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Vectors with i and j [Ex. 3]

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DC x DP short

I'm picturing Danny moving to Gotham once he's an adult. He came out to his parents, and it went fine. More than fine. They listened to how he was struggling at school because he kept having to chase down the ghosts they let out by leaving the portal open. Jack was super proud of his son for being a ghost hunter even as a ghost, but Maddie understood his concern and set up some new protocols for the portal.

It now automatically closes after two minutes unless a specific command is put in by Danny to keep it open while he is in the Zone, and the shielding around it actually works to stop ghosts coming trig without hurting them now.

The shine of the mortal world has worn off for most of his regulars now, and those that come through have figured out compromises so they can still fulfil their obsessions without hurting others. The meta-protection act officially disbands the GIW, and Red Huntress is given a very thorough speaking to about personal bias and vendettas. She's not allowed back in the field until she comes to the realisation that ghosts are people too, and that she been the bad guy by hunting them the way she did. Phantom is officially recognised as a Hero, but he turns down working for any teams or joining the Big Leagues. He agrees to act as a back up though, in case of any world ending event.

By the time senior year rolls around, Danny has gotten his grades up enough that he can go to a pretty decent university if he wants to. He chooses Gotham University for his engineering degree because they're a feeder school for Wayne Enterprises, who in turn are a feeder company for working for the Justice League as a civilian engineer. Tucker also chooses GU for their tech program, while Sam elects not to go to university straight away.

Tucker and Danny move into an apartment right on the borders of Crime Alley and The Narrows. Tucker manages an impressive 4 months as a local hacker before Oracle notices him, but Danny only manages 3 weeks before he's spotted by a Bat.

He's lying down a foot above his building's roof, looking at the stars. It's a very rare cloudless night, and the power is out in his area. Poison Ivy had launched an attack earlier in the day that had taken cut the power lines, with her mutant plants feeding on the smog and pollution to get stronger.

Duke was up late, finishing the day shift by a quick loop of The Narrows, when he noticed a slightly glowing teenager(?) floating on one of the roofs. He takes note that the man isn't causing any harm and is just peacefully stargazing, before calling it in to Jason. He was technically supposed to be off the clock an hour ago, and besides, the building was on the Crime Alley side of this street. It's Jason's problem now.

Jason, on the other hand, is exhausted and just wants to have a quiet patrol before collapsing in bed. He hadn't been hit by Ivy's plants, but had taken a couple of tumbles while dodging them. He heads over to the address Duke gave him, to find the guy still floating there staring at the sky. He gets it, he does, he would float above the grime that coats Gotham rooftops if he could, but it's dangerous for a meta to be so unawares of his surroundings like this while obviously displaying his powers.

Danny, meanwhile, had clocked both of the vigilantes coming near him, but was really hoping that they would leave him alone. It had been a very long day for him. He'd finally managed to get to campus for his class, only to find that the place was covered in overgrown plants. He'd had to freeze a few to get into the building, and had then spent most of the afternoon in the library due to his class being cancelled. Unfortunately for him, his nearly finished assignment that he'd spent the day working on was eaten by one of the giant flowers on his way home. He'd been 'saved' by the stabby Robin, which had caused him to then also lose his laptop as they crashed to the rooftop a few streets over.

Thankfully, he had an amazing best friend in Tucker, who was doing his best to recover as much data as possible. On the downside, though, Tucker was mad at him for now having saved a backup of his files since they left Amity. He'd fled to the roof to escape his wrath, plans of bribes in the form of food running through his mind, when he'd caught sight of the Stars. Holy shit. It was so clear tonight!

He didn't even realise he'd begun to glow and float, too caught up in naming all of the stars and constellations he could see. His Obsession was feeling very satisfied tonight. Usually he had to invisibly fly above the cloud cover to see such a sight. Sure, the light pollution was still bad, but his mind was able to fill in the blanks across the sky.

The moment Jason landed on his roof, Danny heaved a great sigh. Damnit. The fun police were here. He wrenched his eyes from the sky, only to notice that - oh, shit - he was floating again. He fell to the roof with a light thump.

"Heeeyyy stranger, come here often?" Danny asked, as he rolled over to his side, propping his head up on his hand.

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riddle rosehearts x gn!reader . . trying to explain trig to your infatuated partner is hard work .ᐟ 1.1k word count.

note: based on the need for a man not to mansplain to me, but to gently teach me content: suggestive, petnames [main masterlist] . [twst masterlist]

waking up in and having to navigate an entirely new world is likely— no, definitely one of the hardest things you've ever had to go through.

you would think math would give you a break when you get to said new world. but no. math is still math. twisted wonderland has no magic to make precalc easier. not that you have any magic, but still, it would be nice.

you're torn between standing up in your chair and screaming like a madman while ripping apart your worksheet, or continuing to do your homework like a normal person.

a quick glance around the library has you choosing the latter. none of these students need to see you crash out (again). you also don't need crowley breathing down your neck about anything (again).

you click your pen while staring down at the trig problem staring right back at you, unsolved. people are starting to look at you and you realize your pen clicking is bordering obnoxious. you shoot the octavinelle kid an apologetic smile and turn to your boyfriend.

his nose is buried in a practical magic textbook, jotting down notes every few moments.

“psst,” you try to get his attention. he’s focused though, and doesn't hear. you try again, “riddle. ….riddle,” you nudge his foot with yours and he finally looks up.

“yes? what's wrong?” 

you slide your worksheet toward him sheepishly, “do you understand this? i'm kinda lost.”

riddle closes his textbook— not before bookmarking it— and glances down at the worksheet, a thoughtful frown tugging at his lips. “this lesson wasn’t taught very well, was it?” he murmurs, looking up at you then back down at the paper.

“this one is simple— the wording is what must be confusing you,” he says, and he’s right. damn these word problems.

“let’s take what we know and…” he’s writing down numbers and corresponding symbols,  explaining everything to you as he does.

at some point, during the middle of the equation, you're distracted by the gentleness of it all. riddle— who you honestly couldn’t even stand when you first met him— has come such a long way from his outbursts and near-violent need for control. here sits, not a riddle rosehearts who's snapping at you for speaking in the library at a volume higher than a whisper; not a riddle rosehearts who would remind you that “rule eighty-two states that all math work shall be done under the roof of your own room!” or something— you're not sure if there are actually any rules like that, but even so!

no, here sits a riddle— just riddle, who lets you pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays, even though it violated rule two hundred twenty-eight. here sits your boyfriend who is explaining a math problem to you so softly, you’ve forgotten all about trig and calc.

“my rose?” he tilts his head to catch your eyes, snapping you into reality. “should i explain differently? you look like you're still lost…”

“oh! no, no, i got it now, i think,” you shake your head, and your whisper probably borders more of a whisper-yell, but riddle doesn’t comment on it.

“are you sure? it seems as if you were zoned out,” he gives you one of those unimpressed looks and you can't help but shrug.

“if it makes you feel better, i was still focused on you! just not… on you explaining.” you offer, and his brows pull up as if to question the reliability of his flustered partner’s words. his look makes you huff, “honest!”

“we have a test later this week, my rose,” he reminds you. “i think it’s to your benefit to understand this.” he taps his pen to the sheet of paper.

“how can i focus when you look so pretty?” you sigh, leaning forward to squish his cheeks between one hand. “being all intelligent and sweet.”

now it’s riddle’s turn to be flustered, and his face lights up with heat, blush dusting his cheeks. “i’m jus’—!” his words are slightly muffled by the way his lips are forced into a pout by your pushing his cheeks together. he grabs your wrist, not roughly, and lowers it between yourselves. “i’m simply explaining a problem to you, i don't see how..” he glances away, back down at the paper in attempt to hide the blush that’s practically making the room glow.

“how i think my boyfriend is the prettiest in the room?” you lift a brow.

he opens his mouth to retort then closes it again, which you take as a victory. you also take the chance to steal a victory kiss from his still-warm cheek. he huffs in that riddle-esque way, but doesn’t push you away. he never does.

on the contrary, he finds himself always giving in to you and your antics. half the time, he just can't deny you.

“need i remind you we’re still in the library?” he mutters, turning to reopen his own textbook since it’s clear you’re in too much of a teasing mood to get any of your own work done. leave it to riddle to attempt to mask the ever prominent blush that leaves him quite a mess, honestly. “oh, c’mon!” you whisper, “i’m complimenting you and you’re pushing me away!” you know that’s not actually the case, but you like to mess with him. riddle, though, finds your mocking to be unassuming. he says your name, in that authoritative way that sends a chill down your spine, “let me explain the content to you. then, you’ll do the page, and then i’ll indulge in your fun. although, not at the library. i’d much prefer somewhere without so many prying eyes– and a setting not as professional as this one.” you know he just means the comfort of ramshackle or heartslabyul, but the way he says it makes it seem as if theres implication in his words and that along with his tone is enough to get you to lock the fuck in. “yes sir,” you mumble, scooting your chair in closer to his. “trig, my absolute favorite! go ahead, mr. rosehearts, i’m listening.” riddle softens at that, shaking his head and yet chuckling despite himself. “are you now? good.

where was i before? ah, right. so this problem is asking for this missing angle, and to find it…” he loves you, and that must why he not only allows you to be so carefree and playful, but also himself. jeez, how far gone is he?

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sunshine (part 2)

In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.

sunshine (part 1)

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Y/n’s apartment is filled with a bunch of people she doesn’t know. Maddie has a bunch of people over – not really a party, but a fairly large gathering. A few of her school friends, a couple of her co-workers…. nobody that y/n is really close with, though. 

That’s why she locked herself in her room, away from the music and the stuffy, smoke-filled air. She said her polite hello and everything, of course! But… she just wasn’t in the mood to hang out with Maddie’s friends. They weren’t really y/n’s type of people, and the smell of weed is giving her a terrible headache. 

She bunches up her hair in her fists as she stares at the math problem in front of her. She had been able to do integrals just fine with Harry, but when you add trig into the equation? She’s thoroughly fucked. Not even The Organic Chemistry Tutor could help her work through this problem. 

A knock on her door makes her jump. “Come in,” she says politely, though her brows are still furrowed grumpily as she stares at the calculus in front of her. 

“S’this room taken?” a deep voice murmurs. 

She whips her head around, heart fluttering excitedly in her chest. “Harry,” she says softly. “What are you doing here?”

“Maddie invited Blake,” he says, sitting down on her bed. “And Blake invited me.” 

Oh. She should’ve known. 

She rolls away from her desk and faces Harry, who’s making himself more than comfortable on her bed, laying down with his head on her pillow. “Smells like shit out there,” he grunts. 

“Yeah,” she shrugs. She’s accepted that her apartment will always reek of weed, no matter how hard she tries to get rid of the smell. “Did you smoke anything with them?” she asks. 

“No, not in the mood.” Honestly, the only reason he decided to come over with Blake was because he knew that he’d be able to go chill in y/n’s room. Hanging out in Maddie’s smelly apartment was the last thing he wanted to do on a Thursday night, but… he knew y/n would be there, sitting quietly in her room like the good girl she is. “Did you?”

“No.” She fiddles with her fingers. “I– I don’t smoke.”

He snorts. “You don’t smoke but you live with Maddie?” Maddie cannot survive two seconds without her vape. “That doesn’t make sense.” 

“The smell of it gives me a headache,” she tries to explain. 

“Your apartment literally always smells like weed,” he deadpans. 

She blinks. “Yeah…” she trails off quietly. “If I close my door though the smell isn’t that bad.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “What are you working on?” he asks, pointing to the textbook sitting on her desk.

“Um– math.” His lips quirk up, while she pouts. “S’not making sense again.”

“Lemme see,” he says, sitting up. She looks at him for a second, not moving, but when he nods towards her ipad again she scrambles to pick it up and sit next to him on the bed. 

“So, what were you going to try and do?” he asks, grabbing her pen. She’s hyper aware of how their thighs are touching, how she can practically feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Um… I feel like I need to use one of the trig rules here but I can’t think of any that would do anything here.” 

“Okay you’re right… the issue is that none of your sins or cosins fit any of the rules. But you can break cos^3x down into cos^2x times cosx, right?” 

“Okay…” she looks up at him like a lost puppy, still not fully getting it. 

“Do you have any trig identities with cos^2x?”

“Um…” she shuffles through her notes, “ cos^2x equals 1 minus sin^2x?”

He nods his head, “yeah. So now that everything is in terms of sin, you can do a u-sub.”

“Oh,” she blinks quietly, staring down at the paper. “Why’s it so easy when you explain it?” 

He shrugs, leaning back down onto her bed, “y’just need a lot of practice.”

The bottom of his shirt rises up as he puts his hands behind his head, revealing a pair of black ferns that point towards a yummy v-line. Y/n tries her best not to look, but she’s reminded of the night where she showed up to his apartment to pick up Maddie… how he’d been shirtless, his abdomen so chiseled and firm. The swallows on his collarbones, the butterfly that seemed to jump with every breath. She finds herself getting a bit short of breath as she thinks about all of the things hidden beneath his shirt currently.

That’s the thing about being a touch-deprived, romantic girl like y/n. The littlest things get her going. 

He was nice to her once, helped her with her math homework and comforted her when she cried, and now her heart flutters like crazy when she sees him. Just the smallest rise of Harry’s shirt has her spiraling. 

She can’t help but notice the way his biceps bulge subtly as he puts his hands behind his head, and finds herself overwhelmed with the fact that this boy – an attractive boy – was just laying in her bed casually.

She knows it’s no big deal for Harry, he’s probably just in here because the living room stinks and he needs to clear his head. But for her, it’s a lot. She never has boys in her room, has never had a romantic interaction with a boy. Hasn’t even been kissed. It’s always just very friendly – getting notes from a guy in her class, joking around with some of Maddie’s friends. She’s never had a boy talk to her any more than that. 

Harry, though… Harry comes into her room and talks to her even when there’s a whole party going on outside. He kept her company when she was stranded at his apartment, he took her home and took care of her when she was drunk and emotional. It probably meant nothing to him, but the way he grabbed her ankle and told her to lie down when he was helping her into bed was one of the most tender things she’s ever experienced. He put his hand on her waist, and held her arm while she stumbled, he’d guided her through the door with his hand on the small of her waist. 

And when he saw her crying at the library, he came over and talked to her. Comforted her and let her rant about her classes. He’d let her into his room and helped her with her homework, murmured soft praises to her when she got a question right, his arm brushing against hers, or his chest rubbing against her shoulder. 

The stupidest little things, that are probably so insignificant for him, have been on her mind for days.

“Hey,” Harry says, snapping her out of her daydreams. She tears her eyes away from his ferns embarrassedly, hoping he didn’t notice. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

She averts her eyes, looking down at her bedsheet. “Um, nothing.”

He quirks his brows. “Nothing?”

“Mhm,” she nods her head innocently.

‘Really?” he asks again, his lip twitching with the slightest hint of amusement, sitting up on his elbows now. He raises himself up so that they’re face to face. He’s not an idiot.

She bites her lip nervously, and her heart stops when Harry’s eyes flicker down to watch. He stares at her with a strange look in his eye… a glimmer in them that she’s only ever read about in books. His eyebrows furrow as though he’s deep in thought, eyes still glued to her lips. 

She wonders if she’s hallucinating when he leans in. 

She thought she was being silly for starting to feel things for him – that she was just being classic y/n, crushing on a guy even though she knows she’s too shy to ever make a move. Now, with how close he is, she can see every freckle on his tan skin, every lash that frames his bright green eyes. She breathes with a tight chest, swallowing thickly as her eyes flicker between his, wide and curious. His eyes still haven’t left her lips.

Her heart stutters as his large hand makes its way to her thigh, his palm warm and smooth, gently grazing her skin. He unconsciously inches closer and closer, incapable of pulling his eyes away from her mouth. 

He wets his bottom lip with his tongue, a force of habit, and finally looks her in the eye. His irises have turned a dark green, pupils dilated, and his breathing has deepened. She has no idea what’s going on in his head, but he looks serious. Deep in thought. His hand still rests on her thigh, the contact sending sparks of electricity all over her body, especially when his fingers gently start to trail upwards. 

Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to take deep, calm breaths, but he’s gotten so close that she can feel the puff of his breathing against her lips, inhaling his every exhale. It makes her lightheaded. He’s so close… so, so close…

A loud pounding on the door makes y/n jump away from him. 

Her eyes are blown out when she jerks them open, her heart pounding harshly with anticipation that’s been left unsatisfied. “Who is it?” she calls out with a shaky voice. 

Harry hasn’t moved an inch. He sits there and stares at her, hand still on her thigh. 

“Is Harry in there?” Maddie yells. “Blake is ready to go.”

He brings a hand up and tugs on her bottom lip with his thumb, then watches it bounce back into place, hypnotizing himself with the sight. Y/n, unable to get any words out, sits there and watches him as he stares at her lips.

“Hellooo?” Maddie obnoxiously yells again.

Harry’s nose flares and he shuts his eyes, frustratedly pulling himself away from y/n. She says nothing, still in a daze, watching as he leaves her bed. He stands and runs a hair through his messy curls, before heading towards the door and opening it. Maddie stands in front of the door with her fist raised, ready to knock on the door again. 

“Calm down,” he says, eyeing her coldly. Maddie rolls her eyes and walks away to tell Blake that she found Harry.

He turns around for a moment and glances at y/n. “See ya,” he says. 

She blinks, her hand coming up to touch her lips, searching for some confirmation that this was real and she hadn’t imagined it. “Bye,” she nearly whispers, breathless. 

The door shuts with a click and she finds herself alone with her thoughts. Her math homework sits abandoned on her bed, and will probably remain untouched for the rest of the night.

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Finally, y/n has Harry all to herself.

She’d been dancing around him all night, constantly catching his eye from across the room in a game of cat and mouse. He watched her from the corner of the room he was stationed in with his dark eyes, a teasing smirk on his face. He knew what she was doing – trying to distract him. It was working. 

He watched her as she mingled and talked, watched as she sipped on her drink, watched as she weaved her way through the passes of people in her apartment, pushing past the hot bodies and sweaty skin until she disappeared in her room. 

He followed her in, less than a minute later.

She hears him walk into the room, the sound of him turning the lock and his heavy footsteps approaching her. A shiver runs down her spine when his hands grab her shoulders from behind, goosebumps rising on her arms almost instantaneously. His firm front pushes against her back, toned stomach pressed against the curve of spine. 

His fingers are warm and gentle on her shoulders, comforting yet teasing at the same time. He doesn’t hold her firmly – his featherlight touch more tantalizing than any other form of contact. These light, delicate brushes of his skin keep her on her toes, never knowing what to expect next. She holds her breath as his fingers travel from her shoulders, down the length of her arms. 

Suddenly, she feels his lips against her ear. She can’t help the soft, aroused breath that leaves her as his lips skim the shell of her ear. He chuckles, low and taunting, and she can feel the deep reverberations of his chest against her back.

“I’ve been waiting f’this,” he murmurs softly. His warm breath tickles her ear, sending waves of pleasure straight down to her core, and his hands have migrated from her arms to her hips now. He grips them, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, and pulls her back, grinding her into his front. She swallows a whimper down, eyes fluttering shut. A hard bulge presses against her ass, and she can’t resist the urge to press back on it, wriggle her hips even though Harry’s holding her still. “You’ve been teasing me…” he presses a kiss right underneath her earlobe. “Playing all innocent when I know you’re actually filthy.” Another kiss, and another kiss, trailing his lips down the curve of her neck.

She lets out a pathetic, shaky whimper, and it makes him chuckle tauntingly. “Your head is just filled with dirty thoughts, isn’t it?” Her knees go weak as he wraps a hand around her throat, tilting her head to the side so that he can look at her. “Bet you’re just dying for me to fuck you.” 

Her eyes are wide and round, and her entire body turns into jelly. The only reason she’s standing right now is because Harry’s holding her up. She can’t get any words out, pathetically wrapped around his finger. She looks up at him with a pleading gaze, begging him to do something… anything…

The sound of her 8 AM alarm yanks her straight out of dreamland.

Her eyes are bleary as she frantically looks around her bed, gathering her bearings. She has to triple check that Harry isn’t anywhere in her room – looking at every corner and patting around her sheets as well – before she can confirm that it was all a dream. 

Oh gosh. This is like the third time this week! 

She doesn’t mean to be having these dreams. It's a rather embarrassing situation for her and she honest to god would much rather just read a couple of steamy romance books about fictional vampires to get the horniness out of her system, instead of having repeated wet dreams about a very real Harry. 

They make her feel icky because, like– isn’t it a bit disrespectful to be having such dirty thoughts about someone who’s just been helping her with her math homework and potentially also kissing her had they not been interrupted? Like what are the boundaries there? You can’t really ask someone for consent to having wet dreams about them… but it’s not like she was consenting to those dreams either! She can’t control what her subconscious mind decides to stir up for her nightly dream! 

She tries to logic it out – how would she feel if Harry was having wet dreams about her? Well… actually the thought of it makes her a little bit excited, cos that would mean he likes her, right? Ugh, no, she’s getting distracted!

It’s all very typical horny virgin behavior. Ever since her almost kiss with Harry, her mind has been in shambles. Her first issue is trying to wrap her head around the entire thing – had Harry actually wanted to kiss her? She hadn’t made that up, right? 

She’s replayed the night a hundred times in her head. Remembers exactly how his hand felt on her thigh, how he’d stared at her lips, how their eyes had fluttered shut, how their noses brushed… all the things she’s read about in her books! All the ingredients for a first kiss! 

How tragic that it’d been interrupted. She thinks that’s why her brain has been overly active this past week – her subconscious has been trying to fulfill the insatisfaction she felt when she jumped away from Harry, just seconds before their lips touched. It feels like she’s been edged over and over again and been denied an orgasm five times – but the orgasm is her first kiss and she’s being edged by Maddie, who stole that kiss away by knocking on her door! 

She flops around in her bed frustratedly, smushing her face into her pillow with a sad groan. What if Harry doesn’t wanna kiss her the next time he sees her? What if this was a one time opportunity? She doesn’t want to sound desperate… but she really wanted to kiss Harry! She’d be really sad if it was just a whim of the moment kinda thing. 

But also… if it wasn’t just a one time thing… if he did actually want to kiss her… well how was she gonna end up in the situation to be kissed by him again? 

She’s thinking about this way too hard, way too early in the morning. And she’s uncomfortably wet from her dream.

She needs to get herself sorted out. 

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The chair in front of y/n screeches loudly as it’s pulled from under the table she’s sitting at. She jumps at the sound of it, having been too engrossed in her book to be aware of what’s going on around her. When she looks up, she finds Harry standing at her tiny table in the campus coffee shop.

“Can I sit here?” he asks, his jaw tight. He’s wearing a gray Kendrick Lamar hoodie with the words DAMN. written in bold font across the front, his curly hair messily hidden underneath. All the other tables in the shop were taken (it tends to get pretty busy at noonish when everyone needs somewhere to sit and study), and Harry needs somewhere to sit before his next lecture.

She nods, eyes wide like a baby sheep. It’s quite jarring to just randomly see the guy you’ve been having sexy dreams about – especially for someone like y/n who apparently can’t be normal about having a crush or having an almost first kiss. She hopes she’s acting normal enough to not raise any suspicion. 

Trying to not get distracted by his green eyes and pretty pink lips, y/n looks down at the table, but finds herself instead staring at Harry’s hands. He has nice hands, she thinks to herself. The cross tattoo on his left hand compliments his tan skin nicely, and he has these thick knuckles that she just wants to run her fingers over. In one of his hands he holds a coffee cup, and even though she and him both got a medium sized coffee, his drink looks smaller, dwarfed in his massive hands. His thumb is fingering the lid of his drink mindlessly, and she remembers how that same thumb had touched her lips just over a week ago… how he’d tugged on her bottom lip and hypnotized himself with the sight of it bouncing back into place. And while she’s on that train of thought, she can’t help but remember how his hands portrayed such a significant role in her dream last night. Hadn’t she imagined them being wrapped around her throat–?

Harry clears his throat. Y/n glows with heat. She has absolutely no capability of being normal around him. “Sorry, what?” She hadn’t heard a word he’d said in the past minute, too caught up in her own thoughts. 

He smirks. Is she always this distracted? “Just asked how it’s going.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah– good, I’m good,” she closes the book, folding the corner of the page she’s on as a bookmark. “How about you?”

He shrugs. “Just got out of class. Needed a coffee.”

“What’d you get?”

“Just a black coffee.”

She can’t stop herself from wrinkling her nose, “Ew.” 

 He quirks a brow, “Well what’d you get?” “Vanilla latte with oat milk.” Yeah. She would be an oat milk girl.

Considering their recent frequency in seeing each other and his newfound… fondness towards her, he doesn’t find it difficult to start picking and prodding at her, getting to know her. He realizes Blake was right – she wasn’t a super duper shy girl, she probably had just been scared of him. Once he started talking to her and smiling every once in a while, it seems like she loosened up. What used to be painfully awkward conversations have now become free flowing and casual.

He picks up the book she was reading and reads the cover. “Book Lovers by Emily Henry. Awfully fitting for you.”

She furrows her brow, already offended. She hates it when people make fun of her books – especially boys who make fun of her for reading romance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a book lover, aren’t you? Can never find you without your nose in a book.” 

She relaxes. “Oh… yeah,” a soft chuckle escapes her. “Yeah, I guess I’m a book lover.”

“You think I’d like this one?” he asks, flipping through the first few pages. 

“Um… maybe.” She can’t imagine Harry being a huge fan of her soft romance books. “Are you a reader?”

“God, no,” he puts the book down. “Not smart enough for that.”

Her jaw drops. “You are totally smart, Harry! Way smarter than me!” she exclaims.

“M’just good at math,” he shrugs, “You’re little miss smartie, with your color coded notes. Reading your books for fun.” 

She grows shy. Part of her thought that Harry thought she was stupid – not the over-emotional-girl-who-cries-too-much kind of stupid, but rather the kind of stupid that makes you wonder how she even got into this school because she’s doing so bad in math. 

It was a massive hit to her girlboss mentality when she had to ask Harry for help, and even though Harry never actually made her feel dumb when answering her questions… she just had this mean voice in the back of her head that constantly nagged her, convincing her that Harry thought she was a stupid girl who should just give up and drop out. And ignoring that voice is really hard, so…  it was just nice to hear that he didn’t think she was a stupid little baby. It made that mean voice in her head shut up. 

“Um… by the way. My next calc midterm is next Friday. I was wondering if, um…” she tucks her hair behind her ear nervously. 

He fills in the rest for her. “Do you want to revise together this weekend?” 

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she says bashfully. “Your tutoring is super helpful.” 

“You can come over on Saturday,” he sips on his coffee. “No trouble.”

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“Is this right?” Y/n shows her work to Harry, and he nods. They’re both on his bed, except Harry’s lying down with his head on a pillow, scrolling through tiktok, while y/n’s hunched over her ipad. She’s been doing practice problems for the past three hours, asking Harry for help every once in a while. That's how it’s been most of the night – her study session is mostly just him checking her work to make sure she’s not doing anything funky and giving her hints if she’s stuck. 

She’s studied a lot in the past two weeks and luckily doesn’t need Harry to be guiding her through every problem, which makes her really happy. And she’s only gotten a couple of the practice problems wrong! Some of them were particularly tricky and had her stumped, but that’s why she has Harry. He helped her out of roadblocks and kept her motivated. Without him here, she probably would’ve given up after the first question that she didn’t know how to solve.

“You should take a break,” he says.

She’d refused to take any breaks since she got here – determined to finish the practice test that her professor had posted while she had Harry next to her to help. Now that she finished all the problems, she locks her ipad and puts it on Harry’s bedside table. She leans back on one of Harry’s pillows and copies Harry, holding her phone above her face. Except instead of scrolling through tiktok, she opens up her kindle app and starts reading.

He sees the tiny font on her screen from the corner of his eye. “Reading?” he asks.

“Mhm,” she shuffles around on his bed, getting comfortable. 

He thinks it’s kind of cute that she’s always reading. “Is it the same one as last time? Book Lovers?”

“No, I finished that one yesterday! This is by the same author though. S’called Beach Read.”

“What’s it about?” he turns off his own phone and sits up, turning to look down at y/n. Her hair is splayed across his pillows, and her eyes glimmer softly in his bedroom lighting.

She feels a little shy describing one of her favorite books to Harry – she’s often been ridiculed by her friends for being so lovey dovey and reading her silly romance books. But he seemed genuine when he asked. “Um– there are these two writers. The girl writes romance and the guy writes like these serious fiction books. And they’re kinda rivals.” 

He hums. “Let me read a little bit,” he looks down at the screen of her phone. “I tightened my thighs around the sides of his body–” he reads aloud, before she yanks her phone out of his sight.

“No!” she yelps, turning her phone off and practically throwing it across the room. “You are not allowed to read it!” 

He laughs, a fully amused belly laugh, and the sound is beautiful but she doesn’t allow herself to revel in it due to her embarrassment. “What are you reading?” he giggles.

“Oh my gosh,” she hides her face in her hands. 

“Didn’t expect you to be reading such dirty stories,” he teases, “I thought you were a good girl.”

“It’s not all dirty!” she defends herself. “It’s– it’s sweet! It’s a love story… it’s romantic.” Her voice gets quiet near the end. 

Harry’s laughter bubbles down and he’s left with a smirk on his face, while y/n lays in front of him, an embarrassed pout on her face. “M’only teasing,” he says as he reaches a hand out to rest on her thigh, not wanting her to look so sad. “Read whatever you want. Seems like a cute book, maybe I should pick it up, hm?” 

Her mind goes a little blank when his hand meets her thigh, his palm warming her skin once more – just like that night he’d almost kissed her. “Y-yeah, you might like it,” she clears her throat. “S’one of my favorites.”

That same look glazes over Harry’s eyes – that dark look, as if he’s deep in thought. 

She swallows thickly. Could this be it? Her second chance at a kiss with Harry?

She pushes herself up on her elbows, more alert. Her palms feel sweaty and she finds her fingers nervously toying with his comforter. A million thoughts are racing in her head as she searches Harry’s eyes, flickering back and forth, trying to see what he might be thinking of. He’s so hard to read. She feels like she’s drowning in his eyes. 

Almost as if he can read her thoughts, he leans forwards. She hopes she doesn’t look like an over-eager puppy, but her eyes light up and practically beg him to come closer, to just kiss her! He smiles to himself a bit, and obliges. 

With y/n laying on his bed, propped up by her elbows, and Harry already having been sat up on the bed, he doesn’t need to move that much closer for their faces to be aligned. He’s leaning over her, one hand holding him up, while the other hand comes up to her cheek.

She gasps when his large palm comes up to cup her face, his palm on her jaw and fingers sliding into her hair. He inches closer and closer, his eyes fluttering shut when his nose brushes against hers ever so lightly. She can feel the puff of his breathing against her lips, breathing in each of his exhales as she tries to stay calm. She forces her eyes shut, her entire body alive with butterflies.

He wets his bottom lip with his tongue, a force of habit, and nudges his nose against hers. She tilts her head to the side. He teases her for a second, gives her the chance to pull away by just grazing their lips together teasingly, and feels her sharp intake of breath at the contact. He can’t help but smirk against her lips.

With her eyes closed, she’s hyper aware of how it feels. The way his curls brush against her face… the warmth of his palm as he tilts her head upwards… the wetness of his lips as he finally… connects them… in a kiss. 

This was it. Her first kiss. 

There’s not one thought in her head, a stark contrast to how she’d spent countless sleepless nights overthinking the mechanics of kissing someone. She’d always worried that she’d mess it up, that she’d freeze and wouldn’t know what to do. 

But falling into the gentle caress of Harry’s lips is easy. Her nerves spill, her muscles relax, and she just lets herself melt against Harry’s lips. He suckles on her bottom lip gently, folds their lips together, pulls away with soft clicks just to reattach a second later. She sighs dreamily into his mouth and lets herself fall back into the bed, her head against his pillow. He doesn’t let their lips disconnect, following her down and climbing on top of her so that one of his legs is stationed between her thighs. 

She wonders if all kisses are this magnificent, or if it’s just Harry. Is it normal to feel your heart stuttering in your chest, or feel electricity flowing through your veins at just the touch of someone’s lips? Would she always lean her face into the palm of his hand, and let herself relax in the bliss of feeling his lips against hers?

It’s wonderful – a head-spinning, heart-fluttering, electrifying kiss. 

Harry’s hand that isn’t holding himself up comes down to rest on her thigh, goosebumps rising under his touch. His kisses start to grow more pressured, inhaling sharply and breathing heavily against her, tongue licking at the seam of her lips eagerly. His nose bends against her face as he tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tastes the sweet chapstick on her lips. Her skin is warm and soft and plushy underneath his touch, and her lips are addictive. 

He uses his grip on her thigh to hike her leg up, fitting his hips between hers and sliding his hand up and down her leg tantalizingly. He can feel her losing her breath, so he forces himself off of her lips and starts kissing down her neck. He skims his lips down, presses wet, hot kisses on her throat, his every breath making her core clench. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, eyes rolling into the back of her head, and takes heavy breaths, chest rising and falling shakily. Her hands come up to grab onto him – just hold onto him in any way – and the first thing her hands land on are his biceps. His firm, toned biceps, that are flexing as he hovers above her. In an effort to feel more grounded, she squeezes her fingers, but it just ends up making her even more lightheaded because god he’s so strong and muscular and he’s kissing her right now! 

She’s overwhelmed and her head is spinning and it feels like she’s in a dream, an amazing dream that feels so good and that she never wants to end – she can smell his aftershave and his shampoo and his overall yummy boy smell, and her lips are tingling with the aftermath of his kiss. She’d always imagined what it would be like to have her neck kissed and sucked on by a boy and now that it’s happening it’s better than she could’ve ever imagined, and she’s so sensitive, and it’s just different to have a real person touching you and kissing you all over, especially someone that she’s majorly attracted to and–

Harry presses his hips into her center and, wow, if it isn't the most arousing thing she’s ever experienced. Excitement and anticipation fill her veins… but then a trickle of doubt starts to filter in. She’d only just had her first kiss, was she ready to go any further than that? 

‘H-Harry,” she says, but it’s more of a moan because his fingers squeeze her hips and he’s kissing right underneath her earlobe right now and it’s sending shivers down all over her body. “M-maybe we should stop.”

“Hm?” He pulls away from where he was buried in her neck, his eyes blown out and lips slicked with a mix of their spit. 

“I-I’m not ready to have sex with you, if that’s what you want.”

“That’s okay,” he says, licking his lips. “I could just eat you out.”

And, god, if that doesn’t make her whimper. “I– no, I um…” she stammers over herself.

He smiles. “What is it?” he murmurs, an amused lilt to his voice.

“I… I haven’t done any of… that.” She swallows, looking at him nervously. Her heart, which had once been racing with excitement, now pounds with apprehension. This is the first time she’s been in this position and she’s feeling so vulnerable. 

It’s extremely scary and nerve-wracking and Harry’s silence is not doing anything to help her feel better.

“You’re a virgin?” he asks after a beat.

She nods. She feels insecure under his gaze, and even though she’s fully clothed, she feels totally exposed.

He laughs. “Are you really?” he asks again.

Her eyes flash with hurt. She just shared something extremely intimate with him, shared her very first kiss with him… and he was laughing at her?

She feels her heart drop, and her cheeks flame with insecurity. 

“Um–" she swallows around the lump developing in her throat. "I should go,” she says, barely over a whisper. She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him away, sliding out from underneath him and climbing out of his bed. Grabbing her ipad, she shoves it into her backpack, along with her notes that were scattered along his desk and her phone lying at the foot of his bed. Her cheeks burn hot and her heart is aching in her chest.

“What?” He doesn’t challenge her when she pushes him away, but he stares at her with his eyebrows furrowed, confused at the sudden mood shift. “What happened?”

She doesn’t answer. Her throat is hurting, the painful lump a tell-tale sign of the tears getting ready to fall.

“Y/n?” he asks again, getting off his bed and walking towards her. All amusement has left his face, brows furrowed in a concerned manner. She shrugs him off when he approaches her.

“Don’t.” She feels embarrassed, her mind only filled with insecurity. He was making fun of her for being a virgin, teasing her. As if she wasn’t already embarrassed enough about it herself.

She’d planned on calling Maddie to come pick her up when she was ready to go, but it doesn’t matter anymore. She leaves his room hastily, before any of the tears can fall, and nearly runs out of his apartment. 

She’ll walk home. 

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OMG!!! HOPE U GUYS LIKED ITTTTTT HEHEHEHE :-) part 3 is up on my patreon already and will come to tumblr next saturday (augsut 5) pleeeeaaaase lmk what u think and give her a rb and a comment i LOVE U GUYS SO SO MUCH!!!!

sunshine (part 3) - in which y/n just wants to get this whole virginity thing out of the way, and Harry needs to grovel a bit before she forgives him.

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[luckyshinyhunter]

Gravity Falls Headcanons

Warning, contains drinking and spoilers for the entire show, so bewarb!

The twins have a YouTube channel.

The Pines goes fishing on the Stan-o-war.

Stan, Fidds and Ford are Bisexual.

Mabel, Wendy and Pacifica are Pansexual.

Dipper and Wendy are Trans, while Tracey is Asexual and Quattro is Aro-ace.

Stan sometimes drinks when he's working on the portal but he stops when he heard that the kids were coming to stay with him for the summer.

Mabel introduced Stan to fanfiction, he made a bunch of fics about The Duchess Approves even though they are not age-appropriate but Soos likes them to show his support.

The Pines family, Soos and Fiddleford are Autistic.

Ford does some yoga and meditation.

Soos and Melody temporarily owns the Stanmobile.

Fiddleford got a makeover, thanks to Pacifica and Tate.

Soos and Stan spend Father's day together.

While helping Stan with his memory problem, Ford doesn't wanna talk about Filbrick, knowing that it felt trigging talking about the bad memories with him involved.

Soos hosts Karaoke night as the Mystery Shack.

Ford made a special back brace for Fidds.

Though Stan is the better cook, Ford is kinda bad at cooking but does practice and gets better from time to time, especially at baking.

Dipper helps Mabel via tutoring, but Stan or Ford does help them with homework from time to time.

After reconciling with his dad, Tate and Fiddleford would go fishing or do a jam session.

Stan give the kids boxing lessons and give them a old speed bag to practice on, Dipper mostly uses it just to remove stress, of course Stan is proud to see the kid hold his own.

Ford helps Mabel with her new sweaters design and models for her or add new concoctions to her Mabel juice.

Dipper and the Multibear are fans of Sabrina Carpenter and would sing some of her songs during Karaoke night.

Sometimes Stan visits the farm where Compy lives to check on him and plans to break him out.

Even though they still celebrate Hanukkah, the Pines family also celebrate Christmas.

The stan twins loved The Wizard of Oz, but haven't heard of Wicked until Mabel had the gang watch it for movie night.

Ford teared up because the film reminded him of a lot of their childhood and how much he relate to both Glinda and Elphaba.

Stan does too but tries to brush it off and said the film was fine until Soos caught him humming to popular the next day.

Even though he's does have some resentment towards Ford, Tate respects his dad's choice of giving Ford a chance.

The kids made a list of old and new shows to watch for the stan twins.

Stan can speak fluent spanish and brazilian while Ford can speak french, japanese and many other languages.

Stan and Dipper have their own guys night, even inviting Ford, Fiddleford and Soos to join if they have the time.

Mabel, Pacifica and Soos are huge Chappell Roan fans.

Stan can play the ukulele while Ford can play the pan flute.

Ford had a crush on Fiddleford since college but after he got married, he eventually moved on until he called him about making the portal.

After weirdmageddon, Ford confessed his love for him, he was shocked but felt the same way back.

Ford and Fiddleford text or video chat a lot, talking about the discoveries they made.

Even though he finds it a bit irritating, Stan is happy and is very supportive to his brother, even if his taste is somewhat questionable.

The kids received packages from both the stan twins and the residents of Gravity Falls, leading up to the day they come back.

Soos got Fiddleford in a lot of anime and the two watch a bunch of classic or new anime together.

Ford gave Dipper his very own journal to record his own adventures.

After coming across them in the woods, Fiddleford pretty much adopted the Dipper clones and have them live in his mansion.

Stan does cuts his hair sometimes, but likes keep it longer or have it as a ponytale.

Ford still has the green shorts from college.

Dipper and Soos got Ford and Fiddleford invested in Pokémon.

Ford and Fiddleford would go hiking or make robots together as some form of a date.

The stan twins reconnect with Shermie, As expected he was pissed for not telling him about everything that happen but happy to see them again

Instead of destroying them, Ford gave the journals to Fidds, hiding them where only he could find them.

[soldiergf]

locked inside your heart shaped box - part one (no crash au jackie taylor x natalie scatorccio)

part two

summary: jackie's the hot, popular homecoming queen that everybody adores. she's destined to be the perfect housewife, but all her plans change a bit when tough burnout natalie scatorccio moves to wiskayok. cue the drama, the romance, and the sudden realization that maybe jackie isn't as straight as she thought...

tw: none (for now)

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if you asked jackie taylor what her favorite part about summer was, she would probably pick her family’s vacation to the hamptons. and then she’d immediately change her answer to her 17th birthday party. and then she might turn around and say when they got the pool installed in the backyard. in fact, the only thing jackie didn’t enjoy was the three-day long camping trip she took with her parents. it was supposed to be a fun learning experience for her. the only thing jackie learned was that she was not built for the wilderness.

so, yeah, summer was pretty good. and while she’s sad to have to trade in days at the beach for days in a trig classroom, she can’t help but be excited. it was her first day of senior year! the year of all the opportunities. senior trips, college credit classes, big dances, graduations. and hopefully - the year her soccer team would make it to nationals.

the last day of her junior year was a big one. coach martinez had pulled her aside after soccer practice and while jackie was scared shitless that she was going to get kicked off the team for something (her shoes were a different color than the mandated black or white - her blue sneakers were just so cute). he had informed her that he’s going to make her senior year captain. He said something about her not being fastest, or having the best footwork, and a bunch of other things that sounded suspiciously like insults but jackie didn’t care, because she was going to be the fucking team captain. definitely better than being kicked off the team.

so, yeah, jackie was excited.

jackie checks her hair and makeup in the mirror one last time, and then heads downstairs. she slips on her favorite pair of shoes, - red heels, to match with the dress her grandparents picked out with her - grabs her bag and heads out the door, ready to start a brand new day at wiskayok high. its gonna be fun jackie reassures herself. after all - why wouldn’t it be? she calls out a goodbye to her mother and sees shauna’s car pull up by her curb, sliding into the passenger seat.

jackie remembers the day that she met shauna. it was the first day of their freshman year, and they assigned seats right next to each other in geometry. it was probably the best thing that ever happened to jackie (except for when she got floor seat eras tour tickets as a birthday present, but, close enough).

ever since then, jackie and shauna were like two peas in a pod. they did everything together. why wouldn’t they? they were best friends. jackie remembers one day in sophomore year during her biology class, when shauna was absent, the teacher asked her ‘where the other one was’. it was one of jackie’s happiest moments. she never really had anyone the way she had shauna before. 

shauna even helped her get with her current boyfriend, jeff. she was tutoring him all throughout freshman year, and jackie was obsessed with him. At first, she was convinced that shauna liked him - which would have been a problem cause what kind of best friend would she be if she went after her best friend’s crush? - but once she realized shauna didn’t like him, she immediately set up a plan for shauna to talk to him so they can get together. In the end, everything worked out and now, three years later, jeff and jackie are still thriving and together.

“so,” jackie says enthusiastically, grabbing shauna’s hand, to which the latter pulls away. probably just to keep both her hands on the wheel, jackie figures.. “first day of senior year! are you ready?! i feel super confident about soccer tryouts. and about rutgers, of course!”

rutgers. jackie’s dream school. It truly was everything she ever could have wanted. in freshman year, she took a tour with her high school class and immediately fell in love. when asked ‘why rutgers’ her immediate response was ‘why not rutgers.’ it had amazing academic courses, a variety of majors to choose from, a beautiful campus and tall, ivy colored walls. she wanted it all. 

but that wasn’t the only reason jackie wanted to go to rutgers.

jackie wasn’t big on secrets. well, okay, fine, maybe she was - she had a lot of them, anyways. but she wasn’t a big fan of secrets she couldn’t tell shauna. in fact, she only has one of those. 

jackie taylor, popular girl extraordinaire, wanted to get the fuck out of wiskayok, new jersey. She was the poster child for a small town golden girl. It’s not like she was expected to go places that weren’t the chapel to get married to the father of her future children. and she loves jeff, she really does, and she wants a life with him but not like that. she wants her own life, too. one that’s more than just being a man’s wife. a child’s mother. a product of the suburban lifestyle. 

she knows, realistically, she could never leave. she could never be the person she truly wants to be. besides, it’s not like her parents would ever let her get that far away from wiskayok. so rutgers was the farthest she could go.

contrary to popular belief, jackie taylor was not your stereotypical popular homecoming queen. she actually had thoughts and feelings that weren’t just ‘oh, my dress is ugly!’ or ‘oh, my hair looks great today!’ (although, she did take her haircare very seriously). jackie was actually a real life human being, not just a lifesize barbie doll. with her long, caramel-colored hair flowing down her shoulders, her long eyelashes always curled to perfection, and her clothes always form-fitting and attractive, jackie knows it’s hard to imagine her as a girl with problems. It’s hard to imagine that perfect, smart, gorgeous jackie taylor could have things to cry about. hot girls have it easy, that’s what everyone thinks. and jackie knows, she knows that she probably has it easier than most. 

but it doesn’t mean she has it easy.

jackie realizes that being a pretty, popular girl isn’t all bad. but it’s not all good. sometimes it causes less problems. and sometimes it causes more. it’s like one of the posters on her bedroom wall, written in big, bold text: girlhood is like godhood, a begging to be believed. that’s what it feels like to be jackie taylor; just begging to be believed.

ever since the day she knew what the word "housewife" meant, jackie knew that was her destiny. and as much as she didn't love the idea of staying at home, taking care of the kids while her husband was at work, she knew that there were worse things in the world. and when you've had as much time to prepare for this future as jackie had, well, you get used to it.

so jackie's used to it, really. it's fine. but still, a girl can dream.

“come on, let’s grab something real quick.” jackie says, nodding over to the local cafe. jackie’s pretty sure her and shauna go to the cafe more than the go to actual school (and jackie had a perfect attendance record). jackie’s raging insomnia meant she needed the caffeine. tired girl is never a successful one, jackie’s mom had always told her. she’s pretty sure that was just her trying to get jackie to go to sleep on time, but, the details aren’t really important. what was important is that usual server who takes jackie and shauna’s order wasn’t there, and instead, was replaced by a blonde haired, pale skinned, grunge looking teenage girl, no older than 18. 

jackie was not big on spontaneity or anything that doesn’t follow a routine, so sue her for freezing up slightly when she noticed there was a new girl. a new girl who didn’t know her and shauna’s order by heart, a new girl who might not match jackie’s positive attitude, a new girl who looked like she was giving jackie the death stare until jackie realized she was the one staring. shit. so much for first impressions.

“sorry” jackie immediately apologized. “um, can we get a small iced caramel latte and a small americano, please?” she recited her and shauna’s usual order. usually, with the old girl, jackie would engage in conversation for a couple of minutes until she backs up the line so much that the store’s owner walks out and starts yelling at the two of them. this time, she expected the blonde girl - whose name tag read natalie - to bitch at her, maybe judging her for her choice of drink or whatever. but instead, she just nods, takes jackie’s credit card, gives it back, and walks away to make the drink. and jackie? has no fucking clue what to think.

“you okay?” shauna asks, noticing jackie’s shaken up state. “uh yeah, sorry.” jackie immediately snaps out her trance, still staring awkwardly at natalie. “um, shauna? what do you think of the new girl?” jackie asked, finally tearing away her eyes from the dark makeup and the shaggy haircut. “what do you mean?” shauna asked, and jackie just shakes her head because of course shauna never payed enough attention to notice that they always order from the same girl because of course shauna never cared enough about routines. of course she never had to live her life by a certain formula or method the way jackie did. so of course when a new server comes around, shauna doesn’t even bat an eyelash. of course, of course, of course-

“never mind.” jackie shakes her head, and ignores the pit in her stomach when she realizes that shauna isn’t going ask her what’s wrong.

“here you go.” natalie says, handing the drinks over to the girls, her face completely expressionless, no visible hatred detected but no obvious happiness either. now, jackie isn’t the best at reading social cues, she can be oblivious sometimes and people like natalie, with no obvious expression on their faces, doesn’t help. jackie likes the feeling of being able to know what’s going on in someone’s head, it makes her feel safer. natalie makes her feel the opposite.

jackie smiles as wide as her lips would let her go, taking both her and shauna’s drink as the two of them exit the cafe.

they still had a good 20 minutes until school started - jackie always made sure that her and shauna were early for the first day - so they stayed in the car, sipping their coffee and gossiping like always (which equals to jackie yapping and shauna just nodding along). it was nice. jackie hadn’t really seen much of shauna throughout the summer, despite jackie’s many attempts for them to get together and hang out, and even though things were slightly tense between them, jackie can’t deny that she misses her best friend. almost enough that she was considering being a few minutes late just so she could talk to shauna for a bit longer. almost.

“alright.” jackie squeezes shauna’s hand. “it’s time.”

they walk into the school, hand and hand, and as excited as she is to finally be back, jackie can’t deny that she’s slightly nervous. it’s her last year. it has to be perfect, jackie starts to think, but then stops before she can start reading too much into it.

she sits down at her homeroom, finding the desk labeled with her last name, and plopping down. she’s near the door, so she’s able to look outside and observe all the students walking up and down the halls, in and out of classrooms. she recognizes everyone, having memorized everyone’s names and faces by the time she finished her freshman year and no that doesn’t make her a creep, it’s not like she followed anyone around or anything trying to find out if their name was sarah with an ‘h’ or without one (it’s not stalking, okay, its just research) (oh, and there was an h. ten points for jackie). 

eventually, her own classroom starts to fill out except for a seat next to her, labeled “scatorccio” in all uppercase letters. which is odd, given the fact that jackie doesn’t actually know anyone with the last name scatorccio, which she may or may not start freaking out about.

but before she can take anymore time to have a mini panic attack about everything not going to plan, the principal steps into her classroom and requests jackie head over to his office, which causes her to have a different mini panic attack because she’s been here for what, five minutes, and she’s already in trouble? (okay, logistically, she knows she’s probably not in trouble, and her freaking out is just another repeat of the coach martinez incident, but still). apparently, jackie’s fear is obvious, cause the principal just chuckles and informs her that no, she isn’t in trouble, and instead he wants her to show around the new girl, which immediately made jackie why the actual fuck did someone move to wiskayok of all places but she didn’t say that because oh, that must be who the scatorccio girl is.

as she walks into the principal’s office, he starts to go on to say something about how he wanted her to show the new girl around because she was positive representation for the school or something, some shit she’d really eat up if it wasn’t for the growing pit in her stomach when she saw coffee shop girl standing right in front of her in the office, which, why the hell would she be here? unless…unless-

“jackie, this is the girl i want you to show around. natalie scatorccio, meet jackie taylor. jackie, this is natalie.”

well. fuck.

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[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be |  l

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet a new kid and your feelings for your best friend are said aloud.

Warnings: mentions of bullying, mentions of slut shaming, implications of violence, implications of strict parents

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Starting my first ever series for Eli! I always wanted to do a series following his story line in the show along with a female character so I did! I'm aware of other series being done like this by other writers on here, but this will be my own unique twist. There are similarities because it does follow the show's storyline but different because of my own interpretations!

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“If the limit never approaches anything, then the limit does not exist,” you listened to Eli as he helped you with your math homework. “But in this case, it does, so what is it?” he pointed at the problem on the sheet.

“Two?” you furrowed your brows, trying your best not to sound like you were guessing. 

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re in Calculus for a reason,” he encouraged.

“Only because I passed Trig with an 89, they only let me in because of pity,” you frowned. 

Calculus has been your enemy since the beginning of the semester. You really didn’t want to take the class in the first place but your parents had been adamant about you taking higher-level classes. You would’ve been fine filling up your schedule with more creative art classes like ceramics and photography, but that wasn’t the agreement. 

Math and science classes were part of the agreement. 

Thankfully, you had two smart best friends who helped you whenever you had trouble.

“My advice?” Demetri spoke up.

You and Eli glanced at him, a knowing look on both your faces.

To be honest, while you had two best friends, only one was good at helping you out. 

Demetri on the other hand? He had a habit of giving unsolicited advice. But because you loved him, you tolerated and actually encouraged him to hear what he had to say. 

“Rewatch Mean Girls,” he deadpanned. 

You let out a chuckle. “What I’m hearing is, that you guys are agreeing to watch it for our next movie night,” you grinned.

Both boys groaned.

“I’m fine watching your sci-fi, superhero films, but a girl needs her rom coms and chick flicks,” you mused. 

Being the only girl and having vastly different interests compared to the guys, there were moments where you felt outnumbered. Sometimes you have to plead for one movie night to be your pick. 

“I’d be down for Mean Girls this Friday,” Eli shrugged.

You silently clapped your hands, face creeping up with heat when you and Eli made eye contact.

“Demitiri?” you turned your attention to your other best friend.

After a minute, he rolled his eyes, agreeing.

“This Friday, my place,” you grinned. “Both my parents will be having a date night, so we’ll have the place to ourselves,”.

“Are you sure your dad will allow that?” Demetri cocked a brow. “That man is scary and I don’t want to know what will happen when he sees his daughter home alone with two boys,” he shuddered. 

“He won’t mind, he likes you guys,” you attempted to reassure. “Besides, we’re just watching a movie,”.

“We know that, but will he?” Demetri asked in a mix of sarcasm and sincerity. 

“C’mon, my dad isn’t that scary,” you trailed. 

“I-I don’t think he likes me very much,” Eli said quietly. 

“He does,” you straightened up. “Don’t worry about my dad guys, you’ve known him for ten years,” you stated.

You watched as the boys avoided your gaze, the sound of the cafeteria surrounded you when they both fell silent. Leaning back in your seat, you wondered why they were bringing this up now. 

Like he read your mind, Demetri spoke up, “I’m just pointing out an observation I’ve noticed for the last few years. The older we get, the more of a threat your dad thinks we are,” he explained. “Guess it’s the raging teenage hormones!” he gestured with his hands, joking at the end.

Eli’s lips spread out into a smirk.

Relaxing, you shook your head at the way your best friend acted, even though you found the joke to be funny.

For the next few minutes, Eli went on to explain limits to you. You were about to ask a question when a new presence stopped you.

“Hey, can I sit here?” 

You all turned your attention to a kid with dark hair and brown eyes, a tray in his hand as he gestured at the empty seat next to Eli. 

You were about to welcome him until Demitri beat you to it. 

“Check back next semester as you can see we’re entirely booked,” he said sarcastically but the new kid didn’t catch it.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he was about to walk away. 

“He’s kidding, you can sit,” you gestured to the empty seat. “I’m Y/N, that’s Demitri and Eli,” you introduced. 

“Miguel,” he nodded.

Just then, Yasmine and her entourage walked passed, causing Miguel to go into a trance. 

You frowned at his reaction. You hated that just cause they were pretty, it forgave all the terrible things they’ve done to your friends and you.

“You’re just torturing yourself,” Demetri warned. “They’re the rich girls”.

“Do you talk to them or…?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah, all the time,” Demetri feigned a smirk. “We hang out after school, make out,” he shrugged. “Eli is homecoming king, and gets laid more than anyone”.

You rolled your lips together, glancing at your lap.

“You pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college the moment you sat at this table,” he frowned. 

Comments like that reminded you that boys will be boys. In the sense that virginity is still frowned upon. The societal pressure to lose it before a certain age disgusted you. 

What happened to not conforming to society's rules?

“Oh, great, Yasmine is looking at us,” Eli narrowed in on himself, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “Probably making fun of me”.

“I wouldn’t assume that,” you reassured. “She’s always going to have that nasty look on her face,” you grimaced.

Then you made eye contact with her. 

She whispered something to Moon, causing both of them to burst out laughing. 

You figured she was making fun of you again, calling you a slut or whatever. Dropping your gaze to your food, you checked your phone for the time.

“I gotta go, it was nice meeting you,” you smiled towards Miguel as you got up. 

“What about your homework?” Eli asked.

“I got limits now,” you attempted to reassure but your composure fell when you accidentally looked Yasmine’s way. “Besides I have to get my sketch done before class,” you hoisted your bag over your shoulder. 

Art was your passion. Since you could talk, you could draw. Your best friends might’ve been computer nerds, but you? You were an artistic geek. 

Still, as talented as you were, Yasmine and Moon used that area of your life to make fun of you. Whether it was a silly doodle you drew during class or an actual piece you worked your ass off for class. 

They tried to diminish your spirit with your art, but thankfully you haven’t lost it yet.

Shaking your head to brush the thoughts away, you gulped down the lump in your throat and managed to make your way down the hall to your art class twenty minutes early.

While you were gone from the lunchroom, the conversation at the table shifted, focusing on you.

“Do you like her or something?” Miguel asked Eli.

The awkward boy stilled at the newcomer’s question, opting to fidget with his fingers while staring at his tray. He didn’t think he was being obvious, the only other person who knew of his infatuation with you was Demetri. 

“He’s been in love with her since they met in kindergarten, her too but they’re too scared to admit it,” Demetri answered for him. “I think they’ll get married before either of them admit they do like each other,”.

It was true. 

You liked Eli and Eli liked you.

The moment you laid eyes on him on the playground, that was it for the two of you. But both of you are socially awkward, insecure people…neither of you had the guts to tell each other how you truly feel.

Leaving Demetri to stand and watch at the mutual pining unwind for the last ten years.

“I’m not in love with her,” Eli defended. “Besides, she wouldn’t ever like someone like me,” he folded in on himself. 

“You won’t know if you never strike first,” Miguel tried to reason. 

“Good luck with getting Eli to do that,” Demerit said.

Eli sighed, keeping his gaze down. As much as he wanted to argue, he knew deep down that his friend was right.

~

“Keep this door open,” your dad barked quickly followed by your mother scolding him.

The door had been half-way opened, or half-way closed, when he walked past. He decided it wasn’t to his standards so he made sure the door was wide, banging it against the adjacent wall.

“Sorry,” you said, not looking up from your notebook.

You were sitting in your room, Eli helping you study for your Clac quiz tomorrow. It was a routine for the two of you, hanging out after school and doing homework. Quality time well spent and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Sometimes Demetri would join but he decided to play Dungeon Lord after school today. Part of you was happy to hear he wouldn’t be joining.

Especially when that meant you spent more time with Eli. Meaning there would be more brief moments where your shoulders or knees would brush. Which would send butterflies straight to your tummy.

“Miguel seems nice,” Eli shrugged, placing his pen down. “He mentioned something about karate, he wants all of us to join,” he smiled lightly.

“Really?” you smirked. “What did Demetri say to that?” you laughed, knowing he had some highlighted opinions about it.

“Wasn’t on board, but I don’t know,” he glanced down. “Maybe it could be fun,” he said.

“If you want to,” you passed him a smile. “It’d be nice to see you kick Kyler’s ass for once,” you sighed, glancing at the problem in your book.

You missed the way he frowned but he continued, “You should join too,”. 

“Me?” your eyes widened and you glanced up to meet his gaze. 

“Yeah,” he cracked a grin. One that was big and genuine, something that only happened in front of you or Demetri. “You’d be great at kicking ass too,” he reasoned. 

“In my dreams,” you huffed out a laugh. “I can barely do a push-up,” you shook your head. 

“Maybe just think about it,” he suggested.

“Okay, I will,” you nodded. “So, how am I doing?” you licked your lips. 

You pushed your notebook between the two of you. 

Both of you leaned in, your shoulders brushing against each other. Anytime you inhaled, you smelled him. 

He smelled nice. 

“You’re doing good, you just need to remember that an open circle means the limit exists but not in the function,” he pointed at the problem you got wrong. 

“Stupid circles,” you huffed out a breath, running a hand over your hair. “Thanks again, Eli,” you pressed your lips into a soft smile. 

“You’re going to do great, okay?” he nudged his elbow with yours. 

“Okay,” you nodded, allowing yourself to believe. 

You went over the material for a few minutes, your mind getting lost in all things limits and functions. 

Unbestowent to you though, Eli was watching you. 

He watched the way your nose would scrunch when you didn’t understand what you read the first time around. The way your lashes fluttered as you scanned the page. The way you would lick your lips in concentration. The way you would crack your knuckles when they got too stiff. 

He was utterly in love with you. 

Being friends for ten years, you’d reach that point without even dating. Even if it was just puppy love, he knew one thing for sure—he likes you, a lot. 

He doubted himself when he thought about what Demetri said. And when he thought about the comment Kyler made earlier of him being a loser. He had come home crying, knowing he was never going to get a girlfriend because of the way he looked. But then his mind thought to Miguel. 

Maybe he could be wrong, maybe he could get a girlfriend. Maybe it could be you.

Without second-guessing any further, he opened his mouth.

“Hey, Y/N?” he cleared his throat. 

“Yeah?” you reached your gaze to his, your head resting in your palm. 

“I like you,” he confessed, face going pale at the fact that he actually said that to you. 

Your eyes went wide, face blank as you took in his words. You didn’t say anything for a few moments, just staring at your best friend. 

“I-you know, never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he felt embarrassed, shaking his head as he went back to his homework. 

“Wait!” you reached out and touched his arm. “I like you too,” you gulped, a smile creeping up on your face. 

“Really?” he seemed taken aback.

You nodded enthusiastically. 

The two of you gazed at each other for what felt like a few minutes until you bent over in giggles, still in disbelief. 

“I’m glad you told me,” you reached for his hand on your desk, squeezing it. 

“Me too,” he squeezed it back. 

You felt your cheeks heat up before you turned back to your work. 

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you doing work, holding hands.

~

The next day at school, Eli was sitting with Demetri and Miguel. 

Having just told the news about you and him, he was feeling a little proud of himself that he actually did it. 

And more relieved that you actually reciprocate his feelings.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Demetri raised a brow.

Eli smiled, his cheeks turning pink while Miguel laughed. 

“I’m glad someone took my advice, now you see my Sensei is legit,” Miguel pointed out. 

Eli nodded, a small smile on his face.

“I’m gonna need more evidence to back it up,” Demerit crossed his arms over his chest. “This,” he gestured to Eli, “has been a work in progress for ten years, your words of encouragement just gave him enough push,” he scoffed. 

About to respond, Eli was stopped by the smell of your perfume. He turned his head to the left just in time to greet you as you approached the table.

“Hi, guys,” you greeted, taking your seat next to Eli. “Hi, Eli,” your cheeks warmed up.

“Hi, Y/N,” his eyes beamed with admiration. “You look nice,” he blushed, glancing over the pretty green sundress you wore today, but his gaze circled back to your face.

“Thanks,” you glanced down, running a hand over the skirt. “It’s been in my closet for a while, I figured it’d be happy to see the light of day,” you shrugged, unaware he wasn’t talking about the dress.

“You should wear it more often,” Eli commented.

Demetri and Miguel sent each other a knowing look before Miguel decided to cut the awkward lovey-dovey talk.

“So, Y/N, did Eli tell you about joining my karate dojo?”

You focused your gaze on him, the warmth of your cheeks dissolving when your mind was pushed away from Eli. “Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “I thought about it, but I don’t know if I want to do something like that. I need my hands for my art, I don’t want them beaten and bruised,” you stifled a laugh. 

Miguel nodded in understanding. “Thanks for thinking about it, Y/N,” he pressed his lips in a smile. 

“No problem. Anyway, do you want to join us for movie night this Friday?” you extended your invitation to him. “You can pick the movie,” you offered. 

“Sure, I’d like that,” he grinned.

“Awesome”. 

~

Friday came around and you were all seated on your couch in the living room watching Spider-Man. 

You actually enjoyed the pick, especially watching the nerdy boy become the hero. One who reminded you a lot of the boy sitting right next to you. 

Miguel was on the recliner, Demetri on the other end of the couch, and Eli in the middle with you on the other side. Except, Eli was scooted closer to you, only a bowl of popcorn separating the two of you. 

Your hands happened to brush a lot when you’d reach for the popcorn. Though, you didn’t mind. 

You had gotten to the part where Peter Parker discovered his powers, a glass in your hand as you had come back from refilling your drink.

“That’s a cool painting,” Miguel noticed the piece of art framed by the TV. 

It was an oceanscape of the beach.

“Y/N painted it,” Eli stated.

“No kidding,” Miguel said in amazement, standing up to study it. “You’re really talented, Y/N,” he smiled over to you. 

“Thanks, that was my first one so my parents framed it,” you shyly said. 

“You should see her sketchbook, it’s filled with the most awesome things,” Eli smiled.

You glanced at him, sending him a thankful look. 

“Can I see?” Miguel’s eyes beamed. “My yaya loves paintings, I’d love to show her your work,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ll grab some that you could take pictures of,” you stood up, cheeks on fire. 

It wasn’t often that you got praised for your art, mainly from your parents or your friends. So this was new. But you took the pleasure from it nonetheless. 

Heading to your room, you grabbed a few of your favorite paintings before you went to your bag in search of your sketchbook, only you couldn’t find it. 

As panic erupted, you thought back to the last time you saw it. You had it in art class and then you went to P.E. You could’ve sworn you had it then, but you guessed you were wrong. 

“I can’t find my sketchbook,” you gulped, walking back to the living room. 

“Maybe you left it in your locker or someone found it and took it to the lost and found,” Miguel offered, gesturing with his hands. 

“Yeah, it’ll turn up,” Demetri reassured. “I don’t think anyone would have wanted to steal it,” he shrugged.

“We’ll help you find it on Monday,” Eli said, reaching for your hand.

“Thanks, guys,” you blew out your breath.

You were glad you had them and you really hoped your sketchbook turned up. 

Part of you didn’t want to think about it, but you were worried about who had it if they did. And it only traced back to two girls.

~

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[tinyraptorhands]

You Scratch My Back...finale

It was the day.

You were sitting at your desk. Ectoplasm was handing out the test sheets, the bane of your existence now put on your desk. You side-eyed Katsuki.

He didn't look up, but you saw his brow twitch slightly. You took a breath through your nose.

"Begin." Ectoplasm said, and pencils met paper.

You let out the breath you took in quietly, and clicked your mechanical pencil twice, the lead sliding out.

Trigonometry, your own personal villain-was about to meet its end by your pencil.

You began to look at the problems, and went to the ones you knew well. You showed your work, and then went back to the more challenging ones. Your palms began to sweat, and you swallowed.

The numbers began to confuse you, and you knew where this was heading.

No.

You set your pencil down, and wiped your sweaty palms on your skirt. You began to see a few classmates hand in their finished test. Bakugo was one of the first. As he went to his desk, he looked down at you for a fleeting moment.

But it was enough to convey something.

Something you could only decipher from these past few weeks.

*You got this.*

You picked up the pencil and thought back to what Katsuki had taught you.

You could do this.

Heart pounding and palms continued to sweat, you began to solve the problems.

As you handed your test on the podium with the others, you felt yourself almost go slack with relief.

For now, the beast was vanquished. All that was left was to wait.

You looked over at Katsuki, and gave him a small smile. 'Thank you.' You mouthed. He had been looking in your direction already, and made a small 'tch' noise as he looked away from you.

His cheeks were faintly pink.

"Alllllll right class! Good job with your English essays! I legit enjoyed them all!" Present Mic said, handing back the graded English assignments. You looked over at Katsuki, as his was handed to him. He looked down, and a flicker of suprise hit him. You turned fully, motioning to show you. He flipped up the corner discreetly.

100%.

You gave him the biggest smile. He rolled his eyes, and gave a smirk.

Your tutoring skills paid off.

"Think I'll get a passing grade on my trig?" You had asked after morning classes. He smirked.

"You better. I didn't do all this shit for nothing." He said, packing up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. You had followed him into the cafeteria, something that became a habit as of the past few weeks.

It became a habit. The two of you, being together.

And whereas your fellow classmates saw a shift, neither of you did.

Or maybe, both of you had been in denial.

A few days later, Ectoplasm announced he had graded the tests. Your fists tightened at their resting place on your lap. You turned your head towards Katsuki.

Time to see the fruits of his labor. Or rather, both his and your labors.

When you were handed your paper, you swallowed, flipping it around.

83%.

The highest grade you had ever had on any sort of number related test ever. You covered your mouth with your hand. You felt your eyes water.

Sure. It wasn't an amazing grade, to the average person. But you weren't average.

This was akin to getting the gold medal to you. You sharply turned your torso, facing his tesk. He looked at your unshed tears, and his eyes narrowed. He misunderstood.

You gave him the biggest grin you had, and didn't even care if others saw you or your grade as you showed him your test paper.

He blinked, stunned for a moment.

Oh, sure. The grade was passable and much higher than your regular percentages, that was good.

No, it was that smile.

That damned smile. Like you had won the friggin' lottery. Like you were just crowned number one pro hero of the whole damn world.

He gave a slight nod with a neutral expression, but you knew he was pleased.

What you didn't notice in your glee was his ears, or the way he suddenly gripped his own paper.

Somehow, as if by habit, you found yourself in the library on Saturday. You didn't understand it yourself, but you felt the desire to.

Apparently, so did he. As you reached for the handle, another person did as well.

"Uh..." both of you found yourselves facing eachother, each grabbing the handle of the library door. You both flinched away from the metal handle.

"What...uhm, what brings you here, Bakugo?" Smooth, (y/n). Real smooth. You mentally wanted to punch your own face in.

"Tch. Just....needed a breather from the nerd." Katsuki had said, looking away as he dug his hands into his pockets. You nodded.

"Deku?"

"Mm. Yeah. He wanted me to go over a few of his...quirk analysis things. Keeps wanting me to train with him, even though he..." he looked guilty for a second.

"Even though he's running on borrowed time with the Embers?" You asked.

Katsuki nodded, scratching the back of his head. He looked frustrated. "I...I get he wants to still stay strong. I won't back down from a spar but...feels weird. Him not using quirk. Me having to hold my own quirk back."

"Then don't." You said. He looked up at you, bewildered.

"The hell? I'd kill him if I did that!" He hissed. You shook your head.

"No, I mean like...don't hold everything back. He's still strong. Even without One For All. He can still hold his own. I'm not saying to blast him all to hell. But don't treat him like a delicate flower, because we all know he's not."

He was silent. "...Huh."

"What?"

"Big words, coming from you, gajin."

"And what happened to calling me (y/n)?" You smirked. He looked a little stunned. "Yeah, don't think I forgot about that."

He internally screamed. How did you remember such a tiny moment!? He looked flustered. You put a hand on your hip.

"W-well...what the hell are you doing here then??" He was quick to change the subject to you. You suddenly blushed.

"M-me? I was-"

"Miss me torturing you that much?" He snarked, his ego back and settled. You rolled your eyes.

"Puh-leese. If that was torture, than call me a masochist, cause I enjoyed our ti-" you stalled, and your eyes widened. You blushed furiously.

So did he.

"C-crap, wait. No, not like...I mean-"

"Fuck this." He suddenly said, cutting you off. He quickly grabbed your wrist, leading you outside, near the back of the building. He let go, only to gently push you back into the brick. You swallowed.

He stared down at you with piercing red eyes, caging you in with his arms. "How?" He said it more like a statement.

"H-how...what?" You squeaked out.

He sucked his teeth. "I mean...how the hell did you..." he groaned, running his hand through his hair. "Damn it. I can't-"

Whatever possessed you to yank his tie down, and capture his lips in yours was beyond you. But there you were.

Kissing Katsuki Bakugo.

And...he wasn't resisting. Actually, he was kissing back. Fiercely. Your brain felt like it was melting, tongues twirling and lips biting lips only to be nursed by a tongue in reply. Your hand slid down over his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping rapidly against your palm.

He let out a small groan, and you whimpered. Air. You both needed air. As you separated, a sting of saliva connected your lips to his for a brief moment. The sight nearly sent him spiraling. Your wet, kiss swollen lips. Heaving bosom. Your half lidded eyes.

He suddenly slammed his head into the brick wall. He was so *screwed*. You let out a yelp, the Makeout haze broken. "A-are you-"

"This wasn't part of my plan." He muttered against the cool brick. His hands still caged you in, and you could see his fingers flex. "I...I'm supposed to be working on being the number one hero. The best. Not....falling for some pretty foreign girl who gets her numbers twisted. Not....not someone who makes me..." he lifted his head from the brick, and you could see a red mark blooming. You frowned, touching his forehead. He didnt wince or flinch away. "...not someone who makes me think things I never thought of. Someone who...doesn't mince words. Someone who listens...You...damn you," he grabbed your hand, taking it away from his forehead and placed it over his heart roughly. "Look! Look what you do to me! This is your fault, (y/n). You feel it?? This heart. It shouldn't be pounding like this! It's only supposed to do that when I'm training or being the best! Not for you! And yet here you are. Doing just that." He let go of your hand, and it fell to your side. "...what the hell?" He asked, voice uncharacteristically soft. "...this was only meant to be me upping my grades, and you passing your damn test."

"...Maybe it was that." You finally spoke. "Maybe it started that way but...y'know...I felt it, too." You said, looking down. "I wasn't...expecting to fall for you." You said silently. "Maybe I always admired you and when we got to know eachother...it just happened?"

He clicked his tongue. "Love is stupid."

"Yeah. It is." You chuckled sympathetically. "But...I don't mind it."

He looked down at you. "...I...guess you could fit into my future. For now." Who was he kidding? He wanted to fight alongside you. He wanted to see where this would all lead.

"...You could still tutor me?" You said softly, smiling up at him innocently.

"Oh, that goes without question. You thought that grade impressed me?" He smirked down at you. "Nah. We're gonna get you to 100%. Even if it kills me. No girl of mine is gonna have issues with grades."

"Please don't die." You deadpanned. He smirked.

"C'mon, (y/n). We can make out after we do that trig homework." He ruffled your hair, walking to the other side to the entrance. an

You giggled, and rushed to walk alongside him.

"Then I guess I can teach you some more english, considering we'll be dating." You grinned up at him.

"Oh yeah? What makes you think I still need your help?" He smirked at you. You smiled.

"Because if you're gonna scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." You said, matter-of-factly. He barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, alright. Just tell me how to tell you 'I love you'. That's all I need to know." He said, his voice soft.

You reached for his hand, and he gently clasped it in yours.

"Ah. What are girlfriends for?" You chuckled.

Katsuki Bakugo wasn't supposed to fall for the idiot girl.

But he did.

And that, in of itself, was a mathematical miracle.

((Had to change some wording. Something I described lead to some confusion so I just changed it. Sorry about that!))

[ultimateswag]

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜- Study Sesh

Paring : Steven Meeks x fem reader

TW : (brief) mentions of biblical studies and Pythagorean Identities.

[this is my first imagines by the way, so please excuse any mistake or poor writing (I tried to not mention any racial aspects, but lmk what I can improve)]

Latin was always a subject you mastered. It got much easier once you began to assimilate Latin with French, which, by the way, you were also pretty good at. One was a dead language, not spoken nowadays, but really useful when doing biblical studies, and then the other was the language of romance, the one people thought of when asked to say the most romantic and sexy language there is.

Though, besides languages and the occasional English, you weren’t really exceptional in any other subject, especially Trigonometry. It's not like you were failing, not at all actually, but you simply couldn't excel it like, by example, literature. That's why you’re pushing yourself to the edge, so you can get better at the calculus assimilated subjects, and that's why you asked Steven Meeks for help.

The two of you have always been friends, talking to each other in the corridors, of course being together in study groups, and also being a part of the same secret society. But apart from those friendly interactions, you didn't stand out as actually being friends, so much so, that few people actually believed that you even knew who Steven was. Being the only girl at Welton preparatory school due to your high intellectual level ( and family history) made you quite popular, so why would you, willingly, hang out with Steven Meeks? That's what they all thought, though, no one dared to say it out loud.

"I still don't understand this." You said, a loud sigh leaving your mouth quickly after as you stared at the problem filled paper in front of you.

Steven let out a small low chuckle, though it was clear he didn't mean it in an offensive way. "This is actually simpler than it looks" he begins, moving the paper a bit closer to him, and scooting lightly closer to you. "Once you understand the concept, it'll all make sense." And to that, you nods, gaze switching from the paper to his face, admiring his soft freckles, beautiful eyes and- and how he begins to explain Pythagorean Identities.

"Alright. So. Pythagorean identities. The most important one is kind of like the golden rule of trig: sin?0 + cos 0 = 1. That's the foundation, everything else branches from this." He explains.

You leaned in, the scent of your sweet raspberry perfume just barely brushing the air between them. "But why does that even work?"

Steven looked at you not just any glance, but the kind of look that says I see you struggling, and I want to help you out of it. "Because it comes from the Pythagorean Theorem." He says, but swing the confusion linger on your face, he grabs a piece of blank paper and a pencil and begins to draw." Picture this: a right triangle inside the unit circle. The hypotenuse is 1. The x-value is cose, the y-value is sine. So when you square both and add them up... it just always equals 1."

You blinked, eyes narrowing slightly in concentration as they switch from the homework, to Steven's drawing. "So it's not just a random formula-they actually mean something."

He nodded, a little too pleased you were catching on. "Exactly. And the other two identities are built off this one. Like, if you divide everything by cos?0, you get: 1 + tan?0 = sec?0. And if you divide by sin'® instead, it becomes: cot?0 + 1 = cscª0. It's like a family of truths that are all connected."

You bit your lip, scribbling it down, then looked sideways at him. "Do you always talk about math like it's poetry?" You ask with a small smile. Steven, just like you, has always taken a special liking to poetry, and just like everyone else, after just a few classes with Mr. Keating, it became a bigger, more important part of his life, so of course it was no surprise to see him romanticizing trigonometry.

Steven smiled, a faint flush rising in his cheeks. "It makes it easier to understand, does it not?" he tilts his head lightly at you, seeing as you wrote the problem's answer down on the paper, with your perfect calligraphy, while your beautiful, hair fell next to you. Your eyes seemed to shine as you understood each problem, they looked beautiful, you looked so beautiful. At least that's what he thought.

"I suppose it does" A soft laughter is heard leaving your mouth. There was a beat of silence-just the hush of pages turning in the distance and the soft tapping of your pen again. "You know," you said, not looking at him this time, "I usually hate asking for help."

"I know," he replied, glancing at her-noticing the tension in your jaw softening a little. "But I kind of like that you asked me.

Their eyes met. Just for a second. A heartbeat.

“I do too.” She said softly, turning to look at her notes once again. Her cheeks were feeling hotter, she didn’t want to look up.

“Do you need help with anything els-“ Before he could finish his frase, Aurora began speaking once again, mustering up enough courage to glance at him.

“Would you like to hang out? Outside of school?” She asks, cheeks getting hotter and hotter .

“That’d be pretty nice, actually.” Steven’s now held held a crimson tint, although he tried to act like he wasn’t about to jump out of happiness.

“Cool” she says, attempting to act nonchalant, but giving him a shy smile.

“Cool.” He answers back, returning her smile.

[comicaurora]

Are you willing to make a long personal post about how Math should be presented in an educational environment or in general conversation trying to convince the other participants about its daily usage. How it can advance a person’s problem-solving skills and approach in life.

I’m really good in Mathematics. I’ve given help for my classmates and friends about Math when they are having trouble or ask for it. But I have never been convinced of its importance outside of the classroom, outside of the test papers that gives me the variables to substitute in the given equation of that test of the day.

How can Math and it’s many properties relate back to everyday life in a casual manner?

Hm. Well, as someone who hasn't had to solve an antiderivative in years, my perspective on this is that the most important and widely-applicable skill math can teach you is the stuff behind the math - mostly the muscle-memory you get from proofs.

Math is, at its core, puzzles and logic and pattern-recognition. You learn a set of tools, you practice those tools on a set of simple problems until you get a feel for them, you are presented with a bigger problem, you recall which tools best applied to problems that are shaped like this, you break the problem down using your tools and eventually reduce it to something you know how to solve.

The fact of the matter is, the tools that are specific to branches of math don't really have much widespread use outside pure mathematics, and unless you go out of your way to keep using them you're likely to lose track of them. Studying math is not going to turn you into a super-calculator-wizard who can bounce stuff off the walls at perfect angles and do six-figure arithmetic in seconds, and I think some people feel overwhelmed at the assumption that that's what's expected of them if they learn math, and some other people feel cheated when they learn that that's absolutely not going to happen, because most writers don't know math and when they tell stories with math in them their best guess is it makes you a wizard.

I think the most advanced math I've used lately was trigonometry, and that was just because I was curious about how fast my plane was traveling relative to the sun's apparent movement at my latitude. We were flying back to the US from Iceland and we'd taken off at sunset, and we had been in that sunset for at least an hour by the time I got curious how the math worked out and started estimating our latitude, the circumference of the slice of the earth at that latitude, and correspondingly how fast we were flying vs how fast it was spinning to complete a full rotation in 24 hours. But even if the math involved didn't tap into any of the higher-level stuff I'd learned post-trig, those years doing proofs and figuring out which tools applied to which geometry meant that I could use the tools and my training applying those tools to calculate what I wanted to know, and confirm that our plane was actually outflying the sun when we were at iceland latitude, but as we curved south the sun's apparent relative movement (aka the rotational speed of that latitude of the earth) slowly accelerated until we were falling behind, landing right as the sun finally set. The math involved was high school level, but if I'd been given that problem in high school it would've taken more work and more stress to figure out how the tools I had needed to be applied to the problem I was facing. The years of practice I had tackling much more complicated proofs made the diagnostic process much faster.

I saw someone once analogize studying math to lifting weights. Where am I going to use this in real life? How often will I really be faced with two dumbbells that need to be lifted in three sets of twenty? Where am I going to apply the skill of holding a heavy thing straight out to one side of my body?

You don't lift weights because lifting weights is such a valuable and widely-applicable skillset, you do it because lifting weights makes you better at lifting everything.

You don't study math because math is going to fill your daily life with concepts that you need to prove true for 1 and for n+1 given true for n, or complex solids that you need to sum an approximate volume for, or a surplus of sunset plane flights that demand you calculate a bunch of cosines. You study math because it is the skillset of making things make sense. It trains you to break a huge, incomprehensible problem down into a series of small problems you already know how to solve. It lets you reach true and correct conclusions by starting from facts and transforming them through operations that preserve truth, and correspondingly that if you reach a false conclusion from these methods, then either the methods are flawed or the initial assumption is not as true as you believed. It teaches you to put two and two together and be confident, once you've double-checked your work, that you can say four.

This is stuff I use all the time in both my video research and my freeform writing. Building out a slow picture of how a story was told or changed over time involves finding the context it was created in, and reverse-engineering what parts of that context could have produced what standout portions of the story - what authorial or cultural bias results in this standout story element. Worldbuilding where I take two wildly disparate parts of the world, put them together and see what web of implications springs out of combining them, following the threads to new and interesting concepts that follow from what I've already established. Building a character arc by breaking down exactly what events are happening to them and what transformation each component will apply to the underlying character. If I want the story to go in a certain direction, what transformations do I need to apply to make that happen while still preserving truth? If I'm faced with a seemingly insurmountable problem, what methods can I use to break it down into bite-sized pieces?

This isn't something I think about most of the time. It's just how my brain works at this point, and I can't promise it'd work for anyone else. But thanks to all my years of hard work and training, my brain has been buff enough to solve every problem I've tangled with since graduation, and that feels pretty good.

[theesirenteller]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧ ! ! DO NOT READ WHAT'S STATED BELOW IF YOU"RE TRIGGED ➷ ➷

【 This chapter contains Gun Violence, Abuse both psychological & physical】

Chapter Five; 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 | Masterlist

"We have a problem."

"We? No, you have a problem."

"Oh no, we have a problem."

"And how does my cousin banging some stripper affect me?" Nick questioned with a chastising grin. 

Over the last month, Christopher and Epiphany had been more friendly in the public eye. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were seeing one another or at least messing around. Annie had yet to tell Beth about Epiphany's casual bragging about her and Christopher's sex life. Despite Beth being her older sister, Annie didn't want to be seen as a rat or lose someone she had considered a friend. She liked having Epiphany as a friend and didn't want her relationship spilling into her sisterhood. On the flip side, Beth took notice of just about everything Rio did. He wasn't one to be flashy or make a scene. His behavior over the course of the three years she'd known him was either consistent or spontaneous. Nowadays he'd drop by the club more often and never on the days when Epiphany wasn't working. Drop and pick-up days were whenever Epiphany worked. The two would share smiles at one another from across the room. He would stay to watch her perform solos on stage and then they'd share a drink at the bar. Or Beth would see him leave and then Epiphany would leave right after. If not that, it was the shared touches. His hand would pat her back on his way out or if he was close enough, Epiphany would kiss him on the cheek.

And Beth loathed it all.

Keeping your friends close and your enemies closer was something that Nick learned and lived by. After Beth had set him up to be locked up and he'd gotten her back 'where it hurts' things were back to 'normal'. Well, as normal as he and his brother wanted things to be. The blonde councilwoman at her beck and call, open to being bent in whichever direction they could push her in. The brothers were still playing the long game with her. Beth was the perfect spokesperson to appeal to rich, white, privileged investors in across states better than Nick could. And when things go to shit, Beth is set to have a hard time. Both Rio and Nick would be sure of it.

"It affects you because it affects me," she hissed, "I'm not close to him like that and I doubt you two are close after…last year's events." A teasing glint in her eye and a smug smirk laid across her thin lips as she saw Nick's smile slowly diminish. "Anyway," She started off with a higher pitched voice and chirpy tone, "Your cousin, brother, whatever is involved with the Japanese. I don't know what the details are but I want in. "

"You want a percentage of that deal." Nick clarified while he relaxed back in his office seat, "How do you know he's even in business with them?"

"He moved eight SUV trucks filled with Japanese yen through my strip club and my second dealership." She informed before shrugging her shoulders with a subtle hair flip, "We're partners, it's only fair that I'm cut in."

Nick looked at her with amusement in his eyes. He was amused but still impressed with how far she had come. She was more like him than she could ever admit, if not worse, "Right," he replied casually with a slight nod."I can't be involved, that'd be a conflict of interest-" 

He was quickly cut off by Beth, "How? This affects you because then we have nothing to pin on him with the feds!"

"It's personal. I don't know how close they are or how he feels about this chick. So either one of us removing her without motive causes unnecessary heat. You can't just kill her because he'd banging her," Nick replied with a raised voice and sharp tone. He didn't miss the way her eyes widened, or how she gulped and clenched her jaw. Her discomfort was loud without words needing to be said,  "You're gonna have to create a shadow. Set her up in some way, get photos, and then you get rid of her. That'll be your reason and he'll have to understand because it's just business. Take a page out of his book." he advised.

Beth quickly grabbed her designer tote bag and stood up, "Well thank you, councilman, I heard you loud and clear." and with her passive-aggressive statement she spun on her heel and strutted out of his office.

"Happy to help, Councilwoman!"Nick ridiculed behind her with a chuckle just before the door shut.

When she arrived at her home, Beth had done exactly like she was told but not without adding her own details. Beth had a four-bedroom, two-bathroom luxurious home in a more upscale area of the suburbs of Detroit. She lived in luxury now with her new position and she enjoyed the space that was solely hers. Seeing her children every other weekend was good enough for her, nowadays. Her old life felt like another world but she couldn't deny that she didn't miss it. She was powerful now. She was somebody who people either loved or feared. She felt invincible. "Annie, could you come down here for a second?!" 

"What's up?" the short-haired dirty blonde questioned a few minutes later. 

"Hey, do you think you could set up lunch between your little stripper friend and me?" Beth asked, " I'm thinking that Ruby and you need to be there as well."

"Yeah sure, but uh what for?" Annie replied as she raised her bushy eyebrows.

"Just lunch," her voice softened as her eyes lowered to a more 'saddened' look, "I have to talk to her about Rio. He's dangerous and I don't want her ending up like Lucy," she sighed with faux-sorrow.

"Or is it that you're jealous." Annie smirked and wiggled her brows. 

"Oh please, Annie," Beth rolled her eyes, " I am not jealous of some bimbo stripper hooking up with him. Believe me, she's keeping him out of my hair."

"Mhmm, whatever you say," Annie teased with a sing-a-song tone, "But yeah I'll set it up."

And she did just that. Annie had set up a lunch date the following weekend with Epiphany at Tony's diner. Saturday afternoon to be exact. Epiphany had gotten ready at Christopher's apartment. It'd become a routine for the pair to hook up in the middle of the day instead of grabbing lunch. Sometimes, a quick lunch date was after an hour of indulging in each other's bodies. As usual, Christopher had left first then thirty minutes later, Epiphany had left. 

She had gotten into an Uber and two of Christopher's henchmen weren't far behind. They tailed behind unbeknownst to her, all the way to the diner. As soon as she walked in and the suburban mothers spotted her, almost immediately judgment flashed across their eyes. Their eyes ranked her attire thaat consisted of; A short green-camo mini skirt with green sequin scattered across it,  a tight-fitted white cropped camisole that read 'AS IF' in big bold gold letters, a dark green jean bolero jacket, and knee–high heeled boots hugged her thighs.

"Oh hell no…"Ruby scoffed. 

"Geez, you can take the girl outta of the strip-club but can't take the club out of the girl,"Beth added.

"Wow…uh…that's a lot for lunch," Annie cringed and bit at her lip.

Epiphany raised her left eyebrow as she looked at the three women before her eyes narrowed in on Annie, "I thought you said we were having brunch. As just the two of us."She proceeds to take a seat in the booth seat across from the trio. Her arms soon folded under her ample breasts as an expression remained unmoved.

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't clarify there would be more than just the two of us but-" Annie was cut off by Epiphany in the midst of trying to apologize and explain herself.

"But, you wanted to ambush me." Epiphany stated in a matter-of-fact tone, straightening her shoulders back as she sat up straighter,

"We're not here to fire you," Ruby stated.

"No. Not at all!" Annie protested.

"Look, we're just here to talk to you," Beth sighed, "To warn you."

"Oh? About what? Is the club shutting down?" Epiphany questioned them, her eyes moving across the three women back and forth until they settled in on Beth.

"Look Epiphany, I know we haven't exactly seen eye to eye-" Beth attempted to reason but was cut off.

"We haven't?" Epiphany mocked with a higher pitch to her voice and a slight head tilt, "...Why would you think that?"

"Well we haven't had a full conversation over a cup of cof-" Beth giggled before she was cut off once again.

"And who's fault would that be? I've never thought we had beef. In fact," Epiphany licked across her bottom lip as her eyes swept up and down the Detroit council woman's face, "I don't think of you at all."

A look of bewilderment washed over the three women's faces. The nostrils of Beth's nose flared and her peach lipstick-covered lips curled. Before anyone could utter a word, the waitress came trotting over, "What will y'all be having?" she asked with an impatient tone.

"Well, all have Cobb salads." Beth ordered for everyone but Epiphany quickly jumped in after to switch her order, "I'll just take a black coffee."

"Look here, we're trying to warn you that you're getting involved with a very dangerous man." Beth hissed before rambling on, "You don't know the vile, horrible things he's done to people. Like our friend Lucy, he seduced her with his kindness only to kill her when she was no longer of use to him. And me, he's used sex and exploration to control my every move. It took me outsmarting him many times to get out of being murdered by him."

"And he kidnapped me!" Annie was quick to mention.

Epiphany's lips stretched at the sides into a tight smile before she started to laugh. her laugh came off as a subtle and serene giggle, "Who are you even talking about? Who is he?"

"Oh for the love god, the gang leader that's going to pound town on you!!" Ruby sighed in annoyance.

"Rio."

"Gangfriend!"

Annie and Beth both said different names at once. That was when Epiphany knew it was time to go. She had heard enough. "Sounds like you ladies have got whoever's fucking me mixed up with whatever you've got going on." She said as she stood up from her seat, "If the person you know is so horrible, why not get restraining orders? and dip out? Or I don't know…get rid of the person?" Epiphany suggested as she got out of the booth. She then proceeded to turn around and start heading out of the diner.

"Girls a lost cause." Ruby sighed.

" Good riddance." Beth scoffed.

"What do you think we should do now?' Annie asked as they watched Epiphany walk down the street from the window. 

"Plan B," Beth smirked before pulling out her phone.

Their words didn't fall on deaf ears. Epiphany thought of what they had said throughout her day on campus. She sat through her lecture in airplane mode. Denting her pen with bite marks she stared aimlessly out the fourth-floor window. These claims…these accusations…they sounded familiar. Eerily familiar. 

'Watch yourself'

'Cassius did a number on his last girl, Está locõ. Un Díablo.' 

'Do you even know what his family does to people? You don't wanna marry into that.'

The images of Cassius's brown skin covered in black and blue reddened flesh from fingernails that broke his skin. The screams and cries of men being burned alive, of it replayed in her mind. Or how the boys who spared her glance and shot her a smile at The Kitty Box ended up disappearing left & right.  'Was Chris similar? Or was he worse?' Epiphany wondered to herself throughout the day.  Why was it that she attracted dangerous men? And why did she find such jovial comfort in that? A sense of security and importance. After all, it's what she always dreamed of. She dreamed of having the life of women like Elvira Hancock, Carmela Soprano, and of course, Ginger McKenna. 

The remainder of her time in lectures blew by in the blink of an eye. Since she couldn't be bothered to pay attention in class, Epiphany decided to settle herself in a cafe on campus with a series of notes that she brought from one of her classmates.

"Hmph…I always thought you only looked best on your back but this is a slightly nicer view."

Cassius. Surely, Epiphany must've been hearing things. She didn't dare peel her eyes away from the notes that laid against the table. Her mouth grew dry. Then her palms grew sweaty. The underneath of her breasts began to moisten. Only hot air escaped her lips as she breathed outwards. He wasn't here. He couldn't be here. But he was here. In Detroit. In a cafe on the campus where she attended. And he sat right across from her. His sandy-brown-tanned hand reached over and laid upon hers. Epiphany let out a choked moan of pain, of agony. It felt as though he had burned her with a hot iron. His skin was always hot. Very hot as if he had a furnace built within his body. As she snatched her hand away, Epiphany's eyes finally settled on him. He looked exactly the same as the day she left him. Shiny bald head, Smooth, poreless brown skin, and a full, thick goatee that nearly covered his lips. He was dressed like a reaper, in all black from his leather parka-jacket to his Timberland boots.

"What the fuck are you doing here." Epiphany had finally gotten the courage to say, with her shoulders back and a sharpness to her tone, "Better yet, who told you I was here? My mother?" 

To this, Cassius scoffed, "A whore like that doesn't care for her child overnight, don't flatter yourself." He then folded his large hands together on the table. The diamonds within his chunky rings reflected off of the silverware on the table, "You called me."

"And why would I do that?" She questioned with a tilt of her head slightly to the side, her eyes nor her face gave away that she was shocked. Epiphany sat there with a stoic expression. Never would she have called him. She left Las Vegas behind and everyone in it for a reason. To be normal. As normal as a girl with a not-so-stellar past could be. But, she was only twenty-three and tried to remind herself that life was only just starting. Her childhood felt like adulthood but this era of her was her freedom. 

"Because you need me. You said it over the phone. You said what I already know. You can't live without me, you and I both know you can not function in a civilized world without being taken care of. Look at your job now, A whore on a pole." He tsked and shook his head. Cassius as always thought so low of women. Especially those who worked in the sex work or entertainment industry. Yet he and his family endorsed it all. They funded all if not the majority of the clubs in Dubai and Los Vegas. Or at least that's what he and her mother told her. 

And his words angered her. It made her blood boil and her skin crawl. Her teeth dug into the meaty flesh of her bottom lip as she stared across the table at him. Her mouth was no longer dry as she collected spit from the sides of her mouth before she hawked spit in his eye, "Hijo de puta! Even with all the money in the world, you're still a useless trick with nothing to offer but your money. You're lower than a whore."

Cassius's ears grew reddened as the corners of his jaw tightened in. His bushy brows started to narrow in as he got up at the same time she had. Only, he flipped over the cafe table causing a squad of campus security to bum rush into the spot. The man began cursing in Arabic as he lunged for her but Epiphany was quicker than him. She ran behind security and they tackled him to the floor. Her day had gone from annoying to bad. How did he find her? He said he had spoken to her and that she discussed needing him. These were the questions that plagued her mind as she was placed in the counselor's office alongside the police. She filled out various forms before the restraining order was put in. 

None of the day's events made sense. Beth, Annie, and their friend had no business 'warning' her about Christopher or as they called him, Rio. Rio had no knowledge of her and Epiphany wasn't important enough for his enemies to track down her ex to 'take her back'; Somehow, she felt like Beth was involved. Why, other than petty jealousy? Epiphany had no clue. It all overwhelmed her. The web of backstabbing, sex, personal gain, and who knew what else. Everything that transpired within the last three hours had caused Epiphany to form a severe headache along with body pain. Stress started to take a toll on her body. And after questioning and fillings were done, she was driven to her apartment and taken upstairs by police.

The moment that she got inside, she flopped herself across the couch; and let her mind go numb.

The scent of sewer water, shit, along with the feeling of a warm hand against her cheek had awoken Epiphany from her deep slumber. Her groggy eyes slowly opened and as her vision became clear, Christopher stood in front of her. She was seated on a wonky metal chair in an underground area that looked like a sewer storage locker. Epiphany, winced at the sight of her new setting and instantly latched her hands onto his forearms and stood up on her feet, "Chris? Chris what's going on?" she whimpered in fear.

His usually big brown eyes were dark. And the subtle smirk on his lips made her grow weary with fear. This was the first time she felt truly intimidated by him. His stature; The way he towered over her five foot two frame with his six foot one. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as her chest began to rise and fall quickly, "P-please..please don't hurt me." she begged. Not him. Anyone but him. He was the only aspect of her life that made her feel alive. His gentleness, The romance he brought to her life in such a short amount of time was overwhelming and she feared that ending more than her own death.

"Shh, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," his tone was mellow as he raised his left hand and laid it against the sides of her face. Christopher dipped his head down, his narrow nose brushing along her button one. His fingers gently caressed the side of her chubby cheek and side of her jaw, "But you tryna hurt me." his once gentle tone darkened, lowering to a baritone octave that sent chills down her spin. Before Epiphany could protest, she felt the coolness of metal riding up the middle of her breasts. His signature golden Glock kissed her bare skin, firmly pressed to the side of her temple. This caused a sequel to escape her lips and before she could utter any type of rebuttal, he hushed her with his lips placed on hers. The kiss was gentle, sweet, and slow. His right arm wrapped around her waist.

Epiphany didn't know whether to grasp him closer or fight him off. But what she could feel was his heart pounding like a punch against hers.

It all felt so surreal. Like a nightmare and wet dream all at once. Gentleness mixed in with the threat of violence. All she could feel was fear and confusion. Epiphany's body trembled against his. And she knew he felt. He had to have felt her. Her fear, her anxiety, her heart.

"Why do I got the feeling that…you're gonna be the bullet that puts a hole in my head, hm?" he hummed against her mouth with the slickness of a snake. He moved the barrel of the gun from her temple to his when he mentioned 'hole in my head' before laying back to her temple. Her tears sprinkled onto his cheek, "Did you get enough info on me to run it back to those bitches?"

"Wha-? You think I'm Beth's rat?"

Her pushing up into a frowning pout as she looked directly into his eyes. Her eyes of uncertainty changed to a look of disbelief, "Why?"

"I could ask you the same thing. That little lunch date looked real interesting,". Christopher hissed and with each movement his lips made, she could feel the brush against her mouth.

"Oh, Rio it was." she rolled her r's when she seethed his name, "Annie set me up with Beth to warn me about you."

He stood still and the menacing look he once possessed of narrowed eyes, a tightly clenched jaw, and striking eye contact had slowly begun to relax. The crease between his brows slowly smoothed out. His eyes flicked back and forth between looking at her and looking above her head. Christopher was debating. Not only with her but with himself. "And what did she say?" She, Beth. He didn't care for what the other two stiffs spoke about because it usually was a rehearsal of what she said.

"The short version? You're a fucking serial killer who uses sex and manipulation to exploit and get what you want, the long version? a lot of secrets were spilled out in the open." Epiphany replied, she spoke through her nose with a slight whisper to her voice.

An ounce of a smirk peeled on the right corner of his lips as he rolled the gun along the side of her neck. He didn't confirm or deny but he coyly asked, "What you think about that mama?"

"I'm thinking what the fuck does that have to do with me and you and why you have a gun to my head?!" she cried out, anger laced in her outburst. Her hands shook at her sides as she didn't push him away due to the gun. The fear of it going off in her face or throat was far greater than her anger. "I'm not involved!" she protested.

"Oh no, see you've been involved sweetheart." Christopher argued, "It's just a matter of whose side you're on."

Fool him once, shame on them. Fool him twice, shame on him….there wouldn't be a third time. Christopher was no fool and the moment the Boland woman walked into his life was when he realized he'd gotten a big…soft. And Epiphany just seemed eerily close to business for his liking. He needed undying loyalty, control, and if she was truly for him then he needed her in line. Love could come later…after sacrifice.

"Unless…" Christopher began to chuckle but the sound wasn't from happiness, "Unless you don't wanna be involved then you can leave right now." he took a few steps away from her and aimed the gun at the dark, wet hallway to the left.

Epiphany's eyebrows knitted together as she looked up at him in confusion. His play on words and attitude switch was causing gears to twist and bend in her mind. They spent every day together. If not day then night. Leave where?

Blinking rapidly as she stood there. She didn't move. She only stared at him. "What do you mean? " she questioned before licking at her lips, "Wi-...will I see you later?" uncertainty in her voice. And his smile made her stomach twist and turn, "You do mean I don't have to be involved with the club right or with whatever shit you've got going on with those women…right?"

She needed clarification and he gave her none of that. "Nah darlin, I'm afraid this is the end of line for us. You're off the hook." He dismissed her casually. His tone is deep and delicate. It was almost like a goodbye kiss. But he never moved, his eyes still settled in on her like a lion waiting to be challenged. Which let Epiphany know he wasn't done.

"No."

"No?" He challenged with a slight head tilt as his eyes looked her over.

Despie how fearful, how anxious she felt, Epiphany still chose to stand her ground and challenge him, "The moment I turn around you'll put a bullet to my head. Because you don't believe I'm not involved con esa perra concejal" (with that bitch councilwoman)

Sassily, she crossed her arms against her chest and cocked her hip slightly to the side as she stared at him. "Even if you don't kill me-"

"How bout you kill for me?" He proposed.

Epiphany's eyes widened as Christopher stalked towards her. "Come on champ." His hand latched to the back of her neck, forcefully making her walk in front of him down the dark tunnel. She followed him with stumbling feet and squinted her eyes in an attempt to see where they were going.

And then Christopher began to whistle and a light turned on in one of the rooms. Epiphany was led into that room and came face to face with Cassius. He'd been hung upside down with his hands and feet taped up. His left eye was swollen shut, shaded in dark plum purple and blue. His right eye was completely gorged out, by the looks of it…he'd been burned. "Actually, I shouldn't have said to kill for me. It's for you, a gift." he chuckled, "I thought the unmarked SUV was the fed tailing you but turns out it's this sorry looking Hijo de puta."

Epiphany cried as she looked at her ex-lover in horror. Sure, he was fucking vile. And everyone eventually would die. But, she couldn't take a life. "Chris, no. Please no, I can't." She weeped.

Christopher tilted his head back and inhaled deeply before he slowly straightened up and eyed her, "You will." he swiveled the gun around his finger and then offered it towards her. "He's your problem and you gotta get rid of em'. "

"You think he's gonna let you go? A girl like you…" his eyes trailed her body from top to bottom in admiration with a sinister smirk, "Ain't easy to let go."

"Someone will come looking for him!" She protested, "He's well connected in Vegas, his parents own everything."

"He ain't shit but a bootleg con artist. A janky ass car salesman at best." Christopher revealed with a dismissive tone. He then grasped her jaw in his hand with a gentle touch. Once Epiphany looked in his eyes, he leaned his head down and whispered "Do it. You don't gotta worry bout nothing else, I'll handle it. I take care of what's mine." His tone was reassuring.

"And I'm yours?" She sniffled with a flustered, wet face.

"Only if you wanna be." He rasped as he laid the gun firmly in her hand.

Breathing in deeply, She held it with two hands. Christopher switched from being beside her to standing behind her. His hands laid over hers as he steadied her arms up. His feet nudged her legs open and pushed one of her feet forward.

"Come on mamitá, show me how much you want this." She could feel his warm breath in her ear, a gentle caress of his nose nudging at the side of her earlobe. "Make me proud."

Her head hurts so bad, her chest aches as the vile metallic taste jumbles up in the back of her mouth. Christopher, Rio was all that they said he was but worse. But, she wanted him. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to keep making her feel seen, wanted, cared for, and maybe even loved. Cassius was right. She couldn't function in a world without being taken care of. Not because she lacked the skill set or had any type of disability holding her back. No, it was because she didn't want to. Her hands gripped the base of the gun. Its heavyweight in her small hands felt as though she was holding someone's heart in her hands. And in a way she was. She was holding someone's lifeline.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

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RE-INTROOO!!! :3

(WARNING: TW this blog will contain things that could be trigging to some people like FICTIONAL rape, incest, underaged sex, grooming . I DON’T NOT condone any of this in real life. There may also be the mention of EDS and SH) 

HAIIIIIII!!! You can call me Russ!!

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HE/HIM

I’m the Local Scene Mutt wondering around your blogs!! I'm always super down for asks and messages. THIS IS RAMBLE BLOG- IM GOING TO RAMBLE AND A GIF ADDICT, IK I HAVE A PROBLEM LEAVE ME ALONE-

TAGS I USE TO SHORT THINGS ARE:

russ rambles: My personal dumb blog rambles about stuff /disclamers

russ barks: FREAKKKKKY POSTS

About me!!!

I AM 18!! WOOOO

Looks:

basically just stuff i like about my apperence ngl.

5’6ft and currently 49 kg!!! (I'm still waiting on a growth spurt, please god don’t twink-ify me :,3)

I'm thin with but I'm getting little bit of muscle (any tips on workouts for pre-T teens is always welcome fr-)

Long hair (cuz passing to please cis people who don’t care about you is fucken dumb.)

A lot of self-harm scars (I'm trying to work on embracing it atm)

ALWAYS shakey hands (human vibrator 😎😎)

pale as hell (im anemic and i dead ass glow in photos, im fucked :,3)

VERY big eyes

definedddddd collar bones, mmm chewable

Personal Likes/Interests!!! XD

Skating!! (I suck horribly at it but I got real life feather falling boots, trusttrust 😋😋)

MUSIC!! (fuck I seriously love music, like I do mostly stick to the alts scenes ((mostly 2000's emo shit, electropunk and punk rock..and girl music and country but we don’t gotta mention that lmao-)) but I do love hearing out into other types

Shit that is gonna kill my lungs before my binder will- cigarettes!! And 🍃🍃

Doing things a mutt shouldn’t 😋

Barking :P

energy drink addict!! (yumyum I’m proud of my collect, I'm gonna do a ranking list one day)

Gardening (deadass I fw gardening so much, I'm covered in mud more often than not, veggie patches HATE to see me coming)

👀👀 likes!!

((Read triggers above. Warning when I mean taboo I mean it. Don't interact with this blog if it might not be mentally good for you, Know your limits. i don't want anyone to have a bad experience w/kink 0~0))

Puppy play!

Fauxest ((HEAVY BROCON AND DADCON))

knife play

CNC

corruption

bottoming!! (IRL Dom leaning Switch)

taboo in general

Praise

Impact play (less spanking more just beating the shit out of each other)

SHing

((TRYING OUT: piss? Possibly? Kinda a very very maybe one.))

Limits!!

feederism

Scat/butt stuff

Vomit

Diapers

Detrans stuff

Kill animals/harm of animals

I RLLY RLLY HOPE YALL HAVE FUN ON MY BLOG!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!! :3

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Pssst got any thoughts on MA/VA?

first of all i think it should be illegal to incite such mental torture on the people around you. i think it truly should.

like mom and dad are arguing in front of u all the time but theyre kind of just like that. you'll understand when you're older honey dad's choice of shirt really is going to make mommy ruin this family meal.

shirt being; mass's disgusting collection of niche science pun shirts that go beyond being fiunnny and just become confusing. super distracting all mealtime when youre trying to work out advanced trig at mealtimes to get the answer 8008135. virginia sat there twitching at the eyes.

and you guys should really get a divorce however i understadn that youre both so codependent at this point that this is just forever now.

theyre a vibe to their ship and its ginny w that shirt saying 'hot girl shit' and mass w 'i have a gun in my pussy'

and the fundamental reason they suck so deeply is because whilst existence cringes ginny out to the point of dysfunction, mass hasn't felt embarased since 1800s despite how much you wish he would. bonking their heads together

its what describes their whole dynamic in table history i fear. the concern disgust and arousal still doesn't leave after all this time i fear.

loser x wife he's definitly slightly scared of.

within reason though like the thing that scares mass ab ginny is making him upset bc at the end of it all he's cared about him so long it doesn't feel natural to be mad anymore

their house prob overstimulating as shit they both have 12 million hobbies and aren't capable of being normal ab them. u walk in 7 different speakers r playing music theyre a shrine to some niche craft and ur being yelled at for wearing shoes in the house.

they dint PLAY ab thanksgiving i know that for sure. genuine raw effort goes into that holiday

fourth of july, on the other hand. the og13 gets to look forward to the yearly argument iver what day to celebrate. 1 gazillion casulties.

i need everyone to sit the fuck diwn and listen to my super specific au i created for these ghouls theyre sooooooooooo awful

i believe wholeheartedly ginny is a minor level politician in his day job. very very low level, think guy who runs the department of forestry or some shit. bc as much as he loves being in control he generally aquires very little respect from anyone and theres only so many times he's allowed to crash out before people start asking what the fuck his problem is.

and in this au bc they serve awful divorced asshole core, mass is a journalist in an equally low level newspaper who has dedicated his column to just attacking this guy. catch him and one other person turning up to a dep. of forestry press conference. he's in the front row smiling evily as ginny experiences war flashbacks to last time he answered one of his deeply specific and altogether pointless questions

oh and they both just find this to be normal behaviour. like u go into ginny's office and hes got every article mass ever wrte pinned up as he desperately tries to find typos or incorrect points to bring up. mass has the dep. of forestry as his lock screen to force him to always be thinking of his arch nemesis. 20k words enemeis to lovers.

[sipsofcoffee]

Say hi to Juliette, my gnome I've had since kindergarten. Juliette has witnessed many crashouts about school.

Tuesday, June 10 2025

Yesterday I watched a single math video and did a single worksheet. I would like to feel miserable and like a horrible person but NO- I must get over my perfectionism, this is the first work I've gotten done in two weeks.

The cycle is broken. Today we do a little bit, or perhaps a lot, more. I will put less on my to do list because I know I always make them too long.

Top Three Priorities

1.2.2 Trig

1.3.1 Trig

1.3.2 Trig

(can you tell I need to do trig?)

Additional Priorities

3 APUSH section videos and question sets

10 ACT practice problems

5 SAT math practice problems

Events/Obligations

Gym: Strength Set A-lower body

7:15pm yin yoga

[saphi-maths]

(Not) Daily Problem: The first polygon (3)

Yet more pretty geometry questions

(Can you tell that I like geometry?)

ABCDEF is a regular hexagon M is the midpoint of AB What fraction of the hexagon is shaded by the triangle EMD?

Give it a go! Consider the shapes, perhaps the sheer transformation of them in your mind might help :P (<- hint)

Hint explanation and answer under the cut:

The first step to solving this question, is to use a shear transformation :P

Move the point M across to A, the area of the triangle still remains the same, since its base and perpendicular height don't change

From here, you have a few options that work, but my personal favourite, and I think the simplest, is to split the hexagon into many shapes, like so:

and suddenly it becomes a lot easier to count :P

So the fraction of the hexagon shaded is:

⁴⁄₁₂ = ⅓

and that is your answer ^w^

You can prove that all the triangles are the same (and therefore that this answer is correct) using the fact that a hexagon is made up of 6 equilateral triangles. We then cut the triangles in half and use that grid to measure the fraction of the shape that is shaded. This means that all the smaller right angled triangles must be equal in area, and therefore that our answer holds ^w^

(You can also solve this using trig, but I find that more boring :P)

Thanks for reading ^w^

[oodearest]

3 OPLA scenes that altered my brain chemistry

It’s been a year since we got the first season of OPLA. I cast my mind back to clearing my weekend to binge the show and then having my social media feed flooded with OPLA fan edits. What a time.

In honour of the anniversary 🥳 here’s a list of scenes that stuck with me.

1. Usopp saying to Luffy, “Wait, you know my dad?”

What a dagger to the heart! The pain in his voice? The mix of awe and jealousy? Spectacular acting. It also trigged a line of thinking that made me want to write a fic about it one day. The implications of Luffy knowing Yassop better than his own son are so gut wrenching.

2. Luffy saying he knew what it was like to have someone lose a limb for him.

I’ve literally never made that connection between Sanji and Luffy before. It’s genius. Also it’s played off comedically in that scene but the potential for angst parallels is astronomical.

It floored me the first time I heard it and (shameless self plug incoming) that’s how I ended up writing this fic.

3. Zeff and Sanji doctoring Zoro together

I have always adored the level of drama and angst the Baratie arc brings to One Piece. Namely, the iconic Zoro vs Mihawk fight and his declaration to Luffy afterwards.

“Any problem with that, Pirate King?” Lives rent free in my brain.

So obviously that moment in the OPLA has big shoes to fill. I think it delivered and I absolutely adore the added scene of Zeff and Sanji co-treating Zoro. They really understood the assignment. That whole episode is so tender and adds an extra layer of bonding to the east blue gang that’s so wonderful to see adapted.

Honourable mentions

Buggy, that’s it.

This list wouldn’t be complete without mentioning Buggy. Jeff Ward ATE that role up. Episode 2 is probably one of my favourite episodes purely for his presence. I will forever be referencing “NOSE?! NOSE?!”

Thank you Jeff Ward.

Kid Sanji saying “Oregano is for Savages!”

Kid Sanji is so UNHINGED in the flashback and I just adore that while his workplace is getting raided by pirates his first priority is to insult their seasoning choice. And of course Zeff and Sanji are forever matching each others energy. It’s hilarious that he takes offence? Like sir you have bigger questions to ask.