first ever pair of converse

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Oh, you’re Mr. Live-it-up. Mulder, you really are Mr. Squeeze-every-last-drop-out-of-this-sweet-life, aren’t you? On this precious Saturday you’ve got us grabbing life by the testies stealing reference books from the FBI library in order to go through New Mexico newspaper obituaries for the years 1940 to 1949 and for what joyful purpose?

25 | in ink

( things you said in writing + harry potter au + slytherin!min yoongi ) 
word count :: 1,659

You run a hand through your hair, wishing you had brought a hair tie to get rid of your main distraction in order to focus all your attention on the essay rested before you. It’s meant to be a three-feet roll of parchment for your Transfiguration class, but it’s hard to keep yourself motivated. With the rapidly approaching N.E.W.T.s, and your desperation to remain in the good graces of all your professors and classes, the stress is starting to eat at your nerves.

You’re about to start on your second roll, when you suddenly feel a pair of cool hands cup themselves around your eyes. At once, you stiffen at the sensation as you straighten and bring your hands up to gently tap at the mysterious hands. “Uh, who is this?” You inquire, an airy quality to the question.

When the voice doesn’t respond, you drag your fingers over the hands. They’re familiar. You’ve spent one too many times running your hands over these, the course skin and callused fingertips, and the corner of your lips turn up as you briefly envision his face—how he would rip his hand away from yours, only to sport a soft smile from the gesture when he thought you weren’t looking. You know him better than either of you like to admit, like how he’s always had a soft spot for you despite his reputation and how you’ve always looked forward to his visits despite your own reputation.

You finally decide to start speaking: “I thought you had detention today.”

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Route 777 Pt. 2

Summary: Natsu Dragneel, a loner in high school coasting through his senior year with his head down and earphones on. That is, until there’s a new stop on the bus route one morning… and she steps on board.

an: Pt. 2 to this new little project I’m excited to finally share with you guys! Hope you guys enjoy<3 


He didn’t think about the new girl at all that night, but he was surprised when he looked down at his sketchbook and charcoal-stained hands to see a shy, smiling figure looking up at him.

Natsu didn’t really think about the new girl that night, not until the next morning when he took his spot on the bus and found himself wondering where he should leave his bag.

It’s usual spot was in the seat beside him to keep away any stray freshman… except for yesterday when he forgot, unintentionally leaving the only available spot up for grabs for the new girl–Lucy–to take.

Natsu thought about it, and left the bag sitting beside him.

She probably wouldn’t even ride the bus today.

The girl was a bit odd and quiet, but she was pretty. The blonde hair and big, brown eyes was perfect camouflage in a high-school setting. It wouldn’t take her long to make friends, meaning Natsu could leave his backpack in the seat.

But, despite his own reasoning, he still found himself setting the bag to the floor when the bus pulled up to the last stop.


In his second period that morning, he decided that yesterday had to have been a fluke. While he had never been one for literature, it’s possible that he’d been more encaptured by the poem itself than the girl’s voice.

It would explain the multitude of tigers and flames that littered the pages of his sketchbook that night.

So, for the second time that week, Natsu raised his hand to request to see the counselor for a class change.

“Miss Heartfilia,” the teacher started class by ignoring Natsu’s raised hand and calling on the new student. “Since you did such a fantastic job for us yesterday, would you mind flipping to page 77 and reading the first poem there?”

Natsu watched as the girl quietly flipped to the correct page, took a deep breath, and began to read:

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Perhaps her voice was so enchanting because for once the words weren’t just an endless drone. She made him envision the scene, so much so that his fingers itched for a paintbrush and a large, blank canvas to illustrate the words that she was bringing to life.

Lucy paused only long enough to take a breath before the next stanza, when the teacher raised his hand for her to wait.

“Mr. Dragneel?” the teacher cocked his head to the side as if he were waiting, and it was only then that Natsu realized he still had his hand half-raised.

Thinking fast, Natsu dropped his hand to his lap and sheepishly asked for the page number.

His eyes bored a hole in the mystery girl’s back as she continued with the poem.

There was no way he was transferring out now.

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