Although the title says speeches, you can really use these tips for writing and presenting any sort of oral presentation. Hope they help :))
Research the topic: Duh. This is really basic but very important. If at all possible, try to have a deeper understanding of the topic than needed, you don’t want to be caught out by a difficult question.
Have an introduction: Include your name, the topic you’ll be discussing and why you chose it. Even if you were given the topic, try and say what you found interesting about it (make it seem like it’s not just for a good grade). Personally, I wouldn’t outline any key points in your talk here, you don’t want people to zone out due to an information overload.
The main body of your talk: Try and link the points together with phrases such as: to reinforce the previous idea, similarly, to clarify, in contrast to that, conversely etc. Just try to make it sound cohesive and not like you’re saying whatever pops into your head. I’d say to include a minimum of 3 points, but that can vary depending on what’s required.
Devices: List things as triads (in 3s), this gives a nice rhythm and flow. Use rhetorical questions(!)- this is especially important in speeches and persuasuve writing. You want your audience to really think and examine the information you have given them, not just half-listen to whatever you’re on about.
A brief conclusion: Summary of main points, pretty standard stuff. But you should thank the audience for their time, it just leaves a really good impression and clearly says you’ve finished speaking.
Have confidence: If you don’t think you’re worth listening to, no one else will either! You know this topic like the back of your hand, you’ll do great.
Speak clearly: Kinda to do with confidence. Nice and loud so you can be heard, enunciate (but don’t be too overdramatic lmao-people can go a bit crazy with this one).
Know your notes: Not necessarily off by heart (sometimes I think this just gives you more problems bc if you blank, you’re screwed), but don’t stare at them the whole time. Look down every know and then but don’t have your nose glued to the page!
Practice: Similar to knowing your notes, I wouldn’t recommend learn it off by heart. If something throws you and you lose your train of thought, you’re screwed. Most importantly, you needto practiceout loud, and in front of a mirror- if you have one. Again, you’re building confidence and creating a routine so it’s not as daunting when you do the real thing.
Visual aids: Use colours, graphs, images or whatever else to get your point across. Power points are great, but even just a poster works. I put this one last because it’s not necessary but if it’s possible, 100% you should do it because:
Takes the focus off you (great if you’re self-conscious/worried about going up in front of a group to present- this is the main reason I use visuals)
A reminder in case you blank
Stops you rambling/getting distracted and going off topic
Grabs the audience’s attention (why do you think studyblrs often use cute images at the top of posts?- it draws people in!)
Well, I hope that helps out and that you have a few new tricks up your sleeve! Good luck with your presentations/speeches and feel free to message me if there are any bits of this post that don’t make sense or if you have any thoughts/ideas :)))
A/N: THIS IS THE RESULT OF ME AND @failingmemequeen GOING ABSOLUTELY INSANE FOR DADDY DYLAN O’BRIEN. SHE CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA AND TOTALLY ENCOURAGED ME TO WRITE IT SO THANK HER FOR BEING THE BEAUTIFUL PERSON THAT SHE IS. I LOVE YOU MADI DADDY AND ABSOLUTELY ENJOYED PUTTING OUR CONJOINED FANTASIES INTO ONE.
“I’m gonna kill them.” Dylan complained over the phone and I laughed at his impatience.
“No, you’re not, baby.” I chuckled, coaxing him the best I could. “It’s just one more day ‘till the weekend. You can survive this, I know it.”
“I swear to God, if either one of them annoys me one more time-”
“Then, I’ll destroy them myself.” I answered and Dylan let out a deep breath.
“I have to go, but I don’t want to hang up on you.” My boyfriend groaned over the line. “Can we just stay on the phone for the rest of the day?”
“No, Dylan.” I laughed and I could tell the sound alone made him feel a little more at ease. “We have to be responsible here. But, tell you what, when it’s time for your next break we can Skype call. What do you think?”
“I think that you’re the best girlfriend a guy could ask for and I love you very much.” Dylan swooned and I could practically hear the smile in his voice.
“I love you, too.” I responded, smiling as well. “Now go, I don’t want you getting fired.
“They can’t fire me, it’s the last season!” Dylan laughed wholeheartedly and I laughed along with him.
That’s what our relationship mostly consisted of: smiling, laughing, fun, and heart eyes. Even though Dylan has been beyond stressed lately because of everything that’s happened in the course of past two years, we never fail to make each other happy. Things have been very intense for him ever since the accident that shall not be mentioned. Shooting The Death Cure had to be pushed back to this year, Dylan had to stay home for six months and try to avoid paparazzi harassment at all times, he needed to physically train for American Assassin and completely go against his doctor’s recommendations, deal with crazy fans that literally sent him death threats when they found out he wouldn’t be in all of season 6B for Teen Wolf, and even manage to audition for future projects to top it all off. Stress has been very imminent in Dylan’s life and I always felt like it was my job to make him feel better.
Which is why, being the amazing girlfriend I am, I wasn’t going to just Skype call him. I was going to personally go over to his work and give him a fun little surprise.
With excitement running through my veins, I jumped up from my position on our bed together and immediately ran to the bathroom for a shower. Dylan’s next break should be in about an hour, considering he doesn’t have a lot of scenes to shoot this year, so I knew I had to get ready quick.
Once I was out of the shower, I put on Dylan’s favorite red lingerie and took a good look in the mirror. The way the strong red color contradicted with my skin tone will definitely drive him crazy and I can already feel myself getting wet at the thought alone. I didn’t even bother putting on any pants because I knew I wouldn’t really need them and, instead, I picked up the t-shirt Dylan used to sleep from our messy med and slipped it on. Bringing the fabric up to my nose, I took a deep breath and glady breathed in his incredible smell. Sure, I see him everyday but I can’t help feeling addictive and always needed more of him.
Putting on makeup right now just to see Dylan would be useless considering he was going to smudge it up anyway. Therefore, with a smile om my face and exhilaration running through my veins, I put on my black stillettos and grabbed my car keys to head for the Teen Wolf lot. It didn’t take too long to get there and, in a matter of fifteen minutes, I was already greeting Phil the security guard as he let me pass the barrier and enter the studio.
The first thing I did was park my car in an area Dylan would never spot and, then, gladly entered his trailer. Since Dylan hasn’t been in the greatest mood lately, I knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to stick around on set in between scenes like he usually does. From what he told me on the phone, Cody and Sprayberry have been driving him crazy all week and he’s definitely going to want as much distance as possible. Which is where I come in and make him feel all kinds of good before returning to work for the rest of the day.
Having patiently waited for Dylan, laid on his pull-out bed, I immediately jumped up and fixed myself to look sexier the moment the door to his trailer flew open. The look of surprise and immediate lust in Dylan’s eyes when he entered, instantly, made desire crash down on my body. I already knew that I would be putty in his hands in a matter of seconds. Without even saying anything, Dylan just slowly closed the door behind him and took off his sneakers as he licked his lips in anticipation.
“Do you have any idea how good you look just wearing my shirt on?” Dylan questioned, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.
“Do you have any idea how much better I’ll look once you take it off?” I teased, smirking up at him.
My words definitely sparked something in him because Dylan instantly jumped on me, the intense sexual tension in the air an incredible influence on him. I giggled at his excitement and his lips were on quickly mine as my fingers instinctively ran through his hair. I smiled when Dylan’s tongue slid across my bottom lip, already asking for an entrance, and I didn’t think twice before opening my mouth for him. He allowed me to call the shots and would moan everytime I played with his tongue skillfully.
When we both needed to breathe again, Dylan detached his lips from mine and gently caressed my cheeks with his soft hands. His eyes gazed into mine with such emotion and care that a blush immediately made its way on my skin. Dylan never failed to make me feel special and I adored how intimate our relationship was. I always thought that intimacy was about allowing someone to touch you, but it’s so much more. Intimacy is someone who touches you beyond just the physical contact because they find a way to your soul. Intimacy is who you text at four in the morning to share your biggest fears and dreams. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
“I love you.” Dylan whispered before pulling off his shirt I was wearing and placing a gentle kiss on my mouth.
The moment he realized I had put on his favorite lingerie set, Dylan couldn’t hold back the immediate moan that fell from his pink lips. His eyes raked my entire body and I felt his cock slightly twitch against my thigh, through his red crimson pants he wore for Stiles’ character. Standing up from the the pull-out bed, Dylan began unbuckling his belt.
Suddenly, the door to his trailer immediately flew open and the both of us froze in absolute shock. I didn’t even have the thought in me to cover myself up with something, anything, before the intruders invaded Dylan’s safe space.
“Hey, Dyl, are you trying to hide from us?” Sprayberry immediately hollered when he and Cody were inside, both instantly stopping in their tracks once they noticed their co-worker wasn’t alone. “Oh, my God!”
“What the hell are you guys doing here?!” Dylan shouted angrily, the veins on his neck bulging against his skin.
Well, looks like someone’s stress is officially back.
“W-We, uh, W-We,” Sprayberry stuttered trying to answer, but was too astonished to form an actual sentence.
Much like Dylan did just moments ago, Cody’s eyes raked my entire body and, by the way he was biting down on his bottom lip, he definitely seemed to like what he saw. Before I could even do anything, Dylan jumped back on the bed and instinctively covered my body with his. Embarrassment and uncomfort took over my emotions as my boyfriend protected me, shielding my body from unwelcome eyes.
“Get! Out!” Dylan yelled, his Alpha male side appearing now that someone glanced at his female without his permission. “NOW!”
Sprayberry was the first to immediately sprint into action, forcefully pulling Cody out the door with him and literally having to tear his gaze off of my body. I let out a nervous breath I didn’t even know I was holding in the second the door sounded shut and the two actors were finally out of the trailer.
“Damn, it’s a good thing I wasn’t naked yet, right?” I chuckled nervously, trying to make the best out of this situation. However, it was no use. Dylan was furious and no longer in the light-hearted mood like before.
“He was totally eye-fucking you and that’s what concerns you the most?” Dylan scolded and even though he was angry, my entire body filled with desire.
Dylan’s usually very sweet, but every now and then he goes completely dominant and it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever. The way he pulls my hair as he forcefully pounds into me or roughly spanks me just because I went against one of his many commands always had me on the edge.
“You’re right.” I smiled innocently, looking up at him as he noticed the tension change in the room. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
The flicker in his eyes immediately went from rage to complete and utter lust the second I let the kinky title he loves so damn much come out of my mouth. The warm and golden-brown color once in his eyes was replaced with a dark black, his pupils now dilated to the maximum. Dylan’s bulge pressed against his pants and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, knowing exactly what stood beneath the fabric. Although he wasn’t the only one turned on beyond comprehension as arousal pooled uncomfortably in my panties and I desperately wanted them off of me.
Reaching my hand down to my panties to get rid of it, Dylan’s hand suddenly gripped my wrist and stopped me from moving any further.
“Did I say you could do anything yet?” Dylan questioned.
I gulped and slowly shook my head, his eyes focusing on my lip when I bit down on it. He let go of me without another word, but it didn’t even feel like he did because of his addictive touch still lingering on my skin. Dylan stood up and walked over to the door, locking it as he licked his lips with his eyes trailing over my body.
“Take off your bra.” He commanded, walking back over but not sitting down.
“What?” I asked as I watched him take off his shirt, the sight of his impressive form stunning me.
“Ah, ah, ah, babygirl. You know the rules.” Dylan tsked, shaking his head as he unbuckled his belt like before and opened his pants. “Only speak when I give you the permission to.”
Heat rushed throughout my entire body until it landed with full force in my core. Dylan and I had this little game whenever he was dominant and it was one of my favorite fucking things. The game was simple, but absolutely drove me crazy: Dylan would give me three chances and if I strike out every single one of them, he had no other choice than to punish me.
“Strike one.” Dylan stated, a smirk playing on my lips with what he said next. “And I know you just heard what I demanded.”
At the same time that I reached behind my own back to unclasp my bra, Dylan dropped his pants. His erection pressed hard against his boxers, the gray fabric slightly wet from his arousal. When both of us finished taking off our pieces of clothing, Dylan’s eyes were already glued onto my now exposed perky breasts.
“Now your panties.”
My boyfriend and I pulled both of our underwear off our bodies, watching the other intently. As soon as we were free of clothing and completely exposed to each other, Dylan grabbed himself in his hand and stroked his shaft slowly. The sight of Dylan pumping himself as his eyes gazed on my body turned me on in ways that I can’t even explain.
“Touch yourself, babygirl.” He commanded, my mind melting at his husky voice.
Following his orders, I sat up straight on the bed and spread apart by legs for him to have a full view which made him moan in response. I brought my hand down to my already soaking core and gently slid my finger through my folds, separating them. Slowly rubbing small circles against my clitoris, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I watched as Dylan used his thumb to caress his tip and I desperately wanted it in my mouth, but I knew that I had to follow his order or else I’d be punished. However, being punished by him does sound very inviting.
Using my other hand to pinch my nipples and tease not only myself but also Dylan, I noticed his grip tighten around his member. Dylan let out an unsatisfied groan when I took my hand away from my breast, but then immediately moaned when I used it to push a finger inside my heat. My back instantly arched and I let out a whimper at the feeling provoking him to pick up his pace around himself.
“You look so beautiful pleasuring yourself, princess.” Dylan grunted as I moved faster along with him.
Of course I knew how to work myself and make my body feel good, but there’s no denying that Dylan is so much better at it. The way his long and skillfull fingers knowingly curl up inside of me in such a perfect way that not even I knew how to do or the way his sinful tongue flicks expertly against my nub has me wishing that he would just jump on top of me already. But, if there’s one thing Dylan O'Brien certainly loves is being is a fucking tease.
“Fuck, baby. Even though this feels good, nothing compares to your beautiful lips and warm mouth wrapped around my cock.” He moaned as my body craved for his touch. “Stop what your doing and come kneel in front of me.”
An exciting idea roared to life in me when I decided to ignore Dylan’s command and willingly get my next strike. I tuned out whatever he had to say and focused on the incredible feeling of my finger pumping inside of me purely to spite him. Which definitely worked because in a matter of seconds I could hear Dylan growling and approaching me. I, suddenly, felt his hands rip mine away from my body and forcefully pull me into him, our naked bodies against each other as we stood.
“Strike two.” He warned through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and looking sexy as ever.
Before I even knew it, Dylan pushed me down to kneel in front of him and harshly grabbed onto my hair with his hands. Bringing my own hands up, I held onto his thigh with one hand and wrapped around his base with the other. I smirked at Dylan as I licked my lips and gawked at the delicious sight in front of me. I gladly took Dylan’s tip inside of my mouth and he immediately moaned when I did. The first thing my tongue came into contact with was his precum and I can’t deny that I love the salty taste. As I gently sucked his head, my hand began to slowly pump his dick.
One of the many things I love about Dylan is that he’s very responsive and isn’t ashamed in letting me know exactly what he liked. Which is why I already knew that one of his favorite things I do when I give him a blowjob is lick his prominent vein on the underside of his cock at the same time that I very lightly and very carefully graze my teeth against his topside. Dylan let out a throaty groan the second I did exactly that and it seemed to light a fire in him because he immediately took control.
My boyfriend pushed himself fully into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat and I was gagging around him, only for him to pull away and do the exact same thing again. Dylan was happily fucking my mouth and, to be honest, I didn’t even mind it. The lust was so far deep in my blood that all I could focus on was how sexy he looked as he practically used me as a fuck toy and how damn good he tasted.
I hollowed my mouth around him to create a much tighter environment for him and the filthy sounds of his shameless moans erupting from his chest made my core ache more than it already had. Due to the fast pace and my wet mouth, it didn’t take long for Dylan to reach his much needed release. I hummed when he unloaded and his hot cum shot straight down my throat, his hips bucking in response.
Once Dylan came down from his high, I pulled him out of my mouth and he shuddered at the contact due to how sensitive he’d become. Wiping away the spit on my mouth and any cum spilling down my chin, I stood up with a smirk on my lips and Dylan immediately kissed me. His dominance faltering for the slightest second so he could show me how much he cared for me through the gentle action. However, the moment we parted, dominant Dylan was back.
“Can you sit on the chair for me, babygirl?” He pointed to the chair under his desk he uses to study his lines as he headed over to the small closet.
“Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed because both of us knew that even though he asked, it was actually a question.
My eyes widened immediately when I noticed just what he grabbed from the closet and Dylan approached me with an intense grin on his lips. I wanted to desperately ask him why the hell he had that in his trailer or what he thinks he’s about to do to me with it, but I knew that that wouldn’t be the greatest idea.
“It’s not mine.” Dylan defended himself when he obviously saw my shocked facial expression at the metal handcuffs in his hands. “It’s Stiles’, but I don’t see why we can’t have our own little fun with it. What do you think?”
“Well, I know for a fact Stiles and Lydia have a lot of kinky sex with handcuffs.” I smirked, reaching my arms behind the back of the chair for him to lock them there. “So, I say we should also give it a shot, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl.” Dylan smiled, placing the cold metal around my wrists to lock them behind me.
The next thing my boyfriend did was push my legs apart so I was completely opened for him in a way that felt so dirty and exposing but I loved nonetheless. Dylan’s lips instantly wrapped around one of my breasts, already biting down on my nipple, and I whimpered when I couldn’t grip his hair with my fingers. As he teasingly worked on my breast, Dylan brought a hand up to my core and my hips instinctively bucked the second his middle finger rubbed against my sensitive nub. He started slow at first but as soon as he knew I was ready for more, Dylan picked up his middle finger’s pace and, using his other hand, he slid one of his long fingers inside of me.
I couldn’t hold back my moan at the incredible feeling, considering my body had been craving it for the longest time now, and the first finger was immediately followed by a second. I absolutely loved how much Dylan understood my body and exactly what it needed which is why I was already getting close to my release in a matter of minutes. His skillfull fingers curled inside of me and pumped with such fervor that I didn’t have any ounce of self control in me anymore. I knew I was about to reach my edge and, much to my dismay, so did Dylan.
“Not yet, princess.” He teased and I whined when he removed his fingers from my soaking wet heat. “You only get to cum when I say so. And I want it to happen around my cock.”
After seeing me completely opened for him and a moaning mess just because of his fingers, Dylan’s erection was already back up and ready for more action. Precum glistened on his tip and even though I did give him head only a few moments ago, I already wanted to do it all over again. What can I say? The man has a delicious dick.
Dylan was pumping himself a little bit as he watched my chest rise and fall from my rapid breathing before grabbing my feet and hitching them up on the chair. He pulled my waist towards the edge of the seat, making me lay down since I still was locked to the back of the chair, and Dylan positioned himself in front of my entrance. Without even giving me a warning, he instantly slammed inside of me and my entire body arched at the invasive act. He waited a few seconds for me to adjust and when I sort of did, Dylan began roughly thrusting into me.
“Fuck, babygirl, you’re always so tight.” Dylan moaned, his face snuggled into my slightly sweaty neck.
The pleasurable feeling of his thick width stretching my tight walls as he pounded in me, quite deeply considering how the position we were in favored his ability to be completely buried inside of me, sparked the orgasm I was so close to reach but Dylan denied up to the surface again. I clenched around him once and he growled against my skin, my entire body vibrating with the sound.
“Don’t cum yet.” He demanded and I whimpered.
Even though I tried to hold it back, I clenched around him once more and this time Dylan immediately brought his face up to glare at me. We were so close that I could feel his breath brushing across my skin and, yet, all I could focus on was the bound knot in my stomach ready to break free any minute now. The thought of going against Dylan’s commands was both terrifying and exciting and, to be honest, I didn’t know which one attracted me more.
“Don’t you dare.” Dylan threatened, bringing one of his hands up to forcefully pull my hair and make me look him straight in the eyes. “I’m serious. Promise Daddy you won’t cum until I allow it.”
“I-I promise, Daddy.” I managed to say through moans. However the second his cock twitched inside of me when I said his favorite nickname, I was long gone and there was no way going back.
My entire body shook, my toes curled against the chair and uncontrollable shouts erupted from my chest as one of the greatest orgasms I’ve ever experienced bolted through my veins. I could feel my core clenching around Dylan’s shaft at the same time that it released all of my pent-up arousal and gushed onto him. I screamed so loudly that I was certain everyone on the Teen Wolf lot heard me and I was also sure that despite not following his orders, Dylan was loving the way I was a mess. Everyone including Sprayberry and Cody knew that the person who just made this young woman scream so much in pleasure was Dylan and that it didn’t even matter how badly they might have wanted her, she was his.
My own release triggered Dylan’s and as I was coming down from my intense high, my boyfriend was reaching his. Dylan’s cock twitched before cumming for the second time today and shooting his liquid inside of me, the incredible feeling of his hot cum running against my walls making me moan. The sound of Dylan’s own moans echoed through the trailer and I watched in awe as his face contorted in pure pleasure. He held onto the edges of the chair tightly, his muscles straining against his arms as he shook.
“Strike three.” Dylan managed to say through his husky and breathless voice once he came down from his high.
The sweet taste of adrenaline rushed though all of my veins and my heartbeat pounded so hard it pulsed inside of my ears the second Dylan said those two simple words. A mixture of concern and lust flooded inside of me and I didn’t quite know which one was stronger.
Dylan slowly slid out of my body, his eyes staring into mine the entire time, and I winced at how sensitive I’ve become. Going back over to the closet, Dylan pulled out a small key and walked over to me again. He hovered over my body, his incredible smell filling my nose, and unlocked the metal cuffs on my hands. They immediately dropped to the floor with a clang and Dylan didn’t even seem to care. Putting the key down on his desk, Dylan stood up straight in front of me.
“Let me ask you a question, princess.” He husked. “Do you think you’re a good girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I answered, bringing my hands over to settle on my lap. “I do.”
“Hmm, well, I happen to think you’re very very naughty.” Dylan murmured. “And do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby? They get spanked.”
Before I could even put together what was about to happen, Dylan harshly grabbed me and made me stand. My boyfriend pushed me down onto the desk, my ass sticking out for him, and he stuck his leg between mine to keep them apart. He slowly began to caress one of my cheeks with the palm of his hand and goosebumps covered my entire body.
“How many should I give you, babygirl?” Dylan teased. “Does ten sound good?”
“N-No, that’s too much.” I stuttered.
“Okay, then, ten it is.” He chuckled darkly and I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come. “Count for me, princess.”
Suddenly, Dylan lifted his hand and roughly slammed it back down on my ass cheek. The intense pain immediately making my hips bucker in response. The ache and pleasure shooting through me and landed straight in the bottom of my stomach, sparking the creation of a familiar knot.
“O-One.” I whimpered and, as soon as I finished speaking, Dylan spanked my same cheek again. “T-Two.”
He repeatedly smacked my right cheek five times in a row, my skin aching intensely with every hit. Everytime he would slap me, the knot inside of my stomach would become tighter and tighter. I knew that by the time he finished spanking me all ten times, that knot would break and I would be orgasming for the second time in this trailer. I was already a shaking, moaning and whimpering mess in his hands and, as embarrassing as it was to be so vulnerable to someone, I couldn’t care less.
Dylan rubbed my right cheek for a few seconds to ease the stinging pain on my skin before moving to my left and striking my ass again without any warning. My knees were wobbling and weak and if it wasn’t for his leg holding me up, I would’ve definitely fallen down my now.
“S-Six.” I mewled, my voice only able to come out as a whisper whilst he continued his punishment on me. “Seven, Eight, Nine.”
By the tenth strike, the extremely tight knot had snapped and spread an insane amount of pleasure inside of me. My vision blurred and went white as my orgasm dissolved in my blood and bones. My body jerked against the desk, my skin digging into the wood, and arousal immediately spilled out of me and ran down Dylan’s thigh. It didn’t matter that my ass was burning in excruciating agony, the pleasure was so much more powerful.
Dylan held onto my hips as I finished reaching my edge and came back down to Earth. His fingers creating tender circles on my skin.
“You okay, baby?” He asked me and I managed to bring myself back up, with his assistance of course.
“Yes, Dylan, I am.” I turned around with a smile on my face, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability.
“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”
“No, you were perfect.” I shook my head happily, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Good.” Dylan smiled, his eyes no longer dark and now back to its gentle color. “It’s just, the way Cody looked at you drove me insane and-”
“I know, baby.” I interrupted him before he could finish, caressing the back of his neck with my fingers. “But, I’m not his, I’m yours.”
Dylan smiled at me with everything he had in him and I swooned at how beautiful he was. However, not just in the way he looked or in the way that he always manages to say things that makes me fall in love with him more and more everyday. But, just in the pure way that he is.
i was with my friends today when one of them borrowed some money to the other one. instead of saying ‘‘hvala’‘ in serbian, the one who took the money said ‘‘спасибо’‘ because she’d been learning russian. the other one said ‘‘you’re welcome, i don’t know how to say it in russian’‘ and the first one replied ‘‘не за что’‘. this phrase sounds awfully similar to serbian ‘‘ne znaš to’‘ (’‘you don’t know that’‘) when pronounced quickly… so the first one said ‘‘well you don’t know it either’‘
’ Don’t you want to hear my excuse? ’
’ I’m thinkin’ of tryin’ out for a scholarship. ’
’ Eat… My… Shorts. ’
’ You just bought yourself another Saturday. ’
’ I’m going to have to check my calendar. ’
’ We’ll keep going. You want another one? ’
’ Instead of going to prison you’ll come here. ’
’ I’m doing society a favor. ’
’ You got it! You got another one right there! That’s another one pal! ’
’ You really think I give a shit? ’
’ You ask me one more question and I’m beating the shit out of you. ’
’ That the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, you hear me? ’
’ I have a home and I’m not about to throw it all away on some punk. ’
’ I’m gonna knock your dick in the dirt. ’
’ You threatening me? ’
’ What are you gonna do about it? You think anyone’s gonna believe you? ’
’ You think anyone is gonna take your word over mine? ’
’ You’re a lying sack of shit and everybody knows it. ’
’ Let’s find out how tough you are. ’
’ I wanna know right now how tough you are. ’
’ Just take the first shot. I’m begging you, take a shot. ’
’ That’s what I thought. You’re a gutless turd. ’
’ Why do you have to insult everybody? ’
’ I’m being honest, asshole. ’
’ I would expect you to know the difference. ’
‘ I don’t think either one of them gives a shit about me. ’
’ It’s like they use me just to get back at each other. ’
’ Do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. ’
’ Why’d you do that? ’
’ Were you truly disgusted with what I did with my lipstick? ’
’ Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all. ’
’ You’re a big coward. ’
’ I’m in the math club. ’
’ Well, you wouldn’t know, you don’t even know any of us. ’
’ Hey! Let’s watch the mouth, huh? ’
’ Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about? ’
’ What do you guys do in your club? ’
’ You do everything everyone tells you to do and that is a problem. ’
’ Do you think I’d speak for you? I don’t even know your language. ’
’ Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place. ’
’ Why are you being so nice to me? ’
’ Well, would you mind telling me how you know all this about me? ’
’ You couldn’t ignore me if you tried. ’
’ If I lose my temper you’re totaled, man. ’
’ I hate having to go along with everything my friends say. ’
’ I want to congratulate you for being on time. ’
’ Excuse me, sir. I think there’s been a mistake. ’
’ I know it’s detention but I don’t think I belong in here. ’
’ I don’t have to run away and live in the street. ’
’ I’m a fucking idiot because I can’t make a lamp? ’
’ I’ll do anything sexual. I don’t need a million dollars to do it either. ’
’ I’m a nymphomaniac. ’
’ The only person I told was my shrink. ’
’ Do you have any idea how completely gross that is? ’
’ The first few times? You mean you did it more than once? ’
’ I’m not going to discuss my private life with total strangers. ’
’ Well, if you say you haven’t, you’re a prude. If you say you have, you’re a slut. ’
’ It’s kind of a double edged sword isn’t it? ’
’ I mean, don’t you want any respect? ’
’ Why don’t you just answer the question? ’
’ I’m not a nymphomaniac. I’m a compulsive liar. ’
’ Being bad feels pretty good, huh? ’
’ When you grow up, your heart dies. ’
’ It’s wrong to destroy literature. It’s such fun to read. ’
’ Hey, you’re not urinating in here, man. ’
’ Why didn’t you want me to know that you are a virgin? ’
’ Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl. ’
’ What do you care what I think anyway? ’
’ My God, are we gonna be like our parents? ’
’ Ah, you’d never make it. You don’t have any goals. ’
’ Are you a virgin? I’ll bet you a million dollars that you are. ’
’ Have you ever kissed a boy/girl on the mouth? ’
’ By the way, that clock’s 20 minutes fast. ’
’ You whip it out and you’re dead before the first drop hits the floor. ’
’ You’re pretty sexy when you get angry. ’
Requested: Could I request another baekhyun angst scenario…a mistress maybe? You know the cliche break up stories lol. Thanks!!
Summary: You come home to find Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction.
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It’s 4:00 AM when your plane lands and 5:00 AM by the time you
finally come home to your apartment, and you’re exhausted, physically
and emotionally. You thought that taking a week off from life to
evaluate your situation from a distance would give you some perspective –
and it has. You just don’t like this new perspective. You hate the
clarity that cracked your rose-colored glasses because you were happy
pretending that everything was fine.
But there’s only so much you can take for so long.
reach the door to your apartment and drop your bag on the floor,
fishing your phone out of your pocket and turning it on for the first
time in a week.
Thirty-eight missed calls and fourteen voicemails from Byun Baekhyun.
smile quirks on your lips despite the lead in your chest. You hadn’t
told him you were leaving when you took off, and it’s still nice to see
his concern. You sigh. Smooth your shirt. Pat your hair and steel your
nerves. Then you click 1 on speed dial.
Briiiing. Briiiing. Briii—
His voice is thick with sleep but then you hear a rustling – of sheets,
presumably – and his voice comes back more alert. “Oh my god. Where are
you – are you okay – why haven’t you called me back, I was so worried, I
thought something happened—”
“Hi,” you say softly. That’s all you
can manage because you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the sound of his
voice. Even just one week without his husky timbre had left you feeling
like something was missing, and now it’s as if everything has fallen
back into place. Stupid. Don’t be stupid.
“Hi,” he replies after a moment, and you can hear his smile. “Are you on your way home?”
“Yup, I’m an hour or two away,” you lie.
“Great, jagi. I can’t wait to see you. Aish, I should probably clean up before you get home.”
“Yeah. Clean up. I’ll see you soon.”
“Love you,” he says. So casual. So familiar.
Your hands are cold as you whisper back, “I love you too.” Then you hang up.
apartment you share with Baekhyun is small, not a studio, but really
only meant for one person – so you can hear noises through the thin
walls now as he gets out of bed and prepares for your return. Shuffling,
thudding, creaking. Laughter. Chairs scraping and feet padding across
the hardwood floor and muffled speaking. Quick movements, very quick.
You hear footfalls heading towards the door and you step
back just as it swings open, and Baekhyun and the girl beside him freeze
on the threshold as their eyes meet yours.
Ah. Well, you can throw the rose glasses away now, you suppose.
pretty – that’s your first thought, but you immediately look away
before you can start comparing yourself to her. You don’t need to
agonize over all the ways she might be better for him than you, all the
missing parts in you that she probably has. She has the decency to look
ashamed, at least.
Baekhyun, for once, seems at a loss for words.
The silence stretches between the three of you until it feels like
dynamite. And frankly, you don’t want to say anything. There’s nothing
to say. One week, you’d spent trying to understand your feelings, his
feelings, and what happened between the two of you – and now you just
Alone. More alone than you’ve ever felt.
“Y/N,” he starts to say, but you cut him off.
need to talk, Baekhyun.” Doesn’t matter if you don’t want to – you’re
the type to bury your head in the sand if it means protecting your
heart, but not this time. Not anymore. Your eyes slide to the girl.
“Alone.” She nods, never meeting your gaze, but before she slinks back
into the apartment room, she looks to Baekhyun, and you feel your heart
clench at the adoration on her face. Whatever is going on between them
clearly isn’t just lust. You just wonder when exactly you were pushed
out of the picture.
The girl closes the door behind her, and then it’s only you and Baekhyun.
looks as good as ever, you can’t help but notice, with his jeans belted
loosely around his hips and shirt sleeves lazily rolled back to his
elbows. His hair is still tousled from sleep, and you almost reach up to
fix it. Almost. Instead, you pick up your bag and sling it over your
“Walk with me,” you say. His brows arch in surprise but
he follows you down the stairwell and out of the apartment complex. You
really needed to get out of there – it was starting to feel
The sun is just rising over the parking lot, and
you try not to notice the way the light touches Baekhyun, as if even it
can’t help but want to cling to him. He’s silent beside you as you walk
but out of the corner of your eye, you can see emotions flitting across
his face as the situation continues to spiral out of his control. Guilt.
Defensiveness. Fear. Anguish. You imagine your face is a mirror of his.
the other side of the complex is a quaint little courtyard complete
with trimmed hedges, a fountain, and a gazebo. You walk down the path,
trailing your fingertips along the hedges, and step onto the gazebo,
placing you bag down. It’s beautiful here. A beautiful place to end a
Baekhyun sinks against the railing
and laces his hands together. His eyes are everywhere but on you. “If
you would please just hear me out—” he tries.
say gently, and both of you are surprised at the softness in your voice.
He’s looking at you now and you meet his stare. You should be angry –
furious, betrayed, heartbroken, but you just feel the grief that comes
with endings. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
You wrap your arms around yourself at his term of endearment. “You
don’t have to explain, but please don’t be dishonest with me. Don’t call
me ‘beloved’ if that’s not what I am.” You take in a shuddering breathe
to soothe your nerves, and then you continue. “I have loved you,
Baekhyun. At times, more than life itself. And you have loved me.”
“More than life itself,” he whispers.
“But I fell in love
with you, and you didn’t. Not with me, anyway, and there’s nothing I
can do to change that.” You remember the youth of your love, the early
days when holding his hand gave you butterflies. You were both so young
and there was only innocence in your feelings for one another.
Handwritten notes and long phone calls before bed and mixtapes specially
made for each other. All that was gone now, lost.
Baekhyun grasps your hands then, and you look down as you feel his trembling around yours. “Then I’ll change—”
not asking you to,” you shake your head and gently pull away. “I’m
asking you to be honest. Be brave. We’ve been together since we were
children, and there’s a security in that – but you can’t live your life
clinging to safety, to what’s familiar. You…you need to let me go so
that you can be free to find who and what you really want.”
“And what do you want, Y/N?” he asks quietly.
want you to be happy, Baek. I wish I was the one that made you happy—”
he flinches, and you break off, sighing. “But we all deserve a chance to
find that true joy. Our soulmate.”
“We can still be friends, right?”
feel that grief again like water in your lungs, and for a moment you
can’t speak because you’re trying too hard to fight back the tears. Friends.
As if to torture you some more, your mind suddenly pulls out a reel of
all your favorite memories with Baekhyun. Sharing ice cream with him on a
hot summer’s day at the beach, him purposely tipping the cone forward
whenever it was your turn to lick so that you would get some on your
face and he could kiss it off you. His arms snaking around your waist as
he hugged you from behind while you washed dishes, his chin on your
shoulder. You lying on his lap while he ran his long fingers through
your hair and read manga. Being held by him, kissing him, loving him.
“In time,” you manage. “You’re not the only one who has to let go.”
sorry.” His voice is small, like a child’s. “For not being right for
you. For hurting you. For…everything.” He laughs humorlessly. “I almost
wish you were angry with me. That would’ve been easier than this – but
you’ve always been too good for me.”
We were both too good for each other. “I was angry. That’s what the week away was for.”
now,” you sigh, “you’ve got a girl to get back to, and I’ve got a
thousand emails waiting for me.” Life really does go on. You start to
turn away but Baekhyun’s hand catches you again and you find yourself
only inches from him. Well, physically anyway.
“Even if we don’t
have a tomorrow, you and I, I’m glad we had a yesterday. I’m glad for
the time we did spend together.” He’s not smiling, but there’s such
warmth in his expression as if he’s reflecting all that light on him. “I
wouldn’t change a thing.”
“You know what,” you nod, “I wouldn’t
either.” One last time, you slide your arms around his neck and pull his
head down to kiss him on the forehead. He closes his eyes.
They’re open as you walk away though.
Due to popular demand, I have posted a Part 2 [here], a Part 3 [here], and a coda [here]! However, this was meant to be a one shot, so if you are satisfied, you can stop reading here. Whatever floats your goat <3
It’s been floating around the room for a while now, and Isak stares at Even, awestruck. Isak felt like his chest was burning, or exploding, or first it burned down and then it exploded, he wasn’t really sure, but his world was turned upside down suddenly. Sure, Even said- wrote- it before, but hearing it. Hearing it is a whole nother level of crazy.
Crazy beautiful. Life with Even was crazy beautiful in the best way.
It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?
I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C
He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything
He would text you all the time, venting his
frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all
Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted
away to you as he gamed
“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my
gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love
talking to you, MC.”
You took pride in that.
He became more and more special to you, and it warmed
your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.
took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your
pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often
brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of
you and everyone else.
A special little world that nobody else could enter.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was
finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness
bubbling in your chest.
“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you
decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the
one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who
listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s
something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be
rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”
That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating
of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible
for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.
Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately
recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him
happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost
immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.
“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed,
“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,”
he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought
you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”
Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words
left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika.
Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.
“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running
a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it
Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere
presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It
was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few
weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought
you had known.
“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists
as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with
you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”
He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m
sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off
from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.
You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He
was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the
feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.
And it only smashed what remained of your heart to
He was never in love with you.
From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and
welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he
called you often to check up on you, asking things like:
“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of
yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”
“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you
look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like
your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here
“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way
too insensitive just now!”
Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel
so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night,
comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel sodamn special. He sure
didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.
A week after you realized that you had fallen in love
with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for
acting… his everything—he asked you out
on a date.
You almost screamed into your pillow from
excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?
You waited for him in
the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours
to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to
meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But
he never came.
You dialled his phone
number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked
up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”
“Um, Zen? It’s me,
MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”
He howled in
laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still
waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to
me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I
can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”
He continued to
laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He
had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first
His words were like a
slap to your face. It was obvious now.
Zen didn’t care about
you at all.
You stayed quiet, not
wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying
You had wasted so
much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could
even possibly like you back.
“Helloooo? Are you
still there?” he hiccupped.
You couldn’t answer,
holding back your sobs.
“Oh right, anyway,
thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”
“Yeah. No problem. Anything
for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.
But it was true. You would have done anything for
him. He’d just never do the same for you.
From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique
sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he
was pretty fucking rich.
Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had
to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”
After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long
nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other
every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d
Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to
Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent
time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed
documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business
deals all the time.
Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because
he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with
him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must
Not to mention the fact that there were many young men
(such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of
being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite
acting nonchalant every time.
Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of
Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better,
and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and
nights out together.
One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring
up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I
completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never
mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so
hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“
He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the
glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you
You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love
with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much
about you over all this time, and-“
He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you
really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything
that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with
me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your
own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that
no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself
You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not
it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve
realized after spending so much time with you-“
Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot
“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would
remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”
He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A
lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.
This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a
cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes
everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.
On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little
thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to
cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of
Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own
cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.)
to look seductive.
He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not
everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.
One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to
the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near
him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into
him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…
(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the
trust fund kid was there, duh.)
Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took
his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office.
After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown
Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the
silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that
you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in
You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t
been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle
Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re
He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes
back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird
thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be
aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy
fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and
You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm,
yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.
What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance
to confess. Haha. Ahaha.
The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.
But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how
his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had
fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.
You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship
between you two. Seven was too important to you.
You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on
your street, not even daring to say goodbye.
Some very pure Osomatsu Party Card Art!
The rare occurrence where they’re all having a wonderful time and nothing unfortunate is happening to any of them~
Osomatsu-niisan is back at it again killing me with faces, he looks like he’s about to combust lmao
I see his arm around Totoko, that’s like fifth base to him, right? XD So good, the official artists are so good.
“You won’t get up and go for a morning run with me, but you’ll beat the crap out of your heavy bag in the middle of the night, Sawyer?”
“You only ever get up after I get in the shower, and you eat the driest things – gross – because your stomach can’t handle anything else so early, but you call me a morning grump, Maggie? Come on.”
Maggie counters with just as much ease.
“Danvers, let’s face it. The only reason you go for runs in the morning is to delay any kind of human interaction. Running doesn’t mean you’re a morning person: it means your body is capable of doing things before your brain is capable of not snapping at people.”
“Oh, okay Danvers, dry bagels are gross but my little babygirl can’t eat anything at all in the morning and you’re still claiming to be less grumpy than I am at sunrise?”
“Um, guys. You realize neither of you are morning people, right? Like, you realize you’re even more terrifying in the mornings than you are the rest of the time, don’t you?”
“No one asked you, Schott.”
“Go play with your computer, Winn.”
“You know he’s not entirely – “
“No one asked you either, James.”
“Don’t you have something to be guarding, Guardian?”
“Agent Danvers, Detective Sawyer – “
“Not you, too, J’onn!”
“I… I wasn’t going to weigh in on your morning habits, Agent Danvers. There’s an attack unfolding in the city square.”
“Right. Yes sir. On it.”
They turn as one to suit up, Alex already barking orders at her team.
J’onn leans into James and Winn, arms crossed over his chest as he watches his crack team of Earth daughters jog out to battle, to keep each other safe, to watch each other’s backs.
“My money’s on her girl being right.”
Winn claps and whoops and holds his hand up for J’onn to slap. “Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about, J’onn!”
James shakes his head behind J’onn’s back and J’onn just stares at Winn as he keeps holding his hand up, spluttering now, pursing his lips and muttering nonsensibly now.
“I’m not going to give you five, Mr. Schott.”
“Right, I’ll just… I’ll just go monitor the… attack…”
He lowers his hand, swivels in his chair, and turns to typing, turns to saving his big sisters with his intel, once again, for which they’ll all take him for drinks and revelry later.
As long as their mission doesn’t last until morning.
When both of them will be competing degrees of grumpy.
A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!
Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.
But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.
That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.
And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.
Though as time passed, the lines began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.
However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.
And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.
“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.
Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”
Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.
“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.
Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.
Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.
“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.
Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”
“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”
“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”
You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”
Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”
“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.
Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”
Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.
He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.
“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.
Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”
The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”
You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”
You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”
Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.
“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”
“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”