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Bah, Humbug! {Angus Tully x Reader}

Summary: Realizing you are stuck over winter break in the school your father (with many nicknames such as: Rat Bastard, Colossal Asshole, or the most popular, Walleye) teaches at, you try to make the best of it. Or, at least the best you can make it with five other boys your age

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Warnings: Swearing, period typical sexism, feminism (abandon all hope ye who enter if this has to be a warning), sarcastic reader, Teddy Kountze, and casual racism (a subsection to Teddy Kountze)

You've heard of "Paul Hunham being a father figure" now I present to you: "Paul Hunham being a girl-dad and an academic rivals to lovers with Angus Tully". I became obsessed with this movie, and decide to add my own spin onto it. It's also my first time writing for Tumblr, so I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 4.8k

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“You said we were going to Copenhagen this year.”

The first nine words you said to your father after he told you about the predicament the both of you were in. He sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I know.” You haven’t heard him trying to be this understanding since…you couldn’t recall. “I don’t want to be stuck here just as much as you-.”

“-So then just say no.”

He scoffed, yet still smiled. “It’s a stupid lottery, and my name got picked.”

“Bullshit-.”

“-Hey.” He warned.

Sighing, you glanced out your window. Thin specks of snow were falling onto the already pure as white ground, cascading down the roofs of houses. At least it was snowing and would resemble somewhat of a nice Christmas.

“Can we at least do something fun?” You questioned.

“I thought you said men don’t deserve to have fun the same way they think women don’t deserve rights?”

“Do the boys you teach think the same?” You looked at him.

He shrugged. “Not really in my field of work to get to know them.”

“Wonderful.” You rolled your eyes.

Your father squeezed your shoulder. “Yes, we can have little activities that children your age would consider fun. Still, I vow to enhance their intellect and schoolwork, considering that most of them are…lackluster.”

“Does this mean that I’ll get to drag their asses in mythology trivia?”

“In colloquial terms, yes.”

That brought a smile to your face, and you got up from your bed. “I think I’ll make dinner tonight if that’s alright?” You didn’t wait for him to answer as you left the room. “Maybe pie? I know Mary taught me-.”

“-Woah, woah, woah.” He followed you out into the hallway, stopping you. “We’re not eating here.”

You blinked, the only sound forming from your throat being. “Huh?”

He sighed as if going to tell you the worst news in the world (at the time, oh boy, was it). “They’re cutting the power to the faculty housing, so we’re going to be living at the school over winter break.”

Your face drops along with your heart, shock settling in. “Say that again?”

“We’re going to be living at the school-.”

“-No I heard you.”

“Then why did you ask me to repeat myself?”

“You’re telling me,” you bring on the drama, raising your voice. “I have to lodge with teenage boys?! The cursed sex?!”

He sighed. “You won’t be sleeping in the same room as them-.”

“-I can’t even look at you right now.” You pushed past him, going back into your room and tossing yourself onto your bed.

“Countess Natalya,” he taunts tiredly, knowing you hope your melodramatic attitude would wear him down. “we don’t have a choice.”

You point at him, not bringing your face up from your pillow. “Don’t you dare bring Natasha into this, she would react the same way!”

He laughed. “You get your stubbornness from your mother.”

“I get it from my father!” That’s what made you turn and bring your head up.

There’s a silence with tenseness lacing it like icing on a cake. Paul Hunham’s sigh of frustration broke it, approaching you. “Whether we like it or not, we’re stuck here. Whether we like it or not, we’re going to have to endure the attitude of pubescent boys who, I guarantee you, even when their frontal lobes form at twenty-five, will still be inconsiderate, full of themselves, and not know what true hard work is…We don’t get to do things we want all the time, that’s the reality of the situation.”

You still wore the same, spiteful look on your face as he told you this; as if you were a little girl being told, no, you can’t stay up until midnight tonight. Then, once he was finished, the look subsided only a little.

“I hate you.” Was your reply.

He ruffled your hair. “You’re the light of my life too, Jo March.” With that, he stood up with a pleasant smile. “But no worries, I don’t expect you to deal with the inadequacy of the male testosterone.” He then left the room, and you could hear his voice echo. “Now pack your things; clothes, toiletries, your books above everything, I know.”

He still continued to ramble, but in all honestly, it wasn’t important enough to this day for you to remember. All that was going through your head, was that you were going to spend almost a month in a musty, falling apart, preparatory school, with who knew how many musty teenage boys.

It was then you started planning how exactly you’d fly to Copenhagen by yourself.

That only lasted for about two minutes when you realized that your father had your passport locked in a safe with his, and you weren’t really in the mood to lockpick that day (or learn how to for that matter). So instead, you spent the majority of the time packing your suitcase, and your father was right; your books were the most important ones you’d pack.

You didn’t initially plan on socializing with the boys, so you nearly brought your entire library of books to entertain yourself; the only thing stopping you from bringing all of it was, besides your father, the copious amounts of clothing. You didn’t quite like planning out what outfit you’d wear for each day, so it was better to be safe and bring choices.

Your father had gone ahead of you to help the Boys Left Behind (a title you wouldn’t tell anyone for a few years), settle in. Settle in being him being your father and setting the ground rules whilst running that school like the damn Navy. So, there you were, walking through the ankle-deep snow with your backpack and suitcase that was meant for Copenhagen.

The school only had a few buildings; two dormitories for the boys, a small shack for the maintenance, the chapel, and one large building consisting of all the classrooms, dining hall, infirmary, and whatever else was needed for a rich, all American boy education system.

Perhaps you’d gotten a taste of what the American Revolutionists felt at Valley Forge when you heard a voice call.

“Hey!”

You looked up from where you stood and saw five boys near the courtyard by a pickup truck. Your blood, if not already freezing from the winter snow, ran cold at the sight. The same boy yelled again.

“Do you need help, are you lost?”

You shook your head, pitching our voice up a bit higher and shouting back.

“No, thank you!”

Trying to continue on your way, you looked up again to see one of them running towards you. Cursing to yourself, you tried to keep your head low and pick up the pace, but you got to see him one he was closer to you. His face was boyish, and you first thought he was a sophomore at first. His hair to his shoulders, something you didn’t expect to see for someone attending such a prestigious school. And…damn it all, he was attractive (for a boy your age).

“Hi,” he greeted you warmly with his hand out. “Jason Smith.”

You looked at it for a moment (still a bit blindsided how someone at this school could be so genuine) before shaking and giving him your name. He shook his head, chuckling as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his letterman jacket.

“You’re Hunham’s daughter?”

Oh…perhaps you shouldn’t have told him that. Still, you tried to let it roll off your back and played it cool, laughing along with him. “Yeah, I’m stuck over here with you guys.”

“Well, hopefully we won’t get on your nerves too badly. Do you want me to carry that for you?” He offered.

“Oh.” You looked down at your suitcase and handed it to him. “Go ahead, thank you.”

Jason took it, and the both of you began to make your trek up the small hill with the truck. He was being a gentleman, so you decided to keep the conversation going.

“So, why’re you here?”

He shrugged. “My family usually goes skiing for the holidays, but my old man won’t let me go until I cut my hair.”

“That’s really mean of him.” You stated.

Jason snorted “You should tell him that.”

“I will.”

“Oh yeah?”

“For sure.” You went ahead of him, turning around and walking backwards up the hill. “Give me his number and I’ll give him a stern talking to.”

That only made him laugh harder. “You should study to be a lawyer; you make a great case.”

“My father said the same thing once; I just personally have a theory that all parents tell their children they’d be good lawyers because they argue with them. As if it’s not a child’s right to argue.”

“You’re well-spoken too.”

“For a woman?”

You saw panic pale his face. “What?”

A smile couldn’t help but make its way to your mouth. “Only teasing.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Scared me for a moment.”

“Yeah?” You joked, turning back over your shoulder as you felt yourself at the top of the summit. “I usually get that a lot. That’s why my da-.”

Once your eyes drifted up to see the rest of the Boys Left Behind, your words fell silent. The youngest ones, who you assumed to be freshman, you did not recognize but knew immediately they would be kinder than the two whom you already knew.

Teddy ‘I only lost because I went easy on you’ Kountze, and Angus ‘I know more than you’ Tully.

These motherfuckers.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Angus groaned.

Teddy merely blinked, as if he couldn’t believe it. “What’re you doing here?”

“She’s Walleye’s kid, idiot.” Angus pointed out. “Of course she’d be here.”

Jason looked between the three of you. “You know each other?”

With whatever self-control you had (and you barely had any), you kept calm. “They’re just sore losers I met months ago.”

Teddy rolled his eyes. “Hunham wasn’t proud of us after one test, so he called in her one day, and we had to basically go up against her in some bullshit trivia match.”

“Wait,” Jason looked back at you. “so it was you versus the entire class?”

You stood proudly. “Uh huh.”

“Lost to this dickwad of all people.” Teddy slapped Angus’ back. “We couldn’t believe she met her match; she tore apart almost everyone else in class.”

“So then why are you acting like you did any better?” You tried your best to sound as if you were joking but were also dead serious.

He scoffed. “Doesn’t matter if I did; you still lost.”

Rolling your eyes, they soon fell onto the youngest pair, staring up at you as if in study. You smiled, holding out your hand, introducing yourself. “What’re your names?”

The one with glasses and black hair shook yours first. “Ye-Joon.”

Then the boy paler than a lightbulb and cheeks turning red from the cold. “Alex.”

“And what’re you two doing here?”

Ye-Joon spoke first. “My family is in Korea, and they think it’s too far for me to travel alone.”

“I figured it was because your rickshaw was broken.” Teddy snickered.

“What’s a rickshaw?”

You shrugged, despite knowing what it was. “Not sure, I am sure that he’s an idiot though.”

Teddy acted as if you were flirting with him. “Highest compliment I’ve ever gotten from you.”

“What about you?” Jason questioned. “You’re Hunham’s kid, but do you go to school in town or…?”

“Homeschooled.” You weren’t the one who responded. All eyes went to Agnus Tully, still smoking a cigarette and averting his eyes from everyone. “Which checks out.”

You tilted your head, hiding your growing nerves with a surprised smile. “Aw, look at that; Frankenstein’s Monster does have the capacity to memorize things.”

The only one who laughed was Teddy, and you almost wanted to take it back.

Angus just shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what kind of schtick it is to be the angry girl, but it doesn’t look nice on you.”

“Hey, leave the lady alone.” Jason stepped in.

“Lady?” He said the word as if it was foreign to call you that.

“Yes,” you agreed with Jason despite how much you didn’t want to, but your desire to humble Angus Tully outweighed your morals (a reoccurring theme for the Winter of 1970). “I’m a lady.”

“For how much you start fights, I wouldn’t call you one.”

“Ladies do not start fights, but they can sure as hell finish them.”

He merely rolled his eyes and went back to smoking. Fair enough…him not engaging only made him look like the bigger person. Still, it wasn’t worth it for you to continue beating a tall, dead, dumb, horse with curly hair.

“What’s your story?” Jason asked Alex.

“Oh,” he sounded shocked. “my parents are on a mission in Paraguay. We’re LDS.”

“Mormons, right?”

Teddy asked before he could respond. “Do you guys wear some kind of magic underwear?”

You turned to Jason and whispered as Alex went into an explanation. “I’m going to slap him into next semester the next time some stupid shit leaves his mouth.”

He tried to hide his smile. “I don’t think any of us would mind, to be honest.”

“Hey,” Teddy interrupted. “what’s with the townies?”

Everyone turned to the chapel and saw two men carrying the Christmas tree out. Agnus yelled. “Excuse me! What are you doing with our Christmas tree?”

“The school sold it back to us!” He responded. “Scotch pine, still fresh.”

The other one added. “Yeah, we’re gonna put it back on the lot. Do it every year.”

“This is the most bullshit ever.” Angus shook his head, then looking at you. “Did you know about this?”

You couldn’t even respond right away, the question was so ludicrous. “I had no idea about being stuck here with you idiots until about an hour ago, so I naturally knew the townies would steal your Christmas tree.”

“Unbelievable.” He muttered under his breath, putting out the cigarette and heading towards the main building.

The rest of the boys’ gaze drifted to you, and all you said was. “Do you think he’d believe me if I told him they worked for the Grinch?”

You were more than halfway through A Christmas Carol when you were in the room you shared with your father in the infirmary. He was chatting with Mary, the head cook and the closest woman you would have to a mother figure, downstairs, leaving you by yourself.

Not exactly.

In the next room, you knew Alex, Ye-Joon, and Angus shared one, and then Teddy and Jason. They were quiet for the most part, save for Kountze tossing a tennis ball against the wall, but it stopped bothering you after a few minutes.

You’d read the Charles Dickens’ tale a million times, but you couldn’t help and see how many similarities Angus Tully shared with Ebenezar Scrooge. It would be a lie if anyone were to ever claim you didn’t have hobbies; what would they call you assigning fictional characters to real people?

You found yourself beginning to pace around the room the more you read. Whilst voices raising in the background grew louder, you didn’t know exactly what had been happened until you wandered in on Tully and Kountze having a fight you could only summarize as it being straight out of Lord of the Flies.

You knew how that story ended, so with one look, you turned on your heel and walked away.

Finding a quiet corner outside of the infirmary, you thought you were safe when-.

Your father yelled your name. “Could you come here, please?”

Roling your eyes, you yelled back. “You told me not to deal with the inadequacy of the male testosterone, so that’s what I’m doing!”

He called for you again, and you groaned, bookmarking where you were and marching back to the infirmary. All five boys and your father stood before you, and you leaned against the doorframe, making it known you wanted to be anywhere but there.

Paul Hunham sighed. “You wouldn’t happen to know who started this ‘Not fight’ mister Ollerman described to me?”

Your eyes drifted to Tully (for reasons, you had no idea), who simply glared back at you. You could’ve done it…lied about him starting it even though you had no idea; it’s what he deserved for being an ass you to that day, and for winning months ago.

But, where you were a bitch, you were also just.

“No,” you stated. “I don’t know.”

He thinned his lips, turning back to everyone. “All right then, we’ll do it like the Roman Legions. Absent a confession, one man’s sin is every man’s suffering. For every minute the truth is withheld, you will all receive a detention.”

“And I thought all the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.” Angus mumbled.

“Stifle it, Tully.” Your father refuted.

You shrugged (this somehow being the first time you agreed with Angus Tully). “He’s got a point; you’re breaking the Geneva Convention if you do.”

“The what?” Teddy scrunched his nose.

“Well,” Your father sighed as he said your name. “if you want to have an opinion on the matter, you can join them as well.”

“I don’t even go here!”

“Well, you’re standing under the roof right now. Now in the first of said detentions, you will clean the library. Top to bottom. Scraping the underside of the desks, which are caked with snot and gum and all manner of ancient, unspeakable proteins. On your hands and knees, down in the dust, breathing in the dead skin of generations of students and desiccated cockroach assholes.”

“It was Kountze!” Little Alex pointed to him. “Kountze started it!”

While the guilty party in question’s face had dropped, you watched as your father’s brightened. “Bravo, Mister Ollerman. Bravo.”

It must’ve off put Mary how you were smiling in the kitchen when you picked up the pitcher of water and bread as she got the platters of chicken and potatoes and asparagus.

Still, she asked. “How bad of a day was it for you to be smiling as you serve the men at the table?”

“Eh,” you began. “I would rather be on a plane to Copenhagen right now, but being stuck at this hell hole with you makes it tolerable; better, even.

Mary smiled at that. “Feeling’s mutual, Jane Bennett.”

“I’m Lizzie.” You playfully whined.

“And I can’t be bothered to finish that book.” She teased, and the two of you were beginning to make your way to the dining hall.

“Speaking of books, do you have another one I could borrow?” You asked.

“Already?” Mary sounded surprised. “I gave you that book last week.”

“And I finished it in a few days, I just haven’t had the chance to ask you.”

She shook her head as you pushed through the door out into the dining hall, holding it for her. “I’ll recommend the Bible next time to keep you occupied for longer.”

“I think I’ll stick with James Baldwin, if that’s alright.” You jested, then seeing Jason’s lips move as he asked a question, Teddy responded, and then your father spoke quite loudly.

“Consider yourselves lucky. During the third Punic campaign, 149-146 B.C., the Romans laid siege to Carthage for three entire years. By the time it ended, the Carthaginians were reduced to eating sand and drinking their own urine. Hence the term punitive.”

You and Mary set down the food, and you scrunched your nose in disgust at your father’s ‘fun fact’ while sitting beside Jason and facing Angus. It took everything in your bones not to burst out in laughter to see Teddy Kountze sitting at the edge of the table like a toddler having a silent tantrum.

“Thank you, Mary.” Your father greeted as everyone began to serve themselves. “Would you maybe care to join us?”

Oh, the look of distaste on Teddy’s face nearly made you lose it. Mary took notice immediately, and she offered a meek smile. “No, I’m alright, thank you.”

The same moment the door to the kitchen closed when she left was when Teddy turned to all of you, whispering as if it would help. “I mean…I know she’s sad about her son and everything, but still, she’s being paid to do a job. And she should be doing it well, right?”

If it weren’t for the fact you were chewing on a piece of chicken, and that your father was just two seats away from you, you would’ve given him a piece of your mind. The glare in your eyes would have to suffice.

Still, he opened his dumb mouth to continue. “But I guess, no matter how bad of a cook she is, they can never fire her.”

“Will you shut up?!” Your father hit the table so hard, silverware flew. You’d seen this rage from him before…but it still made you jump. “You have no idea what that woman has been through-!”

His gaze turned to you, and saw the look that could only belong to you in moments like that; where you stiffened yourself and hardened your eyes to look as if you did not know what fear meant. Yet, there was still an undeniable amount of terror even within those eyes you tried to have been the most fearless.

He reigned himself back in. “You know, Mr. Kountze, for most people, life is like a henhouse ladder; shitty and short. You were born lucky. Maybe someday you entitled little degenerates will appreciate that. If you don’t, I feel sorry for you, and we will not have done our jobs. Now eat.”

The boys obeyed, keeping their heads low. You felt your heart go back to itself, and as you were returning to eating, you heard an irritating voice mumble.

“Not our fault her kid was one of the poor bastards to be drafted.”

It took you three seconds to find Teddy’s foot under the table, and one for you to step on it with all your weight.

He jolted, cursing under his breath before looking at you. “The hell?!”

You feigned innocence, a potato on your fork. “Oh, was that your foot? I’m so sorry.”

Teddy’s eyes tried to burn through your skin as you continued to eat, but you barely felt them. The eyes you did feel on you were soon gone when you looked across from where you sat.

There was Angus Tully, keeping his head down as if he was a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

…Interesting…

What else were you supposed to think?

You finished A Christmas Carol by the time your father forced you to turn out the lights (and then confiscated your flashlight from under your bed…had to think of a better hiding spot). It always took you a while to go to sleep (still does, some nights).

As you laid in darkness, your mind would rush with the worlds you vowed to lose yourself in through the books you read. Frodo had Middle Earth, Emma had Highbury, and you had…Barton, Massachusetts.

Not even Concord like the March Sisters, just plain old Barton.

So, naturally, when your mind had tired itself from living these fantasies, and as you were about to drift off to sleep, your father’s snoring awoke you.

You hadn’t even noticed he came into the room, only when he started snoring to wake the dead. Sighing heavily, you tossed yourself out of bed, and used what moonlight coming in from the windows as your guide. Not long after, you saw that Angus and the freshmen boys drew the short end of the stick in their room choice; there were no curtains to the windows, causing the lamplights to bleed into the room, making it an unfavorable color of piss yellow.

That’s when your eyes drifted to where Jason and Teddy were; a little light peering in from their window facing the moon, and correspondingly, the other bedroom, but still quite dark. Closest to the door…a spare bed.

Yes, it was by Teddy, but your father’s snoring being fainter in that room was enough for you.

But again…it was by Teddy.

So, swallowing your pride, your eyes darted around for a solution, and they landed on Frankenstein’s Monster right behind you. Sighing to yourself, you turned back around into his room, and after thinking of what to say, you shook him awake.

He was somehow relaxed at first when he opened his eyes to see you; but that was just shock, he nearly fell out of bed when his vision adjusted.

“What the hell?!” He gasped, sitting up.

You shushed him, sitting on the edge of his bed. “I need a favor.”

He blinked, looking around to just double check where he was; nope, it wasn’t a bad dream, yep, he was still at Barton. “You appear like one of the fucking ghosts from A Christmas Carol, what could it possibly be?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, Ebenezar Scrooge, my dad snores like he’s trying to be the Giant from Jack and the Beanstalk, and I can’t sleep in there. So, I’m gonna go sleep in the other room, and you gotta wake me up or I’m dead.”

Angus Tully stared at you as if your head had grown horns. “I have no idea what you just said right now because you woke me up at,” he turned and looked at his watch. “oh look, 1am.”

Sighing you bit back a response only because you needed something from him. “Look; I want to actually be able to sleep, and I know I won’t at all if I’m stuck in a room with my dad all night. I’ll sleep in the extra bed in the other room, and you wake me up so that none of us will be killed if I oversleep in a room with teenage boys.”

It’s more than obvious he understood, but he then asked. “Why not just ask one of the guys in the room you’re sleeping in?”

“I don’t trust Kountze with anything and Jason…”

Damn your exhaustion for not being able to come up with a good explanation besides-.

“You like him.” Angus’ face lit up with a teasing glee that unnerved you somehow more than Teddy’s entire existence did that day.

“No!” You immediately deny. “I mean, yes, but in a way that of course I like him because he’s the only one of you assholes who are nice to me. So, I don’t like like him.”

You liar.

Angus scoffed, yet his shit eating grin was still on his face. “What are you, twelve?”

“I was about to ask the same thing since you’re so interested.” You rolled your eyes.

“So why me?” He asked. “You like the freshmen, don’t you trust them more?”

“I like them and actually want them to sleep.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Sighing you said. “I’ll give you whatever you want; not whatever you fucking perve but-.”

“-I never even thought of it like-.”

“-Sure, you didn’t.” You interrupted. “But I got a friend in town, so I can always go and get you stuff. What do you want?”

He took his time thinking; so much time you were tempted to wake Mary up and beg her to let you sleep in her room (you knew she would've let you, but you didn't want to disturb her. You also never questioned your father why he didn't initially have you sleep in Mary's room; more than likely just to give her her own space). Finally, he answered.

“Chocolate and cigarettes.” The look you gave him would’ve made you laugh if you could see it. It only made him scrunch his eyes. “What?"

“That’s it?”

“I'm running out of both, big deal." He scoffed. "Am I allowed to change my mind after each time you pay me? Besides, when will you?”

You shrugged. “I can’t go out every day. I’ll see if he’ll let me the day after tomorrow, so I can stock up then. How about…every three days you wake me up, that’s when I give you stuff. Sound good?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Holding out your hand, you were surprised he shook it right away. You looked him dead in the eyes when you said. “If any of them try to do anything to me while I sleep, I’m using their own pillow to suffocate them; that goes for you too, clear?”

“Crystal.” He drew his hand away. “I won’t say anything either.”

You nodded in thanks, standing up. Before you could tiptoe to the other room, you looked back at him. “Wake me up at six-thirty; he’ll wake you all up at seven.”

When you turned your back again, he asked in an unsettled fashion. “How?”

You knew that he hated the light flooding the room for a different reason now; to see your smile of mischief before you left.

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marumarielle · 8 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐑 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 (𝟎𝟎𝟐)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ another one after abandoning my schoolworks LMAOOOO. ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ this one is more family centered (DR STRANGEEEEEEEE!!!) because i miss my dad

tw: none rlly, just a moody stephen strange lols

mcu dr moodboard

dr strange is my father figure (HE NEEDS MORE LOVE FRFR)

He used to love to make letters for people he loves but after the accident he stopped making them because he's insecure lf his handwriting

But i tell him to do it anyway because it's a rare thing to receive these days

Then i got a letter the next day :DDDDDD

Stephen and I know each other so well he gets that parent sense.

Yknow, the type of parent sense where his gut just gives him a feeling of "Oh, she feels down today. I'll make her something to make her feel better"

also applies to danger btw (we'll get to that in another post 😉)

This man writes me letters with encouraging and reassuring words whenever i feel down but he'll usually slide them beneath my door because i tend to stay in my room after a bad day😭😭😭

He usually starts it off with a "I've felt something heavy on my chest for a while. Did something happen, sweetheart? Are you sleeping well?" AND IABDUSBSJWBDHW ILYSM YOU DONT EVEN KNOOWWWWWWW

idc about what anyone says, STEPHEN IS A MASTER BAKER AND COOK

this man is literally the eldest in his family and had 2 younger siblings ofc he had to take care of them

(p.s. the only reason y he stopped baking and cooking was because of his tremors)

I have long hair in my DR and so he whenever he's outside and sees a hair accessory shop, he'll come home with a paper bag full of hair pins, clips, clams, hair ties, etc.

He then says it would be a waste if i didn't use any of them so he'll style my hair himself (its his excuse for showing affection)

oh and THIS MAN HAS STYLEEE

he won't hesitate to tell me if my clothes don't match and then he proceeds to teach me how to style my clothes correctly

Doesn't let me fight enemies

Would literally step between me and an enemy with ZERO HESITATION (dw guys i scripted he doesn't die, HES MY DAD I WONT LET THAT HAPPEN DUHHH)

I would quietly steal his phone when he's not looking and take a funny selfie of myself (the one angle where the camera's near your forehead)

LMAO HE USED ONE OF THE PICS AS A LOCKSCREEN?????? okay dude, whatever makes you happy ig

He's also v strict tho

So. if im late he trains with this sour mood (he hates his time being wasted)

can sometimes be a bit harsh but v apologetic afterwards

he proceeds to cook something up for me as a sorry

that's all for now. i made this at like 1 AM so its v messy. TY FOR READINGGG!

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marblemoonstones · 8 months

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter four

sorry everyone, it’s been a while! been busy, but I hope you enjoy reading 🤎

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. Feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

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*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, reader gets yelled at briefly, use of word bitch

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The next couple weeks passed by in a blur, and before I knew it it was almost time for school to start up again. I’m going into my junior year at Seoul National University (sorry, super basic college) and am majoring in Education, as I want to be a teacher like Namjoon. But, unlike Namjoon, I don’t want to teach high schoolers. I want to be an elementary school teacher. (Sorry, I know it’s a pretty big time skip but I wanted to actually get to the college scenes lol)

The boys convinced me (more like begged me) to stay with them for school and said that “Your presence is payment enough!” (Minus Hoseok of course, as we’re still not on good terms for whatever reason) I finally relented after seeing the prices for dorms. Why were they so high for broke college students? Through these few weeks I have gotten to know the boys better.

Namjoon and I have gotten close because of our similarity in careers. We both are avid learners and want to help others learn and have bonded over many cups of tea. I know that I can go to him for any help with my schoolwork, and he says he will come to me for ideas because I am “younger and know what’s hip these days.” We also both love to read and have exchanged books frequently. He is more of a science fiction and fantasy type reader while I adore romance books (again, sorry if you don’t like these types of books). While I admit that his books are fascinating, I still prefer my cheesy, k-drama worthy books. There’s nothing better than us two sitting on my balcony reading all afternoon with some treats Jin or I baked.

Jin and I have become better friends through our cooking and baking. He is a master chef and much better than I will ever be, but it’s still fun to learn from him. It often makes me wonder why he is an actor and not a cook, but people can have more than one avid interest. My baking skills are modest at best, but I do still love to make different types of cookies as my mom taught me and to make cute mini lunchbox cakes for the boys to take to their work for a sweet treat.

More often than not I catch Yoongi looking at my treats longingly so I make more and send them with him to work. He is especially fond of my coffee cookies as I found him secretly eating them as a midnight snack one night. Yoongi and I have a mutual understanding where if we both need to relax for second and just breathe, we’ll seek out each other. I sometimes sit in his studio, just zoning out and giving myself a minute. And he sometimes will come find me in my room and just lay down next to me as I continue watching my show. These moments make me feel content.

Times that I do not feel content are whenever I’m with Hoseok. I genuinely want to at least be acquaintances, but he seems to want to be enemies forever. I try to reach out but every time he ignores me. More often than not he finds some excuse to not be in the room with me. I know the boys have noticed, but they haven’t said anything to me about it. I can only hope that with time he and I will eventually be able to tolerate each other.

With Jimin it has been a little harder to connect, but we eventually got to the point where we are now. While I’m not as close to him as the maknaes or even Yoongi, we still have a good bond. It all started when I asked if I could use the dance studio in the house (rich people, am I right?) for fun. I danced all through high school at a recreational studio and I enjoy it occasionally to keep me exercised. I was stretching when Jimin walked in and asked if he could watch. I was nervous at first but then once I got started I fell into my own world. Jimin applauded afterwards and I bowed, embarrassed. We both then danced together and that’s how our friendship started.

My friendship with the youngest two grew during those couple of weeks. After the shopping trip they decided that we were now a ‘trio of trouble’ and that we were besties. I’ll admit, sometimes I did feel a bit like I was third-wheeling them but for the most part it was great to have genuine friends. Sure, I had friends but they were mostly college friends that I didn’t see outside of school. But with Tae and Kook I felt that I could truly be myself. Endless hours of binging movies, playing video games, and doing stupid challenges/dares kept me entertained until my first day back.

Which is today. I’m not nervous, but I always get a small pit of dread in my stomach. I only have two classes today, Foundations of Education and Psychology (not me stealing these class names off a random college website haha). Foundations of Ed is in late morning, then I have a short break before Psych which is early afternoon. I have these classes three times a week, but they’re my only classes on those days.

I roll out of bed and rub my eyes before grabbing my glasses groggily. I knock on Jungkook and I’s shared bathroom and don’t get a response so I turn the knob and no one’s in there. I know today is also Jungkook’s first day of senior year but I’m fairly certain that he has a class around the same time as me. I wonder why he’s not up yet? Knowing him he overslept. That boy needs to learn to get a better sleep schedule. I lock both connecting doors and then carefully place my glasses on the counter. After showering I hop out, put my glasses on (bad vision is a curse, and this author knows the struggle, trust me, but at least glasses/contacts exist) and after drying off I change.

I put on jean shorts and a pink shirt, and after going into my bedroom I grab my backpack and double check that I have all of my supplies. A couple notebooks, binders, and of course a pencil pouch that’s all stocked up. Notebook paper as well as folders are also neatly lined up. I zip it up and then make my way downstairs.

Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi are all at their respective jobs. Jin is taking a break from acting, so he’s mostly here and Taehyung has a shoot later in the afternoon so I know he is also around.

Sure enough, Jin’s cooked me a ‘back to school breakfast,’ which is super sweet of him.

“Thank you so much Jin! You really didn’t have to do this,” I say to him.

“Of course I did! It you and our maknae’s first day back so you deserve a special breakfast,” Jin replies. “Speaking of, where is the little brat? He shouldn’t be sleeping because he has to get ready and take you both to school!”

“He’s still sleeping,” Taehyung says, walking down the stairs.

“Ugh, that kid will be the death of me. I’ll go get him. Eat up!” Jin goes upstairs, mumbling under his breath about how annoying Jungkook is.

I laugh, then sit down with Taehyung and start eating. Taehyung grins his boxy smile and says, “I wonder if Jungkookie will be late on his first day. If he is, I can take you to school.”

“I don’t think that Jin will let Kook be late,” I say, thinking of the father-like eldest.

“True. He’ll probably drag Jungkook by his hair if that means he gets up,” Taehyung says, laughing.

About ten minutes later a weary looking Jungkook and an irritated Jin come walking down the stairs.

“See, this is why you need to be more like y/n! She gets up on time and is actually prepared for school,” Jin scolds.

“Yeah yeah whatever hyung,” Jungkook says sleepily, sitting down at the table and eating a few bites of the now cold breakfast.

“Don’t ‘whatever hyung’ me, you have to promise that whenever you have school you’ll actually be ready,” Jin says.

“Okay fine I promise. Y/n you ready to go?” Jungkook says, standing up from the table and going to get his shoes on.

“Yep,” I reply, going to put on my white converse.

“Bye! Have a good first day!” Jin and Taehyung say as we leave.

Jungkook drives a nice sedan today instead of one of the rich luxurious cars they normally drive.

“Are you excited?” I ask Jungkook, “You’re almost done with school!”

“I’m excited to be done with it,” Jungkook agrees. We pull up and he parks then we get out and get ready to head to our respective classes.

“Well have fun with your Foundations of Ed class. You don’t need a ride home after, right?” Jungkook asks me.

I shake my head. “Nope. I’m going to chill here through lunch until my Psych class then I’ll take the bus home.”

“You know you can call any of us to take you home right? We wouldn’t mind,” Jungkook says.

I know they wouldn’t care but I don’t want to bother them with me.

“Oh, you’re all busy people so don’t worry about it! Here come some of your friends so I’d better go.” There are a couple guys and girls who are walking up to Jungkook.

“Hey Jungkook!”

“Good to see you bro!”

“How was your summer?”

“Who’s this?”

The last question comes from a snobby looking girl. Her inky black hair is up in a high ponytail and she looks at me with disdain.

“Oh, this is y/n. She’s the one who’s staying with me and the boys for a while,” Jungkook says, introducing me.

“Hi y/n, I’m Felix.” He waves at me and I wave back.

“I’m Jackson,” says the next boy, grinning at me.

“I’m Hwasa,” says the girl next to the snobby one.

“And I’m Haneul,” says snobby girl.

“Nice to me you all,” I say.

“So you’re the girl who’s too poor to stay at a dorm!” Haneul says sweetly.

“Haneul,” Felix says through gritted teeth, “That’s not true.”

“I’m sure it is though, Felix. Isn’t that right, y/n?” Haneul now has the biggest fake smile I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, well I supposed so,” I say, deflated at the thought that the boys think I’m just a ‘girl who’s too poor to stay at a dorm.’

“Um, y/n that’s not what-“ Jungkook starts, sensing my change in mood.

“I’ve got to get to class! Bye everyone, it was nice meeting you.” I interrupt Jungkook. Turning on my heel, I swiftly walk away from the group, hearing Haneul whisper under her breath, “I told you she was poor.”

I find my building and classroom and walk in. It’s a decently sized room with partner desks in neat rows. Some students are already sitting in desks chatting with each other.

I find a seat in the back right corner by the window so I can see outside. I can only hope no one will sit by me, but that seems to not be the case as a couple minutes later a tired looking boy asks if he can sit next to me. I say yes and he flops into the seat and lays his head on his arms.

“Oh, by the way my name’s Seungmin,” he mumbles before closing his eyes.

I smile, amused at his tiredness and turn my attention to the professor as she walks in.

“Good morning class and welcome to Foundations of Education. We will be learning the basics of education and teaching in this class. My name is Professor Shin. Now, let’s take roll.” As she starts calling names, I turn my attention to my sleeping deskmate. I wonder if I should wake him up?

“Choi y/n?”

“Here,” I say.

Eventually she gets to Seungmin.

“Kim Seungmin?”

I nudge his elbow but he doesn’t stir. Then I poke him. Hard. This makes his head shoot up and then sees everyone staring at him.

“Oh, uh, here.”

“Mr. Kim, if you could please refrain from sleeping in class that would be much appreciated,” Professor Shin says with an annoyed look on her face. She then continues on with attendance.

“Hey, are you okay? You look super exhausted,” I say to Seungmin, seeing how his eyes are red and have dark circles underneath them.

“I’m fine I just stayed up way too late last night,” he says.

I nod then turn back to the professor, who is now passing out a slyllabus. I take a deep breath then focus for the rest of the class.

After class I bid goodbye to a still sleepy Seungmin and head out to get lunch. There are picnic tables around campus so I grab something to eat then go sit at an empty one. I enjoy the breeze through my hair and the peacefulness of the trees. Until I see someone coming up to me out of the corner of my eye. I look and it’s Hwasa and Jackson.

“Hey y/n, can we sit here?” She asks.

“Sure.”

They sit and pull out their own lunches.

“We’re sorry about Haneul this morning,” Jackson says after chewing and swallowing, “She can be a bit…blunt sometimes.”

“Who’re we kidding Jackson, she’s blunt all of the time,” Hwasa says with an eye roll.

I appreciate these two apologizing for their friend’s action and like them immediately.

“You guys really don’t have to apologize. I mean, I am poor enough to not be able to afford a dorm,” I say.

“Even if it’s true, that doesn’t mean she needs to be so bitchy about it, and besides, dorms are expensive for anyone,” Hwasa points out.

“Can we not talk about Haneul now please? I’m trying to eat,” Jackson complains. Hwasa and I laugh and we change the subject to school and finish our lunches.

“Thanks for letting us join you for lunch y/n,” Hwasa says as we clean up and throw away our trash.

“Of course. It’s nice to meet some of Kook’s friends!” I say, genuinely glad to have made more friends.

“Aww, you called him Kook. Are you two super close? You can tell us. We’ve been his best friends for ages now,” Jackson says.

I want to trust them, so I reply “I guess you could say that. We definitely have gotten closer these past couple of weeks.”

“Ooh, have you now?” I hear a horrible voice behind me. Of course it’s Haneul.

“You see, you may have gotten closer to Jungkook but I’ve known him since he was little. No one knows him better than me,” Haneul says, trying to intimidate me.

It’s true that I still know little about the boys’ background and upbringings, but I am still surprised that Jungkook would hang out with someone like Haneul. The boys also haven’t mentioned her at all.

“You only hung out because your parents were good friends with his,” Hwasa explains with yet another eye roll.

“Are you jealous Haneul?” Jackson teases, enjoying the glare in Haneul’s eyes.

“No, of course not. Why would I be jealous of a stupid nobody like her?”

Wow, straight to the point. I can try to ignore it, but I’m not sure if I can deal with another person hating me. Hoseok is more than enough.

“Excuse me, I need to get to my next class.” I leave as gracefully as I can but my body still reacts to her calling me stupid. I take a deep breath and try to calm my shaking hands and racing heart. Eventually I am calm enough to walk into my next class, but my hands still tremble.

I step into my Psychology hall, a big airy room made for a lot of students. There’s only a couple people in there as I am early because I was escaping from Haneul.

I take a seat near the middle because I want to be able to see the board. Soon the hall starts filling up with students. A girl sits to my left and eventually a guys sits on my right. Neither of them look at me and continue to talk to their friends around them.

The professor comes in, a kind looking man. He introduces himself as Professor Kim (so many Kims) and starts to talk. The class goes by quickly and then I’m free. First day of school done. I make my way out of the crowded hall and back into the sunlight. I check my phone and see that I have a couple missed text from Jungkook.

I’m sorry that Haneul said those things. I know ur not poor and I apologize for her words.

Y/n? Ur probably in class, but I just wanted to remind u that any of us would be happy to take u home after ur last class.

I smile at his Haneul text, but text him back to tell him that no one has to take me home.

I’m a big girl Kook, I can take myself home. But thanks :)

I am about to round the corner of the building when I hear Haneul talking. I stop when I hear that she’s talking about me.

“Honestly y/n probably just wants the boys money. She’s just a gold digger that acted all pitiful and the boys are too sweet to say no to her. I feel bad for her because as soon as the boys figure this out she’s going to be kicked out of their house. Actually that’ll be super funny!”

I hear tittering laughter and turn around to go the other way, eyes slightly glassy. Is this what everyone thinks? That I’m a gold digger? If they think that, then I won’t accept anymore gifts from the boys. Them letting me stay is more than enough and I don’t want them to hear these rumors because it will impact their reputation.

I blink the tears away and then continue to the bus stop. I check my phone to see that Jungkook has texted me again.

Look, I know u can handle urself but I don’t want anything happening to u. Hobi-hyung is free now and I sent him to pick you up. Just this once bc it’s the first day ok? :)

Great. I can’t let Hoseok see me like this. I sniff then blink and make sure I look okay before seeing a car pull up that has Hoseok in the driver’s seat. I text Jungkook back.

Ok just this once but no more after today Kook

I go up to the car and open the passenger door, climbing in to a stoic Hoseok.

“Hi Hoseok. Thanks for picking me up. You don’t ever have to do this again. I told Jungkook I will be taking the bus for the rest of the year.”

“That kid didn’t even think that I have dance today, so I’m taking you to my studio. We can then go home together afterwards with Jimin,” Hoseok says with his usual coldness.

Oh boy. Going to his work? This is great. Just great.

The rest of the car ride is silent except for the light music of the radio.

We pull up to a modern looking building that says Epiphany. I get out and follow Hoseok inside. The receptionist greets us and then Hoseok tells me to wait out here.

“My class ends in an hour and so does Jimin’s. We’ll leave after that so just wait here patiently.” He then leaves and I’m left to sit in the rather comfy chairs. The receptionist smiles at me and tells me to tell her if I need anything.

There are two big glass windows and I can see into the studios. I see Jimin in one of them, leading stretches to younger looking children. I smile as they talk and laugh while doing their splits. I look to the other one and there’s Hoseok leading some college looking dancers in stretches too.

The front door swings open and in walks none other than Hwasa and Haneul.

“Oh my gosh, we’re late! Let’s go before Hobi kills us!” Hwasa says hurriedly, rushing to the studio with Hoseok in it. “Hi y/n!” She calls as she darts last me.

Haneul is in less than a rush than Hwasa. “Oh hello y/n. What are you doing here? Surely you aren’t here for class? Only the best of the best come here.”

“I’m just waiting for Hoseok and Jimin to finish their classes,” I say, trying to be polite even though I heard her hurtful words earlier.

“Oh you can’t even drive? That’s rough. Or is it that you don’t have a car?” Haneul asks with a look of pity on her face.

“I can drive perfectly fine, but I don’t have a car as of right now. Anyways, aren’t you late to your class?” I ask as nicely as I can.

“Oh yeah, guess I’d better head there. Have fun sitting!” Haneul bounces away and I sigh. She’s everywhere, so I guess I better get used to her and her rude words.

I turn my attention back to Jimin’s class. He’s leading the kids through the five ballet positions, walking around and fixing their legs and arms. His cheerful and encouraging smile makes me smile, and I can feel my heart flutter a bit. But, just as every time before, I push it away and remind myself that the boys are off limits. They all have each other and are happy. You’re just going after the first attractive people that you see y/n. And it just so happens to be your housemates. I can’t help that these are the kindest and most beautiful boys I’ve ever seen. They’re strictly friends to me and will stay that way.

I look at Hoseok’s class, seeing that they’re now done warming up and move on to dancing hip-hop and free styling. While most of the class is good, my eye is drawn to Hoseok. This makes sense, as he is the teacher, but for some reason I can’t tear my eyes away. He looks up as he’s dancing and our eyes lock on each other. I quickly look away, my cheeks burning as he probably doesn’t like me staring at him. But then I see that his eyes are turned away too, and there is a hint of a blush on his cheeks. Or it could just be that he’s tired and sweaty from dancing.

After both classes finish, I stand and stretch my arms from sitting for an hour. Hwasa comes out of the locker room and asks me, “What did you think? Were you impressed by my amazing dance skills?”

I laugh and reply, “Yes of course. I didn’t know that you could dance like that!”

“Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know,” Hwasa teases, “Like how you don’t know that Hobi was staring at you during class?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I say, dropping my voice to a whisper-yell, “He wasn’t looking at me! He hates me! And he’s dating six other boys!”

“Whatever they all like girls too…Unfortunately I have to go now, but give me your number and text me if any updates happen!” Hwasa swiftly grabs my phone and types her number in it, winks, and then saunters out.

That girl! Thinking Hoseok was staring at me…that’s ridiculous. She’s crazy. But I think that we’re starting a great friendship. And the boys also like girls? That’s new to me.

“Hi y/n! What did you think of our class?” That awful voice again. Haneul.

I force a smile before saying, “It was great! You all are so talented.”

“Why, thank you. I like to think so. I’m sure you’re good at something, right? Even poor people have some use in this world.”

This girl. Honestly, if poor is the worst insult that she can come up with, it could be much worse.

“Look, Haneul-“

“Did you just call y/n poor?” A voice behind us asks. We both look to see Hoseok, standing with his arms crossed and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Haneul smirks, and I know that she is thinking that Hoseok is going to agree with her. She’s probably right.

“Yes, I did call y/n poor. I mean, come on Hobi, we all know that she’s just leeching off of the boys and your money and that-“

“Haneul, even if I don’t particularly like someone that doesn’t mean I talk bad about them and call them names to their face and behind the back. That’s just rude. Don’t be a bitch.”

Haneul is shocked and storms out of the studio.

I turn to Hoseok to thank him.

“Thanks Hoseok. I really appreciate it, and I’m sorry-“

“Stop apologizing. No one deserves to be bullied by others,” he says bluntly.

“Look, can I just ask you one question? Why do you hate me?” I burst out, frustrated because he defended me but still is coldly talking to me.

“I don’t hate you. I just don’t like change,” Hoseok says, sighing.

“Okay, well I just wish that you would’ve told me beforehand. I’m sorry for being change in your life and-“

“God y/n! Stop apologizing!” Hoseok shouts. I avert my eyes to the ground, as this is my usual tactic when someone yells at me. I try not to think of my ex.

I hear Hoseok apologize, low and slow.

Then he says, quieter, “Look, I don’t hate you and I wish that you would stop apologizing for things that aren’t your fault. Let’s get this out of the way; we may not like each other but let’s try to get along for the boys’ sake. Does that sound okay?”

I take a deep breath and nod.

“Sure, Hoseok.”

He does a small smile for the first time at me and holds out his hand.

“Getting along?”

I shake it.

“Getting along.”

I was going to write more, but I thought it was better to end here! looks like y/n and hobi are finally going to maybe get along! what do you think of haneul? and stray kids, hwasa, and jackson cameo! much love y’all. have an amazing day or night wherever you are 🫶🏼🩷

#bts #bts ot7 x reader #bts college au #college!au #ot7 bts #bts ot7 #btsot7 #marblemoonstones

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Prisoner Name: Rebecca Harking

Name: Rebecca Harking

Aliases: Lucky

Age: 33

Date of Birth: April 7, 1990

Sex: F

Race: Caucasian

Height: 5’9

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada

Occupation: N/A (casino hopping before the time of arrest)

Special Abilities: Has the power of luck. Can also speak any situation into existence (considered highly dangerous. Approach with caution)

Notes: It should be noted that will try to use her powers whenever necessary. We have discovered that a simple counter to these powers is to have unlucky symbols on her suppression bracelet. The bracelet must be kept on at all times.

June, 1997

“Derek’s home.”

Rebecca looked up from her reading homework. Sure enough she could see her stepdad walking up the walkway and heading to the front door of her house. “Does he look mad?”

Her brother Ryan shrugged. “He always looks mad. Ignore him if he says anything or you’ll just piss him off even more.”

Rebecca zips her mouth and throws away the imaginary key just as Derek walks in through the door. He scowls at them and tosses his jacket to the floor in the porch.

“Ugh. You’re still here?” He grumbles. He wanders into the kitchen and cracks himself a beer. “Where’s your mother?”

“We live here, stupid. And she’s at work. She took a double shift because you can’t stop spending her money that she pays the bills with.” Ryan shot his stepfather a look. “You’re still here?”

Derek took a long swig before chuckling. “You’re lucky your mom doesn’t let me smack you around. Otherwise I would. What are you looking at, goofy?”

Rebecca stiffens when Derek acknowledges her. “N-nothing. I’m just reading and doing my schoolwork.”

“Schoolwork is for sissies. People like you aren’t going to get anywhere in life working in offices or McDonald’s. Let me guess, you want to be an astronaut when you grow up?”

“You’re one to talk,” Ryan calls out from the living room. “You got a better job than mom and she still pays for everything around here. Lazy fuck-”

Rebecca covers her ears and shuts her eyes when Derek storms over and grabs her brother by the collar of his shirt. She expected to hear punches be landed but instead, opened her eyes to see them staring at each other with hatred in their eyes.

“Listen here, you little shit. Your mom and I had an agreement. She’d take care of you while I’d take care of myself-”

Ryan smacks his hand away. “Why are you even here then? Why are you even married to her if her money is all she’s good for?”

Derek backed away with a smile. “You’ll understand when you’re older, kid. A man owns a woman when they’re married. They’re your property to do as you please with them.”

Rebecca watches him go upstairs and soon hears a door close. “I hate him so much.”

Ryan sighed. “Ditto. I don’t know what mom sees in that guy. She should totally dump him.”

“I wish he was dead sometimes. Maybe he’ll fall down the stairs and break his neck one day then we’d never have to see him ever again-”

She was cut off by loud thuds coming down the stairs. For a brief moment she thought Derek had heard her and was coming down to teach her a lesson but to her surprise, that wasn’t the case. Derek did come downstairs….but just not in the way she was thinking. Both kids stared in shock as their stepfather tumbled and rolled down the stairs only to hit the bottom at a funny angle only for a sickening snap to reverberate through the small house. When Rebecca edged closer once he was still, she could see that his neck was bent in a position that it shouldn’t have been and a piece of bone was sticking out of his skin.

“Holy shit….” Ryan stumbled backwards onto the floor. “Becky, what happened?”

“I didn’t do anything! You saw me! I was here the whole time!” Rebecca cried.

“Yeah but that was lucky. Him coming down the stairs exactly the way you hoped he would. Did you tie string at the top of the stairs again?” Ryan sighed when his sister quickly shook her head. “Are you sure? Because if mom comes home and sees him like this-”

“I swear I didn’t! I was downstairs the whole time you were home, Ry. You saw me.”

Ryan sighed and glanced at their dead stepfather at the bottom of the stairs. “Mom doesn’t need to know about this. Got it? We hide the body and if she asks where he is, we say he left-”

“But his truck’s in the driveway….”

“Shit,” Ryan looked out the window. “You’re right. Look….you keep doing your homework and act like nothing happened. I’ll take care of this mess before mom comes home at 9. Can you keep a secret?”

Rebecca nodded and watched as her brother began dragging Derek’s body away from the stairs and towards the back door. When both Ryan and the old fart were out of sight, she smiled and hummed happily as she finished her book report.

December 24, 2013

“Come on, dude! It’s Christmas! A little extra wouldn’t hurt for the holidays!”

Rebecca, 23, looked her boss in the eyes and pleaded for a small bonus. Money was scarce this year and the car dealership that she worked for didn’t see as much business as usual anymore. Everyone wanted newer, better models to ride around in. Even the ones looking for secondhand (the ones that her boss sold) weren’t worth the money that he was selling them for. She had bills to pay. Mouths to feed.

“Becky Doll, I told you at the beginning of the month. I ain’t got much money left in the business. I gotta pay you and the ones that work the lot. Utilities. Other things. I can’t afford to give you a Christmas bonus this year.”

Rebecca eyeballed the big black vault in his office when he wasn’t looking. “I understand. I thought I’d try anyway. My brother is sick again and his hospital bills are piling up. But I get it. Thank you anyway though. Merry Christmas.”

Walking herself out to the bus stop, Rebecca took a seat on the bench. She knew the money excuse was bullshit. She’d seen her boss laundering cash before and even saw how much money he had hidden away in his stupid vault. No one hated him as much as she did and she secretly hoped that karma would bite him on the ass one day.

The bus was late. Rebecca pulled out her phone to check the time right when someone ran by and slipped on ice, dropping a bag in front of her. Before she could say anything, they got up and continued to run away. The bag was staring her in the face and curiosity was getting the better of her. So she picked it up and peeked inside. She nearly died of a heart attack at the bus stop.

Piles and piles of cash. All hundreds from the look of it. Rebecca had to hold back a scream of surprise as she looked down at this gift that the universe gave to her. This looked like enough money to pay off her own bills as well as her brother’s. And they’d still be able to live comfortably for the next while.

“Hey! Hey you!”

Hearing a voice, she quickly zipped up the bag and hid it inside her winter coat. Thankfully it was big enough to make it look like that was part of the design just in time as a police officer approached her, breathing heavily and seemingly tired from running.

“Ma’am, did you see someone run by here carrying a bag of sorts? Black jacket, wool hat. They just stole money from Wheeler’s Wheels just up the road and we got called in to get a jump on the guy,” the officer inhaled a deep breath before continuing. “Yeah….yeah. I can’t keep up. But have you seen him run by?”

Rebecca shook her head. “No officer. I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes by myself waiting for the bus. It’s late tonight, probably due to it being Christmas Eve. But no one ran by. Was anyone hurt?”

The cop shook his head. “Thankfully, no. But if you see anything suspicious tonight, please don’t hesitate to call us. Theft on Christmas Eve is the lowest form of crime, in my opinion.”

“So you’re okay with murder….”

“Pardon? Did you say something ma’am?”

“No, officer. Just can’t believe someone would do something like this. So disgusting….”

The officer sighed. “Well. I’ll have to tell my partner that they got away with no witnesses. That should be nice to write up in the report….you have yourself a nice Christmas, ma’am. Be safe out there.”

The bus arrived shortly after the officer left, and Rebecca couldn’t wait to get back to Ryan and tell him what happened. When it arrived at her stop, she raced into the apartment building they lived in and rushed upstairs to their place. When she burst inside with a huge smirk on her face, her brother sat up on the couch, looking confused.

“Becks….what did you do this time?” He asked through a cough.

“I didn’t do anything this time. Well….that’s kind of a lie. I silently hoped my boss would get some long overdue karma and he got exactly that tonight.” She dumped the contents of the bag on the table between them. “There’s thousands here, Ry. I can pay your bills off completely.”

Ryan sighed. “Did you do the thing?”

“....what thing?”

“You know. That weird thing where you speak something into existence. You know. You’ve done it a thousand times before.”

Rebecca snorted. “I thought you’d be happy. I can get you your medicine with this and pay off the hospital. Maybe even treat us to a little something. But to answer your question, no. I didn’t do the thing. At least not out loud.”

Ryan shot her a look. “Not out loud? Since when could you do it silently? Is this new?”

“I don’t fucking know, Ryan. I don’t even know how it works. I don’t even know where I got this power from. I’m just lucky I suppose-” She paused for a moment. “Lucky. I’m Lucky.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Oh no. Please don’t tell me that you’re going to do this again, Becky. You’ll get caught eventually.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Rebecca pecked her brother on the cheek. “Now come on. Let’s get some of that expensive Chinese food that you love so much. My treat.”

August 12, 2020

The following is a transcript of an interview taken with two agents and the prisoner Rebecca Harking, aka Lucky. This is a part of the quarterly interviews that take place to recruit new candidates for Amanda Waller’s “Suicide Squad”. Please note that Harking’s suppression bracelet is activated for this interview as well as during her sentence at Belle Reve for the safety of herself and others. But mainly others.

Agent Shaw: Are we recording?

Agent Bellend: Yup. You can start

Agent Shaw: Alright. Hello, Rebecca. I’m Agent Shaw and this is my partner Agent Shaw. How are you doing today?

Rebecca: Spare me the bullshit, Shaw. This isn’t my first rodeo. Just do what you gotta do so I can go back to my cell

Agent Shaw: Wow, okay. Uh, so you know why you’re here today I’m presuming. To get screened for-

Rebecca: Yeah, yeah. I know. Screened for the stupid Suicide Squad. I know all about that merry band of assholes. Let me guess, the other crew are dead?

Agent Shaw: Some are, yes. But not all of them. Waller is looking for new recruits for a new mission in the future. For the time being, she wants to seek out potential candidates

Rebecca: Interesting. And she thinks my skill set has potential?

Agent Bellend: She doesn’t think. She knows

Rebecca: But do you know, Agents? Have you read my file before coming in today?

Agent Shaw; We did. It’s….impressive, to say the least

Agent Bellend: Can you really manipulate luck? Influence how things work out for you?

Agent Shaw: Bellend-

Agent Bellend: What? I’m curious. I could use a bit of luck in my life like that….

Rebecca: Would you like to find out, Bellend? Take this bracelet off me and find out

Agent Shaw: Nice try, Harking. You know that’s on you for a reason. Now back to our interview. You know you’re in here for a screening. If you were given the chance to join Waller’s team for some years to be taken off your sentence, would you do it?

Rebecca: For a shorter sentence? Maybe. Would I only just get thrown back in here if I commit the same crimes once I’m out anyway?

Agent Bellend: Uh….we’ll get back to you on that. But a shorter sentence is better than 50 years, isn’t it?

Rebecca: Hmm. As long as I don’t have to work with that weird shark guy. He gives me the creeps. All sharks do actually. Have you seen Jaws? I heard that they watched it over in the men’s cells and he laughed at it. Thought it was hilarious

Agent Bellend: Focus, Rebecca. Please. Next question. Have you ever used your abilities for your own personal gain?

Rebecca: [laughs] Would I be in here if I didn’t? Of course I did. I lived in fucking Vegas before I was caught and thrown in here. I’m no saint

Agent Shaw: Have you ever manipulated others?

Rebecca: Yes

Agent Shaw: Have you ever used your powers on your brother?

Rebecca: ….don’t bring him up

Agent Shaw: I don’t see why we can’t. It’s right there on your file. It says you killed him-

Rebecca: I SAID DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM!

Agent Bellend: Why did you do it though?

Rebecca: It was….stupid. We had an argument and I let my emotions get the better of me. I told him to drop dead and he….he did. It was a mistake that I wish I could go back and change

Agent Shaw: You didn’t mean to kill him

Rebecca: Fuck no. I loved my brother. He protected me our whole lives. The least I could do to pay him back was use my powers to make our life easier. Jobs weren’t paying what I felt we deserved. So I took to the casinos where I knew I could use them to my full advantage

Agent Shaw: And was he okay with this?

Rebecca: Not at first, no. But I promised him it wouldn’t be a daily thing and he agreed to that. But I became addicted to winning and eventually people at the casinos caught on. Once I was banned, that’s when my brother got angry. Called me reckless. I told him that it was my powers that kept a roof over our heads. Put food on the table. He didn’t like that. So he began to yell at me some more and before I could control my words, I said the thing to him. Next thing I know, he’s on the floor. Dead

Agent Bellend: And then you got arrested?

Rebecca: I turned myself in, you mean. I might be a thief but I’m no monster. I know what I did was wrong and I couldn’t live with the guilt. If you accidentally killed your brother, you would’ve done the same thing

Agent Shaw: You turned yourself in instead of going on the run? You could’ve easily avoided authorities with what you’re capable of

Rebecca: Like I said. I’m no monster, Agent Shaw

Voice on overhead speaker: Don’t be fooled by her, Agents. She murdered her brother with a kitchen knife and ran with the money. Her powers don’t work when she’s asleep. That’s her only flaw

Rebecca: What the fuck, man?! They were totally falling for my story!

Agent Bellend: I almost felt bad for her too….

Agent Shaw: This wasn’t mentioned in her file, Waller

Voice on overhead speaker: Typos happen. I’ll be sure to add it to her file once this interview is over since I finally got her to admit to it

Rebecca: What? You tricked me!

Voice on overhead speaker: You’re the only one that can fool people, Harking. Now wrap this up gentlemen. I got everything I needed here today

Agent Shaw: Uh, sure. No problem. Wrap this up, Bellend. Did you get all that on the tape?

Agent Bellend: Yeah I got it. Didn’t realize this was a confession tape we were doing today

Agent Shaw: I’m sure that’s not the strangest thing we’ll record while we’re here. Agent Shaw and Bellend signing off. Session one ended

#the waller files #dc #writing #fiction

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itsdefnotmia · 1 year

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Meeting and Dating Kenny Wu

(not my gif)

You had been a member of the Mighty Ducks since they came to be. When you found out that your team would become Team USA and that new players would be recruited, you were all for it.

The day soon came, and you were fired up to meet all the talented new players. You and your fellow Ducks crowded into the limo with your hockey gear, and you were all pumped and chatting the entire ride.

When you all arrive to practice, you step out onto the ice to see the five new players conversing and showing off to each other. One of them catches your eye, and you look forward to meeting him.

You skate up to him as he's doing a spin move, and you guys accidentally bump into each other, both of you falling.

"I'm so sorry, it was my fault," you quickly apologize as he gets up and offers you his hand.

"Don't sweat it," he says as he smiles at you. You take his hand and he helps you get up. You give him a flustered smile back.

"Oh! Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm y/n. What's your name?"

His smile gets wider as you tell him your name. "Y/n. I like that. I'm Ken Wu, but you can call me Kenny."

As you guys shake hands, you feel the warmth of his palms in yours, and you can't help but smile widely and blush a bit. You notice that he blushes slightly too.

You guys are partners for drills for the next few practices. Every practice Kenny sits next to you, or practices near you.

Throughout these practices, Julie and Connie always tease you about having a crush on Kenny, and you reluctantly admit to it after they won't stop obsessing over you guys.

Julie and Connie are your wing-women; they're always pushing you towards Kenny or purposely leaving you guys alone together, and it seems like the rest of the team figures out about you liking him. Luckily, not him. Yet.

After practice one night, you're talking to Julie and Connie in the locker room when Kenny comes up to you and asks if you and him could talk privately. The whole team stares at you guys, and you turn a bright shade of red and get nervous, which Kenny finds extremely cute.

Kenny is walking you home when he finally feels brave enough to tell you he likes you. You're surprised at first, but then without any more hesitation, you give him a quick peck on the lips. He looks you in the eyes and wraps his arm around you, kissing the top of your head and walking you the rest of the way home.

At your next practice, you tell Julie and Connie everything, and they squeal and start obsessing over your upcoming first date that they had apparently been planning since before you told them about you having a crush on him.

You and Kenny go on your first date the next day: a beautiful picnic in the park near a lake. It's perfect. He brings you flowers, and after you guys are finished eating lunch, you lay down on the blanket next to each other and gaze up at the clouds. Your fingers intertwine as you inch closer to each other. You share a proper kiss as you hold hands, and you stay like that for an hour or so before he takes you home.

After you both become official, this is your relationship in a nutshell:

Always cheering each other on when either of you score a goal.

Victory kisses after big wins.

When you or him is sick, you both are always there for each other and have everything needed to take care of whoever is sick.

Wearing his sweatshirts.

Kissing and caring for each other's wounds when you get hurt.

Roller blading and ice skating dates.

Him teaching you figure skating moves.

His mom loves you and is always asking him when she'll see you again.

Coach Bombay seeing how well you two bond and work together.

Working on schoolwork together, which usually turns into you getting lost in each other's eyes.

Always complimenting each other.

You both don't fight often, but whenever you do it doesn't last long.

An overall very healthy relationship, and you love each other dearly.

This post was mainly inspired by @80s90smovies and @classic80sand90smovieloves2 ! Keep doing what you both are doing because I love your posts and they are so fun to read.

#the mighty ducks #kenny wu #themightyducksimagines

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daredevilexchange · 1 year

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Want to be featured here? Head to this page and fill in the form!

See what this is about here, or if you’re using the app here.

What’s your fannish ID? Udekai! Friends call me Stu. Stu came from the first OC I ever had- which was essentially just a blue scribble with a bowler hat.

What types of fanworks do you create? I've done mostly art throughout my whole campaign, but fic has become a bigger and bigger thing over the years. I've always been good with literature, and when I was a kid, I wanted to be a writer. The only reason art got so big was because it's easier to doodle on the margins of your schoolwork than brainstorm a story. That turned into dabbling in animation; I only have the energy for a couple of those a year, but I feel like I've gotten pretty good at it!

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you’re not creating? Nothing- and I mean nothing- beats a good AMV. Fics are a close second, but something about seeing something move in time with the beat of a good song is just beautiful.

What do you like in particular about this fandom? I definitely should have watched Daredevil sooner. I've been keeping up with the MCU since the first avenger and my cousin said "watch Daredevil." I said I love angst and my cousin said "please watch Daredevil. I started kickboxing as a means to cope with stress, and my cousin fell to his knees and begged me to watch Daredevil. I didn't actually watch it until I was reading Deadpool fics after reading all his comics, and found Team Red. I was enamored immediately. I came for the show and stayed for the people. So far, everyone I've met is an absolute peach. Everyone's extremely accepting, mature, and communicative. I'm partial to Mattfoggy as a ship, with some dabbling in Kastle. Best friends to lovers has always been my favorite trope, followed closely by hurt/comfort, so there's no wonder why that one spoke to me.

Do you like participating in fan events? I do! I didn't use to, because deadlines intimidate me, but that is a great motivator to actually. Yknow. Finish things, which I can have a little bit of trouble with. They've been teaching me to be okay with publishing things that I haven't had the chance to pick apart and overthink. I'm also making way more than I would be without somebody offering ideas and schedules to work on. I've never done a con, nor do I really see myself doing one in the future, just because I get so flustered when fawn over my work.

What about your creating process? It's a different story every time! I live in a kind of chaotic environment that I have very little control over, so I tend to opt for headphones to keep out noisy distractions. Sometimes, though, even that's a little much to work around, and I have to go find somewhere quiet. My process with fics would make every literature teacher I've ever met weep. There's a fic I have right now that's 250k words, and the planning document reads like I just scrawled it on the walls of my living room. It helps with writer's block sometimes to just type out a stream of consciousness, all of the "uhms" and "no that doesn't make sense" included. As for inspiration, half the time I start out with a single scene in my head and build around it. That goes for fics, animations, and art. I like to get heavy with parallels between canon and whatever I'm doing, and by the end, I can almost guarantee me brain's a massive cobweb of ideas. I find being comfortable is also really important. And I mean physically comfortable. I steal the computer chair to write at the kitchen table for its back support, because when I create, I do it for literally days on end. I try not to begrudge myself the 20 minute scrolling breaks; pressure to work on something always has a way of taking away the enjoyment, and by extension, my ability to actually think creatively. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

Do you interact a lot with other fans? I do! I've always been in a lot of discords, but now almost half of them are Daredevil related. I've got my beloved mutuals on Tumblr, and all these people who participate in events. I'm not exactly wanting for company, but anyone who knows me can vouch that I'm a little bit of a social butterfly.

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? That 250k fic I mentioned earlier: Incarnate. I mention it because it's my pride and joy and because I need to finish it.

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? I tend to do one fandom at a time. They take up my entire headspace. No vacancy.

Where can your fanworks be found? I can be found at Udekai on Ao3 and Tumblr! https://archiveofourown.org/users/Udekai/works I only post fics on Ao3, but you can find art of mine under #my art!

Thank you, @udekai !

banner by @context-is-for-kingpins !

#marvel #matt murdock #mattfoggy #daredevil #daredevil fic #daredevil art #daredevil fanart #content creator spotlight

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andizoidart · 1 year

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You got me into your CCA au so ,,, any info on the au?

God, I have *so* much info, like you would not believe-

I’m going to start with simple details into a few of the characters, but a brief explanation into the AU is also deserved. Basically, this is partially a college AU mixed up with a bunch of realistic scenarios and lesser talked about subjects.

There are several characters that it will follow and all the subplots are weaved together like a textile rug, all interconnected and important to each other. We’ll start out with the “Bad” sans gang, and I’ll tell you a little bit about them!

Nightmare - Currently a Junior in college. Studying pre-law, getting his bachelor’s degree before heading off to law school. - Was adopted as an infant into a more than well-off family. Both his adoptive parents are in judicial practices, as is his adoptive grandfather. He bears a heavy expectation on his shoulders. - He often is forced into taking trips away from campus, signed off for by his adoptive father, who is also a lawyer, teaching him how to work cases.

Killer - Currently a college freshman. Didn’t really want to go to college, and has an undeclared major. Is super socially adept and driven to find the “party scene” lifestyle. - Came to the school on a deferred sports scholarship. - Cross was the one who first introduced him to Nightmare and the others.

Dust - Currently a Junior. Didn’t interact with Nightmare at all until their Sophomore year. Horror was actually the one to introduce the two. - Currently studying to be a literature major, spending most of his time reading. He and Nightmare got along well through that, swapping book recommendations. - Roommates for the whole of the three years with Sci. Sci and Farm introduced Horror and Dust to each other.

Horror - College senior. Always assumed to be a jock due to his size, but is actually double majoring in agriculture and bioengineering. - Met Nightmare during his Sophomore year. The younger began tutoring him in math, as he has suspected Dyscalculia. - Roommates with Farm. The two met in an agriculture program and decided to room together Junior year.

Cross - Sophomore. Here on a sports scholarship that he doesn’t want. Was always pushed to be “well rounded”. Currently taking an interest in law enforcement, but considering nursing as well. - He and Nightmare had a chance first encounter, when he was a Freshman. Nightmare has a ritual of taking walks in the evening, spotted Cross practicing alone, and struck up a conversation across a chainlink fence. This ritual continues to this day. - The real voice of reason in the group when Nightmare is away, but also very much trying to let the others make good decisions for themselves and then trying to fix it for them.

Error - Currently a Junior. Nightmare’s roommate Freshman year. The two mutually agreed to stay out of each other’s way and bonded over their reclusiveness. - Changed housing when Nightmare began living off campus, getting stuck in a three person unit with Fresh and Geno. - Currently, he and Fresh take turns delivering weekly schoolwork to Geno while he’s in and out of hospital.

If you have more questions, please ask! I’m so excited to answer them. <3

Nightmare created by @/jokublog Killer created by @/rahafwabas Dust created by @/ask-dusttale Horror created by @/sour-apple-studios Cross created by @/jakei95 Error created by @/loverofpiggies CCA!AU and its character versions created by myself

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Advent 2023 - Day 4

Dear Public Schools,

I love you.

I know you don’t hear those words enough, so I wanted to tell you today.

I love you for who you are.

Malala Yousafzai said, “One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world.”

You are a place where people who look different and think different and act different and believe different can come together every day to be together and learn together and learn to be together.

Thank you.

I love you for what you do.

Albert Einstein said, “If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

You do not judge the fish by its ability to climb a tree. You take students where they are and help them become all they hope to be. Many times, you take them where they are and help them find hope itself.

Thank you.

I love you because you gave me Lenyel.

He and his mamí fled to the mainland of the United States from Puerto Rico after Hurricane Maria destroyed their home and devastated their lives in summer 2017.

When he walked through the door of my classroom and into my life this year, I quickly learned that strong winds, hard rains and churning waters were still swirling around inside of him.

I tried to reach him, to board myself up against the wind, rain and flood until the storm passed and I could teach him the writing, reading, science and life skills that can help him become all he can be in and for the world.

But every day, he would come into the classroom with eyes afire with anger or quenched from depression and I did not know what to do.

One day, my co-teacher asked, “Could we do a reader’s theater about the Declaration of Independence?”

I answered, “Of course!”

Lenyel got a part in the play.

He loved it! He spoke out with so much enthusiasm and animation; his classmates cheered for him.

He raised his hands and head to the sky and shouted, “I love this school!”

Thank you for giving him to me.

I love you because you gave me Naomi.

She and her family fled to the United States from violence and poverty in Honduras.

When she walked through the door of my classroom and into my life (after the school year had begun), she could not speak a word of English or understand a thing I said.

Every morning, she and my four other Spanish speakers read poems with me from a bilingual book of poems about a boy who comes to the United States from Mexico.

They practice their English and I practice my Spanish, and we are learning to communicate with each other just fine.

One day, the whole class and I brought our lunches to the classroom to watch a story on our Promethean Board while we ate.

I stood behind my desk with my tray in my hand and noticed that my chair was across the room where I had left it after our morning read-aloud.

“Oh well,” I smiled and sighed to myself. “I’ll just stand and eat. A teacher’s life on teacher’s feet is the teaching life for me.”

Before I could raise my fork from my tray to my mouth, I felt a tug on my side.

I looked down.

There was Naomi with her chair, making a sweeping motion with her hand and smiling a kind smile with her eyes to show me she wanted to give me her chair to sit down in and rest.

Thank you for giving her to me.

I love you because you gave me Jayden.

He came to our school at the end of last year – the sixth school he had attended in the past two years.

His schoolwork and his behavior reflected the chaos of his life, but we provided order to his days.

We talked and taught and taught and talked with him about doing the best work he could do and being the best person he could be, and he started heading in the right direction.

I have a picture of him running along the bases of Fluor Field, the baseball field of our minor league team here in Greenville, South Carolina, with his head up, a giant smile on his face, and the words “Live Fearlessly” on the fence behind him. It reminds me that he is headed in the right direction.

I was helping him create a graphic organizer in his writing notebook.

We drew a giant heart on a page.

“Write some things you love around the outline of the heart,” I said. “So you can always remember things you can write about.”

The first words he wrote were “Berea Elementary School” and “my 4th grade teachers.”

Thank you for giving him to me.

Where else could I do my part in changing the life of a child, in changing the life of the world, if not in your classrooms?

Where else could my own heart grow bigger and my own mind grow broader if not in your classrooms?

Thank you.

I love you.

So much.

Your friend and fellow teacher.

- Trevor Scott Barton, Advent Notebook, 2023

#adventnotebook2023 #thebelovedcommunity #theupsidedownkingdom

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sheenabarangan · 1 year

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MY COLLEGE LIFE

Hi! My name is Sheena C. Barangan and this is my College life. College life is not the same as high school life. It's often more fun and interesting, but it can also be more demanding. We all know that College life is hard, there are many challenges or problems that you will encounter. They always say to me that ”walang madaling course” and yes it’s true, we just need to do or give our best.

First challenge that I am experiencing right now is Budgeting, it is really hard to budget your money if you have many things and foods you want to buy. I can't really help myself to not buy those foods and things that I want. I always say to myself that I need to save money. But it end up that I can expend my every week allowance. And there are also expenses that I need to pay in school. I think the second challenge is to wake up early in the morning to go to school. There are times that I need to stay awake or do some activities or homework and also, sometimes I can't sleep immediately at night because i overthink. Third challenge for me to be with my siblings in one room, there are many conflict in our schedule in dorm. Sometimes we are blaming each other for the things that we can't do.

It is hard to move to another place for me to study here at Tuguegarao city. Sometimes I feel homesick, because I miss my family, my friends and dogs and also our house. But all I need to do is to accept and always tell to my self that "this is for my future". I may not be going home every weekends but I least I try to go home once or twice a month.

College life is not easy, there are many adjustments that you need to do most especially when you're far away from your parents or other people that you love because you need to move out of your home and live in a dorm.

Without friends, we can't enjoy college life, so it goes without saying that we need friends. They are the friends I met in college who have now become my new family on school and outside of the campus and who are always there for me in troubles time and also my food partners. Regardless, of whether my troubles are related to my schoolwork, or not,some of them there for me to help. My college life will be easier if I have a successful social life for many reasons, including the fact that I won't even feel alone because I have people to talk to and listen to. In fact, if I need support, help some shoulders to lean on, they are the people who are they. And stay by my side and a one call away friends.

Finally I joined again in mob dance. I also met a lot of friends. And I am also thankful for them because they teach me on how to improve my dance skill most especially out Dance Instruction. I know that many sleepless nights that we experienced, we are not the champion in this dance competition but we know to ourselves that we did our best just to present the SASTE department. The important is I enjoyed the dance and we have built a friendship.

To be a college student is a degree in itself for me because not everyone can continue their education through college because some students may have a financial difficulties, therefore I can say that all students in college are privileged. I may say that although attending college is challenging and hard, But I enjoy it since it keeps me go on in my life and I am grateful with the people I met in my College Life.

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vixfruitmartinez · 2 years

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Michael Afton x nb!reader

Prompt/Summary: You decided to go to the Frazbear Pizzeria everyone was talking about with your boyfriend, Michael. Something lurks in the shadows.. and you didn’t know it was coming for you.

TW: Angst, Gore, Foul Language, Manipulation

nb as in non-binary, or you can think of it as gender neutral!

Thank you for all the hearts(?) in my previous story! Enjoy!

Michael seemed excited when I said yes to going on a date with him. Can’t blame him, I have been busy with my schoolwork and he really wanted me to check out his Dads pizzeria. Due to my schoolwork we only have gotten out on dates every few weeks.

I remember my mom calling me downstairs because I had someone calling me. As I made my way downstairs I could hear my mom talking to someone, so I paused to listen.

“I’m so glad you’re dating them. Ever since you two got together they have been so cheerful around the house. I heard from their therapist that they might not need to take the appointments anymore.”

She hummed and laughed a bit over the phone, I could hear someone talking over the phone. Most likely Michael. I walked up to my mom, “Hey mom, what’s up?” She turned around and used her hand to cover the speaker part of the phone.

“Michael wants to chat with you!” She handed my the phone before sitting down on the couch in the living room.

“Hello?” I said.

“Babe! Hey, you free today?” He asked, excited.

“Actually, I am. What plans do you have?” I chuckled. Seeing Michael this excited is so rare.

“I was thinking we can check out my dads freakish animatronics!”

“I’m up for it, what time you going to pick me up?”

“I’ll pick you up in 2 hours, yeah?”

“Is your little brother going to come?” I twirled the phone line with my finger.

“Nah, he’s a big wuss when it comes to the animatronics. Besides, it’ll be just you and me.”

Hearing that his little brother didn’t wanna come since he was terrified of the animatronics made me frown. But also glad to spend alone time with Michael. I didn’t mind them, the animal . The commercials I saw always made me think they were cool. I always had a soft spot for Michaels little siblings. Maybe Michaels dad can teach me how to make them so Michaels little brother won’t be scared of them.

“Alright well, I’m going to go now to get ready. I’ll be waiting then. Love you, Michael.”

“Love you too baby.”

I hung up the phone and started walking upstairs until my mom called me.

“What did you two talk about?” She had a smirk on her lips.

“Just a date Plan, nothing too exciting.” I walked up the steps.

“Wear protection sweetheart.” My mom commented.

I rolled my eyes and entered my room.

———

Michael waited outside my door, a huge grin plastered on his face. “Come on! I can’t wait for you to see these huge animatronics! They are weirder up close!” He reached out for my hand.

I grabbed his hand, chuckling. “Alright, alright. You’re making me want to see them now.” We started walking off, the restaurant wasn’t to far and walking with Michael made me feel relaxed.

I found myself staring at him. He wore a tanktop (like usual) and shorts with his tennis shoes. I loved how he did his hair, it was smoothed back and then curved at the ends. He always ran his hands through it when he laughed or talked to me. I wonder how he gets it so poofy?

Michael rambled on about how he’s excited and wanting to see my reaction, “The pizza there is okay, you wanna get the cake instead? Maybe we can leave and order at a different place!”

“I’m sure the pizza is okay,” I layed my head on his shoulder. “besides it’ll be fun just to see the animatronics, right?”

He ran his hand through his hair, “Yeah, you’re right. Baby, I can’t wait to see you’re reaction! Trust me! So worth it!” He lifted his hand up, making a thumbs up at me.

I laughed, “You’re so hyper, I love it.”

———

The smell of pizza, cake, sweaty kids and metal hit my face like a bat once the glass doors opened. We walked inside being greeted by a tall man who looked like Michael, but alot more older and taller.

“Hey dad..” Michael greeted, some annoyance in his throat. This was his dad? Wow!

“Hey son, who’s this?” He looked over at me, sticking his hand out.

I shook his hand, “I’m Y/n, Michaels partner.” He shook my hand back, “I’m William Afton, Michaels father. You can call me Mr.Afton.” He grinned at me.

He let my hand go, “Well I’ll let you two enjoy yourselves.” He walked to a random door that read, “Staff only” and walked inside.

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to meet my dad at his job..” Michael rubbed the back of his neck. I smiled at him. “Don’t worry, he seems cool.” I reassured him. He smiled, “Come on! Let me show you Fredbear and Springbonnie!”

I smiled back and he led me to a big area filled with booths, tables and a stage in the middle with one moving animatronic. He was a yellow bear, singing lullaby’s.

“Seems like Springbonnie is walking around.” Michael said. He turned towards me and then pointed at the bear, “That’s Fredbear, he’s weird ain’t he?”

“It’s cool that it moves on its own!” I grinned from astonishment. We sat down at a booth and ordered a medium pepperoni pizza from a waiter.

“Hey I’m going to take a leak.” Michael got up. I nodded at him and grabbed a second slice, biting into it. He walked off, leaving me alone.

I stared at Fredbear as he sang The Itsy Bitsy Spider. Some of the kids sang along with him, while other stayed back in fear.

I heard some stomping and turned towards the sound, “Hey miss. Why are you alone?”

It was the tall rabbit, must be Springbonnie. “Oh, I’m not alone. My boyfriend went to the bathroom.” I smiled softly at the rabbit.

“Why don’t you come with me for some cake?” He tilted his head, the ears bounced down with his head. “Mm.. what flavor of cake?” I put my pizza down.

“Oh.. I have all kinds with me, chocolate.. vanilla.. red velvet.. strawberry.. any kind you would like.” He moved his hands while he talked.

“Sure, can I take a slice for my boyfriend?” I smiled. He nodded, “Follow me, Miss.” He began walking off.

I got up and followed him, he walked slow, looking around every now and then.

He led me to the far back of the restaurant, it had gotten dark quickly. “Can we be back here, Mr.Bonnie?” I asked.

“Of course. Don’t worry your pretty little head, this is where we keep our cakes for guest.” He took out a key and opened a door, letting me walk inside first.

“Thank you.” I nodded my head as I stepped inside. I looked around my surroundings, it smelled like metal. I heard the door shut and a lock turn.

I turned my head back, “Mr.Bonnie?” I called out. I could make out bodies on the floor. That’s when it hit me.

‘Im going to be killed.’ I felt my jaw open in shock, tears straining my eyes. The sound of something falling was heard. I felt a hand cover my mouth and something cold touch my neck.

“Please..” I said into the hand.

“You’re so, so stupid.” The accented voice said. It sounded familiar.

Looking behind me I saw, him. “Mr.Afton—“ I felt his grip cover my mouth harder as the blade stabbed into my throat.

I yelled into his palm as I started scratching at his arm and hands. He started laughing, pulling up my shirt and playing with my flesh with his knife.

I felt myself crying and gasping for air. He shoved the knife in my stomach, I yelled with all my might. I’m desperate. Desperate for someone to hear me.

My vision became foggy, my limbs grew loose as they dropped to the my sides I felt myself being thrown on the ground. I heard a chuckle and a faint,

“You’re so stubborn. Following a stranger to the end of a building? You deserved to die.” He walked over to me before kicking my head and then laughing like a lunatic.

I don’t want to die.

Everything was white, then turned to black.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Give Yourself a Try

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: you and Peter hate each other, which becomes a problem when you’re given a group project

Part two and three

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“Good morning Ned.” You kindly greeted as you took your seat in front of Peter in your first period physics class.

“Morning Y/n.” Ned said back, gearing up for what he knew was coming.

“I really like your makeup today, Y/n.” Peter smiled as he leaned forward in his seat. “Is it hard balancing your schoolwork with your job at the circus?”

“Not at all.” You smiled sweetly at him as you turned around. “I could get you a job there if you’d like. We’ve been needing something small to feed to the lions between shows. You’d be perfect.”

“Small? Darling, you must be mistaken.” Peter kept a sickly sweet grin on. “I’m bigger than your boyfriend of the week over there.”

“Silly goose.” You scrunched your nose at him. “Harry Osborn is not my boyfriend. And just so you know, steroids are really bad for you. I’m worried about your well being.”

“I’m not on steroids.” Peter hissed, dropping the act. “Stop trying to start that rumor.”

“Why not?” You shot back. “You had no trouble spreading the rumor that I was the one who killed Herbie the hamster when we all know it was you who left the door open after cleaning his cage.”

“Are you kidding me? That was fifth grade.” He whispered harshly.

“I will never forget it.” You snapped back.

“Ahem.” The teacher cleared her throat as she stared at you and Peter with an annoyed expression. This was an everyday occurrence in her class, and any other class you had with Peter. You hated each other and everyone knew it. You and Peter stopped arguing and slumped in your seats, giving each other one last look of disdain.

“Instead of a final exam this semester, I’ll be giving you a final project.” The teacher continued. “You’ll be working with one other student.”

“Nice. We can finally present our work on quantum physics.” Peter excitedly high fived Ned.

“Can you guys reschedule your virgin convention for later?” You asked seriously. “I’m trying to listen.”

“Because of the disappointing grades on the last project, I will be assigning your partners.” The teacher went on.

“Don’t worry.” Peter whispered to Ned again. “We could still end up together. We got an A last time so she knows we work well together.”

“We got an A last time.” You mimicked his voice and moved your hand like a puppet.

“Yeah. An A.” Peter said as he leaned forward in his seat. “You know, like your bra size.”

“What did you just say to me?” You snapped as you whipped around. He had on his infamous shit eating grin that you hated.

“Young man, can you please stop interrupting our conversation?” He said as he held up a hand. Your jaw dropped at the insult, face growing warm with anger. You decide not to give him the satisfaction of an insult exchange and turned around in your seat. Your teacher began to list off the partners for the projects.

“Leeds, Stacy.” She called out. “You’ll be working together.”

“Sorry, man. But also, not sorry man.” Ness frown quickly turned into a smile. “Gwen, over here!”

“Aw.” You snickered as you turned around on your chair. “I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with you now. That poor, unfortunate soul.”

“Parker. L/n. You’ll be working together.”

“What?” You and Peter screamed in unison. You gave each other an angry look before looking at your teacher in protest.

“You two are always holding up my class and I’m tired of it.” She held up a hand. “This project will teach you how to finally get along and stop disrupting me while I teach.”

“Mrs. Avery, with all due respect, I can feel myself getting more disruptive already.” You told her.

“I think that’s your STD.” Peter mumbled.

“You two need to learn how to be professional and amicable.” She ignored your protest. “You won’t always like your peers. But you will always have to collaborate with them at some point.”

“I understand that.” You assured her. “But if we do this project together, my fist is going to collaborate with Peters face.”

“That’s a threat.” Peter piped up. “I’d like to file a report.”

“And I’d like to take that report and shove it up your-“

“Enough.” Mrs. Avery cut you off. “You will be working together and that is final.”

You both shrunk in your seats, fuming with anger over the teachers decision. You didn’t cause any more disruptions throughout the class and quickly left once the bell rang.

Peter saw you at your locker, which was coincidentally next to his locker, spraying some perfume on.

“Darling!” Peter exclaimed as he stood next to you. “So good to see you! You know how much I love when you hog all the locker space and make the entire hallways smell like perfume.”

“Why, thank you.” You touched your hand to your heart. “As I’m sure you know, some of us prefer to smell like things other than Neosporin and baby powder. After all, that’s your signature scent and I’d just hate to step on your toes.”

“I didn’t know. Thank you for opening your gigantic mouth and telling me!” Peter said through a toothy grin.

“Oh, Peter.” You laughed airily. “You’re very welcome, you sad sack of shit.”

“Classy.” Peter faked a smile as he opened his locker. “Do you want to come over to my house after school to work on the project? I live walking distance from here.”

“What? No.” You scoffed. “You’re not getting me to a secondary location. We’ll work in the library.”

“Actually, we won’t, because it’s closed for maintenance.” He replied with a tight smile.

“I wish you were closed for maintenance.” Yoh grumbled as you zipped up your bag.

“Hilarious.” He fake laughed loudly. “Are you coming over or not?”

“Not.” You said in disgust. “I don’t know you or your parents. You might try to kill me as a part of some Parker family cult ritual.”

“My parents are dead.” He told you, unamused. “It’s just me and my aunt.”

“Is your aunt a cult leader?” You asked.

“No.” He groaned.

“Cult member?”

“No. All she does is cheat at cross world puzzles and shop at Whole Foods.” He said.

“So you lied.” You slammed your locker and looked at him. “She’s in the Whole Foods cult.”

“Can you try not to be difficult for two minutes, please? We need to get this project done.”

“Jokes on you, Parker.” You folded your arms. “Difficult is my lowest setting.”

“Ooo. Scary.” He mocked you. “What’s your highest? Because I’m pretty sure I saw it last Tuesday when your backpack got stuck on the door handle and you decided to blame me.”

“I know that was your fault. And I go from difficult to hooligan to the step mom from Parent Trap.” You shrugged.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” Peter replied as he slapped his knee. You raised an eyebrow at him, judging him for his material.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You told him. “Where do you live again?”

“Waking distance from here. I said that less than five minutes ago.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well I didn’t hear that because I tune you out when you speak. You know, like most people do.” You said sweetly.

“Wow, you’re so funny.” Peter said sarcastically. “If I meet you here at the end of the day, will you come home with me?”

“Fine.” You huffed. “I’ll go home with you. But if I start detecting any cult shit going on, I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you later.”

“Are you ready to go?” Peter asked after the last bell had rang. You shouldered your backpack and shut your locker, feeling unusually anxious around him. You could deal with Peter for 40 minutes at a time when all you did was trade insults. Something about walking to his home together and spending time alone knocked the confidence right out of you.

“I’m ready.” You nodded.

“What, no insult?” He asked. “No mocking of my voice?”

“We were assigned each other as partners so we could learn to be civil, right?” You shrugged. “I guess I’m just mature enough to give it a try.”

“There she is.” Peter smiled as you began to walk in the direction of his apartment. “There’s my girl.”

You looked to the side when you heard him say this, unsure of how it made you feel. You often called each other pet names ironically, but this felt different. There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you and it was clouding your judgment.

You let Peter do all the talking as you walked home, thankful that he lived so close to the school. He spewed out ideas for the project the entire elevator ride up and didn’t stop until you were standing outside his bedroom door.

Peter stopped talking and opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. You made a face at him before walking, staying in one spot as he shut the door and sat down. You were frozen as you looked around his room, not liking how human it made him. He had notes from classes you didn’t have with him strewn around and an open first aid kit on his desk.

“You can sit.” He chuckled when he noticed how stiff you were.

“I’m scared to.” You admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Something about sitting on this boys bed with him seemed finalizing, like you’d be opening a door you couldn’t close.

“Just sit down.” He repeated. “I didn’t rig the place with boobytraps, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s what someone who rigged the place with booby traps would say.” You replied as you took a hesitant seat on his bed.

“There. Isnt that nice?” He asked sarcastically.

“No.” You said immediately. “Am I the first girl to ever sit on your bed?”

“Psh. No.”

“I’ll take that as a yes ma’am.” You mumbled.

“Whatever.” He replied. “What do you want to do the project on?”

“How about micropenises?” You suggested. “You won’t even have to do any research.”

“Haha. So funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You are so annoying it’s actually impressive.”

“Please.” You laughed. “You so have a crush on me.”

“What?” His entire face went red. “No I don’t.”

“No I don’t.” You mimicked his voice. “Yes you do. That’s why you’re up my ass all the time.”

“That makes no sense.” He scoffed.

“It makes total sense.” You insisted. “You know I’ll never like you back, so you made me hate you. That way, you still get to talk to me all the time. Genius, really. I applaud you.”

“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve created for yourself. Is that what you tell yourself to help you fall asleep?” He teased you.

“Yep.” You smiled brightly. “Right after I finger blast myself to the thought of you in your Catholic schoolboy sweaters.”

“Oh my God.” His cheeks turned even redder at your inappropriate joke.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” You used his words from earlier.

“They were right.” He said, making you laugh.

“God, I love it when you talk down to me.” You fanned yourself. “Can you tell me how to change a tire?”

Peter began to laugh as well, looking at you as you both laughed. You quickly stopped laughing when you realized you just gave him a genuine smile and looked away.

“Do you want to do the project on tensile strength?” You suggested to break the tension. “I know you’re weirdly into that.”

“How’d you know?” He wondered.

“You almost popped a boner when we talked about in last month.” You teased him. “It’s just rope, dude.”

“It’s not just rope. It’s the force-“

“-the force required to pull something until it breaks. I know.” You finished his sentence. “I’m smart too, you know.”

“Oh.” He was dumbfounded that you knew something he was interested in. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Women use brain sometime. Woman say smart thing like man.”

Peter laughed again, realizing you were actually kind of funny when you wanted to be.

“I’m not a misogynist, you know.” Peter said after a beat. “You don’t have to make jokes like that. I may not like you, but I respect you.”

“You respect me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“I respect all women. The strongest person I know is my Aunt. Plus, I’ve still never met anyone who was as smart as my mom. I wouldn’t be half the man I was if it weren’t for the women who raised me.” He shrugged. “But it would be ignorant and naive of me to only respect woman who are related to me in some way. So I respect all of them unless they give me a reason not to.”

“Have I given you a reason not to?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Not yet.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re annoying, but you’re brilliant. I know you would never admit this, but we’re basically the same person. You’re just more extroverted so you have more friends and popularity. And you’re smart but you don’t make that your whole personality, so it impresses more people when you let your intelligence show.”

Your body language shifted when you realized he was actually a nice guy. He clearly paid attention to you and was impressed by what he saw. You didn’t say anything, so Peter kept going.

“People lean in to listen when you start speaking instead of tuning you out.” He brought up your insult from earlier, and you felt bad. You didn’t realize he admired you in any way and you felt guilty for always teasing him. Peter’s kept his eyes down, playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“You’re…you’re kind of every thing I wanted to be.” He said quietly. You smiled softly at him, but he didn’t see it. It was the first time you had a nice moment with Peter, and you didn’t hate it. You could tell he was beginning to panic for sharing so much, so you reached forward and tilted his chin up to look at you. His wide eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile.

“How did your parents die?” You asked quietly, immediately ruining the moment.

“Damn.” Peter pulled away with a shocked laugh. “When was your first period?”

“All right. I get your point.” You rolled your eyes. “That was a little abrupt.”

“You’re telling me.” He teased. You sat in silence for a moment, neither of you sure where to go from there. You knew Peter was still processing you touching his face, so you talked first.

“My parents are dead too.” You said without looking up at him.

“They are?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

“Yeah.” You looked up and gave him a sad smile. “But if you think we’re gonna take a turn and fall in love because we have similar trauma, you’re wrong. I can’t stand orphans.”

“But you’re an orphan.” He reminded you.

“And?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting through to you.”

“Probably not.” You agreed. “Tell me more, though. Did your parents die doing something cool?”

“I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “It was a plane crash. That’s all I’ve been told.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “Sounds lame.”

“What?”

“A plane crash?” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s so boring. Yawn.”

“Excuse me?” He laughed in shock again. “Fine. How did your parents die?”

“Firefighters.” You said proudly. “Died saving three children.”

“Wow.” Peter sat back, stumped.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I was one of them.”

“Seriously?” His eyes widened as he fought the urge to hold your hand.

“No. I’m fucking with you.” You began to laugh as he let out a groan.

“Why would you do that to me?” He whined. “You had me, for a minute there.”

“What can I say? I’m an actor.” You flipped your hair ostentatiously.

“What actually happened?” He wondered. You stopped smiling and bit your bottom lip.

“Drunk driver.” You told him. He didn’t fight the urge this time and reached over to take your hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, wondering if you should pull away or not. On the one hand, he was your enemy. But that didn’t make his warmth any less inviting.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “That must have been really hard on you.”

“You know the feeling, don’t you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I do.” He nodded. “And I know how much it sucked to not have someone who knew how it felt. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. Neither of us do.”

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, not wanting to ruin the moment again. The guy holding your hand was not the same guy who sat behind you in physics. This guy was someone you actually liked.

“I might have misjudged you, Peter Parker.” You laughed shyly. “You might not be as unbearable as I remembered.”

“And you might not be the frigid bitch I thought you were.” He matched your tone.

“Watch it.” You warned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You were right.” You said after a beat. “We are pretty much the same person. I never realized that before.”

“Maybe that’s why we don’t get along.” He shrugged, rubbing soft circles into your hand.

“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you were.” You said sheepishly. “Who knows? I might just like you.”

“You want to give this a try?” He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “What do I have to lose?”

“Okay.” He nodded eagerly. “Then we’ll try.”

“Cool.” You smiled.

“Cool.” He said before leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his fluttered shut, making you realize you were on different pages. His lips made contact with yours for a few seconds before you pushed him off.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Kissing you?” He asked in confusion as hurt flashed in his eyes.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You exclaimed, still in shock. You got off the bed and backed away from him, trying to process what just happened.

“You said we were giving it a try!” He was shouting now too, but not out of anger. “I thought we were finally admitting that we like each other.”

“I meant giving friendship a try! I never said anything about a relationship.” You shouted. You quieted down when you saw the upset look on his face. “You... you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” He said quietly. “I-I thought you knew. You said it before and I just…I thought you knew.”

“Peter, I was joking when I said all that stuff.” You calmed down and sat back on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you liked me.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times before looking down. “I…I do.”

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand again but his withdrew it.

“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head and got off the bed. “I misunderstood the situation.”

“Peter, wait.” You caught him by the wrists and pulled him back down to the bed. He sat down again but looked anywhere but at you. You could see that his eyes were glassy so you put a hand on his face.

“You were right.” His voice wavered. “I did like you and I did think you’d never like me back. That’s why I always tease you. I just wanted you to talk to me.”

“Pete.” You whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to be here right now. I’ll email you my part of the project and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You both had your eyes closed this time and it lasted much longer. Your lips moved against his slowly and you could feel how inexperienced he was. Even so, it was perfect. You pulled away after a minute and looked into his eyes, feeling better now that there were no traces of sadness in them.

“You kissed me.” He said, dumbfounded.

“I can’t know I don’t like you back if I never give you a chance.” You shrugged as you withdrew your hand from his face.

“Well what did you decide?” He asked curiously. You puckered your lips and tilted your head, staring at him as if you were making a decision.

“I still think you’re super annoying.” You concluded.

“Okay.” Peter nodded.

“But it’s an annoying I’m willing to put up with.” You decided as you slipped your hand back into his. Peter broke out into a smile and nodded again.

“Okay.”

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17wishbones · 3 years

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Whew! It is now time to post the sequel for this little short series I made. Again, it’ll be no more than 7 chapters with the parts split if it’s a continuation. I’m super ecstatic to post this. I’ve been thinking, editing, and brainstorming ideas for this so I hope it reads well for you all. So please, come and enjoy KIMETSU DAIGAKU: SUNFLOWER’S BLESSING. The name may change in the future. Other than that, enjoy chapter 1! :> SN: All are welcome to read, but this is a POC reader insert, FYI. That is all! SN2: I studied Japanese for a time and studied abroad but that was years ago so excuse me if some of the written dialogue is rough. Wanted to show (reader) learning the language even if it’s real easy, conversational sentences. SN3: Rengoku in a button-up white shirt, khakis and a tie? *slams down credit card* - - - - - - - - Chapter I: RENGOKU-SENSEI, RENGOKU-SENSEI

Everyday, so far, was a surprise when it came to Rengoku.

You honestly didn’t know what to do with yourself. You had thought studying with Rengoku would be an after school sort of thing as you mingled in classes with other students but somehow, he was able to catch you from different periods for almost a whole week!

Mayamoto-sensei encouraged engagement with local students at the university so she allowed you to go with your new teacher everyday. Jealousy riled the others on how you were getting special treatment other than being the only brown-skinned girl on this trip.

It bothered you sometimes, because it wasn’t anything like that! But every greeting from Rengoku was positive and enthusiastic. He greeted you kindly in both English and Japanese. He taught you well, proving that he can be strict, attentive, and instructive. Then, at the end, he’d engage you in short conversations to see how well he was doing teaching you the language and how well you were catching on.

“You did great today, _____! You’ve already made great strides on your flow!”

“That’s because you’re a great teacher, Rengoku-sensei. You did have me sweating bullets the first few days, though. I didn’t think I would catch up.” You closed and put your notebook in your bag. “I feel bad because the others don’t like that I get one-on-one time with you like this.”

“Ah, they’re jealous, I see!” He crossed his arms over his chest, his smile forever wide. It was this pose that had you thinking this was déjà vu, but you don’t know why. “Then it can’t be helped! Don’t worry yourself about what they think!”

“I shouldn’t?”

“Nn!” He locked eyes with you again and spoke proudly with his chest out. “Set your heart ablaze and move onward!” An explosive aura filled the room and warmed your body. “No matter what anyone else says, you do what you think in your heart is right!”

Your heart beat fast and your stomach fluttered with butterflies. ‘Why does he look at me like that? Why does he make me feel this way?’ His burning gaze made you feel like he only saw you in his world, but you shook the thought away.

“Is there something on your mind, _____?”

Your eyes shifted, looking for anything else to say other than what was on your mind. It’d be weird to just be like, ‘hey, I like you and would jump your bones anytime!’ Instead, you found the clock and remembered. “I wanted to visit the flower shop, and see the flower arrangements. I saw one on my way to the girls’ dorm.”

“Let me accompany you!” Rengoku’s open offer made you blush. “I freed myself for the evening just in case!”

This shocked you. “W-what about your schoolwork?”

“I finished it all this morning before meeting with you!”

“And your… colorful friends??” You saw him speak with a few interesting people but he quickly came to you the moment you walked into the fray.

“I have already informed them of my plans this morning!” Your face cracked. He had an answer for everything! “I want to be a good teacher for you and help you as much as I can!”

“Why, Rengoku-sensei?” You asked, curious at what his reason could be.

“Because I like you, _____-chan!”

Your eyes almost popped out. ‘Like me? Like… ‘like me’ like me? Or just like being around me? Whew, boy, you need to stop playing with me because I don’t think my heart can take all of this!’

“Are you ready to go to the flower shop?”

“Y-Yes! Let me get my things, Rengoku-sensei.”

“Kyōjurō.” He corrected you.

“Oh! Kyōjurō…” you circled through the honorifics that he taught you, trying to remember which one was appropriate. “...-kun?”

“Hmm?” He sounded, wanting you to repeat yourself once more.

“Kyōjurō-kun, right?”

A small blush warmed his fair cheeks as he nodded in agreement. “Nn!” He hadn’t expected you to call him that fondly and it ignited his determination to get close to you. A month was not enough time, but he was going to make it work.

You both headed down the slope of the school, crossing a lone shop with beautiful arrangements set everywhere. You ‘ooh’ed and ‘awe’d at each flower that Rengoku named outloud. You repeated, of course. You felt like you were in your own heaven as you gazed at, touched, and smelled the flowers.

You were so happy.

What caught your eyes next were the large, golden blooms held high on long stalks. “Kyōjurō-kun,” he looked over and an overwhelming feeling washed over him when you stood next to the sunflowers, grinning from ear to ear as you asked him, “What’s a sunflower called?”

‘_____, if I could name them after you.’ He walked up next to you, bathing himself in your presence. “Himawari.”

“Himawari. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful flower.”

“I think so, too.” Rengoku wasn’t talking about the sunflower, however.

“Ah, konnichiwa,” you greeted the florist, “Kore wa ikura desu ka?” (How much is this?)

“Go-hyaku-jyuu yen desu.” (500 yen.)

“That’s like… 500 yen, yeah? I think I got it.” As you looked in your bag for the coins instead of breaking the 1000 yen bill.

“Arigatou gozaimasu!” (Thank you so much!) Rengoku bowed and received your wrapped sunflower before handing it to you. “Douzo, _____-chan!” (Here, _____!)

“Ah, Kyōjurō-kun, you didn’t have to buy it for me, but thank you so much!”

“Why wouldn’t I want to buy something for you?” He questioned as you both left the shop. “As I said, I like you, _____-chan! And I want to spend time with you outside of school.”

“Like… together?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, well, honestly, I’d be down for that! Since boys aren’t allowed in the girls dorm, where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

“I want to kiss you,” he answered shamelessly, “Hold you, and never let you go!” You both made eye contact on the walk back. “Though, I have been holding myself back in case you didn’t like me.”

His words electrified you and he hadn’t even touched you yet in any way whatsoever. “It’s not like you’re handsome or anything…”

“You think I’m handsome?” He beamed suddenly.

You tried playing coy but this kind of mannerism didn’t work for you and, honestly, you liked Rengoku’s straightforwardness. “Yes, I do. When we first met, I liked you instantly. You made me feel so nervous and so excited at the same time.”

“Oh?” He thought for a moment. “Can I hold your hand?” He asked sweetly. “I don’t want you to feel nervous around me, only excited! Happy! Loved!”

“Are you sure that’s okay? Won’t people stare more than they already do at us?”

“I don’t care if they do or don’t! Let them stare! As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.” He gently linked his rough hands with your soft ones, locking them. “I feel I am the luckiest man alive right now because you’re here with me!”

“How many girls have you told that to?”

“Only you, my Sunflower!”

You choked on your own spit. “Your Sunflower? You’re so sure I’m not taken?”

“Yes and yes! I hope to have you for myself as well.”

“For my short time here?”

Rengoku shook his head. “Forever.”

‘Oh my god. Did he just charm his way into my heart?’ You felt the sincerity in his words and saw the genuity in his owlish eyes. “This all really feels like déjà vu.”

“Déjà vu?”

“Like this happened before. It’s… familiar.”

“Nn! It’s fate that we met as we did!”

‘Fate, huh?’ You didn’t notice that you arrived at the girls’ dorm. “Oh, we’re here!” You thought to loosen your hand from his but your arm suddenly didn’t work with you. He wasn’t letting go either. “Our plans tonight are…?”

“Nani o shitai desu ka?” (What do you want to do?)

“Uh!” Always catching you off guard like that kept you on your toes. Besides, practice made perfect. “Karaoke… ni ikitai desu yo!” (I want to go to Karaoke!)

“Nanji ni ikitai desu ka?” (What time do you want to go?)

Your thinking of literally translating what you wanted to say from English to Japanese made each response a little slow. It took time to gain fluency. “Hachiji ii desu ka?” (8 o’clock okay?)

“Close! “Hachiji de ii desu ka” but you did a great job nonetheless! And yes, 8 is fine with me.”

“So…” you felt reluctant to leave him now even if for a few hours, “I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll wait for you to change and pack up some clothes!” You looked at him incredulously. “As I said, I want to kiss you, hold you, and never let you go! At least for a night!” Though he spoke his desire, ‘Am I asking too much from her all of a sudden? I can’t read the cute and twisted expressions on her face yet. It is her choice to—’

“Let’s do it!” Rengoku’s mouth dropped in surprise. “The dorm gates close at 9pm anyway, for whatever reason, while the boys are allowed to go out and do as they please with the gate open.” You huffed, annoyed. “Oh. Where do you live?”

“I live in an apartment 20 minutes down the road.”

“All by yourself?”

“Mhm! I can’t wait to show you! So be quick, Sunflower!” He happily guided you across the gate by the small of your back.

You held in your panic as you got a set of clothes for tomorrow, gathering what you could quickly so you didn’t cross the other students and was out and about with Rengoku as soon as possible.

Honestly, you barely avoided them as you came outside, took him by the hand, and rushed off. They were sure to talk about you, or maybe not at all. You had an over friendly and trusting disposition to a fault, but you were adventurous and open minded. - - - - - - - - - - - Chapters: 1 (Part 1)/ (Part 2)/ (Part 3) | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

#rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku kyōjurō #kimetsu rengoku #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #modern au #star-crossed lovers #fate #smut

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theringers · 3 years

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V-card anon: hi sorry about that first ask i kinda went into a fugue state (spelling?) altered state of reality maybe when i wrote that and damn near outlined a fic in your inbox

The way we played hot seat was either part of a larger drinking game when a certain card was pulled from a deck, or just on it's own. You sit in a circle, everyone has a drink, usually a beer or cider. In the card pull version, the one who pulls the card gets asked a question by every person playing and if they refuse to answer they drink from their drink. In the standalone, you do that but everyone gets a turn being asked until people get bored and leave. Fun way to find out shit about people. Usually the unwritten rule is that you can't lie. I imagine everyone sitting on shitty chouches and chairs in a semi circle around a table full of cups and bottles playing it

Questions i have been asked: are you a top or bottom? Do you like anal? Wheres the weirdest place you've fucked? Body count? Favorite position (sexual)? Fuck marry kill/ignore people in this room (EVERY TIME I PLAYED I GOT THIS QUESTION)? Tits or ass or other? Favorite non sexual body part ex. Thigh? Ideal fuck buddy? Sex regrets? Etc

Also more weird details i have head cannoned out for some drivers and most likely does not fit with irl personalities, do with this what you will, use it or don't i just have feelings. Also everyone is like compressed in age to like 20-27ish except for some of the grid who i will just think of as younger alumns who come back:

Danny R: social chair, owns a jeep he takes the doors off of in the summer, walks girls home at night to make sure they're ok, tries to DJ house events and is rebuffed by literally everyone, has like 30 pairs of vans you trip over in his room, stolen roadsigns everywhere, masters in something arigcultural or physiological, cutoff frat shirts for days, fuckboy but nice, a bit cringe, will drive around with you at night so you can scream, met reader bc she had a band tee on and wanted to talk to her about it (no gatekeeping)

Charles: some kind of engineering or math degree but no one has any idea how the fuck he's gotten so far, 4.0 never studies, games with other house members, will show up at events randomly you will have no idea how he gets on your couch but he is there, the best and worst taste in clothes, is the only one allowed to play the piano in the house, sweet, cannot help you with studies but is always down for helping you out after, has to be reminded to clean stuff, disaster bi, reader met his gf first and they probably met through that

Pierre: good fashion and music taste, shirt is gone halfway through the night, also fuckboy but wholesome, actually studies, plays a sport for sure probably soccer in some way either club or Division he's too good for rec, will hold your hair back so you can throw up, will tell you your outfit sucks, good at math, also part of the squad that games, econ major, workout buddies with reader anday have taken a math class together

Max: is part of the hockey team he will go pro, also actually studies, got into gaming because of Charles, has the nicest car, is serious until he gets a couple drinks in him, he and Daniel are close and roomed together at some point, owns like 30 sets of the same outfit a white tee and jeans, knows reader through Dan and they get dragged by him to some of the same stuff

Lando: is a pledge or new member his big is Carlos, undeclared major, just happy to be here, gaming squad, used to play lacrosse or something equally obscure, king of knowing where the good snacks are, weirdly good at beer pong, growing into a fuckboy wholesomeness level tbd, probably sweet with reader as she helped him through a blackout or something, met her because she's basically house mom for some of the new boys (the kind of mom who will teach you to do laundry or iron ONCE)

Carlos: hockey flow but does not play hockey, actually studies and is smarter than what people give him credit for, came from a private high school and uni really opened his horizons, also good study buddy, gets along with most people, goes to office hours the most out of the actually studies gang, fun at parties, owns the frat dogs, he and reader met at Office hours (they were the only students) and found they had mutual friends too

Lewis: is/was president of frat, great grades greater bod, did full evolution from fuckboy to good man, has the back tests and the moral support, up for late noght talks about life, definitely was a D1 athlete, best fashion game, implemented no hazing policy, fits into notable alum or PhD category

Mick: undergrad like Lando, also plays soccer or something, too sweet, also walks girls home/holds your hair back etc, cleans parts of the house that aren't his responsibility, higher alcohol tolerance than you expect, everyone is bizarrely protective of him, legacy member (his dad was a legend), drives a motorbike around campus and can't decide between law and psychology, actually studies, met reader through the frat and she would die for him, brings her to class on the bike sometimes because the bike is faster

George: business major, frat treasurer, three ring binder business casual in class kind of guy, nice enough, shirt comes off when drunk, runs marathons and a podcast about investments, best notes in the game and great study partner, actually studies, is drinking monster at 6AM but not because he stayed up late, he and reader met through the frat and sometimes drink wine and bitch together

Lance: hockey player, legacy member, studies sometimes, sarcasm on point, great at stack cup, very chill, knows every good nap spot on campus, also has high alcohol tolerance, is the kind of person who does well in the cold but does not like it, wears headphones so people don't talk to him, great one on one but not in crowds, business major and minor in computer science, probably also met thru Lance's gf but vibe as more introverted people and will cover for each other if one does not want to go out

Nicky: a good boy, part of the walks people home squad, sets up designated drivers for parties, good snack game, future in medical field, good listener, pretty good study buddy, midnight snack enabler, met reader through frat and his gf he and reader are on babysitting duty together sometimes when others get too drunk/high

Yuki: also a pledge or new, majoring in games or computer science as they gave me the same energy as him, games squad, bit of a mad lad, has several stolen street signs, good, met reader through frat and Yuki is the only one patient enough to explain some games to reader, they cuss people out on mic

Esteban: good man, has a full ride scholarship, actually studies, also good study buddy, Dan's little, plays soccer but maybe on a rec team because he prioritizes school, very sweet guy as well, probably chose a really practical major/dual major, met reader through Dan and are also dragged similar places by him

Antonio: manbun, philosophy or classics major possibly business dual, generally good natured but can be seen supplying his own wine at parties, used to be really into metal but kept the hair, does not know that people find him attractive, soccer boi, met reader through frat and she's the only one who will (pretend) to listen to him rant about philosophy

Alex Albon: another full scholarship guy, somehow gets along with everyone, switched majors due to an asshole professor, electrical engineering or computer engineering, actually studies, helps with frat pets,will show you pictures of his cats at home, sweetie, another contender for will hold your hair or walk you home, probably met reader through a class or club and found they had mutual friends and that reader is friends with his gf

Notable alums:

Checo - dad, successful in finance somehow (he looks like an really successful accountant of CFO to me idk why)

Kimi - dad but people forget he is, holds the record for most drinks in 24 hours that will never be come close to by anyone else, shows up on random alum weekends with 2 kegs, legally cannot tell you what he does or he would actually have to murder you

Valterri - was good at a sport when he was there, now a very effective lead engineer at an architectural firm

Seb - environmental or mechanical engineering, all around good guy with someone the best grades in frat history

Alonso - legendary for sexual exploits (consensual)

Anyone I put as actually studies is probably the type reader would hang around for more serious stuff/schoolwork and would probably be closer to, with the exception of Dan bc I feel like he'd be like we're friends now :)) we shall hang or Charles bc he will just show up. I also imagine she has a pretty good friendship with any existing gf, however if a driver does have a gf and he is the love interest sorry bb girl u gotta go for the purposes of this fic

Sorry this is so long hahaaaaaaa glad you liked my Charles thoughts ilu

i honestly wasn’t going to share this like the rest of the anon asks i’ve gotten that i keep close to my heart but this was just too good to keep to myself.

LOOK! AT! THIS!

f1 drivers as frat bros/college students headcannon

i’m writing a series - each “chapter” will be a smut with a different frat bro and i’m hoping to post a sneak peek this week some time but here’s something to hold you over and give you some ideas

to my vcard anon - i appreciate this so much. my inbox is always open for ur thoughts bc they are SO GOOD !! can’t wait for you to read the first part of the series bby

PS if some of this doesn’t make sense to u feel free to send in asks (i know a lot of this is focused on american college culture so if u don’t get it i’m happy to explain)

#f1 smut asks #headcanons #f1 imagines #vcard anon #f1 blurb #f1 headcanon #f1 as frat bros

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bananaink · 3 years

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For your imprint au is Izuku’s eye affected. It seems like he would be blind or at least visually impaired in the eye where the handprint scar is.

Oh yeah, he totally is. He might not be blind in that eye, but he would not be allowed to drive without glasses and shouldn’t sit in the last row of the classroom. But just like with his taste-buds, he never really thought about it.

The scar-side-eye is definitely short-sighted and he can get headaches from the difference to his good eye (which he started complaining more about as he attended classes like a regular student). With his high pain tolerance and frequent injuries that heal faster than the norm, he just never thought it important to mention. He instinctively “shields” that side of his face anyway and tends to turn his body accordingly.

And it’s not Aizawa who finds out about it, but Tenya! When he was assigned to watch over and keep Izuku in check, he dragged him to classes and made him take notes, learn, study, that sort of stuff. That obviously gave Izuku more headaches as he tried focusing on the board on a regular basis (which also fueled his hate for classes in general).

It’s only when they already moved into the dorms and Izuku participates in the room-king-thingy that his eye-sight gets more attention. Obviously, Iida has like a truck load of glasses and everyone asks if they could try them on. Mina is asking if they suit her, Kirishima almost breaks one and Yuga puts some sparkles on the one he wears, voguing through the room. It takes a while but Iida gets his glasses back – all unharmed - and as they leave, he notices Izuku squinting hard at him:

Iida clicks the door shut behind him, maybe a bit too relieved to move on - and comes face to face with a thoughtfully squinting Midoriya. Right into his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know if I should ask or not.”

Midoriya tilts his head and squints some more. His way of asking for permission, as Tenya recognizes after months of catching him up on schoolwork and wrestling him into classes. Tenya takes a breath and walks after the others who have already stumbled into Kaminaris room with fanfare. Midoriya wasn’t actively trying to ask unnerving questions or say inappropriate things as Tenya has to remind himself every time he is faced with the “squint-of-questioning” - as Uraraka had dubbed it.

But he still feels himself mentally brace for what could be an unpleasant question as he says:

“Then I encourage you to ask and I will do my best to answer.”

Midoriya, trotting beside him, loosens up his squint and nods as Mina shoves everyone back outside, urging Koda one room over. Tenya just gets a quick glimpse of Kaminaris room as he closes the door properly since everybody is stumbling over each other to be the first.

“Why do your glasses have one blurry side?”, Midoriya pipes up and fidgets in place. “Seems impractical.”

Tenya looks up - or rather down - at Midoriya and frowns.

“Indeed, that would be impractical but I'm not sure what you mean?”

“Well, when I put your glasses on, one side was very blurry and one was clear. Aren’t glasses supposed to help you see better?”

They stop following the others, as Tenya watches Midoriyas confused frown and expectant stare. Suddenly, he can’t stop himself from glancing at his scar, remembering the times he has watched the other boy squinting at things or rubbing his eyes after a long school day and frowns right back.

“Which side was blurry?”, he asks and Midoriya points to his right eye. The eye without a scar.

“Super-duper blurry. I can ask Powerloader to fix the one that's broken for you if you want.”

Baffled, Tenya just nods as a thought or rather a suspicion dawns on him. Tenya quickly decides to take his glasses off and holds them out.

“Uhm, Midoriya, would you mind trying these on for me?”

Midoriya hesitates like he always does when someone offers him something to take, double checks with a quick nod that Tenya had really asked that of him and then puts the glasses on. He blinks and lets out a huff.

“Uh... what’s wrong with your eyesight?”

Tenya squints at Midoriyas blurred form, trying to sharpen his features.

“Could you close your right eye for me?”, he asks instead of answering the question and Midoriya – used to Tenyas teaching-voice – just huffs again and moves his head as if he was looking around, hopefully doing hat Tenya asked of him.

“Can you see better now?”

“Oh, sure, yeah, I mean still a tiny bit blurry but so much better than on my right- Oh... huh... well, okay.”

Midoriya, sounding a bit confused, abruptly offers Tenya his glasses back. He quickly puts them back on and the sharp visual of Midoriya closing one eye and glaring down the hall meets him. Then he alternates between his eyes, blinking hard and even putting one finger up to blink at, while Tenya studies the scar on Midoriyas face, feeling a bit... unbalanced. Of course, such a large scar, crossing over the eye would affect someone's vision. He fiddles with his glasses.

“I’m not a doctor but I think that you might have some impaired vision in your left eye, Midoriya. I am very nearsighted myself and my glasses are prescribed so of course they wouldn’t suit your needs but that might explain why one side feels blurrier or sharper than the other.”

Midoriya – after just a couple of seconds blinking an alternating between his eyes - shrugs and wanders after the rest of the class.

“Yeah, probably. At least your glasses aren't broken so that’s good. Sorry, I just kinda forgot. ”

“You... forgot?”

Tenya quickly follows his classmate and frowns at his casual tone and easy-going attitude. It could be a put-up front for something more serious, but Midoriya just grins up at him. Before pointing to his scar and poking his eyelid closed so the scar tissue almost looks connected.

“Yeah, I mean, the big-ass scar? I just- I don’t know, I forgot that it messed up more than just my face, I guess. Don’t really notice the difference anymore, you know?”

Tenya doesn’t know. Every picture of him under six years old looked like he was angry at the world until his mother had taken him to the doctor. Then he remembers that Midoriyas family-situation is much more complicated than his own. And that Midoriya tended to ignore his own health because it seemed ‘not important’ or would ‘heal in a minute anyway’.

“Have you told Aizawa Sensei?”

“Why? It’s not like he can change anything about it.”

He most certainly could. But before Tenya can tell him that, Midoriya skips ahead and peers into Kirishimas room, where they can hear his classmates chattering excitedly. Then Midoriyas big eyes grow even bigger and Tenya feels his Midoriya-Instinct kick in. Just a second too late as the green-haired menace dashes into the room and Kirishima shouts in surprise. Then a heavy thud and laughter.

Tenya just sighs and fiddles with his glasses. Maybe this isn’t a big problem. But a problem nonetheless. He can already feel Aizawa-Senseis tired sigh rolling down his back and despite his reputation as the stickler for rules, he is also quite tired of only having bad news for his teacher. So he lets out a tired sigh and decides to put his new discovery of Midoriya Related Incidents on his long list. Just as Mina staggers out of Kirishimas room, carrying Hagakure on her back.

“To the next one!”

“Guys, my room is really not-”, Shoji starts but then Midoriya pops up under his left arm, staring up at him with the biggest eyes full of a mixture of mirth and glee. And their giant classmates protest deflates like a soufflé. Tenya follows the cheering and watches as they stumble into the next room.

Midoriya had lived with his eyes like this for years, what was one more evening in the grand sheme of things. Aizawa Senseis sigh can wait one more night for the news.

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sunnyoldbear · 3 years

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Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified.

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them.

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there.

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days.

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something.

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does.

Gains quite a bit of muscle

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot!

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts!

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

#luca movie #Luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #giulia's mom #death tw #maybe? just in case

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