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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do Derek Morgan x adopted son reader where he has extreme anxiety and has a panic attack and Derek helps him through the tough time and stays with him holding him until he feels better? Thanks!

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do Derek Morgan x adopted son reader where he has extreme anxiety and has a panic attack and Derek helps him through the tough time and stays with him holding him until he feels better? Thanks!

I struggle with anxiety so much as well, it impacts my life daily life it sucks bad so of course I'll write this.

Third person pov...

Y/N Morgan was an anxious boy. He'd always been anxious as a child and now as a teenage his anxiety had only grown more extreme

His Dad had tried everything to help the boy and his anxiety though it never did anything.

Currently the teen was in school, it was his last class of the day which was English, Y/N liked English he always created the best stories for when they did creative writing, only this time his teacher had something different panned for their last few weeks.

Y/N sat at the back of the classroom, his teacher was finishing off their lesson for the day, clapping his hands Y/Ns teachers gained almost everyone's attention.

"Okay class, for your last couple of weeks, I have decided to assign a task for you all to complete" this gained some curious murmurs from the students.

The whispers turned into quiet conversations then the teachers got everyone attention again and the room was silent though the H/C teen could still hear people whispering.

"Now your task will be to write and present a speech about what you have learnt this year and how you can use it in your daily life" as he finished the classroom erupted into chaos.

Students began shouting across the classroom, others ready coming up with ideas for what to talk about. Y/n on the other hand was currently freaking out.

He was frozen in his seat, his heart pumping loudly in his ears like an echo, his hands felt sweaty as his anxiously began to rub them on his jeans, his hands shaking with nerves.

Public speaking. His nightmares had officially come true, the teen hated speaking infront of people anyway nonetheless to a classroom of 30 students.

As the bell goes the loud ringing is enough to kick start the students into rising from their tables all pileling into the overcrowded and loud hallways.

Y/N was sat in his chair still, the shell shocked teen could feel his brain spiraling put of control, he had only one thought in his mind. 'I need Dad'

As if on auto pilot the boy moved like a robot, packing up his things and standing from his desk he leaves the quiet empty classroom and begins making his way to the FBI headquarters in a trance.

When he came out of it he realised where he was, he was standing in the middle of the bullpen. Suddenly he felt like he was punched in the stomach and couldn't breathe.

His breathes began coming in wheezes as he panicked, E/C eyes desperately looking around the room for his Dad but to his horror he couldn't find him, so he looked for someone familiar.

As he was deep in this panicked state he didn't hear someone walking up to him, a hand on his shoulder bought him more panic than comfort.

He took a breathe but didn't feel it go down it was as if it was stuck in his throat, so instead of a cry he let out a high pitched squeak.

His hands immediately going to this throat, he couldn't breathe. "Can't breath" he wheezes out as if he'd swallowed a load of dust.

One hand move to his chest when his clothes started to feel to much his eyes wide with fear. Someone kneels infront of him the face blurry as unshed tears fill his vision, the person is talking to him though their words are muffled.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice. "Hey, kiddo, what's going on?" The H/C teen lifted his head, seeing his dad, Derek, his face etched with worry.

He felt tears in his eyed as he saw the familiar face of his dad infront of him. "I... I can't breathe" the panicked teen choked out, his voice raw and trembling.

Dereks eyes widend but he kept his cool for his son he needed a clear head,his voice a calming presence to the boy. "Just focus on me Y/N. Breathe with me, slow and deep" he instructs the boy.

They've been though this multiple times before this time wasn't any different than the other ones.

Derek then guides his sons hand to his chest, making him feel the steady rise and fall of his own chest. The rhythm was reassuring, a beacon in the storm of Y/Ns anxiety.

Derek sat down beside him, pulling him into a hug, the two sat on thr floor in the middle of the bullpen, the other agents ignored them and let Derek help his son.

From the position the H/C boy felt his dad's warmth, the familiar scent of leather and cologne, grounding him. He clung to Derek, feeling his dad's strong arms holding him. The world outside the embrace seemed to fade away, the voices, the smells, the pressure – all dissolving into the comforting presence of his father.

"Its's okay, son. You're safe" Derek whispered, his voice a soothing balm as he cradled his sons head in his hand as the boy pushed his head into his dads chest to feel his heart.

"Just breathe. Let it all out." He continues to whsiper calming and soothing words to his son.

Slowly, the panic began to recede. The knot in his stomach loosened. His breathing calmed, the ragged gasps replaced by deeper, more even breaths.

He felt the familiar ache in his chest begin to subside, replaced by a sense of peace.

Derek stayed with him, holding him for what felt like an eternity, just waiting until the storm subsided. Y/N felt a wave of gratitude for his dad, for his unwavering support, for his love. He finally felt safe, surrounded by the silent strength of his father's embrace.

The H/C teen leaned into the hug, his anxiety fading, replaced by a wave of love and relief. He knew that no matter what, his dad would be there, a constant in the chaos, a safe harbour in the storm. He was not alone.

The two sat for what felt like hours had only been 30 minutes, even then Derek didn't move until he was sure his son was okay, the team all watch on impressed at how Derek the eternal ladies man comforted his son.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, Panic attacks suck and being only during then suck even worse, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1150

[kin-and-kaboodle]

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[mrsaito58]

school days

Dunno what reminded me of this today, but:

When I was in elementary school, the schoolyard had a line painted down the middle to divide it by gender. [This was a simpler task in those days, as there were only two that anyone admitted to.] When we arrived before school, we waited in the schoolyard on our designated side. When the bell rang, the boys clustered at the boys' door on one end of the school, and the girls did likewise at the opposite end.

Of course, once we were inside the school, the genders mingled, because you would have to pass some of the opposite on their way to their classroom while you were on your way to your classroom. Once in the classroom, seating was non-segregated. As were lessons. When we were divided into groups for group projects, they generally tended to be co-ed.

But when the bell rang for morning recess, we lined up at the classroom door in two lines, divided by gender. And then, when dismissed, our lines diverged toward the designated outer doors. When we were out for recess, we played on our designated side. Facilities were duplicated: there was a girls' and boys' baseball diamond, girls' and boys' basketball nets, etc. Being caught on the wrong side was grounds for squeals of snitching, courtesy of the “correct” gender, and chewing out, courtesy of whichever teacher was on monitor duty.

This repeated throughout the day: returning inside after recess, being sent outside at lunch [our school had no cafeteria, it was assumed everyone could go home for lunch], returning, out and in for afternoon recess, and then final bell to leave for the day. Segregated outside, integrated inside. [Granted, they couldn't stop us from mingling over lunch or after school. But recess was enforced.]

It didn't take me more than a couple of grades to grow old enough to see the pointlessness and waste of all this. But I was always too meek to question it out loud.

In grades seven and eight, the boys were obliged to take wood shop, and the girls to take home ec — the first segregated instruction. This is also when phys ed classes became segregated. In my darkest secret recesses, I suspected puberty had something to do with the phys ed situation.

Once I hit high school in grade nine —

[Our school system didn't have middle school or junior high: it was elementary = kindergarten thru eight, and then high school = nine thru thirteen.]

— then wood shop became an elective. Along with auto shop and metalworking. No longer obligatory. But also not available for girls. Home ec was similarly optional, and also not available for boys. No matter how much they might be interested in the subject, or benefit from it. It simply wasn't up for discussion.

But at least, in high school, the schoolyard and entryways were no longer segregated.

I still have no real explanation for all of this. But I'm glad my kids came up in a school system which no longer indulged in such eccentricities.

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The Way You Drive (Logan x MC)

Book: Ride Or Die (AU)

Pairings: mentioning of past Liam x MC (Ella/Ellie); Logan x MC

Summary: What happens when Logan brings Ellie to a surprise event?

A/N: An excerpt from my Everything Has Changed series, where Ella changes her name and now lives in Los Angeles. 

A/N2: Participating in @rodappreciationweek August 6 = Logan

Umm tumblr totally ate and or deleted this post, like why? There’s nothing crazy in it. Guess this fic sucks LOL Anyways, thank you @burnsoslow for inspiring me to write this, and for you and @alyssalauren​ looking over this and the edits. Love you guys!

Warnings: sexual innuendos; adult language

Words: 469

Ella, or Ellie by what everyone in her new life called her, was sick of school. She bounced her knee in her seat as she waited for the bell to ring. Ellie knew he was outside waiting for her; she just knew it. Excitement blossomed in her chest, then her brain snapped her back to reality. This wasn’t Liam. But maybe that was for the best. Four years was a long time and Logan was here, not Liam.

The bell rang and everyone in the classroom stood quickly to pack their backpacks. Grateful for not having a bag with her, Ellie stood and ran out of the room. She slowed her pace in the hallway and attempted to speed walk towards the exit. As Ellie walked outside, the sun hit her lightly bronzed skin and she took sight of Logan leaning against his 2005 yellow and black Devore GT. Ellie bit her bottom lip as she locked eyes with him. How a man in ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt was so sexy she had no idea. She made her way down the stairs and towards the front of the school where he had parked.

“Hey, Troublemaker.”

“Hey yourself.”

Logan smirked. “I want to take you somewhere.”

Ellie’s brow arched. “Oh yeah?”

He opened the door to the car for her and waited expectantly.

“What if I had plans, Logan? You were just going to assume I’d want to come?” She crossed her arms across her chest. She didn’t want to come off as a bitch, but these feelings she had for him were what she should be feeling for Liam. But Liam isn’t here! Her mind screamed at her but she couldn’t help herself.

“Look El,” Logan shut the door and crossed his own arms across his chest. His eyes darkened with desire as they roamed over her long, dark hair splaying over her shoulders, her beige shirt, and her white shorts. Her legs were so long and he let the memory of her wrapping him up in them pop into his brain. “You don’t have plans, Riya said you told her you were going to be with me.” He licked his bottom lip as he stepped closer to her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “And I want you to come, all day, all the time.”

Ellie’s eyes fluttered shut at his words. “I …”

“Come on,” Logan stepped back and smirked at her. He opened the door again and waited.

“You’re …” Ellie swallowed and opened her eyes. She huffed and got into the car. “You’re a dick.”

“And you really are a troublemaker,” Logan laughed as shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Where are we going?” Ella buckled her seatbelt as Logan did the same.

“The LA Auto Show.”

[neetmatsuimagines]

Hi! I really like your writing! It’s so cute! Do you think you could write about a scenario in which sweet shy Highschool Karamatsu is head over heels for an upbeat classmate and how he’d confess? I love pining :) <3

(A/n)

Thank you so much that means a lot! And of course I can this idea is really cute! I hope you like it!

Italics mean flashbacks

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Karamatsu was making his way to his classroom, holding his books tight to his chest. He was staring at the floor, but occasionally made quick glances at you as you walked in front of him. His cheeks flushed when he saw you look back. He looked back at the ground hoping you didn’t notice.

He remembers the first time he met you, right when you two first attended Akatsuka High. He felt his heart almost come out of his chest when he first saw you.

He went to try to talk to you right after the ceremony, only to trip and fall flat on his face. He went to run away out of embarrassment but only stopped when he saw a hand reach out to him.

“Hey, you alright?” Said the voice, he looked up to see you.

He starts to panic, body freezing up on him.

“Come here.” You said and you grabbed his hands, pulling him up with you.

He stuttered and bashfully rubbed the back of his head.

“T-Thank you!” He said bowing soon after.

“No problem, what’s your name?” You asked and he gulped.

“Karamatsu Matsuno.” He said and you smiled, extending your hand out to him again.

“My names (Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you! Hope we have the same classes!” You said.

He looked at your hand than back at you, he grabbed your hand and shook it.

“L-likewise!”

~~~

“Matsuno...Matsuno!” Came a loud voice and Karamatsu jolted in his sit. He looked up to see a stern look coming from his teachers face.

“S-Sorry!” He said as he stood up. Holding his book in his hands.

“That’s alright, just don’t space out again, it’s your turn to recite the next paragraph on page 89.”

“Yes!” He said loudly.

~~~

Karamatsu soon sighed out, happy that lunch was here, he grabbed his bento and begun to eat. He was softly chewing his food as his mind wandered to you again.

He looked over and saw you eating as well, talking with some of the other classmates in your class.

He looked back at his bento again and noticed how he had a rather large cookie as the sweet in one of the spots of his bento.

He looked over at you again. Only to not see you there, he sat more straight up, wondering where you went, but jolted by the feeling of hands on his shoulders.

“Gotta Karamatsu-kun!” Came your voice and he looked up. Seeing you leaning over him, a smile on your face. His face flushed as he looked back down.

“(Y/n) Chan/kun!” He stuttered out and you laughed, sitting in the set in front of him, getting your bento back out and sitting it right in front of his.

“Hey, I noticed you’ve been skittish lately, you alright?” You asked and he looked at you.

“Huh? oh yeah I’m alright!” He said, rubbing the back of his head.

“That’s good.” You said as you begun to eat your lunch.

Karamatsu stared at your bento, noticing all the types of foods that was in it.

He noticed you didn’t have anything sweet to eat in it. ‘I could share my cookie with her/he/them.’ He thought to himself, but he mentally shook his head. ‘No that’s too much!’ He thought and began to eat his food again, hoping to distract himself with it.

~~~

Soon the two of you finished after talking about your classes and upcoming tests, wishing each other good luck on them. You was about to stand up till he grabbed your wrist.

“W-wait!” He said and you looked at him.

“What is it Karamatsu?” You asked and he gulped, he grabbed the cookie and split it in half, handing you the bigger half.

“H-here...I saw you didn’t have anything sweet to eat so I thought I could share this with you.” He said while looking to the side.

You was quite till you laughed and grabbed the half from him.

“Thanks Karamatsu-kun, you’re the best.” You said and ran back to your desk right as the bell started to ring. He took a deep breath as he was realizing what he just did. A small blush dusting his cheeks, and a small smile on his lips.

~~~

Karamatsu was putting his indoor shoes away into his locker and his outside shoes on as he begun to make his way home, noting that his brothers was all already gone.

He turned his head and saw you making your way down the stairs, he looked back at the ground. Considering walking you home on his mind. He balled his fist and took a deep breath, closing his locker as he made his way over to your locker, and looking at you.

“(Y/n)-Chan/kun!” He said, you turned your head.

“Oh hey Karamatsu-kun!” You said with a smile, he bit the inside of his cheek.

“W-should you like it if I w-walked you home?” He asked, his fits clenched and shaking. A small blush on his cheeks.

“Oh sure I’d like that!” You said and he blinked, “r-really!?” He asked and you nodded.

“Sure, give me a second and we can go!” You said and he smiled.

“Alright!”

~~~

You two was soon walking towards your house,the two of you talking about anime’s and games you both have been playing, recommending them to each other.

His heart was beating so much, he couldn’t tell if it was his nerves or he was just happy, ‘probably both’ he thought.

“You seem better now huh Karamatsu-kun?” You said and he turned his head. “Huh? Really?” He rubbed the back of his head again and smiled.

“Guess I am, not so many people around I guess?” He said and laughed softly.

“Hmm maybe...” you said and looked ahead, watching a cat on a wall sleep.

~~~

The two of you soon made it to your house. He was hopping he could find his way home from here, he was never on this side of the city often.

“Well this is me, thanks for walking me home Karamatsu-kun!” You said. You soon made you way to your house, he was still standing where he was, he wanted to say something, anything, so the silence wasn’t awkward.

“W-wait!” He shouted and you turned, he ran to the gate in front of your house and he breathed in deeply.

“I-I have something to tell you...” he muttered and you walked up to him. Standing in front of him now.

“What is it Karamatsu-kun?” You asked and he gulped. Your hands was resting on the gate. He softly grasped them and looked you into the eyes.

“I like you, a lot! Will you go on a date with me!?” He shouted and you blushed. Words not coming out. He waited and waited, but soon realized he made the wrong decision.

“ I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I’ll leave please forget I said any-“

“No wait!” Tightening your grip on his hands.

“I like you too! We can if you really want to.” You said, a small blush on your cheeks.

His mouth slightly fell open, his hands felt cold and numb even though he still felt the warmth coming from yours.

“...really...you’ll go on a date with me?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes, that sounds nice.” You said as you smiled at him.

“Yes!” he said as he soon started to jump up and down. You laughed watching him, he he soon stopped, embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“So, where do you want to go? You can choose if you want.” He said she you smiled, grabbing his hands.

“How about we go skating.” You said and he smiled.

“That sounds great.” He said.

~~~

(A/n)

This is all written on my phone so if you see any grammar and or spelling mistakes that I could have overlooked, please forgive me it’s my phone auto correcting on me.

[writing-noah]

Used and Forgotten

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Eijirou didn't get to 1-A.

His score wasn't enough.

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He didn't even get to the Hero Course. Not by far, barely a couple points, but he still didn't get there.

Instead, he's in the General Department.

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The first few days, he's distracted. He isn't proud of himself. He worked so hard, gave it his very best, and it still wasn't enough. Sure, he got to U.A. But it still didn't feel like enough.

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He felt like a disappointment.

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The bell brought him back to reality, class already over. He moved in auto-pilot, gathering his books and shoving them inside his bag. The rest of people were chatting and already walking away. Some going home, others to their clubs.

Eijirou sighed and stood up from his seat, his feet guiding him to the door.

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"Kirishima."

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He came to a halt, head turning towards the person who called for his name. One of his classmates was looking at him, a smirk on his face.

He frowned, trying to remember his name.

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"You're... Monoma, was it?"

His classmate nodded, walking towards him. "Monoma Neito."

"Kirishima Eijirou," he introduced himself.

Neito snorted. "I know. So! Why do you look so depressed?"

"...excuse me?"

"Every time I see you, you're radiating sadness. It's annoying."

That made him frown. "I'm so sorry for annoying you, your Majesty. I shall try my best not to bother you." His tone was sarcastic, and he gave him an exaggerated bow.

That made Neito grin wider. "Good. Moping and crying won't take you anywhere. If you want to get better, you have to keep pushing yourself, pinecone."

His eyes went wide. "What..."

"Come on, you're extremely easy to read. You're sad about not getting to the Hero Course? You wanted to be in 1-A?"

"Who wouldn't?" Eijirou looked away, arms crossed on his chest.

"If you show them you have what it takes, then they can transfer you. We still have time to prepare ourselves for the Sports Festival and have a chance to switch classes. But you have to work for it." He shrugged, starting to walk away.

Eijirou felt a rush of adrenaline invade him, and he burst out of the classroom. "Monoma!!"

The boy stopped, turning his head to look at him over the shoulder. "Yes?"

"I... I want to be stronger," he clenched his fist, eyebrows furrowed in determination. "I want to show them what I can do."

"And are you willing to work for it?"

"One hundred percent."

He seemed satisfied with that answer. "We'll talk tomorrow. Arrange schedules. I'll help you out."

"You'd do that!?"

"Unless you'd rather train alone."

"No!! Not at all, dude! Thank you!" Eijirou smiled at him, bowing slightly. "I'll be looking forward to it!"

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That was the first time Neito saw him smile. A genuine smile. Not like the ones he faked when another classmate approached him.

It made his stomach twist.

He turned to look forward, resuming his walk.

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"We'll start tomorrow."

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That's basically how their friendship started.

It was like Monoma knew Eijirou's fire was fading and just poured gasoline onto it to make it burn again, brighter and bigger than ever.

The next day, they agreed on a schedule. Sparring, gym visits, quirk strengthening. Their bond was based on working together and pushing each other to be better. To work harder.

They encouraged each other, cheered if one of them was getting tired, helped the other finish the day successfully.

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They were partners.

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But it didn't last for long.

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"Neito!! I need you! Now!" Eijirou's voice made him turn around, an eyebrow raised.

"What is it? I'm eating, pinecone!"

"You can eat later!!" His friend grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up from his seat forcefully. That made him drop his onigiri.

"I can't eat later, we have class!!" He miraculously snatched his bento from the table, chopsticks falling to the floor because of it.

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Eijirou ignored him and kept dragging and pulling him, taking no notice of the looks the rest of his classmates gave him. Once they exited the cafeteria, they started going up the stairs. He was running extremely fast, skipping steps and pushing doors open. Monoma had a hard time keeping up.

They finally stopped at the rooftop, Neito dropping on the nearest bench as he tried to even out his breathing.

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"What's gotten into you, Eijirou!? Was that really necessary!?"

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He was about to go on about his absurd behavior, but he found himself speechless when he saw his face.

Eijirou was pale, sweat sliding down from his forehead. He was fidgeting with something, eyes looking around.

He couldn't help but get worried, leaving his bento on the bench and getting up.

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"Hey, what's wrong? You look like you're about to pass out."

"I may be! I'm just... The, um... This..." He bit his lip, and Monoma noticed his hands were shaking while holding onto something.

"Eijirou?"

"Just look at this," he shoved the thing between his hands on Neito's chest, which he grabbed clumsily.

"Alright...?"

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He looked down at it, a blank envelope between his hands. He turned it around, U.A.'s logo coming to view.

His eyes went wide.

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'No way...'

‏‏‎

He opened it, the small white artifact falling to his palm. The moment he pressed the button, a hologram with All Might appeared.

‏‏‎

"This message is for young Kirishima Eijirou, student of U.A."

‏‏‎

He saw how his friend's shoulders tensed up, and he covered his ears.

Monoma focused back on the hologram.

‏‏‎

"Through the use of this hologram, we communicate to you that your request has been considered! We evaluated your capabilities and discussed it with the rest of the teachers in the institution. We decided to grant you your wish."

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Neito felt a knife go through his chest.

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"We have seen your improvement and consider you worthy of a chance, young Kirishima! You will be transferred to Class 1-A in the Hero Course. This means the classes you will be having from now on will be tougher, and you will need to work hard if you want to maintain your place there. From this following Monday, you will be attending Class 1-A. We have sent your new schedule via email." All Might smiled, nodding towards the camera as he gave it a thumbs up. "Congratulations, young Kirishima!"

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The hologram ended.

Neito found himself between shouting and crying.

‏‏‎

"Is it done?" Eijirou turned to look at him, slowly lowering his hands from his ears. "Your face looks awful... I think I already know what they sa—"

"You made it," Neito interrupted, eyes on his friend.

"...what?"

"You made it, Eijirou. You'll be with Class 1-A starting next Monday."

It took a minute for his friend to digest it, and his eyes went wide. "For real!? They said yes!?"

"See for yourself, you idiot!" Neito threw the hologram towards him, and Eijirou was quick to activate it.

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Hearing those words again made Neito want to cry even more.

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"No way..." His friend was already crying, a hand over his mouth. "I made it, I really did... I passed..." A huge smile took over his face as he turned towards him. "I did it, Neito!!"

"You did!!"

They were tightly hugging each other seconds after that, both in tears.

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For Eijirou, because his happiness and excitement got the best of him.

For Neito, because he knew this meant he would lose his best friend. And he hated that.

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«««««««»»»»»»»

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Days later, Neito received an answer for his request. He wanted to be with Eijirou, so he asked the teachers to reevaluate him and consider transferring him to the Hero Course.

But he was transferred to Class 1-B.

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He didn't make it.

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«««««««»»»»»»»

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There's a new exam. It's a 1vs1 between the two classes: 1-A and 1-B.

And, of course, Neito has to go against Eijirou.

They both positioned themselves in the battleground, the fight about to start. They weren't the only ones in the arena; other people around them were also about to begin.

‏‏‎

"Good luck, Monoma!" The boy in front of him smiled.

‏‏‎

Eijirou's voice made him sick.

‏‏‎

"I don't need your luck."

‏‏‎

Seeing how his smile twitched amused him just as much as it hurt him.

‏‏‎

When the fight started, Kirishima was the one who launched towards him. He tried to punch his cheek, hit his side, tackle him to the ground.

Monoma dodged every attack.

He still remembered how he moved every time they sparred and practice, but that wasn't the reason why he was able to dodge him so easily. He would find himself unconsciously looking at him every time he saw him fighting. Both inside the establishment and outside of it, when he was on TV being broadcasted.

Neito recognized his repeated movements, how he tried to use punches all the time instead of switching it up a bit, how he would always try to finish it off quickly instead of taking his time to study his opponent and attack based on what he observed.

He noticed how Eijitou started getting frustrated after not landing any hits, the seconds ticking loudly from all the clocks he had.

It made him smirk.

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"What happened, Red Riot!? Have you been slacking off? Not practicing enough?" He dodged another hit and pushed him away. His competitor was getting angry, the attacks quicker than the previous ones. "My, that's a pity. Are villain attacks too tiring for you? Getting rusty? Too much free time at your internship? Or maybe you're simply lazy!"

"Shut up!!" Eijirou threw another punch, this one getting to Monoma's hardened arm.

"Should I!?" He laughed, pushing him backwards with a kick to the chest. "Look at you! You can barely fight against me!! Is this what they teach you in 1-A? How to fail? Maybe you should go back to the beginning! Remember all that? It could help!"

"What the fuck happened to you!?" Eijirou's sudden yelling made him freeze.

‏‏‎

He was steps away from him, breathing loudly as he looked at him straight in the eyes.

His face showed anger, eyebrows furrowed deeply and nose scrunched up. But Neito recognized that hidden sadness and hurt behind his eyes.

‏‏‎

"Why are you acting like such a prick, Monoma!? You were never like this!! You were completely different, dude!! What the hell happened!?"

Monoma stared back at him. Then, he exploded in laughter.

"You are asking me what happened!?" He placed both hands on his stomach, squeezing it tightly. Then, he sighed, staring at the ceiling for a second before turning his attention towards him, furious. "Are you stupid!? You know exactly what happened!! You never cared about your classmates! You never cared about me!! You used me to get to that stupid, useless class!!"

Neito clenched his fists, his blood boiling. "You were so obsessed with it, you never thought about anything else!! Do you even remember that we were your friends before THEM!?" He pointed at the people gathered steps away from them. 1-A. His new friends. "You abandoned us so easily!! Forgot about us instantly!! You fucking REPLACED me!! And now, you have the AUDACITY to ask WHAT HAPPENED!?"

"That's not—"

"SHUT UP!!!" Monoma enlarged his hands using Kendou's quirk, which he copied right before the combat began. He grabbed an unguarded Eijirou with it, hardening it in a combination of both quirks. Then, he started to squeeze. "I helped you with EVERYTHING!! It's thanks to ME that you're with THEM!! AND YOU THANK ME BY FORGETTING IT ALL!!!" He turned around, using the momentum to slam him against one of the walls with as much strength as possible.

‏‏‎

His hand returned to its original size, probably because of the teacher's quirk. He didn't really pay attention to it.

He was having trouble breathing after getting so worked up, but his eyes were still on his opponent.

Eijirou was on the floor, crumbles of the wall on his body. He noticed him shaking, gasping for air. His arms were covered in wounds and lacerations, blood starting to roll down from them onto the floor.

Neito started walking towards him.

‏‏‎

"Get up," he spat, voice trembling with anger. He watched the other struggle, a hand applying pressure on his side while he tried to get back on his feet and failed. That only made him angrier. "GET UP!!"

‏‏‎

A string of blood appeared next to Monoma, holding him by his wrists and preventing him from getting closer to Eijirou. He still continued to watch him.

The boy lifted himself up for a few seconds before collapsing back on the floor.

‏‏‎

"You are supposed to be a hero? Don't make me laugh. You don't have what it takes... Guess Crimson was wrong."

‏‏‎

He didn't mean that. He didn't mean to pronounce those words with so much venom. Watching the pain in Eijirou's eyes made his heart hurt worse than ever before.

He felt tears rolling down his face, burning his skin and making his chest feel incredibly tight.

‏‏‎

"That's enough, Monoma." A hand was placed on his shoulder, Vlad by his side. He reabsorbed the blood used to hold him back, while Aizawa walked past them towards his student.

‏‏‎

He needed to get out of there. Now.

‏‏‎

"Monoma?" The moment he heard Komori next to him, he touched her arm and copied her quirk. He then used it to create a smokescreen, quickly running away from the building.

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«««««««»»»»»»»

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He heard the door for the tenth time, a growl falling from his lips. He sat up on the bed, turning towards it.

‏‏‎

"Get out, Kendou!! I'm not in the damn mood!"

‏‏‎

When another knock echoed in his room, he finally stood up and swung the door open.

‏‏‎

"Don't you understand I—!?"

‏‏‎

His voice died when he saw Eijirou at his doorstep, a hand scratching the back of his neck.

He was looking away from him, lips pressed together in nervousness. The tank top he was wearing left his bandaged arms uncovered, and he noticed the bandages went from wrist to shoulder. But other than that, he looked alright.

It was a relief.

‏‏‎

"Can we talk?"

He frowned, arms crossed on his chest. "We have nothing to talk about. Just forget about me. You're good at that."

When he tried to shut the door, a foot prevented him from doing so. "Please. We really need to talk."

The boy stared at his eyes, a sad expression on his face. Neito bit his lip.

‏‏‎

‘Curse those puppy eyes.’

‏‏‎

He turned around, walking back to his bed and leaving the door open for his visitor.

Eijirou closed the door behind himself and remained there, fidgeting with a strand of hair as he looked around awkwardly.

‏‏‎

"Are you going to stand there and do nothing?" He didn't look back at him, entertaining himself with the stress ball Kendou bought him months ago.

"Just... Just let me think about where to start for a sec."

"What are you here to talk about, Kirishima?" He felt the cushion sinking beside him, his body tensing up when he realized Eijirou sat down next to him. Monoma forced himself to look at him.

‏‏‎

The boy had his elbows on his knees, hands covering his face as he sighed lengthily. Then, his hands moved to his hair, starting to pull slightly.

It was a habit Neito hated.

‏‏‎

"Stop that," he took his hands and lowered them, placing the stress ball between them. Eijirou started squeezing it almost instantly.

"Thank you," his voice was barely a whisper, and he took his time before speaking again. "I'm sorry, Neito."

"What about?"

"Well... everything." He chuckled weakly. "I hurt you, and I'm really sorry about that. You helped me train to give my best effort at the Sports Festival, you were with me when the results came in, you supported me and helped me out even some time after we changed classes." His hand squeezed the ball tighter. "I didn't mean to start being... distant. I kept myself busy with classes and training, then the villain attacks happened, then I started working with Fat Gum... And, because of all that, I ended up losing you."

"I was always there for you, even when you didn't realize it. You didn't lose me, pinecone."

Eijirou's lips curled up ever so slightly at that nickname. Then, they were pressed back into a line. "I know, but it wasn't the same. You said it yourself, I was so focused on my class I... ignored you. You were there for me, helping me out when I started doubting myself. You helped me be better... and I didn't even make the effort to keep talking with you and hanging out." He dropped his forehead to his hands. "I'm a terrible friend, and you have every right to be angry at me. I'm so, so sorry, Neito."

"It's fine, you were busy. It still bothered me, but I understand."

"Even if I was, I could've done something! Text you, maybe hang out on a weekend and catch up, anything!! I didn't even make the effort to be there for you! I didn't even try!" One of his hands slid down his face, while the other was still preoccupied with the stress ball. "You were right... I don't deserve having Crimson's support. I don't deserve to be a hero."

"Okay, that's bullshit," Neito shoved him to the side, successfully drawing the attention towards himself. "I have to apologize for that. I was just angry and said anything I could think of to hurt you... You've worked hard to get where you are, Eijirou. You've improved a lot, even if you don't see that. Honestly, I've been watching you on tv and sparring matches, and your stamina and strength are outstanding. You still tend to repeat punches instead of trying new stuff up, but you can break that habit easily if you're conscious about it. You're charismatic, and selfless, and so, so strong. You deserve to be a hero."

"Thanks, Jack." They both laughed at that nickname.

"See? If we need to be honest here, I think the one who doesn't deserve to be a hero would be me."

"What!? No way!! What are you talking about, dude!?" Eijirou sat up straight, staring at him in disbelief.

"It's the truth! Even your stupid nickname got it right! 'Jack of all trades, and master of none.' I can do a lot of things, copy quirks and use them for myself, but I don't have a quirk I can call my own. I just steal it from someone who actually has one and use it for my own benefit. It's nothing special. It's not a quirk people imagine for a hero."

"...how long have you been thinking that, Nei-Nei?"

He snorted. "All my life? Ever since I got my quirk, I knew the dream of becoming a hero wouldn't be an easy one. Getting into U.A. was already a surprise for me. Even more surprising the fact I could get transferred."

"But you were able to!! Your quirk is amazing, Neito!"

"Stealing is amazing? Go figure." Eijirou punched his shoulder. "Hey!!"

"You don't steal, dumbass! Your quirk is to borrow someone's power and make it your own. You have to improvise, to know about quirks, to think outside the box and use quirks in a way the original user can't think of. You were able to use two quirks at once, too!! Any hero would kill for your quirk!"

He rolled his eyes at that. "Now you're just being dramatic."

"I'm not! Remember the attack that happened time ago? How heroes couldn't do anything because none of them had a quirk with an advantage against the villain? You would never have that problem because you can have a bunch of powers stored and ready to use!!"

"Only if I'm prepared beforehand."

"You always are, let's be honest here."

He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean, you pinecone!?" This time, it was Neito the one who punched the other's shoulder, making him start laughing.

"Dude, careful with the bruises! I'm still healing!"

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They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and catching up after so long, sharing experiences and telling stories about their classes. It was a fun time, simply laying on Neito's bed, staring at the ceiling while listening to each other, some comments and teasing here and there.

Just like old times.

‏‏‎

"I really missed this. I'm glad you don't hate me anymore, Jack." Neito's frown made him laugh.

"Hate is a strong word... But an accurate one. You hurt me, idiot."

"I know, I'm sorry... I can't believe my stupid feelings caused all that."

He blinked at that, turning to look at him. "What? What do you mean ‘feelings’?"

Eijirou turned as red as his hair. "I just fucked up so bad. Can we pretend I didn't say that?"

"There's no way in Hell I'm ignoring that! Explain yourself!"

The boy grabbed one of the pillows and covered his face with it, sighing exaggeratedly. "I'll asphyxiate myself." His muffled voice made him snort.

"Stop that!" Neito grabbed the pillow and ripped it from Eijirou's face, still looking at him. "Talk."

He looked away, taking multiple breaths to find the courage to speak. "The reason why I started being distant... it wasn't just because."

"There was a reason?"

His friend snorted. "Of course there was! I didn't distance myself from you because I used you, or because I got tired of you. It was... because of my feelings."

"What feelings, pinecone. You're being so damn cryptic. Spit it out!"

"I started falling for you, okay!?" He blurted out, covering his face with both hands. "At first I thought it was only a stupid crush that would go away eventually, but we started spending so much time together, and you were there when I had no one, and we shared so many things..."

Neito was speechless, eyes wide as the gears inside his head started turning. "You-"

"I'm sorry!! I really am! But I was so fucking terrified! I already got my heart broken once, and I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love again, and then you came into my life and just decided to tear down all my walls! I got scared!" He snatched the pillow from the other's hands, covering his face with it once again. "Fuuuuuuck."

‏‏‎ Monoma blinked slowly, his eyes on his friend. He was in a fetal position, his back to him as he kept mumbling and cursing into the pillow.

He simply smiled.

‏‏‎ "Eijirou. Drop the pillow and look at me. I can barely hear you."

"No!"

"I want to speak to your face, not your ass!"

"I'd rather you reject me while looking at my ass!"

Neito laughed, a hand pinching the bridge of his nose. "Who said anything about a rejection!? Turn around!"

He saw the other's body tense up, and he slowly turned around. Then, he lowered the pillow, looking at him. "What?"

"Are you free Saturday afternoon? We can go watch that new movie you mentioned and maybe dine out?"

Eijirou's eyebrows shot up, eyes wide. "Like... a date?"

"Yes, pinecone. Like a date."

‏‏‎ He smiled brightly, red still painted on his cheeks. ‏‏‎ 

"I'd love to!"

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[grimdarkacademia]

Dark Academia Reading List Autumn 2020

1. Intimations by Zadie Smith

A short collection of essays about the writer's life and thoughts as the pandemic bears down upon New York City.

2. Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett

An ex-academic lives a quiet life in a small english cottage. Nothing happens. Fiction.

3. Teaching to Transgress by bell hooks

A classic collection of essays and auto-interviews in which bell hooks deconstructs the impersonal and colonial elements of the university classroom in an effort to create compelling and nurturing spaces, spaces of freedom. Published in 1994, it's a bit dated when it comes to revolutionary pedagogy, but for any college students or new teachers, it's extremely thought-provoking.

(Free pdf below, since it's expensive and many libraries don't have it.)

https://sites.utexas.edu/lsjcs/files/2018/02/Teaching-to-Transcend.pdf

4. The Binding by Bridget Collins

A novel about a young man who, following a mysterious illness, is forced to work as an apprentice bookbinder-- which, in this world, means removing people's memories. LGBTQ fantasy!

5. Bright Dead Things by Ada Limon

A beautiful poetry collection exploring themes of home, death, identity, and love, both for the self and others, set against the warm backdrop of rural Kentucky. "I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying."

[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

Malex week day seven: au day - I needed a few days before I felt good about posting this but here it is. I’d be happy to add on to this au so feel free to send prompts! I have plenty of ideas but not enough time to write them all right now.

Welcome to Roswell

Michael had never really felt welcomed anywhere. He certainly didn’t feel welcomed by the alien theme sign mocking him as he drove into the city limits. He hadn’t spent enough time here as a kid to form much of an opinion, but from everything he’s heard, he’s fairly certain he hates it already.

The drive from Albuquerque was full of doubt. Who’s to say Max and Isobel even still lived there. He’d spent the last ten years trying to call on the connection they’d once shared only to be met with silence. Who’s to say they’d even remember them.

Driving past that sign, everything changed. What came on as a ringing in his ears gradually faded to a gentle hum full of warmth and an anxious excitement as he continued down the streets littered with alien attractions. They were here and they could feel him too. They hadn’t forgotten.

Knowing it was a school day, Michael makes a list of things to accomplish before the reunion that would have to be postponed a few more hours. Now that he knows they’re here, he’ll need to find a job and a place to park his truck at night. If he can manage to squeeze in a shower somewhere, even better.

He drives around for almost an hour before finding the auto shop on the outskirts of town. It’s a small, run-down garage sat on a large yard full of beat-up cars and other miscellaneous parts. He thinks his truck might blend in nicely, the peeling red paint and rusted hubcaps sitting nicely amongst the other junk. First, he needs to convince them to give him a job.

He drives onto the dusty lot, parking behind an old jeep. His boots hit the ground for the first time since he’d left his foster parent’s house that morning, dirt wisping up around his heels and a dull ache running up his legs. A cursory look at the front office window shows no help wanted sign, so Michael prepares to lean into all of his charms. He doesn’t have many other skills outside of taking things apart and putting them back together so this place is pretty much his only shot.

The bell above the door gives a feeble ring as he enters. He takes an involuntary step back as a kid around his age brushes past him at the same time. The guy has black hair worn in short spikes and a nose piercing, not to mention the all black wardrobe despite the desert sun shining high over their heads. Michael thinks he even spots a bit of eyeliner as he passes. Even so, there is really no other way to describe him than pretty, and Michael can’t keep his eyes off of him as he gets into his jeep and tears out of there without even a glance backward.

Shaking his head, Michael turns back to finish entering the crowded space made narrower with the endless piles of invoices and precariously stacked boxes of car parts. A man looks up from the front desk, his greying hair falling onto the patch covering his right eye while the left scrutinizes Michael from head to toe.

“You Sanders?”

“Who’s askin’?” The man goes back to his paperwork but something in the gruff tone of his voice tells Michael he’s intrigued enough that he should continue.

“I’m looking for a job; wondered if you’re hiring.” With nowhere to sit, or even anything to really lean against, Michael shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels.

The man glances up again, eye narrowing as he thinks. “You got any experience? I don’t have time to be doing any teaching.”

Michael smiles, standing tall. “I built my truck out there,” he nods over his shoulder toward the glass door. “I know what I’m doing.”

The man, who Michael assumes is Sanders, moves quickly toward the door. Michael spins to follow, hurrying to pop the hood when he’s directed to do so, fidgeting again as Sanders assesses his work.

“Where’d you come from kid?” The hood slams under Sanders’ hands. “I’m the only yard around and I’ve never seen ya.”

“Albequerque.” Michael can appreciate that this is a man of few words.

“Hmm,” Sanders leans against the truck, his good eye looking him over again. “Your parents ok with you havin’ a job?”

“Wouldn’t know,” he challenges. “I aged out of the system today. I don’t have anyone to report to anymore.”

“And your first thought was to come on down to Roswell?” Anger settles into the lines of his face. “You’re not one of those alien fanatics are ya?”

Michael can’t help the surprised laugh that bubbles up in his throat. “Definitely not. I’ve got friends here. Seemed as good a place as any.”

“Alright,” Sanders nods, straightens up, and heads back toward the door. “You start tomorrow.”

Startled, Michael swings around to face his retreating back. “Really? Thanks.”

Sanders waves a dismissive hand, the bell ringing as he opens the doors. “Yeah, yeah,” Michael hears as the door swings shut.

-:-

Alex pretends to listen as Mrs. Perez drones on about whatever author they’re covering right now. He knows he should care, knows he shouldn’t be mentally counting the days until his birthday when he can finally leave this town behind him. It doesn’t stop him from sitting despondently in the back of the classroom writing lyrics instead of notes in the margins of his worksheet.

“Mr. Evans,” Mrs. Perez says with such disappointment towards her star pupil that even Alex looks up. Max stands in the doorway looking genuinely sheepish. “Nice of you to join us.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Perez. I was picking up our new student from the front office.” Max steps inside as the room comes to life with the news of a new student. Small towns are nothing if not cliched after all.

Following Max is a guy with wild curls and a smile that does something to Alex’s gut. Alex stomps down on it as soon as it takes root. There is no time for fun stomach feelings when he is so close to bailing.

“Ah, you must be Mr. Guerin,” Mrs. Perez smiles; her kind, motherly face now welcoming. “Thank you, Mr. Evans, please take your seat. Mr. Guerin, come here.”

Max bumps his shoulder against Guerin’s in a friendly and familiar gesture that causes the whispers to grow louder as he moves to take his seat in the front row.

“Class,” Mrs. Perez calls, “class, please give Mr. Guerin your attention. Mr. Guerin, why don’t you tell us something about yourself.”

“Um, hi, I’m Michael,” he starts, eyes wide against the curious gaze of their peers. “I just moved here from Albuquerque.” An awkward silence settles over the room as Mrs. Perez unhelpfully nods for him to continue while the poor guy is clearly searching for more to say.

A smile crosses Michael’s face that has that funny feeling valiantly shoving against Alex’s resistance. “I’m really into physics and math but both of those APs were full so here I am.”

Alex smirks as the rest of the class, mostly the girls, laugh. The new guy is smart, funny, and cute; a combination that will ensure his popularity, and when his eyes meet Alex’s across the room and his smile only grows, Alex knows that all his plans for indifference and coasting by until graduation are no longer a viable option.

He is so screwed.

[janegrey9]

play the role of anyone but me, vii

ok y'all this is the last update of today (or is it?) so enjoy chapter seven!

warnings: cursing, sex jokes

chapter vii: taco bell

Julie’s phone would not stop buzzing.

She was in English, her phone on the desk next to where she was taking notes, and it was buzzing so much Julie thought her phone might fall off the table. Sighing in annoyance, she grabbed her phone and discreetly slid it in her back pocket. At the next pause in the teacher’s lecture, Julie asked to go to the bathroom.

When she got there, Julie locked herself into a stall and opened her phone to twenty messages. Two from Carlos asking her to get Taco Bell on her way home from school, one from her dad showing her the photo shoot he did for some rich person’s dog, one from Flynn asking for math answers (as if Julie did it either), and sixteen from Patterson.

Luke ;) 💕

princess

julie

julie

julieeeeeeeeee

jules

do u respond to jules??

i think i heard jones call u that once

can’t remember if u responded tho

wait do i even have jules privileges

i mean i slept in ur studio i’d say i do

julie

julianna

sorry i bet ur mad im not using ur title

princess julianna molina

damn u want the FULL title????

her royal fuckin highness princess julianna molina

Julie

Oh my god, what do you want I’m in English

Also, not my name

Luke ;) 💕

ew auto caps

n e wayz

i left my song book at ur place

Julie

Your what

Luke ;) 💕

my song book

the book in which i write my songs

Julie

Ugh. I’ll bring it tomorrow

Luke ;) 💕

no i need it tonight

we have a rehearsal and i need to show the guys a new song

Julie

Fine

I’ll pick you up by the football field and we can go get it

Luke ;) 💕

thanks princess ;)

Julie

Don’t call me that.

Julie made her way back to class just as the bell rang. As she packed up her bag, a tall shadow covered her from behind. A Victoria’s Secret bubblegum scented shadow.

“Who were you texting?” Carrie asked casually. Almost too casually.

“No one. I went to the bathroom.” Julie responded lightly, glad her back was turned to the girl. Carrie could catch anyone in a lie, especially Julie. Her face scrunches up when she lies, and Carrie knows that.

“Bull. You never go to the bathroom during class. Tía Victoria always tells you only lazy people do that. Who were you texting?” Carrie repeated. Fucking detective.

Julie sighed. “Fine. I was texting Nick.” She lied again.

“Oh my God, Jules, stop lying. I know you weren’t texting Nick because I was texting Nick and he’s terrible at texting multiple people at once unless it’s a group chat.”

Julie stayed silent. Carrie sighed, dramatic as ever.

“Okay, whatever, you don’t have to tell me who you were texting, but just know I’ll assume it was Luke Patterson if you stay silent.” Carrie said.

Julie froze, her shoulders tensing.

“Oh. My. God.” Carrie said, her voice rising.

“Carrie,”

“You!”

“Don’t.”

“You were texting him!”

Julie cringed.

“You,” Carrie exclaimed, shocked. “Julie Molina, were texting Luke Patterson!”

Julie spun around and clamped a hand over Carrie’s mouth, her bag still on the floor.

“I don’t want to hear a word about it. Yes, I was texting him. It’s not a big deal. Drop it,” Julie said firmly. “Please.” She added.

Carrie nodded. When Julie removed her hand, Carrie had the widest grin Julie had seen since the time Flynn fell off a swing.

Julie bent down and grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder and began walking out of the classroom. She could hear Carrie following her closely and prayed to whatever God was up there and listening that Carrie wouldn’t make any comments.

“Tell Patterson I say hi!” Carrie sang as she breezed past Julie and in the direction of the cafeteria. Julie stopped short.

Clearly her prayers had fallen on deaf ears.

Julie’s phone buzzed one last time.

Luke ;) 💕

can we stop at taco bell on the way to ur house

Julie smiled wryly.

Julie

Only if you’re paying, Patterson

Luke ;) 💕

ofc!! im a gentleman after all

gotta treat the princess right

The smile turned into a grin. Fuck.

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[stories-for-sell]

   When the bell for lunch rang, Aaron moved to quickly leave the classroom, only to find himself blocked by Balto.

   "Outta my way." He growled, trying to slip past him, just to be blocked again. A low warning growl started up, rumbling in the back of his throat.

     Balto stood his ground, red eyes staring into black ones. "So, is it actually true? You of all people are dating Alejera?"

     "Does it matter? Leave him alone, Balto, our relationship is none of your business."

   Aaron snarled at him, walking away, roughly bumping into his shoulder on purpose as he left the classroom. Walking down the hall, he noticed out of the corner of his eyes, kids moving out of his way and whispering, catching snippets of conversations, piecing together what the looks were about.

   “Do you think he’s in the Shadow Knights now?”

   “-as making out in the bathroom!”

   “-jera and Lycan!”

   “Balto wasn’t the onl-!”

   The comments followed him all the way to the lunch room, where he sat down next to Aphmau, groaning in annoyance. The girl looked up at him, waiting to hear what was annoying him; but as he opened his mouth, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him back against someone, who dropped their chin onto his head. Instantly, people around them hushed for a couple seconds before picking up where they left off in their conversation.

   Gene grinned down at Aaron, fake sweetness in his voice as he spoke. “Hey baby~ How was class, boring I bet.” He said calmly, like this was a normal thing he did everyday,

   Aphmau stared at the two of them, shocked confusion on her face as he lifted a hand, pointing at them and trying to find the words to express what was on her mind.

   “What’s wrong Kitty? Jealous that I’m with Aaron and you aren’t?” 

   Aaron elbowed Gene in the ribs as a warning to watch his mouth and remember their deal, smirking in satisfaction as he heard the soft grunt of pain escape Gene. Turning to look at Aphmau, he gave her a sympathetic look and mouthed ‘Just go with it, please.’ Receiving a nod, he then turned, arms looping around Gene’s waist and yanking him, harder than necessary, half on the seat and half on his lap. He couldn’t help the smirk forming on his face when Gene let out a surprised squeak, tanned face darkening with an embarrassed blush.

   “D-Did ya miss me, Puppy~” He asked, trying to regain control of the situation.

   “Rule 2, Gene.. Don’t call me puppy or I’ll rip your insides out.~” Aaron snarled gently into his ear, just loud enough for Gene to hear him.

   A shudder went down the teen’s spine when the low, dangerous toned voice spoke in his ear, hot breath ruffling his hair. It took a lot in him not to let out a soft whimper, to keep himself from giving in and losing the game they were playing.

   The rest of the day consisted of Gene and Aaron bumping into each other, occasionally being somewhat touchy with each other when people were looking. When the final bell rang, Aaron quickly exited the school building and turned to the student parking lot, something catching his attention.

   Balto was just visible around the corner, and from the way he was standing, he had someone pinned against the wall. Now usually, Aaron would ignore this, but something in his gut said to save the poor kid who was with Balto. So, he set off swiftly for him, and when he turned the corner and saw who was pinned against the wall, his heart skipped a beat, nearly stopping all together. He took in the scene before him, breath catching in his throat, bile threatening to come up.

   Blood soaked the wall behind the poor kid, who looked like they’d just been beaten within centimeters of life. Eyes were dull and gazing at nothing in particular, clothes hung in tatters. There were bite marks crossing all over one arm, but not deep enough for werewolf saliva to get in and turn them, thankfully. His hair hung over his face, shielding the guy’s identity from anyone but Balto. Neither seemed to realize Aaron was there as the wolf reared back, before throwing his fist forward, a loud cracking noise echoing through the parking lot, a nose definitely being broken. 

   The pained cry sent shivers down Aaron’s spine as the boy began to actually struggle with the little energy and strength he had left, and when he squirmed, his hair fell out of his face, and dull blue eyes caught sight of Aaron, red ones following suite as he nearly bolted with a figurative tail between his legs. But he was stuck, turned to stone as he stared at the mess of a kid Balto had created, and in his mind flashed images of what might happen if he didn’t help.

   ‘Gene, bruised, bloodied, and damaged, looked up weakly at him, eyes glazed over, cheeks glistening from tears. His uniform was torn to shreds, and Aaron could see blood soaking the undershirt from a nasty wound on his stomach. Balto, shocked at seeing Aaron, let go of Gene, and the world seemed to slow as they watched his body drop to the ground, a pained cough escaping him, blood dripping from his mouth and busted lip. His nose was swollen and broken, eyes already turning black, cheek bruised.

   ‘Aaron did not recall much of what happens next, only that Balto was in desperate need of a doctor. He sighed, still furious from the sight he saw, driving down the road and turning onto his street, adjusting the rear view mirror of his truck to make sure the teen laying, soaking his seats with blood, in the backseat was still semi-conscious. Which was a no.

   ‘Him pulled into the drive, relieved to see that his parents weren’t home, which meant he only had to get past Melissa. Stopping the truck and turning it off, he quickly hopped out and opened the back seat door, reaching in to pick Gene up. Doing a quick sweep of the nearby houses and spotting no one, he makes his way to the front door, unlocking it carefully and pushing it open, carrying Gene inside and kicking the door shut. So far so good, but his luck decided to run out very quickly, as Melissa walked into the foyer, opening her mouth to say something before stopping, mouth agape, eyes wide, staring at the unconscious man in her younger brother’s arms.

   ‘“Aaron.. What did you do!?” She exclaimed, rushing over to take the boy and start patching him up.

   ‘This resulted in the two basically playing tug-of-war with Gene’s body, jostling the poor boy and hurting him. Eventually they managed to set  him on the couch, and were now standing in the nearby open kitchen, arguing about what to do.

   ‘“You beat a kid nearly to death!”

  ‘“It wasn’t me, Melissa.. It was the werewolf Alpha at our school, Balto.. He’s been trying to get to Gene for ages.”

   ‘“We need to patch him up, and make sure he’s ok.. Do you still have a first aid kit in the truck?”

   ‘“No.. I used the rest of it after I got into a fight.. And I think the ones in here aren’t fully stocked…”

   ‘“Tengo un botiquín de primeros auxilios en mi auto…” A voice piped up, making both Lycan kids turn to stare at the speaker.

   ‘Gene looked at them, sitting up slightly, looking disoriented as he gave them a slight goofy grin.

    ‘“I’m sorry.. What? I’m fluent in Spanish.” Melissa said calmly, taking control of the situation for her brother.

   ‘“Solo soy fluido porque soy parte latino… Mi papá era latino, mamá era estadounidense. Dante se parecía a mamá.”

   ‘“I’ve no idea what he’s saying…” Aaron mumbled, waving his hand to get Gene’s attention. “Do you remember what happened?”

   ‘“Uhh ... Lobo loco estaba enojado porque yo no ... salir con él

??? No recuerdo exactamente.”

   ‘“.. In English?”

   ‘“Uhh... Mad wolf was angry cause I wouldn't..date.. him??? I don't remember exactly. Ughhh, my head hurts, Aaron.. What happened.. Everything hurts…. Fuck.. Lycan.. I think I need a hospital... ” His eyes travelled downwards to look at the blood soaked shirt he wore, eyes widening at all the blood; it was strange, for him to seem so calm when he’s bleeding to death on Aaron Lycan’s couch..

    ‘Melissa sighed, running off to search for a first aid kit, while Aaron walked over to Gene.

   ‘“Can I have your phone.. Or your mother’s phone number? Or even Dante’s number.”

   ‘“Simplemente no coquetees con Dante.” He mumbled, slipping out of consciousness once more after handing his phone over and unlocking it for Aaron.’

   Aphmau’s scream of horror is what jarred him from the imaginary scenario that had felt like hours long, yet seemed to be only seconds. Balto bolted from the scene as her and her two.. Not-alone buddies?? came running towards them, while Aaron caught Gene as he fell to the ground, pulling him against his chest.

   “Holy cow!! What pissed Balto off so much!?” Travis asked, watching Vylad and Aphmau help Aaron lift Gene back up onto his feet again.

   “I don’t know.. But he needs a hospital.. Come on, call your parents, let them know why you might be late getting home, but I can’t take him by myself.” Aaron told them, starting off in the direction of his truck and watching the other three scurry after him, Aphmau staying close as she helped support Gene. 

   They got him into the truck, stretched out in the back seat, head in Aphmau’s lap. Vylad in the other seat, using his over shirt to apply pressure to the bleeding. All of them listened to the soft groans and whines that escaped the barely conscious Latino as he tried squirming away from their grips.

   In a spur of intelligence, Travis leaned around in the passenger seat, grabbing Gene’s abandoned backpack Vylad had been smart enough to grab and dug through it, pulling out a phone protected in a dark blue case that had a photo pasted over it of himself and Dante. He handed it over to Aaron after unlocking it and opening emergency contacts… all of which were in spanish.

   “We need to call a family member.. Maybe his mom?”

   “Gene’s mom is probably at dance practice, waiting for him.. So why not Dante?” Aphmau suggested, ignoring the confused look Vylad shot her.

   “I need Google Translate..” Aaron grumbled, looking through the contacts and clicking on the one that was, thankfully, labelled ‘Hermanito(Dante)’. He held it to his ear listening to it ring before a female voice answered the phone, speaking in Spanish, assuming it was her son.

   “Eugene .. ¿Está todo bien? Dante está en la ducha.”

  “I don’t speak spanish ma’am..”

   Silence, before she spoke again, English thank Irene this time, voice turning even more concerned than it originally was.

   “What happened to mi hijo?” She asked, waiting for a response, Aaron panicking, unsure of what to tell her. His throat turned dry, closing up, bile once again threatening to come up as the image of Gene torn to shreds flashed in front of his eyes.

   Aphmau, seeing his panic, stole the phone from Aaron, putting it on speaker phone.

    “Hello Mrs. Alejera.. It’s Aphmau.. Uhm.. Gene was.. We’re on our way to the hospital.. He’s not looking very good.”

   “I’m on my way… Aphmau.. Save my son. Please.. We can’t lose him too.”

   With that, she hung, apologizing to her dance instructor before speeding to grab all of her stuff.

   The drive to the hospital felt like hours, but couldn’t have been longer than 30 minutes at the most. They stopped the car, carefully hoisting Gene, who was now more conscious than earlier. And a lot more expressive of his pain. They were lucky they had Aphmau, who could at least understand what he was saying.

   The doctors instantly got him onto a stretcher and began questioning the teens who had brought him in, wondering if they could provide answers as to who did this, where he was found, how much blood was lost. 

   Saving them from silence as they tried to answer was the sound of a familiar blue-haired flirt bursting through the front doors, demanding to see his older brother. It took Aaron and some doctors to hold Dante back from running into the halls. Behind him, a poor young-looking woman entered the room, rushing to Dante to contain her youngest son from causing commotion. One look at her made it obvious that Gene got his well… genes.. from his father, who was nowhere to be seen.

   Seeing the mother of their patient, a nurse made a beeline towards her, gently pulling her to the side to speak, Dante following now and squeezing his mother’s hand in comfort.

   The news wasn’t good.. Gene had to have immediate surgery and blood transfer because of the amount he lost. He was basically sitting on Death's stoop, as if deciding whether to walk through the door or not, clinging to the thread of life. If they had waited any longer to bring him here, there wouldn’t be any chance of saving him.

   Balto was expelled from the school the following day after police came with the news that Aaron and the others had told them, and was put in jail until they decided on a sentence that would suit him. Gene wasn’t in school for an entire month, and no one involved was allowed to disclose information about what happened and where he was. Not even to Zenix and Sasha. When he finally returned, in the last stages of recovery, no one, not even Dante, knew he was gonna be at school that day, until he walked into the lunch room, effectively silencing the entire school, looking around, and heading straight for Aaron, sitting next to him and leaning on his shoulder. For, during his recovery, Aaron helped him along every step of the way and the two had grown rather close, Aaron was even planned to be in the courtroom for Baloto’s sentencing, since he witnessed part of the attack, and was the one who had driven him to the hospital. But in the end, he was still his pretend boyfriend, right?

[incorrect-du-quotes]

Kristoff and Eugene headcanons, please!

Let’s start with Kristoff: 

Lost his parents at a young age and was adopted. 

Sven is his extremely large dog that he found as a puppy shortly before his adoption. He’s a mutt with some definite Irish wolfhound features. 

Originally his “Conversations” with Sven alarmed a few people. Not so much anymore, since he since proven himself one of the sanest people on campus.

Kristoff is also a member of the rugby team. Sven is the unofficial mascot. 

Pretty much every game, Anna will be in the stands cheering her BF and his teammates on loudly enough to be heard above the rest of the audience. 

He didn’t initially intend to befriend Eugene, it just sort of happened. Partly because their girlfriends are bff’s.  

With all their shenanigans, he thinks it’s only a matter of time before he gets an ulcer. 

He makes up one quarter of the school’s Auto Club. And thanks to that time he got oil stains on the campus library’s new carpet, he’s one of the main reasons the club’s well over their intended budget.  

His roommate’s Naveen, who he thinks is kind of poncy, but decent. The first thing he said to Tiana after learning she was dating the guy was “You have my deepest sympathy.”

His survival skills are legendary. If you dropped him in the middle of the Rockies with nothing but the clothes on his back, within hours he’d have a lean-to, a fire, a net, and a fish cooking over said fire. 

He loves to go camping and hiking, which gradually rubbed off on Anna and most of their friends. 

Because of his large and extremely physically affectionate family, he sometimes has trouble with boundaries and personal space (Jim in particular has trouble with this). 

Eugene and Aladdin tried to prank him once. ONCE. 

He’s majoring in Biology, and plans to work as a forest ranger. He knows just about anything you could wish to know (and then some) about North American wildlife (he helped Elsa fix up the tank for her salamander). 

He was one of the people in the classroom during the Green Boom (see Rapunzel’s headcanon). 

He’s pretty good at sewing. He does a lot of mending to his own clothes. Naveen looked genuinely confused when he offered to fix his clothes. “Why? It’s much less time and effort to buy new ones. Why are you looking at me like that?” 

They once got arrested. Don’t ask.  

Eugene: 

Has earned the ire of at least half the teachers on campus. 

He and Aladdin are both vying for the position of Prank King. 

The two are pretty good friends from their similar backgrounds. Like Al, Eugene lost his parents and stayed in the foster care system throughout his minority. Also like Al, he’s got a bit of a criminal record for theft and trespassing. 

HE’s been on the straight and narrow (more or less) since he met Rapunzel.  

He plans out huge celebrations for Rapunzel’s birthdays. They’re casual and fun without being crazy. 

For his first few days in DU, he went by Flynn Rider just to see how long people would fall for it. 

He once took a painting class just so he and Rapunzel would have something else to bond over. It didn’t work out the way he hoped. 

He still calls Pascal a frog, just to annoy her. 

His roommate’s Jim. And he has a tendency to get under his skin, usually just for the fun of it. Honestly though, he likes the guy.

He insists that he doesn’t catch colds. He is wrong.  

He can’t keep a secret to save his life. 

If allowed, he would eat nothing but cold cereal and porkchops. 

He’s doing well enough with his grades, but at one point he had to clean up his act after using the “I can’t come to class because my Grannie’s funeral is today.” excuse one time too many.

The most expensive things he currently owns are: A 25 year-old Plymouth Acclaim, a bottle of Ralph Lauren cologne, and his laptop. In that order. 

All joking aside, he’s a really caring, sensitive guy. He volunteers to read along with Belle, Aladdin, and Rapunzel to the kids at the homeless shelter. 

[quixotic-writer]

Coming Clean

Song inspo: Coming Clean — Green Day

Summary: There is no time in your life more confusing than your teenage years. You start questioning everything, especially yourself. Sal had everything figured out, Q pretended as though he did too. When Q finally comes face to face with those feelings, Sal offers to help sort them out.

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The teacher sounded like white noise at this point in the lesson, Q clearly didn’t care about a single word that was coming out of the teacher’s mouth. He doodled little characters in his notebook to pass the time as he thought about more important things like what he’s going to be doing after school.

Sal, who sat next to him, was on the same wavelength but somehow a little more attentive to the class. He understood everything that was going on but just couldn’t be bothered with it. He didn’t quite know where his mind was right now or where his train of thought was traveling to, it felt like a mental moment of peace.

“Hey Sal.” Q whispers over to him snapping him out of his trance like state. “You wanna hang after school and go to my place?” Sal lights up at the question.

“Hell yes!” Was his short response before quickly looking back to the front of the classroom to see all their fellow classmates staring at them as well as the teacher.

“Mr. Vulcano and Mr. Quinn, I sure hope you aren’t talking in my class AGAIN?” They both straighten out their posture and side glance each other knowing they got caught talking in class yet again.

“Brian was just asking to use an eraser is all Mr. McNeilly.” Sal quickly grabs the eraser from his desk and hands it to Q. Smooth recovery but it was kind of obvious their short talk wasn’t about an eraser.

“Thanks Sal. Sorry Mr. McNeilly.” Q tries to look remorseful. All Mr. McNeilly does is raise his eyebrow and continue with his lesson. The boys sigh in relief and slump back into their chairs.

As the time passed since the mini exchange, Q couldn’t help but count down the minutes until school was finally out. He was always excited to hang out with Sal and vice versa, but Q had reached a time in his life where he was beginning to sort out and figure out all his emotions. He had this love and adoration for his best friend, but it grew to feel like an infatuation and he thought it was a normal thing until being told otherwise.

“So like, you’re telling me no one feels that kind of emotional attachment??” Minor panic was setting in his bones, he didn’t want to expose the skeleton he had hiding in the corner of his closet.

“...No, Q. Maybe for a girl I find hot, but not a friend.” Murr said shooting Q a suspicious look. He felt his face go hot and his hands begin to sweat as he fiddles around with the ring band on his middle finger.

“Maybe i’m confusing my feelings and just being dramatic. Speaking of romance, how’s that girl you’ve been talking to that attends the neighboring school?” He tries to quickly divert the conversation over to a subject he knew Murr would take it and run with it and it would be like the topic was never brought up.

“Q being dramatic? Unheard of.” Joe says sarcastically as he takes a huge bite out of his sandwich, smiling to himself. Murr continues rambling on and Q sinks in on himself and his gears start working over time. Is it true that these are romantic feelings he has for Sal? He never really took the time to sort out these emotions, he mostly repressed them and said “eh, i’ll figure it out later.” But later became now very quick.

Why did figuring yourself out have to be so hard especially when it deals with someone you’re best friends with? He knew he liked girls, he knew that much for sure. But when it came to guys, that’s when things got a little blurry for him. Sal seemed to be the one that threw a curve ball on him and was the one to turn everything upside down.

Sal had an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude about his romantic taste. He never messed too much with labels and didn’t really see the point in them. While he knew he lusted for ladies, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of being with a guy at all. He had played a detailed scenario where he was with a guy, and it didn’t bother him at all, he was indifferent and comfortable with the thought. He believed there could be a special person who could just woo him, so for that he kept himself open to any options that were laid out in front of him. One of those options: his best friend Q, but he’d never say anything assuming Q didn’t bat for the same team he did per se.

The school bell rings and it made Sal jump out of his skin a little since he had lost track of the time. He looks over to Q and they both smile to the other knowing their game was now afoot as they gather all their things. When they start making their swift exit, they were halfway out the door when Mr. McNeilly decides to get in his final words: “Enough talking in class you two. One more time and I will for sure separate your seats.”

“Yes Mr. McNeilly.” The two say in unison and leave before being further lectured on their poor classroom behavior.

“I swear that class gets more and more painful with each passing lesson. It’s so boring it’s almost as if they want us to fail.” Q complains to Sal as they both hop into his car and take off to presumably Q’s place either chill in his room and put some records on, or get lost in the forest for a bit. Either way, they both were just happy to spend time with the other.

As they rode along the road, Sal stared outside taking in the familiar view of the small town they know. Q had his eyes on the road, but he didn’t feel all there, it felt as though he had been set on auto-pilot.

“So I hear you have been chatting it up with a girl yourself, eh, Q?” Sal has a giddy grin on his face that shows he was eager to find out the latest gossip on his friend’s romantic life. In reality there was no gossip to be heard, there was no girl. It was all a made up scenario Q made to evade any suspicion on his confused orientation status.

“Yeah... her name is uh... Samantha! Her name is Samantha. Yes. Met her at the mall food court. Brown hair, green eyes, a gorgeous combination of features if you ask me. She has this radiating smile and a laugh that takes me out.” Sal smiles and nods, little did he know Q was, in reality, describing the person sitting next to him. But he would never tell him that. “So any girl you have your eyes set on lover boy?” Sal’s heart palpitated for a second knowing that now he was in the hot seat.

“Not really a girl per se. I do think a guy is pretty cute though.” He casually blurts out. Q feels his palms sweat and he begins gripping the steering wheel just a little bit harder.

“Guy?” Q half chokes on the air he was breathing and his voice cracks as he tries to get out a single word.

“Is there... a problem with that?” Sal raises his defenses, he imagined Q would have been fine with it and not have cared.

“No no... sorry it just caught me off guard a little. You do you, i’m glad you’re happy and comfortable with yourself. Tell me about him.” Sal began to sweat, he wasn’t expecting a follow up question.

“Well... he’s nerdy or geeky or whatever... um. pretty chill y’know. Yeah.” Sal knew that was the stupidest blurb he ever went on and was mentally face palming himself over and over and over again. But he knew he couldn’t say too much without being too obvious, he wasn’t about to unintentionally confess who his crush is to his crush.

The car was silent for the last tail end of the drive to Q’s place. When they get there, they both take themselves upstairs to his room where they follow the same routine they always have. Sal throws himself onto Q’s bed while the other sat on the floor shuffling through his box of records to find something to play in the background while they talk the day away. The grainy sounds of an old Elvis record begins to fill the room as the two sit in silence.

“So how did you know?” Q looks over to Sal who raised his head to meet eyes with Q.

“That’s so vague Q, more specific please.” He slumps his head back onto the bed and stares at the ceiling knowing this was gonna be a weird and awkward conversation.

“How do you know that you like guys?”

“Same way that I know I like girls, same way you know that you like girls. I just feel it, go with the flow of my heart. I find a dude attractive and maybe I wanna kiss him, boom.” Q had heard over and over the same statement of ‘you just know,’ and honestly it wasn’t helping his case at all. It had grown frustrating trying to find help and advice when it was the same dead end every time. “But y’know the game changer is a kiss. That’s what sealed the deal for me.”

“You’ve kissed a guy before?” Q feels jealousy taking over with a slight twinge of confusion, he had never heard of Sal ever kissing some other guy.

“Yeah it was a dare at a party, that’s how I figured things out. What’s with all the weird questions today?” Sal sits up and seats himself at the edge of the bed. He looks all over at Q’s face and the deer in the headlights look he had made it all click together in his head. “We don’t have to talk about it if you’re uncomfortable Bri.” Q’s eyes never left the box of records he was looking through. Sal was his closest friend and he knew he could tell him this much, but it still terrified him because he felt like he was just supposed to know and have it all together. He hated being vulnerable and open, he felt as though it made him an open target for attacks. So instead, he kept all his serious problems to himself and was left alone to solve them.

“I just feel so lost. I feel like it’s almost.. wrong, to have the thoughts and feelings that I am.” He buries his face into his now sweaty palms. He’s trying so hard to be open about what’s going on for once, but it all feels so mortifying. Sal stares at Q and knows there’s one quick fix to the problem.

“Brian, it’s okay to be confused. You don’t have to have EVERYTHING figured out, especially something like this.” Sal tries to console his stressed out friend with soothing words. It wasn’t often where Sal had called Q by his actual name rather than his nickname, he knew he was serious and only trying to help. “Listen, if it helps to make this easier, just kiss me.” Q’s head shoots up immediately and his whole face turns red. Sal smirks knowing that was the exact reaction he was gonna get.

“Seriously?” Q was absolutely floored at the sudden offer.

“Well, Bri, I wouldn’t offer if I was serious. Now pucker up butter cup.” Sal makes kissy noises to Q in attempts to lighten the mood, somehow it made his face become even redder than before. Q gets up and sits next to Sal on the bed, he never once dared to make eye contact. His heart was racing so fast inside his chest it felt like it could escape out of his body and run at any moment. “Are you sure you’re up for this Q?”

“If I don’t do this, i’ll be left lost for a while. If you’re offering, i’ll take it.” Q finally looks into Sal’s eyes and his mind flat lined for just a second. This was it, the moment he craved deep in his soul no matter how hard he suppressed it. The two begin to lean in closer together, eyes closing, the radiating heat of their faces warming their senses.

And then it happened.

Their lips connected and for once in this painstaking soul searching journey, Q felt tranquil. He reaches his hand up to hold Sal’s face as he proceeded to deepen the kiss, hungry for more after starving himself of affection he knew he wanted. Q hums at the sensation and Sal hums back in response. When they finally pulled apart, Q finally figured himself out. Sal couldn’t help but smile since he could see the fireworks shooting off behind his best friend’s eyes.

“Sal. I think i’ve finally figured it all out.” Q was breathless to say the least.

“I’m glad I could help out.”

“And now I think I should tell you the truth. My truth.” Q’s leg is frantically bouncing at the same rate as his heart, he twiddles his fingers, and his eyes are fixed on anything but the upper half of the boy sitting next to him.

“And what is that?” Sal knew what was coming, and he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Finally the truth was about to unravel before him.

“I’ve liked you for a while, but I just couldn’t seem to map out the feeling properly until now. I think I spent all this time denying myself thinking it’ll make me less of a man.” It all came flooding out and Q had never felt lighter than in that moment, finally releasing all that had been weighing him down.

“I knew that ‘Samantha’ character sounded all to familiar in the car. I’ll let you in on a little secret myself: I’ve liked you for some time too.” The two lock eyes and share a smile between them. “Liking a guy doesn’t make you any less of a man Q. I think suppressing your true self is what takes that away. It takes a real man to be open and honest and today, I think you found what makes you a real man.” Q felt overwhelmed with emotions and couldn’t help the floodgates from spilling. Tears fell down his cheeks and dropped onto the ground. They didn’t say much more than that, Sal had taken Q into his arms and they shared a moment’s embrace.

“I was so scared. Thank you Sal.”

“Hey, no more tears, okay?” Sal pulls away and takes his fingers to wipe away the tears that were cascading on his friend’s cheeks, he pulls his face close and gently placed a kiss on his forehead. “What if I asked you to go to a movie this weekend? Just us. What say you?” Q smiled wide.

“I think that sounds great.” He answered with confidence not fearing his emotions anymore.

“Then it’s a date.” The two beamed with overflowing joy and happiness. Secrets revealed and out in the open between the two young boys. They never thought that this moment would have ever happened, a mere stroke of luck and proper timing. But the stars had aligned just for them to shine

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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Ok, maybe this won’t be so bad? 

He put on a fake smile and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. The bags under his eyes were somehow more apparent then usual. His face quickly faded into his trademark apathetic scowl. 

Who am I kidding? This is the worst possible situation. 

Aizawa sneered at the thought of his current situation. Of how his pristine English classroom was being taken from him because they needed “fresh blood”. Of how he was not only being forced into a new school, but also a new grade. He sighed (heavier than usual), leaving his dim apartment early, to beat traffic and give him time to dwell further on his current situation.

As he drove, his brain on went on auto pilot and all his worries and thoughts crossed his mind once again. Aizawa had never taught anything lower than 6th grade, and he never wanted to. It’s not that he didn’t like kids, it’s that he didn’t love kids. High schoolers were almost adults, so he didn’t have to sugar coat anything. No snack time, no name calling, no bullshit. The sudden unemployment was truly a wake-up call (not just because he would fall asleep in class), telling him that he needed to get his shit together. He was thankful that his good friend Nezu happened to have a job opening, he just wished it were at any other school.

Arriving at the school made him sick. The bright colors. The intricately hand painted signs reading “Welcome To The New Year!” and “Start the school year with a smile.” The line of staff waiting outside the school to welcome him. The line of staff? Jesus.

His wish to quietly slip into his new classroom vanished before his eyes. There was no way he could avoid meeting his new colleagues now. Hopefully, he thought, I can get through this without too much headache.

“SHOUTAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

And the headache began.

“Oh my god, Shouta! It’s been so long! And you never returned my texts?? I can’t believe we’re working together again! I thought you didn’t like elementary school?? Anyway, c’mon we need to get you all settled!! I heard you got fired?? What’s up with that? Did you- “

Before he could even fully get out of his car, Hizashi was pulling him toward the crowd of faculty almost against his will. The crowd was full of smiling faces, kind waves, and judging glances.

 Ugh

“Welcome Mr. Aizawa! I am glad that Mr. Yamada was telling the truth that he was a close friend. Well I know that our little pocket of perfect isn’t quite the high school setting you’re used to but believe me that you’ll love it soon enough.” Principal Nezu smiled happily and gestured to the quaint little school.

“Starting in the middle of the school year isn’t easy, but I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it,” he added with a wink.

Aizawa glanced briefly at the bright marquee reading “U. A. Elementary School”, then back to the group of hopeful faces. He put on his best “I’m totally not wishing I was somewhere else right now” face, and /reluctantly/ expressed his joy to be there. 

With his seemingly pleasant response, the evaluative air cleared somewhat, and the gossipier teachers left the gathering, no longer interested.

Taking Aizawa’s arm, Nemuri pressed her chest against him, “Hate to interrupt but Shouta- Mr. Aizawa, really needs to get to his classroom.” With that, the tall woman, along with Hizashi, practically dragged the poor man away, though he was internally grateful to be away from the crowd.

They arrived at Aizawa’s new classroom, still full of the previous teachers’ belongings. He pulled himself away from the others, brushing himself off.

“Thanks Midnight.”

“Oh, stop with that,” Nemuri responded, fixing her immaculate hair in the reflection from the window, “I haven’t gone by that since college. No one here needs to know the escapades of Ms. Midnight.”

Aizawa chuckled lightly, “At least I have some familiar faces here, aside from Nezu.” He peered over to the other two, seeing their “trying to be respectful but insanely curious” faces. “Fine, I’ll address the elephant in the room. Yes, I was fired. No, it was not for selling drugs to the kids, Hizashi. I just… had trouble staying awake, apparently a few times too many.”

Hizashi sighed in defeat and pulled a twenty out of his pocket, handing it sadly to Nemuri.

“Good thing there was an opening here for you,” Hizashi replied, almost like a whine as he mourned his loss, “Too bad it came at the loss of Yagi. Poor guy having to be stuck at home after that dumb injury.”

Nemuri chuckled, “It’s his own fault for jumping out of the second story window to give one of his students the lunchbox they forgot.”

“He’ll be back next year, and I’ll be long gone. hopefully.” Aizawa interrupted, tying his long hair back. “Now can you two leave? I have kids coming in less than an hour to a teacher that could care less about them right now.”

Nemuri exhaled sharply through her nose, a smirk crossing her face, “You need a better attitude, my friend, or they will eat you alive.” She pushed herself off the desk, pulling Hizashi along.

“Good luck!” He called out, “let me know if I can help! The music room is always open for you!”

As the door slowly closed, Aizawa turned back to his new classroom. The desks were arranged in neat rows and columns, small pieces of tape on the carpeted floor to ensure that they remained in their neat arrangement. He was appalled by the disorganized mess that was Yagi’s previous desk arrangement.

Aizawa sat at his new desk, dropping his head into his hands. He had never taught 2nd grade before. Sure, he was certified to teach it, but that was more of a trophy to him than an actual career choice. Like when someone minors in art history. What made it especially difficult was that he was taking over a class run by the one and only Yagi Toshinori, legendary his teaching. He was the “symbol of peace” for teachers, doing interviews for local news stations and giving presentations for the school district.

The four of them (Yagi, Hizashi, Nemuri, and himself) had gone through college together, but lost touch as they all chose their path. Yagi with younger kids, Aizawa with teens, Hizashi with music, and Nemuri with administration. Aizawa knew that Yagi was a better teacher than him, and that he had big shoes to fill, literally.

Aizawa broke from his lamentation as the morning bell rang. He opened his door to be greeted with the cacophonous sound of 20 children itching the get into their classroom. He was nearly knocked over by the force of almost two dozen children running into inspect what the new teacher had done. Surprisingly, the new layout did not stop the wave of children, they all quickly found their name tags and sat down, most of them loudly complaining.

Aizawa moved to the front of the room and cleared his throat. Twenty small faces focused on him. “Good morning students. As you may know, Mr. Toshinori is injured and will not be able to continue teaching this year. My name is Mr. Aizawa and I’m going to be your teacher for the remainder of the school year-” A series of small hands shot up in front of him. He sighed, “Yes, you,” pointing to the small girl sitting politely in the front row.

“Excuse me, but why can’t Mr. Toshinori come back?” she asked, cocking her head.

Before he could answer, another young girl, this one with pink hair, jumped up, “Momo, he broke his butt, that’s why he can’t come back!”

“He didn’t break his butt! He broke his feet, stupid.” A blonde boy in the back stood up and pointed at her.

“Who are you calling stupid? I saw it, you buttface.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Seeing her mocking face, the boy began throwing his pencils at her, to which she started throwing her pencils. Momo began crying at the violence, while the other students began cheering for one of the other two students.

This was going to be a long day.

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As Nemuri entered the teacher’s lounge, she was greeted with the sight of Aizawa looking… well, dead. “Well, I was expecting this.” She commented, setting her stack of papers down and sitting on the table in front of him. “Rough day?” Aizawa merely groaned in response. She patted his head lightly, “You know what they say about kids, it’s like wrangling kittens.”

“I’ve never heard that.” He replied, lifting his head up to a more alive position. “I don’t know how he did it. Those kids just don’t listen.”

“How did you deal with your high schoolers?”

“None of us wanted to be there so we respected each other’s time and got shit done.”

Nemuri clicked her tongue, “It’s a wonder why you’re a teacher at all. You used to have passion for teaching, Shouta. Try to tap into some of that.” With that, Nemuri hopped off the desk, scooping up her papers, “If you need advice on how to deal with them, we’re here for you, all three of us.”

The door to the lounge closed softly behind, and he was once again alone. Aizawa hesitated at the thought of asking any of them for help. He had not spoken to any of them for years. While he enjoyed their company, Aizawa knew he did not belong. Nemuri, Hizashi, and of course Yagi, all had this passion and fire for education that Aizawa himself had lost years ago. It felt wrong to him to be there.

The soft chime of the lunch bell reminded Aizawa that he had to return to his classroom. Which he really did not want to do. The kids barely got along with each other, who they have known for months, how were they supposed to cooperate with him, a total stranger? He trudged back to his classroom, just as the students began pouring in. As they took their seats, he stood, and began writing their next lesson on the board. Once all were seated, he turned around to address them.

 “I am very disappointed with how the morning went.” At this remark, half the students rolled their eyes, while the other half looked like they were going to burst into tears. Aizawa stopped and began thinking. What would Yagi do in this situation? He would be cheery and upbeat and overly personal with the students. Well, he thought, nothing would hurt to try at this point.

He sighed, sitting down on his desk, “Listen guys, I know this is hard for you, its hard for me two. The only way we can make this work is if we give each other a chance and get to know each other. So..” he looked at the confused faces of the kids, “Let’s go outside.”

The students all filed outside behind Aizawa, confused yet intrigued. He turned to face them, “Now I have a task for you, we’re going to go on a hike around the school, and you’re going to tell me about everything interesting you see.” The students collectively gasped and nodded excitedly.

As the class walked around the school, Aizawa learned many things about the kids. Like how Tenya liked to walk this path with his brother, or how Shoto would take trips through the woods when he wanted to get away from his family, or how Yuga collect only “the prettiest and shiniest” rocks. Although this was far more effort than he usually put into teaching, Aizawa was having fun.

The week from that point on went… surprisingly well. The students slowly warmed up to Aizawa, and even began enjoying his teaching. They continued setting time aside for a class hike and decided that they would start a nature journal to write about what they saw on their hikes. Aizawa, even though he would never admit it, even started smiling more in class. Before he knew it, the end of the week had already come.

As the students filed out of the room, several waved goodbyes to Aizawa. He smiled and waved back, eyes wandering to the small boy standing shyly next to him. “Hey Midoriya, do you need something? You should be heading home.”

“I am going home! But I made you something to celebrate how much fun we are having! I still like Mr. Toshinori more, but you’re really fun!” The boy shoved a piece of paper into Aizawa’s hands. “Ok my mom is waiting, bye Mr. Aizawa! See you next week!” Before Aizawa could respond, the boy ran out of the room. He looked at the paper. On it was a crudely drawn picture of him and the class on one of their hikes. He chuckled lightly, pinning the picture to the wall. 

He was pulled away from his thoughts by the sudden vibrations of his phone. Without checking, he answered, “Aizawa speaking.”

“Um, hey! It’s been a while.”

“…Yagi?”

“Yeah! Hizashi told me you were taking over for me, and I, uh, wanted to say thanks!”

“I should be thanking you,” Aizawa commented, amusement crossing his face upon hearing the familiar voice again, “I needed a job and you had some broken bones.” They both chuckled awkwardly.

After a moment of thick silence, Aizawa sighed, “Its good time hear from you, Yagi. I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

Yagi chuckled, “We should catch up soon. You know, when I can walk again that is.” he paused, “So I, uh actually called to... uh, How are the kids?”

Aizawa laughed at how the blonde could barely hide his intentions. “They’re doing fine, no need to worry.”

“Are you handling them alright? I know they can be a handful.”

Aizawa looked fondly at the drawing Midoriya had handed him, “It’s an adjustment, but I think we’ll be able to get through the year.

[acerobbiereyes]

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting” something with Robbie cuuuuz Gabe got some nice arms after Terminator

Daisy knew she shouldn’t be staring. She should be focusing on finishing her history report for Coulson (it was due in, like, an hour), but she really, truely, couldn’t help it.

Not when Robbie Reyes was right across from her without his jacket on, a feat she didn’t think possible, working on one of the junkers Autos class provided displaying finely toned arms that we’re extremely distracting.

“Um, what?”

Daisy slapped her hand over her mouth, jesus she didn’t say that out loud did she? But, the blush appearing across Robbie’s cheeks told her that she had, in fact, said that aloud.

Crap crap crap.

Daisy cleared her throat, her face on fire and heart pounding. “I’ll, um- I’ll see you in Science class,” If she didn’t die of embarrassment on the way there. Way to tell your crush you think he’s cute, Johnson. Simmons would never let her live this down.

She scrambled out of the classroom just as the next hour bell rang. Missing Robbie’s thoughtful look as she left.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, Daisy thought that maybe Robbie had elected to ignore her. Until she opened her locker to grab her things before leaving and noticed a note that wasn’t there earlier.

Curious, she opened it. Slowly, she felt a smile creep over her face as she recognized Robbies handwriting, and the phone number beneath it.

‘I think you have nice arms too ;)’

[thebeatingofyourheart]

Very Delayed Fic Giveaway

In March I did a giveaway and then my life went crazy and I haven’t been able to complete anything this until recently so this one if @cx-shhhh‘s  which will be split into chapters because the idea spiraled. @my-mirror-years-ago​, yours will be posted no later than 11pm EST (hopefully). Now without further adiu, the first chapter of Stuck Together

Stuck Together:

Chapter 1

The first day of school was always a pain for Enjolras. He was the AP Greek Mythology teacher as well as the US I history teacher. He could never remember names and he hated going over the same things over and over and over. This year, he had three honors classes, two on-grade, and his AP Myth course so hopefully it wouldn’t be too painful. He got in earlier than he wanted and went to the culinary room to make coffee. He met Courfeyrac and Combeferre, the theater arts and a science teacher respectively.

“Morning,”  Enjolras mumbled tiredly as he sipped his severally sweetened beverage. Courfeyrac (who had an impressive sunburn) beamed happily at him.

“Good morning, you ray of sunshine,” he teased. “Guess what happened over break?” Enjolras raised an eyebrow at the couple and Combeferre grinned bashfully as he showed him his hand.

“You guys got engaged?!” Enjolras gasped happily and Courfeyrac nodded eagerly.

“I was so scared when I asked him I thought I was going to have a heart attack,” Courfeyrac laughed as he sat next to Enjolras. 

“I was always going to say yes!” Combeferre laughed as he sat down too. “Of course you had to ask an hour before we had to be at the airport. Thank god there was a layover.” Enjolras rolled his eyes fondly.

“You guys are idiots,” he teased and Courfeyrac shoved him playfully.

“What about you? What did you do over the summer?” he asked.

“I found a new apartment that’s closer,” he shrugged. “To be honest, that’s probably the most exciting thing that happened.” Courferyac was about to say more but the first bell rang and they all groaned.

“May the odds be ever in your favor,” Courfeyrac sighed and kissed Combeferre’s cheek before getting up and going across the hall to the auditorium. Enjolras sighed and got up, still holding his half full mug. 

“I’ll see you later, Ferre,” he smiled a bit and grabbed his bag as he started to his classroom. His classroom was the only history classroom on the first floor. The high school was laid out with the arts rooms, the gym, the auditorium, and the cafeteria on the first floor and the “core classes” (english, math, science, and history) on the second. Enjolras’ classroom was on the first only because his first year at the school was the same year as the biggest hurricane in the town in years and his classroom was completely flooded. He was moved to the only opened one, which just happened to be the old graphic arts room, and it stuck. He has been at the school for four years, his first freshman class was now the senior class. In the four years he was there, he enlisted his students to help decorate. The room was barely a step above a garage. The graphics art room needed the space and had plenty of posters and tee shirts to decorate the walls and the auto shop class that was there before that obviously had plenty to fill the space. Enjolras’ US history class and Greek Mythology class did not. Over the years, he’s hung up various projects his students have made and decorated with random stuff he’s found. Over the summer, he had to hang sheets and plastic over everything rather than taking it down. When he got to his classroom, he found boxes in the doorway. 

“Is someone taking over Lamarque’s class?” he asked Cosette, the chorus teacher who was in the room across from him.

“You didn’t hear? It was a whole mess over the summer and he resigned. They had to scramble to find a replacement,” Cosette explained as she put decals on her door. Enjolras winced in sympathy and nodded.

“Well, how bad could they be?” he half joked as he went into his classroom. It took almost a full hour to get his class ready for his first class of the day. Next door, he heard the new teacher very loudly rearranging the room. He tried to just focus on learning the names of his first class when the bell rang and students started flooding in. Enjolras started to copy down the beginning of the year information on the board when out of the blue, blaring AC/DC came from the neighboring room making Enjolras and a number of his students jump. Enjolras gave the terrified freshman a reassuring smile and knocked on the wall, hoping that would get him to turn it down. When that didn’t work, he tried again but more aggressively. He heard some of the students snickering but he was honestly too tired to care. 

“One minute. Everyone sign into the google classroom code on the board,” he instructed and went into the hallway and banged on the door. 

“It’s open!” A gruff voice called and Enjolras shook his head in annoyance. He opened the door and found the art room completely bare of all the old paints Lamarque had up and his heart twinged a bit at the sight. The new teacher was standing on a chair that was on top of one of the tables. Enjolras huffed and went over to the desktop and xed out the music tab. The other man turned around when the music was shut off and glared at him.

“Do you mind?” he huffed as he climbed down from his tower. 

“Do I mind?” Enjolras snapped. “I couldn’t even teach my class over the noise! They’re all freshmen and I have shit I need to get through-”

“Hey, watch the language there, Mrs. Frizzle,” the other teacher teased and Enjolras huffed, crossing his arms.

“Can you at least turn it down until my class is out?” he asked, trying to stay civil.

“Why? I mean what can you honestly learn on the first day? All my classes are just going to the library,” he challenged.

“It’s an important part of learning who the students are and how they learn!” he protested. “And since you obviously don’t have any responsibilities today why do you come and sit, silently, in the back of my class to see how important the first day actually is,” he proposed. The other man thought about it for a minute and shrugged. 

“Why not. Lead the way, Apollo,” he agreed. Enjolras glared at him and went back into his room through the adjoining door. The new teacher followed him and took a seat in the back. Enjolras regained his composure and smiled at his class.

“Well, welcome to my class. I’m the one history teacher in the arts wing so there are quite a few unique things about this class but I’ll get into that tomorrow. Today, I’m going to hand out get-to-know-you sheets and I’ll answer any and all questions you have about the school,” he explained as he pulled out the papers and passed them out, even giving one to Grantaire. The sheet had a few regular ice breaker questions and some serious ones.

After a few minutes, the kids started to get more comfortable with Enjolras and asked a few questions about the school that Enjolras was luckily able to answer. Finally the bell rang and all the students got up, gathering their bags. 

“Leave your papers on my desk and the only homework tonight is to join the google classroom and make sure you have a three subject notebook for this class,” he told them as they left. After all the other students left, the new art teacher santured up to the desk and dropped his paper on the pile. 

“Well I should probably go back to cleaning up my classroom but I’ll see you around Apollo,” he smiled and went back through the classroom door. Enjolras couldn’t help but stare at him before he grabbed the paper and looked over it. 

Enjolras couldn’t help but smiled as he read the paper. His next class was starting to come in and Enjolras scribbled a note out as the bell rang. He gave his welcome spiel again and then handed out the papers again.

“And can someone run this next door to Mr. Grantaire?” he asked and instantly, at least five hands shot up. Enjolras chose the first one he saw and handed her the note. He smiled to himself as he started reading over the other papers.