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Temple of the Forbidden Eye (3)

Indiana Jones x OC

Series Summary: The relationship between student and teacher is strictly professional, or at least it should be. He’s never met his match in archeological intelligence, and if he ever does, it might drive him to do something stupid. 

A/n: since indy came out this weekend, here’s a veeeery long chapter to suffice your indy needs

Warnings: oh boy… bullying, good ol’ fashioned misogyny, mentions of past abuse, mentions of blood and bruises (not explicitly), like.. one swear word.

(Co-written by the lovely @theatrelove3000 you guys should go give her a follow)

The late night work became a regular occurrence, along with her occupying the guest room for those nights. She was always gone when Dr. Jones woke up. It concerned him at first, but he figured she just didn't want to be a burden, not that she ever was. The more time he spent around her, the more it became obvious to him that she tried her best to take up as little space as she possibly could. 

Since her presence in his home became a regular event, he started keeping food stocked. He made it very clear that he did it for her benefit and she was welcome to anything he has. This led to her making dinner for the both of them often while they worked. He would bring whatever they had been working on with him and set it up on the breakfast counter connected to the rest of his kitchen. She would read between steps or they'd talk about whatever the work was. He came to enjoy these times, even if it was only subconsciously. 

Of course, spending as much time with him as she was, it was bound to come back around to bite her. The rumors started relatively quickly. She was able to handle rumors; they'd unfortunately been a major part of her life growing up, and mostly just drew attention from those stupid enough to believe them. That didn't mean she enjoyed the staring, though. She much preferred when she was more or less invisible to her peers and professors. She knew they looked before, that was fine. They were surprised to see a woman in their fancy, expensive classes, let alone one who wears trousers. She didn't mind those looks. Those looks at least were respectful enough to look away when she caught them. Those looks were only because they were shocked to have seen something of her nature…

Now, it's different. Now, they don't look away when she sees them looking. Instead, they throw daggers with their eyes and whisper to each other as she passes. She has had things like this happen before but never for her own decisions. It is different when one makes the choice to continue doing the thing everyone is gossiping about. It made everything more… obvious to her. 

Scarlet was many things; traits that she knew she had and traits that people who she entrusted told her she had. Paranoid was not on the list of said traits. She had never had a reason to be paranoid. Perhaps she did now. Jealousy can make a person do terrible things, especially when the person believes they are more entitled to whatever the object of their envy has. Boys don’t like when they are shown up by girls who are supposedly smarter than they are. Little rich boys hate it more than anything else in the world. 

The twenty-some year old college goers who sat in front of and across her in Professor Jones’ class, only looking behind or to the side of them when he called on her for every question he asked the students. She was smart, but they all had reason to believe he was favoring her over one thing. Her good looks and time available after school. Everyone had heard about their little arrangement, with her as his ‘apprentice’ though she had never done any work in the field. It all seemed too suspicious for a young girl to be residing at her Professor’s home every other day. Her test scores didn’t lie, but the boys in the class did not exactly have access to those. They only saw what was right in front of their eyes, and it looked to them like a scandal. Teacher’s pet, the favorite of them all. She had what they couldn’t have. They couldn’t possibly look at their own merit and decide that it was the real reason for their lacking, so they insisted it must be the fact that she was getting special attention. 

There were two boys in particular, that were especially miffed about her enhanced situation. They had discussed it with one another and took it upon themselves to be the voice of reason, deciding it would be best if she were brought down a few pegs. Just enough to be sure that she wouldn’t feel as high and mighty anymore. 

They waited by the glass case of school awards in the hallway closest to Professor Jones’ classroom, pretending to be in full conversation whilst their colleagues walked by. Some of them entered the class, completely unaware of what the foolish boys planned to do. 

Down the hall came Scarlet Ledger, accompanied by none other than Henry Jones. No other heads were turned as they walked, however, for it was a rather busy time of day, and the students were more focussed on getting to their next class, rather than who they saw in the way of their destination. Last night, they had gone over a series of notes from an old friend of his, who was unable to finish an expedition on an artifact he’d spent years preparing to find. Having received the journals and maps from the retired associate was like being handed the answers to a test. It was all there, and all he had to do now was go out and find it. She had been helping him to figure out the little details, and now the discussion was if she would be joining him or not on this wild endeavor. He, of course, claimed it was too dangerous for a first timer to be brought along on such an elaborate journey. 

“You should start with something more local, like I did,” he turned to her, trying to convey that he did not think her unable, but only inexperienced in the field thus far to take on something so big. 

“It’s not like I’m going alone,” she replied with a small laugh. He made it sound like she would be single handedly making the trek to the treasure. It was a silly notion to think that he was so worried, when he himself was running point on the entire thing. “Not to overestimate you Professor Jones, but I believe you have the ability to defend me if the need should arise. Not that I think it will, I’ll only be assisting you when needed, hence the title of ‘Apprentice.’”

His chuckle was combated by the shake of his head. He knew that eventually he would be giving in to her, because she had this trait of arguing, and just plainly talking her way into something she hadn’t been a part of before. It was often infuriating, but he never walked away from a challenge, even one he knew there was no chance of winning. 

“We’ll talk more after school,” he said, temporarily ending the conversation and walking ahead of her to his classroom. She stopped in her tracks, smiling like a ten year old school girl that was about to be on summer vacation. 

He curved his steps, stepping into the doorway and out of her vision. She usually lingered in the hallway for a few moments, as to avoid the stares when she walked in precisely after he did. It sounded ridiculous that she would even make such efforts, but she made the decision consciously, and it often worked.

She kicked her heels over the ground and clutched her books tightly to her chest, wandering about for a few seconds more. She took steps towards the door, but collided with two young men, and had to back away quickly. 

“I’m so sorry,” she looked to the floor, where one of the boy’s papers had been dropped. She knelt quickly and grabbed them before the breezy open hallway could send them fluttering about. She stood back up to face them with a smile, handing the shorter boy his papers back. “You’ll have to excuse me, I’m afraid I’m a bit clumsier than usual.”

They didn’t say anything, just stood there and stared at her. Strange boys, she thought. She attempted to simply nod and pass around them, but the taller one blocked her way, making himself like a brick wall between her and her favorite class. 

“Pardon me,” she said sweetly, trying once more to walk around him but failing to do so when the other boy decided to also stand in her way. She was peeved, but wouldn't show it on her face. “Gentlemen, I am very sorry for bumping into you, but I really need to get to my class.”

“Hear that, Jim? She really needs to get to her class,” the taller boy said tauntingly. She furrowed her brow, misunderstanding why they could possibly have the need to bother her at this precise moment. She recognized them, they sat in front and across from her. Shouldn’t they also be running along to be seated in time? 

“I think Professor Jones can do without his pet for a few minutes,” the other one spoke with a humorless chuckle. It was clear to her now that they had meant to hold her up, and probably to start a scuffle. These boys were obviously clued into the rumors and false gossip that spread through the halls, but actually having the balls to instigate a fight over it was a rarity. 

“Please, if you could just let me pass,” she tried once more to barrel through the small gap between them, but they shoved her back, and she tumbled to the side a little from the force. She readjusted her grip on her books, trying to compose her posture once more. This all seemed so juvenile, like they would be the school bullies on an elementary school playground. 

“No, I don’t think I will,” one laughed, taking a step closer to her with crossed arms, the other followed. It was beginning to make her feel uneasy, and her usually confident stature was caving in upon being forced into a corner. 

As uneasy as the boys made her, she still tried her best to talk her way out. “Honestly, gentlemen. What are we, children? We all have a class to attend. I doubt you want to be late and risk missing important material.”

“I’ll take my chances,” the taller one said as he took a step closer. 

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Henry was nothing if not observant, and furthermore, he was intricately observant. When the pair of boys walked into his class three minutes late, along with the fact that his best student was still missing from the crowd, he was able to deduce that something happened in the short time he was separated from her, and it involved the two of them. He didn’t know how, but he was quite sure. It was also notable that the two young men were the ones that sat closest to her in the room. She didn’t have a deskmate, for obvious reasons, so the fact that they were in the near vicinity also made him think that they were involved somehow. She was never late, and she was never one to ditch a class of any kind, much less her favorite. 

“Looking for someone?” one of the students asked, clearly referencing the teacher’s pet. It was funny, or at least the rest of the class thought so, breaking into small fits of quiet giggles that filled the classroom. Henry was far from amused, and did not even hesitate to ask about his prized student. 

“Has anyone seen Miss Ledger?” 

The question reverberated against the walls of the room, and made everyone quiet down. There was a hand that had been raised in the very back, it was the boy who had come in late, and sat directly across from Scarlett on most days. After being pointed at, the boy wore a proud look on his face, the expression was enough to send adrenaline coursing through Henry’s veins. 

“I saw her in the hallway only a minute ago. She seemed to be going mad, something about needing to get home so she could find more trousers,” he said, his comedic tone indicating it may have been partially a joke. The classroom again erupted into muffled laughter, but the look on their professor’s face made them straighten up very quickly. 

He wasn’t exactly worried over her, per se, but now very paranoid as to what really occurred in that hallway when he had left her there. She wouldn’t just miss a class for the reason of finding a new pair of trousers. She was his most dedicated student, and would walk through hell or high water to be in her seat by the time attendance was taken. It all just seemed too suspicious for his liking, and as annoyed as he was, he heaved a sigh, continuing his class. 

“Everyone, pay attention,” he began, droning on all the notes he had prepared with Scarlet the evening before. 

She did not leave his mind the entirety of his lesson, which made sense, given half the time he read from the papers, it was her perfect handwriting that was scrawled over the small lines. He was thankful for the release of the bell ringing through everyone’s ears when the hour was over. He only had two classes in the day, and once they were done, he was free to either sit in the Professor’s lounge, or go home. He’d much prefer to go home, considering the circumstances he’d been met with on this particular day. Avoiding the multitudes of female students as he left his office, he nearly ran to his car in the lot, trying his best not to seem like he was in a hurry. The rumors had been heard by his ears, too, and he didn’t want to give anyone fuel for the fire. 

He got home fairly quickly, which was all well and good, but the thing was that he didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do with himself once he’d entered his front door. It seemed ridiculous for him to be acting this way, as he wasn’t even sure of what had happened, but he assumed it was nothing good. He tried to calm himself by sitting on the couch in his office, reading over some of the things they’d started marking out for the expedition. He had maybe distracted himself for an hour before his doorbell rang out. 

He jumped from his seat, scattering the papers and taking large steps towards the door. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see when he opened the door, but the lovely image of Scarlet Ledger wearing a skirt was not on the list. She had made it more than clear in the time they spent together that she had a distaste for skirts because of some not very fond memories in her youth, and yet here she stood in a fitted tweed skirt that started high on her waist and fell just under her knees. Her sweater was the same cream one that she had been in earlier, but the skirt was not even close to her favorite chocolate brown trousers.

Pants are more comfortable, she always said, and they leave no room for impish schoolboys to mess around and flip them over your head when your back is turned.

His furrowed brows were uncontrollable, and it made her feel even worse about the situation than she already had. His eyes that scanned her up and down about three times more were not because of his dislike, but because of his shock. Truly, this was the last thing he ever thought he’d see her wear. 

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, a cheerful smile as if nothing had happened that day. “May I come in?” 

He shook his head to get rid of the nasty feeling, giving her a tight lip smile that was unconvincing next to the one he always gave her when she first arrived.

“I already started marking out the route on the map,” he said while stepping aside to let her in. Feeling the hem of her skirt brushing against his leg felt so strange, and he wasn’t sure if she was ever going to fess up to the reason why she was wearing it in the first place, but he wouldn’t bother her about it, yet. 

“You were supposed to wait for me,” she sighed out, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t paid attention to her words from last night. It had been one of the things she was most excited about. The location had been found, but it was the journey to said location that would hold all the fun that was finding such an artifact. 

“I didn’t think you were coming.”

At this she stopped, turning around and nervously looking him over. It didn’t seem like he knew anything, but she had to be sure. 

“I always come after school,” she murmured, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Well sure, but when you didn’t show up to class, I had my doubts that you’d show up here,” he was nonchalant, but something inside him was irritated. That way she was so perfectly calm, much less while wearing a skirt. She didn’t seem to have any problem in the facts of her absence, and acted as though it never happened at all. “Speaking of which, I’d like to know why you missed my class?”

She stood awkwardly with her hands folded behind her back. She seemed very stiff, and he figured it must be the effects of her wearing the skirt. She seemed far less confident, boreline uncomfortable, which never happened in his presence. He’d made it clear what he thinks of her, and she’d never felt the need to mask her personality, nor her spunky attitude. 

“Oh? Yes, I’m sorry to have worried you,” she paused, straightening up slightly before looking him in the eye as she lied to his face. “I was lingering in the hallway, and felt a bit nauseous, so I decided to stand outside for a minute. Unfortunately, there was a bump in the doorstep that I hadn’t seen before… I fell down and scuffed up my trousers, so I went home to change before walking here.”

The look of utter ‘this is horseshit’ on his face when she finished speaking was so evident, she had to look away in order to prevent herself from faltering. Truth be told, the thing he found most amusing was just how rehearsed the story had sounded. It was so well gone over in her head, and he could hear it in the evened spaces of her words. 

“Is that the story you’re sticking with?” he tilted his head with an unconvinced expression. 

She stopped for a second to think about her response, because clearly he wasn’t buying into any of this. She knew he wouldn’t, but the truth was far more embarrassing and she’d rather not have to retell the events of which she fell into this afternoon. 

“It’s the one I have decided on, yes," she turns back to walk towards his office, choosing not to elaborate further. She decided that her response was good enough, and continued as if she wasn’t being incredibly vague and unconvincing.

He would get to the bottom of it, but if she was this defensive over what had happened, he would need to let her become comfortable again. She looked so out of place in a home she had resided in more than her own. 

As they got started, he neglected to mention anything about the incident. He joined in the act of pretending all was well, but it didn’t settle her like he thought it might. As the night went on, she perhaps got even more tense than she was when she had arrived. 

He watched her as she sat, decidedly uncomfortable in her attire. Her posture was not nearly as good as it normally was. Even when she is half asleep, she sits straight as an arrow, as if a string had been pulled through the entirety of her spine and was holding her up. Her shoulders were always back. It was so natural for her, that normally he would have thought a slumped and curved position was not possible.

Looking at her now, the best way he could describe her stature would be curled. She was curled in on herself. As though she was hiding, or protecting herself from something. It almost appeared that she was trying to shrink in on her already small form. 

“Are you ready to talk about it now, or should I wait a little longer and make you a cup of tea?” Professor Jones tries his best to make his voice light and teasing, but the smile he has that often makes her grin back doesn’t even cause a twitch of her lips. Strange. She barely even glanced at him.

“Talk about what?” She just opens the file in front of her and starts to flip through it. She was clearly going to try and sweep it under the rug. He decided to let it go for now, hoping the work will distract them both enough to get back to normal. That is, until she shifts slightly and her skirt rides up her leg. Even through her stockings, he can see the bruise blossoming. Her knee was also partially skinned, the dried red that would become slightly scared was evident.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he closed his book and tossed it aside, uncaring where it landed for the moment. “I was going to let it go, but now I can’t. What actually happened? And don't give me the ‘I tripped’ story again. You don’t get bruises on your lower thigh from tripping on a doorstep.”

Her face froze, and she shifted her skirt down to cover her knees again. It was too late to make up another story on the spot, not one convincing enough anyway. The best one she had come up with was the one he’d seen through the entire time. She sighed out and dropped her eyes to her hands. Her pride kept her from admitting what happened, because in her mind, nothing was more embarrassing than being treated the way she was for such unjustifiable reasons. She trusted her Professor, and he made her feel safe, but this was different. It concerned him. 

Neither one of them had spoken about the circulating rumors, just let them hang in the air and ignored the stares from people as they walked by. Confronting the gossip meant that things might change, and she didn’t want them to. She was perfectly fine with the after school arrangement, the late nights that were ever so productive. 

“There were two boys in the hallway that blocked me from getting to class,” she began, still looking down, and missing as his fist clenched against his palm. He knew those boys were up to no good, he’d been able to tell just by the way they walked in. “They shoved me into a corner and tried to get me to admit to… something. I denied it and they got upset, so they grabbed me by my pockets and tossed me to the ground. My trousers had gotten completely torn, and my leg was scuffed up, too.”

She rushed out the last of the words, and had to slowly even her breath so she wouldn’t cry. She’d cried her entire walk home, and decided after she changed that she wouldn’t cry over it again. It wasn’t like her to be so offended, but the things they said hurt more than the bruises and scrapes. She’d try and avoid telling him if she could, but of course, his curiosities were ever present. 

“What did they try to get you to admit? You haven’t killed anyone, have you?” He said, his humor entering the scene even in this moment which was serious. She huffed a small laugh, feeling a bit better as she prepared herself for this next step. She needed to choose her words carefully, because what she said now would determine how things would go for the next several months. 

“Professor, I think you may have been hearing rumors at school lately, ones concerning you and I,” she said slowly, watching for his reaction and eventually receiving a nod from him. Of course he’d heard the rumors, everyone had. She was surprised that the entire University faculty and staff hadn’t heard by now. “My classmates are convinced that because of such things that I am receiving special treatment.”

“You are receiving special treatment,” he reasoned, but she shook her head, and he gestured for her to continue. 

“Not for doing the things they think I am,” she let out, the first tear escaping her eye, marking out a path on her cheek and dropping down to bleed a small stain onto her shirt. After that, more started following, and she couldn’t hold the choked sounds out of her voice any longer, either. “I have been called a lot of things in my life, most I can take, but for boys who claim to be gentlemen to corner me in a hallway and accuse me of prostituting myself for grades before throwing me down and calling me a whore is probably one of the worst feelings I’ve ever felt in my life.”

She instinctively did what she’d always done as a child. She sought comfort from outer warmth, from being touched. She wrapped her arms around herself and brought her knees to her chest, laying her chin atop her arms and closing her eyes tightly. She hated that she was breaking down here, in one of the only places she could seek comfort in, but thinking back to her horrible experience, and thinking that there could be plenty more ahead waiting for her was suffocating. She couldn’t help how pathetic she looked or sounded, though she’d like to bet she’ll regret it later. 

She heard shifting in the room, and felt a dip in the couch beside her. She looked up to meet his eyes, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, using the other to take his glasses off and set them on the table. She had seen him without them before, as he usually discarded them when he grew tired, but she’d never been so close up to really see what he looked like without them. He looked younger, boyishly handsome. 

“I’m sorry,” he was so soft spoken, and his eyes held so much compassion. He was a man in this field. He’d never had to deal with anything of this sort in his life, so he could never understand how devastating it must be to commit yourself to your studies and be treated like there was some ulterior motive, simply because of gender. He would never know how it feels to be called such things or be bullied over stupid jealousies. “I’ll make sure they get what they’re owed, alright?”

Immediately she turned to him with wide teary eyes, shaking her head rapidly. “No, please. If you involve yourself, It will only look worse.”

“I can’t just let it go. This is far more serious than you seem to be grasping-"

"Professor, I understand perfectly fine!"

"No, Scarlet, you clearly don't. What they did was wrong, no matter what reason they had," he pushes past the fact that he just called her by her first name. In every closeness they had by now achieved, that had been a line which wasn’t crossed until this moment.

His assertive tone made her straighten up her spine, and she forced onto her face a look of indifference. She knew he was only trying to help, but she would not let this get out of hand. She already earned a bad reputation on account of nothing but good natured studying and commitment to her field, and she would at some point have to draw the line as to where she stood in all of this. 

“Professor Jones, I must insist that you do not say anything to the young men in your class. As much as I appreciate your willingness to help my case, I think it would be a bad idea to let you defend me, now.”

He seemed peeved, but not completely annoyed. Curious as he was to her reasoning, he felt it ridiculous to neglect his attempts. Why would she push away someone who was trying to help her? 

“And why is that?” 

She had to take a deep inhale in order to look him in the eye when she spoke her next words. 

“Because they expect you to,” she was trying to convey the unspoken words to him as appropriately as possible, but of course, Henry was never as lady-like.  

“Because they think we’re sleeping together.”

Well, bingo. He’d hit it right on the nose, and she had to duck her head to hide her flushed cheeks from his stone gaze. “Yes, that would be why.”

He sat back in his seat, looking at other objects in the room, and hoping they would help him to think about a solution. He couldn’t help but feel like this was a rather out of his hands situation. The students of his class had made up their minds about her, but maybe he could change that. Perhaps, he could expose the boys for their actions without calling on them directly. 

“But we aren’t sleeping together.”

“No. We are not.” She tries hard to keep her voice level, though he can hear the slight catch in it. She’s still trying to hold back tears.

Henry sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look,” he starts, “it’s one thing to be accused of something you aren’t doing when it’s only rumors. They crossed a line when they approached you physically, and there has to be a way to address it.”

Again, she looked scared, or at least rather uncomfortable with his suggestion. He hadn’t been finished though, and held up his hand to allow room to continue. 

“I have a friend in the office who owes me a favor. He might be able to address them without anyone else knowing about it, or that you ever told me anything.”

This, she decided, was a solution worth trying for. Her subtle nod made him quirk a small smile from the corner of his mouth. He nodded once too, and squeezed her shoulder as he leaned further back into the couch. She had begun relaxing immediately after that, and he felt he’d done something right in all this. 

She was only to be his student, but he could not deny he wanted to protect her from such things as these. He’s not always the kindest hearted person in the world, but he felt that perhaps he may have done the same for another girl in his class, as it was simply the right thing to do. He wasn’t so sure, though, that he would be so gentle and tender around her like he was now with Scarlett. He tread so delicately, because God help him, he cared so much about how she reacted to things. His attachment to what was only supposed to be his student had far surpassed what should be considered normal.

Never before had he ever had a ‘teacher’s pet’ or a ‘professor’s lackey’, but it was plain as day to anyone, now. Scarlett Ledger was his favorite student.

“Thank you,” she started smiling at him, now knowing that her reputation would not be further damaged, and her assaulters would receive punishment. There was also another reason. “For helping me.”

“It’s no problem. What they did is not acceptable from anyone in my class, their actions will have consequences.” 

They settled it there, and continued on with the work being done. Papers littered the floor an hour later as they worked, and though the hour was late, there was still so much to be done before the expedition took place. The question of her going still hung in the balance, and she had hoped that with all the work and time she had devoted, and perhaps a bit of Henry’s guilt from this situation being caused, he would allow her to join him. 

He had been sat on the floor by now, handing papers and notes he’d written down to her where she sat on the couch, but as he went over some journal entries of the dear friend of his that handed this adventure over to him, he neglected to realize that the soft shuffle of papers behind him, along with the quiet sound of a pencil moving had ceased. When he finished with the journal entry, he had marked the lines he had wanted her to see and was about to hand it over… but when he turned around, Scarlett had fallen into a restful sleep. Her head laid on the arm of the couch, and her arms wrapped around herself to keep warm without a blanket. 

He knew that in the groove he fell into that he wouldn’t be able to sleep for several more hours, but he didn’t want to just leave her on the couch in his office as he ruffled about his work when there was a perfectly comfortable and warm bed in his spare room. Normally, he would wake her, have her walk to the room herself and ready for the night… but she had gone through a hard day, and this was the first time since this morning that he had truly seen her relaxed. It would be just cruel to make her leave her state of slumber when he was very capable of just transporting her himself. 

He sighed and stood up, careful when he lifted her from the couch, and trying his best not to crash into anything or trip over the items on the floor when he moved between rooms. Thankfully, he made it safely into the spare room with little to no obstacles, and set her on the bed as gently as he could. He rid her of the shoes she wore before tucking her in beneath the sheets and duvet that used to remain untouched until her nighttime stays. She turned her head on the pillow, her brow furrowing a small bit when she faced him. He hoped she hadn’t woken up, otherwise he just spent meticulous time in carrying her all for nothing. She took in a deep breath before releasing it, and her face returned to normal. Her expression was bliss, and he found himself staring for longer than he would care to admit. 

Standing here, a thought entered and left his mind in a fleeting manner. It simply came, and went… but caused him to think more. The thought in question? She’s so beautiful. It would bury him, that thought. He begged his mind to never think it again, but on that tangent, a whole new slew of thoughts along those lines began to pile in his head like dug up dirt.

He needed to leave the room, that would help. 

“You’re gonna get me in some real trouble, kid.”

He walked out and back to his office, continuing to study his work, but finding that he retained no information on the account of his racing thoughts yet again. He sat back and raked a hand through his hair and down over his face before leaning forward to try and perhaps balance out all these intrusive thoughts with things he found annoying. He started with just a few things he often found to be peeving or invasive: She nags at him about the temperature he keeps his home, finding it too difficult to focus if she’s cold. She is constantly telling him how bad his handwriting is, hoping he will make an effort to write more legibly for her own sake. She reorganizes his work often, and it bothers him that he can’t find anything afterwards without her help. She raided his kitchen the first day she arrived, and mocked his eating habits while doing so… but in all fairness, she did make dinner and stop the work to allow time to eat. She had also been the one to help him arrange lessons when he was falling behind from other work. She was there to talk with him when he’d been stressed about the day from the events that occured. She was-

It was right then that he realized how truly and downright domestic their relationship had become. It washed over him in the most uncomfortable way, and clung to him like wet clothes on your back. He tossed the paper in his other hand to the floor and tried his best to make sense of any of it… but whenever he thought he was getting close to an answer it returned to bite him in the ass through a new slew of questions. 

This type of thinking was dangerous. They had crossed so many lines that should never have been crossed without even realizing. He hadn’t wanted to believe there would ever be any weight to the rumors at the University, but sitting here alone in this room, having just tucked Scarlett into bed one room over, he suddenly felt completely and totally wrecked.

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letters to wednesday

"Don't even think about it."

You didn't even had a chance to say anything before she cut you off.

"What? I didn't make a noise-"

"You want me to dance with you, correct?"

It would be a lie if you said no and she would by all odds saw right through you. The dancefloor was overflowing with people, couples every now and then, teachers, even soloists. The observer she is, Wednesday must have caught you eyeing everyone and everything, smiling to some or dying in embarrassment.

Two of you occupied the farthest table possible in the dance hall because she insisted it's for the best and she has zero interest in watching this nonsense so it's better not to witness at all. Neither did Enids convincing help, it only added fuel to the fire when she said you two looked like a black hole in the corner ready to draw in anyone from afar due to matching black dresses no one dares to glance, let alone look at you for too long. That was the best compliment she got today, other than that it was dreadful. Too much of bright colors, lights way too bright, music was obnoxious and she regretted everything leading to this point.  All she did was silently count the minutes until it's acceptable to leave without looking too rude which was unusual for her. Since when did she care? Would hate to admit it but ever since you came along she noticed the unusually big number of situations she found herself in if it weren't for you she would avoid.

"How did you- okay well, maybe? Would it kill you to dance with me?"

"Yes, i'd rather take death as an option."

"Come on, it doesn't have to be long. Just a few minutes."

"Absolutely not, it's humiliating and the song choice is beyond acceptable."

"We didn't move from this table ever since we arrived. Plus, look at us. We both match and you can't deny we look the best out of everyone there. Let me remind you this black dress i had to wear because you wouldn't come to the dance if i didn't equals you owing me."

"The only thing i can agree with you on is the reason why we look so stunning is because of me. Otherwise you would pick some rainbow colored dress Enid made you wear."

"Wednesday please. It's not every year this happens."

"Good thing it doesn't. It shouldn't even happen at the first place."

Just like that you realized it's probably not worth it chasing after her stubborn self. Taking a glance once again for hundredth time around the room, leftovers on every table, alcohol of which you have no idea how it got imported, Enid most likely gathering a new gossip worthy stories in the corner, teachers talking with new faces you never seen before, it was starting to get dull and boring. Wednesday could recognize that face of yours clearly, it's her most known one after all. Except when she's with you but only she knows that. 

"Where are you going?" Wednesday questioned as you got up from your loyal seat you swear left your figure on it from how long you've been sitting. 

"Just outside for a bit. It's getting hot [in] here anyway. I'll come back in a few."

Cold, almost freezing stone did justice outside. Although not being as comfortable as that chair from the inside it was bearable for a quick stop. Pulling out your phone thinking Wednesday is not completely crazy when she says humanity is too dependent on it nowadays. She has her own way of thinking and you did appreciate the dynamic of you two. Somehow and for whatever unknown way you two work together. It was never a plan, much less expectation to fall in love with someone. Your only goal was to get out of this legal prison as soon as possible. Now you're not coming out alone after all.

As she writes her novels on the old fashioned typewriter, you are not far behind following her with a laptop on your lap making frequents visits to AO3 and Tumblr doing your own writing. She's not interested in that fanfiction stuff anyway. If anything you two certainly excel at together is shared, concerningly over detailed knowledge of serial killers. You are convinced that's on top of the list of reasons what made her adore you.

"This is not what a short break looks like."

Turning around only to be met with Wednesdays far better expression than it was looking at that dance inside. You must have lost track of time once you checked your phone.

"It's getting to an end anyway."

"Enid told me i should give this a chance. Precisely, you a chance. According to her we could  ‘close off this dance in a style’ or whatever's the meaning behind that" she said taking a empty seat next to you.

It was your out of the ordinary silence Wednesday made a remark of. Out of everyone in this school you are record holder for most spoken words with her that are not necessary life threats or morbid and existential philosophical quotes. That's something to be quite proud of. Which also means she can read you well.

"So, do you not want to go back inside?"

Shifting your gaze that found a spot on the moon to her, you were about to answer but stopped the moment your eyes met hers. Is this the thing Kafka wrote about, you wondered. All those letters made sense.

Wednesday was ethereal. Too shallow word to describe her. Yet you didn't allow yourself to let it be known out loud. What would she think, probably another saying of yours that caught your attention amongst all the things internet offers. No depth behind it, no genuine emotions, thrown into the sentence just because with no backing whatsoever.

You weren't aware Wednesday grew to love it. You weren't aware your cold and frightening girlfriend took interest in your ramblings over the months. You didn't know you were far better therapist than that woman she escaped from ever was.  What do you think the main topic of her parents calls was?

"You can say it" broke the silence.

"What exactly?"

She sighed as she took your hand, surprisingly warm hands that saved the warmth from inside intertwined with yours lifelessly cold.

"Shall we go?"

"Dorms?"

She nodded, overly prepared and ready to leave this place once and for all.

"Yeah. Let's go watch some documentary on unsolved murders." you proposed. Few steps ahead of her, hands never changed the positions from before when she tugged you to a halt.

You shot her questioning look as she shortened the distance to the point of her breath hitting you as she whispered "This is an exception, for you only."

Gently grabbing you before pulling you in for a embrace. It felt comforting, enough, odd gesture but all you can wish for. With your eyes shut tight it felt like eternity passed.

"That's all i'm getting for sitting 5 hours straight today?" you said through laughs.

"Maybe more at the dorm but don't be too greedy." 

lack of wednesday fics is wild

#wednesday imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader

[thatlittledandere]

PLEASE talk about xoxo droplets omg. im no thoughts head empty rn but tbh just i wanna hear every opinion you have about it,, i love when people share my Extremely Unknown Special Interest

Every time I think about how to explain the main characters to someone unfamiliar with them I can get through Everett and Shiloh just fine, normal short synopses, but THEN. NATE LAWSON. TRAPS ME FOR HOURS. Nate isn't even my favorite but I'm obsessed with him oh my god. This is gonna have spoilers for his route btw hold on

Like. I met him, and thought, in a true JB fashion, hot damn. He, he's easily the most attractive of the bunch to me shrsvhddh (Everett has so many qualities I love on paper but in practice. It's Nate he's the most handsome) Then I started to observe why he's in the Unfriendable Group and deducted that he's got a stick the size of a log up his ass. Simple enough. But WAIT THERE'S MORE

I started his route PURELY because he was hot shhddvhgd even though I disliked him hard after my first playthrough. (Shiloh. I didn't believe the warnings. F in the chat bois.) He's not JUST a stickler to the rules nooooooo he's a PERFECTIONIST. And a SUPERHUMAN. But HE doesn't see it like that nooooo he thinks he's just the only one who puts in any effort at all. People keep telling him his standards are unreachable but ~obviously~ they're not. If he can do it, so can everyone else! They're just not trying hard enough! And he doesn't try to be perfect, no, that's impossible. He just wants to be the best he can!

But it's never enough. There's always room for improvement, after all. Nate could get a perfect score on a test and still be dissatisfied, because he could have elaborated on that point in his essay more, or his handwriting got too close to the marginalia on one line and that is unprofessional, or he thought on that one multi-choice question longer than he should have if he studied adequately, etc, etc.

And because of this he's constantly stressed the FUCK out. He volunteers when something needs to be done, he helps out teachers, he takes it upon himself to make sure everyone else is ALSO acting properly, he puts at LEAST 100% into EVERYTHING he does, and there's always more to do. He has a part-time job at a warehouse as well and while the physical labor can offer a bit of a break for his brain, you can bet your ASS he doesn't stop for ONE second or stay on his break a MINUTE too long. How the hell does he live like this?

Well. What other choice is there? Things need to be done. They need to be done well. And obviously Nate knows the importance of rest to your health and performance, so he certainly eats and sleeps properly, but see these things are also scheduled and measured and optimized for maximum efficiency. But does he get REST, for REAL? Does he RELAX?

Yes, because he's best friends and roomies (the room is spotless At All Times) with Everett "2kool4skool" Gray (who would shoot me point blank for saying something so uncool about him). I Could write another essay on their dynamic but let's just say they balance each other out. Nate gives Everett direction, Everett gives Nate respite. Phew.

But I'm not done. MORE MORE MORE. Because I started talking about my personal relationship to Nate but got sidetracked by character analysis dghfsfh THE THING IS I disliked him heavily even some time after starting his route, and all the characters absolutely SHINE on their dates. But then. The unthinkable happened.

The class trip.

Now of course I already knew Nate was extremely high strung all of the time, but until that point I'd seen it either as an annoyance or a joke. But the class trip was, like, a disaster to Nate. He's spending more time with the group outside strictly defined areas and activities and therefore feels responsibility over their behavior. Obviously a new environment with new activities gives everyone more opportunities to act up. They have a schedule, but it's not in Nate's control, and he can't help seeing himself as like a vice advisor, and nothing goes exactly as planned or at ALL as planned, and everyone's doing it on PURPOSE his life is already hell and they're doing it to SPITE him or maybe they're just completely unfit to the title of human being that's been forced on these demons, and this is STILL SCHOOL they're still bound by school rules and they should LEARN things here and GET SOMETHING OUT OF IT for HEAVENS sake,

So it's no wonder he breaks down. And it was, it was fucking terrible. Nate's stress and anxiety present as anger most of the time, I didn't... I didn't see him as the type who would cry. Kind of figured Nate was one of those boys who didn't remember the last time they cried but guessed it was somewhere around fourth grade? Heartless of me. I really thought he was like. Pardon the expression. Above such vulnerability.

Of course he's not. He's a person, and a highly sensitive one at that. I guess I hadn't noticed it over what a hardass he is;;; And y'all I felt SO bad. And so awkward. Like. What the fuck do you do in that situation? This wasn't supposed to happen. It felt like we were breaking the script somehow. Like. "I'm not supposed to see this. Why am I seeing this? Do I need to? Fucking christ. Is this allowed? When can I leave. Uh. There there? Can't even pat him on the shoulder. Jesus just kill me"

And that scene changed everything. Nate cried in front of the MC and I could never see him in the same light again. I used to think he was kinda just a tough yet guarded guy and a demanding ass but oh wow he's actually just like. This dude has anxiety. This dude has problems. He's burning out at light speed and has been for the past what? Eight years?? Get him HELP.

And I HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED ON HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS PARENTS YET. So they're the type who saw having children as just a step that responsible adults take at some point in their lives, and they were not prepared. And Nate was a difficult child too. Not on purpose, obviously, babies don't do anything on purpose, but he was particularity emotional even as a baby. He's just Like That. So his parents ehm eeeurgh tolerated him for a few years. Just kind of. Pushed through it. And then decided to give up and send him to a boarding school. Like they basically abandoned him there because they couldn't handle him.

And Nate is on hard denial about this. He tells himself it was the reasonable choice and the best for everyone, and he's not wrong, but he's also not ready to face the fact that uh. His parents very much just are not good at parenting and they don't actually know each other at all. "I respect them and they respect me" is how he puts it, and again it's not wrong but also christ he was not truly loved as a child and still isn't. Mommy and daddy hear that his grades are top of the class and he's very mature and responsible and respected by staff and students alike, and they're proud of him, but they do NOT know who he is as a person or how fucking terrible he's actually doing.

Not that Nate admits any of that himself. I can see how it would be difficult to face when you're already juggling fifty glass balls on a glass platter while riding a unicycle on hard stone floor.

Why is NATE is the one I give a private Ted Talk on regularly when none of the jerks are doing much better. He's just for fucks sake he, he's doing so bad. So bad. Maybe it's the incredibly harsh wakeup call I got? I cannot overstate how impactful that one scene was. HE CRIED. HE CRIED IN FRONT OF ANOTHER PERSON? HE BROKE DOWN?? NATE LAWSON HAS WEAKNESSES??? LIKE HE WASN'T JUST DOING ALL THAT FOR THE SAKE OF OBLIGATION OR TO LOOK GOOD ON A RESUME? HE'S REALLY THAT CRUSHED? I wasn't supposed to be there. I know it's a scripted event but I wasn't supposed to see that it feels not allowed. Are you still there? Thank you for reading go to sleep

#asks #andimhome #xoxo droplets #nate lawson #I'm insane. I'm crazy I'm craaazyyyy. asylum #you should imagine me from above through a fish eye lense as I'm typing this #I'm not going to proofread it sorry if my keyboard made it incomprehensible at times #I'll come back to fix it hold up on reblogging until then 👍 #(because everyone is totally going to reblog this yes. my words are irresistible) #thank you for this I've been dying to talk about nate Lawson. this time actually #edit i came back and fixed it. wasn't even bad!! i did so well this i deserve a 4 out of 5 at least #jb moment. kinda wish i was still in school so i could get this graded asadgsdg #did so well this TIME* in the earlier tag #christ. i did so well this time

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Charles/Pierre

nswf: See The World Go Wild by akirakurosawa | E | 4.4k

Pierre likes licking pussy, Charles happens to be in possession of one. Why I liked it: This fic is hot hot hot, gorgeous chussy (charles pussy) content, full of beard burn and pirales being unhinged about eachother – or as the author puts it, they fuck nasty. But disregarding the truly mindblowingly hot smut I liked the background of their relationship, which in true piarles fashion includes some not-actually-unrequited-love, and two stupid boys forced to actually communicate and confess their feelings by a convenient suppression failure.

“Male Omegas, in addition to occasionally having penises, also have vaginas,” the teacher had said, and Pierre jolted from his slumber because Charles was a male Omega, which meant that Charles, his sweet best friend who Pierre was definitely in love with, also had a pussy. A pink, sweet pussy, as sweet as he was, which Pierre could lick and suck and fuck into and - He got hard in the middle of the class, and it may have been the most embarrassing moment of his life, if anyone had noticed.

Charles/Max

nsfw: we go way back by @drivestraight | E | 13.8k

Max is in rut and has Charles on his list of emergency partners. Of course Charles helps him out, even if he is technically the enemy, because Max did it for him once. I really liked the style of this fic, the way that past encounters fit so seamlessly with the present storyline and also help make sense of the situation and the characters and show a real coming of age arch. The motivations of both Max and Charles are both obvious yet become even clearer as the fic goes on.

There’s no use overthinking it. He already made his decision. No, that’s not it—there was no decision to make. He was always going to do this. There was no other choice.

Carlos/Charles

nsfw: healthy rivalry by venerat | E | 10k

Omega Charles and alpha Carlos help one another out each month with their heats and ruts. Of course, they are madly in love with one another but neither of them realises it's mutual. This series is very hot but the guys also are incredibly sweet and caring with one another, each taking gentle charge of the other when it's needed. Neither one of them is in custody of the brain cell but there is a suggestion by the end of it that they are at least starting to figure out there is more between them than this arrangement they have.

Charles is gorgeous when he comes, flushed and unselfconscious and all pure, unchecked need. Carlos fucks him through it until he’s is slack and spent, his eyes closing where his head flops against the leather of the seat. “Good omega,” Carlos whispers. His heart beats in his stomach, beats in his knot, which is still stretching Charles wide. Fifteen or so minutes, for the first knot. Fifteen minutes that they’ll have to stay in this position, since Carlos doesn’t trust himself to readjust without risking Charles’ discomfort. He curses his choices after just five minutes. His thigh burns as he stays crouched over Charles in the backseat, muscles shuddering from the effort of keeping still. By the time his knot goes down enough to slip out of Charles’ dripping hole, his body is stiff and screaming protests.

Logan/Oscar

nsfw: the red parts by @hollywoodsargeant | E | 14k

Oscar, an alpha, discovers his long-time friend Logan is a closeted omega. Logan has been overusing suppressants, and an extremely intense heat is finally triggered when he wears a hoodie of Oscar's. He begs Oscar to knot him, and Oscar does. Logan is mortified afterwards. This story is unreliable Oscar POV and his unsure inexperience and confusion is palpable, but so is his remarkable maturity and even-keeled nature. You see him learn and absorb this new information about Logan, and his concern for his friend’s comfort and well-being is touching.

When Oscar wakes up, it’s dark outside, and Logan is facing away from him in bed. He’s not wearing Oscar’s sweatshirt anymore, and the sharp feeling that gives Oscar’s chest is guilt-riddled at best. He lays flat on his back and stares at the line between Logan’s shoulder blades, where he’s tense, sheets hitched up just above his waist. Oscar is laying on top of them, and he’s still sweaty everywhere. The way Logan’s shoulders move betray that he’s awake. Oscar reaches for him, fingertips on the very edge of his spine, feeling Logan tense under the touch. “Logan,” Oscar says, voice careful, like he’s walking on broken glass. Logan goes dead-still, and faintly, Oscar catches that awful click-click sound, Logan biting the skin off his thumb. “Are you—” “Can we just forget about this.”

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#driver:charles #driver:carlos #driver:max #driver:pierre #driver:logan #driver:oscar #pairing:carlos/charles #pairing:charles/max #pairing:charles/pierre #pairing:logan/oscar #'megaverse monday #trope:a/b/o

[starlit-clouds]

Headcanons about the ADA members’ love languages!

(Note: while some of these could be interpreted to apply to romantic partners, I mostly hc them as ways they show they care platonically to other members in the ADA)

Members included: Ranpo, Yosano, Kunikida, Dazai, Kenji, Atsushi, Kyouka, Fukuzawa,

Ranpo:

I’ll start with the obvious one:

Ranpo will give snacks and candy to people he cares about

It’s mostly only when someone is upset and he needs a way to cheer them up

Someone will be crying and he’ll just walk up to them, shove a piece of candy or a (single) chip into their hands. Repeat until they stop crying. This tactic works by people being touched by the action or just so confused they stop. Either way, Ranpo will count it as a success

However,

Another less obvious one is how he’ll use ‘Super Deduction’ sometimes

He’ll only do it for people he really cares about

Like one time Yosano’s butterfly clip was stolen, and he hunted the person who stole it to the ends of the Earths

Yosano got her clip back and the guy who stole it was never heard from again

But one time he also just told her which store would have the best deal on clothings that day

After that, Yosano started trying to abuse the fact he would use ‘Super Deduction’ for her, so anyways that’s the reason why he’s so reluctant to do it now except for big things

(Yosano ruined it for everyone else who would want to abuse the privilege as well lol)

Yosano

While, yes, she mostly brings people along for clothes shopping so they can carry the bags, she will also sometimes do it because she cares

She’ll point out clothes that the person may like and may (occasionally) buy them for that person

It could work by just buying the items for that person as a gift, but it’s also about spending time with that person and getting feedback about the choices, learning what they like

She’ll give gift cards and stuff, but she will then insist with going with them to go shopping

Ranpo has a lot of clothes he has only ever worn once (at the store to see if they would fit and then never again. They just sit in his closest)

But it was mostly just the experience of shopping together, so Yosano counted it as bonding

(And they did bond)

She’s helped most of the ADA members pick out their outfits. Even if she doesn’t quite approve with most of their fashion preferences, she knows they like them so she tolerates some of the more questionable choices

Kunikida

He’ll make schedules for people

If someone is ever overwhelmed with all the stuff they have to do, Kunikida will list it all out in manageable steps for them in a checklist

He used to be a teacher (*cough* private tutor *cough cough*) so he has a lot of patience (for everyone but Dazai).

If someone is freaking out about something that’s almost due, he’ll sit them down and patiently talk them through it and help them finish it

Dazai abused this fact one too many times so now Kunikida refuses to help him with anything, because he will end up just doing it all

He won’t ever fully do paperwork for someone all by himself, but he’s always willing to help (as long as the other person will actually do something)

Dazai

As much as Dazai loves causing problems on purpose, he actually has a way he shows that he cares

Except it’s not really showing that he cares, because no one ever knows that it’s him

He’ll solve problems before they can get too big or before they’re even noticed

He’ll cause small problems for the agency like chucking Kunikida’s notebook out the window or pressing all the buttons in the elevator so it has to go to every single floor in between before it reaches its final destination, but if there’s something that’s threatening the agency, it shall be dealt with swiftly and silently

Many disasters have been avoided because of this

(It mostly involves killing the person responsible, but that’s why he doesn’t tell the agency)

(Also because he refuses to let other people know that he cares)

Kenji

He likes trying to solve problems for others

In very unconventional ways

Someone once said they were thirsty, so he left, and returned an hour later with a cow

After the immediate chaos that followed with Kenji somehow getting a cow inside, the person got their milk and the cow was returned to its original owner safely

Someone was once sad so he brought a horse, because horses always cheer him up!

The person was cheered up

The horse got many many treats before they managed to get it back out of the building

Someone was once hungry because they didn’t get to eat breakfast, so Kenji brought some chickens for eggs

The eggs were very delicious. There was enough for everyone. No one actually complained about this incident

There are so many moments where Kenji is solving problems like this, and all the ADA members are actually very touched that he goes through all of the effort for them, so they just let him bring animals inside

(Though sometimes Kunikida doesn’t always approve. Especially when Kenji is bring cows into the building)

Atsushi

He grew up in an orphanage, so he didn’t really get access to many things that were just for enjoyment

I headcanon that working at the ADA actually pays VERY well, just because of the sheer amount of cases they solve on a daily basis. Also they arrest a lot of criminals (also on a weekly basis), so they’re probably getting some money from that as well

So when Atsushi suddenly gets his first paycheck, sees all the money he now has, having no idea how to spend it all, he’ll just buy a lot of gifts for other members

It’s mostly things that don’t really have a purpose, and are just there to enjoy

In the WAN, he bought Dazai flowers as thanks (which no matter how much people say they are good for decorations, they die in a couple weeks and effectively have no use)

I headcanon him as doing gestures like that very often for a lot of other people he cares about

He’ll buy stuffed animals and things for Kyouka and Kenji

He buys way more notebooks than Kunikida could ever use in a lifetime for him

He ends up getting a lot of snacks for Ranpo

Yosano will mention off hand some sort of jewelry or something she had seen, and he’ll get it

He just still feels so grateful to all of the agency members, so he’ll do things for everyone

Kyouka:

She’ll copy other people’s gestures

If Atsushi gets her a stuffed animal, she’ll get him the same one but maybe in like a different color or something (and sometimes just the exact same version)

Ranpo will give her a snack and she’ll give him the same brand and type of snack back

(Ranpo abuses this fact to get the same amount of candy/snacks he has given back, but still increases the amount of bonding they have done. Net gain)

Kunikida once gave her a schedule so she gave him a schedule as well. It ended up matching exactly with his schedule he had made for the day already, but he was still touched by the gesture

She helped Dazai hide a body once for one of his ‘problem solving’ sprees. I will not elaborate anymore

Fukuzawa

He’s like a cat

Even just hanging out in the same room is bonding

It’s all about the Slow Blink™

Just spending time with his members

It may sometimes look like he’s bringing someone somewhere, but it’s the other way around

Ranpo will make Fukuzawa bring him to the restaurant. It’s not really forcing him to do anything because they are Bonding™!

He’ll go shopping with Yosano sometimes. He doesn’t ever buy anything, but they are still Bonding™!

He once had all of the ADA members volunteer at an animal shelter together. They were all Bonding™ together! (He hung out with the cats the entire time and the rest of the members joined him at one point or another)

He cares about all of his members and has had a one on one Bonding™ event with each one of them at some point

(Sorry for not including Tanizaki. I know exactly zero things about his character, so I wasn’t really sure how to do headcanons for him)

Feel free to add your own ideas/headcanons! I’d love to see what other people headcanon about these characters!

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #armed detective agency #armed detective agency headcanons #ranpo edogawa #akiko yosano #doppo kunikida #osamu dazai #kenji miyazawa #atsushi nakajima #kyouka izumi #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd ranpo #bsd yosano #bsd kunikida #bsd dazai #bsd kenji #bsd atsushi #bsd kyouka #bsd fukuzawa #they are all one big family #(I love them all so much) #my post #not a fic update

[happytodorokifamilyau]

Hi...So I took a break from the fandom for a bit and kind of forgot this blog existed. BUT I've returned and so has my obsession with the Todoroki family!

So as an apology for my inactivity on this blog, I present to you...

20 htfau Headcanons!

Enjoy!

Touya was a terrible student in school. He was smart and got good grades when he actually studied, but he didn't have any interest or motivation to do anything other than hero training. His teachers at UA had to threaten expulsion to get him to focus on his studies more. He wasn't happy about it, but at least he graduated with high grades.

Enji doesn't have the best relationship with his parents. They were quite neglectful and really only cared about him making it in the hero world. They weren't very supportive of his choice to become a hero, rather they wanted him to take over the family business. They didn't have much faith in him and Enji thinks that's why he's so ambitious. He wanted to prove them wrong, which he did. Of course, after he made it to the higher ranks, his parents tried to reconcile but he's still hesitant with them. It's always tense between them why they visit, but Enji tries not to let it affect their relationship with his kids because they are their grandchildren after all. And Enji has to admit that they are much better grandparents than they were parents.

Rei's side of the family is much more involved in their lives. She has a good relationship with her parents and they were very supportive of her marriage to Enji. Ironically, Enji feels much more comfortable around them than he does his own parents. They treat him like their own son. They're close to their grandchildren too. They joined the rest of the family at the Sports Festivals to watch Touya and later Shouto.

Natsuo is a very social person, which confuses Enji and Rei because he did not get it from them. He was that kid in school who was friends with everyone. The rest of the family gets shocked when they see how many contacts he has in his phone. Everywhere he goes, he sees someone he knows from somewhere.

They are very wealthy. Not only does Enji make a ton of money from his hero work, but he also comes from a very wealthy family himself. Rei's family is pretty well off too, though not to the same extent. Enji and Rei never really put limits on their kids' spending, which may have spoiled them a bit. They all have access to their parents' bank accounts and would never think twice about taking from it.

Out of all of them, Touya's the biggest spender. He mostly buys clothes (he's also the most fashion-conscious), he's into designer brands. He also owns a motorcycle. That purchase really made Enji and Rei question their limits.

Fuyumi doesn't buy a lot of clothes, she spends more on outings with her friends. She'll usually offer to pay just because she can. She likes buying her friends expensive birthday presents too.

Natsuo spends on a variety of things- video games, takeout, tickets to concerts and sporting events, the latest technology, you name it. Recently, he's been spending a lot on dates with his girlfriend.

Shouto is an avid manga reader and collecter and will not hesitate to buy a new one. He was very excited when he found out that Sero shared his interest. They often stay up late in the dorms reading through Shouto's collection.

Touya has always entertained the idea of one day taking over his father's agency after he retires. Enji's never said anything about the future of his agency, simply because he hasn't thought that far ahead yet, but he wouldn't be entirely opposed to the idea. Touya hasn't brought it up though, it's merely a fantasy for now.

Natsuo was the only unplanned child, Touya was the smallest when born, Fuyumi came a bit late, and Shouto came about a month early.

They have a family groupchat and a siblings groupchat (where they mostly just complain about their parents).

When they were young, one of Fuyumi's favorite games was playing house. Convincing Shouto and Natsuo to play along as the kids was never difficult- Shouto was too young to care what the game was, he just wanted to be involved, and Natsuo could easily be bribed with as little as a cookie. Convincing Touya to roleplay as the dad took a lot more effort on Fuyumi's part, but someway or another she always managed to succeed (usually through means of blackmail- Touya could never keep his secrets from her). Rei still has some home videos she secretly took of the kids playing and showed them to Enji. He almost melted from the cuteness of it.

The kids have never seen those videos and are unaware of their existence. Touya would die if he found out about them.

Shouto was an avid sleepwalker as a kid. He still does it sometimes, but only when he's really stressed or tired.

Enji is a bit of a workaholic. He's slowed down since the kids came along, but every now and then he'll need a reminder to stop focusing on work so much. This usually comes in the form of Rei hiding his laptop so he can't work from home.

Touya has an obsession with spicy food. He claims he can handle it, even though everyone knows he can't. Despite his obvious intolerance though, he keeps torturing himself by always making his food unnecessarily spicy or ordering the spiciest dish on the menu when eating out. No one understands why he does this to himself. Enji keeps saying it's just a phase (even though it's been like ten years) and Rei just thinks her son is crazy (she's probably right).

Speaking of spicy food, no Todoroki can tolerate it, not even Enji. It's like genetic or something.

Rei and Fuyumi have a very close relationship. They often go on outings together like shopping or coffee dates. Rei even visited Fuyumi at work once and Fuyumi introduced her to her class.

The Todoroki kids are the type of siblings who can go from being on the verge of killing each other one minute to forgetting all about in order to team up to harass their parents the next minute.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki shouto #todoroki family #rei todoroki #enji todoroki #natsuo todoroki #todoroki touya #todoroki endeavor #bnha endeavor #happy todoroki family au #htfau #htfau touya #htfau enji #htfau endeavor #htfau rei #htfau fuyumi #htfau natsuo #htfau shouto

[katerpotater]

10 PRINCIPLES OF GOOD PARENTING

What you do matters. Whether it's your own health behaviors or the way you treat other people, your children are learning from what you do. "This is one of the most important principles," Steinberg explains. "What you do makes a difference…Don't just react on thespur of the moment. Ask yourself, What do I want to accomplish, and is this likely toproduce that result?"

You cannot be too loving. "It is simply not possible to spoil a child with love," Steinbergwrites. "What we often think of as the product of spoiling a child is never the result of showing a child too much love. It is usually the consequence of giving a child things inplace of love -- things like leniency, lowered expectations, or material possessions."

Be involved in your child's life. "Being an involved parent takes time and is hard work, and it often means rethinking and rearranging your priorities. It frequently means sacrificing what you want to do for what your child needs to do. Be there mentally as well as physically." Being involved does not mean doing a child's homework -- or correcting it. "Homework is a tool for teachers to know whether the child is learning or not," Steinberg says. "If you do the homework, you're not letting the teacher know what the child is learning."

Adapt your parenting to fit your child. Keep pace with your child's development. Your child is growing up. Consider how age is affecting the child's behavior. "The same drive for independence that is making your 3-year-old say 'no' all the time is what's motivating him to be toilet trained," writes Steinberg. "The same intellectual growth spurt that is making your 13-year-old curious and inquisitive in the classroom also is making her argumentative at the dinner table."

Establish and set rules. "If you don't manage your child's behavior when he is young, he will have a hard time learning how to manage himself when he is older and you aren't around. Any time of the day or night, you should always be able to answer these three questions: Where is my child? Who is with my child? What is my child doing? The rules your child has learned from you are going to shape the rules he applies to himself. "But you can't micromanage your child," Steinberg notes. "Once they're in middle school, you need to let the child do their own homework, make their own choices and not intervene."

Foster your child's independence. "Setting limits helps your child develop a sense of self-control. Encouraging independence helps her develop a sense of self-direction. To be successful in life, she's going to need both." It's normal for children to push for autonomy, says Steinberg. "Many parents mistakenly equate their child's independence with rebelliousness or disobedience. Children push for independence because it is part of human nature to want to feel in control rather than to feel controlled by someone else."

Be consistent. "If your rules vary from day to day in an unpredictable fashion or if you enforce them only intermittently, your child's misbehavior is your fault, not his. Your most important disciplinary tool is consistency. Identify your non-negotiables. The more your authority is based on wisdom and not on power, the less your child will challenge it."

Avoid harsh discipline. Parents should never hit a child, under any circumstances, Steinberg says. "Children who are spanked, hit, or slapped are more prone to fighting with other children," he writes. "They are more likely to be bullies and more likely to use aggression to solve disputes with others."

Explain your rules and decisions. "Good parents have expectations they want their child to live up to," he writes. "Generally, parents over explain to young children and under explain to adolescents. What is obvious to you may not be evident to a 12-year-old. He doesn't have the priorities, judgment, or experience that you have."

Treat your child with respect. "The best way to get respectful treatment from your child is to treat him respectfully," Steinberg writes. "You should give your child the same courtesies you would give to anyone else. Speak to him politely. Respect his opinion. Pay attention when he is speaking to you. Treat him kindly. Try to please him when you can. Children treat others the way their parents treat them. Your relationship with your child is the foundation for her relationships with others." For example, if your child is a picky eater: "I personally don't think parents should make a big deal about eating," Steinberg says. "Children develop food preferences. They often go through them in stages. You don't want to turn mealtimes into unpleasant occasions. Just don't make the mistake of substituting unhealthy foods. If you don't keep junk food in the house, they won't eat it. The truth is, change is hard, and it’s going to take time. The sooner you begin to hold your child accountable for their behavior by helping them learn - and practice - better problem-solving skills, the better off your family will be. This will give your family a fantastic foundation for all the years to come.

#Laurence Steinberg #parenting #i fail at the no junk food #but otherwise i feel pretty good about these

[eddiefkmunson]

Tutor

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

A/N: English is not my first languages so there can be mistakes.

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It was first period and you were currently seated at the back of Ms. O’Donnell’s class, speaking of your teacher, she was stood at the front of the classroom writing something about her lesson on the chalkboard. Your pen scribbled across your notebook as you quickly took notes of what your teacher was writing down. As one of the top student in your class you couldn’t afford to let your grades slip and worked hard to maintain them, as well as in school as at home you were constantly studying and revising for upcoming test and classes. It’s not that you wanted to study all the time, you were just working hard to get a chance at a scholarship for a great university hawking’s high was giving out, your family would greatly benefit from not having to pay for an expensive university. So that’s why you always tried to pay as much attention as you could in most of your classes.

It was nearing end of class, so you started checking if you wrote everything down. As your eyes scanned over the paper you noticed you forgot a part, so you quickly added it to your notes before the bell rang. In your haste you hadn’t noticed ms. O’Donnell turn around and adres the class. “That concludes all for today’s lesson, I want all of you to read chapters five and six by Friday.” A series of groans came from your fellow classmates at your teachers statement. The bell rang shortly after that, but even before you could stop your writing and put your books away ms. O’Donnell spoke again. “Ms. L/N, Mr. Munson, would you two stay after class, I would like to talk with the both of you about something important.” As you looked up from your desk you ignored the weird stares from the students around you, instead your eyes met with a brown pair that was staring at you from across the room.

Eddie Munson, a well known name around school but not a well known person by most. You had noticed Eddie around school before, It was difficult not to. His loud personality and eccentric fashion stale stood out at Hawking’s High but that’s not why you noticed him. You had always found Eddie attractive, His pretty eyes and gorgeous hair had stood out to you the moment you first saw him. But the more you admired him from a far, you found out that weren’t the only things attractive about him. The way he treated students who didn’t quite fit in with the ‘norm’ at your school or even tho the jocks and other students bullied and picked in him, he always tried to keep a smile on his face. After noticing all those small details about him, you couldn’t help to let your interest in him grow. It was fair to say that you had a crush on the him and that’s why you broke the eye contact before the already forming blush on your face got even worse. You instead focused your attention on collecting your stuff and making your way to the front of the class. Eddie also took his stuff and made his way to come stand next to you in front of ms. O’Donnell’s desk.

“Since mr. Munson is repeating his senior year yet again I would like for you L/N to be his tutor for my class. It’s your choice if you want to but I think mr. Munson would greatly benefit from it.” She said to you in a calm tone, she was now waiting for your answer. You looked from her to the boy standing beside you, his eyes were wide if he wasn’t expanding this. Before you could answer your teacher, he spoke up. “Who said I even wanted a tutor?” He questioned. “I didn’t say you wanted one Munson, I just said that you would greatly benefit from it.” She answered him and quickly got a response back. “Yeah like she even wants to tutor me.” He said while rolling his eyes and turning away from you and ms. O’donnell. “Calm down a bit Munson, why don’t we just ask Y/N instead of making assumptions.” They both turned to you awaiting your answer. You would love to tutor Eddie but by the way he was acting you weren’t quite sure if he felt the same way. “I would gladly be his tutor miss, if he wants me to.” You turned to look at him, expecting him to turn down your offer. Instead a small smile appeared on his face. “If she’s alright with it than so am I.” You both looked at each other and his smile grew even more. “Ok, I’ll hope to be seeing better results then on your next’s tests Munson. You two can go now.” She dismissed you both, so you packed your backpack and made your way to the hallway with Eddie follow not long after. The door closed behind the both of you, leaving you in the empty hallway alone with Eddie.

“Eddie I really need to get to my next class, could we maybe meet in the library at lunch and discuss some more about the tutoring?” He looked at you for a second before replying. “Wait, you were serious in there about wanting to tutor me?” You saw disbelief on his face but you didn’t understand why. Maybe you were friends with a couple of the popular students at school and you had good grades but that didn’t mean you didn’t want anything to do with Eddie. “Yes I was serious, why wouldn’t I be?” Did he really think I was just another person trying to mess with him? That wouldn’t be a good first impression if that’s what he thought of you. “It doesn’t matter, look I’ll see you at lunch alright.” He gave you another smile before turning around and presumably walking towards his own class. You let out a sigh of relief, that must mean that he at least doesn’t hate you, right? Well, it doesn’t really matter at least you could talk more during lunch, you couldn’t wait.

As lunch rolled around you made your way to the library. You saw Chrissy Cunningham at her locker, she has been a great friend of yours since you started school at Hawking’s High. She was different from all the other cheerleaders and that’s why you became such good friends over the years. She saw you walking down the hallway and called you over to her. “Hi Y/N would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch today?” She often asked you this and you always like to do so but today you had different plans. “I would like to Chrissy but I need to meet someone during lunch today.” You told her, this caused her to get rather curious. “Oh and who is this mystery person you’re talking about?” She looked at you with a small smirk awaiting your response. She was one of the few who actually knew about your crush on Eddie Munson and she would be happy that you could finally talk to him, so you told her. “OMG, really Y/N I’m so happy for you, is this some kind of secret school date?” She said while laughing. “No, no sadly it’s not, ms. O’Donnell has asked me to tutor him and I excepted. I’m just happy I can be close to him and help him, maybe he will even like me back after this.” Chrissy smiled at you before telling you that he would be a fool if he didn’t like you back. “You better hurry then sweetie, you shouldn’t keep him waiting.” You looked your watch noticing that lunch has already started 5 minutes ago. “Shoot, thanks for the talk Chrissy!” You quickly spun around and continued your walk to the library, chrissy’s giggles were heard behind you.

Arriving at your destination, you scanned the area looking for Eddie but he was no where to be found, so you just took a seat at one of the tables and started eating the lunch you had brought. A couple of minutes later you heard the library doors open and upon looking up you saw Him entering the room. He scanned it just like you had done and when his eyes fell on you he smiled and made his way over. He took the seat in front of you and set his bag down. “I’m sorry I am late, one of the members of Hell Fire had a question about our next D&D campaign and I couldn’t just let them stand there.” He said while also taking out his lunch. “I understand, it’s totally fine.” You said while giving him a small smile. “So about the tutoring, where would you prefer to do it?” He asked you. For you it would be easier for him to come to your home, you had lots of study meterials and books at home but you didn’t know if he was comfortable with doing that. You decided that it wouldn’t be harmful to at least ask. “Most of my materials and books are at my home, so if it isn’t an inconvenience or you are uncomfortable with it, maybe we can do it my house? I’m sure my patient wouldn’t mind.” You looked at him, hoping that he would agree. He nodded his head smiling at me. “That’s fine with me, do you need me to bring anything?” “Just a couple of notebooks and pens would be nice but I’ve got the rest covered.” The rest of lunch was spent with the both of making plans for meeting up on Mondays and Fridays for tutoring and getting to know each other. It was nice finally being able to talk with him but nice things never last long. Before you knew it the bell rang signaling that lunch was over.

“Thank you by the way for wanting to tutor me, like ms. O’Donnell said this will really help me.” He said while standing up from the table and grabbing his bag that he left on the ground. “No need to thank me, consider it as a favor.” You also got up, stuffing your lunchbox back in you bag before slinging it over you shoulder. “Well then I own you one.” He was about to leave when something came to mind. “Eddie wait, I totally forgot to give you my address.” You got a pen out of your backpack and took his hand without thinking about it, you quickly scribbled your address on top of it before putting it back from where it came. “I’ll see you on Friday” you said, before leaving the library. What you didn’t know is that your actions left a blushing Eddie Munson behind.

A/N: If you liked this, could you let me know if I should make a second part. :)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie x gn!reader #x reader

[venusstadt]

Are the kids alright?

According to recent news reports, they seem to be anything but, especially the girls. Earlier this year, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention published a study that found that in 2021, almost three in five girls in high school considered suicide (Ghorayshi and Rabin), a number that has increased by 60% in ten years (Twenge).

Overall, the mental health of teenagers in the U.S.—already burdened by concerns about climate change and school shootings—only worsened thanks to pandemic-induced anxiety and isolation (Webster). This, of course, is on top of things such as figuring out their own individual identities (Webster).

If there’s anything that last week’s discourse surrounding Sydney Sweeney has proven, is that tween and teen girls have always had a rather tough time navigating that weird space between childhood and adulthood, that space where puberty feels like a mortal sin and any legitimate questions and concerns one might have about themselves or the world around them are blithely dismissed or treated as heresy.

But there was once a host of places where tween and teen girls could find some relief from the world at large and commune with their peers away from the gazes of those that sought to mock them. And, believe it or not, one of these spaces was online.

Hi, and welcome to Venusstadt. I’m Jiana. Today, I’m filming with my webcam in true early internet fashion to discuss Rookie, the feminist-leaning magazine founded by a teen for teens and tweens to give them a place to share their thoughts and creativity amid a society in which girls and girlhood were treated as nuisances.

TAVI GEVINSON

First, let’s discuss Tavi Gevinson.

Tavi, the youngest of three, was born in 1996 in Chicago. Her father was an English teacher, while her mother taught Hebrew and weaved (Knight).

Usually in a biography you would hear details like early childhood or adolescent experiences that led to the subject’s choice of career. However, Tavi is unique in that her career started when she was a child, and that that career was one that she chose herself.

Tavi became interested in fashion when she started to make collages in fourth grade out of pictures she cut out of magazines (Widdicombe). She first discovered blogging at a slumber party, when she was shown the personal site of her friend’s older sister, who also enjoyed fashion (Widdicombe). Tavi then used Blogspot to start her own site in 2008, calling it “Style Rookie” to fit in with the trending fashion blogs of the time (Vogue, YouTube, 1:10).

Through her posts, she documented her personal style, her thoughts on runway shows, and random anecdotes from her tween life. She was eventually propelled into the spotlight of the wider fashion industry when New York Magazine wrote a short article about her and her blog, appropriately titled “Meet Tavi, the 12-Year-Old Fashion Blogger” (Kwan).

Tavi’s initial rise to fame came at a time where people were really beginning to pay attention to the potential of the internet. Along with social media sites like MySpace and Facebook, which were already rather popular, people also began to read and start blogs (cite). These bloggers, who were in every niche from politics to mommy blogging to art, were basically proto-influencers. With Tavi also came Bryanboy, Scott Schuman of The Sartorialist, and Tommy Ton of Jak + Jil, all apart of the fashion blogosphere that was viewed as “democratizing” the industry, since it shifted some of the authority away from traditional sources like journalist and established critics to people who more closely resembled the average consumer (Widdicombe).

However, Tavi was unique due to the fact that she was like, 12 (Widdicombe). This, combined with her pretty impressive knowledge of fashion and culture and the mature, conversational tone with which she reportedly wrote, made her a spectacle to the adults of the fashion press (Widdicombe). Her youth also gave her the gusto to wear what she wanted as opposed to adhering to traditional fashion rules.

By 13, Tavi was sitting front row at various fashion shows (“Japan Goes Mad for 13-year-old,” The Cut). She attended John Galliano’s Spring 2010 Dior couture, where she met Karl Lagerfeld and Rei Kawakubo (Widdicombe). Later, she would also be the guest of honor at a holiday party for the latter’s brand Commes des Garcon (“Japan Goes Mad for 13-year-old,” The Cut).

While there were many who liked Tavi, she also had her fair share of detractors. Take, for instance, Sarah Mower of the Telegraph, who wrote of recognizing Tavi at the Dior show with a “sick lurch” and fantasized about yelling at Tavi’s father (Widdicombe). Ann Slowey, then fashion news director for Elle, questioned Tavi’s age and the likelihood that Style Rookie was actually written by her, while FIT’s Valerie Steele asserted that no one would care about Tavi if not for her age (Widdicombe). Tavi admitted that the attention got to be too much occasionally; when New York Magazine first brought attention to her blog, she even took a brief break from the internet (Widdicombe). According to Tavi:

“A lot of people on the internet have a problem with a young person doing well. I felt like, there were a lot of people who were there [in fashion spaces] because of their name, their money, or their family, and I didn’t have any of those things” (Kane).

Outside of her blog and media appearances, Tavi was still pretty much a normal tween, making collages and DIYs, attending public school with her peers, and shopping around at various thrift and vintage stories (Widdicombe). At the same time, she was speaking at conferences and guest writing for publications, using the money she earned from that to buy herself an occasional designer item (Widdicombe).

As with most young people, Tavi’s interests eventually changed, and she began to take less interest in fashion than she did with subjects such as “outsider art, feminism, gender identity, and media” (Knight).

ROOKIE MAGAZINE

As I mentioned in depth in my previous video essay on Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, children are seen as unsophisticated blank slates that can be trained to uphold pre-existing standards, and therefore must be rigorously surveilled and molded for the interest of wider society (O’Connor 4). “Children” here includes teenagers, who, since the category was invented by marketers in the 1950s, have been sites of anxiety and have represented social decline with their necking mobiles and rebellious attitudes (Thompson).

The concept of the “tween,” which denotes young people between eight and fourteen, was also invented by marketers in the early 90s (Guthrie 1). Newsweek in the late 90s described tweens as a “generation in fast forward, in a fearsome hurry to grow up” (Guthrie 1). Guthrie notes that “tween” was a label typically restricted to girls, who apparently felt more pressure to act older than their ages than boys were. Quoting Judith Halberstrom, Guthrie writes that:

“Female adolescence represents the crisis of coming of age as a girl in a male-dominated society. If adolescence for boys represents a rite of passage […] and an ascension to some version (however attenuated) of social power, for girls, adolescence is a lesson in restraint, punishment, and repression” (Guthrie 2).

I don’t believe I have to go into great depth explaining how media can be used to enforce social norms, but there are numerous examples involving media censorship (such as the Hays Code or the current Florida Book Bans) that demonstrate how industries or governments can use the media to maintain a certain status quo.

In their article “Narrative Analysis of [...] Etiquette in Teenage Magazines,” Ana C. Garner, Helen M. Stark, and Shawn Adams highlight a plethora of studies that demonstrated how teens put a lot of weight onto teen-oriented magazines as arbiters of taste and social etiquette (3). These magazines were often the go-to source as opposed to their parents due to their accessibility and ability to be read in private (Garner 3).

Magazines for teen girls largely included content that, you guessed it, promoted the standard gendered social norms expected of young women, such as how to dress, how to use makeup, and how to get the attention of boys (Garner 2). These articles and advertisements played an important role in the acculturation process of the young women who read them, in that they provided a specific set of cultural expectations that the girls figured they were expected to meet in order to be proper women. As stated by Garner, Stark, and Adams:

“…women’s magazines play a socializing function through the stories they tell in columns, features, and advertising. Readers encounter and then may initiate cultural myths of identity. According to Kellner, ‘Media stories provide the symbols, myths, and resources through which we constitute a common culture and through appropriation of which we insert ourselves into this culture.’ Magazines constitute part of the media stories that shape both society’s sense of culture and our sense of self in culture” (Garner 2).

Though such advice on makeup and boys might be helpful on an individual basis, such dictates could serve to be confusing at a time where a young girl is attempting to figure out her own identity, and did not really answer any of the questions a lot of girls would have about adolescence and adulthood (Guthrie 6). This is where Rookie magazine came in, but before we discuss Rookie, we ought to discuss Sassy.

Sassy was a teen magazine that was published from 1988 to 1996. It was notable for being a feminist teen magazine that spoke about serious subjects like suicide and STDs at a time where, again, most teen girl magazines were instructed girls on how to maximize their appearances in order to get dates (Talk of the Nation). Sassy drew a lot of ire from evangelical groups who boycotted it when it first started, which made advertisers not really want to touch it after a while (Talk of the Nation). It eventually stopped publishing and was absorbed into ‘TEEN magazine…which just talked about boys and dating again.

In spring 2010, Tavi mentioned on Style Rookie that she wanted to create a magazine inspired by Sassy and the riot grrrl zines of the 1990s, which were key parts of the third-wave feminist movement (Knight; Feliciano). Founding editor of Sassy Jane Pratt then reached out to make that happen (Knight).

At first Gevinson was in talks to sign on with Say Media to make this idea come to life, but she ultimately decided to pursue her idea independently so that “the man” wasn’t involved (Knight). According to Tavi’s father Steve, Rookie was independently financed “on family borrowing” (Knight).

Rookie first launched in September 2011 as Tavi entered her sophomore year of high school, filling the void that Sassy left in the teen publication industry when it shut down in 1996. In her first Editor’s letter, Tavi asserted that unlike other magazines like Teen Vogue or Seventeen, Rookie:

“…is not your guide to Being a Teen. It is not a pamphlet on How to Be a Young Woman. It is, quite simply, a bunch of writing and art we like and believe in. While there’s always danger in generalizing a whole group of people, I do think some experiences are somewhat universal to being a teenager, specifically a female one. Rookie is the place to make the best of the beautiful pain and cringeworthy awkwardness of being an adolescent girl” (Gevinson).

If you look at Rookie’s visual aesthetic throughout the years, you can definitely see how the riot grrrl zines also influenced it. The whole site had a whole DIY/collage aesthetic. As stated previously, riot grrrl was a major part of the third-wave feminist movement (Feliciano); Huse states that its zines were so important and impactful because they gave girls “an outlet for their own stories, a means to reclaim culture and language through their writing, and the ability to critique mainstream media with their own publication” (Huse 12).

That pretty much also describes Rookie’s primary draw. Like Sassy and its riot grrrl foremothers, Rookie magazine served as a way for teens to read about and discuss serious topics like birth control, mental health, and coming out in a safe space where they would not be shamed or ridiculed (Wilson). It was also feminist-leaning without the terminology that might be found in a Gender and Women's Studies textbook or journal. This meant that the language used was simple and more accessible, allowing progressive concepts to be shared with a younger audience (Kane).

Rookie also featured a pretty wide range of content, from interviews with artists, authors, and celebrities; to short fiction and poetry, film and literature reviews, DIY and personal style guides, cool playlists and illustrations—basically anything a teen might want. Much of this content was submitted by its tween and teen readers (Wilson), and submitting to Rookie was much like submitting to any other magazine. Each month there was a specific theme, and Rookie gave potential contributors ideas of what they could send in. There was also a poetry roundup, where Rookie would publish a bunch of submitted poetry each month. Of course, all submissions had to be unpublished, and Rookie rigorously fact-checked any non-fiction pieces. What was most impressive to me was that they took their young contributors seriously by compensating them for their work and creativity, though it was never officially disclosed how much they paid. The first three themes of Rookie were Beginnings, Secrets, and Girl Gang in September, October, and November of 2011; the last three were Rebirth, Spirit, and Evolution in the same months of 2018.

Advice questions could be sent in at any time. These questions could be answered in columns like “Ask a Grown Man” and “Ask a Grown Woman,” which allowed teens to ask various celebrities for advice (Kane). Celebrities who participated in this included Cyndi Lauper, Paul Rudd, Terry Crews, and even Hillary Clinton during her 2016 election campaign.

The website updated only three times a day, all in the afternoon when teens would be most apt to actually read the content: “after school, at dinner time, and when it’s really late and you should be writing a paper but are Facebook stalking instead” (Wilson).

The Rookie staff consisted of Tavi, a few grown people who handled the business and some of the editing, and other teen staff like Petra Collins, Hazel Cills, Arabelle Sicardi, and more. Staff members largely interacted with each other online via email and social media, but they occasionally met up for events like Rookie Road Trip, which was a four-week long tour in which teen staff members and Anaheed Alani packed into a van and drove across country from New York to Los Angeles to promote Rookie Yearbook One. The staff met up with the Rookie audience in venues like ice cream parlors, record stores, arcades, and theaters, where they did zine/collage-making events, poetry readings, and live performances (Gevinson).

The Rookie Yearbooks were printed yearly roundups of the online magazine content, edited and art-directed by Tavi, along with exclusive interviews and notes from celebrities (Peiser). There were a total of four to cover the magazine’s first four years. In addition to the yearbooks, Rookie also sold t-shirts, stickers, and posters.

END OF AN ERA

But, as I implied at the beginning, this website described by Healy as a “glistening, empowered world of girlhood” did not last. So, what happened?

The simplest answer is social media. But, truthfully, the newspaper industry has been unstable long before then. As Tavi pointed out in her final Editor’s Letter for Rookie, between January 2001 and September 2016, half of all newspaper jobs were cut from the industry (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018”). It’s also worth remembering that from 2015 to 2018, publications were laying off writers left and right in order to “pivot to video” content, mostly so they could cater to Facebook’s algorithms (Weissman).

According to that same letter, Rookie started running into financial issues as early as 2016, as social media engagement began to make up the bulk of the magazine’s online engagement as opposed to, say, people actually clicking on article links or leaving comments (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018”). While this technically be a good thing for, say, a zine that was firmly embedded within the social media with no central website, this was bad for Rookie because it rendered their ad-based revenue ineffective (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018”).

Tavi had no desire to ask her young readers to subscribe or donate to the site (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018”). She doesn’t explicitly explain why this was not an option, but my best guess is that she wanted the site to remain accessible to those young people who might not have had the money for a potential subscription or donation.

Tavi had previously been advised to work out some sort of marketing and engagement strategy before things took the turn that they did, but she said she never really listened because…well, she was a teenager (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018”). Who can blame her.

Anyways, in fall 2017, the Rookie team began searching for investors and/or partnerships they could do to keep the magazine running and strategize to figure out how to expand Rookie’s content offerings (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018”). However, most potential business partners wanted Tavi to promote herself as the brand’s face to get Rookie back on its feet before passing it off to a new, fresh figurehead that could lead the magazine into the next era (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018;” “Instagram''). By this time, Tavi was wanting to grow beyond Rookie magazine and pursue other ventures like acting, so she was on board with this concept (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018;” “Instagram'').

This didn’t pan out too well. Tavi did more sponsored social media content in order to market herself as an “it girl,” but even though these sponsorships let her avoid taking an income from struggling Rookie, she didn’t really enjoy the “hustle” of doing this, and neither did Rookie’s more progressive-minded audience, who knew when consumerism was being thrown in their faces (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018;” “Instagram”). This particularly came to a head when Tavi was criticized for contributing to gentrification while living in a sponsored luxury apartment in Brooklyn (Gevinson, “Instagram”). She was getting criticized for her personal finances as well since she was so present within the media, but Tavi wrote in Cut magazine that this was largely rooted in a misunderstand of how the media industry works, and that she was never really earning enough to live from such media appearances or photoshoots (Gevinson, “Instagram”). So the plan of Tavi promoting herself as a public figure in order to re-popularize the Rookie website fell apart.

Again, most media companies were already not doing well, so absorbing Rookie without such personality content from Tavi to help it up again was out of the question (Gevinson, “Editor’s Letter 2018”). Tavi explains it all very clearly, again, in the final Editor’s Letter:

“I have spent the fall learning what it would mean to sell Rookie to a new owner who could fund it, build it, or hire more people. I have learned that I can’t take on the responsibility that would come with remaining as its editor, or even transitioning it to a point where I could leave completely.

“…most media companies are also struggling. They can’t afford to buy other publications that are struggling, and/or they are understandably not interested in spending the money to get Rookie to sustainable profitability without the founder/editor/owner since day one—in other words, me. I can’t make that commitment, and at this moment, Rookie can’t exist without it” (Gevinson, “Editor's Letter 2018”).

Thus, on December 1, 2018, Rookie magazine officially ceased operations (Wilson), joining or preceding other sites by women such as the Hairpin, the Awl, the Toast, and Lenny Letter (Blum).

After Rookie folded, the staff at Man Repeller got together to discuss the changing nature of online media. Haley Nahman stated that:

“The part that makes me sad is understanding/learning that content that drives the most traffic (i.e., what keeps media brands in business) is not necessarily the highest quality, and that has become increasingly true as publications that put out good work flail, and those that put out, say, celebrity gossip or SEO-clickbait thrive” (Team Repeller).

Tavi’s goal from the Sassy- and riot grrrl-inspired beginnings of Rookie was always to make great content rather than simple filler articles (Knight). Ultimately, the internet took websites such as these for granted, opting instead to bury them under forgettable filler and clickbait content—something that has clearly continued into the current era. And, though there will always be people searching for good content online, sometimes that minority is not enough to sustain such a time-consuming publication like Rookie and many others.

Fortunately, Rookie remains up as an archival site. So at least we’ll always have the memories.

IMPACT

All in all, Rookie gave young people not only the confidence to share their ideas and express themselves through writing, photography, and DIYs, but also gave them the early experience to pursue such creative ventures at a professional level.

One of the most impressive things about Rookie is the number of names I recognized during my research from today and from my days as an impressionable young teenager on Tumblr. One such name is that of photographer Petra Collins, who was one of the original staff members for Rookie and participated in the Rookie Road Trip that first year in (Kane). Petra published a lot of photography on Rookie that then made the rounds on sites like Tumblr and Pinterest and formed the basis for a good many moodboards of the mid-2010s. She has since moved on to doing photography direction for fashion brands, as well as music videos for artists like Carly Rae Jepsen, Cardi B, and 2021 teen queen Olivia Rodrigo. Other Rookie alumni include NPR Music editor Hazel Cills, another founding Rookie Road Tripper, and Ashley Reese, who once wrote for Jezebel and Netflix’s Tudum, who you’ve probably seen on Twitter. There was also a lot of cross-pollination between Rookie and the Art Hoe movement’s founders and curators. While I don’t believe Ione Gamble ever wrote for Rookie, she was present at meetups for Rookie in London and cites Rookie as the influence for her zine Polyester, as well as Gal-Dem, and One of My Kind (OOMK) (Gamble).

Seeing the sheer number of people who either wrote for or read Rookie during their formative years is honestly amazing. And when you look at Tumblr or Pinterest’s mid-2010 years, it’s obvious that a lot of the “alternative teen girl aesthetic” that Tumblr came to be known for does sort of owe itself to Rookie as well, since so many girls on that site also happened to read Rookie and share images from Rookie to Tumblr or Pinterest. These images ended up on moodboards and continue to inspire online visual content to this day in one way or another. So when former Rookie staff member Arabelle Sicardi declared in 2021 that “pop culture is Rookie” to Teen Vogue—whose progressive content today likely owes a lot to Rookie as well—she isn’t kidding (Wilson). Without Rookie, media for young people, specifically women, girls, and non-binary people, would be a whole lot less endearing.

SEMI-CONCLUSION

That would’ve been a neat place to end this video, but I am going to get on my soapbox and say that it would be really beneficial if we had some sort of online space for tween and teen girls (and non-binary folks) today. Again, Teen Vogue has filled the younger, progressive void, but that’s not really a site where readers can submit things and be published without a pre-existing resume of some sort.

There’s also traditional social media giants like IG, Twitter, Tiktok, etc., but honestly even though they led to the demise of publishers like Rookie, they aren’t really a good replacement. Though anyone can share their thoughts now, these websites have arguably led to the shrinking of both our attention spans and the internet (Holderness). Also, algorithms are weird and perfectly good content is buried under the noise of search-engine optimization or content that simply isn’t good but very popular (example – subway surfer south park nonsense).

These also frankly aren’t safe spaces for young girls and women. In fact, social media was also linked to the teen girls’ mental decline, thanks to things like cyberbullying and the threat of sexual exploitation (Twenge). This is only going to get worse now that we have this wave of misogynistic backlash online, and teen girls who try to use social media can be at any point met with manosphere podcasters, tradwives, or straight-up violent incels who are typically their own male peers (Ewens). And now we also have the issue of AI-generators and deep fake adult materials; girls who post their faces online are likely going to have their faces stolen at one point or another.

At this point, any type of curated, online space for girls to get away from would be beneficial, but we’re so used to the convenience of social media now as a culture that it’s uncertain what form that online space will come in if ever. Hopefully, in one way or another, a new Rookie more suited to our times will pop up somewhere.

ACTUAL OUTRO

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#rookie mag #rookie magazine #Youtube

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

From a Spaceship

"Poppy!" Janus cried and raced toward Remus who knelt to greet his child.

"Hey, gremlin. You okay?" He asked when Janus clung to his neck.

"You and Mama wanted me, right?" He questioned almost desperately. "You don't think I'm ugly and you love me and nobody made you take me right? Because you wanted me, right? And Logan really is my mom, right?"

Remus eyes went wide. "Of course Logan's your mom and of course we wanted you, Jan-"

Janus let go of Remus and swung around to a classmate. "Told you so, you little-"

Remus quickly covered Janus's mouth. "Don't lick me. Mom is already talking to your teacher in the hall. Let's not add to the charges, okay?"

Janus gave a hard scowled, but nodded anyway, and Remus removed his hand.

Remus glanced up. "He learned to swear listening to Hamilton with my brother," he explained to the teacher assistant who was monitoring the handful of students left.

The young woman stiffled a snicker. "Virgil told me the same with after Patton, achem, used an old fashioned term for illegitimate child."

"I just want it on record that it wasn't me this time."

"I'll note it down," she chuckled.

Logan, another parent, and the teacher came into the room after that.

"Mama!"

Logan bent and easily lifted Janus to his hip, kissing his cheek as he did so. "Let's go home."

---

"Daddy, am I in trouble?" Janus asked as Logan helped him from the car.

"No, pumpkin, I think that happened enough at school. You're teacher told me what happened, but I'd like for you to tell me and Poppy what happened so we know your side of the story, if you feel ready for that."

Janus nodded and held Logan's hand tightly as they made their way to their apartment.

"Are you sure I'm not in trouble?" Janus asked again as Remus locked the door behind the little family.

Logan reached out in an offered hug and picked Janus up when he reached back. "I absolutely promise that you are not in trouble, Janus. I just want you to tell me what happened one: because Mrs. Johnson said you were very upset and two: because you deserve to be heard and deserve to tell your side of the story." He sat on the couch with Janus on his lap and Remus sat beside him.

"I was at the art table for free choice," Janus started, "and I didn't know what to draw so I asked Ms. Emily for ideas and she said I could draw a family picture. So I did. But she had to go to blocks. Then Robby saw my picture and he asked why I didn't have a mommy. I told him I did cause Logan is my mommy. But he said that mommies are supposed to be girls and I just had daddies and that means I was adopted and he said that my real mommy prolly didn't want me cause I'm ugly and she just wanted to get rid of me and people only get adopted cause they make them be adopted not cause new parents want them. Then I punched him and pushed him out of his chair cause he made me angry sad and I was crying."

"I woulda punched him too!" Remus exclaimed after a moment of stunned silence, earning him a glare from his husband.

"I understand that you were upset, I imagine it hurt your feelings to be told that," Logan spoke softly to his child. "You're still not in trouble, Janus, but I think it would help if later we come up with ideas of different things to do when you feel bad. Right now, I want you to know that nobody made us take you. We adopted you because we wanted you and we love you very much."

"And you are definitely not ugly," Remus added, lightly thumbing the edge of the birthmark splattered over Janus's left eye and part of his cheek.

"Does that mean I did have a different mommy before?"

Logan sighed and planted a kiss on the top of Janus’s head. "Yes, starlight."

"How come she didn't wanna keep me?" Janus asked, close to tears again.

"It's not as simple as what she did or didn't want, Janus," Logan started to explain, his voice shaking as he did so.

"Then how come I had to be adopted?"

"C'mere, goblin." Remus held out his arms. "I think Mama needs a break."

"Did I make him sad?" Janus asked as Remus stood and lifted him from Logan's arms.

"No, sweetheart, it's not your fault," Logan answered, trying to keep his composure a little longer. "Poppy's right, I just need a little break."

Remus kissed Logan's head, and held onto Janus as he leaned over to the same, then carried the tot to his room.

Remus gently tossed Janus onto the bed then sat on the floor. Janus giggled as he bounced then clambered over to sit near Remus.

"Did I really not make Mama sad?" Janus asked once he'd settled.

"Your mom is a little sad, but it's not your fault, okay?"

"But he only got said when I asked about my other mom," Janus pointed out.

Remus nodded. "That's true, but it's-" he sighed. "Okay, here's the deal. When we go out there, and if anyone else asks. Your mom and I wished for you on a falling star and after we made our wish the star got brighter and brighter till it crashed into the ground right in our backyard. And when we went to go look at it, it was a spaceship! And you crawled out of the spaceship just like Stitch did and we adopted you just like Lilo did. Okay?"

Janus nodded seriously.

"Now, it's true we adopted you, because just like Lilo we loved you very much and we wanted you. But you know how Uncle Ro is my brother right? And he adopted Patton and that makes him Patton's daddy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, your mom had a sister. And she had a baby. And that baby was you. And she loved you. She loved you so much, Jan. But she got really, really sick and she couldn't take care of you by herself anymore. So Logan and I adopted you and then Logan became your mom and now I'm your poppy."

Janus frowned thoughtfully. "Does it make him sad that I call him Mom if my other mommy was his sister?"

"I can promise you, it makes him very happy for you call him mom," Remus assured.

"Did she get too sick like great gramma?" Janus asked quietly and Remus sighed.

"Yeah, she did."

Janus nodded a slight pinch to his brow. "Is it bad I don't remember her?"

"No, baby. You were really, really little when it happened. It's okay to feel sad that you don't remember her, though, and it's okay for you to express that. Or you might even feel angry about it sometimes and that's okay too. If you need someone to talk to your mom and I are always here for you."

Janus squinted at his poppy. "You're gonna tell him I didn't really come out of a spaceship, huh?"

Remus chuckled. "Yes, I'm going to tell him that I told you the truth. But not yet. He still needs a little time and that's okay."

"Can I tell him that you call me gremlin cause I came out a spaceship like Stitch?"

Remus broke into a grin. "I like the way you think, kid. That's a very clever idea. Here's the plan. I'm gonna go check on Mama and see how he's doing. You play in here for a little while and when we come to check on you, you can tell him the reason I call you goblin and gremlin is because of the spaceship thing. Deal?"

"Deal!" Janus shook the out stretched hand.

Remus tousled Janus's hair as he came to his feet. "I'll see you in few minutes, goblin."

---

"How's Janus?" Logan croaked, quickly swiping at his cheeks when Remus re-entered the living room.

"Janus is fine," he answered. He slid onto the couch and enveloped Logan in a firm embrace in one fluid movement. Logan buried his face in Remus's shoulder and gripped fistfuls of his shirt. With practiced ease Remus carefully lifted Logan's glasses from his face and set them aside, then leaned back against the arm of the couch, pulling Logan against him and holding him tightly. Logan let out a shuddering gasp as he fought to keep him composure.

"Don't do this, babe," Remus whispered. "Don't bottle it up. It's just me, my love, let it out. It's safe to now."

And Logan did so, quietly crying into his husband's shoulder as Remus held him steady breathing in a even rhythm he was able to match after several minutes had passed. Several more passed before Remus kissed his head.

"You good?"

Logan nodded and sat. "Yes. Thank you."

Remus held the back of his head and kissed his jaw then his cheek then his temple and Logan smiled.

"We should check on Janus," he said and slipped his glasses back on.

"Go wash your face first," Remus advised, thumbing away some of the moisture from his cheek and resisting the urge to kiss him again.

He failed and gently tugged Logan close and kissed just above his temple.

Logan laughed softly. "Are you going to let me?"

"Maybe not," Remus murmured, leaning his forehead against Logan's head. He gently pushed forward, kissing the corner of his jaw.

Logan closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the moment and the comfort of Remus's presence.

"Remus." He touched the hand that cupped his cheek and gently pulled it away. Remus sighed but sat back. "Janus will probably need help with his homework."

Remus nodded. "He shouldnt even be getting homework," he grumbled. "Poor little dude's only six."

Logan chuckled. "I agree. But that's why we help with it. Do you want spelling or math?"

"I suck at both of those," Remus complain and followed Logan to the bathroom. "We want the kid to pass. How about I cook dinner and you get homework duty?" He passed Logan a towel to dry his face with after he'd spashed some cool water against his skin and waited patiently for Logan to dry his face before offering his rebuttal.

"There has to be at least one vegetable as part of the meal."

"Counter offer: there's fruit."

"Pineapple on pizza does not count."

"Why not?"

"Because it's gross, darling."

"Okay, alternate counter point. We still eat pizza, but it's pepperoni and we have fruit salad as dessert."

"Fine, but no whipped cream."

"Whaddaya mean no whipped cream?!" Remus demanded playfully.

"I mean, you and Janus are both lactose intolerant! He's had a hard enough day without adding a stomach ache onto it at the end."

Remus groaned dramatically, drawing more laughter from Logan. "You just want me to suffer!" He punctuated the last word by dropping his head on Logan's shoulder with a pout.

"Alright, how about this," Logan slipped his arms over Remus's shoulders. "I'll take homework, you take dinner, and I'll make the homemade caramel sauce you like so much and we can have caramel apples slices for desert."

"I guess!" Remus complained and lifted his head. He grinned cheekily and stole one last kiss. "C'mon, let's go check on the gremlin."

---

Janus ran at Logan when his door opened. "Mama!"

Logan knelt to catch the tot and hugged him tightly.

"Are you still sad?"

"No, I'm okay now. Poppy sat with me and let me be sad for a little while and I'm feeling better now. Are you okay?"

Janus nodded. "Poppy told me everything."

Logan tried to conceal the alarm that flared in his chest. "He did?"

"Mhm," Janus nodded. "He told me aaalll about the spaceship I crawled out of and that's why he calls me gremlin."

Logan blinked and let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry my space ship almost crashed the house and got you kicked out of the apartment."

"Whoa! I didn't say that!" Remus objected.

Logan shook his head. This was a problem for a different day. "Why don't we just get started on your homework?" He suggested.

"Okaaaay," Janus complained dramatically. Logan snickered, he was so much like his poppy.

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #remus sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #intrulogical #familial lociet #familial demus #silly parent aus #my writing

[levi-da]

Teaching Professor Braun

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager/Mikasa Ackerman (for like 3 lines)

Tags: Domming From The Bottom, Bottom!Levi, Top!Reiner, Teacher!AU, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Drunk Sex, Office Sex

Summary: Prof. Ackerman and Prof. Braun have an ongoing rivalry between the English and math departments of Shiganshina High. A night out with some other professors leads them to relieving some tension together.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Here's my first post! I hope you enjoy :)) This took me WAY longer than it should have.

Read on AO3

The bell rings as laptops and textbooks are shoved into bags.

“This class sucks, man. Why’s Professor Ackerman always up our asses?”

“I dunno, dude. Professor Braun never makes us do anything like this.”

The class clears out as the day ends, leaving Levi alone in the room. He’s halfway through grading the students’ most recent essay when a knock sounds out against the door.

“What the hell are you doing to these kids to make them so miserable? You got a stick up your ass or something?”

Levi rolled his eyes and looked up from the paper he was grading. He let out a sigh before he asked, “Making them use their brains. You should try it sometime.”

Reiner clenches his jaw. “Whatever, just remember that Hanji is forcing everyone to go out for drinks tonight. I know you’d much rather read a dictionary, but they’ll kill you if you don’t show up tonight.”

“What’s so special about tonight?”

“They won’t say. Just make sure you’re there at nine.”

Levi waves his hand towards the door dismissively. “Fine, just get out of my classroom and stop distracting me.”

Reiner quietly leaves the room, though Levi’s eyes follow him every step of the way. How that man got anything done, he could never guess. Levi shakes his head, clearing his thoughts before returning back to his work.

---

The music of the club rattles through Levi’s skull. Already annoyed with the circumstances, he looks for his gaggle of idiots. Scanning the room, he finds most of them grouped together at a table.

“Look who finally decided to show up! Fashionably late, too, might I add.” Hanji slurs, slipping her arm around his neck. He wasn’t the biggest fan of contact, but trying to stop Hanji from touching would require more energy than it’s worth.

“I made it,” Levi says, a smirk sneaking up on his face. He slips onto the chair next to Hanji.

“Wow, you actually made it,” Connie says from across the table. “Never thought I’d actually see you here.”

“Even Levi has to destress once in a while,” Jean exclaims, pouring Levi a shot. Feeling the migraine already kicking in, Levi takes the shot, feeling the burn the whole way down. He immediately starts coughing.

“Can’t even take a shot, huh?” Reiner snorts, walking over to the table with Armin, more drinks in their hands.

Armin hands a glass of whiskey to Levi. He takes the glass gingerly before leaning against the table and glaring sharply at Reiner.

Reiner rolls his eyes, putting down the rest of the drinks. “This is why the kids hate being in your class. You’re such a dick.”

“Where’s Eren and Mikasa?” Sasha asks, interrupting Reiner.

Armin sighs, sitting down next to Jean, “Who knows at this point, I don’t question it anymore.” Hanji giggles, stumbling off the stool to get another drink.

“They’re probably fucking in the bathroom or something,” Annie says, downing her fourth drink of the night.

“Are you sure that’s a smart choice, Leonhart? Don’t you have midterms to finish grading this weekend?” Levi lets out against the rim of his glass.

“Fuck off,” Annie says, then lays her head flat on the tabletop.

Apparently, Levi can’t catch a break since he feels someone looming over him. With a sigh, Levi spins around on his stool. He looks up at the person towering over him.

“What is it now?” Levi asks.

Reiner slots himself in the gap between Levi’s legs. “Are you just going to sit around all night? Get up and dance.”

“I’m here. Shouldn’t that satisfy you?”

“You’re not here to be a lameass. Let’s go.” Reiner grabs Levi’s wrist, dragging him to the dance floor.

Where had this man gained the balls to act towards Levi like that? Though, Reiner may have a point. He should just enjoy himself for once. He could do with letting loose a bit. Just a bit.

The grip of Reiner’s fingers around Levi’s wrist pulls him from his thoughts as they move throughout the club. As they arrive upon the dance floor, Reiner tightened his grip on Levi.

“Stay close to me, yeah?”

Levi’s body presses close to Reiner as they work their way through the crowd of people. Once they settle on a spot in the middle, Reiner pulls Levi close and releases his wrist.

A random bump from behind has the two pressed together, chest to chest. The lack of space between the two causes Levi to feel Reiner’s body heat across every inch of his skin. Reiner’s skin felt like a fucking furnace, practically burning Levi with each point of contact. Reiner’s hands graze over Levi’s hips and he wonders how it would feel if they actually made contact; if Reiner actually held on to him… The music consumes them, and they dance, as if they don’t pick a fight with one another every time they interact.

Eren and Mikasa emerge from the depths of the crowd, drinks in hand. They each hand off a drink to Levi and Reiner, then venture off, likely to do some dancing of their own. Not a word was said, just a knowing look in the couple’s gaze.

The pair knock back their drinks and leave the glasses on a nearby surface. Not wanting to stop dancing, Levi drags Reiner back to the dance floor.

“Look at you. Who knew you could be so outgoing?” Reiner whisper-screams over the music.

“Don’t push your luck. I just decided to do something different for once.”

A hint of mischief in his eyes, Reiner pushes, “Your perfect decisions finally starting to bore you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi says, as he pulls Reiner closer, by the same wrist that had grabbed on to him. Reiner stumbles a half step, caught off guard from the sudden pull. His hands reach for something to support his slip up and it’s Levi. He grabs Levi’s hips for balance, tipping them back.

They still, breathing against each other's lips.

“Shit. Sorry.” Reiner goes to release Levi, but smaller hands are grabbing his and holding them down before he even gets the chance to pull away.

“Don’t apologize.”

Frozen in the moment, Reiner’s eyes glance down at Levi. Their eyes lock and, in that moment, it’s just them. Levi’s shoulders relax, his eyes softening as he gazes back up at Reiner.

That’s all Reiner needs to decide they’ve spent enough time in this club. Maybe it’s the drinks making the decision, but that’s an issue for a later time. He just wants Levi now. His fingers slip around Levi’s wrist as Reiner pulls him through the crowd again. Shouts from the others follow them but are ignored entirely once they’re out the club.

Outside, Reiner pulls out his phone and calls a cab. He slips his phone away and looks back towards Levi.

Levi, who looks devastatingly handsome in his loose button down and fitted slacks. Levi, who’s staring at him like he wants to devour him. And Reiner can’t get enough.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Reiner hand cups Levi’s cheek, pulling him closer, closer, closer. Levi pulls him in just as much, his back hits the brick of the building as Reiner closes in on Levi.

Their breaths overlap, mix, and then lips graze one another.

“Just fucking kiss me already.” Levi’s hands are tugging his hair at the nape of his neck. Then their lips are finally pressing against one another.

They kiss and kiss and kiss, nipping each other’s lips in retaliation.

Just when Reiner’s hands start drifting under Levi’s shirt, a honk interrupts the pair. They part, resituate themselves, then crawl together into the back seat of the car.

“Whose place are we going to?” Reiner mumbles, lips against Levi’s jaw.

“Mine, I don’t trust that yours is clean enough for me,” Levi lets out, voice breathy as his eyes roll shut.

Unable to argue with that logic, Reiner gives the driver directions to Levi’s place. The drive being 20 minutes long is apparently too long for them, as the pair are unable to keep their hands off each other. The cab driver must be sneaking looks through the rearview mirror since there’s a blush spread lightly across her cheeks.

Levi’s hands can’t stop touching. From Reiner’s knee, to his inner thigh, it’s all just Levi. Reiner is breathing slowly through his nose, trying to will himself some control, but once Levi starts brushing his fingertips over his zipper, his restraint all but vanishes.

Reiner rips the last two buttons on Levi’s shirt open as the cab slows to a stop outside Levi’s apartment. Levi hastily shoves a bunch of bills into the driver's hand with a quick thank you, pulling Reiner’s hand.

They make it all the way to the elevator before clinging to one another again. They could’ve only been a few inches from each other, but it takes everything in Reiner to not reach out to Levi.

Blood rushing in his ears and trying not to pant, Reiner sneaks a look at Levi pressed against the wall beside him. Levi’s already looking up at him, pinning him down just with his stare.

How the fuck did he end up here? Nothing could have prepared him for sleeping with Levi of all people. Not that he was going to complain.

The elevator dings, letting them know they’re that much closer to what they’ve been chasing.

Levi slides out as soon as the doors open, leading the way down the hall. He stops right in front of a door, fumbling with the key.

Reiner presses right up against him, “Need help with that?”

Levi stills, feeling the heat of Reiner fully pressed behind him. The hardness pressed against his ass only spurs him to unlock the door faster, get that dick inside him faster.

As soon as the door opens, it slams shut against his back. Reiner slides his hands under Levi’s thighs, grip tight as he lifts him up. Without a thought, Levi locks his legs around Reiner’s waist.

Reiner’s lips trail down his neck. Faint marks litter the column of Levi’s throat. Levi fists Reiner’s hair and pulls his lips close. Their lips crash against one another. Levi’s hands travel everywhere, tugging Reiner’s shirt off and throwing it on the floor. 

Levi kisses Reiner like his air has been stolen and the only way to breathe is to steal it back.

Clearly Levi wants Reiner’s dick in him yesterday, lacking any regard for cleanliness at this point if he’s chucking shirts. Reiner shoves Levi’s shirt off his shoulders, buttons already gone.

He thumbs over Levi’s nipples.

Levi moans into the kiss. “Can you fucking be any slower?”

Reiner huffs a laugh and shoves his pants just past his ass, pulling Levi’s slacks off entirely. Levi’s boxers are gone too, leaving a trail of clothing across the room.

“Do you have any lube?”

Levi tilts his head. “In my office.”

Reiner just carries Levi, hands squeezing his ass as he walks into the office. He plops Levi on the desk, scouring the drawers for the bottle.

“Check the bottom drawer.”

Fingers wrap around the bottle and he slams the drawer shut. Instantly, he’s back on Levi. He kneels between his legs, kissing and marking up Levi’s inner thighs.

Levi, in all of his short glory, already looks properly fucked out spread on his desk. Face and chest flushed, slightly dazed eyes, and a heavy stare.

“Just fucking look at you.”

Levi rolls his eyes. “Hurry up already. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

With a hand on each knee, Reiner forces Levi’s legs open. He slicks a finger with lube and traces around Levi’s hole. A moan rips itself from Levi’s throat as Reiner slips his finger down to the second knuckle. He sneaks a second one beside the first, curling once inside.

Levi lets out a broken moan at that. “Fuck.”

Reiner kisses his way back up Levi’s body, stretching out his hole.

“Any fucking day now. Seriously, just fucking put it in me already. I can take it.” Levi hooks his foot around Reiner’s shoulder, urging him closer.

“I’m just trying to find the stick that’s up here.”

“Very funny.”

Reiner slides his fingers out, “Yeah, I’m fucking hilarious.”

Whatever Levi planned to say gets cut off by Reiner pressing his tip to the rim. Levi’s legs slide down to wrap around his waist. Broken moans fall from Levi’s lips as Reiner slides in fully, pelvis to pelvis. Maybe it’s the booze talking, but Levi looks practically holy. His hair splayed out, head tilted back and moans filling the room. Offhandedly, he hopes the neighbors won’t wake up.

Hands tug on his hair, pulling him from his thoughts and pressing his lips down to meet with Levi’s. Reiner grips his hips, thumbs digging into hip bones. They move together, timing their thrusts with one another. Their pace picks up as they get closer to their release.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Reiner breathes out between their barely pressed lips. He wraps his fingers around Levi’s cock, bringing him closer to the edge.

Reiner wants Levi to finish first, so he whispers out, “Come on baby, cum for me.”

That’s all Levi needs before the tension snaps and he’s spilling into Reiner’s hand. He’s not too far behind either because with a few more thrusts, Reiner is filling up Levi.

Their breaths are loud in comparison to the sudden silence of the room. A few minutes pass with them in silence before Reiner slowly slides out and leaves the room.

When he comes back, it’s with a damp washcloth. His pants are buttoned again and he’s slightly less rumpled. He gently wipes the cum and some sweat off Levi’s boneless body. Reiner scoops him up and carries him to bed, crawling under the covers and pulling him closer as the two fall asleep.

---

Levi wakes up to sunlight peering through the window directly in his eyes. Details of the night before slowly start to piece together as rustling was heard from beside him.

“Morning Sunshine,” Reiner says, his voice rough from sleep. He smirks at Levi.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Reiner lets out a snicker as he slides up behind Levi, hooking an arm around his waist. His heat spread out along Levi’s backside, settling a chill he didn’t realize was there. 

“Not a morning person?”

“Not at,” he glanced over at the clock, “6:30 A.M.”

Reiner’s hand slides over his stomach, pausing in the middle. “You could go back to sleep.”

“What, and leave you to mess around my apartment alone? Absolutely not.”

Despite not wanting to wake up, Levi made no effort to get out of bed. In actuality, Levi was hiding deeper under the covers. He pushed back against Reiner, seeking out his warmth.

Reiner’s breath is hot against his neck as they slot together. Levi can feel Reiner’s hardness pressing against his bare ass.

“You‘ve got to be kidding me. The sun is barely out and you’re hard already?”

A nip at the back of his neck is all he gets as a response.

“Is this how you always are? So desperate to fuck a hole, disregarding the world around you?”

The lips trailing across his neck still as Reiner takes in what exactly Levi just said. He lets out a huff.

“I shouldn’t be so surprised you could be so bossy in bed. You were so pretty last night under me that I didn't even think about you on top.”

Levi rolls his eyes at that. He pushes his hips back, drawing a hiss from Reiner.

“Lay on your back. I’m getting back at you for the bruises.”

Not waiting for Reiner to move, Levi shoves him onto his back. Reiner is left stunned, earning him a lapful of Levi. He grips Levi’s thighs.

Levi leans over Reiner, going for the bedside table to grab lube. He pours some lube over his fingers and starts to open himself. Muffled moans slip out as Levi tips forward, catching himself on Reiner’s chest.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this.”

“Shut up.”

His thighs tighten around Reiner’s hips as he lowers himself down, Reiner’s thickness filling his hole. Levi fully plants himself on Reiner’s cock, feeling the veins against his walls.

“Is this what you wanted? Just to fuck a hole?” Levi lifts himself from Reiner’s lap, just to drop himself back down. The pair let out a moan at this. The tip of Reiner’s cock barely brushes over Levi’s prostate, leaving him seeing stars. 

Reiner’s grip tightens on Levi’s hips as he thrusts up. “Maybe it is. Doesn’t seem to be an issue.”

His hands are shoved off Levi and pinned above his head faster than he can register. Levi slips his hips back down, leaving Reiner feeling too close too quickly. With Reiner’s hands trapped above his head, there’s not much stopping Levi from taking what he wants from him.

“If you keep going like this, I’m gonna–”

“I’m not finished with you.” Levi’s lips are harsh against his throat, giving him matching dark marks.

With his lack of control, Reiner thrusts up as best as he can, matching Levi grinding down in his lap. His nails dug into Reiner’s wrist as he slams down for the last time, cumming between them. Levi loosening his grip is the opening Reiner needs to grab Levi’s hips and snap them together swiftly. Within a few thrusts, Reiner’s finishing inside.

Levi collapses on his chest. Reiner pauses to catch his breath as Levi begins to still against his chest.

“Fucking bastard,” Reiner mumbles, wrapping his arms around Levi, joining him in his slumber.

---

Levi wakes up with the feeling of sweat and cum stuck to his skin. Feeling disgusted with himself, he slowly goes to sit up, ready to shower. Just as he’s about to crawl out of the blankets, his phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hiya, Levi. How’s your morning been?” Hanji’s cheery voice rings out from his speaker.

He flinches at the volume. “Fine until you called me. What do you need so early in the morning?”

“It’s already eleven, it’s not that early. Besides, I had to make sure you got home safe, considering you left so soon without telling anyone.”

A beat passes. “Okay?”

“You know, the whole reason I wanted us to go out is because I thought you needed to get laid. You’ve been extra grumpy lately. What I didn’t expect was you going home with Reiner of all people, but honestly I should’ve seen that coming.”

Reiner lets out a snicker behind him.

“Shit happens I guess.”

“Well, considering Eren and Mikasa have been dating for years without Administration finding out, you guys would probably be fine as long as it doesn’t affect your work.” The smile in their voice is evident.

Levi glances over at Reiner. “It’s not going to be a recurring event. We don’t need to worry about all that.”

“If you say so. I’m gonna go now, have fun! But not too much fun.”

With a click, the call ends and it’s just Reiner and Levi in the silence of the bedroom.

Reiner gaze locks on the comforter. “Did you mean that?”

A flash of confusion spreads across Levi’s face. “I mean, we were drunk. I figured this was going to be the end of it.”

“We weren’t drunk earlier.”

A moment of consideration sits between them before Reiner speaks again. “It doesn’t have to be just this one time.”

Levi feels Reiner’s eyes finally look up at him. “No, I guess it doesn’t. But don’t expect much from me.”

The two finally look at one another.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #levi ackerman #reiner braun #levi/reiner #smut #snk #levi-da fics #eren yeager #hanji zoe #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #annie leonheart #sasha braus #armin arlert #fanfic #fanfiction

[liroutrozenberg]

I saw a mention, do you have sketches for the Dragon Age Inquisition in the institute's AU or something like that? Sorry for my bad english!

Don't write if you don't like the idea.

DAMN YES

Cassandra: She's the warden and the chief enforcer of preventive violence against the group, because yes. I am sure that she has all the notes and the teachers love her despite the fact that sometimes she makes hasty decisions. Most likely involved in athletics. And you will be forced to play sports, because it is good for health.

Solas: Exchange student and damn good at drawing. A bit turned on religion and you can definitely say that he has a plan for the whole world. In general, he is quite friendly, you can often hear him talking to teachers on elevated topics.

Dorian: The one you'll be skipping classes with. The most fashionable and no one can argue with that. He entered to move away from his family. You can discuss everything with him, starting with classes and ending with questions about what insult is the most offensive. Sometimes you get the urge to beat his father with a baseball bat.

Sera: A cheerful girl who constantly participates in all sorts of performances, just to avoid going to class. Several times she disrupted classes at the entire institute and she had nothing for it, because she was simply not found. Another student who will be happy to keep you company in skipping classes.

Blackwall: One of the quietest in your group. And very kind, in fact. You can discuss important matters with him. You can be sure that he will not betray you to teachers if you said or did something that they would not like. He will simply ask you to be careful if this happens again.

Iron Bull: He is on a sports team and it's not surprising. Will cover your butt if you just want to sit in the gym instead of working out. Easy-going and for the most part glad to take part in the next madness. It also comes with a team. The latter are glad to see you no less than their captain and will never betray you to teachers.

Johefina: Responsible person. Very. Contacts all teachers and other courses, if necessary, and it is almost always there. If you ask, she will put that you were in class (even if you were not), but you will have to promise her that this will not happen again. Do not upset her and you will be happy.

Cullen: First and foremost, he definitely sang in the church choir when he was younger. And you know it. It's your choice to make fun of him because of this or not. The person is calm and responsible, although sometimes he succumbs to your provocations and skips classes. Maybe he was on drugs.

Varric: History teacher. You will know everything, even the most obscene and strange details of this world - this is guaranteed. And you know, he is a very good teacher! Because a bad teacher does not wake up the entire audience for more than a hundred people. You can arrange exams with him and he will definitely listen to you if some shit happens in your life.

About the little things:

You have a common Discord server where everyone complains, sends homework and just spends time.

Your favorite place to skip classes is a cafe a few streets from the university.

Sometimes you come across such intrigues that you dream of being expelled. But Cassandra and Josephine won't let it.

"why, no matter what happens, your group is always on the scene?"

#cullen rutherford #leliana #josephine montilyet #lady Montilyet #advisors #advisers reaction #dragon age companions #companions reaction #dragon age reactions #dragon age inquisition #Cassandra Pentaghast

[charliemcksstuff]

Heartstopper! Ranger’s apprentice au:

CHAPTER ONE:

He heard the sounds of the clock ticking, the fans spinning, the sounds of other students chatting away loudly outside in halls. And as soon as the first school bell rung, he pulled away, pacing back a step.

“Will, that was only the first bell, why did you-”

“I’ve just got to go.”

The man in front of him scowled, Conner Williams was the name.

“And why is that?”

His scowl deepened, an eyebrow raised in questioning. Will opened his mouth, murmuring the word sorry before leaving. Ignoring the knives being stabbed in his back, he closed the door to the library behind him, walking into the halls and pulling out a slip. Something about changing form groups, not that he couldn’t find his new form group on his own, he’s just already tired of walking past people that don’t like him. He soon found the room and slid it open, observing every person in the room.

“Ah! Will Treaty, happy new year!”

“Oh, good morning and happy new year, sir.”

His form teacher smiled a soft smile before glancing down at the sheet, eyes squinted and murmuring something along the lines of.

“Now, where did I put your seat Mister Treaty?..”

Will paused, he checked out a few other things in the classroom besides the boring choice of color and desks and chairs. That was until a loud voice snapped him out of his trance

“Aha! You’re next to Horace Altman, over there. He’s a year 11 and only a year older!”

Will averted his eyes over to a man with messy bright blonde hair and sky blue eyes, that had already gathered his attention from the window to focus on him. He must admit, he sure was handsome.

“Go and sit down now, Will. I can already see you two getting along.”

“Ah- oh right- thank you, sir.”

He placed his seat right next to Horace Altman, tensing up slightly.

Horace glanced at him, smiling kindly.

“Hi”

His smile made Will relax again, feeling a small smile form on his face.

“Hi”

The next few days were somewhat similar it started to make Will overthink. How come he was always saying hi?

‘He’s always saying hello every morning- Is this a joke? Am I being pranked in someway? What if he thinks I’m hitting on him? Am I bothering him in any way? What if it’s just a dare he can go and proudly tell his friends?-

“Uh… Will?”

He snapped his head around and beheld the sight of Horace seated next to him.. covered in black ink..

The man in front of him seemed embarrassed, but there seemed to be a bit of a humorous gleam in his eyes.

“You don’t have any tissues or anything do you?.. my pen just… kinda.. exploded?” He asked, wincing a smile. Sympathy and curiosity filled the brunette’s expression, he shook his head.

“Aw, no I don’t, sorry Horace”

He was about to state something before the teacher had butted in, peering down at Horace’s completely inked up hands and shirt.

“Oh dear, Horace. You’d better go clean that off. Will could you go with Horace?”

The two boys got up and left, Will pulling the doors open, and Horace standing there helplessly with his arms raised. They reached the bathroom and the other man rushed towards the sink, turning on the tap and aggressively washing his hands.

“It’s not coming off!”

Will giggled at him “looks like you’re gonna be blue forever.”

“I look like I’m wearing gloves”

A finger to his lip, Will let a small chuckle out again.

“You can make it the new fashion”

“I can pretend it’s a tattoo!”

Horace smiled as the man in front of him wince-grinned at the idea.

“I think that’s against the school rules-”

About to saying something else, Horace gaped his mouth before he was cut off by their loud school bell. Instead, he walked over to the dryers.

“Was that the first or second bell?” He asked.

“I dunno, let me check.”

The brunette pulled out his phone, unlocking it to only see Connor Williams impatient and annoying text messages. Calling him useless for not responding? Now that’s impatient.

“Will??”

“Oh- um- yeah first bell-”

#rangers apprentice #will treaty #gilan davidson #horace altman #halt o'carrick #crowley meratyn #hill #heartstopper #lgbtqia

[undercoverbastard]

Yea... I know

Everyone wordlessly glanced between one another. Derek was the only one to hold his gaze on Stiles. Not once had the boy seemed upset or fearful. He was confused when Peter first came in, anxious when they were trekking through the woods, but never upset or fearful. And Derek was hopeful that was a good sign.

“Us, my family, we’re…” Talia began, shifting a bit nervously. An introduction to the idea of werewolves never came out like this, it wasn’t shared in such a rushed fashion - even she, as alpha, was grappling a bit on how to best proceed.

“We’re werewolves,” Derek quietly finished once he realized his mother was a bit lost on how to direct the conversation.

OR: a fic that kinda got dragged out in some aspects, has no real plot points, features a semi-sorta magic!Stiles, a semi-off-brand Soulmate Thing going on, and mostly just gentle feels bc I thought we all deserved a reprieve from Depression Fests

Archive of Our Own Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42346869

“Settle down, settle down,” came the tired voice.

Derek leaned back into his seat, spreading his legs and getting as comfortable as one could in a school desk. It was his last period of the day and he was itching for it to be over. He wanted to get home and just run.

It had been one of those days. One of those days where he constantly felt on edge. One of those days where he felt like he struggled to keep his wolf at the back of his mind, constantly feeling it claw at his skin, begging to just give in and let go.

So all he could think of as Ms. Adams tiredly went through roll call was how he planned on getting home and running until the moon was high in the sky and his lungs were on the verge of collapsing. A promising afternoon, if you asked Derek.

“Alright, now that that’s out the way, let’s get down to business,” Ms. Adams said coolly, moving to sit on the edge of her desk and face her class.

“I’m sure some of you may have been warned by my other periods but I’m going to lay it all out so there’s no question. For the next three weeks, you all will be working on a partner project,” she began. And already, several people were groaning. Others seemed quite pleased at the prospect of working with friends or splitting their work, but the overall reactions were split.

“Oh come on! You all are in AP Art History! None of you had to be here and all of you knew that meant going the extra mile - I don’t want any complaints.” Ms. Adams's retort came with narrowed eyes and a sharpened tone at the end. Which, fair, AP Art History was a class only taken by those who enjoyed art, needed to bulk their GPA for college, or were in desperate need to fill their schedules (usually settling on regular art or trying to TA for a teacher was the first choice, but when those options ran thin students sought out the easiest class with the nicest teacher - enter Ms. Adams who somehow scrounged together enough students for three periods of AP Art History!).

While some students mumbled and chatted amongst themselves, Derek frowned quietly to himself and tried to focus on what his teacher said, mentally taking note of things she said and wrote on the board in between.

Overall, the assignment didn’t sound hard. The museum downtown was having an exhibit on display for the next couple of weeks centering around historic art forms which displayed a variety of different art - paintings, drawings, sculptures, 3D models - all of which talked about the beginning of art expression and how it evolved. Each major evolution offered insight into some of the most notable artists while in between those there were examples of smaller incremental developments.

Art was subjective, and as it grew, it becomes more difficult to chart a singular growth pattern. But this exhibit focused on the overall widespread evolution of artistic expression - an ideal topic for Art History. So when the exhibit happened to make a stop at Beacon Hills’ own museum for a short time, Ms. Adams couldn’t not take advantage of the opportunity.

“Okay! Simple enough, right? Nothing too terrible! And the only reason this is a three-week project is because one, that’s how long the exhibit will be here. Two, the majority of this project will have to be done outside of class for obvious reasons,” their teacher continued, “Now, here’s the part you all may hate me for - I’ll be assigning your partners.”

This properly upset the entire class, a chorus of groans and quiet pleas could be heard, all of which fell on deaf ears, of course.

“Alright, please listen for your names to be called. I will allow the rest of the period today for you all to get to know your partner, figure out a schedule of when will be best to meet, and look up the exhibit so you can get an idea of how you’d like to approach your projects!”

Derek had zoned out at this. He wasn’t all that concerned. While he had to work with someone else, they could more than likely visit the exhibit once or twice over the weekend and then figure out time after class a few days over the next couple of weeks. He was already planning out how to minimize time with whoever he was stuck with when his attention snapped back to the front.

“Thatcher and Brown… Cromwell and Langley… Hale and Stilinski…”

At this, Derek’s eyes snapped up, widening slightly. Oh god, anyone but-

“Hey, partner!” Stiles grinned, already sliding into the vacant seat next to Derek - which, huh, when did the girl next to him even move?

“Uh… hi,” Derek responded, giving a stiff nod. He could’ve dealt with anyone else. Anyone else but Stiles. The boy next to him had plagued him since the start of high school and Derek had made it his life’s mission to avoid the boy at all turns.

At first, he assumed it was just a little crush, an attraction to the pale boy with too long of limbs, too soft of lips, and beauty marks for days. But then the smell - dear god, the boy’s smell was intoxicating.

Derek had to avoid the boy to make sure he didn’t lose control. And the worst part was Derek didn’t even know why! Sure, the boy was cute, but this level of attraction was uncalled for. Thus, avoidance. Because why face your problems when you can hide from them in the locker room?

“Uh… so,” Stiles said, clearing his throat and breaking the silence which- shit, it had been quiet for too long hadn’t it? Fuck, Derek thought, already off to a bad start. “I have lacrosse practice Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. And I know basketball usually does Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, right?”

Shit, Derek closed his eyes, so after school in the library was already off the table.

“So I was thinking we could just meet up after practice one day and then hit up the museum this weekend? I don’t have any games this weekend and I don’t remember seeing any on the calendar for basketball…” Stiles began mumbling, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Uh, no… no games this weekend for me either,” Derek confirmed, his eyes now glued to the table in front of him. Maybe if he avoided Stiles’ eyes he could maintain his control… maybe.

“Great! So uh… how about Friday? We can meet up after my practice on Friday since we can go a bit later and not worry about, ya know, homework and… uh, school. And then meet up Saturday for the museum!” Stiles offered, offering Derek a small grin. He looked so eager to get Derek’s approval and even though Derek could smell the hesitancy rolling off the boy in waves, he couldn’t help but melt just a bit at his eagerness.

“Yea, yea, that sounds good,” Derek nodded. Dear lord, this is going to be a disaster…

+ . + . +

The rest of the week flew by. AP Art History continued as normal, a couple of days were split to allow for students to pair off and work out plans, project outlines, and so on, but it all seemed low-level and passed in a blur.

So when Stiles didn’t move after the last bell rang, eyebrows raised in question, Derek was at a loss. He wasn’t sure what the boy asked and was stumped by what was going on. Which must have shown.

“Your.. address? So I can come by later?” Stiles asked, a bit hesitantly. “I would offer to do it at my place but my dad’s off work tonight and he’s got this case and… yea, he hasn’t looked away from it in three days, the dining table is covered, and it’s just kind of crazy. We’d either get our heads bit off for making too much noise or we’d get no work done because my old man would try to distract himself by asking about the project and just… yea, it’d be easier to not do it at my place,” Stiles rambled, his hands splaying out and moving a bit frantically as he tried to explain himself.

Derek frowned slightly, not too keen on having Stiles at his house. His parents were already fairly hesitant about people coming over at times but Derek also couldn’t deny the bright-eyed boy next to him. Not only did it sound like his house was hectic as fuck currently but it was also the least Derek could offer after Stiles had spearheaded their entire project, laying everything out to the point all Derek had to do was get a few decent pictures and fill in the blanks.

Derek hadn’t purposefully neglected his share of the planning, but Stiles was so energetic and excited by his own ideas and Derek was never good at interjecting… or talking… in general.

“Oh, uh, yea! No, yea, that’s… fine,” Derek stammered, nodding as he grabbed a pen. “Here, this is my address.” With that, Derek quickly scribbled out his address on a blank Post-It he had inside his notebook, passing it off to Stiles.

“Awesome! So uh, 7? That okay? Practice ends at 5:30, I should shower after so you don’t have to deal with all… that! And then some cushion for drive time?” Stiles asked, a bright smile taking up his face as he confirmed.

Derek barely got a nod out before Stiles was scrambling out of his desk, giving a hurried excuse of practice and a rushed farewell before he was racing out of the classroom. And all Derek could do was sigh and tip his head back, staring at the ceiling for a minute. This project might just kill him.

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Derek was sitting at the dining table, flicking through the outline for their project, a gallery of photos featuring the art exhibit on his laptop next to him. He was trying to plan out which pieces he wanted to get photos of and making notes of what pieces and artists they should look up later.

While Derek’s mom wasn’t too pleased with the idea of someone essentially unknown coming into their home, she gave into her motherly side after hearing about Stiles’ dad. She assured Derek it was fine and made her son promise to have him and his friend join them for dinner before working on their project.

Just before 7 o’clock, Derek could hear the tell-tale sound of crunching gravel and the grumble of a slightly too old engine approaching the house. Within a few minutes, a knock was ringing out and Derek was opening the door to see a still dripping, flushed Stiles - crooked grin widespread on his face.

“Hey, man! Sorry, it took so long, I tried to rush through a shower but Coach decided we didn’t suffer enough today and made us run suicides before leaving,” Stiles apologized, his fingers carding through his hair to try and push it into place and ring out some of the excess water. “He also had us do a ‘Bonding Excerisze’ and we had to compliment each other while doing suicides which… was harder than the suicides. Seriously, who has anything good to say about Jackson?”

Stiles grimaced and shook his head, stepping inside while he rambled. Derek couldn’t help but let his lips quirk up at the mention of Jackson. He was a piece of work, Derek couldn’t argue with that.

“It’s fine,” Derek assured, closing the door and leading Stiles inside, “And uh, I hope you don’t mind, but my mom said she wanted you to join us for dinner before we got to work.” Derek blushed ever so slightly at this, ducking his head. Stiles simply smiled and nodded his assent. “Yeah, dude, that sounds great! I can always eat.”

With that, the two boys went into the dining room, joining the rest of the Hale family as they bustled around. Derek put away his work for the time being, grabbing plates to set the table with Cora.

Soon, dinner was in full swing, Stiles seemingly melding into the chaos seamlessly. Cora and Laura had teased him about his shirt and memories of stunts in school, their dad had asked him about school and his classes, and their mom insisted on him having seconds - it was all easy and comfortable, Stiles’ laughter mixing with Derek’s family’s laughter and the conversation seemingly constant and easy going. Derek stayed mostly quiet, trying to remind himself not to lean in too close, or stare too long, forcing away his desires to just stare and gape and simmer in all that was Stiles.

Almost too soon, the activities ended, Talia - Derek’s mom - and Jonathan - Derek’s dad - were grabbing leftovers and clearing the table. “Oh, I can help with the dishes! It’s only fair since you cooked and dealt with me all night,” Stiles quickly offered, moving to stand and reach out to take the dishes from Talia, a small smile on his lips.

“You really don’t have to-” Derek quickly interjected, but Stiles waved him away.

“Nah, really, I don’t mind! I wasn’t raised by wolves, it’s the least I can do and my dad would kill me if he knew I didn’t lend a hand,” Stiles joked, moving to take the dishes to the sink. Everyone seemed to minutely freeze at his comment, eyes darting around, before awkwardly pressing forward.

However quick the pause was, it was still noticeable. An air of nerves and embarrassment came rolling off Stiles as he spluttered momentarily. “Oh, I uh, I didn’t mean- I’m sorry, that was rude- I was just-” Stiles stuttered out, a blush rising to his cheeks and down his neck.

Talia quickly waved it off, shaking her head. “No, no - you’re just being polite, sweetheart. And it’s appreciated. You can go ahead and rinse those off and just put them in the dishwasher,” she soothed him, smiling reassuringly. Derek couldn’t help but soften at the interaction, enjoying the compassion and love his alpha was showing Stiles. Talia’s hand gently cupped Stiles’ shoulder and Stiles’ smile seemed to be one of shock and appreciation, his eyes darting to the hand on his shoulder almost fondly.

It was almost too much for Derek. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end. And in Derek’s case, they came to a horrifyingly abrupt, painful end.

It was within a split second that the easy, playful conversation between his family and Stiles that everyone seemed to tense, senses on edge. Derek had been so wrapped up in the moment that he almost didn’t understand why the room was suddenly filled with a sense of dread, that is until he caught a whiff of his uncle. And then sight of him.

Peter Hale came barreling into the house through the back door, eyes shining gold, fangs out, claws out, and reeking of desperation and fear. Before Talia or anyone else could start to question him or harp him for coming into the house in such a state, his words were rushed out.

“It- It’s Luna, we can’t find her! We went for a run before coming back and-” Peter started, a frenzied look taking over his face. At this, everyone seemed to launch into motion.

“Where did you last see her?” Talia asked, abandoning the leftovers on the counter and already moving to step outside. Peter began explaining where they last were in the preserve before he lost sight of his daughter. Derek and the others were so caught up in the commotion and the dread of a pack member being in trouble that no one spared a second thought to Stiles who stood a bit shocked at the sink, unsure what to do.

Without another thought, Talia and Peter took off into the woods. Jonathan turned to his children, pausing for a moment before launching into directives. “Laura, go check the creek - if she fell in it could be why Peter had so much trouble finding her scent. Cora, check the end of the drive and the tree line, if Luna did get lost she would probably try to find her way out of the woods first. And Derek-” Jonathan paused, eyes bugging out slightly as he caught sight of Stiles, the gangly boy hesitantly stepping through the back door and peering at the gathered family.

“Derek, keep an eye on Stiles until your mother gets back,” Jonathan finished a bit wearily. The realization of what just hit all four of the Hales, all of their eyes snapping to Stiles instantly.

With nods and murmurs of acknowledgment, they all parted. Derek turned to Stiles, hesitant and unsure of what to say. His apprehension for the boy became 10x more intense, afraid of what the boy would say or do. To his surprise, Stiles was the first to speak - and it wasn’t at all what he thought he’d open with.

“Luna? Is that... Is that your uh, cousin or something? Should we help them?” Stiles asked hesitantly, his eyes darting around to look around the treeline, assessing the situation.

Derek looked at the boy in front of him a bit dumbly, unsure how to respond.

“Did anyone go to the cover near your driveway? I know your dad mentioned a creek, but I remember there being a couple of coves in the hill where your driveway is - there’s a small creek thing there. It would be the perfect place for someone to hide, or get swept up in,” he continued, nodding towards one end of the tree line.

All Derek could do was slowly nod, jerking his head to the side to lead Stiles to the exact place he was talking about.

In a bit of desperation to find his cousin mixed with a continuous thrum of anxiety about Stiles’ reaction, Derek darted off towards the rocky hillside with the covers. Stiles was barely keeping up, stumbling a bit as they ran over tree roots and fallen branches.

When they approached the beginning of the small creek feeding into the mouth of the first cover, Derek slowed, lifting his nose to scent the air. But it was so muddled. He could smell faint traces of all his pack members throughout the woods, he could smell the numerous scents of the animals that passed through the creek and had at one point made the coves their own home. He could smell Luna but it was so muddled and muted he couldn’t tell if it was new or fading.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but Derek put a hand up, hearing a whine and a sniffle. “Wait... I think I hear Luna,” Derek mumbled. The two boys inched closer to the cove, peering in, but they saw nothing. Derek slightly deflated, but then there was another whine, a broken cry.

Moving deeper into the carved-out cove of rock, Derek tried to hone in on the sound. The rush of water around his feet and the echoing of sounds in the space made it difficult, but he realized the sound was coming from a back corner of the space, hidden behind clusters of rocks. “Luna,” Derek tentatively called.

“Der… Derek,” came a quiet, pitiful response. Luna’s voice sounded tight, her voice thin and quiet as if she was physically unable to speak any louder without falling apart. Derek darted down, kneeling in front of a small opening at the base of two rocks that leaned against the side of the cover. The rocks seemed as if they had previously been a part of the top of the cover, having fallen and covered a small hollowed-out section in the back of the cove.

Derek tried to squeeze in, his arms getting caught and refusing movement past a foot. He groaned, determined to make himself collapse into the space to get to his cousin.

“Derek, let me,” Stiles soothed, pulling gently at the larger boy’s shoulder. Derek pulled back, eyeing Stiles wearily before nodding slowly, moving away to let him in. Stiles, in all his sharp-angled, narrow-shaped glory, slid himself into the opening, shimmying his legs and hips as he squirmed half on his left arm and with his hip as he disappeared out of sight.

Derek strained to listen, making sure they both weren’t stuck now.

“Hi, Luna. I’m Stiles. Are you stuck?” 

“...ye-yes. I was chasing a- A-” the small voice quivered, on the verge of breaking apart once more.

“Hey, hey. That’s not important now. Just tell me where you’re caught,” Stiles said softly. Derek leaned into the hole, wanting desperately to get closer, to help. His nerves were off the chart knowing not only Luna was in pain and stuck but that Stiles could also now be hurt and or stuck.

“My leg. I slipped on the water. There was another hole but when I slipped I got caught and the rock was too heavy to move and I couldn't-” Luna broke off once more, a sob spilling from her lips.

“We’ll get you out in no time!” Stiles assured gently.

Derek pressed into the opening, trying to catch sight of either Stiles or Luna, but only catching glimpses of Stiles' feet, still sideways as he laid on his side in the opening. He finally backed up, trying to allow Stiles room to move if needed, but kept his eyes as tuned in as possible to the two just a few feet away.

Several minutes passed, soft cries from Luna and the shifting of rock, and gentle reassurances from Stiles were the only sounds Derek could hear. Soon after the sliding and grinding of rock was heard, Derek watched Stiles wiggle his legs back out of the entrance. Derek grabbed at his leg, gently pulling it and helping guide him out.

When Stiles appeared again, he had a small girl wrapped around his torso tightly. Luna had his arms clung around the boy’s neck, her head tucked tightly under his chin, her one leg wrapped around Stiles’ hip and stomach while the other - still bloody and cut up from the rock - stuck out as straight as possible, following the line of Stiles’ body.

Stiles had one arm tightly wrapped around the girl, the other was pinned between his side and the ground, his hand tried to prop up Luna’s hurt leg while he used his elbow and forearm to push their bodies along the floor and out the hole. Stiles had attempted to make the two of them as small as possible, making the squeeze through the opening even harder than the first time. But he did it with a level of grace Derek had never seen the younger boy possess. And sure, Stiles came out with a few scrapes of his own along his arms, hands, and cheek, but it was still one of the most graceful actions Derek witnessed of anyone.

“Got her,” Stiles breathed as he shifted to his back just outside of the opening. Luna stayed clinging to Stiles and Stiles closed his eyes for a second as he heaved in a deep breath. “Oh god, let’s get back to your house, I’m freezing,” Stiles suddenly hissed, shifting up to a proper sitting position as quickly as he could. Both the boys seemed to just now realize that the water from the creek filled up the first few inches of the cove’s floor and Stiles was now properly soaked from crawling around on the ground.

Derek helped Stiles stand and tried to remove Luna, who whimpered pitifully and only tightened her grip on the gangly boy instead. Stiles gasped gently, casting a smile towards Derek that was both apologetic and bordering on a slight grimace. “For the sake of my ribs and lungs, I think we should let her stay where she is for now, dude.”

The trio made the trek back to the house. As they came into sight, Derek caught sight of Laura and Cora who immediately latched onto the three moving towards them, running up to inspect the scene.

“Oh thank god!” Laura exclaimed, her hands gently ghosting over Luna, eyes tracing over the girl as if to confirm it was indeed her there and not another lost child from the woods. “Get them inside,” Laura ushered, pushing Stiles and Luna towards the house, eyes staying on Derek as she spoke.

Once Derek got Stiles and Luna inside and closed the door, he heard Laura’s call into the woods, her howl was quiet and subdued, not one of warning or distress but instead one of calling. Cora had disappeared down the hall, presumably to look for towels.

“Thank you,” Derek quietly whispered, his hand coming up to cup the back of Stiles’ neck, meeting the other boy’s eyes. Derek hoped the other could understand the sincerity and openness he tried to convey in that one look. The deep appreciation. Stiles simply nodded, a shiver running down his spine as he offered an awkward half-smile.

The moment was quickly broken as the back door slammed open, the rest of the Hale family spilling in. Peter Hale and his wife - Gloria Hale - zeroed in on the wet, shaking mass in Stiles’ arms. Talia, Jonathan, and Laura lingered at the sides, taking in the scene.

“Luna!” Peter croaked, lurching forward. Luna looked up from Stiles’ neck, her wide eyes filled with tears and a small sob falling from her lips. She loosely detached herself from Stiles and allowed herself to be pulled into an embrace by her father.

The next few minutes were filled with consoling and half-asked questions. Peter and Gloria checked over their child, fretting over the blood and (healing) cuts on her leg. Talia moved forward only to cup the back of Luna’s neck and offer a gentle squeeze before moving back once more, the need to comfort the girl and ensure she was okay being filled by the small action enough.

It wasn’t until Peter and Gloria finished fretting over Luna and Cora had reemerged with towels that everyone turned their attention back to Stiles. The boy smiled at them all nervously, shivering as he tightened his grip on the towel.

“We need to have a... Talk, Stiles,” Talia started, gently guiding the boy into the living room. Derek trailed closely behind, immediately grabbing the first available blanket to wrap around Stiles’ shoulders as he took a seat on a couch. Stiles threw the dark-haired boy a grateful smile as he pulled the blanket around him snuggly.

“First, we want to thank you for helping find Luna. We cannot thank you enough or repay you for your kindness,” Talia began, exhaling afterward. “Second, I think you deserve an explanation of all that happened tonight.”

Everyone wordlessly glanced between one another. Derek was the only one to hold his gaze on Stiles. Not once had the boy seemed upset or fearful. He was confused when Peter first came in, anxious when they were trekking through the woods, but never upset or fearful. And Derek was hopeful that was a good sign.

“Us, my family, we’re…” Talia began, shifting a bit nervously. An introduction to the idea of werewolves never came out like this, it wasn’t shared in such a rushed fashion - even she, as alpha, was grappling a bit on how to best proceed.

“We’re werewolves,” Derek quietly finished once he realized his mother was a bit lost on how to direct the conversation. Talia snapped her eyes at him, a moment of surprise that her son spoke up, but nodded.

Stiles shifted beside Derek, a frown gracing his features as he looked up at Derek. A confused look crossed his eyes as he gently shook his head.

“Yea… I know,” Stiles spoke slowly. At this, the boy turned his gaze to look across the others spread across the living room. “I… have known. I thought you guys realized that? I thought that’s why my 'raised by wolves' comment was taken so badly - foot-in-mouth moment and all..?”

Everyone, once again, froze up. Clearly, no one was aware of Stiles’ in on this topic.

“You.. knew?” Derek asked weakly, his brows drawing in. Stiles simply nodded, shrugging.

“I mean, your wolves are kind of a part of you. It’s hard to ignore them wrapping around you,” Stiles shrugged as if that was obvious.

“Our wolves? What… What are you talking about?” Derek asked, his eyebrows drawing further in. Nothing the amber-eyed boy was saying made a lick of sense. Had he seen them all shifted before? But he said wrapped around… that’s… that’s not right.

Derek focused his gaze to look Stiles head-on, hoping to find some sort of answer. Instead, Derek saw Stiles’ eyes - his once warm, dark amber eyes - shining a bright silver-y color that ebbed at emeralds throughout. It was like a light in the dark, a spotlight that Derek was stuck in.

“What are you?” Talia asked cautiously, causing Stiles to snap his eyes towards her and offer an apologetic smile, the light from his eyes dimming and flickering out until the warm amber irises returned once more.

“Think of me as a messenger of the woods. I’m fae - connected to the earth,” Stiles explained. At this, Luna finally lifted her head, her mouth twitching into a small smile. “He moved the rock, daddy, he moved it just by touching it,” she offered, tugging gently at Peter’s shirt. Stiles smiled at her, offering a small nod.

“And you’ve known about us all this time?” Jonathan quipped, leaning forward in curiosity

At this, Stiles laughed. “I’m connected to you - all of you. I can feel all of the supernatural here. I thought you guys knew,” Stiles nodded, “it’s why I thought you avoided me.” The last part was murmured quietly, directed at Derek.

At this Derek blushed, ducking his head down low. “Uh, no… no that’s not why,” he muttered.

“Ah, well, we should give you two some time to talk. And I’ll go find you both some new clothes, you both look like you went for an evening swim,” Talia huffed, quickly ushering the others out of the room with her. She could sense the need for a deep talk and she for one did not want to be a part of that awkward engagement (she knew her son well enough to know it would be painful to some degree).

As the others cleared out, Derek grabbed Stilles’ hand, directing him to the porch. Hopefully, his family couldn’t hear everything they said (or they would at least pretend to not hear it, he hoped).

Before Derek could begin to (painfully) explain why he had been avoiding Stiles, the other boy rushed out, “I’m sorry.” At this, Derek quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I thought you knew and I thought you were weirded out because of, uh… of the connection. But now I realize you were uncomfortable because you could just sense my uh... Attraction, to you, and since you don’t know me, that was probably really weird and-”

“Stiles… Stiles, wait - no, that’s not it,” Derek interrupted, shaking his head. “Wait, connection?” he backtracked, squinting at the other.

Stiles blushed, ducking his head. “Yea, I’m fae. And us - fae - we have these things called kindred spirits. Which, yea, I know, is a saying or whatever, but it came from us, ya know? And… essentially, it means that we recognize a part of ourselves in another. It’s not like… a soulmate thing - I mean, it could be! But it essentially is just when two people share a part of their souls - a part of themselves. It attracts us to specific people and it can… develop into different things,” Stiles licked his lips, chancing a glance at Derek before continuing. “I noticed a kindred spirit in you, and I really wanted to get that connection, ya know? To see how we- if we could fit together. But god, dude, you’re like… a greek god, Jesus Christ, you don’t even seem real. How could I not be attracted to you? And you had a kindred spirit? It was just-” Stiles exhaled.

“I’m sorry,” he said, again, quietly.

Derek slowly broke out into a grin, shaking his head. “No, don’t be. I uh, I was actually avoiding you for… similar reasons,” Derek offered. Stiles snapped his eyes up, gaping at the other boy.

“I avoided you because your scent… it was so intense. And every time I knew you were near, I had trouble controlling myself. You smell… you smell like home. Like comfort and happiness. I just wanted to wrap myself around you but we didn’t know each other so…” Derek elaborated, trailing off. He didn’t know how else to describe it, but if Stiles could bare himself so easily to Derek then it was only fair Derek offered him the same. Or, as much the same as he could muster.

At this, Stiles grinned. His hand snaked out from his bundle of towel and blanket, lacing his fingers between Derek’s. “You felt the spirit,” he murmured, “it would have felt different for you and… and you felt it.”

“Yea, I did,” Derek agreed, leaning closer to the boy.

They both sat there, staring at one another, letting silence wrap around them. The silence was comfortable, a statement of their understanding of one another and the moment they were sharing. It was oddly intense but also relaxing - a feeling Derek had never experienced.

“Can I…” Derek asked, raising a hand to Stiles’ cheek, leaning in ever so slightly more. This only got him a wide, cheeky grin. Stiles leaned in, tilting his head ever so slightly, and met Derek halfway, their lips melding together.

Derek caressed Stiles’ cheek, his other hand moving to rest between where the other boy’s hips and thigh met. Stiles allowed his hands to reach out and pull Derek closer, one hand gripping his bicep with the other curled around the side of Derek’s neck.

As the kiss deepened, lips working in tandem, tongues taking turns to trace the other’s tips, a jolt ran through each boy. Stiles felt a hum resonate throughout his body while Derek felt an overdrive in his sense. He could suddenly only smell Stiles, and everywhere the boy touched him felt numbingly hot, his heartbeat was suddenly a tempo in the back of Derek’s mind.

Once they parted, foreheads lent against each other, the hum in Stiles’ veins quieted and Derek’s haze of sensory overload dulled.

Stiles opened his eyes, an easy grin spreading across his face. “We fit together,” he mumbled, a lilt to his voice that showed just how excited he was.

“Yea, I know,” Derek responded, an easy smile making its way onto his lips as he leaned forward again, chasing another kiss from the boy in front of him.

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Welcome to my Writing Bingo Masterlist. If you would like to request a square be filled, send me an ask with the character of your choice, along with the trope, AU, song, kink, or quote. You may combine two squares from the same/a different bingo as long as they aren’t apart of the same category. Marvel and The Sandman characters are preferred, but I will consider other characters on a case by case basis.

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Last Updated: July 4th, 2022

Taylor Swift Bingo

B: Motorcycle, epiphany (song), Red, (song), “This is why we can’t have nice things!”, Run (song)

I: Long Live (song), “I forgot that you existed.”, hoax (song), You’re not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?, Midnight, you come and pick me up no headlights

N: Standing in your cardigan, kissing in my car again, Your heart was glass, I dropped it, “I’ve loved you for three summers, but I want them all.”, Cold as You (song), no body, no crime (feat. HAIM) (song)

G: King of My Heart (song), The Woods, Mansion, I knew it from the first Old Fashioned we were cursed, “Make sure nobody sees you leave.”

O: Fearless (song), Afterglow (song), You’ve got demons and darling they all look like me, First house together, I made you my temple, my mural, my sky, now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Bad Things Happen Bingo

B: Pinned to the Wall, Facing Their Phobia, Slowly Running Out of Air, Dehydration, Deathbed Confession

I: Bleeding Out, Misunderstanding, Coughing Up Blood, “I’m fine.”, Bruises

N: Forgetting to Eat, Sleep Deprivation, Tortured for Information, Forced to Beg, Over-the-shoulder Carry

G: Caught in an Explosion, Loneliness, Blackmail, You Said You Would Let Them Go, Grief/Mourning

O: Mistaken Identity, Can’t Go Home, Wiping the Other’s Tears Away, Dissociation, Stumbling and Staggering

Multifandom Bingo

B: Detective AU, Wound(s), Stitches, Blind Date, Flirty

I: Sunrise/Sunset, Apologizes, College AU, Picnic, Anxiety

N: Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Free Space, It’s Complicated, Oblivious

G: Age Difference, Bruises, Only One Bed, Domestic. Star Watching/Gazing

O: Soulmate AU, Roommate AU, Idiots in Love, Coffee Shop, Yelling

July Break Bingo - 2022

B: Kink: Multiple Orgasms, Sleep Walking or Night Terrors, Muteness/Sign Language/Hoarse or lost voice from screaming, Jock/Nerd or Parent/Teacher, Gift Giving or Hugging

I: Hopelessly in Love or Manipulative Relationship, “Someone will come.”, “If I wanted help, I would have asked for it.”, Just in the nick of time/Saving the Day/Walking into a trap, “If you’re here to warn me about what happened last night, better luck next time. I already know.”

N: Lab Rat or Hostage Situation, Caning or Broken Nose, Free Space, Drug Use or Getting Drunk, “They won’t even recognize you when I’m done.”

G: “I feel like I’m invisible. Sometimes it’s like you can’t even see me.”, “It’s midnight, what do you want?”, “Are you still awake?”, Apologizing/Forgiveness/Rejecting an Apology/Pleading, “They don’t need me anymore, but I need them.”

O: “Keep sweet-talking and this is going to go a whole different direction.”, Terminal Illness/Hospitals/Stitches/Seizures/Wearing a Cast, “Falling through Ice or Bleeding Out, “This isn’t news. Don’t pretend like you didn’t know.”, “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

Alternates: Feeling like a fraud and/or doubting themselves, Being caught off guard by a somewhat casual question, Failing to tame the beast, Holding down someone else turns sexual, They leave me and I love them more

How Bad Can It Be? Bingo

1. How did that limb get there? 2. Historically Incorrect 3. Overly detailed descriptions (hair, clothing, place, etc.) 4. Improbable accident leads to characters needing to get naked 5. OOC to the max 6. Accidentally falling into a compromising position 7. Americanisms in British dialogue or vice versa 8. Overuse of metaphors 9. Cliche Galore

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Father Martin Archimbaud

Father Martin was raised in a conservative Christian household by a loving family. Martin's parents loved their son dearly, but they were unprepared to deal with Martin's questions, and later his mental illness.

As a child, he was obsessed with the concept of 'God's God'. He believed firmly that God could not have appeared from nothing, could not have created Himself, and so another, more powerful deity must have been responsible for God's creation. He relentlessly questioned his parents, his priests, his teachers, even any schoolchildren who would listen for any theories regarding "God's God", and where they might be. He briefly held a job at his local church as a secretary, but as the years went on obsession became a delusional disorder, he was let go for insisting that God was not the True God, and his parents simply could not cope. He began to proclaim that he had found a higher calling, that he was a disciple of God's God and it was his sworn duty to find Them and proclaim Their True gospel to the world. Sadly, his delusional disorder had made it so he could not function in society, and his parents had little choice but to have him committed to the relatively nearby Mount Massive Asylum.

Martin spent his late teens and twenties at Mount Massive, but under the watchful eye of Dr. Neil Wolfram, and with the help of his fingerpainting art therapy, he made great strides towards recovery. Despite a considerable setback in the form of his parents' tragic death in a mall shooting and Martin's insistance that if he found God's God they could be reborn, Martin progressed toward recovery so well that Dr. Wolfram was hopeful he would make a complete recovery, a rare occurrence indeed in the realm of asylum work.

Shortly thereafter, however, Murkoff Group took over operations at the asylum and "alternative therapies" were cut to "reduce costs". Without his finger paint Martin quickly fell back to his delusions of a higher calling. Under Murkoff Group's ownership, several outdated practices were put back in place, and any who vocalized their discontent "volunteered" for the Walrider Program, where former asylum staff quickly became patients.

As a result, conditions at the facility declined rapidly. Any who worked there kept their head down to earn their paycheck, or heard of the brutality happening within and applied for a safe space to perform their own experiments, such as Dr. Trager. Staff abused patients, malnourishment, disease, suicide, and patient outbursts from uncontrolled mental illness meant many deaths and horrors no person should be forced to see. All this to say nothing of the fact that every patient was subjected to hypnotherapy and exposed to the video in order to test Dr. Wernicke's theory about horror allowing a person to see the Walrider.

And then...the Walrider broke free.

Having suffered at the hands of Murkoff and witnessed even more suffering firsthand, when the Walrider roamed the asylum tearingapart any in its path, Martin could see it. He could see his God. The True God.

In the aftermath of the destruction, Martin found evidence of his God's power and discovered what needed to be done to pass the Truth on to others, and he ascended to his role as priest to the Gospel of the Walrider. He stole the clothes from one of the actual priest who had sadly perished in the Walrider's rise to power, fashioned himself a cross, and wrote his own bible. He called it the Gospel of Sand, and managed to convert a few of the other patients to his religion through violent acts of witness.

Martin is not a fighter, nor is he cruel by nature. He was raised to treat all with kindness, to plant seeds of change rather than try to force it. In service of God's God, his God the Walrider, however, he will do anything.

While wandering the asylum, he found the body of Neil Wolfram, who was also religious. He stole the crucifix from his body as a memento of the dear man who tried so lovingly to convert him. False though Dr. Wolfram's beliefs may have been, he was a true believer in his false cause, and Martin could never find the heart to fault him for such purity of conviction.

He still finger paints as Dr. Wolfram taught him. Now, however, his paintings are not mindless scribbles, but writings in blood to help guide his apostle Miles to the True Path so that he too may give his body in service of the One True God.

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