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lorre-verie · 1 year

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I was searching thru tumblr for modern atwow au crumbs but I found so LITTLE content of it??? So I decided i’m going to make my own headcanons for the avatar teens (neteyam, kiri, lo’ak, ao’nung, rotxo and tsireya) about what they would be like in a modern highschool au (they’re from the future but like pretend it makes sense please i keep tearing my hair out when I even try to fathom how this could be possible) .

Honestly after this my entire blog might just be modern avatar things

so i gracefully present to you…

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ Modern Avatar Highschool AU A-Z (Pt. 1: A-G)

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pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | masterlist

⌲ A for Active (Are they active in class?)

neteyam: Yeah, but he really does his best not to seem like too much of a teacher’s pet or a tryhard. He constantly raises his hand to answer and asks questions, and the teachers love him for this. One time he was the kid that reminded the teacher about the homework; needless to say he got a lot of tomatoes thrown at him that day.

kiri: Yes, but by active I mean actively debates with teachers. She will not be afraid to point out something politically or literally wrong that the teachers say, and if they fight back, she will not hesitate to put them in their place. Watch any teacher be openly homophobic while she’s present and they’re gonna get it.

lo'ak: Yes and no. He’s the type of kid to sit by the window and peer out into the sky while not listening to the teacher at all, cause he’s having his main character moment. But he’s ALSO the type of kid to doodle all over the table in permanent marker, and when the teacher says anything remotely related to a joke (peanuts, walnuts, nuts, your mom, getting milk) he’ll point it out and say jokes and turn the whole class laughing and alert in a matter of seconds cause he said something about it. Or he’ll ask stupid questions to stall time. Either way he’s not doing the teachers any favours.

ao'nung: You’d be having a conversation with him by whispering and then the teacher would call on him to answer, and you know what he does?? He answers it PERFECTLY. Nobody knows how he does it. NOBODY KNOWS. This has happened so many times that all the teachers don’t even bother cause they know he’s listening somehow. In short he will only answer questions if called on and in case he needs to ask a question he just sends an e-mail after school, he never speaks voluntarily in class.

rotxo: Bro asks a lot of questions, always raising his hand and asking stupid stuff like Lo’ak but not even on purpose, he’s just oblivious. “Should we use a pen or pencil?” “Can I drink some water?” “Is blue ink okay?” “Can I just type this out on my laptop?” “Ms, do you like dogs?” “Oh. How about ca-” the teachers are sick of him but they don’t do anything about it cause they know he’s just unaware. They do appreciate him when the class is way too silent though. But not all the time.

tsireya: This girl is the sweetest. She raises her hand if the teacher asks a question but nobody answers, because she feels bad for them. In case you want to ask a question but are too shy or uncomfortable you can just send her a little paper note and she’ll ask the question for you! The teachers love her, and they all know her name, even the ones that have never taught her before.

⌲ B for Born For This (Which subject are they best at and most interested in?)

neteyam: He is a master of physics, and he loves it. He will dominate any physics group, always taking the lead and more often than not, doing 90% of the work even if his teammates aren’t lazy. He knows every formula out of the top of his head and consistently gets A+’s every physics assignment. If you aren’t good at physics, find him and be his group partner.

kiri: Interestingly enough, rather than biology, I think she’d love philosophy. She’d be the type of person to ponder really hard about her existence and the existence of others, and if anything was even real. She also loves to mess with people (and the teachers).

“Kiri, why didn’t you submit this assignment?”

“I did.”

“Well I’m not seeing it anywhere.”

“Maybe you’re not seeing anything at all.”

“What?”

“What is ‘anywhere’ to you?”

“...”

“You aren’t seeing it anywhere because ‘anywhere’ doesn’t exist.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“And the concept of ‘anywhere’ does?”

“...”

“Oh and you’re sitting on it.”

The teacher will look under themself and literally find it, and when they look up she’s nowhere to be seen.

lo'ak: We have 2 options. Either theatre or band, but I think he’d lean more into being the cool guitar guy in a band. He would shred really well and he knows all the chords, he can play any song with just 10 minutes of experimenting and he would write his own songs (some of them dedicated to….a special someone). And for theatre he’d be more into funny little school dramas rather than plays like Hamilton or Beetlejuice.

ao'nung: This guy is an insane math genius. He doesn’t even actually pay attention to the math lesson, he just listens for the first 5-10 minutes of explanation and boom he understands everything perfectly. Anyone would swear he has like a calculator built into his head with how freakishly speedy he is at calculating things.

“Does anyone know what 67 x 23 i-”

“1541.”

“How did you-” “It’s so easy??”

HE IS A MENACE. Don’t even bother doing your taxes just call Ao’nung (and give him 5 bucks) he’ll have it done in 30 minutes or less. The teachers keep trying to get him to join the math club but he keeps declining, insisting that he already knows what his passion is.

rotxo: He gives major literature vibes. Either that or he’d be really good at multiple languages (he learned 4 to impress 4 different girls that all rejected him). He’s really good with his words and never has any grammar mistakes, he knows the meaning of every word and every phrase. Dictionary who? Oh, and he likes poetry but he keeps it a secret from everyone (only Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Kiri know about it).

tsireya: Now THIS is a Hamilton girlie. Like Lo’ak, she’d be really into theatre or band as in the singer. Her voice is angelic and literally would enrapture everyone’s attention with the first note she sings. She is shy with it though, but Lo’ak is her designated hype man, constantly telling her how good she is at singing and encouraging her to be more confident (so sweet). One time they sang a little duet of an original song Lo’ak wrote and it blew up on YouTube getting like 1.7 million likes. If you ask them where the video is now they’ll say that Lo’ak’s little sister deleted it for her slime asmr youtube channel.

⌲ C for Coolness Scale (If you asked everyone in the school to rate how cool they were on a scale from 0-10, what would they get?)

neteyam: 0.1/10. Nobody considers him “cool”, he’s the golden boy of the school but not like Ao’nung. He’s perfect, but not cool. Kind, but never cool. You asked Lo’ak and he immediately gave his brother a 0 without second thought. Kiri gave him a 1 because she felt bad. Ao’nung also immediately said 0. Tsireya felt too bad to answer the question (cause she knows he’s not cool) and said “whatever Lo’ak said” because she expected him to rate him higher. He didn’t. Rotxo said “whatever Ao’nung said.” and he KNEW he gave him a 0.

kiri: A solid 6/10. Everyone thinks she’s funny, and a bunch of girls gave her a 10 because….👀 Anyways, she mostly keeps to herself and has the most neutral face ever by default, nobody really knows her except for her brothers and Tsireya + Rotxo (Ao’nung is an honourable mention since he knows stuff about her from Tsireya and Rotxo), so everyone thinks she’s the mysterious type when in reality she just keeps her personality to herself and her friends cause “nobody asked”.

lo'ak: 3.5/10. He’s funny and chill but tries to be cool but he isn’t. Tsireya gave him a 9, Neteyam gave him a 2, Ao’nung a 0, Rotxo a 0, Kiri a 0.5. Everyone else gave him 3’s or 4’s cause they appreciate the effort but he’s not cool he’s more of a funny guy.

ao'nung: 9.8/10. Everyone likes him, literally everyone. He’s super popular and all the girls (and some guys) swoon over him whenever he walks past them in the halls, wherever he sits there's bound to be people asking him stuff and wishing him good luck for his games. He’s cool with all the guys, super cool with the girls. He doesn’t like to play with anyone’s feelings so he hasn’t dated anyone yet (his mom raised him right fr). He does have a cocky side to him which he only shows if he knows the other person won’t take it seriously (so literally basically everyone). Even Lo’ak and Neteyam gave him 9’s. The only reason it’s at a 9.8 is because Kiri gave him a 0.

rotxo: I swear if you ask anyone about him they’d be like ‘Who? Oh the guy that hangs around Ao’nung.’ you would have to give up cause too many people would say “who” or “idk”, poor guy. Ao’nung gave him a 10 but you would ask him last cause of what happened with Tsireya (rigged). He’d get a 7/10 but the only voters were Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, Tsireya and Ao’nung.

tsireya: A 10. But how? Ao’nung is the school’s golden boy and she’s the golden girl, but she’s not cool. Realistically she’d get something like a 2. Like Neteyam, she’s super sweet and kind but she’s not cool. Lo’ak was biased and gave her a 10. But here’s the thing; Ao’nung gave her a 10. So naturally….everyone else gave her a 10.

⌲ D for Diligence (Do they submit their assignments early or late?)

neteyam: Super diligent, he’ll submit any assignment as soon as possible. He never clicks on different browsers when there’s an assignment due by the end of the class + he types really fast like it’s insane (his wpm is 369).

kiri: She is literally UNHINGED. If an assignment is due 6.00pm on a wednesday she’ll submit it at 5.59.59pm on a wednesday. Doesn’t matter when the assignment is due, she’ll always submit it like either a second before or directly on time of when it’s due. If school is closed on the due date (like it’s a saturday or sunday) she’ll submit it on Friday right before that teacher goes home. She knows when they go home. Not even on their desk, It’ll be waiting for them in their bag/car. Unhinged.

lo'ak: Assignment? what assignment? It’s all late. LATE. But not like days late, they’re always max 3 days late. He’s not that irresponsible, sometimes he just forgets. He does care about his grades, he’s trying his best. One time he submitted it like 2 minutes late and sent a whole 10 paragraph email to the teacher begging them to not take points off just this one time. They did, thankfully.

ao'nung: He submits them a day before. He procrastinates a lot but he always manages to get everything done in time. Has never submitted an assignment late before.

rotxo: He too hasn’t ever submitted an assignment late, but he always submits his assignments at the most UNGODLIEST of hours. He would submit it on the day of but at like 3.33am for no reason. His teachers are very concerned about his health.

tsireya: Diligent like Neteyam but very relaxed, she does her assignments on her own time. She’ll submit it like 2-3 days before.

⌲ E for Extracurricular (What clubs/team are they in?)

neteyam: Oddly enough, he’s on the swim team, and he’s a hella good swimmer. I just think it makes sense, like just think about neteyam in the swim team. Just think about it. If not swim then he’d be part of the Student Council, like the secretary or something. Maybe both, who knows.

kiri: 100% a member of debate more than anything. She just loves using her intellect to fight people, and you gotta respect that. She’s also vice president of the student council, being much more intimidating than the actual president.

lo'ak: TRACK TEAM. Boy he can RUN, he’s super nimble on his feet and the coaches consider him a blessing from heaven. He has a really good stamina and great endurance, he could run for hours if he really tried. If you ever anger him by talking crap about his family or Tsireya, find a really good hiding spot because you cannot outrun this man.

ao'nung: Captain of the basketball team. Like come on. He loves basketball, it’s his life and he wants to become a professional athlete. He’s willing to do whatever it takes. Oh and he’s treasurer of the student council, just because the president thought he’d be perfect for the job.

rotxo: Newspaper team. He’s great with words and he’s everywhere like an NPC, making him the perfect guy to take photos of literally anything. He definitely has his own column in the school newspaper where you can ask for advice in his anonymous email and he’ll respond in the newspaper (his fake name is Tory).

tsireya: President of the student council. She knows exactly what the school needs and she provides it, the activities/festivals/events she plans are always the bomb and everyone supports her as the president. She’s super nice and is too afraid to get mad at anyone, so Kiri or Ao’nung will do it for her. She is not afraid to show her disappointment with a sharp glare, however, which would literally destroy the heart of any troublemaker trying to ruin any school festivities.

⌲ F for F#?@!!! (Do they swear at school?)

neteyam: No

kiri: Won’t swear at anyone (except for Ao’nung) but does whisper profanity under her breath if she’s stressed out or something. Constantly pulls the middle finger at her brothers (more often at Lo'ak) and Ao’nung though.

lo'ak: Yes, definitely not around teachers but yes, but he’s started to calm it down after Tsireya confronted him about it.

ao'nung: No

rotxo: Once. He was sitting a test in Economics one day and he yelled “F#?!” out of nowhere, got up from his seat and walked out the door. Ao’nung was confused as hell. Being the good friend he was, he snatched Rotxo’s abandoned paper when the teacher wasn’t looking and finished it for him, with a few different answers from his to avoid suspicion, letting him get a B- rather than an F.

tsireya: No

⌲ G for Girl/Guy Magnet (Do they attract more boys or more ladies?)

neteyam: Definitely the girls, they like him cause he’s the soft stoic type and a gentleman. The girls that aren’t into Ao’nung are definitely into Neteyam. He’s super nice and one time he helped a girl pick up her fallen books. That day she fell in love.

kiri: Both. She’s so chill with it and super sarcastic and funny which definitely earns her points in both departments. The guys enjoy her presence, they think she’s different cause her way of messaging is like a guy which confuses them at first but then they really enjoy texting her for no reason (annoys her to hell tbh), leave the woman alone. But if it was a GIRL texting Kiri, she’d have no problem rizzing them up subtly.

lo'ak: Not a magnet at all. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He bagged a beautiful, gorgeous, kind, loyal, honest, funny girl and he’s not interested in anyone else.

ao'nung: Both. Be so fr. He’s nice but also likes to tease people, he’s funny and confident and hot. And he works out and he’s smart which is like damn how many blessings did Eywa give him? Both girls and boys adore him a lot and look up to him, but he always lets people down gently.

rotxo: Also not a magnet. It’s not like he’s unattractive or anything, but always sits next to Ao’nung or hangs next to Kiri which ultimately takes the attention completely away from him. But he’s alright with it, he already has someone in mind which he’s already close to.

tsireya: Both. Need I say more? She’s literally a mix of Neteyam and Ao’nung (NOT IN THAT WAY) and she always enjoys taking care of herself and she has an impeccable taste in fashion, earning her extra extra bonus points. She would have received like three dozen love letters by now if it weren’t for her older brother, always making sure she’s safe from stupid boys who might break her heart. He may have forgotten about Lo'ak though, but as long as he doesn't hurt her everything will be fine.

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pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | masterlist

that's all for part 1! idk when part 2 will come out cause I have a lot to do this week, including 2 other WIP fics and making a masterlist. I hope you guys enjoyed it and please lmk if you have any suggestions or comments, i'd love to know what u guys think 💚

i'm also making a hashtag specifically for modern avatar au content that any other creator can use freely (it'll be the first one listed below) so it's easier for people to find this sort of stuff cause everytime i type avatar modern au its avatar the last airbender 😭

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umi-adxhira · 7 months

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𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘

𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʀᴇx, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ, ʟɪᴀᴍ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ, ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ, ʀᴏɢᴇʀ ʙᴀʀᴇʟ, ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ, ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I've always wanted to do this and they're English so yippee 😍. Some of these (most of these) are based on experience I had in my secondary school so yeah

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗

Year 11

That kid that did the absolute bare minimum but somehow got decent grades

The Year 7s and 8s all had a crush on him, and it genuinely made him feel uncomfortable 💀

The teachers fucking love him idk what to say he's a good boy ig

The typa guy to adopt future roadmen Year 7s and hang with them during lunch to make them seem cool

#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘

Year 11

The annoying-ass kid that would cheat off you in every test yet somehow got better grades than you

Flopped Year 9 and decided he needed to get his shit together (he did the same thing in Year 10 and 11 but git better grades)

Snaps random girls in different schools, especially ones that went to his friend's primary schools to piss them off

Would ask you if he can borrow a pen but never give it back

#𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍��

Year 10

Got adopted by William in Year 7 but never became a roadman

He did all the non-exam based options for GCSE's (Music, Drama, PE, Art, Photography)

He was obnoxiously loud during class until one time he was alone, so he had no one to talk to, and a group of girls were being loud as fuck and he realised how annoying he was so he stopped

Joined Year 7 thinking Food Tech was gonna be sick, then ended up finding out that it's shit and anyone who did that for an option deserved to jump off a cliff

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀

Year 10

Literally only hangs out with Alfonse in the library because he hates the outdoors (same)

Got all 9s in Year 9 and somehow is hoping for a 10 in Year 10 (no one told him a Grade 9 was the maximum)

Genuinely pissed during Covid so many people got high because the grade boundaries were low even though they bat shit dumb (his words not mine)

Stares daggers into the loud girls because they cannot shut up

#𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

Year 11

Got 4s and 5s in Year 9 but somehow got 9s in Year 10

Hangs out with Elbert because he thinks he makes him cool, hanging out with an older person

School senior, doesn't contribute at all unless it's an opportunity to skip lesson (me)

Always got picked on to read in class because he reads well and fast so that the slow-ass people don't read

#𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋

Year 10

Got good grades in the mock exams and flopped the real exams (blamed it on the grade boundaries) (same)

Always raises his hand to answer and gets pissed if he isn't picked on

Only good at Chemistry and Biology so he wants to do Triple Science in Year 11

Helps out in school holing for extra credit (he didn't realise this ain't the US so there's no such thing here)

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

(GOD I HAVE A LOT SO SAY ABOUT THIS MAN I CAN LITERALLY MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT HIM IF ALL WANT IT LEMMIE KNOW) (OMG I WANT TO MAKE A JUDE X READER SECONDARY SCHOOL POST AAAAAHHHH I LOVE THIS)

Year 11

Roadman

Sells vapes to Year 7s at a stupidly expensive price but since they're Year 7 they think this is the normal price

Only one in the group that got good grades and not ending up working in their dad's haircut shop

Talkes in class then when the teacher moves him he's like "Miss I wasn't even talking" 💀

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Year 11

Everyone had a crush on him. Jude often tutors him in private and threatens to spread rumours about him if he ever told anyone

Did Art in Year 10 for funsies and Economics because he wanted that one teacher who is physically impossible to help you get a 9 (no one got a Grade 9 in his class) just to prove everyone wrong (he did)

Buys food for his friends if he finds out they don't eat during lunch because the lines are so fucking long

Probably in a long—term relationship with a girl (me) and everyone is jealous of them

#𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Year 11

Like William adopted the Year 7s but a significantly more amount (like half the damn school)

Everyone knows who he is. Every lunch time he goes to this one Year 9 girl who sits on the bench lonely and lets her do his hair

She's like his favourite child he buys her food so she doesn't feel lonely and stands up for her when the annoying popular kids talk to her (she gets uncomfortable)

He tutors her as well, even if she's good in class he does this because he wants her to be successful and have a good future (I love this sm)

©️umi-adxhira [17/09/2023]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @nightghoul381 , @serynhe , @kookie-my-little-sunshine , @cy-inky, @aquagirl1978 , @abundance-pathchooser, @lapis-da-lazuli , @ellisgivesmelife013 @surviving-off-ellis-crumbs, @yuan134

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kywaslost · 1 year

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Hello ! may i please request for Hawks with an autistic kid ( arond 13-15 years old with any gender + platonic ) that hates adults

They have lots of interest like biology life, but most imporatntly the Winged hero Hawks !

sorry if this was too detailed request, so thank you !♡

Platonic Hawks x Teen Reader w/ Autism

A/N: hi! Thank you so kuh for the request! I really enjoyed writing it. It hope this is what you were looking for. Please send it any more Hawks requests if you have any!

Hawks had met you though the sports festival at UA. After witnessing your match against Tokoyami and observing your quirk, he immediately took an interest in you. When he talked to Aizawa about you and Tokotami interning with him, though, he discovered something interesting.

“They don’t like adults?” he asked in disbelief. But then he shrugged. “Bad home life, I guess?”

Aizawa shrugged tiredly. “I’m not sure. From what I can tell, they have a decent home life. But they did tell us teachers that they’re autistic.”

Then it clicked for Hawks. “Oh, well that won’t be an issue!” he said with his signature smile. “I’m sure we’ll get along great.”

After talking more to Aizawa, both men agreed that it would be easier for you if you met Hawks before making any decisions on where you wanted to go. So they decided that Hawks would come to the dorms one evening to get to know you.

When that evening finally came, he walked into one of the private study rooms on the first floor to see you sitting alone with your favorite fidget toy in hand. Aizawa walked him to the door as they spoke. “I talked to Y/N,” the older man said. “Turns out you’re part of their hyperfixation at the moment.”

Hawks’ eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really?”

Aizawa nodded. “She’s been hyper fixating on anything biological. Their Biology grade has gone up a whole letter grade. All of their free-choice essays in English have been something biological. Their latest essay was on you and your quirk.”

They approached the door and turned to look at each other. Hawks smiled. “I have a feeling we’ll get along great.” And with that, he stepped into the study room.

You glanced up to him quickly before looking away, bouncing your leg. Hawks noticed how apprehensive you were towards him, and took things slow. “Hi,” he said softly. “May I sit?” You nodded slowly, and Hawks took a seat across from you. “I’m Hawks,” he introduced himself. “And you’re Y/N?” You nodded again, only glancing up every once and a while to meet his eyes. You messed with the fidget in your hands. There was a moment of silence before Hawks spoke again. “I understand you’re apprehensive of adults, yes?”

You hummed softly.

Keigo smiled gently. “Well, I’d just like you to know that I’m the most childish adult out there,” he said with a slight chuckle. “And I’d like you to come intern with me and my agency. But only if you’re comfortable.”

“Can I touch your wings?” you asked out of the blue, looking at his red wings hopefully.

Hawks was startled by your question, but smiled nonetheless. “Of course.” He extended his wings across the table between the two of you. Your soft hands gently brushed against his feathers, then pet them.

“I’ve been studying your quirk,” you said more confidently, making eye contact with Hawks for the first time. His sharp golden eyes soothed your worry. “I’ve been hyper fixating on biology, especially quirks like your’s and Miriko's, who mix human anatomy with animal biology.”

“That’s awesome,” Keigo smiles.

“I think that’s why I don’t hate you as much as I do other adults. I just don’t like them.”

“That’s totally understandable,” Hawks reassured. “If you’re ever uncomfortable around me, don’t be afraid to say something. I want to help you become a better hero, but I also want to help you become a better person. To help you get more comfortable with other people.”

You drew your hand back from his wings, offering a small smile. “I think I’ll join you,” you said quietly. “I think I can trust you.”

The longer you worked with Hawks, the more comfortable you became with him. And the more he learned about you, the more he did to make you feel comfortable with him. He kept fidget toys in his office at the agency. He even kept a few in his jacket pocket for if you needed one during patrol with him. Hawks’ favorite time spent with you was while you, Tokoyami, and himself were flying across the city, or even just sitting on a random rooftop, and you’d ramble about anything biological (he wouldn’t admit it, but he even started studying biology just so he could chime in every once in a while).

Keigo never made you interact with any adult you didn’t feel comfortable with. There were even times when you didn’t want to talk to him or be around him, so he’d let you stay behind at the agency with some of his other interns and learn how to do things that went along with running an agency.

Keigo was very flexible, and he made sure you were always comfortable around him.

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halfagone · 1 year

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What would Danny do for work?

I have a quick question to my fellow Danny Phantom fans... When you imagine Danny picking a career/job, what do you headcanon for him? And this is if he can't- for whatever reason- be an astronaut. This is a hypothetical question, it's not- like, going to affect any of my stories in the future or anything *chuckles nervously*

For me, it's always depended on the headcanon I choose for any particular story/AU. But that gets complicated when I have multiple headcanons that could offer opportunities for him.

For example:

Astrophysicist/Aerospace Engineer - He can't be an astronaut, but that doesn't mean he can't still do some kind of work that involves his love for space.

Engineer - In a similar vein, he could be a regular engineer. Especially if he takes after his dad, Jack, more and maybe even creates his own prototypes and inventions.

In a subset to engineer, in my story weekend wonders, Danny is majoring in biomedical engineering. This is because in this AU, the accident gave him chronic pain, and that's how he gained an interest in this field. This could also work great if he gets attention from the Justice League in a DP x DC crossover, or the Avengers in a DP x Marvel crossover; Danny could just as easily work with heroes who have disabilities or chronic pain from many decades of work as heroes. It helps that he personal experience with the same struggles, after all.

Translator - If you headcanon that Danny can understand a lot of languages (or maybe even them all) due to ghost speak, then Danny could totally use this to his advantage with work. Plus!! This offers many different avenues that could be used to your advantage. Want Danny to be connected to the UN in some way before debuting as Ghost King? Have him be a translator that works there. Want Danny to be busy often with his royal responsibilities/ghost fighting? Have him be a translator; he can work remotely or stay self-employed/on contracts.

Teacher - Danny doesn't have great experience with educational staff, so I could imagine him going into this field of work due to nothing but spite. And! He could teach ectobiology, or just ghosts in general. He could do so many topics: Biology, government, history, hell he could do a whole semester on how physics work in the Ghost Zone.

Blacksmith/Ironsmith - Okay, this one is more self-indulgent, but imagine if Pandora teaches him how to fight with a sword and then he gets obsessed with the sword itself that he wants to make one that's perfectly suited for him and this just dominos into going full-blown into this field. (Trade skills are still important, and sadly, don't get as much attention even when they can usually offer fairly decent pay without the thousands of dollars worth in student debt.)

Writer/Author - If you wanted him to be more artistic, he could be a freelance author/novelist or something similar. I feel like being an author would be one of the better choices for him because, again, if you were writing a story where Danny would be busy with a lot of other responsibilities, then he could largely work on his own schedule. Plus! I can totally imagine him hanging out in Long Now with Clockwork when his head is just full of ideas for a story but he wouldn't have the time to write it otherwise. So he kind of uses Long Now to get that time, but he can promise it's for a good cause, stop laughing, Clockwork!

Actor - I really love the concept of Danny being an actor, just for the laughs if nothing else. While this could be a pain if Danny does actually get famous, since that's a lot of media he would probably prefer not to deal with, the concept alone offers a great deal of shenanigans. And... if he does get a good movie deal, he could very well be set for life afterwards. He could be one of those one-hit wonders in television or something.

If anyone has other possibilities, feel free to add! My head is constantly spinning with even more ideas, I might just add some myself.

#danny phantom #danny phantom headcanons #danny fenton #this is a boy of many possibilities #i cannot choose one for the life of me #works for crossovers too!!

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heretolurkandnothingmore · 2 months

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Another tag game! 15 questions for 15 friends.

Three beautiful people tagged me in this one (@cottonraincoat @somethingsteff @willameena) thank you, friends! I am having criminal amounts of fun with these)) Let's see...

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes, actually! My great-grandma. My full name is a shortened version of hers, the same one family always used. We were like little Hertie and granny Hertie)

2. When was the last time you cried?

I get misty-eyed often, but my last full-blown wailing was weeks, if not months ago. Never could let my emotions out until they boil over.

3. Do you have kids?

None of my own, but it's complicated)

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Not really any. Not a sporty person. But I used to have swimming lessons for years! If there was a way to swim without needing to just go in laps at a constant speed, I'd start doing it again, too.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Not much in text, moreso in speech.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Usually some sort of detail, like wild curls, bracelets or just the general vibe. I don't like making eye contact.

7. What's your eye colour?

Dark brown with greenish spots, maybe? The eye contact thing includes my own reflection)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Are there any happy endings? Musical references aside, of course those. Horror is not my genre when it comes to movies)

9. Any talents?

Creativity, I guess? I mean, my art isn't half bad, that has to count for something. But then the desire to do art came naturally to me, not the skill itself.

10. Where were you born?

Same city block as mom and grandma, actually)

11. What are your hobbies?

Playing guitar, drawing, getting stuck in videogames. Reading books, when I manage to make my brain work.

12. Do you have any pets?

Two cats and a dog, yes!) All rescues. One of the cats is my dumb orange son. The other is an independent old man. The dog is a family pet))

13. How tall are you?

160-something centimetres, depends on how bad my slouching is at any given time.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Biology! I used to dream of being a scientist, but life went a different direction.

15. Dream job?

No idea. I hoped to be an illustrator by now, or dead in the ground. Worst case scenario I'll join the family legacy (teachers, the lot of them. for four generations straight) and become an art teacher.

So, this is it)) I can't in good conscience tag a whole 15 people! But anyone, especially my dearest mutuals, is invited to participate.

#tag game #hertie's text posts #personal

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 2 years

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On a Tuesday | p. 1 of 2

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Life had been a bit lonely – that is until Peter Parker brightened up your life. On a Tuesday. And when that friendship seems to fizzle out on a Tuesday? You’re sure the universe is playing some sort of trick on you.

Word Count: 8,700!

Warnings: Reader has she/her pronouns. Fluff. Eventual friends to lovers in the next part. Hurt and eventual comfort. Angst (a lot of angst, but it gets better). Uncle Ben’s death.

A/N: This story is a bit sadder than my other ones (sorry) but I really enjoyed playing with these characters and following their friendship over the years. Oh and I made some canon changes, like meeting Gwen and Harry in middle school rather than college. Thank you for reading, I love hearing what you guys think! <3

The universe had a funny way of working. Sometimes, it seemed ironic, leaving you with nothing to do but shake your head with a disbelieving sigh. And sometimes, the universe, purposeful and downright cruel or just bluntly uncaring, sharpened into a deadly point cutting along your heart and laughing in your pain.

It felt especially serrated at school. You had never enjoyed it all that much, mostly because of how lonely the hallways felt, despite how fast they moved as shoulders hit against yours without care or apology. Your parents also required a lot of help around the house with their double and triple shifts, your already bruised shoulders feeling too much weight as you ran home right after school to be there for them. This didn’t leave much time for friends, and the world felt safer if you kept your head down, slinking into your seat while avoiding anyone’s eyes.

By the time your parents found better jobs, and you finally got the courage to pick your head up, everyone had already made their friend groups, none of which included you. You spent the first day of middle school eating lunch by yourself and walking home with quick steps until the door shut behind you. The days passed this way, weeks and months alone in an isolating school ready to eat you whole.

It wasn’t until an overcast Tuesday well into the year that your life changed, though you didn’t know it at the time. Outside the classroom, the clouds allowed the dirty spring snow to rest a few days longer in its shadows, but you could see tiny blades of grass fighting to poke through into the light.

You would never admit it, but you thought back to that day a lot, the moment you officially met your saving grace. Sitting in biology, you were grouped into pairs for a project. This wasn’t the first time, but they had all been different. You would get the assignment done, keep the talking to a minimum, and hope that saying less would make the days pass easier.

But on that day, the teacher called your name along with Peter Parker’s. You had seen him around school before, always with his cute floppy head of hair and goofy smile talking to his friends Gwen and Harry. You had grabbed the project sheet and sat at a table next to him, beginning to hastily write in your notebook a list of ideas for the project. You planned to just push it over to your partner at the end and let him decide, but before you finished, you saw the eraser end of a pencil tap the top of your notebook. And finally, after too long spent shielding yourself from the clouded sky, you lifted your head to look at sunshine come to life.

Peter grinned, tilting his head at you. “I was going to ask if you wanna brainstorm ideas, but it looks like you’re already almost done,” he said.

You looked between the notebook and him, stuttering, “Oh, um, yeah, we can brainstorm if you want. What are you thinking?” You held your pencil above the paper, ready to record any ideas he said. You felt the way your hand shook a little, not used to making actual conversation with another student or the way his gaze felt on you.

He listed off a bunch of ideas, some far too advanced for this class and others that actually sounded interesting. You two decided on a project based on the spherification process, turning different drinks into semi-solid balls that can pop in your mouth like candy. The way he waved his hands in the air describing the principles that made this possible made you smile, excited for something school-related for once.

As the bell rang, Peter began packing up his things, hastily shoving everything crumpled into a ball into his backpack. “We can talk more about it at lunch if you want – my friends and I usually eat near the back,” he told you, practically offering you a hand up out of the hole you sat in with just his words. He said, “They’re gonna love talking to you!” while waving goodbye.

You gave a weak wave, your voice not quite finding the words to respond before he was gone. Watching him walk out of the classroom, his backpack still open and papers nearly falling out, you smiled and let out a breath you had been holding since the start of the year.

You thought back to that day as the start of so much. Peter’s friends really did love having you around, all three of them waving you over to their table at lunch. Gwen made it her mission to become your friend, determined to get some space from these obnoxious boys. They made you laugh and smile until your face hurt, and you sat there grateful for Peter and his neverending kindness toward everyone, especially you.

Gwen asked about your favorite color, where you lived, and what pets you had. But Harry, with a cold cafeteria pizza in his mouth, asked, “Okay, but if you turned into a dragon, what would it look like? Because we’ve all chosen our dragons. Mine would be white on the bottom and dark on the top like a killer whale, so it couldn’t be seen by prey or enemies.”

You thought about the question, a tad worried he would take your answer very seriously, but Peter said in between bites of applesauce, “Harry, whales are colored that way so they’re not visible from the top or bottom. Who is going to see your dragon body from the top if you’re flying all the time?”

“I’m sure there’d be humans coming to hunt me while I’m on the ground feasting!” Harry proclaimed, and the two of them got into a very scientific discussion on the camouflage patterns of dragons, making you laugh while Gwen rolled her eyes.

Leaving the cafeteria once lunch finished felt… empty. Almost like the few days after a vacation somewhere new, and you had to adjust back to normal life. Before you left the building at the end of the day, the three of them found you and invited you to go bowling that weekend. That day, you ran home as usual, but this time in excitement to tell your parents about your new friends when they got done with work.

They saw the way you bounced up and down, words falling out of your mouth too fast as you spoke about Peter, Gwen, and Harry. When they offered to drive you to the bowling alley and meet the other parents, the weekend couldn’t come fast enough, even though you still saw them at lunch every day.

There had been bowling alley food and drinks, and the bowling itself was fine, but your parents got to see your toothy smile they hadn’t seen in a while as you laughed with your friends. Most of it had been at gutter balls, but then a thundering crash sounded from the end of your bowling lane, your head turning to see who nailed a strike that fast.

That’s when you first saw Uncle Ben, who high-fived everyone and yelled, “Still got it!” He came last to Aunt May, who you had briefly met, their hands entwining while Peter went up to bowl his turn. You looked at everyone there and suddenly couldn’t wait to start your life with these people.

The four of you spent the next years inseparable, always at one another’s houses. You never went over to Harry’s much, though you knew better than to pry, given how he tensed when speaking of his father. But you all loved spending time at Peter’s, doing homework on the living room floor together until the afternoon sun began to stretch into the evening. The family dinners were your favorite.

Sitting around the table, you listened to Uncle Ben (who had basically become everyone’s uncle) tell stories of young Peter that left you doubled over laughing and Peter with red cheeks, which just made him look even more adorable. Aunt May would hush Ben, telling him to stop embarrassing the poor boy. A few minutes later, though, she’d always find more cute childhood pictures to show the three of you.

Harry’s favorite was one of Peter in just a diaper covered head to toe in cake and blue frosting, and Gwen pointed out one of him sitting on a pony at some birthday party. But the pointy birthday hat had fallen over his eyes, giving him a bit of a unicorn horn. Your favorite, though, was one of Peter holding hands with two adults, swinging up off the ground with the widest smile you’d ever seen.

You assumed it was May and Ben in the picture until you saw the way Peter stared at the photo, like he was trying to relive that moment in his head. It had to be his mom and dad holding on to young Peter’s little hands, and you could only imagine how he felt. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just rested your head on his shoulder, breaking him from his faraway gaze for a brief second. His usual grin returned as Aunt May brought out her famous wheat cakes.

He clapped his hands together and licked his lips obnoxiously, making you laugh and hit his arm lightly. You never knew the beauty of wheat cakes until coming to the Parker's house, but you weren’t one to turn down breakfast for dinner.

Then, as night grew closer, there was always a heavy sigh weighing on you, a pull to stay there, safe, at home with them. But you’d lay in bed hours later, excited for the next day when you got to see them again, a chorus of their laughs playing in your head as you fell asleep.

When the four of you entered high school, not much had changed, at first. Classes were a bit harder, but you had each other to lean back on. You all eventually got your driver’s licenses and drove back and forth between houses and the school, taking turns carpooling there or to the skate park and mall.

One night, Peter was driving the four of you back from a late-night showing of some action comedy you had all seen together. You looked into the back seat, finding Harry and Gwen both fast asleep. Gwen rested her chin on her hand while Harry’s head hung forward, which was sure to hurt when he woke up.

Turning your gaze back forward, you notice the flickering orange light of lamp posts passing through the car. They glowed against the night sky, making the stars twinkle a little brighter. You looked left at Peter, watching the way the light reflected against his glasses. You weren’t sure how it happened so slowly, but he had grown so much in the past few years.

He was taller, making his body somehow look even leaner than before. You liked how his hair swooped backward now that he had learned how to style it as something other than a mop covering his eyes. He had finally grown facial hair, though it was just a little stubble running along his cheeks. He had grown up so lovely right before your eyes, and you hadn’t seen it.

His head turned to look at you, his dark eyes catching yours. You instead peered at the road, your face hot, certain he had felt your staring. His sly grin grew, and you just laughed a bit, trying to bring yourself to hate how smug he looked, but you had always loved that smile of his. It felt brighter than any of the stars or lights surrounding you.

In a whispered tone, he asked, “How’d you like the movie?” His eyes never left the road, but you knew he was paying attention.

You leaned back against the headrest and let out a quiet sigh. “It was fun; those actors are always so funny,” you told him, glancing back at his face. “Though I’m not sure I could hear it very well with your loud laughing in my ear the whole time,” you said, a smile evident in your voice.

He let out a hushed scoff, “It was not that loud. It was much quieter than those stupid comments you kept making.”

You faked a gasp, “Peter, you know you love my jokes, even if they are dumb.” You both laughed, and that’s why you always leaned over to him to say a silly joke, to hear that beautiful laugh. The car fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way home, your heart feeling full and happy. You had wished, as always, to stay with them as he dropped you off at your house, but you just waved goodbye.

And just like you didn’t know that day you met Peter would change your life around, you didn’t know you were in the best times until they were over. As high school continued on, you began to see less and less of them over time. It started with a missed lunch here, a movie night cut short there, but each time one of you wasn’t there, you felt it.

You still tried meeting up for lunch and after school, but Harry threw himself into his studies (which you assumed he did to impress his father). You tried to console him and help him with homework, all of you did, but he withdrew into himself more and more with each passing day. He joined study groups, after-school programs, and tutoring until it became just the three of you then.

Until Gwen slowly shifted toward the student org she ran – the women in science club. She became president in no time and ran it beautifully, as you knew she would. You helped her make some flyers for events, and she still joined the lunch table once in a while, but you saw her with her club friends more and more often. Your side felt empty and cold without her leaning into it while trying not to spit food everywhere from laughing so hard.

And then it was two. You still enjoyed throwing cold fries and stale bread at Peter, sometimes still visiting his house (which you teased Peter by saying it was only because of his aunt and uncle). But at the lunch table, he would sometimes just sit there with his head on his hand. Sometimes, he’d stare into nothing, and sometimes, you’d catch him staring at MJ Watson sitting with her friends, most of them also in the theater program.

It wasn’t until Peter joined the photography club and started trying for that Daily Bugle internship that you really felt lonely. He’d run past you in the halls, yelling, “I can’t make it to lunch today!” just about every other day.

You found a couple of other students with similar interests as you, but they weren’t Peter, Gwen, and Harry. They didn’t make you forget your own problems at home or bring homemade wheat cakes during finals. It hit particularly hard on a cold Tuesday, the day you found out the news.

You didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but you had a sickly, gnawing feeling in your stomach as soon as you got to school. You texted Peter about plans for after school, but he didn’t return it. You searched for him around school, hoping to find him in his classes, but he was nowhere to be found. It was so unlike him to up and disappear without at least mentioning something, and he didn’t answer any calls either. You finally tracked down Harry and Gwen at lunch when you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed Harry by his sleeve and dragged him over to Gwen, where you interrupted her conversation, motioning her to follow with a pointed look. With a small huff, she got up after the two of you. Harry asked, “What is it?”

The three of you stood so close, and you could feel the heat coming off their bodies. It felt particularly hard in your stomach to remember you hadn’t been this close to them in a while. You breathed out a long sigh and grabbed their hands, squeezing them while saying, “It’s Peter. I can’t find him anywhere.”

That hard weight in your stomach sunk deep when you saw their furrowed eyebrows as they looked at each other. Gwen spoke up, “So?”

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and said, “I don’t know, he’s not answering my calls or anything. I just have this horrible feeling that something’s happened.” You knew it sounded melodramatic to them, but it was Peter. You all knew he’d be there for you if it was the other way around. At least you thought so, but everything else was changing…

You pulled at their hands, urging them to follow as you said, “Come on, we gotta go check his house. Check in with May to see if she knows anything.”

They started to move, but their steps stuttered and eventually dropped your hands. Gwen and Harry looked back at their lunch tables and at their new friends – friends they might now know better than you guys know each other.

Gwen spoke up first, softly saying, “We can’t just skip school like this. I mean, he might not even be there, or there might not even be anything wrong.”

Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah, he could just be sick for all we know. I can’t really risk getting in trouble right now,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “especially with how my dad’s been lately.”

You shifted back a little, your heart beating hard against your chest, the pounding ricocheting in your ears. “Are you serious? Guys, this is Peter. We wouldn’t do that.”

Gwen just said, “I’m sorry,” as she grabbed your hand and gave it a single squeeze. “We’ll swing by after school.” She bit her lip and corrected herself, “Actually, after the club’s meeting.”

You just pressed your mouth tight and turned around toward the Parker house, your home at one point. It wasn’t too far from school, and if nothing was wrong, you could make it back without missing too much.

Any explanations you were rehearsing in your head about why you randomly showed up at their house disappeared when you saw the cop car outside the porch steps. Running to the door, your whole body felt on edge, like it was building up to the teetering drop-off of a cliff. You knocked on the door, every second passing feeling much too long.

When the door finally swung open, any air in your body left at the sight of Aunt May with red eyes and a crumpled tissue in her hand. She broke down, throwing her arms around your shoulders while sniffling, “Oh, dear…”

You hugged her, rubbing your hand along her back and fearing that something had happened to Peter. Unsure of what to do about the shakes coursing through her body, you just stood there, holding her upright. Usually, it was her consoling you kids.

She pulled back, looking at you for a few moments before inviting you inside. You peered past her to see a police officer sitting at the kitchen table talking with Peter, who also had teary eyes. You knew better than to interrupt their conversation, but you couldn’t contain your relief and went running to him, enveloping him in a hug so tight it knocked the wind out of him.

“Peter, I’m so glad you’re okay,” you whispered, your cheek resting against his shoulder. You felt his hands wrap around you, but they were wavering. You pulled back, looking between him and the cop.

You heard May’s soft voice from behind you say, “It’s Uncle Ben. He was attacked last night, and,” her voice wavered, and she had to take a deep breath.

“And he was murdered by some monster.” You whipped your head back around to look at Peter, his hands balled into fists that he pounded into the table. Your eyes widened, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. A million questions raced through your mind as tears began to form.

The police officer motioned for you to sit down, moving the box of tissues closer to you. You took them as he explained some of the information they currently had on the incident. Your eyes glazed over as you listened, your body unable to keep up with everything while trying to come to terms that you wouldn’t get to talk with Uncle Ben again.

Peter exhaled a long breath beside you, and you moved your hand on top of his. You tried tracing small circles on his skin but felt his muscles tense. You lifted away from him, just barely ghosting over his hand. You turned to look at him, his face looking tired and his hair tangled from running his fingers through it repeatedly, but he refused to look back at you.

It wasn’t until the officer left that you even remembered Gwen and Harry. You turned to Aunt May, your mouth opening and closing before saying, “Is it okay if I tell the others to come over? I think they’d want to know, but it’s okay if you want to just be left alone.”

She gave a sweet smile and her eyes crinkled. “Of course, they’re family.”

You smiled back, warmed by her words even if it hadn’t felt like much of a family for a while. You texted them to get to the house as soon as possible, forgetting about clubs and school. You were afraid they wouldn’t answer or tell you that they couldn’t make it, but Harry texted a minute later that they were on their way.

May had been busying herself with tidying up the place and shooed you off when you offered to help. You let her be but felt strange as you saw Peter, who hadn’t moved in ages. You knew his mind was reeling, that look in his eyes only present when he was determined to solve something. It weirded you out a little, but there was a knock at the door before you could say anything.

You rushed to it and ushered Gwen and Harry inside. The next few hours passed in a blur of deep grief and reminiscing as the five of you tried processing everything. You repeated what the cop had told you, breaking down a few times at the unfairness of it all.

The three of you offered to help May and Peter out in any way you could. Gwen was already making a grocery list for them while Harry got to work on things they needed to plan the funeral. You vowed to come over every day for anything they needed, half-joking that you needed to keep Aunt May from cleaning the house so much it’d feel like living in a department store showroom.

She just laughed, pulling you three into a long hug. Gwen and Harry eventually got up to head home, promising they’ll bring everything tomorrow. You were quietly talking with May, about to leave as well, when you saw Peter finally stand up. He pushed his chair out far and walked toward the stairs with heavy steps and a clenched jaw. With furrowed eyebrows, you excused yourself and followed him upstairs.

“Peter! Peter, wait. Are you… okay?” You shook your head. “I’m sorry, that’s a bad question. I meant, can I help? Did you want to talk?”

He stopped right in front of his bedroom, turning to look you in the eyes for what felt like the first time in months. Maybe it was. He sighed and rubbed his hands across his face, his fingers curling into his skin as he let out a long groan. “No. I don’t want to talk. Thanks for the help and everything,” he said, his eyebrows raised and voice growing strained, “but I’m good. Just… I’ll see you at the funeral, okay?”

And before you can even respond, he walked into his room and shut the door hard enough to make you jump. You heard a quiet “sorry” from the other side, and then… silence, something you would grow accustomed to over time.

You came back every day with Gwen and Harry as promised, but you rarely saw Peter while helping with funeral preparations. You barely got to talk with Peter and May at the dreary funeral later that week, their minds occupied with grief and welcoming the many people that came from all over for Uncle Ben.

For the next several months, over the chilly winter season, you felt so far away from Peter. He came back to school the following week, but just his body. His mind was always elsewhere, his eyes staring at nothing when at one point, they seemed to hold everything. He skipped most lunches, but it felt just as lonely when he did join you. Harry and Gwen would sit by you guys when he showed up, but all conversation would fall flat as he only spoke a few words at a time, if at all.

You still visited their house occasionally, mostly to check up on Aunt May at that point. Winter rolled around before you knew it, and you tramped your way through the snow to bring some gifts to them. May brought you inside, taking your coat and pushing you toward the fireplace. You laughed, happy to see that she seemed better. Despite your protests to rest a little, she had been pouring herself into helping at the local soup kitchen.

“It keeps my mind and body busy. I’ll be okay,” she said, bringing you in for a hug and asking, “Now, dear, did you bring all these for us?” She gestured to the presents.

“Oh, yeah. Hanukkah presents for you and Peter,” you responded.

“I completely forgot. I’m so sorry,” she said. When you waved her off, she offered, “I did make dessert. Is that good enough?”

As soon as she said it, you smelled the wheat cakes from the kitchen. “Oh, May, that is more than enough. Thank you.”

“Great, let me just call Peter down,” she said.

While waiting, you looked around the house. It was a little messier, but not too much had changed, though it felt emptier, colder with only half of you there. The air changed just slightly once Peter walked down the stairs, his head down in his phone.

Despite everything, it still felt like a breath of fresh air whenever you saw him, like everything was going to be okay. You wished you could make him feel the same way. As the three of you sat down, May uncovered the pile of wheat cakes, the lid still keeping them warm.

You and Aunt May made talk here and there about classes and the weather, but once your stomachs were happy and full, she nudged Peter’s side. “Peter, it looks like we have some special gifts. Do you want to open them?” she asked.

She sounded like a mother speaking to a child, but it got him to finally look up at you and say something. “Oh, thanks.”

May scoffed at his answer and reached for a small present with her name scribbled across it. She opened it up and laughed, seeing the packet of homemade coupons you’d made. She flipped through it, pointing out some funny ones like “Free dad joke.” But she gasped when she saw others that you had snuck in there, like real coupons for people to come professionally clean or cook for them a couple times a year.

You said, “Gwen and Harry also chipped in for those; they’ve just been pretty busy lately.” A sorry smile spread across your face.

“This is so wonderful, thank you. It will be such a relief to get this place back in order,” she told you, squeezing your hand as she said, “and back to normal.”

You squeezed back, then said, “This one is for you, Peter, though I’m sure both of you will love it.”

Peter took the larger present, unwrapping it a bit haphazardly. He pulled the gift out, revealing a photo album. On the cover, it held a picture of all of you from years ago: Uncle Ben and Aunt May standing in the back while Gwen hopped on Peter’s back for a piggyback ride, and you and Harry were holding up “bunny ears” behind each other’s heads. You had set up a self-timer to get this one, and although it was chaotic, it was the best one you got. And it had always been your favorite.

You spoke up, pointing out pictures as Peter flipped through the pages. “It’s got all of our photos from over the years. There are some of us at the zoo, and there’s one of us hanging up Halloween decorations. Uncle Ben always hated that scarecrow we put up,” you said, laughing at a photo of him posing angrily next to it.

You heard May sniffle as she said, “Oh, it’s perfect. I can’t believe you kept all of these.”

Smiling back at her, you’re thankful they like it, though you noticed Peter getting that faraway look again as he stared at each of the photos. You patted his hand and said, “I left some open spots in case you wanted to add any other pictures. I think it’s missing one of you covered in frosting.”

A small grin graced his face, and it felt like the clouds had opened up just a little, letting in the smallest sliver of sunlight in. He talked about some of the other photos, the three of you reminiscing about all the great times.

As the night wrapped up, you gave both of them hugs. When you pulled away, though, you saw Peter return to that person you no longer knew. And you stared at him for a moment before waving goodbye, stepping out into the dark, snowy world, not knowing that was one of the last times you’d see him smile at you for years.

Months passed in a blur until a couple of weeks before the school year ended. You hadn’t seen much of Gwen, Harry, or Peter in a while, part of you just accepting this change. It hurt looking over at them and seeing their wide smiles with other friends, so you did your best to ignore them and keep your head down, like old times.

That was until everything came to a crashing halt. One morning, your parents announced that you would be moving at the end of the school year, across the country, where you would finish your last two years of school. They had gotten new jobs and could get a bigger house, finally giving the family a good life, as your father had put it, but you couldn’t care less. It felt like a punch to the gut, their words lost on your ringing ears.

You left the house early, your eyes filled with tears. You tried calming your erratic breaths in and out, but they didn’t want to cooperate. You found a park bench to sit on, staring at the grass against your shoes so no one saw your bloodshot eyes. And because it was so sunny out. There were so few clouds in the sky, the blue so stark against the piercing sun. It didn’t feel right for the birds to be singing, people cheerily chatting, and the sun to be so bright on a day like this. On a Tuesday.

You eventually made your way to school early, unable to sit with your tears much longer. Before the bell rang, you stood outside the school entrance waiting for them. The couple of people that would care, that needed to know.

You found Harry first. He sluggishly walked toward the school, headphones on and mind unaware of the world. You rested your hand on his arm, startling him from his daze with a small gasp.

“Hey!” you said with a small wave. He greeted back with a nod, looking at you expectantly, and the silence felt stifling. Clearing your throat, you asked, “I, um, hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school today? I have some news, and we could hang out at Peter’s like we used to.”

He breathed in through clenched teeth, squinting his eyes a bit. “I actually have a study group after school today. Maybe tomorrow?” he offered.

You bit your lip, some sort of emotion building in your throat, but you just agreed, saying, “Yeah, we can try that.” He nodded, putting on his headphones and leaving, barely a goodbye falling from his mouth.

Gwen came next. You felt unsure as she walked in with some other science students, but you were determined to tell her. Just like Harry, she offered an apologetic smile. “Today and tomorrow are fundraising events for the org. Maybe Thursday?”

You sighed and nodded your head, your chest welling up even tighter. Through the sea of students, you craned your neck to find Peter. Maybe he would at least say something to change this day around.

You caught a glimpse of his bouncing brown hair above everyone else, a smile spreading across your face at the sight. Taking quick steps over to him, you tapped his shoulder, but he didn’t stop moving. All he said was, “Oh, I won’t be–”

“Be at lunch, I know,” You said, cutting off his daily mantra. “This is about something else. I have some news I gotta share with you guys, but Gwen and Harry are busy until Friday. Would you be free then for all of us to hang out?” you ask, your heart filled with so much hope, pleading for him to say yes.

“Um…” he said, not looking at you. He finally stopped as he got to his locker, distractedly putting away notebooks and grabbing other ones. “Friday, Friday. This Friday? Uh, oh, actually I can’t. I have plans Friday,” he mumbled, closing his locker.

You’re about to open your mouth and ask what his plans are when he whipped his head to the side and stared with a smile so wide you thought he’d hurt himself. And in that brief moment, you felt that your heart was nearly going to explode from how happy he looked, a peacefulness you hadn’t seen in so long.

As you turned your head to follow his gaze, your heart instead deflated a bit. He stared head over heels at MJ walking toward the two of you. He said, “Well, actually, there are my Friday plans.”

You pursed your lips and nodded. In a hollow voice, you asked, “Next week, then?” You pushed your fingernails into your palm to distract yourself from the dam about to burst inside you.

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. You were almost positive he didn’t even hear what you said, and you turned to walk down the hallway before he could utter another word. You even tried texting them later that day to confirm plans but received vague thumbs-up emojis or a “K.”

And it was on that too-sunny Tuesday that it felt that your friendship with them as you knew it had ended. You thought about texting them a million times, but you were tired – tired of being the one holding on so tight when they would rather let go. So you didn’t tell them.

Those last few weeks at school seemed like it had all those years ago. Your eyes barely seemed to leave the ground, and you stayed up in your room more often than not when you got home every day. You slowly began packing up the house, the walls and floors looking so empty as the day you would shove your life into a car grew closer.

And though you were still sad or angry or both at your friends, a few days before you left, you were determined to say something to them about your departure, about this end of an era that had already ended. You planned to stop at their houses, one by one, and say goodbye. You wrote up some letters in case they weren’t home to explain your feelings – to Harry, Gwen, Peter, and Aunt May. It somehow felt better than sending off a text or a voicemail since they rarely answered calls anyway.

You first went to Harry’s, the enormous house standing menacingly over the city. You hadn’t expected him to be home, probably at some study group or event his father required him at, and you were right. Instead, a woman who worked for the family answered the door and let you know that Harry was occupied elsewhere.

You handed her the letter with his name neatly printed on the envelope and thanked her for passing it along to him. You mostly had written about what you hoped for his future life, that you would be sad to miss out on seeing the incredible person you knew he was meant to be. You reminisced here and there but tried keeping it light.

As you said goodbye to the woman, you saw a man pass through the hallway. His tall figure turned to you, and you knew it was Norman Osborn staring indignantly at you. And then the door shut, and you turned around with your heart in your throat.

You arrived a bit later to Gwen’s house, and the realization that you were hoping she wasn’t home had you biting your lip. She had once been so happy to have a girl to be friends with, and it had sometimes been hard seeing her have so many that weren’t you. As you pulled up to her street, your stomach dropped a little at seeing how many cars were outside the house.

Knocking on the front door, you found that not only was Gwen home but so was nearly the entire women in science club. Her father opened the door, a look of shock and happiness on her face. “Oh! What a sight for sore eyes! Come in, come in. I didn’t know you were part of Gwen’s club.”

Your words didn’t come easy, but you stumbled out, “Oh, I was actually just here to talk to Gwen, but she seems busy.” You looked past his shoulder and saw her standing in front of the other women, looking like she was practicing a speech with a tall stack of notecards. “Would you be able to give this to her?”

You handed him the envelope. It had her name and some small doodles on the outside. Her dad nodded, taking the letter and giving you a smile before you walked away. Back in your car, you closed your eyes for a few moments and let out a long breath. Most of what you had written was about your happiest memories with her and some of the pride you felt at seeing her become so successful already, not that you were surprised. You had also enclosed a purple hand-pressed flower that you two had made years ago, the rest of them now packed away, as you couldn’t bring yourself to leave them.

And then, you found yourself in front of Peter’s house, parking in the same spot on the street as you always did, only doing so usually felt much happier. Your heart beat in time to your rapid knocking on their door, but it calmed the second your eyes fell upon Aunt May. With an excited “Oh!” she immediately pulled you in for a tight hug and invited you in. Stepping across into the house felt like coming home.

She got to work on offering drinks and snacks as she always did. “I have time to make these fancy snacks now since I don’t have to spend time cleaning. Thank you again for that; it truly is a gift that keeps on giving,” she said, patting your back. “It’s been especially nice since Peter hasn’t been around as much lately to help out.”

Your eyebrows raised, concerned that he had been absent from both school and home. “Speaking of Peter, is he here at the moment?” you asked with a bouncing leg and fingers tight against the letters in your lap.

Her voice sounded quieter, though you hoped it was because her back was to you. “No, he’s out somewhere. Sometimes it’s with that sweet girl MJ, but sometimes he’s been elsewhere,” she said, turning to look at you. “He won’t tell me what’s going on, but he’ll come back bruised, and I’m afraid he’s in trouble. You haven’t seen anything at school, have you?” You shook your head, eyes cast down at the table as you traced a finger along the wood grain. “No, I haven’t really seen much of him there. Is he okay?”

She sighed, putting her head in her hand. “I think so? But I really don’t know with that boy. After Uncle Ben… he’s changed.”

Giving a small nod, you cleared your throat and said, “He’s tough. I’m sure he’s taking care of himself. I, um, I just came by to tell you guys the news. My family is moving, and we leave in a couple of days.” You finally bring your gaze to look at hers, and you almost wish you hadn’t when you see the way her face dropped.

“Oh, dear,” she whispered before crossing the room to you and holding you. The tears that had held in for weeks finally let loose as she wrapped her warm arms around you. She let out quiet shushes and rubbed your back. You eventually pulled back, and she took your hands in hers. You stared down at the sunspots and loving wrinkles adorning the back of her hands and up her body.

Your tears turned to occasional sniffles, and you handed Peter’s letter to May, asking her to pass it along to him. She carefully took it, her fingers rubbing against the ink of his name with a frown. “I’m sure he will love the letter, but I will make him call you. You deserve a real goodbye, love.”

“It’s okay, May. We don’t really talk much anyway, so I think this is a fine goodbye for us,” you said, your teeth chewing on the inside of your mouth. It turned into a small smile at thinking of what you had written. It was filled with old memories that made you laugh, but it also held your confession and gratitude for how Peter forever changed your life. It was a sappy letter full of love and regret, and you were glad to not have to say any of it out loud.

You were drawn from your thoughts as May spoke up again, saying, “You know, I really do love this Mary Jane. He seems happy with her, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t expect you and him to be together one day.” When you just looked at her with a blank face, she said, “He looked at you with what can only be described as love. Uncle Ben used to have that same look.”

Her words knocked a breath from your chest, and you were too exhausted and unhappy to really entertain the thought of Peter liking you. You were leaving, and that would be the end of it. May, sensing your quiet internal battle, stood up and got to work in the kitchen. While taking out the ingredients, she said, “How about one more batch for old time’s sake?” The two of you ate the wheat cakes in content silence, and you looked at this woman who had become your own aunt, practically your mother, and knew that’s where Peter got his unending kindness from.

A few days later, your family began packing up the car and a trailer of course, of course, on the Tuesday after school ended. Your dad hoped to make it to your new home by the weekend and get settled by that Monday. Sweat pilled on your forehead as you lifted box after box. You were thankful for the heat and work to do to distract yourself from being washed away at the sight of your emptying house.

After setting another box labeled “FRAGILE” into the trailer, you turned around to find Gwen pulling up, tires screeching as she parked crooked and raced out of the car. Her voice rose high as she shouted, “What is this?” She ran to you, holding the letter tight in her hands. “I mean, you’re just up and leaving?”

You opened your mouth to answer but closed it as a sleek car pulled, one you recognized as Harry’s. He popped out of the car, his eyes locked on yours. He was out of breath and his hair wild as he approached the two of you. You had written the time you were planning on leaving but couldn’t help but feel sad that they didn’t read the letters until right before you were meant to drive away.

Harry looked at Gwen and the letter in her hands. “Oh, you got one too! So this isn’t some terrible joke you’re pulling on us?” he asked in disbelief, his eyes scanning over the trailer and boxes.

You played with the hem of your shirt and looked anywhere but them, afraid it would let everything loose. “I tried telling you guys earlier, but…” you said and let out a long breath. You debated letting all your anger and tears out, but you couldn’t destroy everything right before leaving, so you sugar-coated it. “We never got together, and you guys were pretty busy. I just thought it’d be easier this way.”

As Gwen pulled you into a hug, and you soon felt Harry’s body join in, you whispered, “I’m going to miss you guys.” You willed yourself to keep it in, to just focus on the way Gwen’s hair brushed against your skin and the way Harry’s breath tickled against your ear, and the fact that they showed up to say goodbye. You tried to sear this moment in your mind.

When the three of you pulled back, they offered to help you pack things into the trailer. Your parents were ecstatic to see them, inviting them in for some car ride snacks and bottled water. In an instant, you were back in middle school again, cracking jokes and messing with each other.

A little bit later, you found yourself outside trying to pack a lamp at just the right angle with Harry. It was just the two of you out there, Gwen inside helping your parents grab the very last things. You finally got it to fit perfectly and high-fived each other with wide smiles.

As his grin faded, he cleared his throat and said, “I came to say goodbye, obviously, but I also wanted to say thank you.” At your furrowed eyebrows, he continued, “Thank you for what you said in the letter, I mean. I can get pretty lost in my own head sometimes, and I’m grateful when you bring me back.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, knowing you didn’t have to say anything. He knew you’d always be there for him. Gwen and your parents came back out, and it was time. She came and gave a final hug, weepily saying, “You better send us pictures of out west, or else.”

It gets a teary laugh out of you, and you responded, “As long as you send pictures of you as valedictorian or the president of the U.S., whichever happens first.”

The three of you said your goodbyes, and it took a bit long to finally let go. In the embrace, you still peered out on the street, looking for one last car to show up. But it never did. You eventually got into the car and waved at Gwen and Harry as it pulled away. Trees and grass and buildings and people you had come to love passed by in a blur. You let out a long sigh, thinking of whether your letter to Peter just wasn’t enough for him to show up.

Peter,

I hope you’re doing well.

I feel like I should know how you’re doing, but it seems lately that we are on two different islands, like there’s an ocean between us or something. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic for describing our friendship, but I wish I could’ve visited your island more often.

Would it be dramatic to say you changed my life? I hope you remember that day we were paired up for that science project because I’ve never forgotten – not the way Dr. Pepper exploded all over you or the way you invited me into your life. The Parkers became a second family to me, to all of us, and I could never repay you for that kindness.

I’m sure by now you have that classic Peter look of confusion on your face, wondering why this letter feels like a goodbye. Do you know that one Winnie the Pooh quote that goes “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” In looking for a bit of the bright side in this dark sky, I guess the distance between us has made saying goodbye a little less hard.

The bottom line: I’m leaving on Tuesday, sometime before noon. We’ll be across the country by the weekend, and I’ll finish up school there. I planned to tell you all in person, but I guess we never quite found the right time. Between you and me, I still think about how our friendship could’ve been. How we ended up here. What we could’ve done differently to get that happy ending.

I hope you come to say goodbye or at least harass me while I pack my stuff. I miss the way things were, Peter. How it felt so easy for the four of us, how easy you made my life. But our friendship doesn’t feel easy anymore, and I’m not sure I can keep our friendship alive by myself. Hopefully, I’ll be here for you again when you come back to us.

I still wonder where you went after that night, mentally I mean. I’m so sorry about everything with Uncle Ben. He truly was a beacon of light, and I still see that in you. And though you never talked to us about it, I sincerely hope you figure things out someday.

And also figure out how special you are. You truly have a gift to be shared with the world. Can’t wait to see you in the news one day. Go easy on yourself, and please give Aunt May some extra hugs for me while I’m gone.

You had drawn a quick heart at the end with watery eyes and attached old photos of the group, your favorite memories scribbled onto the back. You hoped the tears that had fallen on the page were dry now and unnoticeable.

The welcome sign to the next city flew past the car, and you laid back against the headrest. You guess all it took for your friends to reunite was your leaving, and yet it wasn’t enough for Peter to show. You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. In that bumpy car ride, leaving your home and a piece of your heart there, you promised this would be the last time you let Peter make you feel this way.

And you didn’t know it until years later, but Peter did show up. His ratty car sputtered onto the street and parked halfway in the grass, the other half making it in the driveway. Neither you or your family were there, your car having left just an hour earlier. But you had already blocked his number in your determination to keep him from breaking your heart again. As your eyes stared out the window, watching the way the world passed by, you refused to look back.

Part two

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A STORY FOR 🎃🕸TDDK HALLOWEEK 2023!🕸🎃

Based on Day 2 Prompts: Mirrors / Haunted / "Ghosts never speak till spoken to."

SUMMARY:

“You came back?” Was the first thing that the mirror said, a curious expression on his face. “I thought that you were done here?”

“What are you?” Todoroki asked, ignoring the mirror’s question.

“I already told you, I am a ghost.”

“I spent my whole weekend researching supernatural stuff, my google looks like I am ready to be a ghost hunter, but things still don't make sense! Your existence still doesn’t make sense!” Shouto spilled, his frustration at the topic leaking with every word. “I can see you, but I can’t prove your existence with numbers or logic! And this is so weird, because, what the hell am I doing?! Talking with a mirror?! The only logical explanation here is that I am finally crazy!”

Woah!, Shouto thought, surprised by his own outburst. Last time that he got to say so much in just one breath was at Asui’s 18th birthday party when he got really drunk, and was explaining why people should eat soba instead of ramen.

Or, a TodoDeku story where Todoroki talks with a ghost trapped inside a mirror.

Ao3 link:

“Did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“What?! You didn’t hear about it?!”

“About what?!”

“It appeared!”

“What appeared?!”

“The ghost!”

…

Medical student Todoroki Shouto was a science type of person. Math, biology, physics and chemistry make a lot of sense, you can prove stuff using logic, numbers, chemical experiments, and you can show people that a bacteria exists using a microscope.

As long as you can give concrete proofs about something, that exists. It's not a rumor or gossip. Numbers and logic don’t lie. It shows you a fact, and even if you don’t understand why you should use that formula, as long as you use that, anyone will have the same result.

It is a fact. It is rational.

But that is his opinion, as a logical person. People are free to believe in whatever they want, but Shouto just didn’t understand why other people were so adamant on believing in…ghosts.

For some reason, since he arrived at his class that morning, the students from all departments were gossiping about the oldest building in the campus - the one that right now was under renovation. From what Shouto heard so far, something, a ghost of all things, showed up there.

He didn’t care about it, zombies and vampires could be spotted around the old building and he still wouldn't care, so he ignored the rumors and continued his day. Or so he did until lunchtime.

“So, Tsuyu-chan told me that Toga-chan told her that someone from the art department went to the oldest building in the campus because of a bet.” Uraraka said as soon as she sat at their regular table in the gardens.

“Oh, is that about the rumors that I’ve been hearing since morning?” Yaoyorozu asked, unwrapping a big sized (and really expensive looking) bento. “About the ghost?”

Todoroki had to control himself, or he would roll his mismatched eyes over this ridiculous gossip.

“I also heard about it.” Jirou commented, pointing her chopsticks at no one in particular. “And the students are also posting a lot of comments and stories about the rumors on the official students page on twitter.”

“Even the teachers had their own opinions about it.” Iida added, fixing the position of his glasses on his face. “Hizashi-sensei was yelli- I mean, sharing his ideas for 10 minutes.”

“This is ridiculous.”

Four pairs of eyes turned to look at the white and red haired boy, who was munching his soba undisturbed by the stories.

“A ghost. Really?”

“Come on Todoroki! You don’t have to sound so annoyed. It’s just for fun.”

“I just can’t understand what is so fun, Jirou.” He admitted, expression serious. “Why do people insist on telling stories about ghosts? It doesn't even exist, it’s so obvious it is a lie, and everyone still gossip and speculate about it.”

“Woah! Sometimes I forget that you are the ‘it doesn't exist until it’s proved the opposite’ type of person!” The short haired brunette girl whistled amused by her friend's comment. “But anyway, it’s not a lie.”

“And how do you know?” He arched a perfect red eyebrow. “Where is the proof?”

“It’s not a lie, but I also didn't say it’s true. It’s a rumor.”

“...It’s a lie.”

“Todoroki-san, just because you don’t believe it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” Yaoyorozu interrupted, her voice soft and understanding. “I know that you are skeptical about this kind of stuff, but some people believe and you have to respect it, okay?”

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“I know.”

“But.” He added. “I just don’t…understand.”

“I know what you mean.” Iida seconded. “I am a math and physics student, so I understand that logically speaking, ghosts and the supernatural in general are something that challenges everything that we learn.”

“Oh guys, come on!” Ochako grunted. “You don’t have to believe! Just think that this kind of story appears once in a while for the college student’s fun experiences! I mean, remember back in our school days when people were always gossiping about the School Seven Mysteries? Here at college it is not so different!”

“Uraraka is right, you don't have to believe." Kyouka nodded. "I don't believe it either because I never saw a ghost or whatever, but still, it is fun when people do courage tests and other events."

Well, Todoroki could agree with it. It was fun to see Kaminari and Ashido, two of their high school friends, run around the forest after being hit with a piece of konjaku during a courage test during their senior year.

"By the way, what are the rumors saying?" The tallest girl in the group asked. "I didn't hear about the specifics about the rumors…I was too worried about the mock test…"

"Well, Tsuyu-chan said that this art student went to the storage in the old building because they lost a bet."

"You already said it." Todoroki commented.

She didn't mind Todoroki and continued.

"The thing is, there is a story about a mirror in the storage room."

"A mirror?" Iida sais retorically.

"There's a rumor…"

"Again a rumor…"

"Be quiet, Todoroki!" Jirou snapped.

"...that says that the spirit of a student is locked inside the mirror, and if you call it, it will answer any question. Some people say that it can even tell you about your future."

"And what do we need to say to call it?" Momo asked, genuinely curious about the story.

"Mirror mirror of mine."

They stared at Uraraka.

"What?" Jirou asked dumbfound.

"Yeah, I know, kind of a Snow White punchline, but that's what the rumors say!"

"Seems like Snow White will show up in the mirror." Shouto lips curved up, amused. "Or the seven dwarfs."

"As long as it is not the Evil Queen, anyone is okay." Ochako giggled. "But anyway, the thing is, the student said these words, and something really showed up in the mirror!"

"His reflection. It's a mirror." Came Todoroki dry comment, but his friends ignored him as Ochako continued the story.

"Unfortunately, the student freaked out and left, so we don't really know if the ghost in the mirror can tell you about the future or something like that." She sighed disappointed.

"That's a shame." The ponytail girl said, a hand on her cheek. "If this is true, I would like to know what I am doing in the future so I can prepare better."

"You already do good enough, Yaomomo." The short black haired girl tried to cheer her best friend, patting her on the back. “But it does sound like the kind of story that people would gossip around the campus.”

“Don’t you think so?!” The brunette exclaimed. “If I wasn’t already scared of the old building alone, I would like to take a peek at the mirror and ask the ghost how I can become rich!”

“It’s a mirror.” Todoroki repeated. “It will show your image, and that’s already an answer for your question. Only you can make yourself rich.”

Uraraka rolled her eyes.

“So why don’t you go there and tell me if it’s real or not?”

“Why should I?”

Their friends looked back and forth from those two, clearly, something interesting would come now.

“You want proof that ghosts don’t exist, so go to the old building and call the ghost.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“No, this is science.” Ochako grinned. “You prove theories by trying them, right? So say ‘mirror mirror of mine’ and see what happens. You will prove a point, and entertain your curious friends! It’s a win-win situation!”

Mismatched eyes stared at the brown ones for a moment.

Todoroki sighed.

“Fine.”

…

The sky was already a dark shade of orange and purple when Shouto’s classes ended that day. His friends were probably gone by now, fridays were the days that his classes last longer than the other majors, and no matter how much his friends love him, they definitely love their early freedom on fridays more.

He was tired, and had a lot of homework and a new project to start, but when he was passing by near the old building, the conversation with Uraraka came to his mind.

Proof.

If he goes inside now, he can show Uraraka that rumors are rumors and that ghosts don’t exist, and the earlier he does it the better, or Uraraka would definitely say something like he is afraid of entering the building or whatever.

He approached the building and pushed the door open, a loud crack sound echoed in the empty hallways, and for a split second Todoroki thought that this scenario looked like one from a horror movie that his friends forced him to watch years ago.

There were a lot of paint cans, wood and other tools like hammers and saws scattered around, after all, the college was indeed renovating the building, but no one was there, probably all the workers left early. Well, it’s friday.

“By the way.” Todoroki abruptly stopped walking, mismatched eyes looking around. “Which room has the mirror?”

Of all things to forget, he forgot to ask Uraraka where he was supposed to find the mirror.

…

The sun was long gone when he finally found a storage room for the theater and arts department. The room was filled with costumes, boxes with makeup, brushes and paint, there was some cardbords and signs stacked in one of the corners of the room, but the flashlight of his phone wasn’t good enough to distinguish what was written or draw on them, and Shouto didn’t want to turn on the lights of the building, the last thing he wanted was the security coming by and ask what he was doing there.

Going deep inside the storage, something reflected the light of his flashlight.

A mirror. A full length mirror hanging on the wall.

“Must be this one.”

A rectangular mirror with a golden frame. There was a crack from the top right corner to the bottom left corner, slightly distorting his reflection. Shouto put his phone on the floor and grabbed the mirror, taking it from the wall and turning it around to take a look behind it. It was heavy, but then again, the mirror was glued at a wood surface.

He inspected the object for a full minute, but nothing was wrong with it. It was a normal old mirror that the arts department probably dropped, but was too lazy to throw in the trash.

There’s just one thing left to do. Todoroki thought, putting the mirror back at the wall.

He stared at his reflection, his mouth opened.

“Mirror mirror of mine…” What was he supposed to say now? A question? What should he ask? He didn’t have anything in particular to ask anyway. “...Is there anyone more beautiful than me?”

Okay. What the hell just came out of his mouth? He joked about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, but his brain must have had a really bad short circuit, because what the hell he just said?! Thank God no one was there to hear that…

A giggled.

…or so he thought.

“Who is there?” Shouto called, eyes looking around the room, because he heard someone giggled.

“Well, so far, you are the prettiest person I have ever seen." Someone said, voice muffled. "But this is just my opinion."

The college student turned his head, once more looking at his reflection in the mirror, this time though, his reflection was not alone.

Big emerald eyes, curly and fluffy green hair, cheeks painted on freckles that looked like stars, and an amused but sincere smile.

"Hello!" The boy in the mirror said when their eyes met, the smile still playing on his lips.

Todoroki flinched. WHAT.THE.HELL?

"Oh, you are the first one that doesn't run away on the spot!"

There must be a logical explanation for this, Todoroki told himself, because how is it possible that...that...an image(?) was talking with him?

"Hum...? Hey?" The mirror waved a hand. "Are you okay? Oh, please, just don't pass out here!"

"I..." He cleared his throat. "I won't." Shouto found his voice again, mismatched eyes never leaving the mirror.

"Thanks god! I was really worried for a second!" And the mirror sighed like he was really relieved.

Shouto studied the mirror again. Was it really a mirror? Maybe it was a screen and someone made a really good job programming an A.I?

"I am not a TV, app or A.I." The green haired boy said amused, and Shouto flinched again, surprised that he was muttering.

"So..." He couldn't believe what he was about to ask. "...what are you?"

"Not 'Who are you' but 'What are you' ..." The boy paused. "I would like to say that I am a person, but people call me a ghost."

A ghost.

Hah. Great.

"Ghosts don't exist." Shouto denied, not wanting to believe in what he was looking at right now.

The boy in the mirror blinked a few times, pointed a finger at his own face, and arched an eyebrow.

"But I am right here...?"

"You're not a ghost."

"If I am not one, then what exactly am I?"

"...I don't know... yet ."

"Oh! I see!" The mirror snapped a finger, face suddenly lighting up. "You are shocked! Or just in denial!"

"I am not!" Todoroki grunted. What was happening? He was arguing with a mirror? He must be dreaming or gone insane! Where was the logic that he liked so much?

"Sure~"

Was the boy in the mirror sassing him?

"Anyway, did you just come here to ask me that?"

"What?"

"I mean, did you really ask me the same question that the Evil Queen used to ask her mirror?"

"I didn't know what to ask." Todoroki replied dryly, and then added. "And I didn't believe or expect that something would answer me at all."

"Well, I answered, so what do you want to do now?"

Shouto stared at the boy, analyzing him. Now that he calmed down and was trying to better assess the situation, he could see that the boy was wearing some kind of costume, like a jumpsuit, and black ironed shoes. The green haired boy was probably shorter than him and around his age. If this was some kind of prank, the mirror boy sure was doing a good job.

"I am leaving." Shouto said suddenly, grabbing his phone that was still on the floor, and turning his back to the mirror.

"Oh." He heard, and it sounded really sad. "Bye bye."

The red and white haired college student closed the door behind his back and quickly left the building.

...

Todoroki didn't tell his friends about the mirror. He spent all weekend searching for logical explanations for what happened at the old building, because as a scientific person, how could he accept that whatever he saw that day was a…ghost?

No. No way.

There must be a logical answer for that. So he researched, and researched and researched. The algorithms for his google showing now, articles about ghosts and other supernatural figures, people trying to hunt said ghosts or communicate with them.

When monday arrived, Todoroki did his best to avoid his friends, because right now he was a man on a mission to prove that whatever was that person he saw in the mirror, was not a ghost.

…

Shouto lied to Iida, saying that he would go to the college library to study for a mock test, and being a serious student, Iida nodded and walked away, proud of his best friend.

Now, the half white and half red haired student was standing in front of the mirror, on a late monday afternoon, glaring at his own reflection and waiting for the green haired boy to show up.

“Hey, where are you?” Shouto said, but the mirror was still only showing his reflection. He pondered for a second. Was the ‘mirror mirror of mine’ a condition for the other boy to show up? He should try. “Mirror mirror of mine, where are you?”

He blinked, and on the next instant, green eyes were staring back at his own mismatched ones.

“You came back?” Was the first thing that the mirror said, a curious expression on his face. “I thought that you were done here?”

“What are you?” Todoroki asked, ignoring the mirror’s question.

“I already told you, I am a ghost.”

Woah! , Shouto thought, surprised by his own outburst. Last time that he got to say so much in just one breath was at Asui’s 18th birthday party when he got really drunk, and was explaining why people should eat soba instead of ramen.

“...Are you done?” The mirror asked.

“...Yes.” The student answered, sitting in front of the mirror.

“What is your name?”

“Todoroki Shouto.” There was a pause. “And you?”

“Well…I am not really sure.” The boy said sincerely. “But I remember someone calling me Midoriya something. Well, something that sounds like Deku.”

“Deku?” Shouto parroted. “That…sounds mean.”

“Yeah, I know. But if this is my name…well, that’s fine.” The mirror, Midoriya, shrugged. “Why…did you come back? People usually leave here crying and shouting and never come back, but you…are here.”

“I am trying to understand your…existence.” And Shouto was trying really hard. “People die, and that’s it. The end. There’s no life after you die.”

“Some things can't be explained. And I am some kind of proof, right? After all, you can’t really pinpoint why I exist, and I don’t think any scientist would understand either, I don’t understand, and I’ve been here for a while.” Deku commented, but there was no arrogance in his voice, he was just saying what he really believed.

“How long? I mean, how long have you been trapped?”

“Hum…that’s a difficult question.” Midoriya looked pensive. “After a while you kind of lose track of the time, since I can only appear if someone says those Evil Queen’s speech. So, yeah, it could be days, months or years, but I bet that I’ve been here for a couple of years.”

“That…sounds…”

“Sad? Lonely?”

“I was about to say boring, but it fits too.”

This time Midoriya laughed, and Shouto couldn't control the small smile that appeared on his own lips.

“Yes, it is boring, but most of the time I feel like I am asleep, dreaming about a world and people that I can’t remember after waking up…so yeah, but I can manage something. It’s not like I’m gonna die…again.”

“Don’t you…want to be free from the mirror?” Shouto asked, taking a look at the golden frame. “Find the light or something like that?”

“Of course I want to, but I don’t even know why I am here!” The mirror boy replied, biting the inside of his cheek. “Maybe I died in front of a mirror and my soul got trapped, people say that mirrors have this power. Or maybe I am cursed? Or I am the real Evil Queen’s mirror!”

“...Don’t be ridiculous.” Todoroki deadpanned. “And how do you know this kind of stuff? I had to do plenty of research to find some legends about mirrors and their power.”

“I am amnesiac, not dumb.” Came the reply, and then the laughter. “I don’t know either, I like to think that I was curious about a lot of stuff when I was alive, and even if I forgot my name, I still have the knowledge that I got during my life.”

“Remembering your name would be better.”

“Maybe yes, maybe no. There’s no way to know.”

They went silent, Deku humming a soft melody that Shouto never heard, but it was nice.

“Do you…want to know your name?”

Emerald eyes stared at him.

“What?”

“I said, do you want to know your name?”

“Well, of course I want to, but how…”

“I will do some research, try to find a clue about you, and with luck, we can get a name.”

“Would you…do something like this…for me?” Shouto didn’t know that a ghost or mirror could cry, but the small droplets at the corner of Midoriya’s green eyes were tears. No mistake.

“If I can’t explain rationally stuff like ghosts, I would like to at least prove that someone by the name ‘Midoriya something like Deku’ one day was a living person.”

“Thank you.” Midoriya said between sobs, hands trying to stop the tears that keep falling. “Thank you.”

And for the first time since all that crazy experience started, Shouto felt like something was right.

...

The days passed by, and Shouto would visit Midoriya every day. It was fun, Midoriya was a good listener and was really intelligent, he would always give Shouto his opinions on the papers that a teacher would score, and mutter over small things.

Shouto didn't even notice when he stopped caring about the logic behind Midoriya's existence.

...

“Another test?!” Uraraka exclaimed, clearly indignant. “How many mock tests have your teachers passed you in the last two weeks?!”

“I lost track after the third one.” Jirou commented, not really giving a shit about Todoroki’s possible suffering. “That’s medical students for you.”

“Ugh! This way you will never have enough time to check the old building!” The brunette complained, and Shouto had to control his usual stoic expression. “The rumors are already dying, and I still don’t have an answer about the mirror!”

“Rumors are rumors anyway.” Todoroki said, not letting a single amused tone of voice escape his lips. “And if you are so curious, just go there by yourself and check it out.”

“No way! I am scared!” She cried, arms around her shoulders, trying to protect herself from an invisible threat. “What if something really shows up?”

“Then scream and run away.” He answered. Shouto wondered what Midoriya would say to whatever Uraraka asked about.

Yaoyorozu placed her chopsticks down, and stared at Todoroki for a moment, but it was long enough for Shouto to realize that the ponytail girl was looking at him.

“Something is wrong, Yaoyorozu?”

“No, not really.” The tall girl said, but her eyes still had a curious light in them. “I just feel like usually you would answer a little bit different that kind of question.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said ‘Then scream and run away’ , when usually you would say ‘Nothing's gonna show up’ .”

“Ah. That’s true.” Iida agreed. “That would sound more like Todoroki-kun.”

“Heh~” Ochako hummed, amused. “Have you finally accepted that a ghost may exist, Todoroki-kun?”

“I never said that.” He stated, trying his best to keep his cool. “I just gave you a logical solution for a hypothetical situation. Or would you stay put and wait for something to jump on you like those stupid people from horror movies?"

“Of course I would run away! No way that I am dying like that!”

“I thought so.”

“Yaomomo, that is a totally Todoroki kind of answer.” Kyouka nudged her taller friend.

“I guess so.” Momo sighed and went back to her lunch.

Crisis averted.

…

“Why do you wear a jumpsuit?” Todoroki asked one day.

“Hum…I wonder why…” Deku answered. “But they are pretty comfy.”

“It’s weird.”

“No, it’s cool! Makes me look like a superhero!”

“Are you a kid?”

“I look around your age though?”

…

“Why do we need to say ‘Mirror mirror of mine’ to call you?”

“I don’t know. But it’s kind of fun!”

“For you.”

“Of course! Or maybe there’s a rule like ‘Ghosts never speak till spoken to’.”

…

“Someone came here today.” Deku said.

“What did they ask?” Todoroki asked, eyes never leaving his anatomy book.

“They asked about you.”

“About me?” He got his coffee, taking a sip of the drink.

“Well, the exact words were, ‘Mirror mirror of mine, how many children me and Todoroki Shouto will be blessed with? ’.”

Shouto spatted the coffee and coughed, Deku laughed the whole afternoon after that.

…

“You are popular.”

Shouto arched his eyebrow.

“Why do you say it?”

“I mean, people keep coming here, and your name appears a lot on their questions.” Midoriya smirked. “Do you want to know what they asked?”

The red an white haired student glared at the mirror.

“Let me get a coffee, and this time I can spat all my coffee in the mirror.”

“That’s gross!” The green haired boy laughed, and Shouto's expression softened seeing the mirror so relaxed.

“It would be your fault.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

…

“Todoroki-kun…do you have a girlfriend?” Deku asked one day, freckled cheeks slightly pink, and for some reason, Shouto felt his own getting hot. “Or a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Hum…and do you…like someone…?”

That question was really tricky. Shouto should lie, but just one look at Deku’s face was enough for the college student to spill everything.

“Yes, I do.”

“Oh…I see.”

After that, Midoriya changed topics, and didn’t comment about it anymore, and neither did Shouto.

…

“Mirror mirror of mine, why can't I find anything about you?”

That was the first thing that he told the mirror that afternoon.

“I don’t know.” Deku said as soon as his image appeared in the mirror, a small smile on his lips.

“...I am sorry, Midoriya.” Shouto apologized, sitting in front of the mirror, a defeated expression on his face.

“Don’t make this face, it’s not your fault that apparently, I am a difficult person to find.” Midoriya joked, trying to lighten up the mood. “You’ve been researching for almost two months, you are using your precious time on stuff that you didn’t even need to.”

“But!”

“It’s okay. Really.”

“I thought…that I could prove that you existed.” Todoroki frowned, eyes looking at the floor and hands closing around the fabrics of his pants. “I thought that I could help you…”

“Todoroki-kun, look at me.”

“I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.”

Slowly, mismatched eyes looked up to find gentle green ones.

“You don’t have to wear such a painful expression.” The boy in the mirror commented, a gentle and soft smile on his lips. “It’s not your fault that there’s no information about me. Maybe I died so long ago that there is no data at all. Don’t blame yourself for stuff that you don't have control over.”

“I just wanted to find your name.” He muttered.

“I have one. Midoriya Deku.”

“You are not sure.

“I am, because is the name that you call me, right?”

“Midoriya…”

“Yes, that’s my name.” Deku smiled.

…

Something changed by the end of the second month since Shouto met the boy in the mirror.

“I hear someone calling my name when I am sleeping.” Midoriya said during one of their conversations.

“Your real name?!”

Deku shakes his head.

“No, they call me ‘Midoriya’.”

Shouto stared at the boy in a jumpsuit, Midoriya looked like he wasn’t telling him everything, but demanding answers was never a good option, he should be patient and wait until the grenette was ready to talk.

“Maybe it is a piece of your memory.” Todoroki tried, and green eyes stared at him. “And soon you will get an answer.”

“Yes, maybe.”

…

Three months after he met Deku, something felt off.

Shouto woke up that morning feeling like something was wrong. His alarm didn’t go off, he woke up 30 minutes before the alarm, and occurrences like that were rare since he wasn’t a morning person.

It was raining outside, the sky was gray, and once in a while he could hear the sound of cars running over water puddles. Usually he didn’t mind rainy days, but that morning, that kind of weather wasn’t helping him get rid of the wrongness inside his chest.

Midoriya.

The name of the boy in the mirror was the first thing that came to mind.

He wanted to see Midoriya no matter what.

…

“Midoriya!” He exclaimed, pushing the storage room open and going straight to the mirror, forgetting for a second that calling his name like that didn’t work. “Mirror mirror of mine, where is Midoriya?”

The clock ticked.

One, two, three, four, five…a full minute.

But Midoriya didn’t appear,and that made Shouto panic.

“Mirror mirror of mine, where is Midoriya?!” He tried again, however nothing but his reflection was there. “Midoriya! Hey! Midoriya!”

“...Todoroki-kun.”

The voice, that familiar and sweet voice came from behind him. Slowly Shouto turned his body, and behind him, was a shorter green haired boy, with emerald like eyes, and freckles that looked like the stars, wearing a green jumpsuit and black ironed shoes.

“Midoriya…”

“Hi.” The boy waved.

“You…” Shouto said dumbfounded, approaching Deku carefully, as if a single hasty gesture would scare him away. “...are free.”

“Yes…looks like that.” Deku agreed, not moving from his place.

“How…?”

“I had a dream last night, or more like I retrieved my memories.” He said, and when Shouto stayed silent, he continued. “I remembered why I was stuck inside the mirror.”

“Did you…” But Todoroki didn’t have the courage to finish that sentence, because right now, everything was too real.

“No, I am alive.” Deku said, and Shouto felt his heartbeat skyrocket. “And I’ve been alive for a really long time, when something called quirks were still going around the world.”

“Quirks?”

“Something like superpowers, I would say. Can you imagine a society where we had heroes and heroines running around the city saving people’ lives?” Deku explained, a little bit more excited. “That kind of explains why I am wearing a jumpsuit that looks like a Halloween costume.”

“Midoriya,” Shouto called, trying to make the boy come back to track.

“The thing is, there was a villain…her quirk allowed her to trap people inside a mirror, and I think she died before someone could figure out where I went. Time passed, and I was probably sleeping all these years, no one found me, and the first time I woke up, people were scared of me.”

“What was the condition to get you out of the mirror?” Shouto asked, stopping in front of Midoriya that didn’t back off.

“I had to remember my name.” Midoriya replied, a nervous look on his face. “For a few weeks, I felt like someone was calling me in my dreams…or memories, and last night…they finally said my real name.”

“...can you finally introduce yourself?” Shouto asked, lips quivering.

A few tears fell from Deku’s green eyes, but he smiled.

“Yes, I can.”

“So, mirror mirror of mine, can you tell me your name?”

“Nice to meet you, I am Midoriya Izuku.”

“Izuku…” Todoroki tried the name. “Izuku.”

It was perfect.

“Do you want to know who was calling me?”

Shouto nodded.

“Ask the question.”

“Mirror mirror of mine, tell me, who was it?”

“Someone that I loved so much, and fell in love once again.” Izuku said, loving eyes staring at mismatched ones. “Do you know someone that goes by the name, Todoroki Shouto?”

…

“Did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“What?! You didn’t hear about it?!”

“About what?!”

“It appeared!”

“What appeared?!”

“The ghost!”

“Oh, is that about the rumor about the ghost trapped inside the mirror hanging on the wall of the storage room in the old building?”

“Yes!”

“No way, there is no ghost there.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because I heard it from a student whose grandfather used to study here. Did you know that is not a horror story? It’s actually a romance?”

“What? A romance?”

“Yep! They said that once upon a time there was a hero who was imprisoned within a mirror, waiting for his soulmate to appear, because that was the only way he could recover his memories and break free from his glassy confinement, so one day he could get together once again with his loved one.”

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfiction #ao3 #fluffy #friends #angst #romance #mirror #haunted #story prompts #drama #fanfic #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #tododeku #tddk #tddkhalloweek2023 #halloween

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salsedine · 18 days

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15 Questions for "15" Friends

Tagged by @greypetrel - thank you! :*

Are you named after anyone?

50%-50%? My parents swear that they weren't influenced by Greta Garbo in any way or form - they just liked the name. Stella is for my great-grandmother (hungarian origins, archetype of the "strong woman of the family definitely born in the wrong era").

When was the last time you cried?

Last week. <- Same, wohoo! But it wasn't a big cathartic cry - kind of a disappointing one, really. Yes, I'm a Pisces, of course I sort the act of crying in different categories.

Do you have kids?

Premise: I don't hate kids, and I feel strongly about the fact that they should be more respected as individuals / human beings with their own agency. That being said, I'd rather torn my uterus apart with my bare hands. Or gift it to somebody who wants it. So no: I never wanted any.

What sports do you play/have you played?

Various - tennis for a few years, soccer at school, some athletics. But my love was (is?) dancing - I did modern jazz and then contemporary dance for about seven years. Currently I'm taking hatha yoga classes, which is quite painful most of the time - but necessary, since I have a full time office job and I'm glued to the chair.

Do you use sarcasm?

Me? Never ;)

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

How they move/occupy the space they are in: if they use a lot their hands while talking, how they laugh, their voice etc. I'm a "I first see the broader context and then the single detail" person. And no, I don't judge.

What’s your eye color?

Green/grey

Scary movies or happy endings comedies?

It depends on the definition of 'scary', I suppose. Since that's ambiguous, I'll go with comedies. The right answer is: period dramas, obviously.

Any talents?

I have a very strong memory (name/surname and voice and things they confessed to me of my classmates from Scuola Media, and that was 15+ years ago), which is both useful and anxiety-inducing. I have a pretty good balance, and with some stretching I think I can still put my foot behind my neck?

Where were you born?

In a hospital ;)

What are your hobbies?

Painting/drawing, swimming, photography, reading, trying to find plants that I won't manage to kill. And listening to music - I'm useless with instruments, tho. BUT I do have an electric guitar that my father gave me and I'd love to try to learn something, as soon as I'm not renting and I have a proper place.

Do you have any pets?

Does a seaweed (yes, a marimo) count as a pet? I grew up with a dog, and he died many years ago. Since then I had no pets. Now that I live on my own (very discreet flatmate aside) I'd like to have a cat, but I think it would be better to have a bigger flat, and just more space in general. I'd hate for them to feel bored and costricted, it doesn't feel fair. Right now I don't plan on getting another dog, for various reasons.

How tall are you?

My ID cards have different ideas: the new one says 168 cm, the old one said 170 cm. We shall never know!

Favorite subject in school?

Art history, history, philosophy, biology, and chemistry applied to fine arts.

Dream job?

AHAHA Anyway! Illustrator or teacher. Ideally both. I'd love to work in a museum too, since I already have some experience in that field. Overall, I guess that I need a mentally stimulating job that makes me feel like I'm doing something meaningful - in a way or another. (This is why I briefly considered looking into art therapy, but knowing myself I'd just feel like a huge fraud). ...and I just noticed that all my dream jobs are based on communication (either through visual arts or...talking?) and relating to other people, which is hilarious considering my whole self.

Tag time! :D Maybe @birdkeeperklink - @pyritefes2 & @mafaldinablabla could be interested? Absolutely no pressure tho, feel free to skip this if it's not your thing!

Byeeee

#sorry people the oversharing is strong when i'm tired #and i always end up doing these in the evening #ops #things i've been tagged on

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ssho197 · 8 months

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Modern au xiao brain rot rn can't even anymore.

my pfp and header won’t load in properly and idk why

i wrote this during school and in class so

I would so kin a high school au xiao bc he’s smart asf but still super creative art-wise AND FUCKIGNFNJNKJD ATTRACTIVE ASF SJFLKKJVEK.

Anyways i think i used to have a list of all the senior subjects he would have but i “lost” the list so imma try to recreate it. Im pretty sure his list of subjects was literally almost the same as my subjects :skull: anyways i think it was, advanced english, advanced maths + extension 1 or 2 maths, sor cant remember how many units, visual arts, chemistry, biology or physics. PLS I CANT REMEMBERRRRRRR. HE WOULD SO LISTEN TO ODETARI. ODETARI XIAO SUPREMACY. Anyways he would not know how to talk to anyone for shi. Prolly acts super cool but either gets super flustered or cold if you were to help him with picking up smth, def DOES NOT get bullied bc hes so cool and way too attractive (also scary) for anyone to do anything mean to him. IM FUCKING TELLING YYOU. GIRLS WOULD DROOOLLLL OVER HIS ASS. (i wouod) AHEM AHEM AHEM. this whole paragraph is me on something. The only thing making it barely readable is google’s autocorrect. NOW THEYRE TELLING ME TO CAPITALISE THE G IN GOOGLE AW HELL NAW. IM HERE TRYNA TALK ABT XIAO. he probably tried to fail religion so he didn;t have to do it but then someone told him its mandatory and him failing RE affects his whole grade soo. Teahcers can’t decide whether to hate him or love him cuz he does the work quietly but he's a sassy little B-I-T-C-H. He also probs gets cautions and detentions bc of his shirt being out but prob rarely gets cautions bc he says to the teachers face that he looks better with it out and most teachers don't have the BALLS to tell him off or give him a caution. Probs only the same teachers giving him cautions anyways but theres always gonna be one girl in his class telling the teacher that xiao does look better with his shirt out. Now, would xiao play video games? Ngl probably not since hes like too busy doing his work. OMG HE SHOULD SKATE HE SHOULD SKATE. YES, OK SO. HE SKATES IN HIS FREETIME AND THATS WHY HES SUPER BEHIND ON SOCIAL MEDIA TRENDS. He does have an instagram but his pfp is still just the plain og grey one. He has no posts but he does post on his story sometimes. He follows you and definitely stalks your acc whenever he gets the chance. He looks through your acc THROUGHLY like he def examines everything, where you are, what you're eating, who your friends are and everything. he srsly doesnt have anything better to do with his time. Theres only so much work you can do before you go out to skate, then theres only so many cuts and scratches your body can take before you have to go home, and there are only so many posts on her instagram you can stalk :( I LOVE XIAO!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS MY FAVOURITE AND I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bro def got forced to go to the counsellor once, he hated it and was very aggressive the whole time but its ok bc hes pretty.

OMG IJOWRFBJKKJLNSFVLJSVKSJKJBSFSKFBBFKJ MAGINE LAWYER XIAO

I CANT EVEN ANYMORE RKLOJEFJKVBELSKLNKLSDKL JUST FUCING QDJFW [K J just imagine xiao in a suit and like lawyer xiao. But then i mean like, all lawyers are old and wrinkly and as old asf so idk if i could do that to my bb xiao

#xiao x reader #genshin xiao #modern au #brainrot #sho xiao dumps

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incorrect-mordet-quotes · 2 years

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Best SAO Abridged Lines As RP Starters Pt.1

"I am going to burn this fucker to the ground."

"I have a feeling you get beat up a lot."

“Fuck you, man, that’s like the pig from Hell!”

“The legacy of the pebble lives on.”

“Well, thanks for the quick tutorial on pig slaying, and the not-so-quick tutorial on... rocks.”

"Come on, I can't alt+F4 this shit!"

“...And the sky is bleeding.”

“Well Ballsy, I believe the locals call it a... hex...a...gon? Not sure if I’m pronouncing that right I’ll have to get back to you.”

"Man, they're really working for that M rating."

"Much like the World of Warcraft, you're not here by choice anymore. Unlike WoW however, you're being held here by me, not by the need to escape your empty fucking life."

"Sometimes things are born. They live... and then they stop. Forever."

"Yeah I'm just gonna keep that tabbed."

"As... tempting as that sounds, I really should stick with my friends back there. They're about as skilled as I am so I figure we have a better chance of surviving if we stick together."

"Well, monkeys and typewriters..."

"You might be the most unbearable asshole I've ever met, but you are really good at this. We could use you in our group, what do you say?"

"So many poor souls came to an abrupt and tragic end... some, by bad luck, others by sheer stupidity. I mean really, why would you just stand in fire?"

"Oh wow, what brilliant insight. That's so deep it loops right back around to being stupid."

"Its all bullshit metaphors with you."

"He cried... not knowing the difference between a simile and a metaphor."

"The tininess of his brain dwarfed only by the tininess of his di--"

"You can silence me but you can't silence the truth!"

"Oh jeez I am just making things worse."

"Pssht. Evidence... I don't need no evidence. Isn't that right _____?"

"Its pronounced ______, and... I don't know you."

"______, huh? That's a... pretty masculine name."

"Shouldn't be. Its a woman's name."

"...'kay, I dunno how to talk to you."

"Good, then you can shut up and listen."

"Good rule of thumb: if someone asks for money two seconds after meeting you, front lines. If they hijack conversations to rant about their political views, front lines. If they ask women to see pics of their boobs, front lines."

"Jesus, who wrote this thing?"

"Okay, so the guide's a bust, but it'll be fine! I'll come up with a great plan for us!"

"Well, we could--.... uhh... I'm open to suggestions!"

"We could group up, and hit it til it dies!"

"Fuck it, group up."

“What, a whole month? How have you survived this long?”

"HOW DO I EAT YOU?"

“It’s been...a challenge.”

"Oh I have lots of reasons for not grouping up. Mostly because they're a bunch of mouth-breathing neck-beards who think L M A O is how french people laugh."

“You sure have a way of... eh... speaking from the heart?”

"Funny, I thought I was speaking from my mouth, but shows what I know about biology."

"No one else wanted you in their group, did they?"

"Shut up, it was mutual!"

"Fine, we leave at the crack of... 2:30... I guess."

"Okay, so... apparently there were a few more stairs than we realized."

"Jesus... why don't you just take a cheetos and mountain dew break and we'll reconvene in an hour."

"Damn it I was kidding! You weren't actually supposed to actually take an hour!"

"Stop attacking from the front! Do you even know what 'Flank' means?!"

"For fuck's sake, stop playing Bejeweled!"

"Alright, this last part's going to take careful coordination... which is why I'm just gonna do it myself!"

"While both are primarily slashing weapons, a Talwar was favored by cavalrymen, as opposed to an Odachi which was mainly used for dick measuring."

"And why couldn't you say that first?"

"I like to think of myself as a teacher."

"Our best player is a girl who thinks DPS is some kind of sex thing."

"I've been doing this a long time, and if there's one thing I learned, its that lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep. Just take that little voice in the back of your head that tells you to be tactful and understanding, and shoot it. Shoot it in the god damn face."

"Here's what we'll do. One counters his blows to knock him off balance, and the other switches in to attack. Rinse, repeat, victory."

"You came up with that but you can't open a menu..."

"Congratulations! That was even more impressive than that cat that learned to play."

"Oh my god, you guys can see it too?! So I'm not crazy!

“Isn't that right _____?"

"That's right ______! Now... kill them all."

"As you command my lord."

"We have traveled far, and up many stairs to get to this point, fighting side by side, noobs and elites alike. I'd like to take a moment to say I couldn't have done it without the help of each and every one of you... of course I'm not a liar, so I'm not gonna say any of that."

"I mean to be honest I could have done this whole thing myself, BUT, to be fair, I guess you DID absorb a bit of damage for me, which was nice."

"You were an adequate meat shield, and no one can ever take that away from you."

"Fuck... fuck! Shut up! Shut up!"

"Shoot for the stars! It'll make it more fun for me when I kick you back into the dirt."

"You're not better than us!"

"My sweet ass coat begs to differ."

"No, its not fabric I can cut, its a bunch of 1's and 0's."

"Fine, then give me the 1's."

"Fuck you I want the 1's."

#RP Prompt #Memes #RP Memes

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Teacher's Pet, S01E04

It’s our first Xander-centric episode and... it’s not great.

The episode starts off with what is clearly Xander’s daydream, evidenced by the fact that Buffy is suddenly helpless in the face of an aggressive vampire. Xander saves her and then leaps up on the stage to finish his guitar solo. I guess the nicest thing I can say is... it could have been worse?

Back in reality, the Scoobies are in biology class and Dr Gregory (who we glimpsed briefly in the previous episode) targets Buffy for an on-the-spot question about how ants communicate. Willow does her best to give her the answer from behind his back, but Buffy has a ditzy moment and says “B.O.” instead of “smell.” C’mon Buffy, that was an easy one!

The writers have an extremely limited window of opportunity to make us feel sad about Dr Gregory’s imminent death, and for my money, do a pretty good job when he approaches Buffy after class and gives her unexpected words of encouragement instead of the expected scolding. It culminates with him saying: “let’s make them eat that permanent record.” Aww.

So when he inevitably gets dragged off by a giant tentacle two seconds later, it’s a bummer.

The whole thing also sets up the moral of the episode: do your homework. This is quickly followed by its central theme: the sexual prowess of teenage boys (or rather, their anxiety over the lack of it). Xander is at the Bronze, trying and failing to look cool, and overhearing fellow student Blayne bragging about his conquests in such a way that makes it clear he’s never had any.

(Most of the season one episodes are heavy-handed metaphors for teenage dramas, but this one’s even heavier than usual).

Xander’s masculinity is in trouble, so he takes advantage of Buffy and Willow’s arrival to put his arms around them – Willow is all for this, but Buffy is distracted by the arrival of Angel.

And hey! This is the first time Xander and Willow see him! I’d forgotten all about this scene. There’s no interaction between them so far, but Xander definitely clocks him as a handsome threat, especially when he gives his jacket to Buffy on noticing that she’s cold.

Though that might just be a ploy to get her to notice the wound on his arm, and he warns her about a vampire she nicknames “Fork Guy.”

The following day, a new teacher arrives to take Dr Gregory’s place. As befits her attractiveness, she walks up in slow motion while sexy music plays, and both Xander and Blayne are rendered helpless.

This episode very much frames Blayne as a male Cordelia (jock instead of a cheerleader, but with the same undercutting, dismissive attitude toward the Scoobies) and specifically a foil to Xander as Cordelia is to Buffy. It’s a shame we don’t see him again after this, though I like to imagine he made it to Graduation Day and fought in the battle there.

Natalie French is played by the very beautiful Musetta Vander, and glancing over her IMDB she’s still working – though during the late nineties/early noughties she was in a lot of genre stuff: Xena Warrior Princess, Babylon 5, Highlander, Star Trek, Star Gate...

Her first lesson to the class is some straight-up exposition about how the praying mantis lays eggs (way to give your secret away!) though I find it interesting that she argues the insect (and by extension, her) is not evil – just acting according to nature’s design. As far as I recall, this particular Monster of the Week isn’t technically a demon... just a big bug.

In the cafeteria, the Scoobies are handed lunch trays by someone off-screen – I only mention this because... do you think this is the lunch-lady who goes nuts in “Earshot” and tries to poison everyone?

Cordelia marches into the kitchen to make a special dietary lunch for herself and opens the fridge to reveal Dr Gregory’s headless corpse. Charisma Carpenter does a good job with Cordelia’s hysteria in this moment, though I have to wonder why the She-Mantis kept Gregory’s body on-campus. It doesn’t fit the MO of her other three victims, who she lures to the privacy of her house. And wouldn't she want to lay her eggs in a safe place?

I suppose she simply doesn’t think anyone would believe a giant insect is on the loose and that she’s entirely above suspicion (which I suppose would also explain her casualness in giving the class a lecture on praying mantises).

Regrouping in the library, the Scoobies discuss the murder. Buffy has tears on her cheeks and Giles says that he liked Dr Gregory too. Aww. Also, it intrigues me that Giles probably does have to interact with the Sunnydale High facility on a regular basis – little chats in the staffroom and so on. That’s a glimpse of his life (and his relationships with other adults) that we never get to see.

Detective Buffy points out Gregory was wearing the same clothes – specifically his lab coat – from the last time she saw him, which suggests he was killed at school. Skipping ahead, she's also observant enough to notice that Miss French was carrying groceries when she sees her outside Weatherly Park, suggesting that she lives nearby.

The gang floats the possibility that this death has something to do with the enigmatic warning Angel delivered about “Fork Guy” the other night – are they connected? (They’re not, but I like it when characters are wrong about things in logical ways).

Giles has heard of a vampire such as the one Angel described, stating that he works for the Master and cut off his hand in penance for displeasing him. The gang are smart enough to realize that what happened to Gregory doesn’t really fit this MO... so could it be there are two monsters out there? (Yes).

Their only lead is that a drunk was killed the other night in Weatherly Park, so naturally Buffy goes to investigate despite Giles ordering her not to. Which is a little weird come to think of it. Isn’t it her job to investigate these types of things? But still very telling that she went of her own accord.

She bumps into a drunk who tells her to go home (it’s kind of unclear, but I think this is actually an undercover cop) who is swiftly followed by a pretty big vampire with a claw in place of a hand. Buffy tussles with him for a bit, only for him to scarper when – holy shit, the police arrive! This is one of... I dunno, four times the police force appear in the entire series?

It makes sense the writers chose to keep them on the periphery (I have an explanation for this, but it’ll keep) so it always comes as a shock whenever you see them actually doing their job.

The Claw makes a run for it with Buffy in pursuit, only for her to witness a strange scene: the vampire is spooked by a woman walking home with her groceries, and when she turns around – it’s Miss French.

Giles is cross that Buffy disobeyed him, then interested when she tells the story of a big scary vampire being driven off by the mere presence of a substitute biology teacher. I love that Giles immediately believes her story without question (Merlin still leaves its scars) and promises to research more.

We get something of a filler scene, in which Principal Flutie waylays Buffy on her way to class and forcibly escorts her to the crisis councillor’s office. Cordelia is already inside, getting her second scene of the episode in which she tries to argue that at least Dr Gregory’s death has been good for her diet. Buffy’s face is priceless:

Late to class, Buffy looks through the window in the door and sees Miss French perform a “full Exorcist twist” of her head in order to look behind her. Willow is computer hacking and informs them that Blayne has been missing since the previous night. Did his parents call the cops? Probably not, since parents – like the police – barely exist in this show.

We get a real clunker of a line in which Willow asks Buffy: “what are you going to do?” and she dramatically announces: “my homework.” Look, it’s early days. Moral anvils are going to be dropped.

Conveniently, Xander is not here to share in all this important research and moralizing about how homework helps you learn stuff, and accepts Miss French’s invitation to her house that night.

We get another kinda-filler scene in which Miss French prepares a sandwich full of bugs for herself, and it’s worth noting because it’s very cute the way the close-up on her hands demonstrates that the actress hated touching those bugs. She does it so quickly and yet so carefully, with as little physical contact as possible.

Buffy has done her homework and reached her conclusion: Miss French is a praying mantis. All the evidence puts to it – the headless corpse, the rotating head, the fear she instilled in the Claw... and of course, her fashion sense.

Her conclusion inspires Giles to make a call to a contact called Carlyle Ferris who specialized in fairy tales and bugs (before he went mad) while Buffy rushes to warn Xander.

It does not go well. Granted, her insistence that a woman he’s being somewhat chemically induced by is actually “a big old bug” isn’t the most convincing argument in the world, but it soon veers into Xander’s personal insecurity and jealousy when he brings up Angel. Dude. Come on.

I obviously don’t have a problem with characters having flaws (the showrunners of the live-action Avatar the Last Airbender have recently stated they’re toning down Sokka’s chauvinism, which is eye-rolling since one of the central tenants of that character is he grows OUT of it) but in this case it’s difficult to separate “accurate depiction of teenage boy” from “still not cool behaviour though” from “how cognizant is Joss Whedon to the fact that this level of entitlement IS bad behaviour?” from “he nearly gets eaten a few scenes later, so clearly we’re meant to be on Buffy’s side here.”

It's an entanglement of authorial intent and dated nineties concepts and Watsonian/Doylist interpretations of the material – so let’s just go with: Xander is wrong to let his insecurities about women guide his behaviour in this instance, and his arc will eventually culminate in a really lovely scene with Dawn in season seven in which he admits that being the one without superpowers is tough but he sticks around anyway because he loves his friends.

This scene is his first step on the way to that self-actualization.

Xander reaches Natalie French’s house, who opens the door in a suggestive dress and offers him a martini. It does not cross his mind that there’s anything wrong with this, though he starts to get a clue when he overhears Blayne yelling for help from the basement.

Giles is having a hilarious one-sided conversation with Carlyle Ferris on the phone, assuring him that he was right about everything “except for your mother coming back as a Pekinese.” It’s a tragedy that we never meet this character in-person.

In any case, Giles fills them in: that there is precedence to the existence of a giant She-Mantis, who he explicitly compares to creatures like the Greek sirens and the Celtic sea-maidens – I like it when the wider reaches of human mythologies are integrated into the world-building. (Also, maybe this was the show’s nod to the succubus, a creature mentioned in the pilot episode and then never actually seen in the show itself).

Buffy orders some recordings of bat sonar from the “video library” (that was a thing that existed in the nineties) and they all head for Natalie French’s house. Turns out that the inhabitant is a little old lady and retired teacher in her nineties whose identity the She-Mantis has stolen.

She’s a very funny character, who takes the opportunity to overshare details of her life with the three complete strangers on her doorstep – though I like the implication that some residents of Sunnydale manage to have a perfectly nice little life while living atop the Hellmouth. This Miss French has probably had a few brushes with the weird and supernatural during her time, but clearly made it to retirement age intact.

In another of this episode’s most grating scenes, Willow suggests they start knocking on doors, only for Buffy to insist that they don’t have time. But what they DO have time for is Buffy to leap into the sewers, find the Claw, and walk him like a dog around the neighbourhood until he reacts badly to one of the houses, thereby demonstrating that the She-Mantis is inside. Suuuure.

(I’m guessing that this early on, and after the vampire-free episode “Witch”, the writers’ room decided they just really needed to shoehorn a vampire into the mix somehow).

Xander wakes up in a cage in the She-Mantis’s cellar, only to find a panic-stricken Blayne jabbering about what the creature is about to do to them. It involves eggs, “throbbing,” rape and beheading.

However, in a classic Xander move, he’s managed to force out one of the bars in the cage and plays along with the She-Mantis beckoning to him... before whacking her with his makeshift weapon and making a run for it. He doesn’t get far, and the worst is about to happen when Buffy bursts through the window.

She starts with insect spray and then the recording of the bat sonar. In another clunker, she feels the need to spell it out: “Bat sonar makes your whole nervous system go to hell.” Yes, I’m sure that the She-Mantis writhing in pain is AWARE of this fact, Buffy.

The monster is finished off with a machete, and the boys are saved. In a nice moment, Blayne genuinely thanks Buffy for the save, and then disappears into the darkness of one-shot characters.

Motor-mouth Willow feels the need to point out that the She-Mantis only targeted virgins, and I get the feeling this isn’t an innocent slip of the tongue, but something that Willow wanted to make sure that Buffy knew. She can be a sly one, sometimes.

With Buffy’s machete, Xander takes out the rest of the Mantis eggs.

Much like Cordelia, Angel only gets two scenes this episode, but Buffy confirms the death of the Claw (she staked him with a picket fence) and gives a quiet “oh boy” as he walks away. Yeah, she’s in trouble.

The following day, we meet Dr Gregory’s less-inspiring replacement, but Buffy gets a nice little moment to honour the teacher who believed in her (and whose “do your homework” reminder saved the day) by gently putting his glasses back in his lab coat hanging in the cupboard.

We then pan down to a remaining clutch of eggs concealed at the back of the cupboard – one of which is already hatching. But don’t worry, we never see or hear about this ever again. For such a continuity-heavy show, it’s a bit weird.

This episode stands out because the monster is so different from practically every other villain in the show’s seven-year run. The She-Mantis has more in common with the more sci-fi tinged elements of the show (the internet demon, the resurrected Frankenstein-like jock, the fish boys, the various evil robots) than the old school vampires, demons, witches and werewolves, but it still feels more like something out of a cheesy black-and-white serial called “Attack of the Giant Insects” or something. Nothing like the She-Mantis ever comes up again – something that’s not demonic in nature, nor attracted to the magic of the Hellmouth, but just a creature acting according to its own nature.

It's not unwatchable, but it’s safe to say that this episode is the weakest of season one – and for that reason, not one that gets referenced very often (if at all) in future episodes.

Miscellaneous Observation:

The lore surrounding the She-Mantis suggests that Dr Gregory... was also a virgin? I mean, it’s not out of the question, especially if he was asexual or something. But there was an easy alternative to this odd implication, and that’s having the She-Mantis kill him in order to take his place as a substitute teacher (which she needed to get into closer proximity with the actual virgins).

That said, this would have denied Buffy some of the necessary clues she needed to identify Miss French for who she really was (namely, the lack of a head on Dr Gregory’s corpse).

So, did everyone learn that the moral of this story was to do your homework? It was pretty vague, I’m not sure they mentioned it enough times.

The episode does much better with the metaphor of predatory adults around minors, and the show was rather ahead of its time in demonstrating that a woman making sexual advances on teenage boys is just as dodgy as visa-versa.

Xander’s middle name is established as Lavelle, something that I’m pretty sure is never mentioned again.

Giles mentioned that the Claw cut off his own hand after displeasing the Master – I kind of want to know the story behind that. Of course, knowing the Master, it was probably something frivolous. He talked out of turn or something.

Giles calls what Buffy did at Weatherly Park “hunting” instead of “patrolling.” Heh.

For a guy constantly worrying about his masculinity, Xander is man enough to tell Buffy to her face that she was right and he was wrong. Too many dudes don’t realize that this sort of thing is what REALLY makes you a man.

The writers clearly still haven’t figured out Angel’s deal, and so play it safe by having him appear, spout some cryptic warnings, and then disappear again. The chemistry between him and Buffy is stirring up though...

Best Line: Buffy: “She could be anywhere!” Miss French: “No dear, I’m right here.” I don’t know why it’s funny, but it is.

Best Subversion: Dr Gregory is nice and supportive, instead of a big meanie. Then he dies.

Minor Character I’d Most Like to See In-Person: Carlyle Ferris. He sounded hilarious!

Death Toll: Dr Gregory. The drunk at Weatherly Park. One off-screen individual that Blayne saw getting killed by the She-Mantis, so I won’t count it. The Claw. The She-Mantis.

Grand Total: Six civilians, seven villains.

#rav's watching log #buffy the vampire slayer #rav's buffy rewatch #buffy season one

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Edmund Pevensie x reader A/N: Hello, lovey! Hope you are doing amazing! I am so happy you like my work, love ya too babes~ Anyway, I finally get to some academic stuff! I am making this academic rivals to lovers with a fluffy ending, and I hope you like it! If you want me to change anything, feel free to ask! I also may have projected what I desperately needed some time back, cause boards~ Summary: Y/N has been an overachiever her whole life. However, when a new student named Edmund Pevensie joins their year and beats her on a test, she swears she won't rest until she defeats him once and for all. But, in times of trouble, one takes what they can get. Contains: Swearing, mentions of food, lots of stuff about studies, anxiety, stress, all-nighters, and an anxiety attack. The panic attack is based on my own experience and is not representative of all other forms of panic or anxiety attacks. If you need help, reach out to loved ones, or feel free to message me, my inbox is always open. Requested: Yopsies!

"I cannot believe it, Y/N... 100%? Again?" gasped my best friend with a huge smile. I breathed deeply, having just run down the school corridor, waving my exam paper like a maniac to show it to her. "I am so happy!" I squealed, making people glance my way weirdly. "Oh, shove off! I have the right to celebrate," I scowled, making everyone turn away just as quickly. "I am so happy for you," she squealed, both of us jumping up and down, hands intertwined together. Just then, the warning bell rang for our second class of the day. I looped my elbow with her and pulled her along to English Literature, giddy with excitement for my favorite class. "There is a new kid at school," she mentioned, and I hummed. "When did you see him? It's just second period?" I asked, and she gave me her devious smirk that made me sigh and roll my eyes. "Bunked," she and I said in unison as we took a turn to the next corridor. "He's cute, in like a nerdy way. He gave me Mike Ross vibes, but like more dorky... dark hair, fair skin, a bit taller than you," she mentioned as we reached our English class.

"Good morning Professor," I said, smiling at the teacher. "Good morning Ms. L/N! Nice to see you this morning... I hope to hear your thoughtful insight for our essay task today!" he said, smiling warmly at me as I took a seat at the absolute front of the class. "Nerd," whispered Y/B/F/N in my ear as she winked at me jokingly before plopping down in one of the last seats. I turned to her and pointedly rolled my eyes, making her chuckle. "So students, today we are having an essay writing task!" exclaimed the Professor, rubbing his hands together and grinning. Some groans could be heard through the classroom, but a small smile lit up my face. "I want you all to analyze one of my favorite stories... The tell-tale Heart, by Edgar Allen Poe! I will give you 15 minutes to read the story before we begin the task. You will have 30 minutes," he said before sitting down. I opened my laptop and found the story he had sent us through the mail. I opened the PDF and scanned the horror story, making quick mental notes in my mind. "And your time starts... NOW!" he exclaimed. I immediately started typing furiously, analyzing the text as extensively as possible before the time ran out. I soon submitted my report, anxiously biting my thumbnail before pressing submit. "Y/N, don't worry! You'll do the best in grade, as usual," sighed my friend as she clapped her hands on my shoulders, but the feeling of anxiety didn't wash over.

"Dude, we have a break, stop stressing about school," groaned Y/B/F/N as my knee moved up and down. "I submitted the Biology task, Organic Chem lab experiment is done, I finished my extra credit for French, and that English essay this morning... I just hope I do well in those," I sighed, picking at the school lunch with a scowl on my face as the chatter of students filled the cafeteria. "Babes, believe me, you are the most intelligent kid in our grade. You will do amazing," she said, kicking her feet up to rest on one of the other chairs. "You're right," I sighed, stuffing the last of the food in my mouth before dumping the plate in the required place.

"God, why is tenth grade so much harder than all the others?" protested Y/B/F/N as we walked out of the cafeteria to the school grounds. "Well, that's how school works, idiot. Grades get harder as you get older," I said, plopping down under a tree, Y/B/F/N following suit. "Send me back to second grade, I'll absolutely destroy those kids," huffed Y/B/F/N, blowing at the strand of hair on her face until it flew away from her eyes. "Hey, is that the new kid?" I asked, pointing at a kid who matched the description she had given. "Oh yeah! That's him. His name is Edmund something, I think?" she said, toying with the ends of her hair. "Hey, he's kinda cute... He kinda looks like a character out of a book. I think I saw him in English," I said, leaning my head against my friend's shoulder and closing my eyes. "Anyway, I'm gonna go to class now, before I fall asleep," I said, yawning before pushing my hands against the ground and standing up. "Y/N, if you're tired, you can skip one class and catch up on sleep," said Y/B/F/N, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. "It's fine! I'll last the day, and I swear I'll take a nap in the evening," I said, smiling at her as I walked backward, my hands raised.

When I reached home, I immediately brought out all the homework due and started working on it, spending well over two hours perfecting the tasks before placing the work in my bag. I then pulled out my laptop and began revising for the exams, the 31 days seeming to be too little time for the portion we had. "Y/N, you need to eat," said my mom, forcibly placing a plate of food which I ate absent-mindedly as I read through genetic modification for Biology. I stifled a yawn with the back of my hand and glanced at the clock, making my eyes widen. It was midnight already! I immediately packed up all my work and went to be, exhausted beyond measure.

The week that followed seemed to follow a similar pattern. My eyes became droopier and droopier, and classes seemed longer and longer as the exams came closer. "Y/N," said a voice, making me glance up from the floor, Y/B/F/N's face coming into view. "You barely pay me any attention babes! You really need sleep, the dark circles look like a part of your face," she joked, just as I yawned. "I can sleep when I'm dead," I muttered, trailing sluggishly to English. "We're getting our essay task results today! Come on, Y/N, cheer up," said my friend, immediately making me perk up. English was one of the subjects which I loved wholeheartedly, and I was always excited to learn from our professor.

"So students, I was pleasantly surprised to see all of your work! There has been tremendous improvement in the last 2 months! I believe that you are all getting closer to your potential. I am sure you all will perform just as well in your Half Yearly exams!" exclaimed the professor, rubbing his hands excitedly. "Now, who's the first place? Any guesses, anyone?" he asked, glancing at the whole class. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and my back straightened up, a small smile growing on my face. "It's Edmund Pevensie with a whopping 98! After that, we have Y/N L/N with a 96, and Anthony Bridgerton (A/N: I can't believe I did this) with an 89! Well done, you three, your perspectives on the short story were incredibly brilliant," he said, smiling at me and the other two. Anger boiled in my blood as I glared at Edmund, who had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. I ignored the burning feeling in my eyes and made a vow to myself. I would be the best, whatever it took. "Well done, Y/N!" said Y/B/F/N as soon as class got over. "No, not well done. I am gonna beat Edmund Pevensie if it's the last thing I do," I growled, glaring at his retreating figure.

After two sleepless nights and long hours of studying, I scored 5 marks higher than Edmund in the next English task. This time, as I smiled proudly, I glanced at Edmund. He was glaring at me, his dark brown eyes glowering at me with a scary intensity. I smirked at him smugly, making him clench his fist and grit his teeth. "What the fuck is your problem, L/N?" asked Edmund as I put my books in my locker. "What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning innocence which just made him angrier. "Believe me when I say this, L/N, but I will beat you, no matter what it takes," he said, glaring at me and stomping away. "We'll see about that, Pevensie," I called out as he strode away.

"Professor, I think that the positioning of the characters in the scene is a big representation of the familial bonds between everyone," I said, as we discussed the opening scene of the play 'An Inspector Calls'. "The man and woman of the house are seated opposite one another, showing their lack of affection. On the other hand, the engaged couple is seated together at the center of the table. The brother seems to have a better connection with alcohol, apparently," I shrugged, making the professor chuckle a bit. "Well, I think that the furniture depicts more about the family than their positioning around the dining table," butted in Edmund, as I immediately turned to glare at him. "The use of pink lighting shows an artificial sense of warmth and familiarity, to show how the family seems happy in the eyes of strangers but isn't actually what it seems to be. The furniture is very luxurious but not homely, depicting the value money holds to Mr. and Mrs. Birling," he said, grinning triumphantly and throwing a mocking smile at me when the teacher nodded at his comments. "Both of you bring up incredibly perceptive points!" exclaimed the professor, making me flip Edmund off under the desk in victory. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the professor, who had begun to give some final points for our seen passage essay questions. The bell rang loudly, marking the end of school before our half-yearly exams. "Thank you, students! I hope you will all do well in your exams, and I will see you next year," he smiled warmly as everyone shuffled out of the room, Y/B/F/N and I walking out together. "Best of luck, doll," she said as I slung my bag on my shoulders. "Yeah, best of luck dealing with me being the best, as usual," said Edmund as he walked by, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Fuck off, Pevensie. We all know I am better than you," I said, pulling Y/B/F/N away from the irritating boy. "We'll see about that," he smirked, leaving the both of us alone.

I yawned again as I flipped through my notes, continuously glancing at the clock that seemed to slip away like sand between fingers. "Dude, stop stressing! You stressed for every exam before this, and you said you did fine in all of them," said Y/B/F/N, trying to divert my attention away from the arriving English exam. "What if this is the exam I don't stress for and I mess up?" I gasped the anxiety that had been building up throughout the exams at its breaking point. The all-nighter seemed to catch up with me as my vision blurred around the edges. "Just chill, as I do," she said, plopping down and leaning against one of the lockers, not even bothering with last-minute revision. "I'll just be a minute," I said, tucking my notebook under my arm and walking quickly towards the bathroom. I immediately entered the bathroom to face the sinks, placing my notebook aside to splash some water on my face. I clutched the rim of the basin harshly between my hands as I looked at my reflection. There were dark circles and deep bags under my eyes, and a stress wrinkle seemed to have developed on my forehead from the small crease of concentration. My baby hair had left the tight ponytail I had tied, making me look like a mad scientist (if possible). "Don't stress, calm down," I hummed aloud in the secluded bathroom, trying to slow down the anxious beating of my heart. I breathed in, and slowly released my breath through pursed lips, trying to slow my breathing. I picked up my notebook and flipped to the last page I was reading. "Okay, you know this," I told myself, trying to gain enough confidence before the thirty minutes to the exam ticked away. "You'll be fine, it's all good," I continued to tell myself, my pacing echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom. I closed the notebook and tried to remember all that was written on the page.

"Fuck," I yelled, slamming the book against my forehead in exasperation. "I'm going to fail," I panicked, the last hopes of a good exam jumping out of the window as I leaned against the bathroom wall. Tears welled in my eyes as my knees gave in, and I sat on the ground. I tried to breathe and calm down, but all I could muster were shallow gasps as my shoulders slouched forward. I felt nauseous and lightheaded as I tried harder and harder to breathe, failing at the easy task. My vision blurred, and dark spots danced around the room, sweat beading at the nape of my neck. The door creaked open, but I didn't hear it over the tidal wave of negative thoughts fluttering through my mind. The room seemed to be spinning, and I pushed the palms of my hands against my ears, trying to drown out the insisting whispers that discouraged me further. "Y/N?" asked a voice, making me look up to see him. Pevensie.

I continued to breathe frantically, my heartbeat picking up to the point where it felt like I was going to die. "Shit," I heard the boy mutter as he looked over my disheveled state. "Okay, Y/N, I want you to focus on me, and me only okay?" he said, and I nodded minutely in understanding. "Good, now count backward from 100 in threes out loud, with me, okay? 100, 97," he said, and I shuddered before whispering the numbers as best as I could. "You're doing amazing, Y/N. Now, I want you to breathe with me, okay? And in," he said, and I slowly breathed in, the action making my chest hurt, my shoulders shuddering from the labored breathing. "And out, come on now," he said, and I slowly related the air. "In and out," he continued to say, as the directions became easier to follow.

As my erratic breathing assumed some form of normalcy, he asked, "Is it fine if I approach you now?" "Yeah," I croaked out, my raspy breathing having made my throat a bit sore. "Thank you," he said appreciatively, sitting down next to me. "What the fuck happened? And how much time before the exam, I need to study!" I said hoarsely, the stress for the upcoming exam building up again. "You have time, Y/N. But, what is more, important is that you had an anxiety attack. And from what I can tell, you're not only stressed but sleep-deprived and dehydrated," he said, trying to explain to me what I had experienced. "I am not going to create castles in the air and promise you that everything will be alright, or tell you to just calm down since it's honestly not that simple. But Y/N, you have to realize that these exams don't determine your life. They are a small fragment of what makes you you. From what I have seen, you're ambitious, brave, friendly, loyal, upstanding, and curious to a fault. You are special, and a piece of paper that standardizes testing isn't a measure of your worth in any shape, way, or form. That was one of the reasons it was fun to challenge you since you were so much more than books and cleverness," he said softly, his caramel brown eyes twinkling with honestly. "So, what I want you to do is go into that exam room as the brave Y/N that I know, and after that, we go buy ice cream," he offered, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Deal," I said, shaking his hand firmly, a small smile on both of our faces as we sat on the bathroom floor, a truce and pact of friendship, that would later develop into something more.

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