decides to gain some money over the summer by working at an amusement park. the job is really nothing all that special, just an easy way for some cash, that is, until you come along.

The park grounds were unbearably hot.

As the weather progressed throughout the day from the beautiful, dew dropped morning to the blistering heat that everyone knew would come, the children running around were still squealing in delight, seemingly oblivious to the scorching sun that was currently pounding down on Namjoon.

His uniform consisted of a simple white button-up shirt with the amusement park’s signature sea crab with cute, large eyes printed on the breast pocket along with khaki shorts. It barely did anything to relieve him of the terrible summer weather.

He worked the infamous ferris wheel at his town’s seasonal theme park, although this was only his second year operating it, so it wasn’t like he was an expert. He typically got plenty of traffic to the ride since lots of couples like to come and make out at the very top, the exception of a few people who just want to genuinely enjoy the ride, but he doesn’t allow himself to complain.

Oh no, Kim Namjoon, or “Joonie,” the sweet boy who never lets a smile slip from his giftedly plump lips and always says “please” and “thank you” when appropriate, would never let a single complaint out. He was eternally grateful for the owners of the park for allowing him to keep this job, since he tended to be pretty clumsy with the equipment. He lost count how many times he accidentally lost the keys to the machine.

So as Namjoon stood stiff in front of the machine which controlled the ferris wheel, the pleasingly tanned tone of his skin practically glimmering against the afternoon light of the sun, he continued his usual routine.

Smiling and greeting the waiting people in line, those who were excited to catch a less-than-exciting glimpse of the town they’ve lived in for probably their whole lives, Namjoon wasn’t quite prepared for when his eyes slowly drifted along the awaiting crowd before him. What he saw sent his mind into a nervous frenzy, his palms almost instinctively beginning to moisten with perspiration.

What he saw was you.

He hadn’t seen you for about a week now, since summer break had just begun, but he was most definitely not expecting to see you here. You were the girl who was always seen with the bubbly, loud kids at the large table at his lunch period. He never dared to speak to you in person, but he has practically memorized such small, little things about you already. Like the way when you laugh, you immediately cover your mouth with the back of your hand and tilt your head back, the creases on the bridge of your nose always sending his heart pounding like crazy in his chest. Or when you get frustrated with something, such as trying to solve a problem in math class, you huff under your breath and twirl your hair around your finger as a sign of stress.

But most of all, he loved watching you talk.

You were such a loud, flamboyant talker, most people would find it annoying.

But when you talked, everyone listened. It seemed like everyone was interested in what you had to say, because you were interesting. You were fun and loud, and you always tried your best to include everyone in the group in the conversation. He couldn’t find a single damn thing wrong with you.

He remembered a single time in debate class, one of the few classes he actually had you in, the room was discussing a topic regarding the way school boards are currently handling issues. You had been expressing your own views, making eye contact with every person involved, while his own head was down, although he was desperately hanging onto every word you uttered (without your knowing of course.) Suddenly, you had shifted your attention elsewhere, and you had stopped talking. He thought to look up, to see what had caused you to stop so abruptly, when the most foreign sound passed through his eardrums.

“Joon, what do you think?”

You had spoken to him. Directly spoken to him, and even called out his name.

He still counts that as one of the happiest days of his life in school, even if the only response he managed to give was a rushed shrug of his shoulders and a rushed out “Uh, I’m not sure, may I go to the restroom please, Miss?” as he pathetically tried to conceal the glowing rosiness of his tan cheeks.

Just thinking about the memory causes his heart to drop into his stomach and his sharp features to begin turning red. However, before he could barely even bring himself back to the present, the sudden waving of a hand in front of his eyes caused him to jump, his fluffy, light colored hair flopping out of his vision.

Looking down, due to his tall stature, his throat tightened at seeing your frame standing directly in front of him, although cool iron bars that reached his hips blocked your bodies from making contact.

Your giggle filtered through his ears, your voice high pitched in a teasing tone. “Hey, are you still here? We have our tickets to ride, it’s four per person right?” You had asked, your soft lips curled upwards in a patient manner.

You always smelled so nice. He could smell your perfume with you so close - it was intoxicating, and he could breathe it in all day if he could.

“O-Oh! Yeah, s-sorry about that,” he struggled to speak, his large hands fumbling as he reached out to take up the tickets which you and your group of friends held out, each in a straight line behind the other, with you standing in the very front.

“It’s okay, it’s because of the heat right? It’s almost boiling out here today! After we ride some rides, we’re probably going to head over to Minwoo’s house to cool off in the pool,” you casually had stated to him, handing over your individual four tickets for him to take up.

Controlling his shaky hands at your beautiful, close presence, he released a nervous laugh as he stuffed them inside the box dedicated to collecting the riders’ tickets.

“Yeah, uh, that sounds nice!” He attempted to sound happy for your activities for the day, although he could barely contain the slight upset that struck his vocal chords due to remembering the one fact he hated the most.

He would never admit this out loud, but he liked you, a lot. He always was grateful for your happiness, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to accept some of your reckless decisions you liked to make.

Such as dating the one guy he truly could say he disliked the most out of everyone he’s ever met at this school; Minwoo.

He was extremely narcissistic, and quite possibly the most obnoxious person at school. Of course, like the nice boy he is, he powered through it, and accepted his fate as the guy who’ll never be able to hold your hand or call you his girlfriend. Just thinking of your name and that word in the same sentence causes tingles to rise up his arms.

As he accepted the last ticket, the last person being Minwoo himself, Namjoon sighed, the corners of his lips begging to twist downwards, but like always, he fought it. He could never bring himself to say how he feels around you. You made him weak to the knees.

Glumly watching you and your equally as loud friends excitingly climb the level of steps that led up to the available ferris wheel pods, you and Minwoo gathered together in one, huddling beside each other, huge smiles adorning your faces as your small hands wrapped firmly around his bicep.

His dark eyes traveled across your gentle, genuinely happy face, and couldn’t help the searing want that ripped through his beating heart as he activated the ride to move onto the next pod to allow your remaining friends to scrunch together. As your figure got further away as the ride gradually kept rising upwards, taking occasional pauses to allow the riders a look around, his lips pursed together in disappointment as he realized he would never be able to be the one to be pressed against your side.

He imagined your delicate hands wrapping around his waist, palms flat against his back as you raised upwards on your tiptoes, your heated breath brushing against his slightly parted mouth, practically begging for your own to advance. He would be able to feel your chest confined to his own due to his arms having looped around your smaller body, leaning down to accept the divine sensation of both of your lips connecting in a passionate, lingering kiss. A kiss that would leave him wanting more, more of you and your taste.

Is it getting even hotter out here?

Swinging his arm up to his forehead, he compressed his palm to the heated flesh, roughly dragging his limb across his head to get rid of the faint sweat droplets that had gathered there due to the blistering sun, and of course, no other reason.

As the ferris wheel continued to slowly drift upwards, revealing more of their simple yet quaint town, Namjoon paused in taking up tickets as there was no longer any room on the ride. Thinking quietly to himself of all the fantasies he wish were true, he barely noticed when the ride had made a full loop.

Quickly pressing his long fingers into the buttons, he followed the routine, memorized movements that allowed each passenger to get off before giving the next pod a turn. With no hesitance or lack of confidence in his actions, the final pod had leveled with the staircase. However, his Adam’s apple momentarily bobbed in anxiety upon hearing your squealing laugh breaching his eardrums.

He wonders if he could ever make you laugh like that someday.

Once your group had begun to step down the steps on the opposite side of the machine he operated, he barely had began taking up tickets for the next round of people before he felt a strange sensation along his shoulder, nearly touching his shoulder blade. Blinking, his small eyes squinted against the bright rays of the sun as he turned around, craning his neck to glance behind him.

Oh god. It was you. You were touching him. He might actually pass out.

“Y-Yes?” He choked out, his eyebrows abruptly shooting upwards in a tense, surprised motion as your fingers eventually drifted away from his covered shoulder.

“I was just wondering, would you want to come hang out with us after your shift at Minwoo’s place? You look like you’ll need some relaxation after this, especially standing out here in this heat. You don’t have to if you don’t want to!” You kindly suggested, the corners of your lips turned upwards in a friendly, considerate grin.

He could barely believe what he was hearing. You were....inviting him to hang out with you guys? This is it. This is the day he officially lost his mind. Is this real life?

“O-Oh, really..? Are you sure? I-I mean my shift is over soon, but is Minwoo okay with it?” Namjoon stuttered, hardly able to keep his mind in check as it was running a million miles a minute. Your short giggle was what broke him out of his dizzying trance.

“Of course! He doesn’t mind. I’ll meet you at the front gates after your shift then?” You clarified, already beginning to twist your body to turn back towards your friends.

“Yes,” he breathed out, his pupils dilating as the situation fully registered in his brain.

“Great! See you later!” You called out, excitedly waving your smaller hand in the air, rushing back towards your boyfriend and your friends, your high-pitched voice gradually dissipating the more distance you put between each other.

“Oh my god what the hell did I just get myself into? I can’t act normal in front of her! I’m going to fall in the pool or...or they’ll think I’m some sort of square or something that doesn’t know how to talk to people and embarrass myself and then she’ll never invite me to hang out ever again-” he rambled, his lips frantically forming each word as he clutched the sides of his head, scrunching his strands of blonde hair. In the middle of his mental breakdown, he heard the deep clearing of a voice from behind him.

Swiveling around, he realized he still had a line of customers to attend to. Once again, his tan cheeks flared up in humiliation.

“Sorry about that uh- enjoy the ride,” he mumbled, keeping his dark eyes pinned downwards in order to not further embarrass himself as he took up the tickets handed out to him.

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The jingling of keys was the only sound that surrounded him, the metal dangling from his fingers as he spun on his heel. This was always what happened at the end of his shift. He had to transfer the keys to the guy who worked the night shift, while Namjoon worked the morning/afternoon. He preferred it that way too.

Quickly hanging up the keys in their correct place for the other guy to come pick them up when he came to work, he lingered in the back momentarily, the clicking sound of his locker opening reverberating in the small room. There was two walls of lockers for all of the workers at the park, as well as two long benches situated in the middle. He always brought a change of clothes with him to work, thankfully, so he didn’t have to worry about wearing his ugly work clothes to the swimming pool.

Oh god, the swimming pool. He nearly forgot. Maybe..Maybe he can do a raincheck? Would that make him even more lame?

“Why am I such an idiot? Why can’t I just..speak to her for once like a normal person?” He huffed aloud, speaking to himself as he threw his shirt off, cringing at the cheesy picture of the crab. Throwing it inside his duffel back he carried, he quickly switched into a casual button-up black and white striped shirt, ruffling his hair back onto his forehead as he focused on buttoning his clothes.

As his legs now acquired simple dark shorts that reached his knees, he easily slipped his regular shoes on, slamming his locker closed as he began to hear the other workers situated elsewhere in the locker room doing the same, the shuffling around him becoming background noise.

Making his way out of the employees only area, Joon shyly glanced around, unsure if you and your friends were still out and about. Maybe you had left already and got impatient waiting on him. Although he definitely wouldn’t mind having to skip this unexpected, yet expectedly embarrassing situation, he still couldn’t help the slight disappointment at the thought of you having given up on him. Maybe you had been messing with him.

As these thoughts entered his mind and lingered there, his steps crunched along the grass and gravel walkway, passing by the other rides that were still operating, their neon lights shining against his irises, enhancing his features.

Breaching the gateway that separated the amusement parking lot from the regular roads, he blinked, hardly able to believe his eyes at what he was seeing.

You, again.

You were waiting for him, by yourself. All alone. Where were your friends?

“Oh, there you are Joonie!” You shouted above the faint screams and giggles of adults and kids alike in the background. “Everyone else got tired of waiting outside so they’re already in the car. I volunteered to wait for you!” You stated casually, shrugging your shoulders as your infamous smile continued to grace your gentle features.

His heart immediately increased in pace at your words. You..volunteered to wait for him?

“T-Thanks, Y/N,” he mumbled, scared if you had heard him or not as he began to step closer to your being, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag along his skinny yet tough shoulder.

Your teasing laugh pleasingly passed through his ears as you began to lead the way to your boyfriend’s car.

“That’s funny, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say my name before! I was scared you didn’t know who I was and I was just making you uncomfortable. Sorry for just asking you to hang out so randomly earlier, I just figured you might want to have some fun with us after having to work here all day. You don’t mind, do you?” You blabbered, his mind barely able to keep up with the fast pace of your feet, as well as your mouth.

Namjoon really doesn’t know how long he’s going to last with you. This might just be his death day.

“It’s totally fine! I-uh, I was really bored so no need to worry,” he laughed nervously, trying to get into a joyful mood and not express the inner panic that poked at his brain.

Before he knew it, you two were standing in front of a large truck, conveniently big enough to fit all of them. He could see the faint outlines of your friends’ heads inside of the dark windows, moving around.

“Come on then! I hope you’re okay with getting wet in those clothes,” you reminded casually, barely noticing the abrupt movement of Namjoon’s throat at the thought of possibly seeing you in a swimsuit.

“You’ll be in the back with Mina and Hyeon, hope you don’t mind,” your voice called out to him as you stepped around the nose of the truck, maneuvering to the other side in order to gain access to the passenger door, your boyfriend situated in the driver’s seat.

“Nope,” he sighed, gripping the door handle with his right hand and tugging the door open, the sound echoing throughout the vehicle as he hesitantly lifted his legs to step inside, ducking his head to avoid hitting the roof of the car due to his tall height.

“H-Hey,” he stuttered, already beginning to feel the sweat break out along the back of his neck as six eyes immediately darted to his figure, your own too busy focusing on clicking your seatbelt around your frame.

“Guys, this is Joonie, he’s in our lunch and my mathematics and debate class. He’s hanging out with us, remember?” You reminded calmly, probably trying to get them to stop staring at him like he’s the worst possible thing that could have possibly opened that car door.

Silently climbing into the back seat next to Hyeon, his lips remained pressed tight together in a flat line as he passed the stretchy material of the seatbelt over his torso.

Feeling the movement of the tires beginning to take off, exiting the compound of the amusement park, he swallowed a rather small portion of saliva in an attempt to calm his nerves, his throat seeming rather parched all of a sudden.

“Hey man, I’m Hyeon, don’t know if we’ve ever spoken before but I think I’ve seen you around,” the teenager next to him introduced with ease, oozing confidence. Why does it seem like everyone in this car is literally the last person he would ever be seen hanging out with? His friends would never believe him when he told them about this later, Jesus Christ.

“Nice to meet you,” he responded politely, flicking his wrist upwards in a gesture of some sort of handshake, expecting it to be reciprocated only to realize that Hyeon had already turned back to his right, speaking with the equally as good-looking girl beside him.

Hurriedly lowering his hand in absolute embarrassment, his features flamed red as he sharply turned his head to view out the window, the soft notes of music playing through the speakers the only thing stopping him from sinking into his seat in utter madness and despair.

Eventually, the car reached an unfamiliar neighborhood, parking in front of a rather nice looking house with a simple yet clean front yard, the grass very kept and neat, almost looking like someone measured each individual blade. Namjoon doesn’t come from a very rich family either, so why is he still getting the feeling even this guy’s house is mocking him?

Before he could continue to complain inside his head about how terrible of an idea this is, he realized that everyone was beginning to unbuckle their seatbelt, noisily scooting out of their seats to rush towards the backyard of Minwoo’s house. Rushing to follow in pursuit, he threw his seatbelt off him, clumsily pushing open the heavy door beside him and stepping out.

Shutting it behind his tall figure, he walked towards the dark wooden gate, pushing it open as he saw the shadows of the other teens disappear around the side of the house, the sounds of cheering and their talking passing through the air.

Hesitantly coming around the corner, he peered at the rowdy group, already beginning to witness Hyeon grip the hem of his white t-shirt, his flat yet slightly muscled chest revealing itself to the setting sun in the background. With a loud yell, he ran across the pebbled sidewalk, launching himself into the pool, causing an abrupt splash to sound out and water to ripple along the edges of the designed pool. With droplets of the clear, lukewarm water scattering across the sides, the laughter of the others easily cut through the afternoon atmosphere, setting a relaxing yet comfortable vibe.

Nobody really paid attention to him, so he slowly made his way to the small glass table set off to the side, a large umbrella poking through the top to block the sunlight. Placing his black duffel bag on top of the smooth glass, he shyly sat back down, pressing his still clothed back against the comfortable chair, purposefully trying to avoid eye contact with the others.

Before he could fully disappear into the background of the loud teenagers however, another equally loud yet alluring voice snapped him back to reality, his plump lips parting in awe at what lied before him.

“Joon, are you coming in?” You asked, as if you weren’t currently peeling off your own shirt right in front of him, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Oh my god. You were actually trying to kill him. This was your plan all along.

“U-Um, I’ll probably join you guys in a minute. I need to go to the bathroom first. W-Where is it?” He blurted out, using his common excuse of needing to go, since it was the only thing he could ever think of to get himself out of situations he couldn’t handle.

“It’s right through that back door and the first white door on the left, next to the laundry room,” Minwoo informed him, gesturing his hand to the door that was built close to the table Joon was seated at.

“Thanks,” he quickly rushed out, compressing the soles of his shoes into the pavement of the back porch, moving too fast to witness your eyes slowly trailing along his retreating figure, worry etched onto your usually enthusiastic features.

“Come on babe, get in already. Or do I have to throw you in again?” Minwoo’s teasing voice filtered through the evening summer air,  his masculine features glinting mischievously at your distracted frame as his bottom half was already submerged in the water.

Your soft, hesitant “yeah, ‘kay,” was the last thing Namjoon heard before he breached the threshold of the backdoor, the cool air of the house blasting across his heated cheeks as the screen closed behind him.

Inhaling a shaky gust of AC air that floated through the vents above his head, Joon followed the directions in which your boyfriend had given him, his heart beating faster and faster inside of his chest as he neared the location of the guest bathroom.

Upon opening the pale door, the nearly freezing touch of the doorknob against his fingers sent reassuring chills through his body. Closing it behind him, he hurriedly faced the mirror built into the cabinet that contained most likely useful bathroom items. He barely had time to ponder on it before he compressed the smooth palms of his hands against his face, a muffled groan of distraught slipping through his lips.

“I can’t do this..I can’t do this,” he repeated, a common mantra he gave himself when he was in over his head. “How on Earth does she expect me to keep my cool out there when she...when she looks like that! Her boyfriend being here is making me feel even more guilty because he’s being so nice to me,” he whined, his eyes scrunching together in annoyance.

“Maybe I should just tell them that I’m too tired from working all morning and that I’m just going to call one of my friends to come pick me up. That’ll save me from this disaster, yeah,” he mumbled, attempting to calm himself down from the possible antisocial breakdown he was about to have inside of your boyfriend’s bathroom.

Nodding his head in determination to go through with his plan, he eyed himself in the mirror before him one last time before he twisted his torso, facing the door. Reaching outwards, he gripped the door handle, pushing his weight against it in order to walk through. However, he immediately paused upon hearing a strange ‘thud’ sound on the other side.

Blinking rather quickly in confusion, he peeked around the door, only to freeze in shock.

You were currently standing on the opposite side of the large, white door, rubbing your forehead with your fingers with a pained expression settled on your face as you groaned softly.

“Y/N! Oh my god i’m so sorry a-are you okay? Did I accidentally hit you with the door? Oh my god-,” he began to freak out, hurriedly releasing his hold on the side of the door before confusion began to overtake his own features.

“Wait a second, why were you right behind the door?” He questioned, furrowing his defined eyebrows together at the situation, noticing the droplets of water that slid down your body. Your rather revealed body as well. Gulping, he attempted to restrain himself from eyeing your lack of a shirt, the water from, he’s assuming the pool, still attached to certain parts of your small figure.

“I-I was just seeing if you were alright. You were gone for a bit so I didn’t know if you got lost, so I decided to make sure you made it back,” you eventually responded, sliding your hand away from your face, dropping it against your side. You seemed completely confident with just casually standing before him like that. He’s not surprised though, you had every right to be.

You were beautiful. You always had been. The faint setting orange light of the sun gleaming through the glass, mural like windows situated in the hallway were only heightening your attractive frame. He drank in your hair situated along your shoulders, fanning across your collarbones in a disheveled like state, the ends still occasionally dripping from your previous dip in the pool.

It’s getting hot again.

“Are you ready to come back? Everyone’s wait-,”

Before you could even finish your sentence, shock and disbelief spread throughout your body at the sudden sensation of something compressing against your slightly opened mouth due to you having been in the middle of speaking.

It took you several, slow seconds to realize the sensation against your lips was Namjoon’s desperately clinging onto your own.

“Wh-,” you attempted to speak, your pupils dilated immensely, your artery practically about to shoot out of your chest at the foreign sensation and sight of Namjoon, the typically quiet and shy boy, suddenly pressing his lithe body against your bra clad one as if his life depended on it.

Suddenly you felt shaky fingers caressing the sides of your face, slightly squishing your cheeks as the tips of his fingers dug into your flesh, nothing harsh or forceful at all by the movement. It was almost like a plea for something. For a reaction, maybe?

Namjoon wasn’t able to define your rigid movements as disgust or just shock from what was currently happening, but it was almost as if his mind just shut off. He couldn’t help himself as he hesitantly took a small step forward, ultimately causing your own to take a single one backwards, the chilling temperature of the cold window grazing your bare back.

Your eyes remained open the whole time as the kiss progressed, Namjoon hesitantly tilting his head to the side in order to devour more of your mouth, savoring the taste of the chapstick you had applied earlier in the afternoon, the soft flesh prodding against his own sending his mind into overdrive.

However, witnessing the tense squeezing of Namjoon’s eyelids, your eyes soon widened as your own brain suddenly switched, finally processing the drastic situation that was occurring.

Hurriedly fisting your smaller hands into the fabric of his neatly buttoned up shirt, you allowed your weight to lean against him as a sign of rejection, your head forcibly leaning away to separate your mouths.

“N-Namjoon stop,” you choked out, your lack of air from the extensive kiss apparent as your chest heaved up and down in order to catch your lost breath. You shouldn’t have let that last for so long. How could you let this happen..?

The dazed look in Namjoon’s eyes explained everything to you in that instant, the moment he acquiesced, slowly dragging his large hands away from your tense shoulders.

Soon enough, his eyes peeled open, the silence in the air almost suffocating him, unable to hear the group outside having the time of their lives, unaware of the situation which had occurred in the hallway several feet away.

“..Oh my god..I-I’m so sorry, I..I didn’t mean to do that, really. I really have no idea why I just did that, please forgive me Y/N,” Namjoon pleaded, the humiliation and disbelief apparent in his own features as he hurriedly distanced his body away from your own to provide you a respectful amount of space. Twisting his hands together nervously, he weakly pressed them against his chest, his heart beating erratically.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

Watching your focused, yet stressed face contort as you attempted to process what just happened, Namjoon was slowly falling apart. How could he do this to you..?

“I-I have to go,” you choked out, cupping your mouth from his view with your right hand, the unusual shakiness in your voice doing nothing to relieve him of the overwhelming guilt he felt for what he just did. This wasn’t like him to act so rashly. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why did he kiss you?

“Y/N please..I-I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his throat feeling unbelievably tight as the urge to cry began to build up within his system.

“I-I think it’d be best..if you went home Namjoon. I’m..sorry but I don’t, feel that way towards you. I-I’m dating Minwoo, so please..don’t touch me,” you breathed out, attempting to control your emotions and gather yourself before him.

You didn’t even say his nickname like you always did. He truly messed up.

“I-I know, please, Y/N, please believe me when I say I didn’t mean to do that. I-I’ll let myself out,” he whispered, loud enough for his voice to reach your eardrums as you began to step away from him, your bare, now dry, feet sticking to the tile of the hallway.

Soon enough, you were out of his sight, the sound of the screen door loudly clanging against the wood as you were outside once more.

As he began to make his way towards the front door, opening it and stepping out into the slightly cool night air now that the sun had fully gone down, Namjoon realized he left his bag on the table outside by the pool.

“I’m such an idiot,” he choked out, containing the tears that begged to breach his eyes, whipping his phone that was luckily inside of his pocket. Texting his friend Hoseok to come pick him up, since he still was unable to drive, he waited in the unfamiliar driveway with a heavy heart, his eyes red and his throat tight in regret.

Eventually, as his long-time friend pulled up on the curb, he hurriedly climbed in, mind swirling with thoughts of how he wishes he could turn back time while buckling his seat belt at the same time.

“What happened?” Hoseok asked, beginning to drift the car along the road once more.

“I fucked up, big time.” He replied plainly, his voice hoarse with the surprising curse word that he rarely let slip through.

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A few days later, Namjoon was lounging in his living room, his parents currently out shopping. He was manning the house by himself, lazily watching the TV.

He definitely didn’t go a day without thinking about what he did to you. It haunted him every time he looked in the mirror and remembered the look on your face as he pulled away. It felt like a heavy rock in the pit of his stomach.

Groaning aloud at just briefly thinking about the crystal clear memory, he almost missed the sound of his front doorbell ringing, the chime singing throughout the house for a few extended seconds.

Figuring it was his parents coming back home from the store and they needed help opening the door, he gradually lifted himself off of the couch, swinging his legs off the edge and making his way towards the door.

However, his eyebrows scrunched together in slight confusion at the lack of two silhouettes on the other side. He didn’t recognize it.

Hesitantly gripping the golden doorknob, he twisted his wrist, hearing the click of the locks inside the door before creaking it open, peering his head around the corner with his blonde locks momentarily falling directly above his curious eyes.

He almost didn’t believe what he saw.

You were standing on his front porch, almost looking nervous as your teeth dug into the corner of your bottom lip. In your hands, you held his black duffel bag he had left at Minwoo’s house.

“..Y/N? W-What are you doing here? How did you know I..lived here?” He questioned, hesitance evident in his voice due to your unexpected visit.

“Hoseok told me. I have his number,” you informed quickly, almost in a rush. “Y-You um, forgot your bag at Minwoo’s house and I’ve been meaning to give it back to you but I didn’t know where you lived, so I had to ask around first. I-I hope you don’t mind Hoseok giving me your address,” your mumbled, your shy behavior almost completely new to him.

“..N-No I don’t mind. Thank you,” he breathed out, reaching with his large hands to take up the bag, tossing it onto his shoulder as you transferred it to him.

As your two figures continued to stand in a somewhat awkward silence, it was your voice, like always, that broke the silence.

“Can we start over?” You blurted out, the question something that completely threw him off guard.

“What?-” He attempted to ask, confusion immediately taking over his expression as he was hardly able to believe you were actually wiling to talk to him after what he did to you. Before he could continue however, you spoke before him once more.

“I’d like to..formally get to know you. W-We can get coffee or something, I don’t know. I just..feel bad for how I left so abruptly that time and..I’m sure I really hurt your feelings by it,” you sighed out, almost sounding like an apology for something you didn’t even need to apologize for.

“What are you talking about? I..I kissed you without your consent, a-and you have a boyfriend-,” he stuttered, baffled by your behavior.

“Had,” you corrected quickly, Namjoon almost not having caught it.

“What?”

“..Had a boyfriend.”

It was like a line connected in his brain, the sparks flying everywhere and nearly blinding his eyes, yet he attempted to keep himself calm and collected.

“I broke up with him just a day after you kissed me. He..He found out. He could tell I was feeling bad about something and he ended up asking me about it. I told him the truth and he got really angry with me. H-He had every right to be mad, of course, but I realized in the midst of us yelling at each other in the car that I..didn’t feel all that bad about it anymore. Isn’t that messed up of me?” You weakly laughed as your voice began to drift off.

“I-Isn’t it wrong of me to want you to kiss me again, Namjoon..?” You whispered.

If his ears hadn’t been straining so hard to hang onto every word you were saying to him, Namjoon might have missed your breaking voice due to the rushing of blood through his eardrums.

“..I want to kiss you again too, Y/N,” he hesitantly breathed out, his chest constricting with mixed emotions. The only thoughts swarming in his mind right now were the night he kissed you in the hallway. How your lips felt against his own and how badly he wanted to feel it again.

At the sound of his honest words, you couldn’t help but to look up in surprise, your hair partially covering your gradually reddening features.

Slowly, it’s like every other sound and person disappeared. Namjoon felt like he was falling from somewhere high, hundreds of feet in the air. As if he was taking a sharp dip on a rollercoaster, his stomach lurching.

Soon enough, all he could feel and sense was your body taking slow, hesitant steps towards his own, your shoes beating against the hollow wood of his front porch. Despite his towering height, your aura regained confidence as you leveled yourself on your tiptoes, bringing your face closer to his desperate yet anxiety filled one.

Was this a dream?

As that thought entered his brain, he felt a gush of warm, comforting wind engulf his body, rustling his clothes as the chimes on his top porch jingled, the sounds surrounding him and filling his body with a giddy-like feeling.

The moment your soft, pink lips brushed against his own, giving each other equal amounts of time to pull away, Namjoon felt like he was truly experiencing the most heavenly feeling on Earth.

The sensation of your fingers delicately tracing the faint muscles lining his arms, stepping even closer to his body, he inhaled through his nose, leaning further into your warmth as he accepted the gentle, sweet kiss.

He ignored the sensation of the sun’s rays breaching his already tan skin. Your fragrance that you applied every day was the only thing he could breathe, and you were suddenly the only thing he could think of in that moment.

You reminded him of the delicate sunflowers that grew in the field across the amusement park. The way the sunlight shined on each individual petal. The vibrant color of yellow, and how it always caught his eye. You made him happy. 

You were happiness. 

You were summer, and he hoped with every electrified and buzzing fiber in his being in that moment, that it never ended.

a/n: GHJFKDSKGHJFKDL;S it took me way longer to write this than i was hoping, since this was an idea i randomly came up with at like 3 am one night like a week or two ago. I RLY HOPE?? THIS WAS OK??? im sorry if its like rly short or cheesy or idk i hope it was enjoyable in some way for u. i haven’t written in a long time and this is my first official like..story? in years. so i hope this didn’t suck too much! i look forward to writing more ❧

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BFFs?

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Request by: anonymous

A/N: I didn't know how to end this so...yikes. And also sorry it's so long...

"Just a little further." You whine.

"No. It's hot, y/n." Steve replies. "Plus, you weigh a ton!"

You gasped as Steve dropped you on the ground. It was a hot, August day. Steve was giving you piggyback rides to and from his house. But apparently, that stopped now.

Steve dropped on the ground beside you, sweat running down his forehead and down his bare back. "Man, you sweat a lot." You laugh.

"Oh, yeah?"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then wrestled you to put it on your cheek. You laughed, underneath him. And his damp hand was placed on your face. "Ew!" You scream. "Your whole sweaty body's already on top of me! I'm gonna smell like a gym sock!"

Steve laughed, standing up. He held his hand out for you and you pulled him back down. You got up on your own.

"Ha. See ya, loser." You laughed, then he tripped you and you fell. "Steve!"

All you could hear was his laughter as you stood up. He pointed at you, squealing with laughter. So you went past him, pushing him outta the way.

"Aww! Don't be mad!" He exclaims, giving you a hug. "I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled away.

"Race you to my house!"

"You're on, asswipe!"

The both of you ran down the street as fast as you could, stopping when you saw Evie in the driveway. Steve ran into her. "Hey, babe!" He greets.

She wrapped her arms around him, then madeout with him. Her eyes were glued to you as she pushed his hands down past her waist. You shifted on your feet.

"Uh, Steve. I'll see ya...I guess." You say, walking back down the road towards your house.

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The next day, you met Steve at his locker. "Hey, Steve-O! Wanna hang out at my house after school?"

He turned to you slowly. "Uh, y/n, I wish I could, but Evie wants me to go dancing with her."

"Why? You got two left feet." You joke, punching his arm.

He gave you a toothy grin.

"Well, uh, how 'bout tomorrow?" You ask.

"Evie wants me to help her with her homework."

"Well, are you gonna go drag racing with me this weekend?"

"I can't. Evie's havin' party and I promised I'd help her set up and she wants me there and she-"

This frustrated you. "Y'know what? It's fine." You headed down the hall and you heard Steve run after you.

"Hey, you can't be mad at me." He laughed.

"Why the hell not?"

He realized you weren't joking. "Hey. You're seriously mad?"

"I just don't understand how you could just blow off your best friend! Steve, can I tell you something?" You didn't wait for a response. "Evie hates me! And I hate her! I don't even know what you see in her!"

Steve balled up his fists. "How 'bout you shut the hell up, y/n! You don't know anything! You're just jealous!"

"I am jealous! Because she's taking away one of my only friends! And you don't even care!" You pushed him.

"Why should I?"

You stood speechless.

"She's my girlfriend and she'll always come before anyone else!" He huffed. "Including you!" He walked away from you.

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You were friendless for a week. Then another week. And another. The words Steve said rang in your head.

She's my girlfriend and she'll always come before anyone else! Including you! You frowned at the thought.

You were walking home from school alone. It was the middle of September and you knew that if Steve were there, he'd be throwing wet leaves at you and placing his cold fingertips against your neck. You smiled at that thought. Your life seemed so boring without Steve in it. It made you sick.

At home, you found a letter from your parents. They'd be staying the night at a hotel because your dad had a work meeting first thing in the morning. You sighed, then worked on your homework. You were struggling in math, a subject Steve excelled in. You wished he was there to help you out.

After skipping over homework, you watched tv, then decided to take a shower.

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Your hair dripped with cold water. You wore an oversized t-shirt and shorts. You grabbed a cup of water and went into your living room to watch the news.

When the forecast came on, there was a knock at your front door. It was an urgent knock, so you hurried. And when it opened, you couldn't believe your eyes.

Steve had blood running from his nose and down your shirt. He had a black eye and busted lip. The both of you stared at each other.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

You stood dumbfounded, then after a while, you moved outta the way.

You found yourself in the bathroom with Steve and a first aid kit. You were on the counter and Steve stood in front of you, propping himself up. His hands were on either side of you on the counter as you wiped the blood off the rest of his face.

You sighed. "Take your shirt off." You tell him.

"Why?" He replied with a slight smirk.

"Don't worry I won't try anything." You spat. "I just need to get the blood out of it." You weren't amused with him.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it at you. Without looking him in the face, you grabbed it and hopped off the counter. You ran his shirt under the sink water. As you worked on the stain, Steve watched you. "Evie and I broke up." He states.

You shook your head. "Awesome." You say plainly.

He could see your reflection in the mirror and was frustrated. "Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?! I thought you wanted me to break up with Evie!"

"Yeah. Well, I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want."

He turned you around forcefully. "Y/n, I came here for you! I came here to see you!"

You looked up at him and started crying. You wiped the tears off your face. "What? You wanna see me now? After you were a dick to me and told me that I didn't matter?"

"Y/n, I just-"

"Don't worry about it." Your voice broke.

You left the room, trying to contain your crying. You headed to your room fast and knew Steve followed. You took a seat on your bed, covering you face.

"I'm sorry, y/n." He took a seat beside you and pulled you into him. "C'mon, y/n. Don't cry."

You looked back at him, and then hugged him. He held you close, your tears falling onto his bare chest as he rubbed circles on your back. "I hate you, Steve." You whimpered.

"I know, y/n." He sighed. "And I don't blame you. I really needed to see you, to talk to you."

"About what?" You hiccup, looking up at him.

"I...I love you. And I don't mean in, like, a brotherly way. I mean, like, I had to see you, y'know. And I missed you and-"

You pressed your lips against his, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He pulled you onto his lap and even closer to him.

The kiss tasted like metal. From the traces of blood in his mouth. You wanted to pull away from him and tell him a joke. You wanted to say anything you could to make this bizarre moment easier for you to digest. But you didn't. Instead, your hand ran through Steve's hair and you savored the taste of metal.

You felt Steve's hands run up and down your thighs and rest on your waist as he leaned further and further into you. You were thinking of things. Of all these weeks where Steve was gone. How it left you empty and hurt. And you supposed that you felt so empty because of the love you had for him.

And maybe that's why it hurt when he blew you off for Evie. And soon you felt more tears on your face, so you pulled away from Steve and looked him over.

You wanted to make fun of him. You wanted to tease him for coming over here and confessing his love for you. You wanted to call him names for being an asshole, but all those thoughts left your mind when you thought of what he said.

I love you.

You smiled back at him. "I love you, too."

~ ~ ~ ~

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hey everyone, thanks for 4k followers! time to celebrate with masterposts. Btw, thanks to @coco-study for the pink calculator icon :) lets get it poppin’

Disclaimer: ya girl is trash at math but uh...i’ve made it this far and this is all based on personal experience ;; hopefully it helps!

1. Know your learning style and use it to your advantage.

There are believed to be 4 learning types: read/write, auditory, kinesthetic, and visual. If you do not know your learning type, find out here! Note: most people usually don’t have one learning type, one is just more dominant than another. Here are some tips tailored to your learning type:

Read/Write: copy your notes, try reading the textbook, rewrite all practice problems, try to condense all the important information onto one sheet.

Auditory: listen to lectures, read your lecture notes aloud and record yourself so you can listen to it later, talk yourself through how to do the problem (i.e., I do the power rule which is multiplying the coefficient by the power, then...), participate in class discussions

Kinesthetic: find ways to apply the concepts to real life, walk around or move while reviewing notes/practice problems, chew gum while doing practice problems, teach others.

2. Complete math homework as soon as you can after lecture.

On my first Calculus 2 exam, I got a 42% big yikes. My class was Mon/Tue/Thur and I wasn’t doing my homework for last week’s lesson until the night it was due, Monday nights. I realized that this probably wasn’t effective and began to do my math homework the night after the lesson was taught on a huge whiteboard in an empty classroom. My next test score was 68%. Talk about character development!

3. And if you can’t do your homework within a few hours of lecture, review and annotate your notes.

Even after I adapted my study habits for math after my first exam, there were still days when I didn’t have the time to do my homework afterwards or I just didn’t feel like it. So, I would go through my notes and annotate them, explaining in further depth how to complete a problem or just coming up with general steps for problems of that type. I would also identify any questions I had and make a note to get an answer in the next lecture or at office hours.

4. Use other resources outside of your class to study/review!

My math professor this semester wasn’t terrible, but I just didn’t learn the way he taught. This semester was a lot of self-learning through other resources. My top ones were Professor Leonard, Khan Academy, Pauls Online Math Notes, and Symbolab. I’m pretty sure Chegg will make this list once I find someone to split it with lmao

Not only do those resources help me a TON, but I also just type in the topic and see what other colleges’ resources come up. Half the time, I end up on UC Berkeley’s math notes page and its great. Or a high school AP teacher’s math page.

Exposing yourself to other notes will also diversify your math palette on how many types of problems you can do, ranging in difficulty and types of numbers you could encounter.

5. Have two separate notebooks: one for in class lecture notes, one for rewritten lecture notes and homework.

GOD, I wish I had done this for Fall 2018 because sHEESh but I’m going to do this for next semester. Doing this will give you the space to have messy notes, then reorganize them without wasting loose leaf paper. And it will just help you keep all of your neat, understandable notes in one place without needing an extra folder, binder, etc.

6. Try to change your relationship with math.

Okay, to be quite f*****g honest, I can’t stand math. BUT, I have to work on my mindset because as long as I continue to believe that I am bad at it/ that math is hard/that math is pointless/WHATEVER, I will always let it win. So, if this is how you feel, try to see it as something that is interesting and try to find the fun in it. Math is universal and that’s a beautiful thing. Its like food but lowkey way less enjoyable (see, gotta change the mindset). Its all mental.

i hope this was somewhat helpful and please send me an ask if you have any questions about math classes and such! more masterposts to come and thank you so much for 4k followers :)

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