#also. i met him in the one class where i didn’t bother having the teacher change my pronouns cus I THOUGHT ID NEVER SEE THOSE KIDS AGAIN

[crabs-but-better]

guys. date in less than a week

[miley1442111]

Hi sorry to bother you but can you make a spencer reid x reader with the mute!reader and he helping her with everything.

Thank you so much sorry to bother you.

this is so cute! I did some research but I am nowhere near well-versed enough to know everything so please someone tell me if i've made a mistake !!!

mutism- s.reid

a/n: intended for fem reader, but as always imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: how you and spencer met, the first time spencer heard you speak, and a look into your life together :)

pairing: spencer reid x mute! reader

warnings: none

You were mute. You knew sign language and could talk to specific people on very specific occasions. You’d had it since you were diagnosed at 4 years old and it truthfully wasn’t the end of the world, but it did suck to not have had a date at the age of 22. Not that you weren’t beautiful, not that people hadn’t tried, you just… didn’t speak. 

But, CalTech was amazing, you were a biology student and you loved it. You could just lock in, ignoring the world around you and spend time in the lab for hours on end. Though, you couldn’t exactly investigate the growth rate of organisms in a crowded college bar. 

“I’m getting another drink!” Your very drunk friend shouted over the voices in the bar. You nodded your head, staring down at your half-empty drink as you sighed. You wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here, at this stupid bar. Your friend, Maria, was a party-animal. You two had been dorm mates for the last 3 years and she had started learning sign language from the first week. She’d brought you into her friend group, allowing you a group of about 7 girls who all had your back. 

Well, they usually had your back, just not while they were all drunk and hooking up with their partners in the bathrooms or in their dorms, which is what all of them were doing right now. 

A tall and lanky boy sat beside you on your left and your body went rigid, silently begging him to not try and talk to you. 

“Spencer, come on!” One of his rowdy friends shouted. Spencer. Spencer was very cute. He had long-enough hair, brown trousers with a tie and shirt on. He looked far too overdressed for a simple college bar and you smiled. 

He was more than cute, he was gorgeous. You were shocked you’d never seen him modelling.

“No, I’m tired,” he laughed at his friend. “Go dance without me!” His friend gave up, walking off to a group of equally lanky and nerdy boys, all attempting to dance. 

Another man sat on your right, the seat where Maria had sat and you were instantly filled with anxiety again. Maria was nowhere to be seen and there were two men beside you, either of them could easily start trying to talk to you and what would you do? Just write it down on a napkin? On your phone? 

You hadn’t had this problem in a very long time. 

“So, you come here often?” The guy on your right asked, a soft smile on his face. He seemed to be the typical frat boy, kind of asshole-y but nicer than others you’d met. You tried to ignore him, pulling out your phone and texting Maria, saying you were going home instead of staying out longer, but he persisted. “What’s your name?”

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spencer had been attempting to make conversation with you all year. He knew you were the smartest in your class, since he and your professor were friends and he often read over your papers. He thought you had the most beautiful mind, he didn’t even care what you looked like, he just wanted to know you. 

But, he had found out what you looked like from your photo online and he fell harder. You were gorgeous, smart, and interesting. He also knew you were mute. Back in your first year at college most people had just assumed that you were rude or too prideful to speak to certain people, and that you were getting special treatment from teachers by them letting you not present your projects. This meant your facilitators had to make an announcement to most of your classes, explaining why you didn’t speak. He saw your face one day as your professor explained to the class that you were mute, you looked so embarrassed and ashamed and he felt his heartbreak. He'd been embarrassed of his intelligence his whole life (but trust me, he knew that these were VERY different things) and he felt an uncertain connection to you. 

“She’s my girlfriend,” he tried to sound intimidating to the guy but he knew he wasn’t exactly a beefy 6 '2 frat boy.

The frat boy got the message. 

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You felt sick, Spencer was speaking for you and all of it could’ve gone to shit if that frat boy hadn’t gotten the hint. You quickly got up, looked at Spencer and signed ‘thank you’ and practically ran through the door, just wanting to get back to your dorm, 

“Umm, wait!” Spencer followed you out to the car park and you turned to face him, feeling hot under his gaze despite the cold, dark night around you both. “I’m S-Spencer, sorry if that was really weird but I wanted him to l-leave you alone, I-I know who you are a-and… yeah.”

He knew who you were? You looked at him confused. 

“Professor Monk! I help with his corrections sometimes, I’ve read your papers, they’re really good,” he smiled. “C-can I get your number or something?” Something like panic flashed over his features, clearly shocked at his own words. 

You took out your phone and wrote out “I seriously doubt I’d be much fun, I don’t talk,” you showed it to him, and he chuckled. 

“I know sign language,” He smiled and your heart swelled. You didn’t know it now, but on your wedding day, he would admit that it was a very big lie. 

You held out your hand for his phone and he handed it over, you punched in your number and that was the start of your beautiful love story. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Through your life together, Spencer was always there for you, there to calm you down, speak for you, be there for you, and to love you.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first night he heard you speak was a year and half into your relationship, it was purely accidental on your part, genuinely comfortable enough to just speak and you did. 

“You’re so funny,” you quietly said between his and your own laughter. His own smile grew, while your face heated. 

“You spoke,” he observed, holding you from behind, his taller figure engulfing yours. “You have a nice voice.”

You whispered a meek “thank you” and he could’ve sworn that his heart grew three sizes. He didn’t want to push you, he just kissed you on the cheek and continued on with his cooking while he internally freaked out. Despite being together so long, you still found ways to fluster and surprise him. The majority of the time, he spent feeling like a schoolboy with how smitten he was with you. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

So, you knew Spencer would always have your back, always love you, and always care.

He promised you so on your wedding day.

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navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, marvel, top gun, obx+)

[soxcietyy]

Addicted to you

Yuta x reader Aged up

Two academics rivals see eachother at a frat party. Little does the other person know how badly he wanted you.

It takes him not even a second to recognize you by the faint sound of your laugh. Even with the loud music blaring into his ears he wouldn’t be able to miss such a sound. His eyes scanned the room full of people as he searched for you. Looking at every person until he found those beautiful eyes of yours. There you were, standing in thoes dirty tennis shoes you always wore. Standing in a cute tight dress that suited you perfectly. With a red solo cup in your hand as you laughed and danced with your friends.

"Yuta! Pass me the bottle next to you." Someone yelled trying to get his attention.

He grabbed the closest alcohol bottle and handed it to whoever asked for it. He didn’t bother to turn to look at them because he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you as much as he wanted to. He was surprised to see you here. A person who was an academic achiever, who wouldn’t be caught dead at a frat party. Someone who held themselves at such a high standard and would supposedly never snoop down so low. What could you doing here at all places? Especially on a school night.

His breath hitched when the both of you made eye contact from across the room. Your bright eyes quickly turning into glaring ones.

The both of you had some sort of rivalry going on. An academic rivalry if he had to be exact. Both of you had a few of the same classes together due to you guys being in the same major. You and Yuta were the top in all the classes you shared. Sometimes you would score higher or sometimes it was the other way around. This all started since high school and it carried out to junior year in college.

It didn’t help that your teachers would put you guys up against each other every time. He remembered how back then you guys were best friends. You would go out to eat, hang out, and study together. Now every time you were near each other tension could be sensed. If he had to be honest he hated it. He missed how you guys used to be and missed being around you. Everything about you was so perfect and yet you hated his guts.

Why did people have to put you up against each other? Why did they have to convince you that he was a bad guy.

He wanted to show you how much you meant to him. How much he thinks about you daily. How much he misses you and needs you so badly because he’s never met anyone like you. He didn’t want anyone but you.

He would ask around to figure out the classes you were going to take. Your schedule for the semester, when you would go out to eat or go to the library. He made sure that you would know he was also there but make it seem like a coincidence.

You had no idea how tightly you had him wrapped around your finger.

He lazily threw his head back as he took a shot that his friend handed to him. Hopefully it was enough to give him some courage to approach you. When everything went down he threw the cup onto the table and started making his way to you. Maybe the shot was a bad idea because he had already been drinking for a while. Plus he was already feeling it by the time he made to you.

You didn’t seem to notice him until your friends tapped your shoulder. When you did you frowned at the sight of him. He looked at you with his dark eyes intensely before stumbling a bit. You roll your eyes realizing he was drunk.

"Go back from where you came from Yuta. Dont tell me you came to boast about your recent exam grade. I don’t have time for you to ruin my night." You say as you turn back around to your friends.

Your scent hit him as you turned around making him want you more. Fuck a drug or alcohol addiction, your scent was his worst addiction and he was afraid he would act up because of it. Sadly the alcohol in his system made him act upon his thoughts. He wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face into the back of your head. He took a big whiff of your smell as your body suddenly tensed.

"Yuta?! What do you think you’re doing?” You say as you try to get his arms to release you.

"M’ so sorry, I don’t want to ruin your night but I need you so bad." He said as he hugged you tighter.

You could hear as your friend giggled and awed about Yutas actions. You had no idea if he was drunk or accidentally got something slipped into his drink. He must be confusing you for some other chick because when would Yuta Okkotsu be interested in you?

You somehow manage to slip out of his arms and grab him by the face.

"You want me to call you an Uber? You’re going to be embarrassed tomorrow when you find out that you were saying all this stuff to me. Can’t believe you mistook me for someone else." You say as you pull out your phone.

Your eyes were forced to look back up while trying to get onto the Uber app. He looked at your face for what seemed like a minute trying to figure out who you were.

"No, I could never mistake y/n" he said as he swayed a bit.

You looked at him stunned at what just came out his mouth. Before you could say anything he leaned in and kissed you on the lips. It was a long kiss that turned into a full on make out session. You could taste the drinks that he had been consuming tonight. You could also taste how desperate he was to be kissing you. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you in closer. One of his hands grabbing onto your chin so he could have you in the perfect possession.

You melted into his embrace as the kissing kept going. He was going at it non stop until you pushed him away from a breath of fresh air. When you did he decided you attacked your neck by smooching all over it.

"Oh he’s so going to be embarrassed tomorrow." You heard your friend say only to realize that she had recorded the whole interaction.

[wedgiestoriescollective]

The Senior: Years Later

Hello all! Before I start the next story in my “The Senior” series, I wanted to share that since I began writing, uploading, and reuploading these stories on here some things have changed. While I have been sharing my experiences with wedgies on here, these stories thus far have been about my experiences with them as a child and teenager. This didn’t initially bother me because I was sharing and, in a way, reliving these memories through my writing. But it bothers me now. 

Had my experiences with Chase concluded while we were both underage, I would have just stopped writing these stories all together. Yet this is not the case. So, this next part (and the final part following that) will take place four years after the previous story. When we were both consenting adults. I hope you enjoy,

                 

I was sitting at home alone. Well, I was sitting alone in the house where I grew up. I was visiting my parents during a short summer break from the musical theater conservatory I was attending. I hadn’t been home in over ten months. The conservatory went by a unique school schedule, so the week I was home didn’t coincide well with my parent’s work. As both are teachers, they still had school. It was nice being away from my classes, rehearsals, and at my part-time work in Times Square retail. So, things were busy. I was on the couch, a bag of pretzels in my lap as I watched some current popular TV show. My phone vibrated.

“Hey”, the text read.

I immediately recognized the phone number. I had deleted his contact multiple times. I even blocked the number once. Yet, those numbers were as familiar as his name.

“Hey”, I text back.

I pause the TV, redirecting my attention to my phone. I pushed the bag of pretzels aside. The text bubbles (a new IOS feature at the time) visualized three dots, Chase writing a response.

“I saw you were in town. How have you been? Chase texted.

At this time, it had been years since we had communicated with each other. And even longer since we’d last seen each other. Last time I had seen him, I was a Junior, and he was in town on Spring Break from his college in Colorado. We’d met up at my place and almost gotten caught by my parents. We quickly averted detection by sneaking out through the garage, but the stress of the moment gave me pause. Had me so scared of being discovered as anything other than “appropriate” or “normal” that I had (again) cut Chase out of my life.

“I am in town, I’ve been pretty good” I type on my phone, before deleting it.  

“Yeah, it’s been chill”.

I send the text and quickly place my phone face down as far away on the couch from me as I can reach. The phone immediately vibrates, but I force myself to remain still. The similar pattern presenting itself. He texts, I reply, he texts, I reply. Then minutes go by with nothing. Those minutes used to torture me, even when sometimes those minutes turned to hours, or the rest of the night. I promised myself I wouldn’t obsess over this again. That I was better than this. I remained still for just over five minutes before gently reaching over to my phone.

“Give any wedgies in the big apple yet?” Chase texted.

He skipped passed the unnecessary formalities. I hadn’t wedgied any guys in NYC at that point. There wasn’t any time, and I had my own revelations I was working through. Within a month of living in NYC, I had come to understand and accept that I was so far in the closet that I found Christmas presents. I had started trying things on in my new “out” life. Mostly through chats on dating apps or…. well, that’s all I did. I was out to my classmates at school, but back home I slipped back into the guy I was before I moved to NYC. Chase had been out for years by this point.

“I haven’t, too busy! Lol =(“ I reply.

“I have been thinking about the one’s you’d give me.” Chase texts.

“Really?” I reply.

“Yeah, it was hot”. Chase replies.

I politely ignored the fact that I was sporting blushed cheeks. Also, my hard on. I was ignoring that too. My phone vibrated.

“Wanna come over? I can pick you up.”

I looked at the phone in disbelief. After all that we’d been through. The shame that I felt and sometimes still have. The times that we’d avoid each other at all costs. Here he was again, offering to pick me up. To spend time with him. To wedgie him. It’s as if the closeted, hidden high school version of myself peeled away. I stood up and hopped in the shower, but not before typing and sending my response.

“Sure, you know where I live.”

When I opened Chase’s front car door, he looks at me and it was simultaneously as if time hadn’t past while there were also apparent timely differences. Both of us now sported stubble, mine being closer to a beard. Yet, he still had that stupid plush dice dangling from his windshield. We chatted. I don’t remember about what. It was small talk, but I do remember there was a moment when he said something along the lines of “maybe you can’t do that, but you can give a good wedgie”. I remember how my hard on never subsided while sitting in his car. It’s funny what remains of your memories over time.

Chase pulls into the garage of his house. I had never been here before. He gets out of the car and nonchalantly enters his home, knowing I’d follow. There was a black lab that excitedly greeted me. I followed Chase into his room, and he closed the door behind him.

Chase’s room was the standard expected room of a teenager. Sports posters on the wall. His bass on a stand in the corner. A pile of clothes scattered on the floor. Chase noticed me looking at the pile.

“Find any underwear in there?” Chase asked.

“A couple” I reply.

Chase walks up to the front of his bed, taking off his grey zip-up and then tossing it on the ground. He stares at me a for a second as I stare back at him. He’s wearing a slim fitted light grey t-shirt and jeans. Chase then turns around, his back now facing me. I remember feeling awkward standing in that silence. Like I didn’t know how to fill it. We used to have so much to talk about. There were still things that should be said. Yet, I remained silent, lost in where to start.

“Do it” Chase said quietly. Almost as if through an exhale of breath.

His words snapped me out of my haze as if we were in high school flirting in our distant way. Our words and jokes that were just between us. Because no one, not even each other could ever know our true desire for the other. Except, we weren’t in high school anymore, and both of us since then had come out to our close friends, but more importantly to ourselves. That layer of shame was no longer relevant nor present. Nothing was stopping me.

“Do what?” I teasingly ask, taking a couple steps closer to him.

“Give me a wedgie. Please” and then he said my name. I don’t know why, but I found that hot. I was now directly behind him. It was again as if time hadn’t passed. Like I’d done plenty of times before, I lifted his shirt and fingered my way through the waistband of his jeans which also donned a brown leather belt. Once my fingers obstructively found the underwear, I made the waistband of them visible with a gentle tug. The underwear’s black waistband donned the word Hanes stitched multiple times in skinny white letters. The fabric underneath the waistband was dark grey.

I looked forward and clocked my own eyes in the reflection of the full body mirror to the right of Chase’s nightstand. I then locked eyes with Chase who was also staring at me through the mirror. It was like old times. I sharply tugged on the Hanes waistband and Chase arched his head and groaned as simultaneously the leg holes of the underwear came in full display above his jean’s waistband. That was new.

“I was curious” Chase said smirking slightly at me as I had him up on toes as held his underwear up in my grasp. Then I lift upward on my toes almost lifting Chase off the ground by his light grey briefs. My cock is at full attention now, obviously visible through the front of my black joggers. As I continue tugging at Chase’s underwear, on the occasion tug the bulge would briefly drag or rest on Chase’s ass. He knew where I was at.

I continue tugging, alternating between slow gradual pulls and quick pulsating tugs. On each pull, Chase varied his sound responses. Some were groans, quick exhales, and my personal favorite the occasional “ooh” or “ahh”. I got the grey briefs all the way up to his neck at the highest but I would then mess around with this wedgie by snapping the briefs against his back multiple times. I would also tug while pushing him forward only then to pull him back towards me, inching the underwear further in his butt. I at this point have never wedgied Chase in briefs. This made it exciting and new in a way I couldn’t begin to explain at the time, but thinking back on it I was likely excited by the arousal of it all.

The grey briefs were bunched, leg holes and all were above his jeans. I reach my hands in front of Chase, gently moving my hands towards his belt buckle. I slowly start navigating the belt buckle loose and I unbutton his jeans. I then abruptly pants Chase, leaving his wedgied ass full on display. Chase turns his head back towards me, smirking.

“Having fun?” He asks as he slowly pulls his briefs out of his ass and back into place.

I then lifted Chase toward me by his hips, so that his neck was right up against my face. I kiss his neck. Chase moans. I kiss his neck again, but this time as Chase moans I kiss him on the lips. Our first kiss. This right here was all I had ever wanted. His lips on mine.  He didn’t pull away. He turned around wrapping his arms around my shoulder as we continued kissing. His tongue quickly made its way into my mouth, and mine in his. I don’t remember gripping his waistband as we continued kissing, but when I opened my eyes for the first time as Chase was kissing my neck, I saw myself through Chase’s mirror, with his grey briefs lodged up his ass so hard that besides the fabric in my grasp there was no indication Chase was even wearing underwear. It was lodged that far up his perfect round ass. I tugged again sharply with my right hand while my left hand pulled Chase’s head back by his hair.

For a moment, we both simply stared at each other. No longer seeing the scared kids we were years before, but instead seeing ourselves as the men that we are. Men that are kind, yet long for another man’s attention, lust, maybe even love. Yet, in that moment we just remained present. In our own kinky way.

The kissing and the wedgies continued. I even let him briefly tug my blue Jockey boxer briefs softly up my butt, but he remained eager for his flossing. The only thing keeping me from ripping his briefs clean off him was the continued kissing, it was proving to be a weakness of mine. Over the next couple of minutes, Chase kissed his way down my body. From my lips to my neck, to my nipples, and further down my stomach. Chase was on his knees now, alternating between looking at my throbbing bulge and up at me. He looked so beautiful looking up at me, as if I could solve all his life’s problems. Chase slowly then lowered my black joggers off me while still looking at me. Pre cum was already staining the front of my blue boxer briefs as Chase lowered those too. This wasn’t his first time seeing my cock. Back in our high school days we dared each other to hold the others cock in the car for a minute. But this was certainly different. Especially because this time Chase was licking the pre cum off the tip of my cock before putting the rest of it in his mouth.

I audibly moaned as my cock was blown for the first time, overwhelmed by the sensation of it. The newness of it. The excitement of it. All of it felt like a lock was finally clicking open. My whole body recoiled when Chase took a moment to merely tickle my cock with small kisses. He’d told me he was hooking up quite a lot in college in the text exchanges we shared when we chatted briefly after he came out. Back when I was still so scared to accept that part of myself. Before I ghosted him.

“I always thought that you had a hot cock” Chase said looking at me.

I looked down at him, feeling aristocratic as I noticed his grey briefs still lodged up his ass. Chase went back at my cock again; except this time, I cupped the back of his head with my left hand, gently pushing his head inward so my entire cock could face fuck its way down his throat. My other hand between thrusts reached down Chase’s back to grip the grey briefs. As I alternated between thrusting my body forward and pulling on the underwear, I felt closer to myself. As if I was about to descend on the first drop on a roller coaster. I felt drops of sweat trickle off my chin. I looked down then, only seeing Chase’s brown hair and his briefs gripped in my hand halfway up his back, lodged up his ass.

It was then when I remembered the time he yelled at me after we got caught by a police officer. We were rubbing each other’s cocks in an empty parking lot with sunshades over the window of Chase’s car. How scared we both were. How we reacted differently. And then, how when I was a Junior in high school when I saw he had posted a picture on Instagram with a guy. A boyfriend. How betrayed I felt. How exposed that post made me feel. But also, how lonely it made him feel as well.

I gently let go of Chase’s briefs and removed myself from his mouth, pretending like I heard my phone vibrate. I made up something about my mom wondering where I was and that she needed me home. Chase understood, we dressed, and he drove me home. When we got back to my house, there were no other cars in the driveway.

“She wanted me to be ready to go by 4”. I said, trying to talk my way out of the lie.

Chase seemed like he understood, but I must give him more credit. It’s possible that Chase knew I was lying. Still, before I could get out of the car he stopped me. Gently his hand clasped into mine. Again, something new. He leaned in and he kissed me gently. For a moment, I succumbed to it. The desire and lust I still very much had from the past hour’s activities. Tongues touched. He still grasped my hand. And then as if I teleported, I was locking my front door, and he was driving away.

I ran to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped in the shower where I preceded to go into my usual, comfortable, one-man routine of pleasing myself. I came within minutes recounting it all. Moaning at full volume as I came. My cum, shooting towards the top of the screen door in the shower, before then slowly trickling downward. As the hot water continued running down my hair and body, I felt both euphoric and lonely. Hoping that the phone would vibrate with a text from Chase saying he came or that he wanted to meet up again. Yet, I sat alone under the running water knowing that it wouldn’t.

[liamsyux]

ANDERPERRY ONE SHOT bc i’m going crazy (it’s bad and cringe BUT IT’S A MODERN HIGHSCHOOL AU CMON)

(also english isn’t my first language and i didn’t even try to write that good)

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

the first time todd anderson saw neil perry was on the first day of school. he arrived early and when he entered the classroom and right away sat on the desk near the window, he noticed a certain brown-haired guy. the guy had a smile that could light up an entire room and his eyes were simply filled with the purest joy ever. todd found himself staring at the guy, and when their eyes met, todd felt like he was being teleported to another planet. he flushed and suddenly looked down not caring whether the guy was still staring at him or not.

he found out later the guy’s name was neil perry.

weeks passing todd was crushing more and more on the brown haired guy; he was smart, cute, funny and well-cultured. the only problem was that they never actually spoke to each other. and that was, todd was sure of it, because neil didn’t actually seemed to enjoy todd presence in the class.

when their eyes met he always looked away first (strange thing to say when the other guy is todd fucking shy anderson), when todd rarely spoke up in class he seemed to didn’t care at all about what he was saying (also strange because he always cared about what their other classmates had to say) and every time todd started a absolute necessary conversation, he was always trying to get away as soon as possible.

so, for todd anderson, that wednesday was the weirdest day in his life.

the morning was pretty fine actually; he took notes, he listened, he did everything regular. and so, as every other day, when the bell rang, he took his time to pack his stuff away and saw all his other classmates rushing out of the door. all, except one. neil fucking perry. now the only possibilities that came up in todd’s mind where all concerning him being in the wrong and perry having something to say.

what he did not in fact expect was to see a flushed neil with in his hands god knows what, walking towards him.

“erhm todd?”

todd felt his face heat up. neil never called him, let alone called him by his first name.

kinda scared and anxious todd tried to say something normal, without sounding weird.

“yes?”

his voice was low and he felt very insicure. what the hell was going on.

“s-sorry for bothering you, i know you probably would have preferred being alone and pack away your stuff but t-there’s something i-i gotta tell you”

neil kept walking towards todd’s desk as he spoke leaving todd wide eyed, he never seen and heard neil talking and approaching someone with that little confidence.

“n-no don’t worry about that” he said actually sounding very confident.

todd thought neil didn’t like him at all or at least did not like him enough to be friends with him (ne was friends either basically everyone); so the things neil said to him in that empty classroom left him astonished.

“listen i’m sorry if this sounds weird or i don’t know creepy but” he looked up directly into todd’s eyes “i-i really like and i’d feel really honored if you would want to maybe get a coffee with me sometimes! he-here’s my number if you maybe want to text me your answer, or you could just ignore everything don’t worry” and neil left on todd desk a piece of paper, with in fact a cellphone number written on it.

todd was completely astonished. he looked at neil with wide eyes and mouth open.

“i’m sorry, w-what?” he said. it’s not like he didn’t hear him c’mon, neil was basically screaming, he just did not understand.

“shit sorry don’t worry about it i’ll just leave” neil whispered already making his way out.

“i-i thought you didn’t like me” todd said, his voice almost a whisper.

“what?”

“like you befriended everyone in the class except me a-and you never listen when i say something to the teacher o-or you always look away when our eyes randomy mert; i-i just thought you didn’t think i was nice” todd almost shouted.

“WHAT?”

neil ran right away to todd’s desk resting his hands on it.

“i-i’ve liked you since the first day, shit i’m sorry i made you feel like-like i hated you or something”

todd looked at neil like the words he just said were gold falling from the sky. neil looked at him and the kept staring at each other for a while.

“actually i’ve wanted to get some coffee with you since the first day, neil. i like you too” todd revealed with a soft smile.

now was neil turn to be completely in disbelief. seeing todd smiling though made him chukle and smile.

“oh yeah?”

[krypt-kir]

The Abnormality Girl

Inspired by @ochrearia 's writing about YS. Said that I should just go for it, so...here goes! Not bothering to edit and just going with the raw emotions that I feel as I write.

I should read more fics before I go to bed so I can learn more about the RGBFVerse YS...I want to be accurate...

In reading Girlfriend's trivia in the wiki, I learned that she looks human because of "true love". Wanted to write something about what things were like before she met Boyfriend.

I also imagine that Boyfriend after breaking up with Pico felt broken and lost, so that's why he's there. You'll see what I mean.

Featuring: The Abnormality Girl / Herself: Written by me! The Broken Boy / Yourself: Inspired by @ochrearia

A mask. A sweater. Baggy pants. A hat. A pair of gloves.

These were all essential to me. My protection, insulating my form from the outside world.

I was always drawn to it. The feeling of grass brushing against your ankles as you play at the park, bare feet and hands scrambling and sticking to thick plastic as you climb up plastic tube slides. The warmth of the sun would hit my skin and I’d feel like I could glow. The sound of other children laughing and playing made me laugh and made me want to play too.

Only, I was kept close, hand held by my mother and father who knew the world not to be so kind to demons like us.

Though they somehow managed to disguise themselves, I struggled with it greatly.

Fangs. Claws. A leathery tail. Horns. Pointed ears. A forked tongue. When it got particularly bad, I’d have wings.

I felt ugly. Misshapen. Malformed.

I was far from pretty. I didn’t need strangers to tell me that.

It was in North Carolina where I grew up. I was home-schooled, but sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be a normal kid. To wake up early, groaning about having to go to school and eating cereal while watching morning cartoons. To ride the school bus and be in class, half-listening to the lecture while daydreaming, only to be startled out of it when your name is called. Lunch rolls around, and you meet up and eat with your friends, talking about what they’re gonna do after school or planning a sleepover on the weekends. Then class would start again, only this time one of your best friends is sitting next to you and you whisper and mess around until the teacher notices.

There are so many kids who say school sucks, but when you have no one your age to talk to, maybe something that sucks doesn’t seem so bad.

I don’t think I’d do well in school anyways. Even if I did look human, I wasn’t smart. I wasn’t tech savvy, I hated math, and unless the reading was subtitles on a cartoon or an anime, I couldn’t stand it.

Mommy and Daddy said it was ok.

But I didn’t feel ok at all.

I think they knew. They tried to hide it, but I could hear them talking from behind closed doors. They were worried about me because I was alone.

So, so alone.

It was one morning when they announced that we were moving. Said it would be a nice change in scenery.

I was indifferent to it, but it wasn’t until moving day that I realized that I’d miss my home. My room. My bed.

Tearfully, I held my father’s hand as we left for Philadelphia.

The first day I was there, I decided to wander the streets. I was old enough to wander, and my parents said it would be good for me to explore and get to know the city.

I walked around for hours. Aimlessly.

I didn’t know what I was doing here. What my purpose was.

Before I knew it, I was at the top of a stairwell to the rooftop of an apartment.

That’s when I saw someone peculiar.

A human with blue hair.

He had his legs hanging off the edge, looking down.

Something about him seemed…sad. 

Lonely.

Just like me.

“…Are you alone too?” I asked.

He turned to look back at me.

A shadow was cast over his eyes, and his eyes were glazed over.

With only my eyes showing, I think he could see that mine were the same.

I tried to join him, but he seemed a little nervous about it. He didn’t want me to sit next to him I think. Because of how high up we were.

I just sat beside him.

“I-it’s dangerous-” He started, stammering on his words. “You should g-get out of here or I’ll-”

A strong breeze cut through us both.

My hat was blown away, and my heart pounded in panic as I tried to grasp at it.

I must have leaned too far forward, because I heard him yell and grab my wrist.

Before I knew it, I was hanging off the edge of the building, only held up by him.

He had to be incredibly strong. I was so much taller than him and yet…he could hold me up. He grunted as he pulled me back up, and I climbed back onto the rooftop.

We tumbled to the rooftop’s floor on the other side of the short wall. He panted, and as I was on top of his chest I could hear his heart beating rapidly.

I looked at his expression, knowing he probably found me disgusting. Abnormal.

But he had blush on his cheeks, the shadow cast over his eyes gone.

“Y-you’re beautiful.”

He whispered, looking at me in awe.

I stared at him, breathing shakily as my vision blurred. I felt my throat tighten, my heart swelling and feeling like it could burst. My stomach felt strange, like something was fluttering inside it and making my breaths unsteady.

“Hey, d-don’t cry…it’s ok…you’re ok now.”

Even seeing my horns, he found me…beautiful.

[ninapi]

Save me (Semi Version)

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Premise: Semi never thought he would find love where his insecurities laid deep, he never thought someone so broken could be so full of love, he never thought he needed to feel loved as much, until he met you.

Word Count: 3589

Chapter 1: Where are you?

Your first year of high school ended just as quickly as it started.

Cutting your hair as a sign of liberation, you tackled your new school with strength. When you left home you made sure not to bring any accessories or makeup, not even civilian clothing. All you brought with you were comfortable things to lounge around your room while studying, some chapstick and books. Your mindset was completely different this time around. You didn’t want to be considered the ‘cute girl’ of the class. You didn’t want people bothering you and definitely didn’t want to deal with more abuse. So, from day one you did your best to be recognized by everyone for who you truly were, someone smart, responsible, trustworthy, strong.

All the teachers had their expectations set high for your future, you were a promising and capable young woman, a true Shiratorizawa.

If only you didn’t lock yourself in your room every day and were more social, it’s their only complaint.

You were reluctant to even make friends, patiently waiting for next year when Tobio would be back in your world. However, you ended up making one regardless, a soft-spoken girl sitting two spaces away from yours in class. Everything terrified her and she just reminded you of your old self, thinking how nice would have been to have someone by your side to lighten your burdens. You found out she was also very smart and better than you in your least favorite subject. So she became your friend after a couple of study sessions, naturally.

You can’t say your first year of high school was bad. True, you didn’t leave your dorm, not even during summer break. But you made a friend, and the school was very impressed by your performance.

Your parents would visit you often and you were content with how safe you felt in your dorm. No one around to bully you, no one who would know who you were or what your past was like before coming here.

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Finally, the day you’ve been waiting for so long came. The entrance ceremony for the first years.

You waited by the hall where the ceremony was taking place, looking around eagerly for your raven-haired friend. But you couldn’t find him among the herds of new faces.

You went to the boards outside the first year pavilion, hoping to see his name and in which class he was in. But you were too late, they had taken them down already.

And so, the day you were waiting for so long, sucked.

You had an idea; he would definitely be going to the gym after class. The entire reason for him to go to this school being the famous volleyball team.

So, you headed over there once you finished picking up your stuff for the day.

Girls were swarming around the entrance, a view you were already pretty used to by now and it made you nauseous, bringing memories you wished to bury deep inside the confines of your brain.

Opting for a safer option, you wiggled your way in between some foliage trying to look through the tiny windows from the back of the gym. You weren’t trying to be a creep, all you wanted to do was see if he was in there and see if it was or not worth it to wait for the coast to be clear to go in, that was all.

But a stray ball went out of the back and you were spotted by a member of the team who looked incredibly disgusted by how creepy you looked camouflaging yourself in a berry bush, face plastered on the dirty window full of cobwebs.

“Get your ass here right now. You should know girls must stay by the doors. I won’t tolerate this behavior.” Semi grabbed you from the back of the collar of your shirt, like a puppy dog being held by its mother, and threw you inside of the gym, making at the entire team to look at you in confusion. “I caught another member of the Ushiwaka fan club snooping on the back like a creep.” a what? you blinked at him in disbelief, scoffing at the man. “I am no such thing! I just needed to check something!” you grumbled, trying to fix your uniform. “Oh wow, (L/N)-san? Didn’t know my class president was your fan, Ushijima-san. You really have it all, don’t you?” Shirabu chuckled in partial admiration. Ushijima himself was quietly observing the situation, he didn’t know much about all those girls pilling outside, but he's fairly certain he hasn’t seen you around. To this, he remains quiet, holding a ball in between both of his hands, slightly annoyed at the outburst halting his practice time.

“Shirabu-kun? I didn’t know you were in the volleyball team, that could have save me all the troubles….but hey! I’m no one’s fan, I don’t know what you are…OH, Oh my god, Ushijima-san as in Ushijima Wakatoshi from the national team?” you turned around looking for the trophy-man himself.

“See? What did I say? So, the creep was there by the back window, perving on his thighs or something when I found her.” he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, “Excuse you? I was not perving on anyone’s thighs, ok? I do know who he is. Who doesn’t? That doesn’t mean I came here to stare at him like a creep in some bushes. I came here looking for someone, but the entrance was full, and crowds of fangirls are terrifying…” the last part came out more like a mumble mess than an actual definite answer, it was clear to them you were no creep, well to everyone but Semi it seemed. “Oh yeah? And who might that be?” quirking an eyebrow, he thinks he’s won. “A first year, Kageyama Tobio. I didn’t see him at the entrance ceremony, but he is a genius setter, his goal was to come to this school to join you, so I just assumed he’d be here.”

A genius setter? This spiked Ushi’s curiosity, not like his team needed any more setters but that would be interesting. So he approached you, the entire team dropping what they were doing just to stare at their captain who never seems interested in anything but practice, “I didn’t hear anything about anyone else joining the team, but you are welcome to sit over there by the towels and wait, maybe he is just running late.” with a short nod, he pointed towards the bench he was referring to, “Thanks. I appreciate you not making fun of me like the rest, I kindda see why you have so many fans.” you smiled up at him before going to sit on the bench quietly as instructed.

To him, it wasn’t big deal. He was interested in this new setter you were talking about, and he was sure you weren’t creeping on him, you didn’t even know he was actually there to begin with, so he didn’t think anything about it. His team though could even write conspiracy theories about this very moment.

A girl was sitting inside of the gym, without being one of their managers. And she was there by captains’ orders. The same captain that can’t distinguish his mother from any other woman in the crowd. This day would go on history books.

Semi on the other hand was upset. Why was he giving you special treatment? They should just kick you out, it was clear to him you were nothing but a creep, but no one would dare to say anything to Ushijima, specially if a girl was involved, this had never happened before, they would never interfere for the worse.

A few balls reached your feet during their practice training, you happily returned them to their respective owner, handed some clean towels to those in need and Mr.clueless captain even gave you a bottle of water, since you were probably tired of waiting by the bench, causing gasps among his peers. The team was becoming quite fond of you in a very short amount of time, an unprecedented day to remember.

But Tobio never came. Did he change his mind? It’s not like he promised he would come to Shiratorizawa, but he was very sure of himself when he said he would. You were losing hope and your face was showing it by now.

It was time to go home and there were still no signs of him yet, seeing your crestfallen expression, Ushi called out one of his newest members, “Goshiki, do you know this Kageyama? Is he in your class?” his deep voice startled you back to reality, making you go up from the bench, staring at the youngster with sparkly eyes, “N-no, sir! I don’t think I’ve even seen his name registered with the rest of the first years.” so he didn’t come this year. You wondered what happened, you lost all your contacts when you desperately changed your number, so it’s not like you could ask him, but seemed like he really wasn’t coming.

With a long sigh, you grabbed your school bag and headed for the entrance, “I’m sorry for all the troubles I caused today, and I also thank you for your kindness.” the last part being directed straight to Ushijima’s eyes, “I’ll be going now!” you turned around and left for your dorm. Even without Kageyama you’d be just fine. You missed your friend, you wondered how he was doing, worried he would still be having a hard time with the fellow volleyball players. But you were fine, maybe one day you’d see him again.

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Friday came around and everyone in the team noticed their captain glancing at the entrance every now and then. They knew what was going on even if he didn’t know what had him so restless.

Tendo who clearly knew what was bothering his teammate tried his luck, “Hey, Shirabu. Do you know if your class president was able to find her setter friend?” both Ushijima and Semi’s eyes were on the younger setter, making him uncomfortable. “We don’t really talk, so I wouldn’t know.” the air just got even more tense, Tendo regretting his decisions.

Ushi had failed three spikes in a row and the team was now more annoyed than anything else. “I’ll be right back.” being benched gave him a lot of free time, and he just knew what the problem was, he needed to do something or he wouldn’t be allowed in the court to practice today at this rate.

You joined the gardening club as the school was forcing second years to join any club of their interest, this being part of their school norm. Not like you had a strong passion for plants, but it was a relaxing way to spend your afternoons. There were only other three members in it, and they all had their own side projects. You decided to study seasonal plants, taking care of them all during the entire year to see how they looked like when they weren’t in bloom, right now you were taking care of some hyacinths, adding some nutrients to the soil when a familiar face spotted you crouching down by a large flowerbed.

“Come with me.” It’s all he said, holding your arm tighter that you would like. You were going to retaliate but decided against it, wondering what he could possibly want with you. Even with his death grip you could see some softness on the way he was looking at you, sadness possibly. “Are you ok?” he blinked at you wondering what could have caused such a random question, “Why do you care?” you hummed quietly, looking ahead, your eyes distant, “I don’t even know your name, but if you ever need to talk to someone, you know where to find me.” a small smile fully in display for him, making him fluster, “Yeah, playing with dirt.” his side comment made you laugh, the sad look on his eyes leaving momentarily.

He brought you into the gym with him, the rest of the team starring at your disheveled self. Dirt was covering your P.E uniform, a small shovel in one of your hands. Nobody dared to say anything at all.

“Alright she’s here now. Happy?” letting go of your arm, Semi goes to pick up some of the discarded balls laying around, making himself useful. “Um, hi guys.” your nervous little laugh and wave felt like someone had kicked Ushijima on his balls. His chest tightened in an awkward way and he got to the conclusion that he probably jumped too high and pulled a muscle, that had to be it.

“So, class president. Seems like our team here is very interested in your personal life. They wanted to know if you found your friend the other day.” you didn’t really like Shirabu, his snob comments always annoyed the hell out of you in class, his sourness becoming infectious. “My name is (Y/N), not class president. Not sure why you need to know this, but no, seems like he went to another school.” having all these men staring at you was making you feel anxious, you brushed hair out of your face with your dirty hands, forgetting what you were doing just a few minutes ago with them.

Some unknown force was controlling Ushijima’s body. He doesn’t know why, or how, but he was now standing in front of you, wiping some dirt out of your cheek with his thumb. The rest of the team now blurring in the background. What was that?

Semi, was even more annoyed than usual, was that what was going on here? He suddenly hated himself for being so self-indulgent, if he would have known this is what it was about he wouldn’t have gone to get you, even if that meant loosing practice for a day. It was strange how he despised you the day he met you but with just one sentence you managed to go through his steel barrier easily.

“Alright, your questions were answered. If you excuse us, I gotta return the little gardening mouse to her club.” ignoring Ushijima’s piercing gaze, he grabbed your wrist, a lot gentler this time, pulling you along. You waved at the rest of the team with your shovel, smiling on Ushijima’s direction. The sandwich he had for lunch suddenly wanting to come out, was he sick? Was that why he’s been so off? Not like some random bug would stop him from practicing though. He didn’t miss again during the entire practice, but he could swear he was definitely sick and would have to stop by the pharmacy on his way home.

“What was that about?” you asked Semi, who was letting go of your wrist now but still walking with you, “Don’t know. I guess they all liked you. Our managers don’t really interact much with us, so they were probably missing your attention.” he nodded fully aware that all they wanted was to help their captain understand what being a teenager felt like, this piece of information was definitely not necessary for your survival so he decided to keep it to himself.

“So…what’s your name?” you tilted your head while looking at him, holding both of your hands behind your back. “Semi Eita. Third year. Former setter of the team, now I’m more like a pinch server.” you hummed in acknowledgement, carefully looking how his expression turned darker at the last remark. “(L/N Y/N), second year, president of my class and member of the gardening club.” you poked his belly with your tiny shovel hoping to sway his mood just a bit. “More like a gardening mouse, if you ask me.” giggling, you stopped walking, your flower bed now just a few steps away. “Just so you know, I saw you practice the other day, I think you’re better than Shirabu, he stinks.” you gagged playfully, waving him goodbye.

Was he that obvious? How did you notice that’s what has been bothering him?

He went back to the gym, the ghost of a small smile gracing his face. Even if he wasn’t needed for practice every day, he always attended, always stayed late, he missed the days he was the main setter, when he still felt like an important part of the team, when he felt wanted. But he was almost an adult now, he had to move on, not like he wanted to continue playing after school anyways.

It felt good though, hearing someone say that about him, even if it was just to cheer him up.

When he got back the entire team ganged on him, Tendo on his face screaming within seconds, “WHY, just WHY would you take her away when Ushi was looking so dreamily at her? Have you ever seen that face on him before?” Semi just shrugged them off, grabbing a ball and heading to the nearest wall to practice on his own, “Not like that's my problem. I took her away from her club activities, had to give her back.” he knew he was being selfish, childish even, without a good reason, but he also had the right to do so. He also had the right to be looked at, even when a brighter star was shining way too close.

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“So how are the flowers coming along?” he was crouching beside you, it was lunch time and he saw you were tending the plants instead of eating, he's been doing that for the last couple of months, just finding you in random places and spending some unannounced time with you, “Well, you see this little stem right here?” he was leaning in closer, definitely in your personal space right now, “This means its alive! They will come out pretty soon. Last week it was way tinier.” you smiled proudly, scratching your nose and leaving a trail of dirt on it. “You seriously gotta stop touching your face when your hands are this dirty, (Y/N).” he took his handkerchief out, gently wiping the dirt away. Your smile just grew turning sheepish, cheeks rosy, kissed by the sun. His heart was beating louder today, he noticed it would do the same every time you’d talk to him. “I know, I know! Maybe I just like it when you clean my face.” you poked out your tongue playfully at him, patting your uniform clean as you got up.

“You look a little less constipated lately. What are you not telling me?” you teased him while packing your gardening tools in the nearby shed. “Nothing, really. I wasn’t constipated to begin with, if I may add.” chuckling you made your way to a secluded area under the shadow of a big tree, your favorite place on the school grounds and he sat down with you on the soft grass, bringing the sandwich he got from the cafeteria out, looking at your neat bento box, full of delicious looking goods. “Do you make your own lunch? Looks like something you’d buy from a fancy shop.” he made you laugh once more, it happens a lot lately, felt weird at first, but you’re getting used to it again, the burn on your cheeks, the flutter of your tummy, you thought you would never feel like this again. “I make it, yeah. I live here, in the school dorms. Can’t really go out…” that distant look in your eyes have been hunting him for a while now, he wanted to know what was making you look this sad and lost “Why’s that?” you didn’t want to answer his question, so you grabbed some omelet with your tiny fork and pushed it in his mouth, trying to distract him. And it did. To anyone walking by you both looked like any lovey-dovey couple, feeding each other and laughing in a secluded area where eyes don’t pry often. “Ok, so this is delicious, but you won’t get away so easily. Why can’t you go out, (Y/N)?” the serious look on his face made you feel guilty, you wanted him to open up to you, so it was only fair that you did the same. “I…my ex, he….” looking down, you lost your words, speaking of him was somewhat a taboo for you. “Hey, look at me.” he lifted your chin gently, a frown now visible on his face, “Did he hurt you?” you nodded just a bit, your eyes not wanting to meet his.

His blood was boiling, he really didn’t understand violent men. He was angry all the time too, but not because of that he went out and about hitting women.

“He….just wouldn’t leave me alone even after breaking up with him. Always calling me and texting me nasty things. So instead of going to Seijoh, where he is, I came here. You can say it. I know I’m running away, but I just couldn’t bare it anymore…” he felt a drop running down the hand that was holding your small delicate face. “That’s not running away, (Y/N). Safety comes first. But I won’t let that bastard hurt you again. If you ever feel like you would like to go out of the school one day you can tell me, I’ll go with you. We can start small, maybe go to the café around the corner?” you couldn’t stop your own tears, you didn’t want to go out of the school, you were honestly still terrified, wouldn’t even venture near the entrance, full of irrational fear, but his invitation made your heart feel so full. He was trying his best to liberate you from the chains that you put yourself in.

Without thinking much, you hugged him from the side, burring your crying face on one of his pecs. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he let you cry. No words were needed, he would give you all the time in the world, even he had to miss a class or two. You looked so happy all the time, so full of life, he never expected you to have such a troublesome past at such a young age. He could relate to the fear and anxiety that you felt, even if his reasons were completely different, he felt like he could understand what you were going through, and he knew how awful all of that felt.

Once you stopped crying, he stuffed his sandwich on your face, startling you. “Not as good as your omelet, but you gotta eat something before next class starts.” biting a corner of his sandwich, you brushed your tears away, gifting him an adoring smile, “Only if you eat some of it too.”

The two of you finished both the sandwich and your lunch, sitting under the shade, talking about random nonsense while skipping class, his chest becoming your favorite place for the rest of the day.

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Tagged babes: @dazaisfavgf, @lauraagrace

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[fictionfixations]

khr hanami rarepair

forgot i should make a post about this

only did the first two days because i had zero clue wtf to do with day 3. whoops

Pairing: Byakuran/Sawada Tsunayoshi

Day 1 March 22 - New Life | Garden

Byakuran at his core was a selfish person. He’d never acted on it, but it still existed, even if he acted like it didn’t. Possessive over his own things bled into his other selves, and his other selves bled into him. People he had no right to claim as his. ..People he had no right to love or be loved by. But he was also an impulsive person by nature. And the one thing that they’d never really had, was someone always viewed as unattainable. The truth was, a lot of Bykaurans had fallen in love with a certain Sawada Tsunayoshi. A passing interest became a longing that threatened to consume him whole. He wanted the mafia boss, yet distrust met him at every step. Maybe it was masochistic, that the one they’d chosen had been one they harmed so dearly, harmed their precious people, but Tsuna had been so bright. Shining like the sun’s gaze was beaming straight at him, Byakuran wanted it all for himself. Wanted to take it. Steal it. To only have that gaze on himself. Even though he knew that the moment his other selves would get even a whiff of what Tsuna’s affection felt like, it would only get even more unbearable.

Day 2 March 23 - Renewal | Thaw

Tsuna was in a bit of a pickle. Well, to give some context, there’d been a school trip to a flower viewing event (there were crowds everywhere). He hadn’t been that interested, but he’d be an idiot to skip when everyone would be too distracted to go bother him. Especially when it was literally a free off day. Thus, he resigned himself to being lonely for all of eternity. At least the view was nice. Which is where he’d noticed a white-haired guy, which, huh. ------ Tsuna stumbled, face planting onto the railing. Around him, he could hear people burst into laughter. Don’t cry, Tsuna. Don’t. He sniffled, the sting bringing tears to his eyes anyway. No matter how much he got hurt, he could never develop a tolerance. “Alright class, I know how much of a distraction Dame-Tsuna is, but remember to stay with your buddy. If you don’t remember who your partner is, come talk to me, I have a clipboard.” The brunette blinked in confusion at the teacher’s voice. Hadn’t he already informed them when they first arrived? He looked around once more, only to flinch at the sight of purple eyes staring at him from a distance.

[earlgreyinpajamas]

hi! sorry to bother, but i’ve been searching for this one specific fic literally all morning and it’s been driving me insane, so i’d thought i’d at least give this a go

it’s a merthur fic on ao3, set in modern times. defintiely longer than a couple thousand but i’m not really sure of the exact length and i can’t remember how well tagged it was (which is very annoying i know, sorry!)

the whole premise is that gwen and lancelot just started dating (or got engaged??) and basically merged merlin and arthur’s friend groups together. however, when merlin and arthur meet, they already know each other because they used to date in high school before they had a big falling out. they keep their history hidden from their friends and pretend they just met. gwaine and merlin move in together and have a house warming party and arthur’s gift to merlin is a giraffe figurine wearing a football jersey with a football glued to its foot, which is an old inside joke between them. gwen and morgana try to do a lot of meddling to get the pair together, like inviting them for coffee and then leaving them alone. arthur eventually blows up on them at some point saying how they need to back off because they don’t know everything. eventually merlin and arthur manage to get back together.

the whole reason their high school relationship went down was because arthur didn’t want to come out and merlin either did or was already out. uther was a big reason arthur didn’t come out i think. they also played on the same football team together in high school but they were really bad and lost pretty much always including to a team of girls like the town over that were younger than them. arthur used to call merlin a giraffe, hence the whole housewarming gift thing. they have a good conversation when they’re older about how they were both wrong, how arthur shouldn’t have expected merlin to stay hidden for him but also about how merlin shouldn’t have expected arthur to put himself at risk for him or soenthing along those lines.

i forget what arthur does, but merlin’s like a young children art teacher. there’s a short scene where merlin’s in his class and causes trouble. after merlin and arthur get back together, merlin is like. scared to be alone with arthur and makes up fake plans that he was planning on going to dinner at lancelot and gwen’s place after arthur showed up and asked if he wanted to go on a date. so then there’s this awkward dinner and gwen’s with the four of them and arthur realizes merlin never went to the college they both planned on going to together because arthur wasn’t there. i also think that gwen like offers support to arthur because he was trying to leave since he realized merlin made up plans in order to not be alone with him

it eventually ends happily with them together, but i can’t really remember the specifics of the end

sorry this is extremely long, i remember a good bit of the fic but just cannot find it for the life of me, if you can help i’d appreciate it but no worries if you can’t!

ahhh you've described it so well but unfortunately i don't know it either but i really want to read it now. anyone? TT

[ash5monster01]

(@he-is-half-my-soul I hope you don’t mind but this post inspired a little something in me because I live for tropes where each of the poets come to terms with Neil’s death)

Trapped in Time

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, grief, light swearing, all around sad, and I’m sorry.

Summary: after Neils death and Graduation the Dead Poets make sure to keep in touch, not wanting to risk losing another. They help each other through the grief and remind each other that the powerful play still goes on. When they discover Todd still struggles they band together to do the same for him.

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Each of the Dead Poets found themselves in different places after graduation and college. Despite the distance they never lost touch and in the end it was a good thing. They had a shared life experience, one surrounded by turmoil and trauma. Not many people in the world went through what they did. They saw the light at the end of tunnel but before they could get to it they lost a friend, their teacher, and some of them a school. So when the torture of the future they tried so desperately to avoid came crushing down on them they had each other. The only issue being the distance keeping them from seeing things right away.

Luckily for Todd, Charlie had ended up in the city just like him. Todd kept his quiet persona but was less outspoken which worked in favor with Charlie’s still boisterous personality. Todd became an English professor at NYU and Charlie found himself on Wall Street, a shark in the business, his father no longer deeming him incompetent considering he was now more successful than him. Either way the two ended up having each other, only a 30 minute cab ride from the other’s apartment. They met weekly for dinner or lunch and it was always nice to have a familiar face.

Charlie had been uptown for work. Meeting with investors and attending fancy lunches and dinner shows. Basically kissing ass and praying they’d shake on the deal. He was also bitterly annoyed when he had to cancel lunch with Todd and make plans for dinner. This bothered him because Todd didn’t have any classes today and without Charlie he would never leave the house. Todd still needed to learn how to live a little and Charlie figured it was fate he ended up near him stead of any of the other poets. So Charlie with a permanent scowl walked beside his business partner in the Broadway district, annoyed he sat through an entire play just for the investors to say they were considering a different direction. So here he was stuck uptown, annoyed about work, and disappointed he missed lunch with his best friend for something as stupid as that.

“We didn’t need them anyways Charles, we have other investors” Benjamin, his business partner pried as he tried to keep up with him.

“I know, I’m just annoyed they wasted my time. I enjoy theater but that was torture” Charlie grunted, realizing twenty minutes into the show the investors were freaks and knew nothing about real entertainment.

“Yeah I could’ve gone my entire life without seeing that” he agreed, knowing full well he didn’t understand a damn thing that happened the entire time he watched the play.

“Idiots, all of them” suddenly Charlie stopped, Benjamin practically running in to him from trying to keep up the entire time.

“Woah, why we stopping?” Benjamin caught his balance and moved back from Charlie where he almost knocked him face first to the cement.

“Todd?” Benjamin looked up to see Charlie catching the attention of a blonde gentleman stepping out of the theater.

“Charlie, what’re you doing on Broadway?” Todd meekly asked, the brunette boy approaching him. Charlie assessed the situation, surprised to see Todd out, that was until he looked up at the sign above the theater. A Midsummer Nights Dream.

“I should be asking you the same thing” he said, trying to read any emotions coming from the boy. Todd went to speak but was caught of abruptly.

“Mr. Anderson, you forgot your coat” a theater worker rushed from the doors, holding out his jacket. Todd happily accepted it. “Maybe you wouldn’t forget it if you stayed till the end of the show for once”

“Thank you Margaret” Todd acknowledged her, wincing slightly that he was caught red handed by Charlie.

“Margaret” Charlie stopped the woman from walking away and she turned with a smile. “How long have you been putting on this show?”

“About a month and a half now. Mr. Anderson here enjoys it so much he comes once a week, sometimes twice if we’re lucky” Todd’s shoulders fell and Charlie nodded and thanked her as she disappeared back into the theater.

“Do you want to explain?” Charlie pressed, Todd struggling to make eye contact with him.

“You know I don’t” Charlie sighed, pressing a hand to his face. Benjamin stood confused but patiently waited nonetheless.

“Do you know how bad this looks? Todd why would you do this to yourself?” Charlie wanted to cry. He never ever wanted to relive that night again. To this day it was still the worst 24 hours of his life and here Todd was trying to relive it.

“I don’t know Charlie?! I just do” Benjamin was surprised to hear someone refer to the man as Charlie and not Charles. Sighing Charlie turned to his business partner.

“Head back to the office, let Clarice know to clear my schedule the rest of the day. I have to deal with this” Benjamin nodded, feeling he already peeked to far into Charlie’s personal life than he ever wanted too. With zero hesitation he rushed off, ready to finish his workday.

“I need you to explain this to me Todd, or else I can’t help you” Charlie pleaded and Todd sighed as he looked down to the coat in his arms.

“Can we at least sit down?” he asked and Charlie nodded, starting back on his pace as he bustled down the city sidewalks to a diner that was sure to appear. He grimaced at the Worlds Best Coffee sign in the window that every diner in this God forsaken city seemed to have.

“You want to explain it now?” Charlie asked as he went to take a sip of the worlds best coffee. Todd kept his gaze on the table, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“It started when you had to cancel lunch since something got messed up at work. I didn’t want to sit home so I went for a walk. That’s when I saw the sign. At first I wanted to run away but then I realized I hadn’t seen the play since that night. I practically knew it word for word since Neil made me run lines with him every chance we got. It felt like I watched it yesterday even though I hadn’t seen it in years” Charlie felt his heart tighten. They had all been at the play but Todd was the one who practiced with him. Todd played every part alongside Neil’s Puck.

“So you went inside?” Charlie egged on, needing to know the dark thoughts in the boys head. They all struggled with the shadow of grief, it’s overbearing weight crushing their shoulders over the smallest things. For Charlie it was soccer. Him and Neil had played together since children and after he died he never played or watched again.

“I figured it would be a good thing. Give myself a new memory but then the end came. It was Pucks big speech and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. That was Neil’s moment, I remember cheering so loud my lungs hurt, then I remembered it was pretty much the last thing I ever heard him say. So I ran out, too afraid to relive it” Todd said and this made Charlie more confused.

“If it was too hard why did you go back?” he asked, leaning forward on the table wanting to know where this was going.

“I wanted to find the strength to finish it. I never could though. After a while it became less about finishing it and more about getting lost in the play. Feeling like that 17 year old kid again who just saw his best friend follow his dreams. It felt like when Neil was still alive” this answer hit Charlie like a ton of bricks. This was torture and he had gone too long without realizing Todd was trapped in an endless cycle of torment.

“Todd-” Charlie held his face in his hands, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t prepared for this, this was worse then having nightmares about that night or crying when it all became too much.

“I know, I know I need to stop. It’s hard though, when I’m home with nothing to do I started remembering and getting upset and when I sit in that play for at least an hour it’s as if nothing ever happened” Todd told him and Charlie nodded, understanding wanting to feel like the people they were before tragedy struck.

“You can’t go back Todd, if you ever find yourself needing to go you call me. I’ll cancel whatever I’m doing, say it’s a family emergency because you’re the only family I have Todd and I can’t let this consume you” Todd nodded, feeling guilty for having kept this secret for so long.

“Okay, I promise” with a content nod Charlie accepted this answer, not needing to have anymore depressing conversation.

After they ate their meals and Charlie made sure Todd got home he found himself unable to stop thinking about what Todd had been doing. Tugging his tie from his neck and getting ready for bed he kept going over it, again and again, wanting to understand how he could put himself through that. Yet the longer he thought about it he realized how little closure they all got. The days after Neil’s death were filled with so many things. In a matter of a few days they went through losing a friend from suicide, a funeral, their teacher getting fired, and for Charlie, getting kicked out of school. Everyone was so focused on finding who to blame, including the Poets, that none of them ever came to terms with the fact that Neil was really gone. So with this in mind he came up with an idea.

Putting the plan together wasn’t hard. Using his connections he found a way. So even though Todd thought this was just a normal dinner for the two of them he actually had no idea what was to come. So Charlie knocked on his door, signature smirk proud on his face as he waited for Todd to open it.

“Hey Charlie-” Todd froze as he saw not only Charlie but Knox, Chris, Meeks, and Pitts standing behind him. “What’s this?”

“We’re all going to dinner, and a show” Charlie reached forward and Todd saw the familiar ticket in his hand. When Charlie had reached out to the boys and told them about what was happening they all agreed immediately to help Todd through this. After all every single one of them needed it too.

“I thought it was a bad idea” Todd said, already growing nervous at the thought.

“I did. I still do. Then I realized the reason you felt that way about the play was because you never got closure. None of us did. So we’re gonna stay to the end, and hopefully when we all get through it we will feel a bit better” Charlie said before stepping to the side and gesturing to follow them out. Todd nodded, still nervous as they left his apartment and made their way out to the loud streets.

It was like deja vu sitting in those seats all together again. Every single one of them remembered the night like yesterday. Charlie nearly jumped as the orchestra started in the pitch black of the theater. Knox squeezed Chris’ hand like his life depended on it. Todd tried to settle his nerves as they waited for it to start. When the actor who played Puck appeared it was as if the whole group couldn’t breathe. He had the same look in his eyes that Neil did all those years ago and Charlie felt himself begin to cry. Pitts and Meeks looked at him with sympathy as they all faced this nightmare together. Suddenly Todd’s hand appeared on Charlie’s back and gave it a comforting rub.

When the end of the play approached Charlie felt the air surrounding him thin. There it was, the feeling Todd had described. This was the last moment they saw their friend with a smile on his face. When he came out for that final bow and looked so fucking proud. Their friend who deserved the world and everything it had to offer because if anyone of them deserved to be in this world so did he. So Charlie sucked in a breath and kept his eyes on Todd who looked like he wanted to flee his seat. All six of them grabbed hands and prepared for it to end and the curtain to drop.

“If we have unearned luck. Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends” chills filled their bones as the last line was spoken and the curtain dropped. As Charlie turned to Todd he saw the boy absolutely broken, sobs raked his body. The boys all wrapped themselves around him in a hug. Bystanders clearly confused by their emotional behavior but this was a beautiful moment for the group. They faced their demons and they did it together.

“See Mr. Anderson, the end is beautiful” Margaret said as the exited the theater and he smiled at her.

“It really is, thank you Margaret” Todd told her and she waved as the group followed him out the doors.

“That was intense” Knox sighed, his arm wrapped tightly around his wife.

“I never realized how heavy that moment was until now” Meeks muttered pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Neil would’ve loved this, going to Broadway and seeing the shows. Hell even being in them” Charlie said and the group nodded as they reminisced their friend.

“He’s with us now, I know it” Pitts smiled and Todd looked up at the sky, barely any stars visible, a violet haze around the earth.

“He changed my life, I wish he would’ve stuck around to see how it turned out” Todd muttered and Charlie tugged him in a hug, thankful he could help his friend.

“He was my best friend, my first friend. The only guy who put up with me until I met you dorks” Charlie said as he pulled away.

“His heart was too big, he would’ve given each of us the world if he could” Knox told them and Chris smiled, never having met their beloved friend. But she remembered him in that play, it was the best local theater she had ever seen and despite not knowing him she knew he would’ve changed the world.

“To Neil, and us. Remember the powerful play goes on and we may contribute a verse”

[kawaii-mxllow]

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soo there’s this person whose very existence has been bothering me for a long while

doubt anyone would find this (which is a good thing) but anyway for privacy reasons we’ll call her kaida, no offense to those who have that name of course

my childhood memory

kaida has been my classmate since kindergarten. i was sensitive and shy, and cried a lot so i doubt i had many friends which wasn’t much of an issue since i preferred being alone anyway, i didn’t quite stand up for myself at that time lmao. but for a 3 yo kid, kaida was a fucking cunt and a bully to those around of her (fun fact: i asked a younger student and apparently she stole candy from him?!?!?)

from what i remember, i avoided kaida as much as i could, though we were on the same school bus and she kept talking to her friend (forgot her name)

i don’t remember much about her since we didn’t interact much, but one of the most vivid memories were her telling me to sit with her and she gave me a piece of candy, but then we barely talked (this memory was so unforgettable to the point i remember what we talked about)

talk about lunchbox friends. /ref

the other memory of her was her calling me an idiot, which is pretty vulgar in our language especially for 5 yos. i don’t remember how i reacted, but i’m pretty sure i looked away and probably was close to crying. i’m pretty sure i took whatever she said to heart

current

before substitute

this section is the present, or mainly things kaida did not too long ago

after years of not interacting, kaida got assigned to my class and boy was it a fucking disaster. the first week, i kept hoping ‘she probably changed!’ or ‘maybe she’s more mature now?’ turns out, that never happened. growth happened, but that didn’t make her nicer or more mature - it made her worse.

for the whole year, i’ve been struggling with mental health and kaida being in my class made it worse since we were stuck with basically the same people for the school year. (sucks to be in my country i guess LMAO)

the first semester kicked off pretty well, i socialized with people and met new friends. i was praying i could avoid kaida since she was already stirring up trouble occasionally for the first few months. a lot of us kinda agreed that no one liked kaida at all

it genuinely wasn’t so bad until i got assigned to her group for activity class, basically we get parted into groups of 4-5 people and went to different activity rooms and such. as i recalled, we had a debate class for our activity and she made me cry a lot

i know it sounds super lame, but i’m just really touchy and she made me feel so bad, like i was trying to ask the teacher to turn off the air con and she straight up made me feel like what i asked was unreasonable??

anyway, she kept doing all these yoga ass positions and it was pretty distracting and irritating tbh, i hated snitching but had to after a bit. kind of regretted sitting behind her and my group members and i had to find all these weird ways to avoid kaida in the next bunch of activity lessons.

substitute arrival

oh boy, here comes the substitute - where everything terrible happens. again for privacy reasons i’ll be calling her ms c and she was also a little asshole

kaida felt bitchy and kept dissing the teacher and told on us constantly, so each day ms c shouted at us during class, victimizing herself. genuinely none of us liked it, and kaida clearly hated her scolding sessions too. and yet she kept on telling and telling and doing the shittiest things too herself

it didn’t make much sense either but i’m just really sick of her, i’m so glad she’s not in my class anymore

[nami-moittli]

Okay, since [3] people liked my post, here’s the charts for my

Though, I will admit, I feel like the shojou influence may lessen after the first group, but oh well. It’s the drama filled romance twst AU.

So, the freshman gang is the main one, along with the only one I bothered to add text in the image itself.

These guys are also the only ones who have any real semblance of a plot going on, and I imagine if this was an actual shojou romance anime, there’d be two seasons, so dynamics get changed and two more characters (Grim and Yuu!) get added into the mix. But I haven’t made that chart yet, so I won’t talk about it unless someone asks

Anyway, Ortho would be the main character here, as she was the reason why I decided to make this AU at all lol. (Btw, she’s 16 just like everyone else here, so don’t worry about it) Epel and her are best friends and as such I decided to give him his own side plot as well!

Since I wanted Ortho and Epel to already be established as best friends, I decided to mash their hometowns closer together, and I also wanted to make them know Vil for awhile too, so Idia, Ortho, Epel, Vil & Jack have all known each other since elementary. The others they only met in HS. Why? It’s probably a really prestigious one like in canon or smth, idk

Bc of this, Epel’s been crushing on Jack since, idk, elementary? Middle school? Awhile now, that’s for sure. Ortho’s been making fun of him for not being able to confess for years now, and he finally decided to ask him out in HS, but by the planned time comes, Oops! He likes Sebek now too! Ortho is understanding, but loves to make references to cringy manga and anime that have love triangles/harems in it. That is, until she falls for both Ace and Deuce, and suddenly Epel can have payback.

There’s definitely more to this, but that’s all I feel like writing about rn for them.

Onto the next ones!

Now this description will have less in it cause I definitely think of these guys the least, but I will say that one love square ends in two couples, and the other in polyamory, so,that’s fun!

Also, to balance out the gender ratio, Jade and Floyd are Jade and Floyd, Riddle, Kalim, Azul, Jamil & Ruggie are all girls. Silver can be the token guy. Or I could change my mind and make her a girl. Idk.

I do have a bit more to say about the juniors tho!

First off, I didn’t know where to fit in Cater & Trey, so they’re kinda just in the background. Maybe Trey & Vil had smth but now Trey and Cater are dating? Idk, but they’re here!

Anyway, back to the exes, yk how I said that Vil, Jack, Idia, Ortho & Epel all knew each other? Yeah, back in middle school, Idia and Vil dated for, around a (school) year (plus summer) I wanna say? Maybe a bit less than that. But in their freshman year they broke up, leaving them not really speaking, then about two weeks later Vil and Leona started dating, so that just kinda rubbed salt in the wound for Idia and he went back to staying in his room 24/7 again. Though he does show up at school more often than his canon counterpart does, I feel. Simply bc this is supposed to be a no magic AU, so flying tablets are a bit harder to get from class to class with lmao

Anyway, after who knows how long, maybe for like 6 months or so? Vil and Leona break up. Not sure how long after that, maybe a month, little more than that? Anyway, then Leona and Malleus date for like, a week? Idk, Leo & Mal remind me of two middle school boys who hate each other, so do with that as you will lol

Second year maybe you could fit in the Trey thing but idk. Anyway, Vil & Rook have been going strong since then, and Idia’s recently gained a crush on Malleus. Shenanigans ensue

The only other thing I’ll note is that Lilia doesn’t attend school with his kids, maybe he’s a teacher? Part-time substitute? Idk, but just like in canon he’s Mal & Silver’s dad (and Sebek’s too lol) and online friends with Idia. So that’s fun!

Anyway, that’s all for now, if anyone wants to know more, feel free to ask!

[seiwas]

Hi Sel and anons!!!! ♡ 

first off, I think it’s so cool you’re having this sleepover!!! The atmosphere feels so friendly and heartwarming!😭🫶

and alsooooo… I have a story!! kinda bittersweet but I wanted to share! (but if there’s too many asks and you’re too tired then you don’t have to read and respond to this one! I send you flowers and hugs and please rest up🥺🫶)

So I know that some people don’t really count relationships from middle school as a REAL relationship but I feel like if you’ve learned something from it then it’s kind of important yk??? I’m in uni right now but I still think about this relationship I had in 8th grade every now and then bc of how bittersweet it kind of was.

So I met this guy at a friends party in 7th grade and I had kinda already known about him since he was pretty popular, and that night we had really clicked and became friends pretty quickly. After that we saw each other pretty often anyways since we had that same close friend (the one who threw the party). And I think by the end of that year I had already had a bit of a crush on him????? And then summer came… and I kinda completely forgot about him lol🤭

and THEN! It was the first day of eighth grade and my math teacher was taking attendance for the first class that day in the morning and it had all been going pretty good bc I got to be in the same class as a friend of mine at the time and we sat together.

And all of sudden my teacher calls HIS name on the attendance sheet and my heart very much stopped for a second and skipped a beat💀 and that’s when I kinda realized “oh shit,,,this wasn’t JUST a short-time crush🧍‍♀️”

the reason I didn’t know that he was in that class was bc he wasn’t even there when the teacher called his name, he was actually running late lol so it was a complete jump-scare. After a bit, he finally showed up and kinda just joked about why he was late (he was very much the class clown type) and he surveyed the room to see where he would sit and his eyes landed on me and my friend and he had recognized both of us and sat behind me and when he passed us he was very smiley and was like “wow I’m so glad you guys are in this class with me😃”.

And that’s the day my heart doomed me into yearning for this guy for almost the whole school year💀 

we were around each other almost everyday and our friendship was basically the sarcastic banter type. he was a jokester who could be very cocky and charming but also very dramatic/whiny when he wanted to (I think I was doomed to love gojo now that I think about lmao💀) and I was the one who basically kept him grounded, took him off his high horse and retorted sarcasm right back at him.

At some point during the middle of the year I actually started to notice that he was doing gestures that were more than friendly, and eventually he admitted to liking me a bit past the middle of the year and more towards the end of the school year. And then we started dating! 

so I mentioned that this was all kind of bittersweet for a reason. After we started dating, our friends eventually started telling a bunch of people about how we were together and well he was very popular in our grade and was very much known by everyone and they all basically couldn’t believe that he was going out with me (or at all in general with how much of a jokester he was), since I was kinda known for being the quiet girl in our grade. 

This brought a lot of unwanted attention. He kinda took this all with stride and laughed everything off and started making comments about our relationship and friendship that kinda bothered me.

AND THEN, while I walked around school, people who I didn’t even know would come up to me or sometimes even yell from across the hall and ask “no way! are you (his name)’s girlfriend???” and they would start asking me things like “why would YOU go out with HIM, that’s SOOOO unlike either of you” and say things like “there’s no way”, or “you poor soul”. 

This all annoyed me very much because I didn’t even know these people so how would they even know about my personality like🤨???

unfortunately, this still kinda got to me.

all of this pressure kinda bothered me bc it was definitely unwanted and uncalled for and I just felt so alone through all of it bc he was fine and was used to it but I wasn’t. And bc of the pressure and some of those comments that he had made, I kinda lashed out at him for not being supportive and I remember he lashed out at me for not really showing him any affection lately (which was due to the fact that I didn’t really even want to be around him while there was other people because of all the staring). 

And then I broke up with him, and even when we weren’t together, I was still getting unwanted comments like “I’m so glad you broke it off”, “your way better off without him”, and “yeah your personalities didn’t even match!”

I really hated these comments bc deep down I honestly missed him and our banter and our friendship in general.

I still count this as my first relationship because I learned things about myself and the people around me.

I learned that I shouldn’t let the comments of other’s get to me and have them decide who I should like and not like and that I should just stand my ground. I also learned to just communicate with someone if I’m feeling alone or frustrated, bc who knows, maybe if I had told him how alone and frustrated I felt maybe he would’ve listened and talked with me🤷‍♀️.

I’m sorry if this was too much for the sleepover😭 I just really felt like sharing this story but I didn’t really know how to space it out or how much I should say. This is actually my first time ever telling anyone about this and what I went through that year. 

I hope this wasn’t too bittersweet or tiring to read🥺🫶 you’re an amazing writer btw and I’ve LOVED everything you’ve written💖(especially the col series😭)!!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful week Sel and that you’re happy!! I send you so many hugs!!!! ♡

nonie hello 🥹 welcome to the sleepover!! ✨

let’s have a sleepover!! 💗 send me any questions/stories you wanna share!!!

oh gosh you are so sweet 🥺 everyone's been so cute sharing their stories for the sleepover tbh !! i'm glad it feels friendly and heartwarming 🫶🏻 you are also so thoughtful !!! so precious telling me to rest up omg, it's okay!! i love love love reading the lil stories you all sharing 💗

aaah and your story omg i totally agree!! doesnt matter how short-lived, how young a relationship was!! i think if it taught you something or left a mark in you, it definitely means smth!! 🥺

it's so cute how he came into class and immediately recognised you and your friend and said he was glad to have both of u in the same class 😭 his personality is so gojo now that you mention it omg 😭 but it's so cute how you found your dynamic that way!! i find the lead-up and development of your relationship so so cute and am so sorry that it had to end the way it did 🙁

people can be so nasty and stinky sometimes, especially in school 😭 i seriously can't believe that they said the things they did to you and him 😭 like i know you alr know that it shouldn't matter what they say, but they're honestly so rude for being so doubtful of your relationship 😭 like you said, who are they to know who you are!! and what your relationship is like (esp since you were even friends beforehand)!! + it's so rude of them to comment on it even after the break up like 'i'm so glad u broke it off' as if there was anything wrong with the two of you in the first place?? when it was just THEIR comments making you conscious abt it 😭

i'm so sorry that you had to let a good thing go because people just wouldn't shut up nonie 🙁 but i'm also glad that you've made your reflections about it!! and still see it as smth important to you 🥹 do you think you'd ever talk to ihim again? / try to be friends with him again? (i know it can sound a bit silly, considering it was back in 8th grade, but it seems to be an important friendship given how you still think about it now and miss it!)

please don't apologise for sharing!! aaah i appreciate you for trusting us here with your story!! you are too sweet 🥹 and it is definitely not too bittersweet and not too tiring to read!

i think i can relate a bit in that, i had a 'thing' (not even labelled anything) before i got w my bf rn. it lasted a few months and was in my 2nd year of hs but i think i thought about it for a while, and sometimes still think about it to this day (don't get me wrong tho, i'm v happy in my relationship rn!). long story short! we got paired together for an event, started talking and got close, then admitted to liking eachother and kept it at that. we had nicknames for each other, still continued to talk, and he even had one of my hair ties!! as a smth of me that he could keep w him. until he had to go for exchange abroad (for a semester), then he stopped replying more and more. i got kind of ghosted? but chalked it up to him being busy abroad, until he came back and i realised that he really just wasn't talking to me the same way anymore.

i let it go but tbh i felt rlly heartbroken! it was weird bc i don't think i loved him, but it took a while for me to get over it! and what sucks is we had to work on a project together the summer after too 😭 but!! thankfully we managed to talk it out and he explained why when i asked him what happened. he moved to a different school the year after and took uni abroad too! until he came back for good just last year!! our friend groups overlap so he's started hanging out with us more lately too and while things with us are good, as in, we can act like friends again!! i think a part of me still aches a bit? it's so weird!! i'm definitely over him, and am very happy and in love with my bf right now!! but when it's time for goodbye hugs i get really sad bc his hugs feel really tight and feel a second longer 😭

he's a really sweet guy!! super nice, super kind!! super funny!! can talk about serious things but also joke around, very considerate and well-mannered!! tbh my bf and he get along so well 😭 they could be a bromance fr 😭 (my bf knows abt everything HAHA) when our group hiked last year, he helped me when i had a tummy ache climbing the mountain 😭 so honestly i think, even tho what we had was short lived, i think, like you, i really miss the friendship yknow? cos i genuinely think he's a cool guy!! i always have good convos with him and would love to be close to him again as friends, except, i don't think it could ever be that way anymore bc of the history we have? smth like that!!

anyway!!! sorry i also shared a bit there omg 😭 but i totally get what u mean nonie 🥺 you are also so sweet for reading my stuff AAAH thank you soso much and im so glad you enjoy them 🥹 i am so touched you think im an amazing writer jhsbajsd (col is my baby!!!) i hope you're having a SPLENDID week too and thank you so much for coming in here to share this with us 🫶🏻 i am hugging you right back!!

[allxthingsxglxtter]

Look who just woke up- is that CÉSAR DOMBOY? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s OLIVIER DUBOIS from MARVEL (OC). I heard they are 27 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a/an BOOKS ALWAYS AT HIS FINGERTIPS, CONFIDENCE IN HIMSELF, RULES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN, FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT  impression. In Sydney they work as a PHILOSOPHY PROFESSOR. They’re known to be quite ACCEPTING AND FRIENDLY, but have a tendency to be RUTHLESS & RECKLESS on their bad days

Gender/Pronouns : 

He/Him

How long have they been in Sydney : 

He’s only been in Sydney a couple of months.

Which suburb do they live in? 

Olivier has a place in Mosman.

Personality description (in your own words) : 

He is genuinely a warm person. patient and as kind as he can be with people he meets.  He’s hyper-observant, and can sometimes make incorrect assumptions about people because of that, but most of the time he’s honestly pretty accurate.  Olivier honestly just tries to lighten the mood and help others enjoy life and laugh about things.  As people get closer to him they find someone who loves deeply, but is less careful with himself than he is with others.  He’s lonely, and misses his family, but tends not to bother others with those sad parts of himself.  He’s a patient teacher, and loves a good debate about literature and philosophy. 

Memories of their real life : 

Olivier grew up in a small town in France with two loving parents and three younger brothers.  From when he was little he knew he was supposed to look out for his siblings, and spent a good portion of his time playing with Yves and his other brothers as well as helping out around their house.  He grew up religious, And also knew from a young age that the feelings he had towards some of the other boys in his class weren’t something his priest or his family would be particularly happy about, and he had resigned himself to just being single by the time he’d reached fourteen.  He’d hoped his attentions would turn to women by then but when they didn’t, Olivier just resigned himself to a life of solitude.  In any case he knew he would always have his family, Olivier devoting most of his free-time outside of studying to helping them out around the house and being with his brothers.

His outlook did end up changing when he got to university, and while there he discovered he wasn’t alone.  It was a quiet group, but Olivier had found people who accepted him, and shared the same attractions.  Olivier couldn’t remember being so relaxed, enjoying his studies as well as learning more about himself. It was during this time that he met Andre.  He was older than Olivier by a year, but something about him just drew Olivier to him and they clicked, the two in love and dating quietly by the end of Olivier’s first year.  Olivier couldn’t remember a time where he’d been happier, and for a moment, he had hope of a future.  He still spent plenty of time at home, the university not far from where they lived, but there was a marked difference in how much happier he was at school, even if Olivier had to avoid his parents and brothers asking fairly often about the girl he must’ve met to make him as bright as he was.  

Things went on like this until the end of Olivier’s 3rd year, the same time that Andre was graduating.  Andre offered to take him home, and Olivier was blindsided on the drive with the other man telling him they had to break up.  That they couldn’t be together as they were publicly, and he had his career to think of.  That Olivier wasn’t enough to fight for and be with, no matter how happy they were together.  The car stopped a block down the street from Olivier’s home, the man having not spoken the entire time Andre was explaining as he tried to process what was happening.  But Andre had saved the most vital piece of information for last.  He was engaged to the daughter of one of his parent’s friends, and he was to be wed at the end of the upcoming week.  Olivier lost it right then, angry Andre had kept such a secret and was breaking his heart all in one go.  What he also failed to notice while they were having it out was his mother appearing on the sidewalk nearby, and overhearing enough of the shouted conversation to understand that her son was in love with another man.  Olivier got out of the car soon after, heartbroken and emotionally shattered as Andre drove off to never be seen again.  And then he got home.

He’d never seen his parents so solemn or so upset, and when his mother asked about the man in the car Olivier knew they had found out.  Already emotionally drained, He expected he was going to have to explain himself and braced for a long conversation, but what he wasn’t expecting at his admission that he was gay was for his father to immediately disown him.  Without any argument or fight, he was just told to get out and leave.  Olivier begged his parents to listen, to see that he was still their son no matter who he loved, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.  His father had never looked at him with such hatred in his eyes before, nor his mother with the disgust he saw there now.  He wasn’t even allowed to say goodbye to his siblings, just immediately cast out into the street with his belongings, and Olivier found himself without a family and the love of his life all in one day.  

Olivier wasn’t the same after that, quieter and less naive than before.  He took to being even more carefully observant of the people he knew, and just, devoted himself to his studies for the remainder of his year.  He ended up moving away to a different university after graduation, becoming a Philosophy professor.  That is at least, until the war started.  

He quickly joined the war effort, ending up a lot of places he wasn’t expecting, but growing close with his unit.  Olivier turned out to be a fierce fighter, an excellent marksman and wasn’t one to leave any of his comrades in danger alone if he could help it.  Olivier was a natural leader, and before long was the second in command of his unit, but the efforts in Africa kept failing, and he and his men ended up without orders,  in Cairo in waiting.  And then, finally, they were assigned to be with the British SAS.  And Olivier admittedly was excited about it.  They were obviously all insane, their leader Ciaran more than most, but Olivier was glad to be there.  It was easy to care about and look after these Brits just as he did his own unit, even if they were all likely certifiably insane and Olivier was pretty certain they were all going to die.  It was at least going to be a memorable death if it came, and in the meantime he would do what he could to help move their war effort onwards and end the war.  At least that was the plan before he woke up in Sydney

What was their fake life like : 

TBD

Location they work in:

Olivier works at the University of Sydney as a philosophy professor.

Wanted Connections:

I’d love to see his other brothers (hadn’t really picked a number, but one of them is coming in the future)

Any co-workers, friends

He is open for a ship

Quote:

“There is no great genius without a touch of madness.” ~Aristotle

[ash5monster01]

(I hope you don’t mind but this post inspired a little something in me because I live for tropes where each of the poets come to terms with Neil’s death)

Trapped in Time

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, grief, light swearing, all around sad, and I’m sorry.

Summary: after Neils death and Graduation the Dead Poets make sure to keep in touch, not wanting to risk losing another. They help each other through the grief and remind each other that the powerful play still goes on. When they discover Todd still struggles they band together to do the same for him.

Each of the Dead Poets found themselves in different places after graduation and college. Despite the distance they never lost touch and in the end it was a good thing. They had a shared life experience, one surrounded by turmoil and trauma. Not many people in the world went through what they did. They saw the light at the end of tunnel but before they could get to it they lost a friend, their teacher, and some of them a school. So when the torture of the future they tried so desperately to avoid came crushing down on them they had each other. The only issue being the distance keeping them from seeing things right away.

Luckily for Todd, Charlie had ended up in the city just like him. Todd kept his quiet persona but was less outspoken which worked in favor with Charlie’s still boisterous personality. Todd became an English professor at NYU and Charlie found himself on Wall Street, a shark in the business, his father no longer deeming him incompetent considering he was now more successful than him. Either way the two ended up having each other, only a 30 minute cab ride from the other’s apartment. They met weekly for dinner or lunch and it was always nice to have a familiar face.

Charlie had been uptown for work. Meeting with investors and attending fancy lunches and dinner shows. Basically kissing ass and praying they’d shake on the deal. He was also bitterly annoyed when he had to cancel lunch with Todd and make plans for dinner. This bothered him because Todd didn’t have any classes today and without Charlie he would never leave the house. Todd still needed to learn how to live a little and Charlie figured it was fate he ended up near him stead of any of the other poets. So Charlie with a permanent scowl walked beside his business partner in the Broadway district, annoyed he sat through an entire play just for the investors to say they were considering a different direction. So here he was stuck uptown, annoyed about work, and disappointed he missed lunch with his best friend for something as stupid as that.

“We didn’t need them anyways Charles, we have other investors” Benjamin, his business partner pried as he tried to keep up with him.

“I know, I’m just annoyed they wasted my time. I enjoy theater but that was torture” Charlie grunted, realizing twenty minutes into the show the investors were freaks and knew nothing about real entertainment.

“Yeah I could’ve gone my entire life without seeing that” he agreed, knowing full well he didn’t understand a damn thing that happened the entire time he watched the play.

“Idiots, all of them” suddenly Charlie stopped, Benjamin practically running in to him from trying to keep up the entire time.

“Woah, why we stopping?” Benjamin caught his balance and moved back from Charlie where he almost knocked him face first to the cement.

“Todd?” Benjamin looked up to see Charlie catching the attention of a blonde gentleman stepping out of the theater.

“Charlie, what’re you doing on Broadway?” Todd meekly asked, the brunette boy approaching him. Charlie assessed the situation, surprised to see Todd out, that was until he looked up at the sign above the theater. A Midsummer Nights Dream.

“I should be asking you the same thing” he said, trying to read any emotions coming from the boy. Todd went to speak but was caught of abruptly.

“Mr. Anderson, you forgot your coat” a theater worker rushed from the doors, holding out his jacket. Todd happily accepted it. “Maybe you wouldn’t forget it if you stayed till the end of the show for once”

“Thank you Margaret” Todd acknowledged her, wincing slightly that he was caught red handed by Charlie.

“Margaret” Charlie stopped the woman from walking away and she turned with a smile. “How long have you been putting on this show?”

“About a month and a half now. Mr. Anderson here enjoys it so much he comes once a week, sometimes twice if we’re lucky” Todd’s shoulders fell and Charlie nodded and thanked her as she disappeared back into the theater.

“Do you want to explain?” Charlie pressed, Todd struggling to make eye contact with him.

“You know I don’t” Charlie sighed, pressing a hand to his face. Benjamin stood confused but patiently waited nonetheless.

“Do you know how bad this looks? Todd why would you do this to yourself?” Charlie wanted to cry. He never ever wanted to relive that night again. To this day it was still the worst 24 hours of his life and here Todd was trying to relive it.

“I don’t know Charlie?! I just do” Benjamin was surprised to hear someone refer to the man as Charlie and not Charles. Sighing Charlie turned to his business partner.

“Head back to the office, let Clarice know to clear my schedule the rest of the day. I have to deal with this” Benjamin nodded, feeling he already peeked to far into Charlie’s personal life than he ever wanted too. With zero hesitation he rushed off, ready to finish his workday.

“I need you to explain this to me Todd, or else I can’t help you” Charlie pleaded and Todd sighed as he looked down to the coat in his arms.

“Can we at least sit down?” he asked and Charlie nodded, starting back on his pace as he bustled down the city sidewalks to a diner that was sure to appear. He grimaced at the Worlds Best Coffee sign in the window that every diner in this God forsaken city seemed to have.

“You want to explain it now?” Charlie asked as he went to take a sip of the worlds best coffee. Todd kept his gaze on the table, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“It started when you had to cancel lunch since something got messed up at work. I didn’t want to sit home so I went for a walk. That’s when I saw the sign. At first I wanted to run away but then I realized I hadn’t seen the play since that night. I practically knew it word for word since Neil made me run lines with him every chance we got. It felt like I watched it yesterday even though I hadn’t seen it in years” Charlie felt his heart tighten. They had all been at the play but Todd was the one who practiced with him. Todd played every part alongside Neil’s Puck.

“So you went inside?” Charlie egged on, needing to know the dark thoughts in the boys head. They all struggled with the shadow of grief, it’s overbearing weight crushing their shoulders over the smallest things. For Charlie it was soccer. Him and Neil had played together since children and after he died he never played or watched again.

“I figured it would be a good thing. Give myself a new memory but then the end came. It was Pucks big speech and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. That was Neil’s moment, I remember cheering so loud my lungs hurt, then I remembered it was pretty much the last thing I ever heard him say. So I ran out, too afraid to relive it” Todd said and this made Charlie more confused.

“If it was too hard why did you go back?” he asked, leaning forward on the table wanting to know where this was going.

“I wanted to find the strength to finish it. I never could though. After a while it became less about finishing it and more about getting lost in the play. Feeling like that 17 year old kid again who just saw his best friend follow his dreams. It felt like when Neil was still alive” this answer hit Charlie like a ton of bricks. This was torture and he had gone too long without realizing Todd was trapped in an endless cycle of torment.

“Todd-” Charlie held his face in his hands, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t prepared for this, this was worse then having nightmares about that night or crying when it all became too much.

“I know, I know I need to stop. It’s hard though, when I’m home with nothing to do I started remembering and getting upset and when I sit in that play for at least an hour it’s as if nothing ever happened” Todd told him and Charlie nodded, understanding wanting to feel like the people they were before tragedy struck.

“You can’t go back Todd, if you ever find yourself needing to go you call me. I’ll cancel whatever I’m doing, say it’s a family emergency because you’re the only family I have Todd and I can’t let this consume you” Todd nodded, feeling guilty for having kept this secret for so long.

“Okay, I promise” with a content nod Charlie accepted this answer, not needing to have anymore depressing conversation.

After they ate their meals and Charlie made sure Todd got home he found himself unable to stop thinking about what Todd had been doing. Tugging his tie from his neck and getting ready for bed he kept going over it, again and again, wanting to understand how he could put himself through that. Yet the longer he thought about it he realized how little closure they all got. The days after Neil’s death were filled with so many things. In a matter of a few days they went through losing a friend from suicide, a funeral, their teacher getting fired, and for Charlie, getting kicked out of school. Everyone was so focused on finding who to blame, including the Poets, that none of them ever came to terms with the fact that Neil was really gone. So with this in mind he came up with an idea.

Putting the plan together wasn’t hard. Using his connections he found a way. So even though Todd thought this was just a normal dinner for the two of them he actually had no idea what was to come. So Charlie knocked on his door, signature smirk proud on his face as he waited for Todd to open it.

“Hey Charlie-” Todd froze as he saw not only Charlie but Knox, Chris, Meeks, and Pitts standing behind him. “What’s this?”

“We’re all going to dinner, and a show” Charlie reached forward and Todd saw the familiar ticket in his hand. When Charlie had reached out to the boys and told them about what was happening they all agreed immediately to help Todd through this. After all every single one of them needed it too.

“I thought it was a bad idea” Todd said, already growing nervous at the thought.

“I did. I still do. Then I realized the reason you felt that way about the play was because you never got closure. None of us did. So we’re gonna stay to the end, and hopefully when we all get through it we will feel a bit better” Charlie said before stepping to the side and gesturing to follow them out. Todd nodded, still nervous as they left his apartment and made their way out to the loud streets.

It was like deja vu sitting in those seats all together again. Every single one of them remembered the night like yesterday. Charlie nearly jumped as the orchestra started in the pitch black of the theater. Knox squeezed Chris’ hand like his life depended on it. Todd tried to settle his nerves as they waited for it to start. When the actor who played Puck appeared it was as if the whole group couldn’t breathe. He had the same look in his eyes that Neil did all those years ago and Charlie felt himself begin to cry. Pitts and Meeks looked at him with sympathy as they all faced this nightmare together. Suddenly Todd’s hand appeared on Charlie’s back and gave it a comforting rub.

When the end of the play approached Charlie felt the air surrounding him thin. There it was, the feeling Todd had described. This was the last moment they saw their friend with a smile on his face. When he came out for that final bow and looked so fucking proud. Their friend who deserved the world and everything it had to offer because if anyone of them deserved to be in this world so did he. So Charlie sucked in a breath and kept his eyes on Todd who looked like he wanted to flee his seat. All six of them grabbed hands and prepared for it to end and the curtain to drop.

“If we have unearned luck. Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends” chills filled their bones as the last line was spoken and the curtain dropped. As Charlie turned to Todd he saw the boy absolutely broken, sobs raked his body. The boys all wrapped themselves around him in a hug. Bystanders clearly confused by their emotional behavior but this was a beautiful moment for the group. They faced their demons and they did it together.

“See Mr. Anderson, the end is beautiful” Margaret said as the exited the theater and he smiled at her.

“It really is, thank you Margaret” Todd told her and she waved as the group followed him out the doors.

“That was intense” Knox sighed, his arm wrapped tightly around his wife.

“I never realized how heavy that moment was until now” Meeks muttered pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Neil would’ve loved this, going to Broadway and seeing the shows. Hell even being in them” Charlie said and the group nodded as they reminisced their friend.

“He’s with us now, I know it” Pitts smiled and Todd looked up at the sky, barely any stars visible, a violet haze around the earth.

“He changed my life, I wish he would’ve stuck around to see how it turned out” Todd muttered and Charlie tugged him in a hug, thankful he could help his friend.

“He was my best friend, my first friend. The only guy who put up with me until I met you dorks” Charlie said as he pulled away.

“His heart was too big, he would’ve given each of us the world if he could” Knox told them and Chris smiled, never having met their beloved friend. But she remembered him in that play, it was the best local theater she had ever seen and despite not knowing him she knew he would’ve changed the world.

“To Neil, and us. Remember the powerful play goes on and we may contribute a verse”

headcanon that todd goes to see every adaptation of midsummer's night dream as an adult. he leaves the theater before the end every time.

[learningselflove]

Your partner in life should be an extension of who you are. 

It took me some time to figure that out.  

I’m definitely glad that I ended up with someone who encourages me to be the best version of myself. However, I look back on past relationships and laugh about them. They’re not all bad people, but we definitely wouldn’t have worked out. I’ve had four meaningful relationships which include the one I’m in now. By meaningful, I mean we called it an official relationship where I learned something valuable about myself through each one. Each relationship was an experience that changed me as a person. I was changed for the better. Each one built my self confidence and I learned how to be a better partner.  

When I was thirteen, my best friend told the boy I liked that I had a crush on him. I was mortified. I met him when we were 8. I was very close friends with his older cousin. We met at her birthday party at the end of July. It was muggy. All the kids found relief from the hot dense summer air n the pool. We were drawn to one another because we were both the youngest ones there. I was thrilled to have a new friend.  

We found each other again in middle school. I was still mourning the loss of my mom. I was painfully shy. I was very quiet in class. I never spoke to teachers unless I was spoken to first. He was similar. He was also quiet. That’s what I liked about him. I appreciated that we had similar personalities but I also admired his long, wavy brown hair, freckles and soft brown eyes.  

We were friendly at a distance until 8th grade. We were assigned at a table together with my best friend. We exchanged phone numbers. He knew that I liked him but he was kind to me anyway. Shortly after, we started to text each other. We would ask each other questions and try to get to know each other. “Are you religious?” I asked. He responded in a way that implied he believed in God but didn’t elaborate on his faith. I didn’t think much of it. I was questioning my own faith during these years. It had only been two years since I lost my mom and I felt like God couldn’t exist if He was going to leave a child without a mother. He said something along the lines of that he believed in God but didn’t make it a part of his every day life.  

It wasn’t long after that he became my first boyfriend. We spent four whole months together (That may as well have been four years in terms of middle school relationships!). He was my first kiss. I spent as much time as possible with him when we weren’t at school.  

On our four month anniversary he texted me that we needed to break up. I never really received an explanation other than, “Jesus told me to.” What kind of response was that? It broke me. I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought I was some sort of evil heathen. Society and Catholicism made me feel immense guilt if I didn't believe. I thought my dating life was over at 14.  

I reflect on it now and laugh. Honestly, it still bothers me that I never got an explanation further than that. It also bothers me that we never spoke again. But it is also important for me to remember that we wouldn’t have been compatible in the long run. I was an atheist and he was in a religious youth group. Some people have managed to make differences like that work somehow, but it couldn’t work for me.  

I have really refined my values in what I was looking for in a partner. I owe a lot of that to finding my self worth. When you’re putting negativity out there, it will also come to you. When I was 20, I went through some major changes. I was no longer in the comfort zone of high school. I was a young adult who was trying to figure out her purpose in life. I met the partner I could only dream of at a time I didn’t expect. We met in cosmetology school. You couldn’t convince me that I’d find my future husband in cosmetology school when I started.  

He is my motivator. He makes me feel beautiful. He also lives the saying of “if he wants to, he will”. Before we lived together, he would text me “good morning” every single day. It’s the little actions like that that show me he cares. When you’re with someone who cheers you on at every milestone, you feel good about yourself. My partner makes me excited to go through life with him. I truly found my other half. He is an extension of myself.