#I drew it during class and my teacher yelled at me

[afterartist]

8 years of improvement and I’m still drawing cringe bone men 😔🙏🙏

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Hey could you do fluff fic for David 'Deacon' Kay x wife reader where they spend their day together after hectic week? She's school teacher. Tag me later. Thanks!!

Of course! This was a fun one; thanks for the great request!! Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!🤍 @pear-1206

Hectic Relief

Warnings: reader is an elementary teacher (I didn't specify which grade, just implied younger kids), hectic week, lots of fluffy comfort, kissing.

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

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Picture from Pinterest (it goes with the end [and makes me smile😊])

“Yes, Drew?” you ask, smiling at the young boy as he lowers his hand.

“When is Sergeant Kay visiting again?” he inquires.

“Hmm… Well, he’s really busy this week, but I’ll ask him to come back soon.”

Drew nods with a bright smile. He loves your husband, Deacon, and asks about him often. Since Deacon came in for career day, Drew and several other students have become big fans of his.

“Can he come Friday?” Drew continues.

“Why Friday?”

“It’s my birthday!”

“Oh, I see. I’ll ask him, but remember what Sergeant Kay said last time? He’s really busy at work, so he may not be able to.”

“Can’t you make him?” someone else asks. “My mom makes my dad do stuff all the time.”

You chuckle at the implication that wives have control over their husbands before gesturing for everyone to pipe down.

“I’ll see what I can do, Drew,” you promise. “But either way, I’ll make sure you have a good birthday at school.”

Drew nods, and you think the day will be easier with the idea of Deacon coming in soon. It only takes an hour for that hope to be crushed, as the week takes a turn for the worse.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon sighs. It’s only Tuesday morning, and his week is already feeling long. He hasn’t seen you since Sunday night. Yesterday, a call ran long, and you were asleep before he came in. You moved closer to him in your sleep, but he had to leave before you woke up.

“Everyone ready for another night of overtime?” Rocker cheers before pretending to cry.

“I vote we just let the criminals take each other out this time,” someone mumbles.

“If my wife wasn’t working in this city, I’d agree,” Deacon says, surprising everyone.

✯✯✯✯✯

During your free hour, while your class is with another teacher, you drop your head to your desk and take a deep breath. The kids are restless, you’re tired, and each day this week seems longer than the last. You send Deacon a quick text to let him know you’re thinking of him and love him before turning your attention to the stack of papers on your desk.

Across town, Deacon is sitting in Black Betty, wondering when he’ll hear your voice again. It feels like the longest week of his life, and each passing minute makes him miss you more. His phone buzzes, and he smiles for the first time in hours as he reads your short message. Luca slams on the brakes and yells for backup before Deacon can answer, but he knows you understand. Even if it’s unfair to you and hard on him.

✯✯✯✯✯

By Friday morning, you feel part zombie, part teacher. The small gift you got for Drew and the card you signed from you and Deacon are sitting by your bag. You hope it’s enough to cheer Drew up even without Deacon stopping by to see his favorite of your students.

“Happy birthday, Drew,” you tell him when he enters the classroom. “This is from me and Sergeant Kay. He said to wish you a happy birthday and that he’ll come visit as soon as he can.”

It’s a lie; you haven’t even talked to Deacon in days, but you know he would be here if he could. He loves the kids and would do anything to help you out.

Drew’s smile falls just enough that you notice. He thanks you, anyway, even though he’s clearly disappointed his favorite SWAT sergeant won’t be dropping by today.

“Alright, class. Who’s ready for Fun Friday?” you ask, smiling as you pray for a nice day.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon clenches his jaw as he slams back against a brick wall.

“30-David, shots fired on the 4 side,” he radios.

“Copy. Shooter on the 1 side,” Street replies.

“We’re going to be here for a while, aren’t we?” Deacon asks.

Hondo nods beside him, and Deacon prepares for another day of missing you.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Drew, buddy, I know it’s your birthday, but we need to finish this lesson before recess. Let’s sit down and focus, then we can play,” you say, struggling to stay calm.

Drew huffs and falls back in his seat. When you see tears gathering in his eyes, you feel like you’re right behind him. It’s only 9 a.m., and it is the perfect, overly hectic, and stressful end to the longest week of your career as a teacher.

“I promise we’ll do something fun this afternoon, but it’s still school.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon answers the phone, suppressing a stressed yell when Hicks tells 20-David to meet 50-squad on the other side of the county to aid with a hostage situation. He leans his head against Black Betty, wondering if they’d really notice if he took the rest of the day off.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he sends you a quick text, surprised when you answer almost immediately. He doesn’t know if he’ll be home tonight, and his heart breaks at your disappointed reply, even though you try to cover it as a caring and understanding message.

Deacon knows that being a cop’s wife is just as hard as being a cop, and he wants to find a way to make it easier on you.

“Guys, I need a favor,” he calls as he puts his phone away. “I need to be home for dinner. I haven’t heard my wife’s voice in almost 5 days, and if I don’t hear it today, you’re all going to know about it.”

Luca chuckles as Street’s eyes widen. “Yes, sir,” they all say together.

“She’s braver than any of us,” Hondo muses teasingly.

“Better looking, too,” Deacon replies.

✯✯✯✯✯

The final bell rings and your shoulders slump as you say goodbye to each passing student.

“Thank you,” Drew says quietly.

“You’re welcome, Drew. I’ll make sure Sergeant Kay visits soon, okay?”

He nods. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay, Drew, thank you. Have a good rest of your birthday and enjoy your party tomorrow, bud.”

Drew smiles as he nods excitedly before rushing out. The stack of papers on your desk has dwindled slowly, and you carelessly push it into your bag, unwilling to stay in your classroom for a minute longer than you have to.

Sighing in relief as you start your car, you hope to see Deacon tonight, even if only long enough to kiss him and hear him say goodnight.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Told you we’d do it,” Hondo says, clapping Deacon’s back, “now please go home. Your desperation is wearing off on us.”

Deacon would reply if he had more energy or if Hondo was wrong. He has no shame in admitting that he misses you and needs your comfort after such a hectic week with seemingly pointless chases around Los Angeles County.

He’s back to the station and on his way home to you before Luca notices he left.

✯✯✯✯✯

When Deacon steps into the house, he immediately feels lighter and happier. You look up from a paper and smile, setting it aside. Beginning to stand, Deacon moves faster than you and practically falls on top of you, pinning you to the couch with a tight hug.

You move one arm across his shoulders as he buries his face between your neck and shoulder. Running your fingers through Deacon’s hair, you relax in his embrace, and the week away seems worth the wait.

“I missed you,” you tell him, scratching his scalp.

“Missed you more,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on you.

“We should order dinner then, right?”

Deacon nods, and you smile as you pull his phone out, typing in your birthday to unlock it. Once the food is ordered, you move your hands to Deacon’s tense back muscles.

“Seems like your week was as long as mine,” you muse, gently kneading a knot in his lat muscle.

He groans before sitting up, pulling himself close to you. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, kissing his cheek quickly before asking, “How are you?”

Deacon catches your chin, pulling you in for a real kiss as he replies, “Better now.”

Once your dinner is delivered, you sit with your thigh pressed against Deacon’s as he tells you about the string of robberies and hostage situations spanning the county this week. He’s more interested in hearing about your week, so he doesn’t go into much detail before asking about you.

“Well, today was Drew’s birthday and he was pretty grumpy,” you tell Deacon, moving your legs across his lap.

“Not Drew, he’s my favorite!” Deacon exclaims.

“I think he was upset that you couldn’t come to class on his big day,” you excuse, running a finger along Deacon’s cheekbone and down his jaw as you add, “and he was tired, like someone else I know.”

Deacon nods, leaning against you.

“We should go to bed,” you whisper.

Deacon shakes his head, making himself comfortable beside you, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you close.

“If we go get ready and get in the bed, we can cuddle easier,” you bribe.

Deacon’s eyes open as he asks, “Promise?”

Chuckling, you link your pinky with Deacon’s and promise. He holds you to it, pulling you into his arms when you’re changed and ready to relax. He hugs you tightly, refusing to let go even though you don’t try to fight him. 

As you fall asleep in Deacon’s arms, you whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Deacon replies, entering into the best sleep all week.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you wake up, Deacon has moved you closer to him in your sleep. It’s as if he thought he’d wake up and you’d be gone. Brushing your finger over his facial features, you wish you could admire him all day, but you need to get up and get a glass of water.

As you try to move out of his grip, it tightens. You finally give up and decide to wake him up.

“Deac, baby, I need to get up,” you say gently.

“It’s been a week, you can’t leave,” he mumbles.

“I just need to get some water, handsome.”

Deacon seems to debate his options before unhooking his arms and saying, “Two minutes or I’m coming to find you.”

“I have no doubt.”

You return in less than two minutes, but when you offer to make breakfast and bring it back, Deacon rolls out of bed and sleepily follows you to the kitchen. Standing behind you, he keeps his arms around your waist as he helps you prepare breakfast, trailing kisses up your neck each time you turn your head.

“I’m glad we’re both home now,” you tell him, turning in his arms to kiss him.

“Me too,” he replies, pulling you in for another kiss.

✯✯✯✯✯

It takes hours, but you finally convince Deacon to talk about himself and his week at work. As you direct him to the patio, you find yourself in his lap, enjoying the sun after a week inside with your rambunctious class.

“You’re too good for me,” Deacon says, interrupting his story.

“You’re too good for me,” you repeat.

Deacon smiles at the challenging look on your face, aware that you will win any argument he tries to make. This conversation is practiced, and he knows how it ends: an agreement that you are soulmates, completing each other and perfect for one another.

“I think we need a vacation,” you tell him.

“Or a second honeymoon,” he suggests, kissing your jaw.

“But you have to come visit my class first or I’ll have a riot on my hands.”

“Technically, you’d have a better chance of getting me there for riot control.”

You laugh, leaning against Deacon’s chest as you kiss the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll see if I can make some time this week. For you and the kids.”

The sun dips below the hills, and you wonder where the day went, though you know time spent with Deacon always goes too fast.

“Same thing tomorrow?” you ask, pulling your legs up as Deacon nudges you to shift.

Lifting one of your legs so you’re sitting in his lap, your face just above his, Deacon smiles and answers, “Anything with you.”

You tilt your chin down, brushing your lips across Deacon’s. He sighs, raising his hands so one is on your waist and the other behind your neck. Settling on his thighs, you lean against Deacon’s chest as you kiss him, letting his love and comfort calm you from the inside out.

“I love you,” you say against his lips.

“Love you more.”

You push your hands against his chest, taking a deep breath before arguing, “Impossible.”

Deacon tilts his head, a bright smile making his eyes look deeper and darker than usual. He’s irresistible, and as you kiss him again, he promises himself not to let work get in the way like that again.

Pulling back, you suggest, “You should bring your whole squad next time, the kids would love it.”

“If we can spare the time.”

“'If'? You can't do it, not even for me?” you ask with a pout. “Your wife?”

Deacon nods, telling you he’ll find a way.

“It’s that easy,” you whisper, kissing his nose.

“Because you cheat,” Deacon accuses.

“Because you love me.”

Deacon can’t argue, so he pulls you down for a slower kiss, happy to spend another slow, lazy night in your arms before doing it all again tomorrow.

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Don’t Go Baking My Heart - Part 2

Summary:  After a breakup, you decide to pack up your life and move to Westview. A  coworker recommends you join the local community's cooking class in  order to settle into the new town. It sounded like a great idea, you  could learn a new skill (that you desperately need) and meet new people.  However, nothing could have prepared you for the green-eyed beauty you  met during class. Maybe you'll end up leaving the class with more than  just a basic understanding of cooking.

A/N: This is my first time ever writing and I couldn’t have ever imagined that so many people would enjoy. I do have plans of continuing this as a series, I just ask that you remain patient as I get into the wing of things.  Thank you all for the support!!!!!

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Part 3

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Throughout the class, you felt very conflicted.

You have to admit that Wanda was a great teacher. You could practically feel her passion for cooking in the way her eyes shined as she explained each step. Even throwing personal stories from her past of cooking with her family and trying to teach her brother how to not start a fire the moment he entered the kitchen. These stories pulled laughter from everyone in the room, and the awkward air from your introduction was soon forgotten. Her enthusiasm for the craft was contagious and it spread to everyone. She was like a motivational speaker, with the ability to make anyone believe that they could cook a delicious meal, no matter their skill level. You had faith that you would actually be able to make something edible, even with Yelena as your sous chef.

After explaining each step, it was time to put what you learned into action. Wanda began walking around slowly, from station to station checking on everyone’s progress and providing assistance if needed. You aren’t too sure what drew her over to your station much quicker than the others but it may have been the “small” argument you got into with Yelena. Well…if small would include a slight yelling match followed by Yelena swinging a knife at you.

In your defense, you were only trying to help her follow the recipe exactly as Wanda had taught. You quickly learned that Yelena was more of the “screw what anyone tells me, I’ll do what feels right” type of person. While you admired type kind of attitude in other aspects of life, you wanted to impress Wanda during your first class. You tried to be nice about it and tell her what she was doing wrong. But all intentions of keeping the peace went out the window when the phrases “Why would I trust anything you say, you need the help more than I do” and  “I’m surprised you were even paying attention by how much you were drooling over Wanda”, left her mouth while Wanda was only at the station to the left of you. It became every man for himself and had Wanda not stepped in you were sure that you would have lost a finger or two.

Wanda decided it would be best to stand between the two of you until Yelena was no longer muttering angrily in Russian. Looking at what was completed so far, she thought it’d be best if she provided some assistance to salvage the dish (but using much nicer terms). Being in the middle also meant that Wanda had to reach between you and Yelena to grab the items she needed. She made casual conversation while she explained the steps again but every time you slightly felt her hand or body lean against you to grab something, you malfunctioned.

A Very Unfortunate Example :

After the incident earlier, Yelena has been banned from using knives without supervision. So when you volunteered to cut up the potatoes, Yelena decided to join as well, making a competition out of it.

“Okay, you need to dice the potatoes more, they’re a little too bulky,” Wanda says while holding your freshly cut potatoes in her hand.

“Ha, what an amateur” You hear a voice loudly say on the other side of Wanda. “What I said was true Y/n, you have no business commanding me around in the kitchen”.

“I wasn’t commanding, I was just-“ you started.

“Hey, when you’re making smaller cuts don’t hold the knife like that” Wanda interrupted, pulling your attention back to her. “Here, let me show you”

Wanda moves even closer to you and grabs your hand.

You felt a spark.  And then it happened.

It felt like your hand had disconnected from your body. As if this one touch had transformed it into a being with a mind of its own. Filled with infinite fantasies of you holding Wanda’s hand as you’re coming back from a date or holding her close at night as sleep welcomes your bodies. The rest of your body could only feel jealous at the lack of contact.

“Now it’s more stable and easier to cut. Do you feel the difference?”

You’re too far gone to even remember what she did with your hand or even notice the difference between the cuts. You just respond, with a slow nod.

(* What you didn’t know was that this interaction had also caught the attention of a certain Russian you had crossed. One who saw you for what you truly were, a walking gay disaster whenever Wanda’s around. And saw this opportunity as the best time to enact her revenge. She glances at you with a smirk *)

Your lack of a verbal response turns out to be the wrong one as her head quickly turns to you, eyes firm believing that you are simply ignoring her. She raises an eyebrow, facial expression practically demanding verbal confirmation that she has your attention.

“Uh y-yes,” you stutter out. “This really helped me a lot, Wanda”.

You quickly averted your eyes and grabbed another potato, getting straight to work.

You’d like to believe that she was too distracted with Yelena to notice that you had reverted to your old way of cutting.

—

You were seriously starting to regret every choice you’ve made that ended you on Yelena’s bad side for today. She suddenly decided that she needed every ingredient and tool that was nearest to your side. Even ones that didn’t make sense for this recipe like a spatula and cheese grater. You were getting suspicious that she was plotting new ways to murder you. That is until she specifically requested that Wanda be the only one to touch and hand them to her.

You had caught on to what she was doing but that couldn't save you from falling victim to her trap.

Here’s how the routine went until the dish was ready to be put into the oven: Yelena would say she needed something to add personality to the dish. Wanda would look at you softly as if asking for permission to move into your space with her eyes. You, internally thinking, she never has to ask to invade your space before blushing about the true implications of your words. The feeling of Wanda’s body brushing against yours snapped you out of whatever fantasy you were in. The further the item was the more she has to lean into you, causing you to stiffen unintentionally. You silently pray that she didn’t notice and things won’t be awkward after she pulls away. Yelena, watching the entire interaction, holds in her laughter as Wanda grabs and hands the item to her.

Wanda and Yelena had started a lively conversation, with you joining in and joking around. Whenever Yelena felt like you were having too much fun, she’d meet your eyes with a devious smile. This was the only warning you’d get, but no matter how much you tried to prepare for what comes next you were still…a disaster. The most embarrassing part was that you could never continue the conversation like normal whenever the routine had started and Yelena loved every moment of it. You could only hold your breath, hoping that this would wrap up just a little bit faster, before you could embarrass yourself even more.

It seems that some higher power decided to take pity on you. Wanda had gone back to her position in the front of the room, while the dishes were being baked. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, class practically over as you were waiting around for the oven timer. Yelena is droning on about something besides you, but only one person managed to capture your attention. Your eyes couldn’t help but watch Wanda, something about her draws you in.

You see her look down, the sudden buzzing in her pocket taking her by surprise. She pulls out her phone, and her eyes instantly widen as she reads the notifications that are quickly flooding her phone. Her hands start to slightly shake, as she anxiously reads the screen. She looks up quickly, glancing around the room hoping that her class would be too distracted to notice her sudden shift in mood. Her eyes shift from each side of the room, and when they reached your area you knew you had been caught.

The moment those green eyes locked on yours, you knew you were trapped - too afraid of what would happen the moment you looked away. It felt like time froze around you both, the longer you maintained eye contact. You felt like you were caught in an intense staring game, where blinking meant severing whatever connection you were sharing with the woman at this moment. Getting over the initial panic you felt in the beginning, you decided to get a good view of her face. Instantly, you could tell that whatever was going on, was a lot deeper than you had originally suspected moments ago. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, the sorrow in her expression feeling palpable. She no longer looked like the woman you had met earlier, exhaustion flooding her features. She looked weak and so close to falling apart. There’s nothing you wanted more than to erase that expression from her face, but you understood your role in her life. You were nothing but a stranger and in any other circumstance, you’re sure this side of her would have never been revealed to you. This wasn’t just a one-off instance of one text being her breaking point. You had a feeling she’s been putting up a strong front for a while now, and it was working well in the presence of others…until this moment.

So you did the only thing you could do. You offered a reassuring smile and hoped that your eyes communicated a sense of comfort. The same comfort she provided you when your mind threatened to trap you in your negative thoughts. The comfort has motivated you to keep going despite feeling overwhelmed with your new environment. The comfort that lets you know that you aren’t alone even in the face of a stranger. If she had the power to convey these feelings to you with just one look, you hoped to have even a third of that, as you stare back into hers. Your eyes are strong with conviction, and for a moment it seems to have worked. Wanda slightly softens, before a loud ringing snaps you both back to reality. The chicken pot pies were done, which officially signified the end of class.

As everyone’s attention turned towards the ovens in the back of the room, no one noticed Wanda had slipped out of the door. Well everyone except you, but you couldn’t dwell on it too long before Yelena began dragging you to the back. After the initial excitement of seeing the finished dishes had died down, everyone began packing up to leave. Wanda had since returned, face completely devoid of any emotion that would hint at her previous state of mind.

“Okay everyone,” Wanda says, effectively silencing all of the chatter in the room. “I’d like to thank you all for showing up, I know it’s been a while, but these classes wouldn’t exist without your support”. She smiles again, but it doesn’t hold the same feeling as it once had. Especially knowing the truth of what was hidden behind it. “You’re all free to go and I hope to see you soon”

And with that everyone began flooding out of the room.

___

Walking out of the building, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with your day. This was the most social interaction you’ve had since moving here. Despite the moments of embarrassment in the beginning, you felt that by the end you were a lot more comfortable. Maybe the decision of moving here, despite being impulsive, was the right choice.

You said your goodbyes to Yelena before walking to your car. You couldn’t help but stare in awe as the sun began to set. The sky has never looked so large, it seemed endless. Small clouds littered the sky, yet the main attraction was the sun. The bright rays practically painted the sky orange. You’ve never seen such a beautiful view, being born and raised in the city. You never thought small towns had much to offer but at this moment, you were proven wrong.

You don’t remember how long you were standing there, so the sudden sound of a voice caused you to jump in surprise. You place your hand over your chest, heart beating fast, before turning your body to the source of the sound. A small laugh fills the air.

“I didn’t mean to scare you” Wanda’s grinning face welcomes you.

“You didn’t” you replied cooly, as if you weren’t about to have a heart attack a moment ago. “I was just admiring the view,” you say before turning your body toward the sunset again. “I’ve never seen anything like it”

“It’s easy to take for granted” Wanda sighs, turning her body as well.

“Wanda” you call out, contemplating whether you should bring up the moment you shared during class. “I know that you don’t know me well but…  I just want you to know…” you get out, not quite sure how to form your sentence, but hoping it sounds sincere. You’re both still facing the sunset, and you hope it stays that way, knowing there’s no way you’d be able to continue if she looked your way.

“You’ve helped me a lot today, more than you’d ever think. I haven’t met many people here outside of Yelena” You take a deep breath before you continue. “I just wanted to thank you again. Maybe I could treat you to coffee sometime. I’d just like to get to know you better outside of these classes” you rush out, voice slightly wavering towards the end.

Silence fills the air.

You closed your eyes and sighed, ready to take this as a sign of rejection.

Until you felt a sudden presence in front of you and soft hands grabbing yours.

“Y/n” Wanda calls out gently. “Open your eyes for me, please”.

Lulled by her voice, you open them and are immediately greeted with the smile you’d grown fond of. It didn’t look like the facade she had while dismissing her class. This was a real smile, with her eyes matching the tenderness she wanted to convey.

“I’d like to know you better as well” She squeezes your hands before bringing them up between you and leaning in closer. “And if you’re serious about this, then that means you have to stop thanking me so much” she jokes, lips curling back into a smile but her eyes never leaving yours.

“You have a deal, then” you grin back, before giving her hands a squeeze. “Can I get your number, so we can plan a day to meet up?” “Hmmm...” she says, tilting her head as if she was actually thinking about her decision. Your lips couldn’t help but form into a pout. This seems to speed up her decision, as she instantly begins reciting her number. You tried to hide your smirk as you saved her number, but by the groan and push to your arm, you knew she had seen everything.

After exchanging numbers, you decided to walk Wanda back to her car, like the gentlewoman you were. You opened the car door for her, and the conversation between you continued even as she sat down in her seat. Before you could bid your goodbyes, a loud ringing permeates the air. Wanda glances at the contact quickly before answering. You turned around, walking a few steps away to give her more privacy. You tried your best to tune out the conversation happening behind you, opting to hum your favorite song quietly to yourself. A heavy sigh cuts your mini concert short, and by the tone, you could tell something was wrong. Turning back to Wanda, you see her leaning forwards, with her elbows against her thighs and her hands covering her face,

Deciding to take a leap of faith, you walk closer to her, before crouching down. Both of Wanda’s legs were still hanging outside of the car, so you gently grasped her wrists before slowly moving up to her hands. When she didn’t stiffen or pull away, you took it as a sign to continue. Lacing your fingers with her own, you cradled her hands, before deciding to speak.

“Can I hug you, Wanda?” you asked, keeping your voice low. You felt her freeze and your hands suddenly became warm and wet. Hiccups began escaping her body. Believing that you were making things worse, you start to pull away, but before you could get too far her body crashes against you.

You don’t know how long you spent just holding her, but as the sobs wracked her body you promised to never let go. You knew that words were obsolete at this moment. There was nothing you could say to Wanda that would magically make the tears stop falling down her face. You could only hold her until her body stops shaking. You wrapped your arms around her tighter until you were practically supporting her weight with your body. She turns her head into your neck, breathing in your scent. It is at this moment, that she truly understands that she’s not alone. Even though the tears have since dried on her face and she was a lot calmer than before you didn’t move a muscle. You wanted her to be the one that pulls away first, you’d gladly keep her in your arms until she decided she was ready to go.

There weren’t any other words spoken between you two that night. When Wanda finally pulled away, your eyes connected. She pulled her hands up to hold your face, only communicating with glances. As you went to pull your hands back from where they had sat in her lap, she flinched. You brought your hands to her face, cupping her cheeks before leaning your forehead against hers. You both took a deep breath, each absorbing the person who was flooding their senses. You pulled away at the same time, with you offering a small smile as you prepared yourself to get up. Wanda returned one weakly before starting her car. She turned back towards you and nods. You nod back, and you lean in close, tucking the hair messily covering her eyes behind her ear. Your final farewell.

Returning to your apartment that night, you immediately threw your body into bed. You would have no problems going to bed tonight and just as the sleep completely pulled you under, a buzzing in your pocket alerts you. You lazily reach down, pulling out your phone. You read the notification before placing the phone on the pillow beside you.

You settle back into bed and close your eyes. A drowsy smile settles on your face and never leaves even as you enter your dream world.

Wanda:

Thank you

[whiskeyswriting]

Peter's Way Home | Chapter 1: Peter's Ladybug

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A/N: Image header by me using Canva; divider by @silkholland

It had been the hardest three months after losing your mom and now today is the first day back at Midtown Science High School. While it wasn’t the first day of school, that’s what it felt like to you.

It had been an accident they said. The fire couldn’t be contained in the restaurant's kitchen. She died saving her coworkers. She was a hero. Yet, it didn’t feel like an accident when it felt more like negligence on her job’s part. Had the fire extinguishers been properly maintained or the windows not been painted shut, you would still have your mother.

The sound of a skateboard along the sidewalk drew you out of your thoughts. “Hey, ladybug!” Your best friend calls out to you.

“Hi Peter,” you say softly, needing to get used to using your voice again.

“Are you sure you’re ready to come back to school and deal with the idiots?” He teases.

“Someone has to keep them in line right?” You bump your shoulder with his. “So tell me everything that I’ve missed.”

You smile as Peter starts on his rambling catching you up on everything that had been going on at school.

The morning at school had gone by quicker than you anticipated. Your teachers had already been reminded that you had been homeschooling while you were in your months of grief.

It wasn’t easy. There was no point in lying about it. There were days when you would do your schooling at your dad’s fire station. On other days, you stayed with Peter’s Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They had always been great neighbors since you moved into the neighborhood but in the last few years, they became your second family.

During lunch, you head to the courtyard and you spot Peter and make your way to him. Before you can reach him, you hear him telling Flash to put another kid down. Next thing you know, Flash is beating Peter up.

“Eugene!” You yell out at the same time as Gwen approaches him. “I’ll walk with Flash. You check on Peter,” you tell Gwen, knowing of Peter’s crush on her.

You had once hoped he would crush on you but his happiness mattered more to you, so you would help him win the girl of his dreams.

“Flash! What the hell was that for?” You ask him harshly. “You promised me you would leave Peter alone.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in close for a hug. “I’m sorry. Welcome back to school. I should have given my best girl a hug before now.”

You return the hug. “Thank you, Flash! But I won't tutor you again if I see or hear you making fun of Peter... No matter what.”

You didn’t notice that, as you talked with Flash, Peter spotted you and felt annoyed that you two were hugging. He knew he had no right. You were entitled to your own friends. But did Flash have to be one of them?

It was surprising to anyone to hear that Flash Thompson and you were friends. You were considered one of the nerds. Flash was the jock everyone loved. Well, mostly everyone. Your friendship with Flash blossomed from your days studying at the firehouse. His father and older brother were firefighters, so he would often visit and sit with you as you tutored him.

“Since you’re my best girl, it’s only fair that I take you as my date to homecoming,” he says smiling charmingly at you.

“That would be fun,” you reply. “Come on, let’s get to class and we can talk more later about homecoming.”

“Actually,” he shuffles his feet nervously. “I was hoping you’d say yes to being my girlfriend. I’ve got a crush on you and well we’re a good team.”

You weren’t blind. Flash was handsome. You both got along pretty well. You both actually had things in common. Though it’s not the guy you would have hoped for, you nodded yes. 

“Woooo! She said she’ll be my girlfriend,” Flash yells with a laugh.

When you’re in class, you can hear Gwen asking Peter if he knew his name. You try not to giggle when you sense him getting flustered at talking with her. 

After school, you and Gwen discuss what topics to go over at the next debate team meeting. The subject then changes to boys.

“So I heard Flash asked you out,” Gwen says with a teasing smile.

“Did the whole school find out?” You reply laughing.

“Oh Flash was telling everybody that would listen that he got his dream girl.”

“Dream girl?” You scoff in disbelief.

“That’s what he was saying to the basketball team in gym,” she continued teasing.

You groan and hide your face. Never had Flash shown any such interest in you so it left you confused as to why he would say you were his dream girl. It’s not that you weren’t pretty, but you knew the more popular girls in school would typically be the Dream Girl for someone like Flash. 

Of course, hearing those words boosted your self-esteem a bit. It took you a few more minutes to refocus on the debate team. 

Once done with debate, you waited for Peter to finish his photographs so you could walk home together. 

“Ladybug!” He came and hug attacked you, wincing when his sides brushed up against your backpack. 

“Peter, when will you stop calling me that?”

“Mmmm… Let me think about it… Never.”

“What about when you get married? And then I get married? And we’re both old…? You’ll still call me ladybug?”

He turns to you and grabs your shoulders. “We’ll be ghosts and I’ll still call you ladybug… Besides, it’s how I keep your mom’s memory alive.”

You stop walking for a moment. “What?”

“Your mom. The day you moved into the neighborhood… you were wearing a ladybug dress and so was your mom. She was calling you her little ladybug.”

“I never knew you knew.”

Arriving home, you find your dad had the night off today. “Hey! So I decided we could have pizza and wings. I also got your mom’s favorite movies so we can make fun of her taste,” he teases but the pain could still be heard.

You rush to hug him. “Sounds like the best night we’ve had in a while… So, uhm guess who asked me out?”

“Peter finally asked you out?”

Your eyes widen. “No. Why would you think it was Peter?”

“Because you two are always together and inseparable. I know one day you’ll end up together.”

“Sorry to burst that bubble, Dad. But it was Flash that asked me out… Both for homecoming and as his girlfriend.”

Your dad sighs deeply and pouts. “I don’t want you growing up. But know I’ll help you with anything for the dance… You know you have May to help too… I have some of your mom’s jewelry that you can use.”

“I love you, Dad.”

As you’re getting ready for bed after the movie, there’s a knock on your window. “I’m decent Peter. You can come in.”

He smiles at your fuzzy socks and the fact that you’re wearing your mom’s cheerleading sweater as your pajama top. “Do you still have her perfume to spray on the sweater?”

“Yeah. I sometimes wear it to feel her close again.”

“Tell me more about her,” he says as he lays on your bed. He knows you have been having a hard time sleeping after your mom’s death so he’s kept his promise of being there with you at night to help you sleep.

Only that today would be the last night for a while he would be there for you. Eventually, another entity would take over your thoughts at night.

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[apollotronica]

APOLLO CAN U TELL ME ABOUR ON E OF UR OCS.. i was thinkin about how hearing u talk ab them kinda inspired me to actually pick my projects back up and also i think they r sick as helll :3 pretty pleaase ? ./NF!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

OKAY SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY I WAS STUCK IN THE LABRYNTH (i couldnt decide which oc to talk about) BUT i relauzed i havent really talkrd about hiiro at all on here :3 EVERYTHING UNDER CUT and ill format it like i formatted the buwan post :3

this hiiro (left image most recent) ignore thr typology on the right its outdated

fun facts :3

likes: warm cloudy weather, bright lights, computers and technology, large cities, classic literature, anatomy and neurology, strong flavors, squid ink pasta

dislikes: most people, sunny days, manual labor, following orders, bland food, going outside, trains and train stations, getting wet

nationality: japanese

relatives: (adoptive) mother and father, elder sister (pacchi, 2 years older), younger sister (heru, 3 years younger)

early life (sort of???) (cw child injury/neglect, bullying, ableism?)

disclaimer i havent Fully fleshed out its backstory so this will just be a large summary of . stuff that Occured

hiiro and his sisters were put up for adoption almost immediately after heru was born (hiiro being 3, pacchi being 5) and they took turns taking care of her bcuz their parents were too "busy" to hire babysitters. hiiro and pacchi got into a fight while heru (like toddler age atp) tried to break them up. because hiiro has always been quick to anger and sort of physical, when heru tried to intervene his first instinct was to push her as hard as he could while yelling at her to stay out of it, it doesnt involve her . errmm aftermath of that argument was . heru got permenant brain damage and hiiro and pacchis relationship Completely broke apart :[ aww womp womp . Ok fast forward . heru is homeschooled by a tutor and hiiro and pacchi are both in junior high. pacchi is popular and friendly and pretty, but her grades are lacking . hiiro has always been incredibly smart (even though pacchi is 2 years older, he skipped a school year or two and is in her same year), but his social life is miserable . because of his temper and Overall Unfriendliness he was put in separate classes away from his peers where he was the only student under a teacher who didnt care about hiiro or Pretty much anything . it wasnt seen often but when he Was seen he was beat up n bullied relentlessly n followed home , so a lot of the time he spent nights hidden in the school or in damp alleys because he didnt want to lead anyone dangerous back to pacchi and heru . when he Was home pacchi ignored him and heru would try to make conversation but hiiro was Pretty much entirely nonverbal during their school years . at home hiiro drew and wrote and played like anyone else his age but bcuz hiiro looked different and sounded different and acted different it ended up outcast and alienated :[ womp womp

career ??

aaaanyway yada yada hiiro graduates early n basically disappears into researching neurology n brains n Specifically how theyre "programmed" , they end up lowkey kidnapping a couple people to experiment on them w a janky "neuroprogramming" device that, once hes sure is Safe To Use , hiiro uses on itself :3 the way proples brains show up on the device isnt like an mri or anything , the way it shoes up actually Depends on the person so sometimes itll be a short rpg or lines of code or Minesweeper and because hiiro Made the device they can decipher what each brain thing means and collects data based off that . but because what he does is Very illegal the government eventually tracks him down and forces it to work w them or theyll Krill him .

fun facts part Two :3

hiiro has only had alcohol Once and despite being of legal age they were kicked out for looking too young . he cant hold his liquor

he frequents a gaming cafe and knows all the staff by name but is too embarrassed to be seen in front of other people , so it rents out the whole cafe when it wants to go

hiiro has 3 cats and they are all Huge

after he Reappeared hiiro actually reconnected w his sisters and visits them as often as possible . Its not very affectionate at all though

i actually made his voice claim miyashita yuu . the songs where hes louder and yelling r more what i was thinking at the time , but i think miyayuu's soft speaking voice works as well

all the sleeves on their sweaters are slightly tethered and frayed because he fidgets with them while working . the right sleeve is more torn than the left

he doodles in his free time and has posted a couple oneshots on obscure manga forums . they dont keep up with them but one of them ended up getting really popular

hiiro Loves scifi . his entire apartment is decorated in super lame and obscure scifi anime posters and figures

THANKIES !!!

[fritzjings]

A mini comic I drew that’s about my trauma in school

During my time at school, the teachers would either humiliate or yell at us if we made a mistake, or just ignore us if we asked for help.

It caused bullying to be much more common, because if you made one small mistake the teachers would treat you like you were an idiot, leaving students to believe that you are an idiot. I went there when I was 6, and left to go to another school when I was about 9. Same treatment, just no yelling.

I’m now at a better one, not exactly private but definitely not public either. The therapy i go to has a class where 4 kids max go to per day. Nobody here goes to an actual school. Here I’m allowed to do things at my own pace and the teachers are much more understanding and kind then my old ones. I still get panic attacks sometimes when I make a mistake though.

My mom and a few of my therapists are planning to get me into trauma therapy, they’re just discussing what kind of trauma therapy I’m going to get. And for that they need to know the severity of my trauma and what it is.

I’m just gonna hope to the nonexistent god it’s not going to be exposure therapy, I wouldn’t be able to handle that.

[winterwriterstudios]

Yuu As… [01]

PEG!! From Peg + Cat on PBS Kids!

P.S, Peg has been aged up, cause I don’t want baby Peg to experience all this trauma at her actual age. So, she’s now 15-16.

Peg is totally freaking out during and after every overblot.

Ace, Deuce and Grim usually remind her to count to 10 when she does. Sometimes Jack and a few times Epel (he’s just so confused when she’s freaking out). Sebek keeps forgetting and yells at her to calm down, which just makes her more overwhelmed and both of them in tears.

The first overblot was definitely frightening for her. Like, she was breathing heavily in the floor, tears clouding her vision and she honestly couldn’t hear anything.

Cater and Grim were the ones protecting her.

Trey told her to count from ten to one and she started to feel a lot better.

There for emotional support for Riddle. Even helps him bake the tarts (she’s very good with measurements, so she helped him out A LOT).

Always wears her beanie. Cater thinks it’s cute, Vil, not so much.

Crowley: Do you have anything from where you were from? Peg: I got my stick!

Ace once threw her stick as a joke.

No one was laughing after Peg drew a giant block to land on him.

No one refers to her as “The magicless student”, cause this girl literally draws numbers on air, like wdym she has no magic??

Her and Riddle are besties

Her and Azul are besties

Her and Kalim are besties

Her and Ortho are besties

Grim is her emotional support animal monster and she’s proudly his henchman.

Certain times, he reminds her of Cat and she tears up, cause she really really misses him.

Really misses her mom and friends, too.

First years try and cheer her up whenever she does.

Once, they made the mistake of asking her how her life was , only for them to be fricking confused.

Like, excuse me? You are friends with the president? You are friends with numerous aliens? You are a knight? You are friends with giants? Your pet cat could talk (wait, no, that actually makes a lot of sense, ngl)?

Even Grim is so fricking confused.

But, that actually explains how Peg is literally friends with everyone.

Imagine Vil’s reaction once Peg tells him that she’s besties with Juliet from Romeo and Juliet and is even in a band with her.

Peg aces any test with mathematics, but the teacher always has to remind her to not show her workings on the air.

Imagine a scene where Peg’s solving the hardest problem on the test on the air and literally everyone is just looking up at the equation, nodding and comparing workings, then the teacher’s all like ; “PEG!! STOP SHOWING YOUR WORKINGS!!” And the whole class just collectively groans.

Peg wants to be a teacher and greatly admires all the teachers. The teachers are constantly grateful for the work she puts in and Crewel was heartbroken when he realized he couldn’t adopt her. But after looking at a photo of Peg’s mom, he’s thinking of other ways.

Peg ran away from Malleus the first time. Straight up. Idgaf if it’s novel Malleus, this girl ran away at the speed of light, no second wasted.

Gradually warmed up to him and they became beasties.

Malleus listens to her stories like it’s gospel. Bro writes notes and generally gains a lot more understanding of humans. After every story, Malleus learns at least one valuable lesson and tries to apply it when he’s trying to make friends.

Lilia thought he lived a full life until he met Peg. Lilia: “I remember the war. Ah…good times.”Peg: “Completely unrelated, but I remember all times I went to the moon. It was really fun and—“ Lilia: ??? Lilia: Times??

Lilia seriously taking the L in every life experience competition he has with Peg.

Questions whether she’s actually lived for just 15 years.

Sebek absolutely respects her. Like, she was a knight? She met various influential figures from her world? At first, he thought she was lying, until she showed proof (photos or something, idk) and now, bro thinks she’s too good for high school.

Peg absolutely loves being a drama queen.

This girl is literally good at every club. She can sing and dance, she’s great with animals, she can use maths to score some mad shots in basketball, science has a lot of maths, she’s been on camera numerous times, this girl has basically travelled around the world (even in the water) and she’s a knight of the round table. She’s built for almost anything life throws at her.

Well, except an interrupted schedule. She is very precise about timing and scheduling. She will totally start freaking out, too.

HC: That she’s very adverse to change

She isn’t friends with the tweels. “Like, um…wdym they are the good guys? They act like the monsters I fight??”

When Azul overblotted, she DID NOT trust them. Especially Floyd. Even after the overblot, she doesn’t trust them.

Tweels: *scheming* Peg: Eww Azul: *scheming* Peg: Aww! He’s just a baby skrunkly!! <333

She has mushrooms in her pockets, so that whenever Jade bothers her, she can just throw mushrooms and he’ll just have to look at them, giving her enough time to vanish. (Basically how she deals with monsters)

But, with Floyd, she tactfully evades him, since he has a pretty low attention span

Vil says he hates her fashion sense and proceeds to shower her with gifts and new clothes as often as he can.

Epel and her are closer than two pair of sardines in a can.

Peg tries to come up with a response poem for every poem Rook makes about her. She’s not nearly through, but Rook loves the few she has delivered to him, even though they aren’t very good.

Silver and her train regularly and she tries to keep him awake when she can.

She used to have a crush on Cater (ending of Book 1), and was a blushing mess around him, until after Book 2.

She finds Trey to be very normal and comforting to be around.

She tutors Deuce and he will keep calling her his favorite teacher until he dies. (Bro has started getting Bs in maths and he goes to his mom all excited then to Peg). He also seems to be the second most understanding first year when she freaks out.

Peg is the usual victim of Ace’s pranks and taunts, and she doesn’t care. Unless they are about Cat Grim or her stick.

Peg gets worried that she’s projecting onto Grim too much and constantly tries to remember that Grim isn’t a replacement of Cat and Grim is his own person.

But sometimes she accidentally calls him Cat (Grim flares up, cause he thinks she is calling him A CAT) and despite apologizing profusely, she still feels guilty, cause she lives them both and doesn’t want to replace on with the other.

Peg acts like a sister to Grim and less of a mother. Doesn’t know how to say no to him, unless it’s something serious and Riddle takes it upon himself to teach her discipline (something she should learn as a prefect).

Peg, despite having her sense of reality a bit skewed she realizes and acknowledges her financial situation, ready to cut some corners and work extra hard at Sam’s shop

Peg and Leona have pretty heated chess matches that Leona constantly makes silly faces in to distract her. And after winning (sometimes mainly because of his silly faces) he makes the most smug faces which makes her want to tug his ears out (/affectionately)

Ruggie sees Peg as a younger sister, always making sure she has something to eat and she’s doing alright. Constantly calls her ‘kid’ and teaches her the ways of the cheap (coupons and bargaining).

Jack admires Peg and subconsciously protects her a lot of times. Explosion? he gets in front of her. Someone throws something at her? He catches it before it can catch her.

People say it’s a crush, but Peg is one of the few people Jack can trust would do the same for him, if they could. And if you can call that a crush, then he does have a huge crush on her /sarcasm.

Peg tries to make herself useful by helping others. Everytime someone says “thanks”, she puts on sunglasses and I’d like “I do what I can.”

No one gets the joke, except for her.

[chloeloves-td]

I really liked the new tadc episode! Speaking of tadc, someone in my class drew the characters in an interesting way and labeled Jax as "Daddy Jax".

This resulted into him allegedly "marrying" Jax and drawing photos of him, printing photos of him, and setting all him social media profile pictures to Jax.

This kept going on for months to the point where my entire class knew about Jax. They either loved him or hated him.

When we had around half of our homeroom loving Jax, me and my friend decided to make a cardboard cut out of him. We made it during class time while was questioning his life choices and ended up finishing it before our next class. Once we were done, I just dragged it around my classroom and in the hallways with everyone giving me weird looks.

Once I got into my next class, the person who started the Jax apocalypse snatched the Jax cardboard cutout out of my hands and ran away with it. Me and my friends tried our best to get it back but we had no luck till the next day. Apparently he left it in my math class room with my teacher taking care of it.

So once we found it, we decided to go to the kitchen and hide it somewhere in there. We looked everywhere for a hiding place for Jax, and found the perfect place. The fridge. We opened the fridge door and it was HUGE. There was only a jug of milk in there. So we threw Jax into the fridge and left him there hoping no one would find it since no one went into that kitchen.

We went back to class hoping everything went well, but no. He found it and did the most questionable things to it such as [BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]. It concerned me so I had to sanitize it with the trashy school sanitizer which took a while. Then we were yelling at him saying to not touch him anymore, then we threw him in the fridge again.

We checked in him regularly, but we started to notice that his limbs were being detached once in a while. We immediately guessed that it was that kid, and we got super mad at him, but we couldn't do anything about it.

So we let Jaxs limbs get torn apart, until there was nothing left but his head.

R.I.P Jax cardboard cutout.

[howtobecomeadragon]

Let me tell you about my very first crush. It's also a story about how I nearly killed a kid through the sheer force of my own homosexuality.

I was easily the least popular kid in school and got bullied a lot, but there was this one kid (we'll call them C) who was just. So sweet and nice (and easy on the eyes) who never took part in the bullying. C didn't exactly give me the time of day either, but that didn't matter. I was smitten.

(And being nine, I had no idea I was smitten. I knew I was supposed to be getting crushes, so I just sort of drew up a spreadsheet in my mind of all the opposite-gender kids in the class, triangulated the least-threatening least-likely-to-reciprocate least-gender-conforming option, and coldly decided that was the one I was going to tell people I was "crushing" on. Meanwhile I was yearning for C to notice me and become my friend. 😭)

So during one fateful swimming lesson, the teacher asked us to split up into two teams. You know how it is when you have a crush on a kid in your class and it's time to split up: you'll do everything in your power to contrive to get onto their team. This was to be my undoing.

Each team was instructed to stand in a line with their legs apart to form an underwater tunnel. The kid at the head of the line would dive under, swim through the tunnel, and emerge at the back. The first team to cycle through the entire line in this manner would be the winners.

And the thing about swimming through an underwater tunnel of legs is that there's not much room to use your arms to propel yourself, so you have to grab onto ankles instead. When it came to literally any other kid in the class, I had no issues with having my ankles grabbed. But for some mysterious reason I was far too young to understand, the thought of C grabbing my ankles while they were between my legs filled me with horror. So when it was their turn, I prayed that they weren't going to grab my ankles.

Guess what fucking happened.

I was so overwhelmed with embarrassment that I just burst out into a fit of giggles. But after a moment, I realized everyone was yelling me. I had very bad situational awareness as a kid, so it took a good ten seconds of getting yelled at for it to filter into my pigshit stupid neurodivergent awareness that the giggling fit had caused me to automatically slam my legs shut around C. And then it took another several agonizing seconds to reconnect brain to legs and figure out how to let go again.

C was in tears when they finally resurfaced. I felt so awful. Thankfully they weren't hurt, just upset, though nobody bothered to update me afterwards. From the class's perspective, the creepy freak kid had deliberately trapped the sweetest kid in the class underwater for no reason, laughed maniacally about it, and refused to let go.

I gave up on any hope that C might want to be friends with me after that. 😐

ahhhh young love fhdgdh. oh anon, thank you for cracking me up this morning. 🤭🤭 i hope you have had/will have better luck keeping your crushes close in the future!!!

tell me about your crush anonymously!!!

[manstrans]

I never said you were against gender affirming care, just that you have a weird attitude towards trans men who are upset that it's difficult to get. I also haven't started T yet because when I was a teenager my mom begged me not to bc I had female autism so I could just be hysterical, which she had heard from a terf on the joe rogan show. this is an example of transandrophobia

I don't know where you live that trans men are more likely to get a promotion than any woman including cis women, but god I wish I lived there. in high school one of my teachers was concerned that I might be trans because I drew a trans symbol and said I related to it because I was nonbinary. she also went on a transphobic tangent during class once. I don't think she's a teacher anymore, but it's for completely unrelated reasons. if I ever go somewhere like the gynecologist I have to choose between misgendering myself or possibly dying. one time I was made fun of in the fucking grocery store for "looking like a boy but having tits". I went to a pride event this month and avoided being close to any kids for fear of what might happen if a passerby saw. I do that everywhere I go, but a pride event especially. I was on the lookout for anyone suspicious driving by. one truck drove by 3 times and I was ready to yell for everyone to duck and cover

just because any of this rarely if ever happens to cis guys doesn't mean it never happens to us. just because you haven't experienced it doesn't mean none of us have. we don't all live somewhere accepting of trans people. I am begging for people to actually listen to our problems we deal with every day instead of brushing them off because it's not something you personally believe in

"your transness doesn't intersect with your manness"

actually my transness IS my manness. they're the exact same facet of my identity. they don't just intersect, they are mutually inclusive parts of each other. one does not exist without the other

[ieppiq]

TFWGF: Prologue - The Farm

STORY INTRO

"One day when I was younger, our parents took us to New Oasis, where my uncle and cousins lived. Our car stopped in the middle of cornfields. While our dad was trying to fix it, I was staring out the window, a blanket over my head. Eventually, he fixed the car and we made it to uncle.

I was excited because I wanted to work with the animals but my uncle gave away all the "cool" chores and made up one for me. I bit my lip but I said okay and went to watch the hens. I drew in dirt with a stick for a while. I had silly hat on. Then, I heard something from behind the little barn. The barn was close to the forest by the way.

I get close and my legs freeze in fear. There was this giant fox. You wouldn't know it was a fox if it wasn't for the subtle characteristics. It had yellow fur and when it's eyes met mine I noticed it had no pupils, but a whole galaxy in it's eyes.

We stare at each other for a while. Everything that happened next is a blank. I think it just left and returned to the forest. An that was it, my strangest story.

...by Watanabe"

Morning had come to an end. The sundown intruded, turning most things in the city a burning orange hue.

Said hue entered Elliot's classroom. He sat in front of it, by the teacher, who had just finished reading his assignment.

Elliot sat straight, yet kept his head low. He hid his twitchy hands behind his waist.

'A few grammatical errors,' The teacher spoke. 'I like your story but I feel like it lacked - expression.'

Elliot shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

'You can sit back down.' She handed him the paper back. Along it, his sketched on notebook.

'Couldn't he talk? What, he's too lazy?' Voices made their way to Elliot's ears. 'Maybe he's just shy,' One classmate whispered.

'No way. Last week he literally threw a fit! You could hear him yell hallways away.'

Elliot sat down in the first row, second to last seat.

'You're all dismissed!' The teacher announced. 'I wish you all to enjoy yourselves during the holiday.'

'Thank you, miss!' The class rushed out.

Elliot sighed.

Autumn was about to get worse.

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ bakugou katsuki x reader → ❝wait for you❞ part one

summary: bakugou is your best friend, you both dream to become great heroes. when bakugou ends up in a coma most move on but you can’t leave your best friend behind.  word count: 2k+ tags/warnings: romance, angst (with a happy ending eventually),  a/n: im alive! sort of. finally finished one of my many wips in between watching greys anatomy. shoutout to the show for some inspiration for this. those background patient plot lines hurt sometimes.

Bakugou Katsuki was your best friend. That might be hard for a lot of people to believe considering how hostile he could be sometimes. Most would describe him as feisty and unfriendly but there was always something that drew you to him. From the first day at UA, you knew he was going to be your best friend even if he didn’t want to at first.

It didn’t take long for him to start liking you back even if he refused to admit it. It was impossible for him to deny that it was nice to be cared about and it was harder to deny that he cared about you. It was something he never expected, to care about someone so much that when you missed a meal he would be shoving food in front of you, or if you were staying up too late he would force you to go to bed early. Even the smallest things about you concerned him.

The two of you made the perfect pair, you helped each other train and study. When he went through his worse times you were there for him, through the nightmares, through the panic attacks, you helped him when he didn’t want anyone to see him.

Bakugou wasn’t your only friend but your relationship with him meant everything to you. Your friendship with him ran deep. He was your person. He was the first person you thought about every day, he was the first person you told good news to, the first person you went to when you were upset.

Your friendship was everything to you and you always imagined it meant a lot to him as well.

Throughout the school years, it only got deeper. It was finally your last year of high school and you and Bakugou were both on track to become amazing heroes. Both of you had worked so hard to be at the top of your class and it was almost time to go into the real hero world. You had even both secured spots at the top agency you had been eyeing for a long time.

You wondered if you would be partners at your agency? That would be too perfect. Both of you had bright futures ahead of you but one day took that away.

It was a normal day, you and Bakugou were working your intern patrol shift. It was sunny but not too hot and things were reasonably calm. There were a few crimes to keep things interesting but nothing too dangerous. It was a good day.

The two of you were eating lunch, you had gotten your favorite sushi for lunch despite the fact that Bakugou wanted to get ramen. But fair was fair and you had won your game of rock, paper, scissors.

That’s when the chaos broke out. A villain was attacking and you both sprung into action without a second thought. It was going well as it usually did, you worked together flawlessly. A perfect team. That was until Bakugou took a hit neither of you saw coming.

The sight of him tumbling across the pavement made you sick. You quickly subdued the villain before running to Bakugou’s side. He was laying on the ground face down. You turned him over, his face was covered in blood. Your heart sunk at the sight of him, eyes half open and face bruised.

Sirens alerted them to the arrival of the ambulances.

“Katsuki, you’re gonna be okay. Don’t move, help is here.” You said, hand brushing against his face.

“I-” He said, his voice hushed. “Sunshine I-”

Sunshine. The nickname started out condescending, an insult almost but somewhere along the line it became endearing. A pet name almost.

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t strain yourself, please.” You said, grabbing his hand squeezing it tight. “You’re going to be okay.”

Bakugou was put on a stretcher and rushed to an ambulance, you rode with them trying to stay calm as they helped him. You held back asking questions not wanting to interrupt.

Bakugou’s red eyes stayed focused on you as you held his hand while trying to stay out of the way.

“It’s going to be okay, you have to be okay. You’re my best friend.” You said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Katsuki I-”

Bakugou’s eyes slipped closed and it was hard not to tear up in fear. You wanted to tell him how you felt but you hesitated and now he couldn't hear you. Your heart raced in your chest. He would be fine, he always was. He was a fighter and he always pulled through.

Waiting was the worst thing anyone could sit through is the conclusion you came to. Sitting in the hospital’s waiting room staring at the patterned tile you were suffering. The thought of Bakugou in an operating room opened up hurt you to your core. The urge to sob was strong but you refused to. Bakugou would be okay and he would tease you endlessly if he found out that you cried over him.

Bakugou would be fine. You knew he would. He had to be.

Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou showed up, looking more scared than you had ever seen them before. You were familiar with his parents, they had invited you over many times for dinner and they always got along with you.

“What did they say?” Bakugou’s mother asked as she approached you, she grabbed your arms frantically.

“He’s in surgery, they aren’t saying much.” You told her. She let out a sigh sitting down next to you.

Time went by slowly as the three of you waited impatiently. Finally, the doctor appeared.

“Bakugou family?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s us.” Ms. Bakugou stood up along with you and her husband.

“The surgery went well, we were able to fix the trauma and bleeding in his brain. He’s patched up but there was swelling during the surgery.” The doctor said solemnly, his hands held together.

“What does that mean?” Mr. Bakugou questioned.

“The likelihood of him waking up is very low.” He said.

It felt like everything around you was falling apart.

“What do you mean he won’t wake up?” Mrs. Bakugou shouted. “If you fixed everything, what’s wrong with him?”

The doctor began to explain it but everything around you went fuzzy. You couldn’t hear anything, you felt sick. Before you could do anything else you ran outside of the hospital making it to a tree before throwing up.

Bakugou wouldn’t wake up. He was alive but he wasn’t going to wake up. The next year of your life was so clear in your mind, graduating, working beside Bakugou, climbing the ranks, becoming amazing heroes. Together. It was all gone, how were you supposed to go on without him? You couldn't picture your life without him.

You stood in front of his hospital room door still. If you stepped through that door you knew that it was over. The image of Bakugou standing strong next to you ready to face the world would be gone. The reality of what happened would set in and you could never go back.

It was easy to picture him, picture those moments with him. The first time you met him, you were both so young. He was so feisty and unwilling to befriend anyone. The memory of him yelling at everyone around you.

You could remember the day you had gotten through to him, had a heart to heart. His red eyes looked so soft for the first time and you knew that you would do anything to keep his trust in you so he would always feel safe enough to open up to you.

The memory of him in his dorm, scared and breathing quick after a nightmare. You had crawled into bed with him and held him. He protested at first but quickly realized you were more stubborn than him this time. Then he realized how nice it felt to be held by someone who cared about you, who wanted you to feel better. How safe he felt in your arms. The softness of his blond locks was unforgettable.

This morning was so clear, Bakugou in his hero costume laughing at a dumb joke you made. You would never see him stand tall again. You took a deep breath.

Softly you opened the door revealing the hospital bed. The sound of beeps filled the room. Walking up to the bed you took in a shaky breath.

Bakugou laid in the bed hooked up to wires. The side of his hair was shaved, where the surgery was. He was still, the steady rise and fall of his chest was the only sign of life. He looked so peaceful.

You sat in the chair beside the bed, head in your hands, a broken sob coming out of you.

“You have to wake up.” You said looking up at him, taking his hand in yours. “I know you can pull through this, I can’t do this alone. What kind of hero would I be without you?”

There was no reply to your cries.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I let this happen." You cried. "I'm sorry we didn't get what you wanted for lunch. If I could go back, if I could do everything different I would. I wish it was me."

Tears streamed down your face as sobs wracked your body.

"You're my best friend, you're my everything." You cried.

Everything felt empty. Time passed, life moved on. Your friends, your fellow students tried to console you while they grappled with the fact that Bakugou wasn’t around anymore. Your teachers looked at you with sad eyes, knowing that these things came with hero work but you were far too young to be dealing with it.

Graduating, something you had looked forward to for so long tasted like ash in your mouth. Standing there with your classmates taking pictures, everything was numb. All you could see was Bakugou laying in that hospital bed unmoving.

Life moved on but you felt like you stood still. You started working at the agency and you worked hard doing your best. The only thing you could do was be the best hero you could be to prevent people from getting hurt like Bakugou did. Even as you progressed and life moved on you felt like time was frozen.

After every shift you visited him, you would bring your dinner with you and eat in his room. You would tell him about your day. On good days you could convince yourself he could hear you.

Time moved on and less people visited. Your fellow students got busy with their hero careers. His parents visited on the weekends, Aizawa would visit once a month. Sometimes you ran into him. The two of you would sit there in silence.

“Do you visit him a lot?” Aizawa asked.

“Everyday.” You answered. “Almost every single day.”

“Why?” He asked, his gaze not moving from his former student.

“He’s my best friend. I can’t stand the thought of him sitting here alone.” You answered, a tear dripping down your cheek. “If he was awake I know we would see each other every day, it feels wrong to not see him. Even if he is asleep, even if he doesn’t know I’m here. I can't go without him, even if he's just laying here.”

“I understand.” He said.

Aizawa didn’t explain but you knew deep down he understood how you felt.

It took time, you had a lot of time to think when you weren't talking out loud to Bakugou's unconscious body.  It took time but you finally realized something.

You loved Bakugou Katsuki.

Not just the way someone loves their friend, no something deeper than that. Why else would someone spend every day with their unconscious friend? Even as years passed.

Looking back it all made sense, how validating it felt to tell Bakugou about the highs and lows of your life.  How much you focused on the small touches between you and him. How the thought of not spending the rest of your life with him tore you apart.

How had it taken you so long to realize?

Everything about him made you feel alive. His shining qualities, his flaws, his quirks, everything about him made you happy.  You loved him so deeply, how had you never known?

You loved Bakugou Katsuki and it was too late to do anything about it.

Years passed. Your career progressed, you climbed the hero charts and you became the hero you and Bakugou always aimed to be. Even if you had made it to the thing you wanted more than anything else in life it felt empty.

All you wanted was your best friend there with you. You wanted to tell him how you felt. Not just his unconscious body. You felt like a ghost, all of your friends lived their lives but you couldn’t enjoy it. You didn’t go out with them, you spent all your time with Bakugou at his bedside.

Every day you hoped, prayed he would wake up.

Time was an odd thing, getting old felt wrong. You looked older and so did Bakugou even if he laid there unmoving all this time. His hair was longer than it had been but you kept up with it. The nurses let you trim his hair, shave his facial hair when you had the time. It made you feel a little less helpless.

It had been a long day, a bad day. People died, people, you should have saved. You should have been fast enough, you should have been a better hero.

Sitting next to Bakugou you told him about your day.

“I moved, I reached to grab them but I wasn’t fast enough.” You said. “They died because I wasn’t fast enough.”

The tears streamed down your face. You reached forward grabbing his hand.

“You're here in this bed because I wasn’t fast enough, I was a bad partner I should have saved you. I should have taken the hit for you. I wish it was me in this bed, I wish I was dead.” You sobbed, breaths heavy it felt like you were suffocating. You were drowning, you had been since that day.

The sounds of your sobs were loud, your hand limply grasping at his. Your breathing stopped at the movement under your hand.

“Katsuki?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him. His eyes fluttered under his eyelids.

part two

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[ollieofthebeholder]

Oh, yeah, I actually have one of those (the ones you're describing, not the one in the picture) - my mom found it somewhere and bought it for me when I was in elementary school so I could do my homework in my bedroom instead of at the kitchen table. I outgrew it before I hit fourth grade and got a full-sized desk. At least the wooden chair was comfortable.

My high school also assigned you the same locker for all four years, but I'm not sure if that was standard so I didn't include it. I went to private school before that and we had cubbies.

Also:

@basilikum7, hope you don't mind me putting you out here.

It's a pretty standard thing in American schools. Security was permitted at any time to open the lockers and check to make sure there was nothing contraband in them. Because the lockers were school property, they weren't required to tell you about it or make sure you were present when they opened them, and often the first you'd know about it was when you got summoned to the office and informed you were being written up/sent home for whatever it was.

Now, random classroom checks, yes, you had to be there for. They would send in two security guards, one male and one female. They'd plant a sign outside the door that said "RANDOM CHECK IN PROGRESS" so that anyone who was late to class or running an errand or lucky enough to be in the bathroom when security showed up would know they weren't allowed in the room and had to stand outside and wait. Then they would call you up one at a time, go through your backpack with you standing right there, and then pat you down to make sure you weren't carrying anything that was against school rules. The teachers were never informed this was happening and would have to just sit there while 15-20 minutes of instruction time was eaten up by this process.

Also, the things that were contraband varied. Weapons and drugs were the obvious, although "drugs" didn't just mean "cocaine and heroin and whatever other federally outlawed harmful drugs you could think of", it meant any medication, prescription, over the counter, or otherwise. I got written up for having a travel-sized bottle of Advil with two (2) pills in it that I'd forgotten were in my bag because I'd used it as my carry-on for a class trip to France the previous week. Anything you were prescribed you were supposed to lodge with the nurse's office (side note, I don't even know where the nurse's office WAS in my school) and get permission from your teachers to go there and get it administered when you needed it. Weapons meant anything that could be conceivably be used to hurt another person; they banned candy canes at my high school one year because a friend of my brother's was sucking on one in the cafeteria, another student noticed it had gone down to a point and stuck out his arm and yelled "SHANK ME", the friend obliged and actually drew a pinprick of blood, and security saw it. But you also weren't allowed to have cell phones on school property, not even off and out of sight (and you weren't supposed to leave them in your car, either; your car was considered "on school property", they could randomly search those any time they wanted too - although it was another case of you had to be there for it - and if they found anything against school rules, even if there was no logical way you could have accessed it during the school day, you got written up for it). One year they banned colored Band-Aids because - allegedly - they were being used as a gang symbol. Same with long plain white t-shirts. If you got found with either in your locker or bag, guess what, you got a write-up for having "gang paraphernalia". There was no appeal. You had it, you got the write-up.

hey Americans?

what the fuck is this? this isn't real right. it's made up for tv like those metal lockers

[piracytheorist]

I'm watching Shadows of Rose played by Gab Smolders (already watched it with Hollow and Game Riot so rewatch I'm hoping if I can get RE8/ SoR working on my PC and I get to play it myself when it comes to the doll house I won't be as scared) and can i just say WAS ROSE KINDA BULLIED BY A TEACHER AS WELL? because in the diary on the second page (jan 8) the first line is "today the teacher yelled at me for always carrying my hanky. she says i'm not a baby anymore" and can I just say? fuck off teacher and that I use a handkerchief (hanky for short) whats babyish about it? seriously? is it the word hanky? does it have decorations on it? or them being prats?

Ugh yeah one of the worst parts about school bullying is that usually teachers won't give a fuck, and sometimes they will, consciously or unconsciously, encourage the bullying from the other students. It's obvious this specific teacher, who by the way was teaching in 2027 if Rose was in first grade (she started school on January 5th, in the middle of the school year, so maybe she also didn't start at first grade? anyway) so unless she was like in her sixties and wasn't taught proper child psychology in her university, it's unforgivable that she punishes a child's non-invasive interest (idk how to call it in English; but I had a fellow student at my university who drew patterns on her notebook during the lectures and she said that helped her concentrate on the lessons since she was little. It didn't annoy anyone and it helped her concentrate, so why bully her out of doing that). If what a child is doing is in no way affecting their or other students' concentration to the lesson, then you have no authority to judge and scold them, let alone yell at them for doing that. Rose was attentive, excited to be at school, smart, answered her teacher's questions, tried to be kind to the other kids, and all her teacher saw was that she always carried a hanky. Bitch. Get out of education.

And yeah, being bullied by her classmates was enough; being judged by the authority figure in the class only made things worse. No wonder Rose felt so disgusted by her own powers and didn't see any good in having them. When something specific is a reason you get ostracized and targeted for bullying, it's hard to find the positive parts of it cause you're constantly being reminded of only its negatives. At some point you lose faith there could ever be something positive in it in the first place.

I'm assuming it would be a simple hanky. Rose did not seem to have any emotional connection to it other than needing it to wipe off the sweat that came off her hands, and she mentioned she would bring a fresh hanky every day, so she probably had more than one. No wrong in headcanoning about it, though. Maybe Mia took up some embroidery lessons and made some patterns on her hankies, that would be cute.

[lizbotw]

hii can you write hcs on shinso having a gf who’s super nice to everyone and doesnt stand up for herself but stands up for other people

Shinsou With a S/O that Stands Up for Others But Not Themselves

hey! yes, i can ;) also, although you said girlfriend, it’s a bit more gender neutral so i hope that’s fine! hope you enjoy these and let me know what you think ♡

Shinsou Hitoshi

Your caring and helpful personality was one of the major reasons Shinsou fell in love with you in the first place.

The strong sense of justice you always embodied as you put others in front of yourself quickly drew his eye when he spotted you one day after school, standing up for a business course student that was being bullied for being weak by some other U.A. kids.

The way you told off the bullies and made sure they knew that everyone came to this school for different reasons and that’s why they chose the courses they did?

The way you said that above all everyone was trying to improve themselves here and that everyone had different strengths that still mattered no matter what it was?

The way you checked up on the business student to make sure they were alright and helped them off the floor and back to their feet after the bullies had ran away when you threatened to call a teacher?

Shinsou couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

With his quirk being mistaken so many times as a villainous one, Shinsou was obviously very passionate about becoming a hero and not only did you seem to embody the caring nature a pro needs, but you were also understanding of those who were misunderstood. He felt like you were exactly what he needed in his life.

Shinsou wasn’t exactly the type to get hung up on dating or crushes, but after a few times of spotting you in school and still being unable to turn away, he knew he had to do something about this. That’s why he made it his personal mission to get closer to you.

Originally, he thought it might be nice to have someone else to talk to that seemed to understand him, but that friendship soon grew into more and before either of you knew what was happening, you were dating and the happiest you’d ever been.

However, as Shinsou got closer to you, he began to realize a few things behind your outward persona of “the nice model student who bakes every one cookies and speaks out against bullying.”

When you were just friends, he had brushed the issues off as him overreacting, but now that you were dating and spending so much more time together than before, they were impossible to ignore—it was clear to him that you refused to put yourself first.

Whether it be you apologizing whenever someone did something to you even though it was clearly their fault, you sitting there and not saying anything if anyone was mean to you, or you simply always going out of your way to help your classmates, it all began to concern Shinsou. This passive, timid side of you was a sharp contrast to the fiery personality he had fallen in love with.

The tipping point was when one day a girl accidentally spilled her lunch all over you and started yelling at you for bumping into her. Some of it had spilled on her, but it was only a few drops, compared to you who had gotten most of it all over you. Your uniform was absolutely trashed. You were apologizing profusely to her and promising that you would clean up the mess.

As you turned to go grab some napkins to give to the girl to wipe herself off, Shinsou grabbed your arm and stopped you. You looked at him, confused, until he started dragging you out of the lunch room.

You were struggling against his grasp and saying you needed to finish helping the girl because it was your fault. His heart absolutely broke in two at that. Even when others were rude to you, you were still so nice to them.

“Hitoshi, what the fuck, stop, you’re making a scene.”

“No, you are. Quit yelling,” he replied simply, sighing.

In the hallway, he released his grip on your arm and instead held your hand, not wanting to let go in case you ran off to go back.

“What was that back there?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to shake him off. His grip held fast and you eventually gave up, letting your fingers curl comfortably around the familiar bumps and curves of his hand. You two continued to walk through hallway and further away from the scene of the incident, much to your chagrin.

Shinsou pursed his lips, thumb smoothing over the back of your hand in small circles just like he did whenever you were stressed about deadlines or needed to be lulled off to sleep (naps dates were common with you two). “(Y/N)...”

He told you that it wasn’t your fault at all that the other girl hadn’t been paying attention and that you were the one who should be mad at her.

“But Hitoshi, I’m the one who bumped into her-”

He held up his free hand to silence you, frustrated expression taking over his features at the idea of you even feeling the slightest bit of guilt over this. “No, you didn’t. Did you forget I was with you the whole time? I saw what happened.”

When you tried to protest, he just kept going, letting you know that you don’t always have to worry about others and need to put yourself first sometimes. After all, how can you help other people if you’re burnt out from letting yourself get stepped all over all the time?

As an example, he brought up that time you offered to do most of the group work on a project because your group didn’t seem to like the topic. Obviously they enthusiastically agreed, but as a result you ended up pulling all nighters all week to finish it in time and did poorly on the test you had that week as well since you had no time to study.

You went quiet at his words, blinking back tears. You bit your tongue, squeezing his hand tighter.

You started to apologize for not realizing that before, but he interrupted you midway through your sentence, stopping you in the hallway, pausing your long strides during the walk, and cupped your face so you were forced to look at him.

He let you know it was okay and that he wasn’t mad or anything. He was just worried about you.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry, Toshi. I’m so sorry...”

“(Y/N), it’s practically my job to worry about you.” Shinsou cracked a smile at that, hoping to make you feel a little better. “I would be a pretty bad boyfriend if I didn’t, huh?”

You managed to grin through the few tears that had started to slip out of your eyes and quickly wiped them away before they travelled too far down your cheeks. “Yeah, I guess so,” you agreed softly, laughing.

After he made you promise to start putting yourself first a little more, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you giggled at that. His heart warmed at you seeming to cheer up, even if it was just a little.

With that, you two walked hand in hand to the teachers’ office where you asked for a new uniform for the day since there was no way you could keep wearing yours right now. Shinsou even waited for you to finish changing into it, not caring if he was late, and walked you back to class, glaring at the girl from lunch when he spotted her in the hallway.

From that day on, Shinsou made sure that he let you know when you were overworking yourself for others too much and when you needed to think about yourself more. He wished he had said something sooner as soon as he realized the problem, but at least now he knew he could take care of you properly and you seemed more than grateful for his help.

[daughters-of-liberty]

Remembering the time my teacher yelled at me for having cheese, screaming "cheese is bad for you!" Causing me to feel shame for having cheese in my lunch box, causing me to do nothing but cry during lunch time, causing me to not eat during lunch time, causing me to come home starving and crying about my mean teacher.

Remembering the time a girl in kindergarten wiped paint on my shirt and didn't get in trouble for it.

Remembering the time the special needs kid in our class flashed everybody.

Remembering the time I told a friend I had a crush in a boy in our class, and she drew a stick figure picture of me and him having sex.

Remembering the time I was stretching in the middle of a test break, and the teacher deliberately tripped on my leg and acted like I was the foolish person unaware of my surroundings.

Remembering the time I got a third degree burn on my nose right before school, and the boys made fun of me for crying from the pain, which came and went throughout the day.

Remembering the school policy of "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" and considered people telling the teacher about verbal bullying to be tattling.

Remembering me being severely verbally bullied, called stupid and worthless and crybaby by classmates, went to the teacher about it, only for her to say "don't be a tattle-tale".

Remembering the time I got punched in the back for literally no reason at all, told the teacher, who told the principal, who spoke with my mom about the situation, and told her "B has to learn to live in the real world". In 2nd grade.

Remembering all the times I got in trouble for legitimately being sick.

Remembering the time the school sent a CPS worker to our house to do a wellness check because I'd called in too many times (with doctors notes, might I add). (Also the beginning of my hatred of the State butting their nose into my family and my health)

Remembering the time my teacher made my mom speak with her after clas because "I wasn't following teachers orders". I finished writing the sentence I was right in the middle of, and didn't want to lose my train of thought. Bitch also stole the Tinker Bell pen I was writing with and didn't give back until a week later. 🤬

Remembering the time a girl acted like she was gonna punch my face and then laughed at me when I flinched.

Remembering the time I got slapped by a boy for being too annoying, but I was already developing a complex about talking too much from my parents, so I didn't tell on him, purely out of shame, even though that was a completely valid reason to. So yeah. That happened.

Remembering the time I made a friend, only for her to start making fun of my fashion sense and dumped me for her new bestie once we entered middle school, leaving me friendless yet again.

Remembering my middle school's expectation of taking a bathroom break between classes (we only had 10 minutes, it practically took me 7 just get my locker open and grab my stuff) and their policy of bathroom breaks during class resulting in a point, with each point adding up to detention. It took six points to get detention, and the bathroom break cards only reset every semester. The first two months, I got detention twice because I didn't have time to open my locker AND go to the bathroom, and couldn't hold it until the end of the school day. Tl;dr was penalized for having to pee, ya know, like a FUCKING HUMAN CHILD!

Remembering the time I was trying to be a good, and waited for her after gym class because she didn't want to walk back to class alone, but took for-fuckin-ever to get changed in the girls locker room. Also, school policy recommended having a buddy for teacher-unattended students traversing the halls by themselves. We both got in trouble. AND when confronted about it by a teacher, there was some made up bs about looking at the school trophy case? Idfk, but I told the truth, and he accused me of lying and said "there's cameras everywhere, so I know if you're lying". Firstly, kinda fucked up, secondly, don't appreciate being accused of lying, thirdly, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR TROPHIES.

Remembering ALL the teachers who treated me like a literal retard because of my inability to learn math like other students.

Remembering ALL the friends I made, times I gave them my number, and times they never reached out to me.

Remembering ALL the people who bullied me and called me a crybaby for being understandably sensitive to the, ya know, bullying.

Remembering all the times I told on them to a teacher, and was told to toughen up, and they received either a stern taking to and nothing else, or nothing at all.

Remembering all the times I tried to make friends, and was laughed at and called clingy and desperate. (Was I just supposed to eat lunch alone?)

Remembering all the times I was called ugly.

Remembering all the times I was called annoying.

Remembering all the times I queued my ass off and did my best and the teachers said it wasn't good enough. And the ONE TIME I did do enough, I turned it in late and didn't get any points for it.

In closing, I'm pretty sure if I had stayed in public school, I either would've become a teenage mom or a school shooter, honestly. At best, I probably would've assaulted a teacher or bullying classmate and gotten my heart irreparably broken by a fuck boy. I'm glad I was homeschooled from 6th grade on.

Remembering that time I passed out in the school hallway because I was dehydrated because the school wouldn’t allow us to carry water bottles and trying to get water from the fountain between classes clearly wasn’t enough