#and when I went to complain about it to the principal he told me to write a letter despite the fact I was right there

[seat-safety-switch]

Here's the thing about kids: they'll work really hard, for not a lot of money. Child labour has been an essential component of the gettin'-stuff infrastructure since children were invented, and I figured it was high time I got my cut, too.

As opposed as I am to private high schools (they cost money,) I can't resist a chance to convince my parole officer I am indeed applying to jobs. And so it was that fateful morning when I got hired to replace Ms. Nettles, the former drama teacher, after she got in her Gremlin X and left the country entirely rather than do another minute of educating the leaders of tomorrow. The pay was shit, sure, but "theatre teacher" sounds a lot better in a courtroom than "freelance scumbag."

For the first couple days, it really wasn't that bad. Band/drama kids, like when I was in high school, were largely self-organizing. They built their own sets. They read the textbook and did their own exercises. They didn't complain too much when I told them that my "method" was to sit in the dimly-lit back of the room, put on dark glasses, and sleep while they worked hard to rehearse the big play. As far as they knew, all this was normal. Until it wasn't.

On the night of the big play, I dressed up. I did the gladhanding. The principal in particular was greatly impressed, telling me that he has heard fantastic things about my students and I was likely to be lifted aloft as a god of entertainment, eligible for a $0.25 cent per hour raise (not including grading, prep, and commute time) and revered forever. Just as long as the class production of Atlas Shrugged went off without a hitch.

Here's the thing about child labour, though: it's cheap for a reason. Turns out, without me being there to teach them what to do, the kids actually read the book. And then they got mad at each other about the book, and they decided to do their own version. If I had been awake at any point during class over the last four months, I probably could have stopped the development of, or at least the staging of, Atlas Fucked.

Things could have gone worse. I managed to pivot blame onto their free-thinking history teacher, who was no doubt filling their minds with Communist indoctrination, and slipped out the back door. A new drama teacher would replace me, ready to put on a production where the kids (and by extension their parents) could be told the things they already believed. I didn't leave empty-handed, though. In addition to the meagre salary I extracted, I also got to loot the principal's office while he was busy watching the show. Got a pretty nice stapler.

[sebscore]

can you write how that dinner that the drivers had for seb last year would have been with yn there??? love your writing

THE LAST SUPPER

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader 

warnings: mention of the time seb killed a bird on accident. mention of christian horner.

author's note: i feel like this one is long overdue? Idk, i should have written this one a long time ago but it's finally here!! thanks for the request, and thank you for loving my work! hope you like this one as well, darling! x

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''Still can't believe you killed a bird.'' Alex shook his head as Sebastian finished his story about the time he accidentally shot Christian Horner's former wife's favourite bird when he visited his former team principal's home. 

''I didn't do it on purpose!'' Sebastian continued defending himself. ''Let's move onto something different, please.'' 

Nicholas pointed at the young woman in front of him. ''Y/N must have some great stories about Seb, you've known him for a long time, right?'' 

''Come on, Nicky! You can't put me on the spot like that.'' She chuckled, the eyes of all her colleagues on her making the pressure for a good story even higher. 

She momentarily glanced at Sebastian as if asking for permission to reveal some of the personal moments they had experienced over the years. He seemed to get what her eyes were saying, giving her a small nod. 

''Uh,'' she collected her thoughts, quickly wanting to get something out, ''Oh! There was this one time- it must have been like 9 or 10 years ago- me and Seb went for ice-cream after I had won some karting race, and he ordered for the both of us, and we sat down at one of the tables, and the waitress gave us our ice-cream and she said something like 'Oh, you two are so cute! I always love it when fathers come in with their daughters!' She thought Seb was my dad.'' 

By the time she finished her story, the entire table was laughing at the waitress mistaking Sebastian as Y/N's father. Meanwhile, the Aston Martin driver's cheeks coloured red at the embarrassing memory. 

''Weren't you like in your mid-twenties or something?'' Charles said, his voice an octave higher because of the laughter. 

Sebastian defeatedly nodded his head, causing more chaos at the table. ''I don't know what she was thinking- an older brother? Okay, I would have understood that, but her father? Come on.'' 

''The entire way back he kept complaining about it 'Y/N, I don't look that old, right? I don't look like I could be your father, right? Is it my hair? My clothes?' He just kept going.'' The young woman continued, enjoying the drivers' reaction to the story. 

Mick put his hand on Sebastian's shoulder. ''It probably was your clothes.'' He told his friend, matter-of-factly. 

''Yeah, it wasn't too great back then.'' Lewis agreed with Mick, remembering some of the things the German would wear back in those days. 

''No, I think it was the hair.'' Fernando chimed in, a villainous smirk on his face. 

Daniel nodded to the Spaniard's words. ''Yeah, definitely the hair! I remember it, very dad-like.'' He continued the teasing. 

''Hey, hey! Isn't the purpose of this dinner to celebrate me and my career? This isn't supposed to be a roast.'' Sebastian interjected, having heard enough about the various humorous insults thrown at him. 

Y/N lightly pushed his arm. ''Please, you were loving it! You didn't even correct the poor lady.'' Sebastian had simply stared at the waitress, while the young girl had hid her face behind a napkin as she tried to hold in her giggles at the misconception.

At her words, Sebastian lowered his head and a blush appeared on his face again. ''He was loving it! Look at him!'' George exclaimed, pointing his finger at the older man. 

''No, no, '' the German shook his head, waving his hands, ''I was just too- oh, whatever.'' He gave up his attempt at explaining himself, the drivers were too immersed in the teasing that they wouldn't believe him either way. 

''Hey,'' Y/N put her hand on Sebastian's shoulder, ''I get it, I would also love to have a daughter like me.'' She batted her eyelashes. 

''Now don't flatter yourself.'' 

''Y/N, you want to take a taxi with me and Mick?'' Lando asked her, a hopeful glance in his eyes yet a nonchalant demeanor.   

A soft smile appeared on her face, gently nodding her head. ''Yeah, that might be easier.'' She chuckled, the three of them stayed at the same hotel and it would be more convenient for them to take the same car. 

''Great.'' He smiled, turning around to join the other drivers in the lobby where they could grab their coats and call their chauffeurs. Y/N was about to follow Lando, but a faint call of her name stopped her in her tracks. 

''Yes?'' She turned around, meeting the eyes of Lewis and Sebastian. 

The Brit's hands fiddled with his phone. ''Would you, uh, take a picture of us?'' The nervousness in his voice was a rare thing, Lewis always oozed confidence. 

A big smile creeped onto her face, taking a few steps forward to take his phone. ''Of course.'' Y/N tried withholding herself from letting out a giggle, not wanting to embarrass the two men for acting so sweet with each other. 

The two World Champions awkwardly glanced at each other, trying to figure out how to pose for the picture. Y/N patiently waited for them, the phone ready in her hand. 

Eventually, they opted to clasp their hands in front of them and to simply stand next to one another. ''We're ready.'' Lewis confirmed with a nod of his head, while Sebastian adjusted his headband. 

She held the phone up vertically and snapped a few photos so there were more options to choose from would Lewis want to post them. 

Y/N frowned as she looked at the pictures- something wasn't right. 

''What is it?'' Sebastian asked her, noticing the muddled look on her face. 

She opened her mouth, but wasn't sure how to properly communicate her thoughts to them. ''It's just that, uh, it looks a bit… weird- I don't know.'' 

''What do you mean weird?'' Lewis said, confused by her answer. 

She motioned her hand between the two of them. ''You guys have known each other since you were teenagers, you've been friends for so long and have gone through so much together- this picture doesn't say that.'' Y/N clarified, out of breath as she finished her sentence. 

The two men found each other's eyes, understanding what she was saying. They met as young boys and had grown into mature men. Something glistened in their gazes, something only they understood; we've come a long way, haven't we? 

Lewis made the first move, firmly putting his hand on Seb's shoulder, a more genuine grin on his face now. Sebastian mirrored his smile and his hand found Lewis' lower back. 

Y/N could see the awkwardness leaving their bodies and held up the phone again, snapping a picture which would be liked by millions of people in a few hours. 

''Perfect!''

She showed them the photo, smirking as gentle smiles covered their faces, satisfied with the result. ''Thanks, darling.''

The withheld giggle from earlier managed to finally escape her mouth, resulting in puzzled looks from the two drivers in front of her. ''What are you laughing at?'' Sebastian asked, amused. 

Y/N shook her head, handing Lewis his phone back. “Nothing, it’s just,” she turned back around, ready to go join the other drivers, ''you two are so cute.''

The young lady didn't wait for the two men to follow her, not wanting to see their reaction to the sentiment she just told them. Meanwhile, Lewis and Sebastian admiringly watched her leave. They knew how much they meant to her, she had expressed it several times over the years. 

''We'll let her get away with that one.'' 

lewishamilton We've come a long way as drivers and continue to grow as men. Despite whatever may happen on the track we grow and become better each day. Us all coming together to celebrate life and Seb's amazing career in F1 is truly a night I'll never forget. 

📸 @/yourusername

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[russellsppttemplates]

hi I love your writing so much

can u write a blurb of max and Julia and fin where they got in trouble at school and reader and max got called called for a parent’s meeting

Cw: kid being bullied

Note: thank you ✨️

"Did you notice anything weird lately?", you asked Max as he parked the car, "nope, they have been fine, they don't complain about anything, I'm not sure why they did this", he said, holding your hand once you were out of the car and walking into the school. After a quick chat with the secretary at the front to let the principal know you were there, you were welcomed to the office, Julia and Finn sitting in the chairs, feet swinging since they couldn't reach the floor.

"Thank you for coming", the principal said, shaking your and Max's hand, "I think it's best if they explains why I called you here", he said, sitting down as you did the same, facing your kids.

"We were in the playground, and we noticed there was a group of boys being mean to Lyla - she's the new girl I told you about, mama -, and they were calling her those words you told us were mean and bad", Julia said, "so I went up to Finn and his friends because I thought they could help since the boys calling her names were from the year behind them", your daughter reasoned.

"I went there with my friends to talk and then they took our football", Finn continued, "because of that, I tried to go get the ball back and when the other boy wad dribbling away from me, I ran and I nudged the ball as he was kicking it so the ball went on the window and it shattered", Finn said.

By the way your husband was closing his fists, you figured he was thinking about the same things and worried about the same issue as you, a different worry from the principal it seemed.

"I know I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry that I broke the window", Finn turned to the principal, "and I'm sorry if we disappointed you, but we wasn't going to let them carry on!", Julia reasoned as you and Max looked at both of them.

"We have also spoken to the other kids' parents, you were the last ones. Fortunately, it was the cleaning supplies' closet and no ine was there, so no one got hurt", the principal attempted to gain your attention as you both kept looking at your kids.

"Both me and my wife appreciate you telling us, but the only issue here is that you're allowing this in your school. We can pay for the window if that is your problem, but I'd like you to reflect on the whole situation", Max stated calmly.

"As you can imagine, we don't always have control of everything", the principal excused himself.

"Me or my husband won't apologise for what happened. Like you said, no one was harmed, but you should look into paying more attention to Lyla, it's not the first time it was brought to my attention that the little girl is being bullied and no adult seems to be worried about it, when that is in fact where your worry should be", you followed, tone stern and convict.

Leaving the money they asked for the repair, you and Max split up to go with each kid to their classrooms and get their backpacks, "I'm sorry they were mean Lyla, my love, but you did well in defending hour friend, it's a shame they didn't listen to you", you said as you looked at Finn towards the end of the sentence.

"It's not fair", Finn complained, "this principal isn't nice, I don't like him", he pouted.

"Finn, sometimes things don't go our way, and we shouldn't say that about people, okay?", Max lectured as he drove home, squeezing your thigh ans whispering, "as much as I believe what I just said, I have to agree. Since they changed principal, the priorities have been a bit all over tha place", he commented, "might be a good time to reconsider schools", you noted.

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

[mazzystar24]

You could tell my having gone to mostly white schools in the past trauma popped out there because the amount of times that fucking word “teasing” gets told to people experiencing racism is unreal and that’s not even mentioning the amount of times that now as an adult you’ll hear it from people in your friend groups who’ll claim you’re overreacting

Saying racism is TEASING or immaturity isn’t the same thing as flat out repeating multiple times that Gerrard is the worst version of a human and saying that he MADE FUN OF the minorities

Teasing means to PLAYFULLY make fun of

Make fun of by itself is to RIDICULE OR MOCK ANOTHER PERSON TO MAKE THEM THE BUTT OF THE JOKE

That’s why racists make fun of people they don’t “tease” because teasing implies playfulness while make fun of implies ridicule or mockery

Do I need to give you an English lesson????

So yes Ryan saying that captain Gerrard made fun of Tommy and buck and chimney isn’t the same thing as Lou plain downplaying what Tommy did in the flashback eps

Certain white people in this fandom are actually gonna drive me insane everytime the racism topic gets bought up (they said butters my biscuit yes Ik theyre white🤭🤭)

For real tho in all seriousness like where is the sense

Also saying that Lou said it in a cameo which you emphasised in all caps vs Ryan saying it in an interview is really proving the opposite of the point you wanna make cos in an interview you can get caught off guard or stumble over words and it’s on the record (not that Ryan did because he again said MADE FUN OF HE DIDNT SAY TEASING OR DOWNPLAY IT IN ANY WAY) but in a cameo that you don’t have to do but are choosing to do and that you can reshoot as many times and prepare your words however you want beforehand? Yeah exactly you are proving the opposite of what you want which is that you can pull ten million excuses but fact of the matter is a white actor addressing his characters past participation in racism shouldve considered his words more

Anyways I’m not even tagging this past discourse tags cos I legit just wanted to rant at the stupidity of some posts I come across

[medusapelagia]

06 The celebratory tour

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Who did this?" ) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: reality show) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: violence, hospital, blood and injuries, dark Eddie Munson, homophobia Words: 1605

When Eddie decided to agree to his manager's proposition and film a reality show about his life he was way too naive.

Steve tried to talk him out of that idea, but Corroded Coffin hadn't released a new album in five years and they were ready to publish a celebratory album with a couple of new songs and the reality show seemed like the perfect way of rekindle their fans' enthusiasm by giving them a glimpse of their lives.

What Eddie hadn't taken into account was that if Gareth and Jeff had lovely families, two children each and a wonderful wife, Eddie's and Freak's relationship status was… different.

Freak was always looking for the right woman, changing girlfriends like they were clothes, and that wasn't exactly a good look. Many feminist reporters criticized Freak's attitude toward women, but that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that Eddie was in a lovely and fulfilled relationship with another man. And if many of their longtime fans already suspected that the famous Steve, who was always helping backstage, was something more than a good friend, having their relationship filmed and broadcast at eight o'clock in the evening was a huge disaster.

Numerous homophobic parents sent complaining letters to the producer for showing in prime time something disgusting as a homoerotic relationship between two men, and Steve's job as a middle school teacher was deeply affected by the media frenzy.

His principal was very sorry when he told him that he must let him go because numerous parents were worried about having a homosexual teacher in their kids' classroom even if Steve was the most loved teacher in the entire school.

And to make things even worse, Steve never complained. Not to the principal, not to Eddie. He just shrugged and closed himself in his room for the night and came back with a fake bright smile the next day, ready to shoot the second season.

"I'm not ashamed of who I am, and I'm not ashamed of you," Steve told Eddie, while one of the numerous cameras hidden in their home recorded the exchange, "And I won't let anyone let me feel bad about loving someone so deeply as I love you."

That exchange became the most famous clip of their entire reality show series. It was posted on every social media, causing a huge fight between queer rights fighters and homophobes.

T-shirts with the sentence, 'I'm not ashamed of who I am, and I'm not ashamed of you' started to appear at every pride in the County, and some people even tattooed that phrase on their bodies.

Eddie and Steve did their best to avoid the mediatic circus around their relationship, and while Gareth tried his best to move the attention's spot toward himself and his newborn kid, the third and finally a girl for his wife's happiness, but somehow in every talk show sooner or later someone started to talk about them and their relationship, and the circus starts again, and again, in an infinite circle.

Thank god in a couple of days Eddie is going to start the celebratory tour with the Corroded Coffin, and Steve is going to take a deserved holiday with Robin to relax a bit.

Eddie is in the kitchen, stirring the secret sauce Steve's granny taught him, when he hears the door creaking open. Turning his head toward the clock he realized that’s pretty soon, Steve went on his daily run just fifteen minutes ago.

"Did it start to rain?" Eddie asks from the kitchen, stirring his sauce to make sure it won't explode, and stain the entire kitchen with tomato sauce, but Steve doesn't reply.

"Sweetheart?" He tries again, looking out of the window, but even if it's cloudy the streets are dry.

"Steve?" Eddie calls a third time, anxiety crawling up his skin.

Their room's door slams close and Eddie turns off the gas, not caring if it will compromise his sauce, and walks toward their room, knocking softly on the wood.

"Hey Steve, are you ok? I thought you were going for your run."

"Can you leave me the fuck alone for once?!"

Eddie freezes. Steve never yelled at him in a twenty-year-long relationship. Something is wrong. Something is deeply wrong.

"I’m coming in, ok?"

"Don't!"

"I just want to talk and I can't talk with you behind a door, can I?"

There's a long moment of silence before Steve moves toward the door, unlocking it, "Just... don't freak out, ok?"

That sounds even worse, now Eddie is definitely panicking, but he does his best not to slam the door open and rush inside. The room is dark and the only light comes from their ensuite bathroom, where some balls of cotton stained with blood are resting on the counter.

"What happened?" Eddie asks, stepping closer to Steve slowly, not to startle him.

"Nothing."

"Steve..." Eddie calls his name softly, making him turn towards him and he sees it: a big cut on Steve's eyebrow is gushing blood, his right eye is a dark purple and is getting swollen by the moment.

"Who did this?" Eddie asks, grabbing Steve's chin to turn his face and taking in all his injuries.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine. Someone punched you in the face and we're going to the ER right now, but I want to know who did it!"

"I'm good. I don't need to go to the ER." Steve replies, tapping some cotton with antiseptic on the cut on his eyebrow.

"Sweetheart, that cut needs stitches, at least three, and you have a history of concussions so I'm not going to take any risk. Now, you can get into the car and let me drive you to the hospital, or you can put up a fight and make me call an ambulance. What's going to be?"

Steve glares at him with the only eye he can keep open and begrudgingly follows him toward the garage.

If there's something that having four, now five, nieces and nephews has taught Eddie is that the secret is to remain calm while comforting the injured part, so he gently pats Steve's knees, reassuring him that they will be out of the hospital in no time with some cool stitches.

"Do you want me to call Robin?"

"No. She'll panic."

"She'll panic anyway. Don't you think it would be better if we call her so she can see you and assess the damages?"

"I'm not an object." Steve snarls back, his face turned toward the window.

"Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Got into a fight."

"With who?"

"People."

"People? More than one person?" Eddie yelps.

"It's fine. I'm fine. I'll get my stitches and everything will be ok."

Eddie nods, parking the car as close to the hospital as he can, and getting to the ER. When the woman at the counter recognizes him he's not ashamed of using his fame to help Steve see a doctor faster without him knowing it.

When the nurse guides Steve on the other side of the sliding doors Eddie calls Robin, telling her what happened and asking her to join them as soon as she can.

He's still wondering what happened when Gareth sends him a WhatsApp, "Is Steve ok?"

Eddie frowns, wondering how he knows it, but his questions are quickly answered with his second message, a link to a blurry video of three men surrounding Steve and hitting him, screaming slurs against him.

One of the men yells that he's disgusted the school let a faggot like him teach to his kid, while he kicks him in the stomach.

Eddie immediately hides the phone when he sees that Steve is getting out. A mild concussion, three stitches, and two cracked ribs whose only cure is a lot of rest and some painkillers.

When Robin joins them, Eddie asks her to drive Steve home, while he goes to grab his medicines.

Steve stares at him as if he knew that Eddie is hiding something, but he's high on painkillers so he doesn't complain too much when Robin gently grabs his arm and drags him toward his car, while Eddie quickly grabs Steve's meds and calls Dustin.

"Can you find me an address?"

"Eddie, it's a crime and…"

"Someone assaulted Steve when he was on his run. I think one of them is the father of one of his kids."

"Oh my god, is he ok?"

"The address, Dustin."

"Fuck. Ok. Tell me what you know."

***

Before becoming famous Eddie had lived in the trailer park with his uncle for years, and even if he never really got into trouble, he definitely learned a thing or two about threatening people and handling weapons.

He makes sure the man is home alone before breaking in from the window and pushing him against the wall, a switchblade at his neck.

"Listen to me carefully. If you or any one of your friends put a hand on my husband again, I'll make sure that's the last thing you'll ever do."

"You can't do that. I'll report you and…"

"And what? Will you admit that you assaulted an unarmed man who was running down the street? And what would your friends think of you if they knew a fucking faggot got you against the wall and threaten you?" he hisses slowly, pressing his blade just enough to make him bleed a little.

The man stares at him with wide eyes, sweating profusely.

Eddie kicks him the balls for good measure, before leaving from the window to get back to his husband.

The celebration tour will have to wait.

[hazelchooseme]

The beginning | Hazel Callahan

You need help from the club so you are going to ask them.

English is not my first language.

this is going to be a series (hopefully)

Song recommendation: Girls Make Me Wanna Die by The Aces (Hazel coded fight me)

Enjoy 🌱

When you talked about the problem with your teacher, he recommended them to you. It's not like you haven't considered it, but they were honestly kind of intimidating. But in desperate times desperate solutions. And now you needed their help. Cheering yourself up, you opened the gym door at the same time someone fell painfully to the floor with a hollow sound.

"Suck my pussy, Sylvie!" PJ screamed at the top of her lungs.

With unsteady steps you approached them.

"Hi" you spoke with a soft voice.

They all stopped watching PJ's obscene dance celebration and turned to look at you. Even Sylvie who was still laying on the floor.

"I need your help"

"And this one?" PJ asked in confussion looking at you up and down. "Nevermind you are hot" She approached you moving her hair. "What does my lady need me for?" she asked with a flirtatious voice.

You looked around for help.

"Leave her alone" Josie pushed PJ away from you and stood in front of you. "Hi, I'm Josie, you say the you need our help?"

"I know who you guys are" You said looking around at the familiar faces.

"So you knew my name" PJ asked in a flirtatious voice, again.

"Shut up" Josie said as she pulled PJ's ponytail.

"You killed the Huntington guys" you began to explain "My ex... He's been a pain in my ass since I break up with him. He doesn't stop calling or texting me, he has even followed me to my house several times. I don't know what to do. I went to the principal but he told me I shouldn't have broken his heart"

"You want us to do the same thing that we did to those Huntington guys?" Josie asked confused.

"I'm in"

"Shut up Sylvie and get up you're going to choke on your blood" PJ looked at you with a smile "It would be a pleasure to kill for you"

"No, it wouldn't be, wait. We can't kill more people" Josie's exaggerated gestures were kind of funny but you didn't laugh. "We wouldn't even know how, that time it was an accident"

"But it was funny" Stella remembered.

"I didn't say it wasn't, cause I enjoyed it. But we can't kill people... Or more people"

"What about just hurting him" You were sure that the one who just spoke was called Hazel. "Like... Something that is not going to kill him but that is going to cause him intolerable pain"

They were silent for what seemed like minutes.

"Well, it doesn't involve murder so why not?" PJ said as the others shook their heads in approval.

"Now we are gonna end up in prison" Josie complained quietly.

"You know that men think that women are not capable of things like that, we will be fine, don't be a bitch" PJ made everyone sit on the floor "We need a plan, a strategy, something that makes us look smart."

"What about a bomb under his car" Isabel suggested.

"We cannot repeat script, boooring" The one with the ponytail complained.

"What about under his bed?" Brittany said.

"Now we are talking"

"We just said no murders" Josie shouted. "We are gonna help you just... We need time to think of something... legal"

"Boring"

Ignoring PJ Josie turned to see you "Where do you live?"

"Near the store that sells drugs and food for flamingos"

"Perfect" she clapped "Hazel will walk home with you in case your ex shows up"

"Why me?" she asked looking up.

"Because you also live near that store"

"Not so close actually"

"Hazel!"

The two had a strange staring contest where it seemed like they were communicating.

Suddenly Hazel began to nod her head, making her hair strands move in a somewhat hypnotizing way. Wait what? "Ah! that's true, I practically live inside the store, it will be fine, we can go... together. Yes. If you want, cause I want if you want. If you don't want to, that's fine too. Yes"

"Stop" Annie coughed under her breath.

"Smooth" Sylvie scoffed.

What had you gotten yourself into?

[ashsd3ad]

# being gojo satoru’s therapist.

word count: 2.5k-ish

some angst (suicide is mentioned very briefly), no use of y/n, cursing, female!reader, idiots unknowingly pining for each other, emotionally constipated gojo

it was so fucking stupid, he didn’t need any of this. he’s the strongest sorcerer of the modern era for god’s sake.

why on earth was he being forced to see a goddamn therapist?

upon yaga’s request- well, demand actually, he was required to see a shrink because, as the principal worded it, he needed ‘a lot of fucking help’.

of course, he refused at first.

thee satoru gojo in a shrink’s office? what was that, some twisted fucking joke?

sadly for him though, yaga decided to put his foot down and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. he threatened the snowy haired man to take away his teaching job if he didn’t get the help he apparently desperately needed.

so it began, satoru gojo’s journey with his therapist.

over the course of a couple of months, satoru had grown accustomed to his routine with his therapist.

he met up with her in her cozy little office, she tried to make the conversation about his feelings and he’d redirect it to something else entirely, mainly complaining about higher ups in his field.

that always earned him a look, but she never forced him to share his inner monologues with her.

she couldn’t do that even if she wanted to anyways, he wouldn’t let her.

all of this led to an unlikely.. friendship?

well, satoru wouldn’t exactly call it a friendship, but it was.. something.

that day, was no different than their usual meetings.

a tall and lean figure made its way into her office and sat on the comfortable armchair in front of her about 30 minutes prior, but all she got from him up until that point were silences and changes of subject.

“and how did that make you feel?” god here she went again with that stupid fucking question.

satoru sighed, stretching his legs and arms a little.

sometimes she forgot how massive he actually was.

the woman briefly averted her eyes, looking everywhere but at his stupidly stunning figure, afraid yet another crack would appear in her professional persona.

she’d tell herself it wasn’t her fault, it was only natural after all! he was just very nice to look at.

she could be pretty dense, for a therapist.

“you worry too much,” he said casually, albeit a little irritated, after some back and forth. for some reason he couldn’t quite understand, his mood wasn’t the best that day, but he still tried to keep his usual laid back attitude, hiding the annoyance behind a pout. for her sake.

“i’ve told you countless times, i’m here just because i was basically forced, nothing is actually wrong with me.. if yaga didn’t constantly check in with you, i wouldn’t even attend our ‘sessions’ in the first place”.

well.. if he had to be completely honest, satoru had told only half the truth.

he attended their meetings also because his therapist was a very pretty sight to look at, and surprisingly interesting to talk to (when she wasn’t trying to pry into his feelings, that is.)

satoru was more than aware she was only trying to do her job, he really was. he just.. didn’t care, so he decided he was going to make it her problem. maybe he’d manage to get her to her wits end and she’d finally give up on him.

‘please don’t give up on me’

gojo leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees. a playful smile took over his previously pouty lips as he said something along the lines of ‘why don’t we talk about YOUR feelings instead?’.

maybe he could joke his way out of this? he hoped he could.

his therapist sighs, scrunching her nose and pinching the bridge of it slightly. cute.

“we don’t talk about my feelings because i am your therapist, not the other way around, gojo” she countered, trying to keep the conversation as workplace appropriate as possible, suppressing the urge to headbutt the stubbron (and gorgeous) man in front of her.

the woman was very proud of her skills as a therapist, so much so that the lack of progress with this peculiar snowy haired man left her particularly dissatisfied, so she started putting slightly more effort than usual in trying to crack his façade, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“and, for your information, i do worry about you for a reason” she continued, voice firm, stern even.

‘she really worries about me?’

“judging by the very limited amount of insight on yourself you’ve provided me, you really do need someone to talk to about your feelings” his pretty therapist added, looking at him straight in the eyes.

she looked like she wanted to obliterate his sunglasses with her mind.

‘don’t look at me like that’

feelings feelings feelings, he was so tired of hearing her going on about them.

after that statement his mood quickly worsened even more, his face fading in a cold, borderline cynical, front.

‘well, thats a first’ she thought to herself, a little taken aback.

satoru had been curious about what exactly she saw in him from day one. was it concern? pity?

‘i don’t want her pity’

whatever it was, it was a waste of time on both ends.

"i see" he hummed thoughtfully as he tapped his fingers against his knee, pondering on his next words. "can I ask you something?"

“sure, go ahead” she answered calmly, a bit of unsureness and skepticism detectable in her voice given the sudden shift in his character.

satoru seemed to stare right through her for a few moments. his gaze was cold and unmoving, his eyes felt like they were piercing hers in a way that no other client's ever has.

“have you ever considered…” he begins slowly, voice low “that you might not be as good at this job as you think you are?”

his words were sharp, each one chosen with great intent. there was something behind his eyes that both fascinated and terrified her.

‘im sorry’

her eyes widened momentarily at his question.

a flash of annoyance, maybe even anger, thundering in them as her eyebrows furrowed, her lips parting to throw an equally biting remark back at him.

be professional.

she took a deep breath and crossed one leg over the other, speaking calmly once again.

“if you want to criticise my skills you’re free to do so, even though you’re not qualified to do so” the woman retorted.

“and if you want a different therapist you’re more than free to ask mr. yaga” her words did have a little edge to them, but she still managed to keep most of her composure.

before the man in front of her could get a word in, she added one more thing.

“but from my perspective, a therapist’s perspective, you do need one” she said as she tapped her heeled foot on the ground.

‘i know i need help’

‘help me please’

satoru pondered for a couple of seconds, then he chuckled humourlessly as he leaned back in his chair.

his face was stoic, similar to a statue, and his eyes lacked their usual shininess, almost looking muddy.

not that she’d noticed anyways, considering they were hidden behind his glasses.

there was an intensity to his gaze though, one that made even just looking at him feel as if she was under a microscope.

"I think you're taking this too personally." he hums, mocking her ever so slightly.

"i’m not criticising your skills per se, all I'm saying is..." he pauses for a moment, considering how best to say it. "even a blind man could see your ‘concern’ for me runs deeper than the usual pity you feel for all your patients”

“you must think i’m really fucking pathetic, huh?”

what the fuck was he going on about?

“my concern for you, or any other patient for the matter, is not based on pity in the first place, gojo” she looked at him, her face bewildered.

“you think i pity you?” she raised both her eyebrows in question, the incredulous expression still on her face.

satoru chuckles. though the sound is soft and quiet, delightful to hear, something about its sweetness makes it bone chilling.

nonetheless, this made her excited.

it was the widest range of emotions he’d ever shown her.

‘im breaking through!’

“do you not?” he asks, shifting in his chair, and leaning back in it once again, folding his arms over his broad chest.

“why else would you be trying as hard as you are to ‘fix’ me?” he asks, a frown stretched across his gorgeous face.

“i’m just a client like any other, but yet here you are! trying your damn hardest to change me.”

ah, so he did noticed her extra effort huh. fuck.

still, who the hell put the idea she pitied him into his stupid head?

“i do not pity you, gojo. i’ve seen patients far worse than you are” she said, almost sounding a little defensive.

“and i’m not trying to ‘fix you’, or change you for that matter! that is not my job!” she exclaimed, a smidge too loud, massaging her temple with one of her hands immediately after. probably to chase away the growing headache he’d given her.

‘i managed to piss off my own therapist what the fuck is wrong with me and why do i even care?’

before he was completely swallowed by his self deprecating thoughts, her voice brought him back once again, like a saving grace.

“my job is helping patients navigate through their emotions, using methods that are tailored perfectly for them” she explained.

“i communicate with my patients to help them find a way to process their feelings that works for them. i do not pity them, i just help them” she paused “..or, well, try to. if they let me” the woman concluded, face serious.

his face twists in distaste as he listened to her speak. bullshit.

“that’s the thing though,” he responds slowly “i don’t need help with that”

the man pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, finally meeting her eyes properly.

‘he’s so pretty’

“you think I need your little ‘tools’? or to talk about my feelings??” he said, annoyance lacing his voice.

“i have always known how to process my emotions. I don’t need you to teach me how. i’m. fine.”

she barely held back the urge to scoff.

gojo had never realised how bad his coping mechanism were, and she was just trying to get him to develop healthier ones, bit by bit.

‘communicating would be a great fucking start’

evidently though, it wasn’t working, so she decided it was time to switch up her approach and be a little brazen, maybe that would work.

“you? processing emotions? that’s a good one.” she snickered

he scrunched his nose up, questioningly “and what could you possibly mean by that, huh?” he felt himself get more and more agitated as the seconds ticked by.

he felt like he was being stripped naked, exposed, against his will. all the things he’d worked so hard to bury, the careless persona he’d built..

‘stop looking at me, stop finding out things about me i don’t want you to know.’

“you bottle everything up, pretend it’s fine and let it eat at you from the inside, little by little” she looked at him menacingly, her eyes narrowed into slits.

“that big goofy grin, or the confident smirk you put on, doesn’t work in here, gojo”

she clicked her tongue in disapproval. “in this office, i’m reading you, not the other way around” she continued ad she pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“i know you’re used to getting you way, because you’re smart, even though it doesn’t look like it, but as long as your ass is sat in that chair, you won’t find a way to give me answers you think will please me”

“if your goal is to get me to tell yaga to get off your back, then we’re going to be here for loooong. i’m striving for the truth and i’m going to get it”

to hell with being professional.

the man remained silent for a few moments, his expression almost..hurt? “…I think I hate you.”

he smiled in defeat, leaning forward once again, and though his voice was even and calm, it came out a bit strained.

“no, I know I do.” he didn’t though, and that confused him to no end.

the woman gently laid her hands in her lap, trying to ignore the sting his words left in her chest as her voice went back to its usually stoic connotation, completely discarding the venom it previously dripped in.

“i get that a lot from patients like yourself” she started, calmly.

“usually, they drop therapy after a few session because they can’t handle the truth being thrown in their face and then, after a while..”

a pause, like she was choosing her next words carefully “they end up dropping dead on the floor when the fire crew cuts the rope they hung themselves from” she finished, her expression darkening ever so slightly.

“you think you don’t need help, you think you’re fine just ignoring your emotions, but one day they will catch up to you and it’ll be too late to save you” her voice lowered, almost shamefully, as she tore her eyes away from his.

“nobody will be there to save you from drowning.”

satoru looked shocked for a moment, then he felt a sudden and unprovoked rage take over his body.

how dare she?

he wasn’t like that. he was strong. the strongest, actually.

he wordlessly jumped up from of his seat and went to stride straight out of the room, with the intention of never stepping foot there again, but then he stopped, his back still to her.

for some weird reason he couldn’t quite comprehend, gojo felt the need to still try and prove he was fine, despite the fact the issues he’d tried so hard to hide had been uncovered and brought up to the scorching sunlight.

“i’m not stupid. i am perfectly aware shit might eventually catch up to me, but i’m the strongest fucking being that ever walked this earth, i’ll deal with it”

what was meant to be a powerful statement, came out sounding whiny and hoarse, almost like he was trying to delude himself into believing his own words.

‘at least he admitted he has issues, progress is progress’

his therapist opened her mouth to talk, but he didn’t give her a chance.

he felt like he was being consumed by a sudden and foreign rage.

“BESIDES WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE?!” he suddenly screamed, rapidly turning to face her again, his glasses being hauled across the room in the process.

“why are you that concerned over some stranger like me?” he adds, his expression hard, “do you genuinely, truly, believe I’m worth helping?!”

‘we’re going to have to work on these self deprecating thoughts’

‘im the strongest, i don’t need to be cared for.’

“yes, i do” she stood up from her chair in a (failed) attempt to not crane her neck upwards to look at him.

“i do believe you are worth helping” she assured him in a gentle voice “you can walk out now, if you wish, but never forget this is a safe space where you’re free to talk, satoru” she said, her words surprisingly comforting.

“you’re not a god, you’re human just like the rest of us”

being called human never felt so good.. and it was also the first time she had ever called him by his first name.

and just like that, the usual gojo satoru was back, cracking jokes.

“do you normally call your clients by their first name, or am i special?” he asked, the question dripping with sarcasm and a tiny bit of flirt, as a small smile appeared on his lips.

the angry pretty boy has been calmed down, success.

“you definitely have a savior complex” he added quietly, chuckling a bit “it’s cute”.

a smile made its way on her face too as she shook her head a little, her cheeks a little warm at the compliment “whatever lets you sleep at night”

the woman sat back down, once again crossing one leg over the other.

“now, will you sit down and give therapy an actual chance, satoru?” she looked up at him, expectantly and hopefully.

“yeah.. yeah, i’ll do that.”

gojo satoru may have been the strongest sorcerer in modern history, but he was still human like everyone else.

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| @ASHSD3AD ‘S WORK, DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE. |

[kissorkill16]

Family Reunion: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: The title says it all.

The backyard of the Bales residence smelled of grilled chicken. Mr. Bales was flipping them over every thirty minutes, wiping away sweat that dripped down his head.

His daughter and her girlfriend came out to the backyard, holding paper plates in their hands.

"Hey, honey.", said Mr. Bales to his daughter, then he looked at her girlfriend. "Hey, Maritza."

Maritza held up two fingers in a peace sign, "Hey, Mr. Bales.", she said, placing the paper plates on the outside table set up away from the grill.

"Hi, Dad.", said Trinity. "Are those chickens done yet?", she asked.

"Almost, sweetie. Just a couple more minutes."

Maritza rubbed her stomach, "Damn, I'm starving.", she mumbled.

Just then, Mrs. Bales came to the backyard, just touching up her hair.

"Trinity, do you know when Nick's going to be back with the drinks?", she asked her daughter. Trinity shrugged, "No idea. I texted him a couple of minutes ago, he said he's stuck in traffic right now."

Mrs. Bales sighed, "I hope he gets here soon."

Trinity smiled at her mother. Despite it just being a cookout, she was glad her mother was giving Nick a chance. Because she knew that the first time she met him, she didn't like him, especially after what her old principal told her about him being a troublemaker.

But after she and Nick reunited, Trinity saw how much he grew up.

And boy did he really grow up. Hint hint nudge nudge.

Her mother was against her dating him, because she still thought he was just a troublemaker. But she wasn't the only stubborn one.

"Y'know, Mom. I was gonna dump him, but if you think he's so bad, then he must be great.", she said to her mother over the phone one day.

Half an hour later, a yellow car parked behind the red car in the driveway. It was Nick.

He stood out of the car and took out the drinks from the backseat.

"Sorry I'm late.", he said. He walked to the backyard and put the drinks on the table.

Trinity went over to her boyfriend and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "So glad you made it, babe.", she said.

"And about damn time, too.", said Maritza, "I was beginning to starve."

Nick rolled his eyes.

Mr. Bales was just finishing up with the chicken, and as soon as he was done, he started on the burgers. Everyone began eating the chicken, but Nick said he was going to go to the car for a moment.

When he was in his car, he took out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a breath from it and blowing out smoke.

"Boy, I know you ain't smoking on my property."

Nick looked behind him to see Mrs. Bales walking to him. He quickly put out his cigarette.

"Sorry.", he said. "I'm trying to quit."

"Mhmm."

Nick sighed.

"I know you don't trust me, especially after all that time you knew me back then. I was quite the menace when I was younger, but I really am trying to be better.", he said. "For myself, for Maritza and Trinity, I really want to try to be a better, healthier person."

It was silent for a moment.

"Screw healthier, I just want to be better."

Nick turned around to look at her, confused.

"I love my daughter, and I didn't like how she was always going out behind my back, doing God knows what with hell knows who. When I heard about you, I thought you'd be a bad influence on her.", she said. "But now I know that you weren't a bad kid, you just wanted someone to listen to you. Right?"

Nick was surprised to hear that from her, but he nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much it."

Mrs. Bales rubbed the back of her head. "I'm sorry, Nick. I want to put more faith in you, my daughter loves you, and I want to get to know you better, because I regret being so quick to judge you."

She extended a hand to him, "Will you give me a chance?", she asked.

Without another thought, Nick shook her hand and smiled. "Of course, Mrs. B.", he said.

"Mom, Dad can't find the seasoning."

Mrs. Bales sighed and rolled her eyes, but she didn't complain. "I'm coming, honey.", she said. She walked back to the backyard, Nick followed close behind her.

[maxivstappen]

Heyy I need serious advice, I think my teacher is trying to groom me and idk what to do. Like he started out asking what I use on my hair to make it smell good and then for a party I used a red dress that was really tight and had a slit and he texted me (idk where he got my number ) “red is now my favorite color” bc he saw a picture of it in my friends story. On Thursday I was practicing for an event in my school so when I came back the rest of the class was doing something in the lab and I didn’t wanna do that so I went to the classroom and as I’m walking I pass that teacher but I ignore it and keep waking but then I feel like I’m being followed so when I turn the corner I run and enter the classroom where there is only one person and she’s one of my teachers and 5 secs later the creepy teacher comes in and he knew the classroom would be empty bc his classroom is next to the lab and it’s impossible for him not to have seen my classmates. Like 2 minutes after my friend comes. Anyways the event I told you about, the outfits were very revealing so my friend started like complaining about them bc it was a short skirt (very short like upper thigh showing booty type short) and an almost see through crop top and he overheard that so the next day he saw me at the practice for the event and I was Early so I was alone and he asked me how the outfit fit me and I was like “it’s okay hahaha” bc I’m uncomfortable but I still have this thing where I’m too nice to everyone and after I said that I left and then he texted me “I can’t wait to see you in the outfit of the event 🥴” and I stared at it in shock for a min but then he deleted it so I couldn’t take a ss and then I got bored so I answered him (I know it’s wrong but still) but I told him that they changed it and he said “I wanted to see you in that dress 🙁” and then he said he texted me like “sometimes it scares me to text you” and then i asked him why bc at this point I wanna gather evidence to sue him or smth and he said something Iike i don’t want something to be misinterpreted so if I text you something will you delete it and I said o yes bc im obviously not going to delete him and I guess I took to long to answer when he asked if I was alone bc he said that he would tell me in person and now I’m scared of being alone in school, my friends know but they can’t be with be 24/7 even though they try not to leave me alone. But my conflict comes when I don’t know if I want to tell on him to the authorities or not like what if some other girl falls for this? He’s like 40 btw and is everyone’s favorite teacher but also it’s a ONG legal battle (probably) and I don’t wanna gather more evidence bc it’s giving me the ick now that reality has settled in and also I’m scared of telling my dad and I just don’t know what to do. For reference he’s in his 40s and I’m still a minor. But Also I’m worried that they would read the texts and be Ike “she’s flirting back, she wanted it” bc like I told you I have this thing where I’m very polite and the thing is where I’m from the age of consent is 14 and I’m well over that age.

This is crazy girl I hope you’re okay!!

despite you being over the age of consent I think it’s inappropriate and maybe even illegal anyway? i obv don’t know where you live but in Germany your teacher would very much get fired IMMEDIATELY

you feel unsafe so please, even if you don’t want to, talk to your dad or the principal or another teacher BECAUSE THAT IS NOTTTT OKAY

And im pretty sure even if your replies to him would seem like you’re flirting back THATS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT BECAUSE HES YOUR TEACHER that mad should NOT text you and even less he should be sending messages like that

please stay safe and talk to someone!!

if you want to talk to me more about to be scared to send me a dm or another ask but please girl do something 😭 the whole situation is so scary

[bontu-the-l0ver]

The angel of crown.

Kinda sad, it covers delicate topics. But I promise I will make it a happy story at the end tehee.

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Part 4

- Good morning~

Liam entered the room of the little girl. He slowly reach her bed and woke her up.

- Mm?... - The girl woke up.

- It's me Liam...

- Oh, Papa Liam...

- Papa?

Liam stopped a minute but smiled.

- Yas! That's me. - Liam smiled. - Victor told me to wake you up. You're going to school.

- School? - The girl asked. - I've always wanted to go to school!

- Yay! - Liam celebrated with her. - By the way the teacher is gonna call you Kate.

- Huh? Why? - The girl looked confused.

- Because she needs a name to call you, actually all the kids have a name. - Liam explained with patience. - Do you like the name Kate?

- I think it sounds pretty!

Liam smiles and helped Kate stand up, he brought her uniform and helped her change and do her hair.

Once she was ready Liam took her to have breakfast where Jude and Alfons were.

- Huh? - Jude looked confused. - How did ya got her enrolled so fast?

- I don't know, ask Victor. - Liam answered.

- Would it be safe to let her go to school when she comes from a terrible house? - Alfons asked.

- uh... Ask Victor.

After breakfast Liam walked Kate to her new school.

- Your school is so big... - Liam said.

- It is! - Kate said jumping with happiness.

- Okay, Kate. Look at me. - Liam kneel down at her level - School is a very funny place where you can make fiends but you also need to do what the teachers tell you. Okay?

- Okay!

Liam smiles and guide her to the entrance.

- By the way, the teacher is supposed to give you 1 break to eat your lunch so don't eat it during clases.

- Okay! - Kate let go of Liam's hand. - Good bye Papa Liam!

As Kate entered the school Liam stayed standing there.

- Ah... They grow so fast...

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After school hours Liam went to pick Kate up with Harry.

- Papa Liam! Papa Harry!

Kate came out of the school and ran to them.

- How was your fist day at school? - Harry asked.

- I learned how to write my name! - Kate answered.

Liam smiles as he took Kate's backpack to help her but then notice her lunchbag was heavy.

- Huh? - Liam notice her lunch was there. - You didn't eat your food?

- The teacher didn't gave us any break... - She answered.

- What is this? - Harry noticed a bruise on her arm.

- The teacher hit me because I was speaking in class. - Kate answered.

- You did something wrong but I don't see why she had to hit you... - Harry said. - We should tell Victor.

Harry carried Kate in his arms while Liam her backpack when a mother got close to them.

- Excuse me? - The mother said.

- What is it? - Harry asked.

- Did your daughter got her break? - The mother asked.

- She actually didn't. - Liam said. - And she got hit.

- I knew it! - A nany joined the discussion. - Since the principal and teachers were changed they been treating the kids poorly!

- They had? - Harry asked.

- They had, they used to even give 2 breaks for the kids, they didn't let homework and they never laid hands on the kids but now they do. - Tha nany complained.

- That's it, I will talk with my husband and transfer my son to another school. - The mother said and left as the nany.

- This school is priviate and its supposed to be one of the best around here. - Harry said.

- Well they ain't doing a good job. - Liam answered. - Let's head home and tell Victori.

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- They what?!

Victor was annoyed by what he heard.

- I enrolled her there thinking she was going to have a pleasant stay!

Victor seemed to think how to solve this problem, he sees Kate doing some of the homework this school left.

- This is a lot... - Roger spoke - She doesn't even understand what she is doing.

- Maybe we should teach her from home. - William suggested.

- I thought about it but I want her to socialize with other kids - Victor answered.

- Well it's importan to socialize but does she even has the time to socialize with so much homework? - Harry asked.

- I think I have an idea! - Victor smiled. - Liam use your ability to sneak into schools and see wich one is better!

- I can do that. - Liam answered.

- Alright is decided Liam is going to investigate wich school is better.

[nighthaterfrfr]

Do you have any more headcanons/thoughts about your Steph and Max as half-siblings AU? :)

BRO IVE BEEN OK

ive been wanting to discuss this for so long but for ppl who want to know (mostly background)

-i think that max and steph share the same dad, he seems like the one to sleep around. however, he settled w steph's mother and a secretly pregnant max's mother ended up w his ass of a dad.

-for a while, maybe 13-14 years, they never knew about their relation to each other. however, max and steph definitely saw the other one in school. max was praised as a football prodigy and steph was infamous for being a slacking and skipping mayor's daughter.

-they look somewhat similar. from the nose, ears, eyes, hell even the hair? there are small differences here and there, but they were definitely called siblings by their classmates

-they were also quite good friends. apparently, once u find out both ur dads are assholes, u bond. max would invite her to all his football games and she somehowb goes. these two were best friends, practically inseparable.

-one day in 7th grade, solomon was complaining to ms tessburger abt his affair. steph was overhearing about how it's odd to see one of kids succeed at something, while the daughter he has is doing nothing of importance.

-like any teenage girl w a completely shitty relationship w her father, steph was enraged, and a bit jealous. finding out she was related to max unlocked a bit of a one-sided hating towards him

-max however, always knew that he had a sister. before his mom divorced, she told him stories abt his birth father, and how when she was with him, she had no idea solomon already had a girlfriend.

-she reached out to steph's mother and had informed her of what happened. however, since she couldn't get out of the marriage jst yet, her mother instead acknowledged and thanked max's mother.

-ofc, max's mom never told him who his sister was. knowing him and his father, she feared that sudden new relation between him and the mayor's daughter may get to his head. so, instead she jst told him that he had a sister in hatchetfield.

-from around mid 7th grade to early 8th grade, max noticed how whenever steph was forced into a group w him, she'd always looked pissed off. annoyed. generally angry.

-in the 8th grade during lunch, max came up to her table, asking "the hell is wrong w me??? we used to be close u fuckin', uh... DINGUS!" this offended the hell out of steph and she umped out of her seat and started to swing punches at max. as any middle school in america does, a bunch of students started recording and posting it.

-steph and max sat in the principal's office, both with a lot of bruises and some bloody hands and noses. as solomon lauter and jagerman's father walked in, both of them stared at each other. eventually, max's father got into a full blown yell w solomon.

-as the two kids watched their fathers yelled at one another, that was when steph turned to max and finally revealed why she was so distant. "apparently, ur my fucking brother or smth."

-max sighed, looking at steph w a disappointed glare. "im sorry for being.. ur brother, i guess?" he replied, the two laughing as he explained his side of the story, and further strained the relationship between steph and solomon

(alr onto actual headcanons)

-they do love joking abt being half-siblings around their friends. despite it being true, theyre all so confused on if either max or steph is lying or not.

-the first person for max who found out that his sister was steph was kyle. he couldn't rlly believe it, but he jst kinda vibed. so max telling him went rlly chill.

-on steph's side however, when pete found out she had max jagerman as a brother, she was immediately bombarded with questions and pleas from pete. she tried offering these ideas to max, but he dismissed them, telling her "i need to remain on top, steph!" secretly, he does go easier on the nerds. by a little bit.

-max and steph spend the most time together outside of home, more at school or wherever. whether its going bowling w max's teammates at some bowling lanes, or hanging out in the lakeside mall jst the two of them.

-neither of them ever had a proper enough relationship w their family, so spending time w each other relived them of that disappointing truth a little bit.

-one time, max got so pissed at steph he threw a football at her from like, 40 yards away in order to get her attention. unfortunately, steph being preoccupied on her phone did not notice the absolute perfect throw coming right into her head.

-safe to say, he apologized and ran to her, trying his best to relieve her of a bruise.

-because of this incident, steph had wanted to begin learning how to play football. max was her teacher, and he sucked at it. like, explaining anything to her was alien to steph. however, over time, she slowly got the hang of it, and was good to a point when max stopped teaching her

-sometimes after a nighthawk game, if u stay jst long enough, u can see steph and max throw a football at each other from pretty far. and if ur lucky, seeing steph trying to tackle max. but most of the time, that mostly leads to the funniest image of steph falling ever.

i have a lot more, but my ask IS open yall lmaoooo

[wilsons-striped-ties]

SOOOOOOOOOOOO ive gotten SUPER MUCH CLOSER to passion fruit!!! i went back to school at the end of june to give a gift to the canteen auntie i worked under as it was her birthday and i bumped into passion fruit like five times and we did chat quite a lot, from then on i feel we did become much closer hehe (he also admitted he looks at my instagram quite frequently and jokingly complained that i always took pictures with him but never posted any of them) and he saved my ass because i told him it was auntie's birthday (they adore each other its a very cute thing) and he went out in the middle of his day literally to get her fruits (he asked me what she liked so i did tell him) and then he went back to tell me that when the auntie asked who told him, he said he didnt know and i almost married him on the spot

and i took the chance to confirm if it was his birthday the next week and he kept saying he didnt know, but that really goofy smile on his face gave it all away

so guess who stayed up very late after exams, rushed homework and ran around to get ingredients just to bake him passion fruit cupcakes? ME. (do you know how hard it is to get passion fruit pulp, i had to go onto lazada but its his favourite fruit so i wont complain)

it was my first time baking cupcakes and especially first time touching anything mildly related to passion fruits but in the end it all worked out perfectly! oh my goodness guys it was insane

i went to school and literally waited outside the conference room for him to show up to his meeting (both his best friend and the vice principal knew i was finding him because he was insanely late) but in the end he showed up and i gave him the cupcakes when he asked me what i was doing there and i saw him melt. i literally saw him melt. all that hard work? WORTH IT.

i told him i didnt know if it was really his birthday on that sunday but to be safe, i baked these and he then proceeded to say that i shouldnt have in the smallest voice ive ever heard him produce and i was like its really my pleasure and i was about to leave, then he was like "you dont want to take a picture?" i was like what picture. then he literally went "you always like to take pictures with me, take a picture of you giving me the cupcakes then" and i was like okAY SURE and so we took a really cute picture together and

i asked him to sign my history guidebook (first time i wanted to, i forgot the book and the second time, i was too focused on my pity party regarding mango) and he agreed man his signature was so cute and our fingers brushed i was dying

and afterwards i saw him a second time while walking around and he gave me a really shy smile and i smiled back

and then in the evening, i was at the canteen doing math work while waiting for my sister and he and his best friend (another teacher) walked across the canteen and this is the moment i knew, i was done for

he lifted the bag with the cupcakes in a very cheeky manner and i was laughing (we were like on opposite ends of the very large canteen) and he nudged his friend and they both came over to me (cause he drives his friend home) and basically from the conversation:

-his friend was joking about if i knew his own birthday (to bake him cupcakes too HAHAH) and passion fruit just spilled the date to that, unfortunately it's during the holidays so i cant really do much so ill bake something for teachers' day

-passion fruit was poking fun at me doing math cause his friend is a math teacher

-i used to wear a mask every day to school cause my immune system is whack thanks to a genetic condition but i dont anymore, and cause his friend doesnt recognise me apart from my name, passion fruit said something like this: "this one is the type to always wear mask, even after covid still wear mask, i can only recognise by her eyes"

-siR YOU RECOGNISE ME BY MY EYES????

-this means a real lot because my eyes are one of the things about myself that i am most insecure about so it really really touched me in ways he doesnt know

also, he said he preferred my cupcakes over my cookies cause i asked him, and teachers day i was planning on being boring and giving cookies again but now im gonna make frosted brownies so i hope he likes them!!!

so all in all, we are practically married now and tomorrow im coming back to school in hopes of seeing him again, will update whenever im here, love you always byeeee

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Reader's teacher was being unfair to them at school and gave them a bad grade, so reader complained to they're dear ror family about it.. Happened to me recently :')

I am terribly sorry that this happened to you. There are some people who think that just because they are in a position of power that they can turn around and abuse that power.

-You came in, looking a bit down, unshed tears in your eyes, which Eve immediately saw, calling out your name, rushing to you to embrace you, asking what had happened.

-You felt a bit shy and anxious as you quickly found yourself surrounded by your massive family, the tears trying to force their way out.

-After a bit of prying, once you were calmed down, you pulled out your history project that you had worked weeks on, seeing a giant red ‘F’ on it.

-Eyes went wide and the outrage was almost instant, different family members yelling, not at you, but in anger as everything in your report was factual, as your family was literally a bunch of gods and some of the most prominent figures in history!!

-You explained to the calmer members of your family, Poseidon, Eve, Kojiro, and Odin, that your teacher got mad that your references didn’t come from the history books he made you all read at school, and because of it, he failed you, to make an example out of you.

-The next day you were sitting in a meeting room with the principal, your history teacher, and your family, who were giving the whole room a very in-depth history lessons, pointing out all of the incorrect information in the schoolbooks and because of who your family was, they were very quick to come to your defense, showing them both why your teacher was wrong.

-You were stunned to learn that this teacher had pulled stunts like this in the past, as he hates those who he saw as upstarts, who knew more than what he taught in class, even correcting him at points, and in return, he failed the students.

-Your teacher was quite sheepish looking, under the glares of your family, intimidated beyond belief and your grade was immediately corrected to the A you deserved before the principal told everyone that he was going to be sitting in on your teacher’s lessons, to make sure he wasn’t abusing his power as a teacher to crush bright minds like you own.

-You were happy to have the A you deserved, which your family praised you on, Ares hanging it up on the fridge when you all got home, which made you giggle warmly.

-It felt nice to have so many people that had your back, especially with history.

[pettyrevenge-base]

Middle School tyrant finds out no one likes her.

At my Middle School we had a vice principal who fancied herself a dictator. Any tiny bit of power she got was an issue. But I was a middle schooler at the time and a good kid not often in trouble so I didn't cross her path until 8th grade. Her friend was a Bus driver named Pat.

For 6th and 7th grade years we had an awesome bus driver. He was nice to the kids, let us put the windows down when the Georgia heat got too much etc. But he retired and the bus driver we got was an extremely angry middle aged woman named "Pat" who did not like children and made that clear every day. "The windows stay up or we go back to the school!" she would yell as she had the only fan blowing in her face on a 100+ degree school bus. Ostensibly this was to keep us from throwing things out of the bus but that was never an issue before or after. The real reason was that before the bus driver could leave the bus at the end of the day all the windows had to be back up and locked. So this saved her effort.

My bus stop was the first she drove by but the last to pick up and had been that way for years. Pat changed this and decided she only wanted to stop on the first pass by and kept threatening to leave the kids in my neighborhood if we made her stop twice.

I first got on the Karen VP's radar because Pat left me on the side of a very busy road one morning. She could have stopped but wagged her finger at me as she drove away and left me. I flipped off the kids laughing at me out of the back window but the bus driver Pat thought I was flipping her off. I didn't get suspended because she left me with no way to get to school on the side of an extremely busy road and my mom threatened to sue if it happened again. But after that they had it out for me. Pat tried several times to get me on anything. She even coached a kid to say I bullied him but when the real Principal brought in the kid he said "no OP is my friend it was those other kids" and a bunch of other little shit. Anything to get me in trouble.

So the Petty revenge comes in here. I was doing my best to make the bus drivers life hell in little passive aggressive ways. She got annoyed at anything so it was easy. But Karen was harder to do anything to. After fighting with the bus driver and the Assistant Principal for most of the year, revenge came in the form of a Police fundraiser. They were advertising it on the local tv news and local radio stations. If you put someone up for "arrest" the cops would show up and throw someone in handcuffs and "Put them in jail" until they could call a few people and fundraise the "bail". The person who set up the arrest had to pay like $10 but worth it. My mom after being annoyed by Pat and Karen all year put Karen the Assistant Principle up for arrest. The cops showed up and took her to the room where she could call her friends and raise the money for her to go. The idea was that mom was going to keep having her arrested as long as she could.

Except no one would give her the "bail" money. Not even for a charity. So she ended up missing most of a day sitting in the police precinct trying to get anyone to put up enough money for her to leave. Eventually the cops told my mom that they had to let her go because it had gone on too long. She was the only one who didn't raise the bail money that day. Letting her know exactly how much she meant to everyone at the school felt great. I had a friend who heard her complaining about it later that day. She had called the Principal who did donate some but the other teachers gave nothing and none of her friends would help out. She apparently thought one of the teachers put her up for it. It's so minor and so petty it almost doesn't count. But when I left that school at the end of the year mom went up and asked her "how was jail?" before we walked away for the last time. First time I ever heard a "Reeeeeee" sound from a human.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[elisysd]

13. But I'll believe in you, still your number one fan

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: The Last One - Maisie Peters

He didn't have the energy to follow her outside. He screwed up twice in two days. First, with his best friend and now with the girl he was hopelessly in love with. Regrets filled him. He didn't even get the chance to tell her he loved her, and now she was gone. His cheek was hurting, but he didn't care. No amount of physical pain would compare to the one he felt in his heart.

He heard people cheering and celebrating. He should be there, he should support his team and his friend, but all he wanted to do was leave this goddamn place. On his way out, he crossed paths with Ethan, who was looking frustrated; the race hadn't gone well for him either. But when he saw his best friend looking distraught, he didn't hesitate to come to him. Kyle explained everything from his fight with Romy to his illness and saw the confusion before the fear in Ethan's eyes and a hint of sadness in him. He was hurting everyone around him and was hating himself for it. He saw Ethan reluctantly leaving him. He had his own girlfriend, not really a girlfriend, to search for. Kyle couldn't blame him. They would have time to talk about this later. For now, he had to find Romy and try to make amends. He wandered the paddock alleyways, starting with Audi's hospitality and garage, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was faced with an equally worried Seb.

"Dawson? Have you seen my number one driver? She hasn't gone to the weighing nor to the media pen. She was fined, and I don't mind paying it, but I'm just worried."

"It's my fault…" Kyle admitted, eyes glued to the ground.

"How bad have you messed up?"

"A hell of a lot. Wait… you know about…" he dared not say anything further. And say what anyway? There had never been a them when it came to him and Romy and with his confession it was even less likely to happen.

"She told me a few things; let me tell you, Kyle, she cares. More than you think. She has been through a lot; don't give up on her. She won't give up on you."

"I think today, she might. I… I lied to her. I didn't want to, and I feel bad enough."

"You have your heart in the right place, kiddo; there is nothing that a good conversation can't fix. It will work out."

He didn't know what went through his mind, but Seb always had a kind aura surrounding him, and Kyle felt at ease to talk about his illness.

"I'm sorry, Kyle. I can't even begin to comprehend what you must feel. I'm here for you if needed. If you want a second opinion about a treatment, I know a good doctor. Whatever you need. F1 can't lose you just yet."

"Thank you, Seb. For everything."

"Now go, find your girl," the team principal smiled gently at him.

He nodded before going back to his quest. It didn't take long before his phone vibrated in his pocket, and Ethan's name appeared on his screen.

Romy is with Julia behind the Skoda's hospitality.

Kyle had never run this fast in his life. And indeed, she was there, crying in Julia's arms. He screamed her name like a madman, making her look up. When he earned no reaction from her side, he rushed to her and crouched down as Julia disappeared to give them some space and privacy. He took her in his arms, forcing her against his chest.

"I'm so mad at you! You should have told me everything as soon as you started to feel your eyesight declining! Now I understand better why you complained about the headaches and why you were always hitting yourself with the furniture,"she sobbed in his shirt while punching his chest at the same time. 

"I'm sorry… I didn't want you to think about me when you were on track. I don't want to be a burden for you, sunshine. You don't need that. Not when you are fighting for a podium. I don't want you to think about me," he mumbled in her hair.

She sighed, annoyed, and glared at him.

"Oh my God, Kyle Evan Dawson, when will you finally understand that whenever I'm in this car, I'm fighting for my granddad, dad, and you! You are one of the reasons why I want to be up there on this podium! I always have you in mind when I'm racing! Always! I want you to be proud of me! Because I love you! So much!" she punctuated her speech with a few punches on his chest, right where his heart was beating faster than ever.

He had imagined and dreamed of hearing those words from her, but nothing could ever top up the reality. He took her head between his hands and glued his forehead to hers, his breath falling on her lips.

"Romy Lisa Schumacher, I'm in love with you too; you have no idea how much. Be mine. Officially. Please, be mine today and forever. I don't want to let you go, not today, not ever." 

"I'm yours, idiot. I've always been. Even when I was too stupid to admit it," she smiled as he finally let his lips meet hers. From afar, he heard Ludwig cheering, but he didn't care. He and Ethan could talk and whistle all they wanted. He had his happiness between his arms, and he had the firm intention to keep it that way.

They finally left the track, hand in hand, not caring if anyone was seeing them. They briefly separated to go to each other's cars and met again at the hotel a few minutes later. Without a word, Kyle followed her to her room. She asked him for a minute, just for her to change into more comfortable clothes. She sprayed her face with water and looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were rosy and were hurting from smiling, her eyes glossy from happiness. She looked younger, too. Was it what people were talking about when they were saying that you had a special glow when you were in love? She shook her head, laughing silently at herself. 

"I'm in love," she whispered in front of her reflection. I'm in love with Kyle Dawson. And he loves me too." She bit her lip, refraining from jumping around. She felt silly, but most of all, she didn't care.

"Romy?" his voice came from behind the door, startling her a little. "Are you okay in there? It's been more than fifteen minutes…"

"I'm good! Perfect, even," she replied, opening the door. "Hi," she smiled.

"Hey, you."

She felt a little awkward. It was all too new for her; she didn't know how she was supposed to act. Did they have to talk about their relationship from now on? 

"I see the wheels turning inside your mind," he told her, resting his hands on her hips. His breath was hot against her ear, making her blush.

"It's new to me."

"I know, don't worry." 

"There are many things I want to say… I just don't know how," she sighed, frustrated.

"Let it out."

"I… I feel stupid, first and foremost. Because I know I have had these feelings for you for so long, and I wanted to deny them because I was scared, even though you've never given me a reason to be. At least recently. And it hurt me to do so. I was self-sabotaging because I was stubborn. I hurt you, and I hurt myself. I'm sorry. I feel guilty. And a part of me regrets acting like that because I can't help but think I missed many beautiful things with you. And it's time we won't get back." 

He took her head between his hands, making her look at him.

"What is done is done, Romy. What matters is now. I just want to know one thing. Are you, right now, all in?"

"I am. I promise you, I am."

"Then we forget about the past; from now on, it is you and me," he said, pressing his forehead against hers.

She nodded and smiled, throwing her arms around his neck and her lips on his, kissing him until she was out of breath. One thing led to another, and soon, her clothes were off, and soft pantings filled the room. She had never felt safer and more loved in his arms at night.

When she woke up the next day, she didn't want to leave; she wanted to stay. Kyle was still sleeping soundly next to her. She didn't dare move, not wanting to wake him up.

"It's rude to stare," he mumbled.

"Good morning. Boyfriend."

He stirred and opened his eyes before pulling her against him to snuggle.

"Boyfriend?" he mumbled against her hair.

"You don't like it?"

"I only like it if I can call you girlfriend."

"I think it is doable."

She reached for a phone on the bedside table and found many messages from her PR officer.

"Shit hit the fan," she sighed, showing them to Kyle.

"Can you read them for me? It's always a bit hard for me to be fully aware of my surroundings in the morning."

"Sorry… Sonia, my PR officer, is saying that photographers took pictures of us yesterday while we were heading out. We weren't careful, for sure. And now, people are talking. She is asking about our relationship to better prepare for her damage-control session. I don't understand why she calls that damage control… I mean, I imagine perfectly well what is being said."

"What are you going to say?"

"The truth. That we are dating and that I don't give a flying fuck about what they all say. You're one of the very few sources of happiness in my life, I'm not giving that up."

"I'm glad to hear it. It wasn't what you were saying a few weeks ago."

"It's just… I want to be brave. You make me want to be brave for you. You are inspiring, Kyle. Not only because of how much of a champion you are but also, what you're going through…" 

"I don't want your pity," he cut her.

"It's not pity… far from it. I'm in awe of you. You're so strong and brave. I just wish I could be more like you for you. That's all I'm saying," she touched his cheek. "You said that you had a list of reasons why we would be perfect together…"

"I do, indeed."

"Can you tell them now?" she shyly asked.

"What do you think they are?"

"Well, from an aesthetic point of view, we look good together," he laughed as if it rarely happened. 

"It was not the first thing on my list, but you're right. Honestly, that list is not that long. I think I can shorten it to one sentence. We are so different that it is what makes us alike."

"Okay, Shakespeare."

"I mean… you complete me, Romy. Every piece that I found was missing in my life; you brought it to me. All that makes you who you are and that I'm not makes me want to be better for you. We are one and the same despite what makes us so different. And I like to think I do the same thing to you."

"You do. That's what scared me and attracted me at the same time. You're grounding me. I just have to look at you to know everything will be okay. You make me feel at peace with myself. And you're hot. That helps," he pinched her side, making her yelp. "No, but for real. Somehow, you're my first love. I've had boyfriends before, but none compare to what you made me feel when I was a preteen and what you make me feel now. I still feel like ten years ago when you're near."

"And I hope to make you still feel that way in ten years," he kissed the side of her head before moving to her lips.

Author's note: Yay, they confessed. Have I ever said I loved them? 🥹

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[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Reddit Style Fic: I got revenge on my long term bully and I feel pretty great about it.

 I, 16M, have been bullied since I was a toddler by the son of my mom’s best friend (same age and we’ll call him Pomeranian cause he looks like it). I have oddly vivid memories of him giving me a horrible nickname and then utterly mocking me due to a Quirkless diagnosis. (I was later found to be a False Negative). He was cruel to me and would use his Quirk on me. He would also bully others, something I’d try to stop. He eventually did when he figured out the teachers didn’t like him hurting them though I was fair game. 

 I was really oblivious to the fact he was a bully because our parents would hang out often and make us play nice. I honestly took these as signs he was my friend because his mom was watching and he couldn’t burn me or destroy my things. 

 Fast forward to me at age 13 and I ended up making an online friend who was really cool. We talked a lot and eventually, with permission, arranged for us to meet up publically. My mom came with me, and his mom did too. I’ll call my friend Speedy. He was also being bullied at the time due to his family being rich and having a hero legacy but he was really… rigid. He got tormented a lot. It was through him I realized what Pomeranian was doing was wrong, and I stopped trying to be his friend at all. You’d think he’d like it but noooo he was upset I was ignoring him.

 Our parents were upset to because I stopped trying during our meetings. At least our moms. His dad did not care and told his wife off when she tried forcing us to talk. But it got progressively more awkward as they kept forcing these get together. Mom would complain at me and I just said I was done trying to be friends with someone who hated me. She hated that and the cycle would begin again.

 Now I don’t want to paint her as a bad mom: she’s the best. Kind and generous and helpful. She’s gone to bat for me before. It’s just this one giant blind spot she has because she is so… obsessed with us being friends. 

 Anyway, fast forward a bit more, I finally get my Quirk and get into a hero school. Speedy did too and, unknown to me, used the connections his family had to arrange a meeting with the principal and first-year teachers to explain what was going on with Pomeranian and me. I don’t know how this was done, but he managed it, even bringing me with him to said meeting. (Speedy is very particular and extreme, so honestly, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised). I explained everything and that I’d prefer to be separated because it’s my word against his and blah-blah. They agreed to keep us separate.

 However unknown to me my mother had sent in a request to have us in the same class. When the teachers found it they reached out to me to ask. I told them no please don’t. I did not talk to my mom. Instead I just went on with life.

 The first day back from school she asked me about it and brought up Pomeranian. I said he wasn’t in my class and I was happy cause I didn’t like him. She acted offended and asked why. I said because he treated me badly and she should know this given how many times my clothes were burned. Mom got huffy and said until I could prove to her he was a bad friend she would keep making us meet. She then said Speedy had to be at fault and she didn’t like him as my friend.

 I got angry and as soon as I could went to the computer. The idiots in my old school had video taped a lot of the bullying in and posted it, though never with tags and always without Pomeranian in the camera. Except his Quirk was always visible and if you know him it’s obvious. I gather three hours worth of evidence but needed more. So with help from Speedy and a new friend in our class I confronted Pomeranian and demanded to know why he wasn’t fighting our parents. He hated me.

 “You’re a worthless bug who should have taken my advice and jumped off a roof.” Where his words, mocking me no one would believe me. “And your mom likes me better anyway you freak.” More curses and insults, and then we left. With a. Recording of the convo. I added it to the evidence and planned to show it to my mom when I got home. But I ended up called to the principal’s office where my mom, the Pomeranian and his parents and our homeroom teachers were waiting. Mom demanded we be put together since we were friends and claimed Speedy was manipulating me. Pomeranian’s mom nodded along while his dad looked done.

 I then revealed I had the evidence mom wanted. She got mad and demanded I show it. In front of everyone. So I did. Each incident of bullying, burning my belongings, the insults and the death threats. Even showed the times kids left spider lilies on my desk and the laughing from Pomeranian. And to top it off was the convo with him earlier. 

 Silence in the room. No one spoke and no one moved, simply stared at the computer I’d used. Mom looked so pale and horrified I’d feel bad but she hadn’t listened. 

 The principal then declared in light of this evidence, he was tempted to expel Pomeranian who went mental and started screaming abuse at me. He got shut up by the teachers. The principal said I was free to go but requested I did not go home with my mom. She became offended, but he just said he worried for me since she refuses to listen to anything. It quieted her. I felt bad, but honestly, I just wanted my friends. He then told me to take photos of my room which made both me and mom sick.

 Thinking about it, I think he did it on purpose to provoke those feelings. To make Mom realize what she did. It worked since Mom really came through after that for me. She spoke to Speedy’s parents and asked for them to keep me for a while. She then arranged a meeting with my school counsellor, her and myself. We talked for a few hours, and she said she was going to try actual therapy. My counsellor told us that as me living with friends and keeping in contact seemed to be going well to perhaps continue. He wanted me back with my mom, but he’d prefer no setbacks. 

 Good thing to because my mom ended up needing to go into care for a while. I was shocked by this, but Pomeranian’s dad got in contact to explain things. (Mom knows about this post and said go ahead)

 My bio-dad was physically and emotionally abusive towards my mom and once beat her so hard she lost a baby. My maternal grandparents were physically abusive to, and actually killed her younger brother. This resulted in extreme attachment issues, mixed in with her Quirk. Which confused us until we learned her Quirk was mislabelled. It’s a mental Quirk, and we didn’t actually realize that. In hindsight, it’s obvious. But part of this is she ‘attached’ herself to things, and it all ended up affecting her health WORSE. 

 I’m not sure of the full story. I don’t know if I’ll ever know the ‘full story’. I don’t know if I want to either. All I know is that she had a lot of personal issues that cause her to use her Quirk and attach herself to the idea of a ‘amazing friendship between her and Pomeranian’s mom and me and Pomeranian’.

 Mom is doing better now. It’s been about six months, and I’m still staying with Speedy. Mom is seeing a therapist who is working through things and a Quirk counsellor. She also admitted it was best I keep staying with my friend as she feared that she’d backslide and try to force things again. She also no longer sees Pomeranian though she keeps in contact with his mom.

 But as for my old Bully… Pomeranian ended up transferred to a different course in our school and was put into therapy. While the video was proof for them legally it could be contested easily. A kid from my class transferred to the other and then we got a kid form another course. By then somehow everyone in the school knew what had happened and my False Negative status got out. It wasn’t bad though. Everyone was actually really chill about it and they fully accepted me. I got extra help after class, and even made a buddy who has a mild form of DQD. 

 But anyway: that’s how I accidentally got revenge on my bully.