#autistc!reader

[nightfang22]

Patrick's Princess Chapter Three

A/N:Thank you so so much to everyone who's been enjoying this little series of mine!I will admit it's a bit self indulgent.I wanted to write something for the more uncommon age regressors I've met.I am well aware that not everyone age regresses and not everyone understands it so I understand if this fic is not for you.That is absolutely fine!While there will be sexual content in this series at some point in time it will absolutely NOT be during a regressed period for the reader character as I'm not comfortable with that kind of thing at all.Also in reference to the specific autistic behaviors I've written for this reader,they are based upon my own personal autistic experiences so it's good to keep in mind that while not all autistic people experience these traits,I do and there are plenty of others who do.They are completely valid and if you don't like this sort of thing just scroll away!Thank you for reading this note and I hope you continue to enjoy the series even though it's been on a serious hiatus for a good long while!Enjoy!

Warnings:Patrick is a warning on his own,fire,autistic meltdowns,slight atypical stockholm syndrome

Pairing:Patrick Hockstetter x autistic!little!Reader

Word Count:1.1k

 I could smell the soft scent of mint and Jolt Cola on his breath as it fanned across my cheek. His hand brushed through my (h/l)(h/c) hair as the other pulled me closer to him by my waist. "All mine~", he whispered into my hair as he inhaled my scent. I felt this funny bubbly feeling in the pit of my stomach and I felt shocks go through my spine when he shifted me in his lap. We lay up against a tree as the sun set. We had spent the entire day at that little tree in the woods and I had never felt so safe in my life. Even though my brother was most certainly going to be pissed that I ditched and I was probably going to be grounded for the rest of eternity, at that moment I didn't particularly care. I had come back out of my littlespace a good while ago but I could find myself able to leave his arms. I was curled up, straddling Patrick's lap as he held me there pulling me closer every so often as though we could get any more humanly close. I could feel the rough denim of his jeans on my thighs and the soft cotton of his t-shirt in my fingertips as I clutch it for dear life. Patrick had previously taken off his flannel and wrapped it around me, muttering something about my outfit 'drawing too much attention'. I was too deeply engrossed in this bubbly feeling to understand or analyze so I just let him. I liked the feeling of the heavy flannel fabric on my shoulders and the musky smell of his cologne too much to oppose. I simply curled closer into him, resting my head between his shoulder and his jawline. I mindlessly kissed his neck as I ran a hand through his hair. It was a tad greasy but otherwise very soft and smelled of dandruff shampoo. I mindlessly lay kisses across his neck and jawline from where my head rested on his shoulder. I felt his fingertips dig into my skin a little then as he entangled his hand in my hair and gave it a small tug. Not too rough, just enough to grab my attention and make me look at him. His eyes were an electrifying pale blue. Like someone tried to paint the color but had no true concept of what it was really supposed to look like so it just came out to a very silvery periwinkle. "What do you think you're doin', doll?" His words finally drew my line of sight away from his eyes and to his lips instead. They were curved in this beautifully mischievous grin. Almost like a predatory raptor looking at its next meal. The next tug that came on my hair was much more harsh, forcing my line of sight back to his eyes. This time, however, I seemed to have sobered from this intoxicating feeling and come back to earth. Wherever I was before, I'm not quite sure now. I looked around at my surroundings and glanced at my watch. I jumped up out of Patrick's lap and made a beeline for my bike. It's almost 7! (B/n) is going to kill me! I searched my pockets and my bag over and over again, hoping I hadn't lost my keys. I spin around on my heels when I hear keys jingling behind me only to see Patrick shaking them in his hand with his other in his back pocket. "Thought you were gonna get away that easy, princess? You should know better," he paused coming right up in my ear, "than to run away from Daddy." There was this gravel to his voice on the last word. Almost animal like.

I bit down on my bottom lip,feeling anxiety control my gut now.I was in a new place with absolute no idea where I was or how to get home from here. I know I really should've been panicking much more than I was,screaming for help,something.Anything.But I just couldn't find it in myself to want to leave.In my mind I knew that there would be consequences to all of this later.But that's just when they'd come.Later.And right now,all I wanted was to be right where I was.Somewhere in the middle of an unfamiliar forest with Patrick.I liked the way he made me feel and I loved the way he talked to me.Like I was the best thing he'd ever seen but also like I didn't have a brain at the same time.I wasn't even really sure how that was possible but he pulled it off so well that I couldn't find it in myself to care really.I looked up at him with a shy look on my face,my cheeks tinged a soft pink.I nodded,my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes,Sir.I'm sorry."

The smirk on his face was downright sinful as his eyes roved up and down my frame,drinking me in with his eyes.He placed his finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look up at him.I had never really realized just how much taller he was than me until now.And fuck was he tall.I kept my eyes focused on the spot between his.I couldn't bear making complete eye contact with him right now.Not with as overwhelmed as I was.The smirk on his face slowly turned into a cheshire grin.Malicious and intriguing at the same time.

"You're good at taking orders.I like that."

An odd feeling swelled in my chest.Pride,maybe?Whatever it was,I liked it.A lot.I felt a small smile grace my features as I nodded. "Only for the right people." My voice was a ghost of a whisper.His hand traveled quickly from my chin to my throat,squeezing it.Almost like a warning. "Only for me,got it?" My eyes were wide.They felt like they were going to pop out of my skull but I couldn't find it in myself to disagree with him.There was something about him that just made me want to listen,to obey.I nodded but he squeezed harder. "Yes what?" I took a shallow breath as I looked up at him. "Yes,Sir." MY voice was shaky and strangled with his hand around my neck but I was strangely okay with it. He released my throat and I took a gasping breath in,finding that I missed the pressure of his hands.My skin felt itchy and crawly without it.In that moment I had decided,against my better judgement maybe but I would do anything to keep Patrick's hands on me.

[lvpnm-moved]

[jeritten]

Death Note L x Male!Reader: Chapter One.

yoo!! i'm back :P sorryy its been so long and sorry that i havent updated anything else recently,, ive really been struggling for motivation :(((( but i should (hopefully) be back now!! with that said,, have this fic that i wrote with a burst of motivation i got at two in the morning :] story begins under the cut as always!! - Jeri <33

Darkness. 

The street is delved in the solid obscurity of night, the tall buildings lining the pavements blurring together into a mess of shadowed industrial brick and sleek, tinted glass. The road ahead lacks any sign of human life: no cars or loud drunks making their way home after a night out drinking. All there is to experience is the smothering silence, the kind that brings a ringing to your ears if you keep your mind focused on it for too long. 

You’d seen this place before. The realisation hits you in a sharp, desperate attempt to stun your legs into action- a raw, primal instinct to preserve your life: yet, as you hastily command your muscles to move, they bitterly refuse. Letting out a poorly stifled noise of frustration, you are compelled to accept your fate of being unable to flee, being trapped on the spot as if tied to lead and sinking slowly, forcibly into the inky, eternal darkness of a calm ocean current. 

It appears in front of you. A figure that towers over your own, silhouetted black and gold against the dull glow of the amber streetlights lining the alley. With deep, crimson eyes boring into your own, it perches over you, unmoving. A cold shiver rockets down your spine. You take a deep breath. 

“Why…” You find yourself asking to the air, struggling for a way to stand your ground, “why am I here..?” 

You don’t get any form of an answer. You never do. 

You’re forced to watch as the beast extends a singular, slender clawed finger towards your chest. Your body seizes as if in a perpetual state of fight or flight, the blood that’s pumping in your ears shaking your eyes and blurring your vision. 

You open your mouth in another attempt to speak your case, but it doesn’t discourage the monstrosity in front of you from resting the tip of its vile, slim finger atop the middle of your ribcage.

You’re immediately hit with an overwhelming electric sensation, a mangled, startled cry crawling out of your lips as you find yourself crumpling to your side on the cold, dark tarmac. You desperately claw at the uneven road with weak fingers, casting a heavy, strained glance up at the carmine eyes of your darkened captor. 

It grins back down at you. Your vision fades sluggishly to darkness. 

You startle awake, a small gasp slipping from your lips as you subconsciously reach a hand to grasp the fabric of your shirt where it sits over your heart as if to verify that you are, indeed, still alive. 

A shaky breath rattles from your lungs. You’d had identical night terrors to this one time and time again, but that vile creature had never in any of them smiled at you. 

You take a deep breath in and exhale it through your nose, attempting to forcefully remove that look of malice that the silhouette had given you from your active mind.  

Heartbeat beginning to settle, you cast your eyes down at the hardwood desk below you, scanning over the sprawled out files and haphazard note paper- that’s right, you were working on a case. 

You lift your arms above your head, attempting to rid your back of the tension from your previous experience and the crick caused by the awkward wooden chair you’re currently sitting on. You sigh heavily, trying your best to draw your attention back to the notes you were taking before succumbing to slumber. You spare a glance at your watch: only thirty minutes had passed. That’s good. Rain hammers down on the window panes of the library building as you get back to work. 

It is only when you take your pencil back in hand and begin to scratch down ideas that you notice a presence over your left shoulder. At first you ignore the feeling, but as you realise that it’s not disappearing you decide that confrontation is required. 

Turning your head around, you’re somewhat startled to be met face to face with a young black-haired man. He has a… peculiar air about him, and the dark circles under his eyes suggest that the two of you have at least one thing in common. 

“Can I… help you?” You quiz the boy, watching as his attention shifts from your unorganised work splayed out on the desk to you. He tugs on the hem of his white t-shirt, placing a tentative thumb on his lower lip as he speaks. 

“I’m sorry.” He talks slightly bluntly, although you can read the conviction and deliberate placing behind his words. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’re struggling with whatever it is that you’re working on.” 

He takes another somewhat hesitant look over your paperwork before continuing, his eyes drowsy yet intelligent and focused, speaking volumes yet revealing seemingly nothing at all. 

“Are you a detective..?” 

And thus began the friendship that would pin you right in the crosshairs of a killer. 

imma be real,, i rlly enjoyed writing this one lmaoo

i just love writing edgy shit oh my goddd

anyways,, i hope you enjoyed!!

(i'm working on togami chapter 2 next!! :DD)

-Mod Jericho :3

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau x Autistic nonverbal daughter reader

Summary: Will is busy with Henry and Micheal so JJ brings in their 5 year old daughter to work, the little girl meets Hotch and instantly latches onto him which shocks everyone.

Yes another Autistic reader because I need this right now.

Third person pov...

JJ kisses her husband and sons as she gets ready to leave for the day. The blonde haired woman smiled at her boys. "I'll see you later okay?" She says getting a giggle from baby Micheal, a okay 'mama' from Henry and a smile from Will.

She smiles lovingly at her boys before looking around for her only daughter Y/N, the 5 year old was around somewhere, either playing with toys or watching her favourite show over and over again.

"Y/N!" She yells before remembering the little girl wouldn't respond to her name, Will looks at his wife. "I'll go find her" he says handing Michael to JJ before going off to find their Daughter.

It takes a few minutes to find the little girl before Will finds her in her favourite room in the house her room, the little girl had all her special Interests in her room, it was vastly decorated and made for the little girl.

Her room is where she feels most comfortable, Will watches from the doorway as his only daughter happily rocks back and forth while watching her favourite show. The man then casually sits next to her keep a bit of space between them and not touching her.

Him and JJ learnt early on that their daughter didn't like physical touch unless she wants it, they don't push it on her, they also Learnt that she could profile someone when she first meets them like she can tell if they are a good person or not, another thing that she is Nonverbal.

This means that some children who are Autistc choose not to speak, This doesn't mean that they can't or don't have a desire to communicate though. So little Y/N speaks with movements, writing things down or sign language.

Will taps on the carpet and gains the attention of his 5 year old, the girl looks up at him never meeting his eyes but she is listening to him. "It's time to go, Mama wants you" he says to her, the little girl smiles at him and stands up, he watches as she grabs one of her sensory toys.

The 5 year old H/C child then grabs her Dads hand and begins walking with him to the front door where JJ and her brothers were standing waiting fir her to show up, Michael starts giggling when he sees her, Henry jumps around excited and JJ watches with a smile as her daughter is holding her Husbands hand willingly.

"Ready to go sweetie" she says to her daughter, the little girl smiles at her mum and let's go of her dad hand. JJ and her wave bye before leaving and getting in the car, JJ helps her buckle in before handing the little girl her sensory toy ans little lunchbox woth her usual lunch in.

JJ then starts the car, the two were soon on their way to The BAU headquarters, Y/N was coming to JJs work because she couldn't leave her Husband alone with all three children it wasn't fair and she knew Y/N would enjoy going to JJs work place.

When they arrive JJ opens the door to Y/Ns side, she let her daughter choose I she wanted to be carried in or wall on her own. Surprisingly the little girl reached out for JJ, this made the blonde woman smile and excitedly pick up her daughter. "Ready?" She asks the 5 year old little Y/N grins at her and nods her head.

The two make their way into the building and quickly into the lift, JJ picked the BAU floor. "Now I have your headphones with me, and your sensory toys, if it gets to much come find me okay Honey" Says JJ to her daughter, the 5 year old looks up at her and signs 'yes mama'

JJ smiles "good girl" the elevator doors open and JJ walks into the bullpen, she spots Derek Morgan, Emily prentiss, Spencer Reid and David Rossi standing together. "Hey guys" she says to the others the Agents look over to her, all arw shocked to see the little girl in her arms.

"Who's this JJ?" Asks Emily as she looks at the adorable 5 year old, JJ smiles and bounces thr little girl in her arms. "This everyone is Y/N LaMontagne, My daughter" as she says this Spencer walks over to JJ and Y/N, the little girl makes repeatetive noises as she sees the man.

The little girl has the biggest smile on her face and signs 'Uncle Spencer' over and over as if she was screaming his name. "Heyy Y/N/N!" He laughs before holding the little girls hand letting her se eif she wants his touch.

The little girl wiggles and JJ let's her down once on the floor the 5 year old quickly runs to Spencer who kneels on the ground he let's the little girl touch hid face and hair, letting her feel the textures, a other thing Y/N loves fleeing different textures and on different people.

As the little girl and Dr bond JJ is interrogated by the others. Derek looks at her then at Y/N. "Well she doesn't look that old, so when did you have her?" He asks making JJ laugh. "Y/N is 5 years old, we never told anyone about her because we wanted to keep her safe and not overwhelmed by everyone" she explains to them.

Rossi smiles "she looks exactly like you" he says making the woman smile. "I'm glad" she says. The three watch as the little girl rocks back and worth on her feet and hands flapping excitedly as Spencer talks to her about something random.

Emily notices this and looks to JJ. "She Autistic?" JJ isn't surprised that she finds out, the blonde smiles at her friend. "Yes she is, we recognises the signs when she was 4 but she always had been, thanks to Spence we know last about m having a child who is autistic" she says making Derek smile at her "Your good parents to her" he says.

The others then get on with their work, realising they had been wasting time, Spencer continues to entertain Y/N at his desk.

Time skip...

It had been a few hours since Y/N had turned up with JJ and she was doing incredibly well being around so many people, the little girl soon git bored of sitting and watching her mum and friends work, the 5 year old gets down from her chair and wlaks out of her mums office.

The 5 year old walks around the bullpen and sees a sign on a office it read. 'Aaron Hotchner' the girl had heard the name before her parents spoke of a 'Hotch' alot, the 5 year old then walks over to the office and pushes the door open.

She looks around before walking in the office, she sees shelfs fill of many books, and many case files stacked up on a desk, she then saw a man leaning over and writing in one, silently the girl walks over to him and wayche shis facial expressions change.

She watches him fir a couple seconds before tapping his leg, the man's head shot up he looked around for the thing that tapped him. He then looked down and saw the little girl.

Y/N saw his eyebrow raise in confusion before she gave him a smile and started to make her way up trying to climb him, The still confused man helped the little girl up and she sat happily in his lap.

"Who are you?" He asks her, the girl taps his hand and writes her name on his palm, the man instantly realises she didn't talk and let her communicate with him via writing or sign language.

"So your JJs daughter" he says gaining a nod from the child sat in his lap, he was surprised when she got comfortable in his lap only jsut meeting him.

After a few hours the little girl eventually falls asleep which allows Hotch to stand up and carry her out off his office and into the bullpen where he saw JJ rushing around like a maniac worrying about her daughter.

The man saw his other Agents doing the same thing, looking under tables for the girl, even rossi was voluntary on his knees. "Is this who you are looking for Agents" he yelled over the noise not loud enough to wake the child in his arms but loud enough to be heard.

The intimidating man watches as JJ cries tears of relief as she sees her daughter asleep his her bosses arms. "I can't believe she warmed up to you so well Hotch" Says the mother taking the child into her arms.

Hotch let a small smile escape his mouth. "She must be a good judge of character then, she's my make an amazing profiler" he said making the woman laugh. "I know she will" she whispers carrying her daughter out of the building and back home after a long day.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot for JJ, as always sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

This took me a while to think off.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1601

[our-smooty]

Hi, I wanna ask you some advice on something. I wanna write a character on the autistic spectrum, but I don't want to make anything bad or stereotypical. Can you tell me some advice on how to do it correctly?

The best thing you can do is write some stuff, then show it to someone autistic. Getting an autistic beta reader would be ideal. If you can't do that try watching some videos made by autistic people (askanautistic is a good starting point) Check out the actually autistic tag on Tumblr too! But some genel tips:

Avoid characterization as the "sweet bean owo" character. Autistic people are often infantalized

Avoid the "feels no emotions"trope. We feel a lot, sometimes more than non autistic people haha

The character should be a person first, with likes and dislikes and a backstory, and not just "the autistic one"

Don't let yourself think "oh they're autistc so they couldn't do that". We're capable of pretty much whatever, and that includes being good with people, loving, and self-sufficient!

No puzzle pieces, light it up blue, or autism speaks stuff. Lots of autistics have very strong negative feelings about those, which you can lean more about in the askanautistic series!

[just-another-marvel-blog]

Marvel Fics on Ao3

-I Like Birds - Autistc!Peter X Wade and how their relationship develops by helping each other. Super Cute! Super Fluffy! A sprinkling of angst! Not finished, 15 chapters in  -Can’t Quit You - Wade starts dating Peter, and doesn't know he is Spidey -Sleepy - Spidey falls asleep on Deadpool’s shoulder and holy shit it’s adorable -Fathers Day For Tony - Awkward!Peter trying to give Tony a Fathers Day gift! -It’s ok not to be ok - A Spideypool series about the two of them getting together. A little bit angsty, a lot-a-bit fluffy -Michelle Jones's Guide - Peter and Wade obviously have feelings for each other but might need MJ’s help to move things along -Now You’re In My Way - A cute 5+1 Spideypool about being interrupted with some added angst! -Conquering Hero - Deadpool X Reader where Wade saves the kidnapped reader and they get to know each other. Very very cute!!!! -Don’t Leave Me - A cute Deadpool X Reader written in a kind of unique way -Winter’s War Series - One of the best Bucky x Reader I’ve ever read. Set in different points in Bucky & Steve’s history. It’s pretty angsty but with plenty of fluff

[nightfang22]

Patrick's Princess-Chapter One

TW: Derogatory insults

     "Wake up! Wake up! (Y/N)! Get up!" My older brother yelled. Groaning, I threw my pillow at him. "Shut up!" I screamed exhaustedly. He chucked my pillow back at me. "Too bad,kiddo. You've got school. Don't wanna be late on your first day now, do you?" I rolled back over and groaned again. I could hear him chuckle as he ripped my weighted blanket off of my body. "Hey!" I watched as he folded it up. "You need to get ready for school, kid. You don't want to make a bad first impression. Those stick around in small places like these." I knew he was right. I always hated it when my brother was right. "Fine." I whined, "But I'm riding my bike to school." He thought about it for a moment before nodding. "That seems fair. Just don’t ditch." He gave me a stern look. I nodded sullenly and rolled out of my bed. He left, closing the door behind him. I was going to jump back in bed when I noticed that asshole took my blanket with him! "Hey! You took my blanket, bro!" I screamed out my door. "I know!" ,was his only response. "Ugh!" I slumped over to my closet, grabbing my clothes and trudging to the bathroom. I glanced at the clock on my way. 5:30am 'Great. An early morning to start a shitty day.' I thought to myself as I brushed my teeth.                                                                                     

                                                 ~Timeskip~

I trudged down the stairs and I saw my brother standing at the kitchen counter. My eyes lit up when I saw what's in his hands. "Can't start the day without a little caffeine." I grabbed the can of Monster Energy and elected to leave the biscuit he offered behind on the counter. "I'll see you at 4!" I shouted as I ran out the door. I hop on my cruiser and ride in the direction of Derry High School.                         

     I chug the drink as I drive. I came to a stoplight and arrived in a screeching halt. I finish off my drink and crush the can on my skull, chucking it off to the side of the road. A baby blue Trans Am pulled up next to me. I pull my shades down and examine the passengers. It was 4 boys. I revved my engine and nodded my head to the driver who appeared to be a chubby redneck sort of fella. He seemed to get the point cause his engine roared. As the light turned green, it was on. We were neck and neck until I swerved in front of the car, effectively blocking them. They screeched to a stop. They all seemed wide-eyed. I nodded to them and sped off to park my bike. Once she was all locked and tight, I ran a hand through my (H/L)(H/C) hair and strutted to the front doors of the school with my bag on my shoulder. I walk towards the office when some short kid with curly black hair and thick black rimmed glasses puts his arm on a locker in front of me. I guess he's trying to be smooth but the fact that I'm easily 5 inches taller than him makes it ineffective because he has to look up at me. "Hey, hottie. You knew around here?" I simply blink at him, dumbfounded. "Are you talking to me?" I ask. He nods and his friend behind him clears his throat. "I'm sorry about him. Jesus, Richie! What the hell? Not even 5 seconds here and you're already harassing the new girl!" The kid, Richie's, friend scolds as he smacks him upside the head. I chuckle at this whole exchange. "Well, it was nice to meet you both but I've got to grab my schedule before the bell rings." I curve awkwardly around Richie and his friend. Walking into the office, I'm greeted by a sweet looking receptionist who smiles at me as soon as she looks up. "Ah, you must be Miss (L/N), correct?" I nod in confirmation. "Here is your schedule. You can always come to me if you need anything! I'm Miss Reese but you can call me Lizzy." I smile at her and nod my thanks. I wave as I exit the office. As I'm looking down at my schedule, trying to find my first period, I run smack dab into someone's chest which makes me fall flat on my ass. After sitting up, I glance up at the raven haired brick wall that I bumped into. His hands were in his front pockets as he bent down to meet my gaze. "My, my. You sure do look pretty down there." He sticks his hand out to help me to my feet. "I'm Patrick, dollface." He smirked at me once I was on my feet again. Straightening my bag on my shoulder, I met his ocean blue gaze. "I'm (Y/N)." There was this unsettling familiarity to the way that he was looking at me. I liked it. "You're the girl that challenged Belch with your bike, yeah?" I raised my brows. Does word really spread that quick? "I was in the backseat." Oh. That makes more sense. "Anyway, what's your schedule look like?" His gaze was intimidating. It's like it burned holes right through to my bones. It's like he could see right through me. Physically and mentally. As if he could just read my mind, only further proving my suspicions that this Patrick guy is indeed a mind reader, he said, "No, I can't read minds but I am very gifted in reading bodies. And yours is calling my name, babe." I gulped under the heat of his stare. Good gods this boy was something. "Look, I've got to get to class but maybe we can hang later?" I smiled and turned on my heel to find my first class. I felt Patrick's hand tighten around my wrist. Turning back, I see him smirk down at me. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I'll see you in class, dollface." And with that, he disappeared into the crowd. It left this tense, knotted up feeling in my stomach. I shrugged it off and continued my way to my classroom.

     It turns out that this school is much harder to navigate than I originally anticipated. I was 5 minutes late to class because I got turned around twice and when I asked this girl for directions, she sent me in the complete opposite direction. I have the feeling that people here aren't very nice. I finally found my classroom and opened the door. The loud chatter of the students suddenly fell silent as I entered the room. The teacher looked up from her desk and smiled. "You must be our new student. Class, I'd like you all to give a warm welcome to our new student, (F/N) (L/N). Please be kind to her." Everyone gave a general, tired sounding hello. "Um, actually I go by they/them pronouns." The teacher looked stunned and some of the students had confused expressions. "Oh, my apologies. Please be kind to them." She handed me a piece of paper and directed me to my seat in the back. I sat next to this really pretty red head with freckles. She smiled at me as I sat down. "Hi, I'm Beverly. Beverly Marsh." I returned her smile. "It's nice to meet you." I glanced over the worksheet the teacher handed me and realized that this was, in fact, math. I quietly groaned. Beverly tilted her head at me. She passed me a note so as not to draw the attention of the teacher.

Is something wrong?

I scrawled a quick but neat response.

I'm queer. That means I'm terrible at math.

She giggled as she read my response. This caught the attention of the teacher at the front of the room. "Beverly, would you mind sharing with the class what exactly is so funny about quadratic equations?" Beverly bit her lip. Her cheeks were a bright cherry red from the embarrassment of being called out by the teacher. As Beverly was about to speak, I raised my hand and interrupted. "Actually, Miss. It's my fault. I'm behind because of my old school and so I was asking Beverly a question about the assignment and made a math joke to break the ice because I'm not very good at making new friends." Beverly looked at me wide-eyed with a small yet grateful smile on her face. Instead, everyone else was staring at me and the girl who gave me incorrect directions snickered. "What are you? Retarded?" She spat. "Gretta Keene! March your butt to the principal's office right now!" The girl, Gretta, gave an annoyed grumble. She picked up her backpack and her assignment and stormed out of the room. The teacher then turned her attention back to me. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry about Gretta's behavior." And with that, class went on like nothing had happened. A note flopped on my desk and I looked back at Beverly quizzically.

You can just copy off of me. I'm a solid B+ student so it won't look too suspicious. -Bev

I smiled at the note. She was so nice. Beverly exposed her paper just enough so that I could see her answers but not so much so that it was obvious I was copying her work. We went on like that until the bell rang for class to end. I gathered up my things and took out my schedule. I was about to leave the classroom when I felt a hand tug on the end of my flannel shirt. I turned around to see Beverly. "You should have lunch with my friends and I. Meet me in the hallway outside of room 302 before lunch, okay? They're going to love you." I smiled and nodded at her. "Sure." And with that we parted ways for class.

                                   *Timeskip to just before lunch*

I grabbed my lunch from my locker and was looking for Beverly in the cafeteria when I saw the boy from earlier. What was his name? "(Y/N)!" I whip around hearing someone shout my name. I see Beverly with a group of boys as she excitedly waves me over. I smiled and walked over to their table. "Guys, this is (Y/N). We met in math class. (Y/N), this is Bill, Richie, Eddie, Ben, and Stan." I waved as Beverly scooted over so I could sit next to her. I took a seat and fiddled with the handle on my lunchbox. Beverly glances at my lunchbox in my lap. "What did you bring?" I placed the box on the table, popping it open to reveal a can of A&W and a couple Hershey's bars. "Woah, your parents let you have all that sugar?" Eddie asked in awe. "Well, it's just my brother and I but he thinks I put only one chocolate bar and a sandwich in there with water instead of the sodas, too." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. I picked up a chocolate bar and opened it. Breaking a piece off, I passed the bar to Beverly. "Here, we can share. Consider it my thank you gift for letting the awkward new kid sit with you at lunch." They passed the chocolate around until it was gone. I cracked open my soda and just as I was about to take a sip, the can was swiped from above me. I look up and turn around in my seat to see the boy from earlier drinking my A&W. He smirks down at me as he drinks my soda. I stand up and try to swipe it back, ultimately failing. He holds the can above my head and leans down into my face, smirking. Beverly stands next to me while glaring at the raven haired boy before us. "Fuck. Off. Hockstetter." Beverly nearly growled at this boy. 'Hockstetter, huh? Why does that sound familiar?' I took my chance to observe the boy up close while he glared down at Beverly. He had dark and greasy hair the color of the obsidian stones I keep in my pocket, eyes as cloudy and blue-grey as abandoned dishwater but they somehow sparkled when paired with his Cheshire grin. That's when his eyes flickered over to me, and he bit down on his bottom lip slightly. His eyes roamed over my body up and down as he cocked a brow, his grin growing even wider. For some reason his gaze intimidated me. His mere presence felt so raw, so purely dominant that I couldn't help but look down at my feet. I could feel it happening. I was starting to regress and all because of some boy I just met. Some boy that I don't even know. But I couldn't help it. My mental age was dropping lower by the second and I could feel it. He tilted my chin up with one finger to make me look at him and I immediately avoided eye contact. I feel the heat of his gaze flare up on my cheeks and I can hear him lowly rumble. Instinctively, I make brief eye contact and then find a calm middle ground to stare at so I don't panic while looking him in the face. I settle on his smile. His canines are sharp and oh so very enticing. Beverly's hand rested on my shoulder and I snapped out of it. I was suddenly extremely aware of where I was. My breathing began to quicken and my eyes darted back and forth. I closed up my lunchbox and made a beeline for the hallways. "(Y/N)!" I could faintly hear Beverly scream my name from the cafeteria but I didn't dare look back until I was curled up in a hollow tree in the courtyard in front of the school next to the parking lot. I felt myself slipping as tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't stop myself from burying my face in my knees and quietly sobbing. "Found ya, Princess."

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