#and. heres the thing. like the next option for my major is the school He goes to. like im pretty sure hes stayed local cause hes got a LOT

[godisshook]

A Ride to Remember

I had known Liam since high school, he was one of the smartest in our grade, but he barely talked to anyone. I considered him a friend, and would work with him whenever I could. Knowing this I should probably introduce myself, my name is Adama Traore, son of two loving immigrant parents, and luckily, very gay. Later during freshman year, I got a boyfriend, I still remember him fondly as my first kiss, and my first heartbreak. When we broke up junior year, I went into a complete spiral, going to gay bars and hooking up with any guy I could find, neglecting my whole life because of a breakup. I barely spoke to Liam that year, I had heard he got a girlfriend in sophomore year, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. When college applications came around I applied to everywhere I could, just to see who would let me in. I knew that Liam was dead-set on going to Pell College, one of the most selective schools in the country. I applied to Pell too, and when decisions came out, I checked it last. It felt like slow motion when I saw in big letters:

ADAMA TRAORE,

WELCOME TO PELL NATION

I was officially a Dire Wolf (the Pell mascot, it’s lame, I know). I saw on the big board in the front office all the other major acceptances. Liam had a couple, but one stood out, a big wolf paw with his name in it, he got in too. I wasn’t shocked, but this most certainly meant we were going to the same college. While this would be the start to a great conversation, it simply never happened, we had just grown too distant.

Senior year came and went with me seeing little of Liam, and now it was summer break. I was college prepping and my mom was sobbing as she took me shopping for essentials each and every day. One day, I went onto our schools acceptance page on Instagram, and the latest post had a familiar person, at least, a familiar name.

@lgporter876 Hey guys, my name is Liam Porter and I am going to be a freshman at Pell in 2023, i wanna get to know ppl so leave ur snaps in the comments.

He was completely different. The shy sweet guy that I knew from high school had changed entirely. I didnt care though, he was doing his own thing and I was doing mine. I posted a few days after him, and I become flooded with dm’s of sorority girls asking me to be their gay best friend, truly something out of a nightmare if you ask me.

The day before classes, all of my things were moved into my dorm and I met my roommates. Kyle was your average nerd, he had brown curly hair and freckles, and wore glasses with wide rims. Next was Jamie, he was quiet, but stood at 6’2 and was here on a basketball scholarship. I immediately started chatting him up, and tried to see if he could be a potential fling. Finally was Eric. Eric was lanky but wasn’t entirely introverted like Kyle, hanging out with people and even becoming a good friend of mine on campus.

One of the buses drop off a load of students to the dorms, and a familiar face comes out of it with bags in hand:

My mom had barely seen Liam since freshman year, and never caught on that it was him, but I most definitely did. He walks to one of the dorms further down from mine, “There goes my chance to chat with him in the hallways.” I think to myself. I was a Literature major, and from what I knew Liam wanted to study Mechanical Engineering, so there was little chance we would ever see each other in the same class.

I go to my first class of the day: “History of Pre-Columbian Writing and Forms” taught by a frazzled professor who looks no younger than 76 named Dr. Fredericks. He was an awesome teacher, and I actually paid attention in class. Afterward I head to my Civics and Common Law class, it was rather empty, except for Liam. He was sitting in the 5th row, and as I open the door he glances back and meets my eye. I sit in the 7th row, open my computer, and start snooping. Lo and behold, this very class was an optional GenEd for Mechanical Engineering, and Liam chose it. I quickly leave class, and rush to my dorm.

A few weeks pass and my minifridge is empty. After eating the dining hall food for practically a month straight I was tired, so I drove to the gas station near our school to get some snacks and microwave meals. In the far back of the gas station I spot a group of frat bros, from the letters I could make out they were in Delta Zeta Kappa, known as one of the most toxic on campus. Laughing right with them is no other than Liam himself.

“You should’ve fucked her!” one of the bros near him says before patting Liam’s back. I try to quickly pick my stuff up and leave, but one of the other brothers whistles at me. It was Tyler Felton, a guy who I drunkenly hooked up with at one of his frat’s parties. Tyler calls me over and introduces me to each of the other brothers, and they start chuckling and jabbing Tyler in the arm, clearly he’s already talked about me to them. When I shake hands with Liam, it’s bare sly even a touch before he already has his hands pulled away.

Leaving the gas station was rather embarrassing, simply because I could imagine what they would talk about once I left. But Liam, he confused me. I didn’t think we were on bad terms, but by that handshake it seems we were.

I go back to my room and go straight to his instagram to figure out what’s going on. He still follows me, and it’s clear he unfollowed people from high school, so if he hated me why in the world did he still follow me?

I look at his recent posts and my eye catches to one of them:

He had clearly been going to the gym, and even though he might be a jerk now, he’s fucking HOT. I pull down my pants and start masturbating, thinking about feeling those muscles of his and fantasizing about how big his cock must be. I close my eyes and start imagining it, and the thought of it makes me end up getting cum all over my phone, and I immediately start wiping it away with tissues, feeling ashamed that I just came to a picture of a guy who is most definitely straight. After my little session on his insta, I study for my pre-calculus exam, and slowly drift to sleep over my notes. My alarm jolts me awake, as drool is all over my notes from my sudden study sesh coma. I rustle them together into my backpack and head to class for the day. Liam is there (as always) and we don’t speak at all during or after class (as always). As we’re packing up Dr. Stevens, the professor for the Civics course, announces we have a group project, but he’s already picked the partners.

As he rattles off last name pairings, I have yet to hear mine or Liam’s, until-“Mr. Traore, Mr. Porter, you two will be paired for this assignment.” My heart sinks to the very bottom of my chest. The guy who I now have nothing in common with, paired up for a 3-week assignment, nothing could be worse. “I can just handle it and you can get credit.” Liam says as he passes by me to leave class. Before he could fully pass, I grab his arm. He jerks back and stares at me. I glare back, “I will do my part too, I don’t know about you, but I care about this work.” Liam keeps my gaze and smirks. He easily releases his arm from my grasp, and walks away.

I don’t hear from him for a while, but he gets to work on our shared document, as do I. I suddenly get a DM on insta, while I expected it to be Liam, it was Tyler, sending me a flyer to his frat’s Halloween party. While Liam was most definitely going to be there, I just wanted a chance to dress all skimpy, so I accepted the invite.

After getting my sluttiest Daphne costume, i head down with Tyler, who decided to pick me up, and match with me as Fred (against my will mind you). My car had broken down, and I was simply far too broke to get it fixed now. We get to the party and it’s already insane, people are outside, beer pong tables set up everywhere, and girls grinding on all the brothers on the dance floor. I see nothing of Liam, but decide that’s a good thing.

The party goes much as I would have expected, with Tyler finding every way to stay near me, and me trying my very best to escape him when I can. I catch a glance of Liam while I walk for my 9th bathroom break to get away from Tyler. As I walk out, he’s near the door, and pushes me back in. “I want us to talk again.” he says, and before I can even get a word out, he leaves, never to be seen again.

Two days later I get a snap notification from none other than the man himself:

Using a shirtless gym selfie to get back into my good graces is a bold choice, considering i’m “talking to” one of his frat brothers, but I assume it’s all platonic, and send a photo of me studying for my literature exam in my bed back. After snapping back and forth for a few days I assume that will be all there is, and accepted that at least he was talking to me about our project. After checking the project the day before it’s due I see an announcement.

YOU ARE TO USE POSTER BOARD TO PRESENT KEY POINTS, POWERPOINT AND OTHER DIGITAL PROGRAMS WILL NOT BE USEABLE AS THE PROJECTOR IS DEAD.

Dr. Stevens was giving us an extension to find the stuff we needed, and I quickly text Liam to go pick up some poster board as my car is still very much broken. He chats back “come with me.” Confusion swept my face as getting poster board definitely wasn’t a two person job, but he quickly chatted again, “we can work on it together at my place.” Seeing this as a chance to actually reconnect, I say yes, and he comes to pick me up.

I start taking hits of my dab pen in the car, knowing that high me would actually be able to get some work done. As we pull into a residential area, he stops and pulls to the sidewalk. I ask him, “Why in god’s name did you stop here??? The store isn’t for a few more miles.” “I have been waiting for this my whole life.” he replies. Thinking i’m about to get axe murdered by my old friend I try to get out, but the doors are locked. He then says, “I never knew how I felt about you until I saw you with that fucker Tyler, the dude doesn’t deserve a pet rock, much less you.” The sudden romantic shift of his words gives me whiplash, but at least he’s not trying to kill me? As he says this, he puts a hand on my thigh. Even though I had ended my villain era, a little hookup between old friends was just what the doctor ordered.

I get in the base of the seat under him and pull his pants down very slowly. His hard dick pops up out of his underwear, and he glances down at me as I start to suck. He groans loudly and grabs the handle at the top, looking at me straight in the eyes the whole time.

As I continue doing down on him, he says, “I knew this would be the best.” If the rumors were true, he had fucked nearly half the freshman girls, and somehow i’m the best? I smile and keep going until he stops me. With his massive arms he pulls my head up and says, “It’s not over yet.” He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing that hard body and, as he starts the car he says, “Keep sucking.”

On the road in the rain, I keep looking up at this old friend of mine, wondering if i had missed a signal, and as I keep going, he starts to push my head down on his massive cock, and then let’s put a loan moan, as he cums all in my mouth. I swallow it down and look up at him, still listening to his music and focusing on the road.

While still below him, we come to a stop. He unbuckles and gets out, only in his boxers. I shimmy up and stumble out, clearly not at a Walmart or any place we could get poster for that matter. “It’s my cousins place, he’s not home so he lets me stay.” Liam says as if reading my mind. It’s clear what he wants, and I get ready for it.

After getting in he immediately starts kissing me, Unbuttoning my shirt, and pulling down my pants until i’m much like him, only far less muscly and way shorter. He pins me against the wall and starts kissing my nipples, saying, “Do you like that?” as he goes on and on. Eventually he takes me upstairs, and as I do I see him pull his boxers down. He tells me, “Get on the bed.” and I comply.

As i’m under him on the bed, he starts shoving his dick in my ass, pounding and pounding my tight ass and grunting all while doing it. He flexes his muscles in a mirror right next to the bed, which is the only way i can even notice what he’s doing as he’s giving me the best backshots of my life. He tells me to get up and wrap my legs around his, with his cock still in me i maneuver around and do it, and he asks, “Is that better?” After nodding he says, “Good boy.” and I look down, completely falling for him. As he pounds me again, I feel up and down his hard body, and he keeps fucking me ruthlessly.

After pounding my ass until it goes from a dark brown to a purplish tinge, Liam says, “I’ve had a crush on you since forever, but I never knew what to say, and by the time I could you had a boyfriend. I was always looking for a chance but I thought it would never happen, so I worked to be the guy you would want, and I just hope I fucking am.” How had I been so naïve??? He wanted to be with me since freshman year and I was the one to friendzone him. Letting this words sit with me for a while I caress his face and say, “You have always been the guy I wanted, I was just too blind to see.”

He smirks and starts fucking like never before, he takes my hips and moves it towards and away from his cock, grunting each time his cock goes all the way in me. In this moment I don’t see anything else but him, and as he cums in me I pull his body towards me, pulling him into me, and embracing him as our warm sweaty bodies touch. After that we end up continuing for five more rounds, each getting more and more passionate. After that whenever we would see each other after class,we would go into the supply closet and fuck again. I felt like a ball of hormones but it felt good with him.

Finally at present day, with us having been dating for three years, it seems like all of this could’ve been missed if anything had gone wrong. Every moment with him is truly memorable, and even though I never would’ve saw myself with the quiet nerd turned frat guy, I guess that’s what happened. I thank the universe each and every day for that fateful car ride, and as i get ready to graduate, I start thinking that Porter sounds like a perfect last name for me.

#nerd to jock #gay frat #muscle #pecs #frat bro

[mari-writes]

🦉🐈‍⬛

“Are you sure about this? You know I’ll support you not matter what. But dude, you’re definitely good enough to go pro!”

Kuroo glances at Bokuto, seated next to him at the bar. His friend is looking down into his drink, brow furrowed, shoulders drooping slightly. He sighs. “Yes, I’m sure. I have other things I want to do.”

Bokuto nods silently, still looking a bit dejected. And Kuroo understands. He really does. Their final university tournament is fast approaching. After that series of games, they’ll be focused on exams, job interviews, and preparing to move out.

The two of them had shared a university, including a bunch of classes, a volleyball team, and even a living space for the past few years. Their lives had intertwined so much so that Bokuto became more than just a “second best friend.”

He’s more like a brother now.

But their futures are finally heading in opposite directions, and Kuroo can admit—it’s a bit daunting. Emotions are running high. “It’s not like I won’t be involved in volleyball,” he adds. “I couldn’t stay away even if I tried. But I think I want to work from behind the scenes from now on.”

Bokuto’s mouth twitches into a smile. “You DO have a lot of options, don’t you?” Kuroo had double majored in Biology and Marketing & Communications, all while maintaining his spot on the team. He had been unanimously voted captain in his final year, of course choosing Bokuto as his vice. College had been crazy, but a good kind of crazy, for the most part.

“I want to keep ‘lowering the net,’” Kuroo says. “I want to get as many people interested in volleyball as I can.”

Bokuto’s grin turns toothy. He leans in to clank their glasses together. “Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!" They both take a long swig. The liquor burns Kuroo’s throat briefly before a warm, fuzzy feeling settles into his chest.

“You know, I’m really glad we were here together.” Bokuto’s voice is lowered, just loud enough to be heard over the din. Kuroo shifts on his stool, but stays silent, allowing his friend to continue. “It was… hard to accept that Keiji wouldn’t be continuing volleyball after high school. And even harder when he chose a different college.”

Kuroo nods in understanding. While it hadn’t been a surprise that Kenma announced he’d be choosing another path, it was still difficult to accept.

“I don’t think I could’ve done it without you here, Kuroo!”

Frowning, Kuroo reaches to punch his friend lightly in the arm. “Oi!” He tuts. “Stop that. Or else I’m gonna tell on you to your boyfriend. I know for a fact that Akaashi hates when you cut yourself down!” Bokuto just shrugs. “C’mon, Bo. You would’ve been fine. Great, even. I mean, aside from maybe Chibi-chan, you’re the best at making friends. You make your biggest rivals want to cheer for you!”

“Hey, Hinata’s not so ‘Chibi’ anymore!” Bokuto chuckles. “Have you seen his latest photos from Brazil? My disciple is turning into an absolute beast!”

They both laugh, and Kuroo relaxes. He’d been pretty worried about telling Bokuto about his plans. But now that it’s done, he finally feels at peace. “You’re going to go far with volleyball,” he declares, raising his glass once again. “I just know it. But someday you might want to put that Education degree to use, too. Hit me up when that happens, okay?”

Bokuto’s smile is blinding. “Yeah!” He nods enthusiastically. “We could coach at a school, or put a volleyball camp together or something!”

Kuroo winks. “Now THAT sounds like a solid plan.”

//

I’ve been thinking about Kuroo and Bo’s friendship a lot lately, especially since I saw that leaked sketch of them leading a kids' volleyball camp together. It’s just so special to me. 🥺❤️ Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please comment and share!

#bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #bokuroo friendship #bokuaka #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #my writing #drabble #ficlet

[sunflower-lilac42]

here’s another unfinished draft from my notes (which means it’s not proofread and has a shit tone of typos and grammar errors and other mistakes)

also trigger warnings: school, anxiety, depression (stuff like that I truly don’t remember)

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She was like an older sister to Luke, a younger one to Quinn. She had been there through everything since they met her in 2015. She was there for both of their drafts because they asked her too, she was at both of their debuts because they asked her too, she was at Hughesbowl games because they asked her too, she was at every single important event because they asked her to be there.

She was more important to them than she would ever know, and vice versa. She was selfless, always wanting to do things for others when she couldn’t do things for herself. She put everyone else above herself and Jack knew that. Jack knew her struggles of finding something she wanted, there were too many options, too many decisions to make in what felt like so little time. She had been planning for this moment for ages but now when it started to get harder, the deadline creeping closer, was when jt started to fall apart.

He knew she felt like he was mad at her for not being able to be in New Jersey with him for another year, and he knew that she felt like he would be mad if she asked to postpone it a little longer because she didn’t think she could do that major anymore. He just wanted her to be happy, he didn’t want her to continue to suffer through class after class doing something she didn’t want to do.

No one else knew that though, the two of them doing good at keeping her feelings their business and nobody else’s. However when her and Jack sat at the lake house with quinn and Luke, they could tell something was wrong with her. She looked tired, drained, and frustrated all at the same time.

She sat as close to Jack as possible, hugging him tightly and terrified that tears would spill over. Though, she fell asleep in the matter of minutes. Quinn looked over at her and then his brother, “Is she doing okay?”

Jack tensed at the question, not sure if she would want them to know what was happening with her, especially Like, “She’s getting there, yeah.”

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s worried about us being a part for another year, well another year after next year. There’s some things going on with school.” He moved a piece of her hair out of her face, holding a water bottle in the other.

“What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath in, “I know you guys mean well, but I don’t think she really wants people to know-“

“It’s okay, jack. They’re practically my brothers anyways.” She turned slightly, head still turned into his chest to avoid eye contact and any embarrassment she might come across.

Quinn and Luke smiled at her comment, eyes still evident with worry. She went back to sleep easily, still holding onto Jack.

#sunny lune writes #hockey #nhl #jack hughes #jh86 #luke hughes #lh43 #quinn hughes #qh43

[poraphia]

"Stupid Student Things"

wilbur x student!reader 410 words ~ 8.17.23 a/n ~ I've noticed a lot of fanfic authors are going to school, especially college. I'd like to kindly raise my hand and say that I am also partaking in such a struggle pff. So here's a little comfort fic I wrote bc the email sorting was just getting so annoying.

Do you love me even when I hate being a grown-up?

“Bullshit,”

I clicked on the mouse, reading through an email.

“more bullshit,”

I clicked on the “unsubscribe” option on the top of the screen.

“Fuck— Even more bullshit!”

It was safe to say that I was exhausted.

I groaned, pushing my feet against the desk before rolling across the hardwood floor. Emails were hard. Being responsible for yourself was hard. Hell, even being far from a warm fresh meal from my own parents was hard. Every muscle in me tensed involuntarily for I was stressed beyond relief.

“Hey, honey, are you okay?”

I looked over my shoulder to see Wilbur, poking his head through the door with a curious look on his face. He was wearing a jumper a little bit too big for him with some sweatpants. Perfect loungewear for when you basically have nothing to do all day. I sighed, turning my chair toward him and outstretching my hands, requesting his grasp. Obediently, he walked toward me before bending down and wrapping his long limbs around my balled-up body.

“What’s going on…” He asked softly, rubbing the back of my neck. The touch of his slender fingers soothe a majority of my nerves.

“I’m just not ready for school again.. Especially when this is all just— so new to me. I don’t understand anything that’s going on.” I vented through quiet mumbles as I buried my head into the crook of his neck. He hummed a bit before picking me up from the chair, placing me on the bed before crawling up right next to me.

I snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling his warmth engulf me to battle off the cold air conditioning. Gingerly, he ran his fingers through my hair, carefully knotting out the unkempt strands. He smelled of freshly brewed coffee and rain after a storm. I deeply exhaled, letting all my stress go in just one breath.

“You got this, sweetheart, I know it. It’s kind of hard now, but you just need to get the hang of it. I’ve seen you go through the most challenging struggles. You know you’re stronger than you think, right?” He tilted my head just slightly so that I was facing him now. Our knows just barely touching. Slowly, I nod. He smiled, lifting his head a bit to give me a peck on the forehead.

“You’re going to do amazing things in the future, (y/n). Just give it one step at a time.” He whispered.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot oneshots #wilbursoot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #will gold #wilbur hc #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur x reader #mcyt headcanons wilbur

[kaija-rayne-author]

Would you recognize an autistic or ADHD person if you saw one?

What about an autistic or ADHD fictional character?

Many of y'all will say, of course.

And you'll be wrong.

I'm not talking to hatched autistics and ADHDers. We can usually spot others like us and autistic/ADHD coded characters in fiction.

Definition: A 'hatched' autistic or ADHDer is someone who knows they're one or the other or both, AND they understand and accept that pretending to be neurotypical is bad for us.

It actually kills us, so, yeah, bad. The leading causes of death for autistics is unaliving or heart attack from the stress of living in a world that was most certainly not created for us. In some ways, this world is antithetical to us.

We also experience the stress of what's known as 'masking'.

Our average age of death is 36 years old. Think about that for a second. 36. And the rates of unaliving in autistic and ADHD kids is utterly obscene. The suicide watch for parents of autistic kids starts at 8 years old. 8.

(I don't say this for everything, but self-diagnosis is absolutely valid for autism and ADHD. In a world where people can still be institutionalized or lose their kids because of an autism diagnosis--this is fact for Britain and several US states. France is awful for autistics-- self diagnosis must be valid so we can figure ourselves out without endangerment.)

Masking is where a traumatized autistic (and I've also never met or even heard about an untraumatized autistic/ADHDer) will create a, persona, almost, that lets us function in the world.

It's rarely intentional, my youngest son started masking at 4 in pre-kindergarten because he wanted other kids to like him and want to play with him. Even though our home is very supportive of diversity, especially about autism and ADHD, y'all... he was *4*.

Being autistic and/or ADHD is so damned lonely. Especially if you don't know why you're different. So we do our best to adapt. That can cause issues.

Masking isn't meant as a lie. It's survival instinct. Because even though the world absolutely doesn't treat us like we're human beings, we still are. We want to survive and thrive as much as the next hominid. We have all the same needs and desires as any other human.

But what about the rest of all y'all? Can you recognize us?

Last week, a music teacher banned a 6 year old autistic kid from the school concert because 'they would ruin the experience for the other children' this is after making the autistic kid learn and practice the songs for weeks. 6 years old and that kid already has scars from discrimination about a genetic condition he can't help. It's cruel and so damned inhumane. At worst, the kid probably sang off key and maybe fidgetted a bit. But that would 'ruin' the concert. It's not the Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir, lady, it's an elementary school concert. It's absolutely not worth scarring that poor kid over. It also happened back in 2022, and again in 2017.

People will have seen 'Atypical' or 'The Good Doctor' or, gods forbid, Rainman and think they know what autistic people look like. (You should probably know that the majority of autistics loathe those shows because the rep is so bad.)

But here's the thing.

You can't see autism or ADHD. Not just by looking at us. It's purely a brain wiring difference. People don't even believe me when I tell them I am if they've seen me in person. And I'm professionally diagnosed as both autistic & ADHD.

Sometimes, there are co occurring issues, like intellectual disability, that are confused with autism, but they aren't actually the autism or ADHD part of things.

I'm an autistic and ADHD advocate. I have a consultant option on my Patreon for people who want advice either for themselves or so they do the right thing by their kids. I'm autistic/ADHD, my kids are too. I've been researching and learning about the topic for close to a decade at this point. I truly know what I'm talking about. I understand the different flavours and experiences of these two types of neurodivergency extremely well.

As an aside, while I have you here, ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis) is never the right thing. You know how gay conversion therapy is bad? The same person (Ivar Lovass) came up with ABA, and it's meant to do the same thing. To torture people, most often children, into pretending to be what someone else wants them to be. It doesn't support or help the autistic person.

Almost unilaterally, ABA causes a PTSD breakdown of self coming into our 30s. I say almost, but I've never even heard of an autistic person who has been tortured by ABA who hasn't developed severe PTSD.

If you tried to use the methods used in ABA on a dog, you'd be guilty of extreme animal cruelty.

Yet, because it's practiced on human children, it's fiiiiine. Big money lobbying has even made it so that ABA 'therapy' is the only one covered by a lot of insurances.

We can thank Autism $peaks for that. They are a hate group. They fit every bit of the definition of one and then some. (So please don't donate to them at the till. They love to pollute stores like Toys 'R' Us.)

Adult autistics have been speaking out against them forever. But since most autistics (80%) are under or unemployed, we don't have the kind of financial sway we'd need to get rid of them. Yes, this even counts for 'the new ABA'.

You can't save ABA. Putting a 2 year old human child through 40 hours weekly of 'training' so that they can look and act neurotypical is just flat out torture. Making a child 'extremely hungry or thirsty' so that they will do what you want is torture. There's just no other way to slice that apple. It's rotten to the core.

But back to my point.

Recently, someone disagreed with my opinion on a fictional character. I feel the character is autistic/ADHD coded, the other person disagreed.

That's cool. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. And it's fiction, whatever. I'm not mad or upset. (I'm slightly insulted, because if you're not autistic/ADHD, [and a comparison they suggested made me think they definitely weren't] it's definitely not your place to disagree with one of us who says a character is autistic/ADHD coded. It's disrespectful and more than a little ableist. Simply because so many people have the completely wrong idea about both conditions.)

Regardless, the important part for a fictional character is that a person was able to see themselves in the character, to empathize with them. So it's not a big deal.

But it got me thinking about this.

Would most people recognize the subtle signs? They're almost always extremely subtle.

Ever hear of 'resting bitch face'? It's an incredibly common autistic trait because we either emote less or we emote differently than neurotypicals. In our world, it's known as 'flat face effect'. I have it, and I've been harmed many times because it looks like I'm pissed off even when I'm having a good time or I'm just deep in thought. I've got a firey temper, trust me when I say you'll know it when I'm pissed off.

So. You see a character (or even a person) who doesn't emote a lot? Or emotes extremely subtly? Wellll... that's a good clue.

So, X fictional character (or person) has odd or esoteric knowledge or hobbies. That's a good clue.

Are they nerdy or geeky in some way?

Most autistics and many ADHDers experience what's known as hyperfixation on special interests. Ever see someone get so fascinated by a topic or skill or activity that they get lost in it?

Forget to eat or drink?

Learn to do an obscure craft just because they wanted to know how it's done? That person is likely autistic or ADHD or both. It applies to fictional characters too.

Are they stand-offish? Many of us are for various reasons. One is that we're trying to figure out the 'rules' of wherever and whoever we're with.

Why all y'all insist on staring creepily at each others eyeballs is beyond me. I find it either too intimate, painfully so, or just ridiculous.

That quiet character (or person) who warms up slowly? There's a hint.

Another reason we tend to be cool with strangers is that ever present trauma thing. So many autists and ADHDers get to the point in life where we just don't have it in us anymore to keep trying to make social connections. A very common trait of both autism and ADHD is a lack of understanding of neurotypical social rules. And trust me, y'all have them.

Does the character or person fidget? Either subtly or more obviously?

It's called stimming. I had to learn to do it unobtrusively, so I'll suck air through my teeth (my dentist isn't impressed by this), circle my pointer finger around my thumb, tap the pad of each finger on my thumb in a rhythm, count silently to myself... the list is probably endless. I intentionally leave the cuticles on my thumbs rough, because I often rub the forefinger or ring finger of that hand over the rough cuticle as a stim.

Maybe they rotate their ring around a finger?

Play with their hair?

Stimming is something that calms us down and helps us regulate our emotions. (It's also one of the first things ABA robs us of. It's called 'quiet hands'.) It's really bad to deprive an autistic or ADHDer of stimming.

I used to click the button on a pen so much that I banned myself from having clicky pens because of how annoying it can be to others.

There are healthy stims and unhealthy ones. (Head banging is an example of an unhealthy stim.)

So a character or person who is just, always moving somehow? There's a hint. Or they're rhythmically moving a body part? Tapping fingers? Wiggling a foot or leg? Fussing with their clothing? Rocking?

Is the character or person 'a walking encyclopedia'? In other words, do they know a lot of information about either one or two topics or about many topics?

That character (or person) is often stereotyped as being a computer genius who can make any computer work just by looking at it for a few minutes. But it can honestly be any topic or combination of topics. That's another clue.

Many autists are almost hard wired to be painfully honest. Unless we've been traumatized into it, we tend to be shitty liars. I'm, unfortunately, a very good liar. It's not something I choose to do, because I don't want my trauma to change something so innate to me as my honesty. I had to learn to lie to survive. I don't recommend it.

Does the person or character truly believe in things like honour? Justice? Mercy? Peace? (Many neurotypical people will call these things social lies that keep the world working.) I'm talking a bone deep belief in honour etc. Are they a shitty liar?

I think I've blathered enough for now. I want to make it clear that I don't speak for all autistic and ADHD folks. I'm just one person attempting to share some of the more common traits with whoever wants to read about it.

A final thought.

Nothing can make someone autistic or ADHD. It's a genetic condition. Which is why so many parents find out they're autistic or ADHD when their kids are diagnosed. It's not more prevalent now, it's just that more people are learning about the actual parameters of it. Diagnosis is easier now than 50 years ago. It's been around since ancient Egypt and probably evolved as a way to keep the clan safe in prehistoric times.

We often have heightened senses. Sometimes we have what I call 'predator vision' which sounds awful but just means that my gaze is automatically drawn to movement. Our sleep cycles are also commonly very different than a neurotypical's. We probably ended up being people who would take night watch, stare at the stars for hours, or warn people when food has gone off so no one eats it.

I think we evolved right alongside neurotypicals because we're both needed for a successful society.

Many, many of the world's famed thinkers/creators are considered to have likely been autistic/ADHD based on records about them.

These people include:

Leonardo DaVinci

Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni

Nikolai Tesla

Albert Einstein

Thomas Jefferson

Charles Darwin

Emily Dickinson

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

William Butler Yeats

Vincent Van Gogh

Benjamin Franklin

People who are autistic or ADHD these days that you may not expect?

Dan Ackroyd

Darryl Hannah

Anthony Hopkins

Jerry Seinfeld

Eminem

Courtney Love

David Byrne

Wentworth Miller

Satoshi Tajiri (creator of Pokemon)

There are also many, many people who have shown autistic or ADHD traits and haven't confirmed or it's impossible to confirm because they're deceased and we don't have the right records.

It's considered a massive faux pas to assign a diagnosis of anything to a living human being. So everyone living I've listed has in some way confirmed it. There are many, many other people (especially in creative industries or hobbies) I believe are likely one or the other, but I wouldn't label. That's for them to do.

If you enjoyed this or learned something and you can, please consider a tip or becoming a Patron. My work of words is my only income.

Every historical person is just a 'likely' because we'll never actually know. All we can do is point at the exhibited traits via records and say, probably.

#being autistic #autistic things #actually autistic #autism #ADHD #actually adhd #autistic problems #autistic adult #autistic #late diagnosed autistic #late diagnosed adhd #fiction #fictional characters #fiction critique

[avatarrecom]

Bad jokes are how eye roll

Custody AU (Original story by @ao3gobi17)

Characters: Miles 'Spider' Socorro, Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Z-dog, Walker, Fike, Brown, Lopez, Ja, other recoms (not mentioned, but they're there too)

Warnings: description of losing and removing an eye (not extremely explicit). Recoms kinda being assholes.

Word count: 1369

A/N: My first story holy shit. Depending on how much I'm actually going to write I'll make a masterlist (If I figure how to do that lol). Since this is the first time writing a story, please let me know what you think! <3

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Dinner, as always, was awkward. None of the Recoms really know how to make conversation with Spider, both because they’re not used to dealing with a strange teenage boy and because he is still (even though he has only been Spider's father for the first seven years of his life) the boss’s son.

Spider rubs his eye, as it starts to irritate more and more. When Spider was thirteen, he got an infection in his right eye. Because his foster parents were always at work and he didn't want to bother them, he didn't tell them. In the end, this turned out to be a big mistake after he collapsed at school and was rushed to hospital. When Spider thinks back to that day, he doesn't remember much. The only thing he does remember is waking up in the hospital bed. His foster mother sat on the chair next to Spider's bed, typing impatiently on her laptop. While his foster father sat at the table, also behind a laptop. "Great," Spider thought. "Even now they can't stop working." Then he registers a dull ache in his right eye. He slowly lifts his hand to his eye to rub away the pain. A hand suddenly closes around his wrist, guiding his hand away from his face.

"Don't touch your face," says a blurry voice. Spider looks at his foster mom confused. Both his foster parents look at him, Part annoyed, part worried. His foster father stands up, "I'm going to see if I can find a doctor." With that, he walks out of the room. Spider's foster mom speaks up with irritation in her voice, "why didn't you tell us something was wrong, now we're missing a major breakthrough at work-" She quickly falls silent when a doctor arrives. "Hello Miles," says the doctor. "How are you feeling?" "Drowsy," Spider replies honestly. "And confused, what happened?"

"You had an infection in your eye, which caused you to run a high fever and collapse," the doctor said. "You were brought here by ambulance, unfortunately we had to remove your eye, as the infection had already spread far." Spider's remaining eye widens in shock. "What?!" comes out in a higher pitch than he would have liked. The doctor gives him an apologetic look. "Sorry son, I won't beat around the bush," the doctor sits down on the edge of his bed. "Unfortunately we had no choice, your eye was already too damaged and there was a risk of the infection spreading to your brain," the doctor pats Spider on his knee, "As if that makes it better," Spider thinks bitterly. "Besides," the doctor continues, "it wasn't an option just to remove the infection, then your eye would look terrible, now we can get you fitted for a glass eye, wouldn't that be cool," smiles the doctor. "You’re an asshole," Spider decides. "Well not really, I'd rather have my real eye back," Spider replies.

"Awww, is baby Spider tired?" teases a voice from Spider's right, snapping Spider out of his thoughts. "What?" he asks, still rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. Wainfleet looks at him mockingly. "Looks like little Spider needs to go to bed," says Brown, eager for an angry response. Spider still looks at the two confused. "Only little babies rub their eyes like that, Buttercup," Zdinarsk helpfully adds, rolling her eyes.

"Oh!" Spider realizes, "I'm not tired, I just-" He is interrupted by Wainfleet. "Sure, that's what all little kids say when they're about to fall asleep, but don't want to go to bed yet because they want to be like grown ups." There is laughter around the table. "No, it's not like that," Spider protests. "Oh of course kid, that's really convincing," Lopez says sarcastically.

"No, I swear," defends Spider. "I had an infection in my eye when I-", he gets interrupted again. "Come up with excuses kid?" Jokes Walker "My niece used to do exactly that when she didn't want to go to bed yet." Again there is loud laughter around the table. Spider starts to get angry, the only ones not participating are Quaritch and Ja. The former looks amused, while the latter looks at him intensely. Spider shifts uncomfortably under Ja's gaze. "I’m pretty sure he was a medic in the army, that must be why he's looking at me like that," Spider thinks to himself.

Meanwhile, the laughter continues merrily. While Spider is happy to be rid of the awkward silence, he is less than happy that it comes at his own expense. Spider looks pleadingly to Quaritch for help. Quaritch meets his gaze and raises his eyebrow mockingly, as if saying "You're a big boy, aren't you? You're my son, you can talk yourself out of this, you won't get any help from me."

"Great, good father you are, thanks for your help. You're not even helping your so-called son who you supposedly love so much that you kidnapped him," Spider thinks bitterly. Suddenly someone squeezes his cheek hard. "Aww, baby Spider is so tired he can't even pay attention to his food anymore, then look at him, he almost falls face-first into the plate." Spider slaps the hand that belongs to Fike, away in annoyance. The young man across from him gives a cruel grin, clearly taking pleasure in Spider's misery. "Maybe someone should take him upstairs and tuck him into bed," Lopez pouts. "Oh sure, Spider would you rather we read you a story or sing a lullaby?" Adds Wainfleet.

Spider again tries to protest that he is not rubbing his eye because he is tired, but because his glass eye feels very irritated. But again, no one listens to him. "HEY!" Spider yells angrily as he pushes his chair back so hard it topples over. "Spider." Quaritch says in a warning tone. Spider irritably straightens his chair and plops down on it, childishly crossing his arms and glancing angrily at his plate. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Wainfleet, Brown, Lopez, Fike & Zdinarsk grinning at each other, clearly pleased with the response they've been able to elicit from Spider, before continuing to eat in silence, not wanting to draw Quaritch's attention to them. Quaritch, still looking at Spider with a look that promises punishment if Spider lashes out again. The others, who did not participate in Spider's bullying, but happily laughed along, wisely kept their mouths shut.

When Spider's gaze falls on Wainfleet, he suddenly gets an idea. "You know, when I was thirteen I collapsed at school and I was rushed to the hospital by ambulance." he begins, deliberately playing with his food like an angry little child. This one sentence immediately catches the attention of the others, especially Ja, who looks at him intensively again, and Quaritch, with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't really remember what happened, but when I woke up a doctor - he was a huge asshole by the way - told me I had an infection in my eye and they had to remove it." The others scoff, "you look like you have two eyes, kid." Wainfleet laughs.

Spider had hoped for this reaction and brings his hands to his eye. He pulls his eye open with his fingers, hides his eye with his other hand, and pushes his glass eye out of its socket, as he has done hundreds of times before. He feels the familiar pop as the eye slides out of the socket. When he lowers his hands again, he hears several people gasp. Spider rolls his glass eye into the palm of his hand for a few seconds. Then he brings his hand to Wainfleet's face. "See?" he asks mockingly, before taking his eye between his fingers, letting his hand hang over the table and then letting his eye fall into Lyle's full water glass. Everyone at the table stares blankly as the glass eye slowly sinks to the bottom of the glass. It's as if the glass eye had figured out what Spider was up to, because as the glass sphere sinks to the bottom, the eye rotates so that the lifeless brown iris looks directly at Wainfleet.

"Anyone want to see my glass eyes collection?"

#avatar recoms #recom miles quaritch #recom lyle wainfleet #recom zdog #recom mansk #recom brown #recom ja #recom fike #recom prager #recom warren #recom walker #recom zhang #recom lopez #miles spider socorro #custody au #AU of the custody fic by @ao3gobi17 #Avatar_Recom writing

[parvulous-writings]

AHHH YOU WRITE FOR BILL AND TED !! there's so little of them on here or anywhere else it's so sad.

If it's not too much trouble, could you write some Bill fluff hcs, or like a mini fic about gn or fem reader tutoring them both and Bill has a crush on them/her?

If not, no worries just ignore. And if you do, thank you for your service 🫡

OKAY OKAY - I'm going to combine these a little bit- so, you tutor both Bill and Ted, and Bill has a bit of a crush on you- as headcanons!

Apologies the sides of tutor/relationship are a tad uneven, I wrote most of this in the early hours of the morning, and muse was... all over the place XD

Not my gif

Bill had always just scraped by when it came to his grades. He was just about average for the majority of his education - but his teachers had always had an inkling that he could push himself more, the same with Ted as well. Neither of them particularly minded being average grade, though - they weren't failing, so why try change anything?

It's only when they start getting further into their High-School education that they have this... Nagging feeling, that something needs to be done- but, no matter how hard the pair of them try, nothing seems to change. Nothing... Grabs them, or holds their attention for very long. They try again and again - drilling each other, testing one another on the right answers to all the questions they've made based on the subjects. It never works, nothing sticks.

Starting to get desperate, Bill starts to turn to you - not explicitly, initially, though. He sits next to you in a couple of classes, so he starts looking over your shoulder every so often, scribbling down as many notes as he can without being suspicious. He manages it - but nothing makes sense to him OR Ted when they look back on the notes.

Unsure of what else to do, they keep up this little scheme. They've no better ideas, and though they have absolutely NO clue what half of it means, they cannot see any other option for them.

Unfortunately, Bill was not as sneaky as he thought that he was. Nowhere even close. You'd noticed a couple weeks ago- and you'd just let him continue, assuming that he would be able to go up at least a grade with the notes you'd essentially given him. But as you watched, his grades never changed. So, you decided to take a more active hand in it.

You approached him and his friend Ted one day, whilst they sat in the corner of the courtyard together, surrounded by books and notes they had made. "Bill, my most excellent friend," The darker haired one began, looking up from his work. "I can't understand a single thing any of these books say..." Bill looks up at this, looking equally as disappointed. "Neither can I, Ted... Neither can I..." He sighs, before returning to his little endeavour.

You clear your throat, startling both of them. They both turn to look up at you. "Uh... Hello?" Ted breaks the silence, "Can we help you?" He doesn't mean to sound rude at all, and if anything, he just sounds like he's attempting to sound like he's a gentleman of a bygone era. "Well, I was actually wondering if I could help you..." You chuckle back at them. Their eyes light up simultaneously.

And that's how it begins - your tutoring lessons. Twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Any subject, and all of them - you leave it to Bill and Ted to decide what you cover, and you spend however long they need on it. You actually begin to notice some remarkable improvement with this method- they finally start to understand and build on the knowledge you help them to gain. They start to improve in class, and you couldn't be prouder of them.

Ted thanked you to know end - and often showed his appreciation with a non-stop flow of all the musical facts stored in his head. Bill, on the other hand, was a little bit quieter. He often just... Gazed at you. He often stayed longer than he needed as well, thanking you for your time and making sure his notes were correct.

It was roughly two months of this before Bill actually decided to make his move on you. "So... Are you doing anything this evening?" "I don't think so... Why d'you ask, Bill?"

He tries to overlook the way his heart flutters - as it has started to more and more in the past few weeks - when you say his name. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to catch a movie with me, there's this drive in theatre not too far away, and.."

You barely have to hear the rest of the sentence before you say yes - and you don't regret it. It was a sweet little evening - Bill even got you popcorn. He drove you home after that - and over the next few weeks, it became your thing. Go out to the movies, have some popcorn. Ted even comes along with you a few times!

You always looked forward to your movie night with Bill - whether it was at the theatre, the drive in, or even at home. Neither of you minded where it was; it was more of the fact that the pair of you were spending time with one another, outside of the tutoring. Even though it sometimes bled over into your study sessions- with Bill often going, "Hey, isn't that like when we saw..." when it's relevant (and even sometimes when it's not) - it's a nice getaway for the pair of you, and it's a little weekly tradition you have to yourselves for a very long time.

#requests open #x reader requests #x reader oneshot #bill and ted's excellent adventure #bill and ted #bill preston #bill s preston esquire #bill s preston #bill and ted x reader #bill preston headcanons #bill preston x reader #80s alex winters #platonic and romantic #fluff

[solarianradiance]

Spoiler free (mostly)

Is it good?

Yes.

Is it for everyone?

Nope.

Should you get it?

Yes, if you are into exploring emotional angst, depression, art, socializing and the struggles that comes with them.

If you are hoping to explore things and character on your own terms at your own pace, you will be disappointed. It's very linear with only forks in the path.

If there are characters you want an in-depth exploration outside of Olivia, at least at significant length, be ready for a bit of a let down.

You are Inco and as the name of the story implies, it's about Olivia, an Alligator Artist that is crippled. Mostly by her emotional trauma regarding something within her recent past that leaves her feeling like shes being used and condescended to, only receiving praise out of pity rather than her work being judged objectively, creating an air of "Nothing I do matters and I feel like a burden on others" around her.

I shall say no more on that front. Her story left me quite empathetic to her.

Also, just to be clear, shes not dying of anything like it might have been implied at points. She just has no use of her legs from the knees down and feels like its making others treat her differently.

As stated before, story is very linear with some forks in the road. These forks will net you a different ending as well as different paths with significant variations of what transpires. So theres actual replay value.

The characters feel like they are all 3-dimensional, even if it doesn't quite seem like it one the surface at first. Take Damien for example, while what you see is what you get, theres a bit more going on under the hood with him.

Lions share of the tale takes place in School, Olivia's Home and out doing activities such as the arcade with friends, so the intriguing dynamic between characters is tested, but it's mostly for Olivia's sake. Which is reasonable, but it feels like she gets a bit too much attention from the writing.

But otherwise, when you get that true ending, by golly does it feel earned with that sense of triumph!

My next point is that 5 things stand out to me as drawbacks.

1: There is simply too much of the spotlight on Olivia.

Olivia is the titular character and the center of the tale, but she hogs the spotlight, almost smothering the life out of the story. I like her as a character, but she is overexposed for it, dominating the narrative. It's usually all about her, directly or indirectly.

This dampens her character, making it feel like shes overly imposing on the reader and hardly lets other characters have their own real moments on their own.

2: The player lacks agency in choosing whom to interact with and how.

As previously stated, the story is very linear. Not just with forks in the road, but with choices that don't seem to matter that much, at least obviously. The only 4 option choice that I recall was what food to order and it always seemed to elicit the same response.

Furthermore, you cannot choose who you want to talk to or how to interact with them. This would have taken a drastically different approach to storytelling, but this is a Visual Novel, one that pays $15US. There really should be considerably more options on how the reader wishes to engage with the story and not be such a passive participant outside of the few forks.

If the story wants Inco to talk to Olivia in a specific manner, then by God he will. I'm not exactly asking for a hundred choices here, just a few more at more frequent times. The ability to choose who to talk to and get to know them more on my terms would have helped things feel more compelling.

3: Too many characters feel like they are side-lined and forgotten about.

Yknow the Gym Teacher in the introductory portion of the story, who totally isn't the Soldier from TF2 as a Bat (I think?)? Yeah he sorta ceases to matter afterwords.

This happens quite a bit with various characters.

4: The time-frame of the story is simply too short for it's own good.

The majority of the story takes place between September and December. While a lot can happen within a single day (which happens a few times), there does not feel like there is a need for this.

They could have easily stretched this story over the course of an entire school year, but chose not to for whatever reason. When you are in December for the dance, you are in the final stretch of the tale.

It creates a sense of "Cut-off" that ought to have no occurred. Perhaps this is personal taste, but, it gives the sense of Inco & Olivia's relationship feeling slightly rushed. 4 months to fall in love is a bit fast realistically, regardless of their cravings for love and companionship.

5: Many scenes go on for too long.

Much of the writing feels like it retreads what has already been trotted upon or just lingers on a matter for simply too long when it should have move on by now. Creating a sense of chaff in the writing.

The 5 pillar characters are Inco, Olivia, Mr. Iadakan, Ben & Mia.

These 5 are at the center of what drives the narrative forward and have far reaching affects on the plot.

Inco & Olivia have ample exploration and development.

Iadakan feels like he could have had 2 or 3 more scenes.

Ben & Mia needed 4 or 7 scenes apiece.

Especially Mia.

========= Mild spoilers. =========

Holy crap, of all the characters in this story that needed the spotlight more, it was her. It was one of the things I wanted and sadly, we do not get that.

If you paid attention to the drawbacks I mentioned, she is the poster child of all those issues. I really wanted to get a sense of her way of thinking and the reasons for her behavior. Just like with Olivia.

I really wanted Inco to confront her, 1-on-1 on mutual terms and either talk it out or brawl it out. It feels like she needed somebody to talk to or fight with. But nope, you do not get any of that. Mia's purpose is about one note and that's it, to be the antagonist.

This whole situation of the story's issues leaves me feeling like there is a large chunk of missing story.

As in, it feels like I only got 70% of this thing. Like they forgot to add the portions for her and Ben.

Now, to be even handed, it's not entirely unreasonable to not get her side of the story and leave it unexplored. Not every villain needs their reasons revealed or a sympathetic light shined upon them. Sometimes bad people are just bad.

But in the context of the story that things are not quite what they seem and there is a reason for people acting the ways that they do... this is a big fat fuck up.

I was expecting a single 1v1 scene between her and Inco at some point, but it never ever comes, at least in the endings I got, including the 4th ending. Which is a big shame, because I truly wanted to get to know her and Ben better.

Speaking of which.

If you want the true ending keep the following in mind.

Respect Olivia's agency.

Encourage Olivia

Challenge Olivia

Let her make her choices for better or worse.

Do NOT collaborate with Ben.

======================= Spoilers end. =======================

Anyways, I do recommend I wani hug that gator, maybe get it on sale if you are not sure.

It's not for everyone as you can tell by what i have written here. I liked the story a lot, but it does have issues, even for those who are interested in the topics and what transpires.

But there is a compelling nuance going on here, so if you are into longer reads and like the idea of an artist trying to accept herself in spite of what others might think of her, and taking up the offers of help in spite of what she thinks of herself, give it a shot.

#I wani hug that gator

[girlblogger666]

Teen pregnancy Eddissy

An: i wanted to write a fic about this but here’s some headcanons instead ✨ also i kinda wanna include this into my secret dating au which shall b posted very soooooon! Enjoyyyy

Okay so before any of this happened, Chrissy would still be “dating” Jason, but banging Eddie in secret

It kinda just happened like during the night she went to see Eddie for drugs one thing lead to the other and boom she realized she really liked Eddie

So the two of them kept doing their thanng while chrissy began to grow even more distant from her boyfriend

Eventually, her perfect best of both worlds came to a crashing end once she realized she got knocked up by none other than the freak himself

It doesn’t bother her bc really she loves Eddie, it just heightens her panic. so of course before she tells baby daddy, she frantically breaks up with Jason, leaving him heartbroken and confused

Eddie would immediately know somethings up so as he waits for her a few minutes after the bell has rung and no other students are around, she confesses

“Eddie,” she’d look up at him with her eyes starting to water, “I’m pregnant.”

Eddie wants to laugh maybe even cry, but he doesn’t because he’s old enough to know majority of it is his fault and he needs to take responsibility from his actions

It never once crosses his mind to leave her or get upset, instead he comforts her by holding her and letting her calm down before they can both decide over their options

Ultimately, chrissy decides she wants to keep it

She’s 17, he’s 19 and they’re almost done their senior year, the months left in school won’t be enough to make chrissy stop continuing her classes

Still, they worry because none of them have enough money to support a baby financially and Chrissy knows the second she breaks the news to her mother, she’s getting kicked out of her house

Chrissy would try to push it off, secretly throwing up every morning as the weeks progress and deep down it hurts her because sometimes she feels as if she’s alone and really wishes Eddie could be there holding back her hair or rubbing soothing circles on her shoulder

It’s not to say that Eddie isn’t doing nothing as he gets a job while managing to finish high school for good

The pressure becomes too much for chrissy and one day she just breaks down after Eddie picks her up and seeing her practically sob into pieces is enough for him to convince her to move in his place

On the night that Chrissy packs as much as she can fit into Eddie’s van, she doesn’t tell her parents anything besides a little letter she wrote explaining as much as she wanted to

Like majority of them do, the rumours spread around school about Chrissy and Eddie, but no one believes it and it’s better off that way

Chrissy would enjoy sleeping in Eddie’s bed every night and getting to wake up next to him on the mornings that their peace isn’t disturbed by her sudden nausea

Also Uncle Wayne would know because Eddie can’t lie to him without feeling like a total douche, but he’d be super supportive and try his best to help out the young couple with whatever he can do

So on the days that Chrissy really can’t get out of bed due to how shitty she feels, she spends her time with Wayne in the trailer

He makes her green tea in one of his many mugs hanging around and tells her stories about Eddie as a baby that make her want to cry out in laughter

The stories make her feel just a tiny bit of excitement for when her baby will arrive and how it might just be an exact copy it’s father

But for the time being, she’d shove those thoughts aside because she still has finishing high school on her mind

Her pregnancy would also be a little hard for her because of her eating disorder, but it gives her the right motivation to start bettering herself one day at a time for the baby’s sake

Eddie really treasuring every moment spent with Chrissy because of how hard he’s been working both to graduate and his job

Luckily, the last months of class fly by, even though they were a tedious pain for the couple, and the two of them graduate together

Chrissy is barely showing and is so happy she gets to relax for the whole summer without ever worrying about the harsh backlash she would’ve received from all the other students

Eddie on the other hand, smiles at the tiny sonogram pic he secretly keeps in his wallet and is proud of himself for turning around his life 💕

Tysmmm for reading!! Idk if I should make a part two cuz these kinda felt long, but reqs are always open ✨💁🏻‍♀️

#stranger things #chrissy x eddie #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #grace van dien #eddissy #joesph quinn #stranger things headcanons #chrissy cunnigham #dad!eddie munson

[sushisocks]

what do u think seans experience in reform school was like?? apparently the punishments were….well.

OH ANON!!!!! YES let's talk about this!!!!

So, a majority of the reform school horror stories that at least I've been hearing over the past few years have been largely been about schools that operated in the 20th century and into the 2010s at the latest, like the Dozier school or Elan. Then obviously there's the rest of the troubled teen industry but that's a more modern thing. Anyway, there's not a whole lot to go on for the late 1800's BUT I did manage to find a website which has a model for reformatory rules and regulations in 1890's Britain, which if nothing else, gives us something to go off in terms of what conditions could be like.

To start with, I think the fact that Sean was sent to reform school instead of other options interesting. Reform school was for delinquents; criminal children. Most likely, this means Sean was involved in criminal activity alongside his father - though, alternatively, it could mean whoever had to deal with Sean in the aftermath of Darragh's death, took one look at him and decided reform school was where he had to go.

Of course, Sean would never make life EASY for the officers and teachers of the school he was sent to. Not only is he there against his will, but those people and that place would, in his mind, all belong to the same entity which orchestrated his father's murder. That boy CAME to school with the intent to escape.

I think, with my HC of him having ADHD and dyslexia in mind, paired with his undoubted lack of respect for whatever authority figures that'd be at the reformatory, Sean would be singled out as a troublemaker from the get. It'd be one of those 'living up to expectations' thing from there, Sean making enemies out of the adults who were supposed to care for him and definitely coming up with ways to make their lives harder.

Sidenote; I definitely believe the little laugh Sean has after remembering his time in reform school was him reminiscing about all the pranks and shit he pulled to harass the workers there lmfao.

Of course, that also means he saw a LOT of the punishments they doled out. On the website they linked above, corporal punishment was VERY much on the agenda and I think Sean def saw the worst of it. I think an important aspect here is the understanding that once these things are seen as acceptable punishments, there's nothing stopping the person doling them out to up the severity of them despite regulations. A flogging shouldn't exceed 18 strokes nor a caning 8; but this offender has had several in the past few weeks and still keeps making trouble, lets add a couple extra just to get the message across.

I think the same goes for the punishments regarding isolation and meal deprivation; you can't tell me a young Sean already doesn't know the feeling of skipping meals out of necessity by the time he arrives at reform school - losing ONE meal as the regulations say with the assuredness of the next would do nothing to dampen Sean's spirits, nor a day in isolation.

Idk, Sean was truly desperate for money/food after 3 days, like that was when he tried to kill someone for it. Personally speaking, I go more than 12 hours without eating and I'd probably try to kill someone too. The 3 days speaks to a familiarity with hunger.

And idk, I definitely think Sean is used to being alone!!! It's why he likes being around people so much!! He grew up with only his father to rely on in the whole wide world, who probably HAD to leave Sean alone for prolonged amounts of time to do what he did as a Fenian & criminal. His scene in RDO also speaks to this; he gets lost and is on his own often!! It's not that he prefers it, but he is definitely used to it, and a day in isolation would probably make 0 difference to him fr!!

So, better up the ante to truly get those punishment across.

These are based on the British regulations for the time, mind! I couldn't find anything similar for the US, and I doubt there'd been a federal standard at the time, so I honestly imagine the punishments were more severe from the get, for Sean. Of course reform schools were supposed to be focused on reform over punishment, but when you're dealing with someone as possibly incessant and unyielding in their misbehavior as I imagine Sean was, punishment WOULD seem like the only option, with the knowledge they had at the time. I think he probably got the worse end of a LOT of it, because he wouldn't capitulate to the will of the reformatory very easily.

I don't think Sean stuck around for very long; around a year at most, I'd think. I also don't think he aged out of it, as the age of majority was 21 and it was more common for reform schools to set them up for some sort of legal work after 'graduating'. So yeah, he ran away, and promptly buried a lot of the bad shit he went through, as he is prone to do.

Thank you for this ask, anon!! I had a lot of fun thinking and reading about this, yall are REALLY indulging me here lolol

#I think reform schools were very individual based on the people who worked and attended there #especially when they were still in their infancy. they only really became a thing in the 1870s and onwards #but considering what the standard of treatment of children was at the time. that still means in general there was probably a lot of #bad shit going on even at the very start. before the power hungry abusers came in and started up schools like evan and dozier #dozier opened in 1900 did you know! evan in 1970 lol #they both closed in 2011 though. bcz of you know. all the deaths and abuse #anyway!! thank u anon for letting me theorize a lil on what reform school mightve been like for sean!! #obviously the answer was always gonna be BAD but yknow. sean is a trooper and a survivor in a lot of senses so #here we are!!! #sean macguire #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 meta #teki talks #rdr thoughts #asks #meta asks #rdr asks

[lolitaa-17]

Maybe one day you’ll feel what I’ve felt now.

College au! Eren x reader, Jean x Reader

Mentions of drugs (marijuana), angst!?

“You’re special to me.”

It was all bullshit. All the lies I’ve kept up with thinking they were noting but the truth.

-

You snuck a joint to your lips. It was a chilly autumn night. You were stressed out with school and work. All of it just stacking up.

“Didn’t know you were a stoner” Eren made his way to the open swing next to you.

“I’m not, just needed to release some stress” you smiled.

“That’s what all the stoners say” He chuckled.

You offered him the joint and he gladly accept it. You slowly started swinging on the swings while the wind blew against your face.

“How did you know I was here” you asked him watching him take a hit of the joint.

“Not gonna lie, I came up here to smoke a doink” he laughed.

“A doink…Eren shut the fuck up” you laughed along with him.

You two sat in silence for a while after while the joint was just being passed around. Eren would usually join you every time you’d go out to smoke a joint. You enjoyed the company every time though. It never bothered you. What did bother you though was when you’d see him in campus and he would act as if he never met you in his life. Just thinking about it ruined your whole tendency.

“Alright imma dip” you get up from the swing to dap Eren up.

“We haven’t finished the J yet” he says passing you the joint but you decline it.

“Nah I’m good. I’m probably just gonna go grab some food and head back to my dorm” you take a sip of your water.

“Woah and you’re not gonna invite to go grab some grubs with you” he holds onto his chest as if he’s offended.

“Well come on then” you started making your way to your car as Eren followed shortly behind.

“What are you feeling?” you look over at Eren who had already been glued to his phone.

“Fine with whatever” he says paying no mind to what you had been saying.

You started the car and connected your phone to the bluetooth. ‘Will He’ by joji started playing. Shortly after you rolled the windows down and started driving to Sonic.

“So where we gonna go get the grub?” Eren asked as he finally turned his phone off and started rubbing his hands together.

“Sonic” you said as you kept all your attention on the road.

“What’s your major again?” His question that he always ask every time you guys hang out.

“Art” you replied.

“What’s with these one word responses now?” He chuckled.

You stopped at the red light and looked him.

“There’s really nothing much to say about my major it’s pretty self explanatory.” You chuckled and looked at your phone to check if anyone had texted you.

“You’re right my bad” he looks out the window.

You turned your gaze back at the road and continued to drive as the light turned green.

Shortly you two arrived at sonic. You two just ordered what you had been craving at the time and sat in the car waiting for your food.

“This shit about to smack” he says as he use the dashboard as ‘drums’ playing some random beat.

“Y/n…and Eren?” You heard a male voice speak from your side of the window.

“Oh hey jean”

“Can you step out really quick I need to to talk to you” jean says while opening your car door.

“Yeah I got you” you step outside the car and follow behind jean as you two were at a reasonable distance from the car.

“What are you doing with Eren? Kind of a strange duo don’t you think?” He ask leaning against one of the tables.

“I know exactly where this is gonna go, and it’s a no.” You say sitting next to Jean.

“That’s surprising, there’s not one girl I know who’s his little sex toy.” He laughed.

“He’s sweet to hang around with, but we’ve never had a moment where things got weird.” You leaned your head on Jeans shoulder.

“That’s also surprising.”

You and Jean always had an on and off relationship. But it never ended terrible it was just wrong time right person type of deal. In college you feel like having a relationship is not really an option for you.

“You also reek of weed.” He says pushing your head off his shoulder as a joke.

“Shut up” you quickly get up from the table.

“I’m gonna head back to the car, I’ll catch you later” you hugged him before making your way back to your car.

You entered the car to see Eren on his phone.

“He definitely still wants you.” Eren says before looking up from his phone.

“He is my ex and we never ended on bad terms” you chuckled.

“You still have feelings for him?” He asked turning his phone off and fixing his full attention towards you.

“Well yeah obviously just not as much” your phone buzzed taking your attention away from Eren.

Jean:

‘Don’t let him fool you y/n.’

You look up from your phone and see Jean turning off his phone and making his way to his car as he just grabbed his food.

Eren felt a burning sensation in his chest. Seeing you give all your attention to a boy that wasn’t him made him feel some type of way. He never had a problem with any other girl but you.

“So graduating this year from college huh? How do you feel?” He asked you trying to gain your attention back to him.

“I’m excited” you say looking out the window as the food was finally arriving to the car. ‘Thank you’ you say to the worker as you gave her tip.

You passed Eren his food as you started stuffing your face with your own food.

“It’s crazy though, all your friends are juniors and here you are the only senior” he says also stuffing his face with his food.

“Only because of that dumbass high school that moved me up a grade”

“Thats impressive though, nerd” he says moving his arm around your shoulders.

He moves in closer while looking at your lips. “I know you and Jean were talking about me” You kept eating calmly so he didn’t become skeptical.

“Not really…not everything revolves around you pretty boy” you flick his nose.

“He didn’t try to ‘warn you’ from me?” He says looking back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

You nod “He was just asking me about some art project we have due soon.”

“Good” he slowly moves closer to finally meet your lips.

You’d be lying if you said you hated it. His soft pink lips the felt nice. You followed along his rhythm. You shortly pulled away.

“I’m tired that joint was indica.” You laughed as you started the car connected your Bluetooth again. This time ‘So High’ by Doja cat was playing.

Eren kept his gaze on you, he hasn’t said anything ever since you broke the kiss. ‘Why were you so hard to get with?’ He thought to himself. ‘Maybe because you’re still caught up on your ex?’ He thought to himself again.

“Next time we gotta do sativa.” He says finally breaking the silence.

“For sure.”

After a couple minutes you arrived to Eren’s apartment complex.

“It was nice hanging out tonight.” You say parking the car waiting for him to leave.

He grabs your chin as he pulls you towards him. His soft lips were now on yours again. His soft pecks made its way towards your neck as he sucked a bit harder.

“Watch it” you push his head back a bit, you knew exactly what he was trying to do.

You could feel the smirk on his lips. He made his way back up to your lips placing soft gentle kisses on your plump lips. He leaned over to take your seatbelt off. He grabbed your hips signaling you to get on top of his lap.

Maybe you did lie to Jean that nothing weird had ever happened between you guys, but it was for the better. You and Eren had a little thing here and there but you guys never actually had sex, you refused to become one of his many sex toys.

You were now on top of him grinding against his lap feeling his rock solid dick. You moved your lips away towards his neck. You definitely sucked harder than he did. But you didn’t care and he didn’t mind not one bit.

“You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you y/n” he whispered in your ear.

“You already know me Eren” you smirked as you softly pecked his lips once more before returning back to the driver seat.

He scoffed as he pointed toward his dick signaling how hard he was.

“Well you’re home now so you can go take care of that” you winked as you buckled your seatbelt back on.

He chuckled before leaning in to get one more soft peck before exiting the car.

- 2 days later -

“Girl I don’t care I’m always gonna be team Jean” Lin said as she was braiding her hair getting ready to head over to her bfs house.

Your phone buzzed

Eren:

🍃?

“Like how does he tell you he wants to fuck you soooo bad but then walks around the campus like he don’t even know you?” She says finishing up with her hair.

“Yeah that’s what gets me all the time” you say laying down like a starfish on her bed as you responded to Eren.

You:

Too tired to get up.

Eren on the other line smiled at his phone with an idea in his head.

Eren:

Bet.

You were a bit confused by his response but shrugged it off. “So Tony’s tonight?”

“Yeah he wanted to go grab some dinner together then head to his house for the night” lin winked.

You chuckled before getting up from her bed as she got up to start heading out. “Don’t invite any douche bags” she looked at you while prepping her bag.

“Chill I’m not, I’m probably just gonna watch some movies and call it a night” you yawned following her to the front door.

She opens the door revealing Eren who was about to knock. Lin looks at you ‘are you serious’ was written all over her face.

“I didn’t know he was coming” you whispered enough for both of them to hear you.

She rolls her eyes pushing past Eren, “Bye y/n, text me if anything” she emphasized ‘anything’.

Eren looked at you and smiled “anything?”

“What are you doing here?” You ask him letting him in.

He set a bag on the counter taking out all the snacks and drinks “so I heard my little princess was tired to hang out so, I brought you some snacks so we can just chill here.”

“Free snacks I guess” you take the bag of snacks and take them to your room while Eren followed behind.

You two just sat on your bed while smoking another joint. Low music played in the background on your speaker. And there you were again on top of Eren making out with him.

“Y/n please” he whispers.

You removed his shirt as he did the same. You slowly sway your lips back and forth ignoring his words. The breathing between the both of you got heavier. He was now hovering on top of you. Moving his lips down to your stomach leaving soft kisses here and there.

“Eren please” you said stopping as he was trying to remove your shorts.

“Y/n I know you think that once you let me hit I’ll just ghost you, but trust me I won’t. You’re special to me.” He says leaving a soft peck on your lips again.

But that’s exactly what he did.

-

Days passed weeks even and you never heard from Eren. You turned your phone off after you blocked him. You knew exactly where it was gonna lead. You were vulnerable to his touch, it was your fault for even letting him in your dorm that day.

“I told you y/n” Jean say laying beside you.

“I don’t want to hear that right now Jean” you rubbed your face.

Although Jean was your ex, he was also your best friend. He was mad that you and Eren had been messing in the first place but there was nothing he could really do since you two hadn’t been dating.

“Come here” he says opening his arms.

You hugged him tightly as the tears streamed down your face. “I’m so stupid” you whispered.

“Yes you were” Lin says bringing a bowl of popcorn to your room.

“But it’s okay we all make mistakes” she lays down on the opposite side of you and Jean.

-

Eren left some girls room who was in the same building as yours. He dialed your phone number while he stood in front of your dorm room.

Voicemail immediately.

What was he expecting though? He went weeks without speaking to you and he expected you to answer his call?

That night you and him slept together, he whispered all these things in your ears. All these sweet words of affirmation. He never did that to anyone, but only you so it was more believable that you were ‘special to him’.

You really were special to him. But he claimed he just wanted one thing out of this friendship.

A couple minutes passed Jean walked out of your dorm room, which caught Eren by surprise.

Jean noticed Eren standing by the door.

“The hell are you doing here?” Jean asked closing the door behind him quickly.

“I could ask you the same thing” Eren says cocking his head up.

“Listen Eren…you and I aren’t the same. Me and y/n had a past where I gave her everything and loved her, meanwhile you? You just fucked then dipped. So if you think that this is a competition between us …you’re wrong.”

Eren stayed silent while staring at Jean. Jean was right though. Even if Eren tried to win you back the answer to everything will always be Jean.

“You’ve made her miserable these last few weeks. She really thought she could trust you” Jean walked away leaving Eren there.

As soon as Jean was out of sight, Eren knocked on the door. Seconds later Lin answered.

“She’s sleeping what do you want” she says closing the door behind her so he couldn’t catch the glimpse of you sitting on the couch watching some movie but he did see you.

“I know she’s in there and awake. I just want to see her” he says rubbing his neck.

Lin goes back inside. Soon after you walked out.

His eyes soften at the sight of you.

“What is it Eren?” The tone in voice was something Eren never heard, it was soft but harsh at the same time.

He pulls and a blunt and smiles bittersweetly.

You just looked at him.

“I’ve been sober for a while, graduation is around the corner” You say looking into his eyes.

“Yeah sorry” He whispers.

“Listen y/n, everything I said-“

“Was a lie obviously” He looked up at you to see the tears forming in your eyes.

To Eren you had always been a strong person, you rarely cried in front of him or at all. This was the first time he’s seen you cry.

“I know and y/n I really am sor-“

“Don’t apologize Eren, it’s not your fault. It’s mine for even letting anything happen knowing damn well what was going to happen after” you wiped your tears.

His heart ached. The guilt stacking on top him like a bunch of bricks. This relationship he had ruined all because he couldn’t stop thinking with his dick.

“It was nice knowing you during these 3 years” you smiled as the tears stained your cheeks.

And there he was left alone as you made your way back into your dorm room. He knew that meant that you two were never going to be in each others future probably ever.

-

He walked into the venue. Many parents and family were in seats waiting for the ceremony to start. He got a ticket to the graduation to see you once more.

After an hour your name was finally called up. He looked at the big screen to see that big smile you had as you grabbed your diploma and walked toward your seat again. It was the last genuine smile he’d seen from you.

-

He would always go to the same park you two would always meet up at. But this time he would be alone. He rarely hooked up with anyone this year. He was focused on just graduating.

He regretted everything too late. He regretted not taking things serious with you. He regretting ignoring you on school campus. Because now you’re ignoring him. And it hurts like hell. He tried texting you a couple times but the messages he sent were green. He quickly figured out that you had blocked him.

-

“You excited?” Jean says fixing Eren’s tie.

“Yeah” Is all he could mutter.

“Dude you’ve been like this for the whole school year, what’s wrong?” He asked while looking at himself in the mirror after fixing Eren’s tie.

“How it she?” Eren asked Jean.

Jean stopped suddenly figuring out why his demeanor had changed this year.

“She’s been doing really good actually, she’s been doing well with her art and stuff” Jean zipped up his gown.

“She’s actually coming today” he smiles while he put his cap on.

“Did you two get back together?” He asked Jean while zipping up his gown.

“Yeah like 5 months ago” Jean says avoiding eye contact with Eren.

Sometimes Eren wishes he was in Jeans shoes. He was perfect. A perfect boyfriend, a perfect best friend.

Suddenly Jean got a phone call. He walked a bit away from Eren before answering the phone and putting it on speaker since he was still fixing his gown and cap.

“Hey baby” he says.

“Where are youuu! Hurry I want to see how you look!” You heard her voice, the squeakiness in her voice of how impatient she was to see her boyfriend.

You smiled to yourself just thinking about her face.

“Yeah I’m gonna be heading out soon with um Eren” Jean replies.

“Oh okay text me when you guys head out, I’m here with your parents right now.”

Eren’s smile faded, his parents would’ve loved you. The fantasy of you being his girlfriend took over his head. The way he’d be calling you baby and how you’d be begging him to hurry up.

-

The ceremony was long and boring as usual. Eren made his way out the venue along with everyone else.

He looked around to see you and Jean kissing. There it was again, that heart ache he always had whenever he se saw you and Jean together.

He suddenly saw you walking over to him.

“You did it too” You have him a sudden hug which caught him by surprise.

“Y..yeah” he hugged you back, if nobody was around he probably would’ve picked you up and bursted crying but he couldn’t, because you weren’t his, and you never were.

“About the past y/n-“ you back away from the hug and shushed him.

“I don’t keep grudges forever Eren” You laughed. That laugh how much he missed it.

“Yeah? Well you still have me blocked” he chuckled bitterly.

“Sorry I’ve been busy, I’ll unblock you later” you smiled as Jean snaked his hands around you.

“Congratulations though��pretty boy” you flicked his nose once more before heading back to Jean’s family.

All he could do is watch you walk away. He would run after you and grabbed you if he could. But he couldn’t. But at least he knew that you’d always be in minimal contact with him. That’s good enough for him though.

“Now I know how you felt y/n” He whispered as his tears ran down his face.

-

Hey I’ve been gone for such a long time because I literally did not know what to write and because school was kicking my booty 😭😭 I barley passed this year guys trust me. But ayeeee 😛😛 summer breakkkkk.

This was low key rushed but I hope you guys enjoy !

I just reread this and I literally cannot spell..anyway let me know if you guys want an Eren ending 😉.

#jean kirstein #eren yaegar #aot x reader #angst #jean kirschtein x you #eren x y/n #college au #attack on titan

[shipsgaysfordays]

Remus and The Pureblood Problems

Something just a bit smaller to end February out, I had an idea and I really wanted to roll with it. The gang meeting on the train and becoming friends, though there’s some complications and feelings there too.

[Also some discussion of blood purity, so if that feels weird to you then don’t read it]

Sirius uses they/them pronouns, also fuck jkr, don’t give her your money, she has stated before that she will use it to support transphobia. Plus the game’s antisemitic and this has been discussed by multiple people on multiple occasions.

It uses Infatuated/Feeling/Adore/Cherish/Euphoria/Cute prompts for @wolfstarmicrofic

if you want to read more from me, check out my ao3

ONTO THE STORY.

Prior to going to Hogwarts, Remus’ father had done his best to tell Remus who to avoid, which was basically everyone. 

“You’re a halfblood, some may call you a mudblood even, don’t get angry over it. Don’t let your anger spike over any of it, if you want to stay there, then you need to calm yourself. Stay quiet, stay unnoticed. Wouldn’t want anyone to suspect you’re a beast,” Lyall warned him the night before, sitting in his room with the majority of his things packed up. 

“Avoid the purebloods where you can, especially the slytherin purebloods.”

Remus nodded, and soon after he couldn’t nod off to sleep. He layed in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling far more worried for what would come next instead of the excitement that his mother expected. Or the sense of gratitude that his father expected. Then again, by this point he was used to not living up to his father’s expectations. 

…

Now Remus was in the train station, walking away from his teary eyed mother and cold stoic father, into the unknown. The unknown just happens to be a bright red train. 

He got there just a bit later than he would have liked to, he wished he could have scoped it out in advance, find an empty compartment so he could keep to himself, so if anyone were to ask to join him it would be his decision rather than his having to beg to join someone else. He wandered the halls, all the compartments had other kids already there. One compartment, he felt tingles being around, and not in a fun way. In the: someone’s pricking you with a million sewing needles way, in a burning way, in a…silver way. And looking in the window, there was in fact a person wearing a bright silver pureblood pin. Shining. Shining almost as much as the face of the kid wearing it. Almost immediately, Remus was a bit infatuated. But he shouldn’t. After a moment, he realized just how long he had been standing and staring at the boys already there, so he started moving along. 

Guess I’ll just wander for the whole ride. Won’t be too bad. 

Until he heard. 

“Hey!”

He kept walking.

“Hey, dude! Dude with the brown hair!”

No, no, don’t mean me, no. Remus was mortified.

But the other boy was running up to him as Remus had started quickening his pace. 

“Hi, I’m James, do you want to sit with us?” 

“I shouldn’t,” Remus looked at the boy, not the same person he was infatuated with, but if any of them noticed Remus’ staring then he would not ever in a million years be able to live that down. 

“The other compartments look close to full, we have room.”

“I really shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

Remus turned around and started walking again, I can’t say, I can’t tell him about…I can’t. I wouldn’t ever get to go to Hogwarts, and Da would kill me if I came home after 2 hours at a school he’s worked months to get me in.

“Is it about my friend? With his stupid pureblood pin? We don’t care if you’re not.”

Remus stopped, here’s your excuse, here’s your fallback, just act like the silver doesn’t matter, “You’re sure you guys don’t care.”

“None of us do, or at least I don’t, and if any of the other boys do then I’ll kick them out.”

“So you’re the leader now?” Remus smiled.

“I’ll allow for a vote, the options are me, me, James Potter, me, this other annoying bastard who you really wouldn’t want to vote for named Sirius, me, oh and don’t forget me, this guy named Peter but he’s not all that sirius about running, and you mustn’t forget that I am running for this election and me and my team could really use the votes.” 

“What about a co-leader?” Remus asked as they walked back to the compartment. 

“Who’s running for office?”

“A little known guy, name’s Remus.”

“I’d vote for him.”

“So, we have an agreement?” Remus asked.

“An agreement,” James and Remus shook hands, and then entered the compartment. 

“Through a totally and utterly fair and balanced election, me–James Potter–and our new friend–Remus–are now the co-leaders of our little group,” James announced to the other boys, who were now staring at the straggler James had brought in. 

“When was the election?!?” an outraged and slightly chubby boy asked. 

“In the hall,” James answered. 

“And why weren’t Sirius and I a part of it?” the boy who’s seemingly named Peter, continued to question. 

“You weren’t out in the hall, gotta be in the right place at the right time if you want power in this world, Petey, my boy,” James patted him on the shoulder, “you could be the secretary, or the foreign minister.” 

“Who would be the foreigners?” 

“Anyone not in our group–”

Remus stopped listening to their conversation as he started to realize the person across from him staring, with something that looked like it may be fondness in their eyes. Though Remus didn’t want to get his hopes up, especially not a pureblood heartthrob with gorgeous hair who just happens to be wearing silver, that’s actively making Remus feel a bit nauseous. Or maybe it’s all the feelings of adoration for a random dude that’s making Remus nauseous. Either way he’s feeling queasy, at least he can blame it on motion sickness.  

As the car shook and he bumped into the wall, Remus was taken out of his trance, thank Merlin. 

“So, let me get this straight–”Remus started, but a little bit of his hearing, his stupid but glorious wolfish hearing, heard the worst joke, some of the worst words ever spoken. Yet also the best words. Words Remus would cherish.

“I’m not…anymore,” Sirius muttered in a low tone, covering their mouth with their hand. 

Not getting caught up in the euphoria, not this time, Remus continued his speaking, “So that’s Peter,” he pointed to the questioning boy from earlier, “and that’s Sirius,” he pointed to the queer cute person with long black hair. 

“And I’m James,” James added. 

“Yeah, but I met you already,” Remus rolled his eyes. 

“I’m important too,” offended, James put his hand to his chest as he scoffed.

“Not as important as me,” Sirius grinned, sarcastically. 

“Oh, because you’re a pureblood?” Remus asked, “like a dog?”

All the blood in Sirius’ face drained, going somehow whiter than it was before, paler than a sheet ghost. 

“Well…I mean, I’m a pureblood too,” James coughed, awkwardly. 

“So am I,” Peter bit his lip, and then looked up at Remus, “then again, I’m not a part of the most noble and ancient House of Black.”

Remus’ eyebrows quirked up in confusion. 

“Look, I rescind my statement, I rescind it. I’m the same as the rest of you,” Sirius started taking off the pin, “if not worse,” and they grinned what would later be called that Sirius Black grin, as they placed the pin in their pocket. 

Remus felt a pinch of relief, like a small wave waiting for the ocean to follow it.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #young wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #remus meeting the marauders #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders meeting

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

Oh boy, never expected to see a Devil Survivor character in here which means it’s anti-propaganda time. I cannot help myself.

The character I’m talking about in question is Kazuya Minegishi, who’s actually the protagonist of the first game. He’s actually a blank slate character like his spiritual successor, Hibiki Kuze, but this just means that you get to play the games entirely projecting yourself onto them. The Devil Survivor series was a Shin Megamind Tensei spinoff series created for the DS family line. While it’s absolutely a fan favorite when it comes to MegaTen/ Persona fans, the games unfortunately aren’t well known outside of the fandom which is honestly a DAMN shame because it’s not for lack of trying.

The first game is about trying to survive the next seven days inside of a city-wide lockdown. Thanks to a modified device called a COMP, you and your party (fortunately or unfortunately) have been given the ability to summon demons in an effort to survive against much stronger demons. While that’s already bad enough, you also have gained the ability to see a person’s “death clock”, the exact day that a person will die.

No one in the quarantine’s death clock is larger than seven days.

Several party members include: A cosplay idol, a local gang member, an elementary school tutor, the daughter of the cult leader that probably started this whole mess, and a demon that joined your party to help protect weaker demons because he became inspired after you saved his life.

Objectively the first game is the better out of the two, but the second game in my opinion is absolutely a worthy successor. Your character is convinced by his best friend, Daichi (voiced by Ben Diskin), to put an app on his phone that will send him the occasional creepy video of one of his friends’ death. Things stop getting funny after you each get separate videos of the both of you dying in the same train accident, alongside another girl named Io. Sure enough, minutes later a terrible earthquake happens and the only way to survive is to use the app to make a contract to be able to summon demons (hilariously, you can get a game over here if you keep selecting the no option, forcing you to start the game completely over).

You must survive the next seven days while having to battle a new threat each night- a massive demon belonging to a group of stars in the Ursa Major constellation known as Septentriones. Also the protagonist of this game is repeatedly called “Shining One” and is. Maybe the reincarnation of the Devil depending on how you interpret the story?

Both games each got a sort of remastered sequel a few years after they both came out, with a different route that made each game twice as long. They’re called “Overclocked” and “Record Breaker” respectively. They’re good games and you should play them.

^

#asks #not blorbo poll #propaganda?

[unproduciblesmackdown]

thinking about how in bmc we get this like 2pg as this ode to a relationship towards the start of the show, rather than later when after a couple breakup songs at different points the relationship is resolving (which of course gets to be a 2pg reprise)....where this premise is jeremy beginning the story in the midst of this building crisis about his entire life past present future where he's seeing no options for a way out of this (so, can't get much worse for him) in part thanks to how he's not finding help or even a lack of inadvertent or entirely advertent hurt from others....except his one bestie, But Also, that relationship already being in this 2pg-worthy place too isn't about how it could & must be enough to "fix" jeremy's entire life feeling consumed by this crisis here, like this relationship has to do That & be Everything else for good measure. but the relationship Does provide jeremy with Support & Motivation, which he needs to go pursue what seems like this one option for things to change & work out for him, b/c he can't wait for college, & even if of course getting a squip is a bad idea like, well that's his Journey & thee story happening, & jeremy's sure still trying & driving the plot along going after a goal here, important stuff & positive from that perspective

thinking of how seems like jeremy's reaction to michael's entire introduction in more than survive can be / was played in different ways in that moment, jeremy could be Largely [clearly relieved & cheered up but still also clearly going tf through it] or more like, jeremy's relief mostly being that he's more relaxed than actively distressed / on edge in other interactions including that of trying to navigate a space with other people, and he's more clearly wearied still than particularly cheered up, emphasizing as well how michael's vibing through lunchtime & these next couple years of high school is a bit more self-contained, i.e. happening while jeremy lags behind out of sync & having a crisis, girl you look grim....and again it's like, how michael isn't Solving jeremy's whole life. & this isn't really Against him at all. b/c the squip isn't gonna do that & also none of the people around him are supposed to be doing that as this pseudo squip replacement & just Be That Key to everything that he "needs" (he doesn't) as is emphasized in vimh where any given person's input, well-meaning & indeed helpful & valuable as it can be, isn't something jeremy has to potentially approach like "huh, are they completely right b/c my own feelings & goals & thoughts are in turn apparently so completely wrong that i've only brought myself to the depths of despair & see no way out...?" as he did with the squip, and there's so much less pressure about things because he realizes he Does have his own feelings & goals & thoughts to turn to after all, he wasn't [existing inherently wrong], & a major part of thee despair of it all was that dissonance between just trying to exist as a person and all the unending continual punishment of that....all related to how vimh also gets to end triumphantly with jeremy fine and happy and Alone

thinking of of course disagreeing with some analysis of bmc as saying, b/c jeremy & christine do kiss & plan a date, that jeremy Needed to abstractly Get The Girl(tm) to be happy. disagreeing b/c (a) jeremy was also on his own when the climax reaches its climax & he rejects & defeats the squip's last stage of its boss fight by being like actually no my liking christine & wanting her to like me wasn't about just Obtaining her*, and it's after this point that jeremy's Already in vimh mode. the scene starts & he's back & things sure only get better for him as the scene progresses but he's already good to go, he's already in a place where whatever happens he feels he can handle it, even if anything's miserable that's not all there is, not now & sure not forever. & (b) *jeremy liking christine & wanting her to like him (& christine also indeed liking jeremy) as an arc before the ending was about the mutual Motivation & Support they find in each other, just like made michael's relationship crucial for jeremy as well. b/c any given person isn't gonna know how or be able to Resolve someone's whole lifechanging character arc here lmao but at the same time they have these key roles in it & obviously a positive impact....the way "well this person can't / shouldn't be Everything" doesn't then mean "so any given person should be Nothing" such that like getting support from others / having interactions where emotions are relevant / etc is some kind of failure or Wrong. two sides of the same accursed coin

and (c) in case we were confused, in vimh before interacting with christine at all jeremy was already thinking christine probably hates him, and obviously isn't happy about that, but Is Still Already Fine. no he didn't Need to "get the girl" to already be vimh mode out here, bmc actually says

and how i then also would similarly disagree with like "all jeremy needed all along was michael as the better/best romantic option here" not b/c i think there's some correct [who Must / Should date] combinations or anything, absolutely jeremy & michael could date & that could be a positive significant thing....you could also write a whole other version of thee narrative here where things lead to that instead (although? it wouldn't have to change much, obviously.**)....but just that, again, it Wasn't all jeremy needed. and the story as is doesn't say that Christine was/is all jeremy needed or needs. the support & motivation people are finding in their relationships out here....thee discovery, flexibility, conditions for growth lol, Possibility: which is especially what jeremy finds in his going like "i want to date And i want to be" re: christine as someone he sees being so spontaneous / weird / Herself in a way that looks more bold & [thriving] to him than christine even feels or sees in herself. though then she sees it in him lol, and we're off....vs. that jeremy's also struggling with the lack of flexibility/possibility he feels with his relationship with michael, b/c their thing is great & helpful but he still can't wait for college....jeremy & michael also get to have an arc to their relationship for the fact that b/c it's meaningless to be "perfect," they're navigating that their relationship Does have this flexibility & possibility: jeremy thinking it can only be as it is, as good or bad as that might be, like how he feels about the course of his whole life, is what the squip leverages about "cut [michael] off or you both drown" to set off the Loser Geek Whatever scene....jeremy leaving behind Michael & Everything Else That Might've Been Good about his sense of his relationship with like, whatever in his life, including of course his whole relationship with Himself, because his relationship with christine is the one that at least looks like Possibility to him, and he feels like he's choosing Possibility by embracing the squip. and then jeremy & michael get to have some fights and resolutions along with 2pg reprise there lol, including even that someone with an adult's perspective had to be the one introducing that Possibility to michael in turn, that it doesn't have to be (conclusion foregone: can't be) over, and that for this to be true it has to be about prioritizing trying to reconnect with this person in another stage of his crisis but now more isolated really, rather than putting the hurt feelings front & center right now, if & when you love somebody....** what was i about to say here? i don't know, but i'll just like. i dunno say how yeah jeremy of course doesn't Just Need to "get the Anyone," not true re: christine, not true as-is re: michael either b/c yeah their relationship arc is about finding that ability for their relationship to change & evolve along with them as individuals / their lives, rather than it needing to be static & contained to be the bedrock of their [holding on for dear life till high school ends]. and idk even if you rewrote things or just interpreted the story to be "michael was perfect for him all along" like yeah bmc isn't trying to be about finding the one perfect person to possibly not only resolve your entire emotional arc that's also about your relationship with yourself & your whole life, but might even preclude it, like no, we're just dating now so it's all fine or all simply irrelevant now

well anyways yeah the key relationship is that of jeremy with Himself, such that like a character and a lot of the plot & conflict is taking place within his own head, & we not coincidentally start And end the show with jeremy alone onstage. but his experiences & interactions & relationships with other people is of course entirely relevant to his relationship with himself. and nobody has to be already & forever Perfect for preventing jeremy from having any problems, both in the way of "that's possible & reasonable to expect from anyone" and "it's possible & reasonable to expect jeremy to accept that actually the correct Only Way Forward/Out Of This is assessing the correct person as the necessary soulmate," so that's not the relationship he has with christine, nor michael. any given person being neither Everything nor Nothing. the importance of possibility; the show not saying "everything's fine now" in the end, but that getting through anything unfine is so possible to everyone. jeremy going from "if someone i like likes me then that's validating right" (which isn't "enough" from michael already b/c he's Had that & his life is still shit, b/c he's really seeking out the Possibility in it) to how his and christine's actual relationship, starting properly in ilpr, is Already [possibility], spontaneous & flexible & inspiring, motivational, supportive, enjoyable, so on so forth....christine deciding to date jake b/c that too looks like Possibility beyond the bedrock of even something she does also already genuinely love, same with jeremy re: michael

as always in theory this was gonna be like several sentences, & i'll post it b/c it sure already Exists lol, but yeah uhh tl;dr was something about how "yeah who'd enjoy it if jeremy 'just needed' to 'get the girl.' good thing the show doesn't say that" and "wouldn't enjoy it either if he 'just needed' to 'get the guy'" and "hooray for no one needing to consider anyone, or be considered by everyone, as either Everything or Nothing. squip logic to put it all on the line like 'michael can't fix your life? he's gotta go'" and "hooray for relationships (including with yourself) being about indefinite unlimited unruly Possibility versus defining any &/or all of them as all-consumingly, necessarily at odds with possibility, b/c the only thing that should be possible is happiness now & forever, at least only as far away as [romantic partner] is" and "also we Do get jeremy having relationship resolution with michael before vimh; he's fine In vimh even before knowing christine doesn't hate him, which also isn't the same as wanting to date, and they don't have to date" and "also their dating isn't the only thing that makes / has made their relationship meaningful so like even if they stop dating or they never started they'd still have that meaningful relationship" and etc & so forth. oh bonus "that of course when jeremy's Alone that doesn't mean [and forget all the relationships he has / their past present or future influence or relevance] like they're ongoing even when he's alone. the influence relevance & even presence of the relationships is there within Just Him. not everything not nothing. or both [alone] and [maximally connecting] are everything at the same time, and they're both nothing at the same time, or either is nothing/everything at once. so: somethingships for any & all or none"

#bmc

[izukuwus]

Edible Arrangements 32

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A/N: this isn't late it's still sunday don't look at me I was debating whether or not to put a baby in the cake I'm baking don't LOOK at me

short chapter today, but unrelated oneshot coming next weekend! I ended up wanting to polish it before posting.

Chapter Summary: Life isn't just the romance genre.

Warnings: mild angst, murder talk, serial killer talk

Word count: ~2400

“P-pardon if this is a weird question, Detective, but do you have some kind of truth-detection quirk, by chance?”

Damn. Izuku’s gone in for the kill. You sit nervously on the far armchair, still cradling Sbeve to keep him from flinging anyone’s drinks or any mischief of the sort. He’s content to stay there, which is a blessing in itself.

The detective raises his eyebrows. “I do, as a matter of fact. How did you…”

He’s telling the truth.

Fucking hell, he’s telling the truth.

You’re suddenly tense as all hell, wondering how best to approach any word that might leave your mouth. You’ve done nothing wrong, to your knowledge it’s not like you murdered the girl, and you’re tense all the same.

Does everyone feel like this around you all of the time?

“O-oh, I just know someone with a similar quirk! You both do the same thing where you just kind of visibly accept stuff people say without worrying too much about it. I know I can be hard to believe sometimes because I have a bit of a nervous stutter, so it’s actually reassuring to know that you don’t think I’m lying!”

Well, Izuku sure feels the pressure.

“Especially about the tenancy thing,” you add with a sigh. “I agreed to rent the room from him before either of us realized he was a professor at my school. You would not believe the shit my best friend gives me about it.”

Detective Normal laughs. “Well, I believe it, if it’s any consolation. I’ll admit it looked a bit strange to me, all things considered. I’m Detective Tsukauchi, [name], in case you missed it, and this is my partner Sansa. I’ve just got a few questions for the two of you, if you’re willing to answer them.”

You nod, thumbing at Sbeve’s ears to soothe your nerves. “Yes, of course! You’re, um… You’re here about Momo, right…?”

He nods. “I’m afraid so. But let’s not worry about jumping into that right away—are you an Ossenfelder student, Mx. [name]?”

You nod. You can’t help but run your brain over exact activation requirements for his quirk. His partner is keeping quiet—does it only work on questions he directly asks, perhaps?

He hums. You’re watching his face carefully—his eyes narrow just slightly.

You have to be speaking, then, you’re guessing. Verbal responses are necessary.

“What’s your major, then?”

“Quirk studies and theory,” you parrot automatically. “I wanted to go for something more practical at first, like business, but, well, you know. I just didn’t like it.”

There. The subtlest wince. How you’ll know he senses your lie.

“I have to admit, I do believe that the pair of you are just roommates, but it is interesting that you and Dr. Midoriya are living together and he teaches courses in your major.”

You blink slowly. Tilt your head.

“…he does?”

“Sometimes!” Izuku pipes up. “Mostly senior-level stuff. They kind of have me fill in wherever there’s gaps. I was going to bring it up if I actually ended up teaching another Quirk Theory course while you were still living with me, since it’d be really questionable if you ended up in my class.”

(Tsukauchi writes something down.)

“Well, that answers a few questions,” he jokes. “How did you end up living together?”

You sigh, long and tired. “I was desperate. Got fired, got evicted, wasn’t getting work, tuition payments were getting ever closer. Had a very public panic attack in a bookstore cafe, and Izuku ended up comforting me and offering to let me rent a room from him. We didn’t figure out until my boxes were already in his driveway that he taught at Ossenfelder and I went there, but I really haven’t had any better options in the meantime, and we make great roommates, so I haven’t been looking. Rent’s basically nothing, and I earn it back by keeping the place clean and making Izuku’s house not feel so completely empty.”

He nods. He doesn’t ask where you get the money to pay him with, which is fantastic, because you’re not sure “blood money” would go over well with the pretense of a joke being thrown out the window. “I see. So, less about you, and more about what brought us here today: Did you know Momo Yaoyorozu?”

You go carefully, silently still.

You knew, of course, that they would ask. That's why they came here to begin with, it would be stupid to assume that they wouldn't, but the directness, the frankness of it has you feeling hollow all over again.

And it's stupid! Because you didn't know her well enough for this! But this is what's happening all the same, and so you sigh and snuggle Sbeve a little bit before you answer. "Um, yeah. I did. But not all that well. We had a class together last spring, kind of. Or, uh, she TA'd one of my classes. We weren't particularly close, but she was really understanding about my, uh, ongoing mental health issues. I'm... guessing that if you guys are going around asking questions about her, then it wasn't, like, a car wreck that did it."

The cat man, Sansa, grimaces. "Not exactly, no. But we aren't really at liberty to discuss details."

"But—" You suck in a deep breath through your teeth. You think you know how to do this.

Izuku is watching you with mild alarm as you appear to deliberate your next words, when really, you're realizing something.

This is familiar.

It slips, just a little bit, against your brain, one of those things that must not be important, but—

"Please. I just, two years ago on campus I was attacked? By a girl posing as my roommate? And I don't, I don't think they ever caught her, just identified her as a serial killer, and then I never heard anything back?" The tears come unbidden.

Crying on command. Fucking score.

"I just... if she was killed by the same person, because that girl got away because I didn't notice I was living with a serial killer for months, I don't—I don't—"

Tsukauchi shares a look with Sansa. Tsukauchi nods.

Additional score for a near-death experience being used as fuel to pry information out of the cops.

"I actually remember your case," Tsukauchi says. "I didn't recognize you at first, I apologize. Have you been well?"

A short, wet laugh. "I live with a rich college professor who took me in entirely out of pity for me because my entire life has just continued falling apart ever since everything happened with her, and now a girl I know—fuck, knew—"

The pity between them. Izuku, nearly vibrating in his seat with his usual distress at seeing you upset.

You wipe away a tear. “Sorry, sorry. I just… please. I need to know that it’s not… not her.”

Tsukauchi’s lips are pursed tight. You know nothing you said was a lie, so you’re sure he’s thinking, thinking how much to tell you.

“We don’t know enough to say whether or not it’s a related incident yet,” he says finally, the faintest glow to his skin. They have something. “What I can tell you is that several of the circumstances are similar.”

You perform your best recoil. “Y-you think it could be—“

“There’s a possibility. Miss Yaoyorozu was found with stab wounds and strange marks on her body. But listen, that’s all we can tell you, okay? If you see her, or notice anything strange, give us a call.” He slides a card towards you—his number, most likely. Contact information, in case you run into her.

You’re aware of that.

But this has suddenly become very, unbearably, real.

You set Sbeve aside, shivering at the thought of it all. “I, um… I-I need to go, if that’s okay. I don’t think that I can—that I can continue this conversation anymore.”

He considers it, then nods. “Will you be alright, left alone?”

“I’ll be alright long enough.”

It’s not a lie, and so he doesn’t raise any protest. You steal one last look at Izuku before retreating up the stairs, away from the conversation.

When, at last, you’re behind a closed door, you don’t know whether to smile or cry.

You think you might do both.

~

A knock at the door. It sends vibrations against your head, gentle, where you’ve sat with your back against the door since you closed it.

“[name]?”

Izuku.

You take a shaky breath, crawl away from the door far enough that he can’t hit you when he opens it.

“Are you okay?”

You’re not. You’re exhausted. He has to know that. How, you don’t know, but he has to.

“I’m going to open the door, okay?”

You don’t move. You’re sure the image of you is unflattering when he does open the door, and he jolts and nearly leaps back when he sees you, numbly sitting there, back facing the door because you couldn’t be assed to turn around.

It takes less than half a moment for him to recover, and then he’s sitting on the floor beside you, thigh pressed up against your own. “I see you are not okay,” he says gently. “The police left, so if you need to… I don’t know, break or anything like that, feel free.”

“I was just saying true bullshit to get him to talk,” you mumble, leaning your full body weight against his side. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear him say that it had nothing to do with her.”

An arm winds around you as your first tears finally fall. You shrug it off, lay on the floor so instead you’re resting your head on his lap. “I’m not okay,” you say at last. “You’ve been scaring me and she’s dead and that serial killer might be back around or else it might be the one you’re hunting and I still haven’t healed from the last fucked up shit I had to go through and—“

He shushes you gently, a hand coming to comb through your hair. “I never meant to scare you.”

“You’ve done nothing but work on finding that man for two months now. If I wasn’t fairly sure you couldn’t die, I’d be terrified.”

“You know why this is important to me.”

“I do,” you whisper. “But… What are you going to do when he’s gone?”

He smiles. It's weak, doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm not sure that you want the answer to that."

"Izuku. What are you going to do?"

Silence. "You know, we as real people don't know much about actual vampires? They're a relatively new phenomenon, at least where definitive research is concerned, rather than just as a figure in popular culture. We really know almost nothing except the basis—vampires can be created, they drink blood, and they're basically undead and have to be killed specific ways. We don’t even know whether this counts as a quirk or something else entirely."

"Izuku."

"I'm—I'm going somewhere with this. Trust me.”

He really is, so you purse your lips and feel his hold on you tighten. "I've done a lot of scouring. Trying to find whatever shreds of truth I could to understand what the hell I had become. But the thing is just that—we don't know. In some interpretations, once you're a vampire, you're a vampire forever unless some intrepid hunter manages to kill you. In others..." He sighs. Suddenly, his arm around you doesn't feel comforting anymore. The more he speaks, the more the warmth in you curdles. "In other interpretations, lines of vampires can be taken out by destroying the original. If you kill a sire, all of his offspring will die with it. In a lot of them, that's true, actually. Basically most of them outside of the—the romance genre. So really, it’s impossible to tell whether—“

“What are you saying?” The words come out cold.

“I don’t think we’re living in the romance genre, [name].”

You can’t help the way you recoil. “You’re saying that by hunting him, you might…”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take to destroy that man.”

“Izuku, that’s—“ The anxiety rushes your veins, leaving your hands numb as you jerk away. to look at him. To search for any hint of a lie.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and the wild rage rears up in you in response.

Because there’s the lie.

“Y-you know you can’t—“

“I know,” he says, defeated. “I can’t lie to you.” A pause. “M-maybe we shouldn’t have this conversation—“

“No. Izuku, you need to—“

“[name]. This isn’t about—it has nothing to do with you. I have been living entirely to see him again, to destroy him for what he’s done, what he continues to do. Longer than you’ve been alive I have been living to kill him. I’m sorry it upsets you. I-I am! I never want to do anything that would put you in distress. But you have to understand that nothing you could say to me is going to stop me from this. He killed my parents. He killed my mom, right in front of me, just for having been there. I've had to slip into the background to watch everyone I had ever known either die or grow unrecognizable, while I stay here, alone, stagnant! I'm not just going to give up on stopping him, on getting m-my—"

"If you really think you're alone, then I have to ask what we're doing here."

He freezes, eyes wide, a veritable deer in headlights. "Y-you know I didn't mean—"

"No. No, you were right. I think... I'm going to go to bed. You go... grade papers, or hack police databases, or whatever it is you've been doing to destroy yourself instead of sleeping."

You stand, brush past him.

"Where are you going?" he asks weakly.

"I left my phone downstairs."

When you come back up, your recording stopped at last, he's gone. Your room is empty. The light is on in his fucking hidden office.

For the first night in ages, you sleep in your own bed. If the pillow is stained with tears when you wake up, that's between you and Sbeve.

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[lance-space-mommy]

F***ing Chair

Izuku was best friends with his guidance counselor. Inko knew about Izuku’s mental health and Izuku had no problem speaking his mind. Izuku had been hospitalized on a number of occasions because he told Inko. The guidance counselor was aware of Izuku being open with his mom which lowered the stress of betraying Izuku’s trust.

Izuku was incredibly depressed and struggled to cope with the bullying. Being able to wear a facade all day was exhausting as well. It was nice to walk into the counselor’s office and vent. While Izuku was open, he did hide it around his mother. He didn’t want her to worry more than she already was. Seeing the school counselor was the only option considering therapy was far too expensive.

Izuku had Major Depressive Disorder, Social Phobia, Attention Deficit Disorder, and was showing signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder more and more with every encounter of bullying he endured. It was clear the physical and mental abuse he received day in and day out didn’t help. There was no escape when he came home. Cyberbullying was just as severe.

During lunch, milk had been pored all over Izuku. Much to everyones shock, Izuku slammed his book shut and stormed out of the cafeteria. Katsuki scowled, irritated by Izuku’s dramatic reaction. The brown haired bully jumped, not expecting the retaliation. The other bully watched him leave, bewhildered before smirking.

“Let’s get him while he’s in the locker room!”

Katsuki didn’t have a problem with it, wanting to put Izuku back in his place. The other bully tagged along, lauging about how he was going to mock Izuku. They chased after him.

When Izuku’s three bullies spotted him down the hall, his shoulders were tensed, a milk trail following him. His book bag was in one hand and his notebook in the other. There was something about the aura he was radiating that made them uneasy. Midoriya stormed right up to the guidance counselor’s office, threw open the door and let it out.

“Do you know how much I want to fucking pick up a fucking chair and smash it across their fucking face?”

Katsuki stopped in his tracks, eyes wide in surprise. That went straight to his dick.

“Shit. Izuku’s told on us?” whispered the long-finger bully.

“That’s what you’re worried about? He sounds like he wants to kill us,” exasperated the brown haired bully.

Katsuki had more concerns than that. In that split second, he came to the realization he knew nothing about Izuku. He didn’t know Izuku cursed. He never would’ve guessed Izuku got angry. Katsuki wondered if Izuku already was telling the adults at school, was he telling Inko? In a matter of seconds, he realized his entire future lies in Izuku’s hands. Something about that made him oddly hot, feeling flustered by the information.

The guidance counselor didn’t even sound surprised by his outburst. “Oh I know you do. Thankfully you didn’t do it.”

Izuku took a sharp breath before slamming the door behind him. The building shook from the force of the slam, causing the three to share a stunned look. They all crept to the door to listen, needing to know more.

“I’m leaving my stuff here. I’m going to the showers and I’ll be back. I’m skipping next period,” informed Izuku. His tone was sharp, unsteady, and clearly still holding a lot of rage.

The counselor shook her head, fixing her notebook’s position on the desk. “Very well. I’ll try and dry off your things while you clean up.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem kid.”

The bullies booked it to a janitors closet down the hall to avoid getting caught. Izuku came out a couple seconds later, fingers flying on the keypads on his phone. When he disappeared down the hall, the group chose to part their separate ways and head to class.

Katsuki sat at his desk with a scowl. He was frustrated by his feelings. As much as he wanted to hate Midoriya and unleash his rage to make up for extreme weakness he was feeling, he truly didn’t want to. There was some deep fondness resonating within him. He was terrified and that excited him.

Izuku reappeared a period later with a drained expression. His hair was dry, his clothes were completely changed, and his bag and notebook looked perfectly fine. While the trio were mad their stunt didn’t leave any long lasting damage, they were glad their actions didn’t cause him to be so pissed off that he’d kill them.

None of the idiots wanted to be hit in the fucking face by a fucking chair.

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