#i want to be a teacher too. i wanna make school safe for kids like me and the idea of having to follow

[krispiecake]

uk moots idk if youve seen the rishi sunak school guidelines shit but. like it was already so bad like its been getting worse and worse for years now and somehow it just. like i dont think ive heard someone say something so obviously VILE about the equality act.. ever. i know its not all official yet like it was a proposed speech but i do not see this being scrapped not with the people in control rn. this is gonna kill lgbt kids especially trans kids and i feel so fucking helpless again.

[jasmines-library]

Hey! i just wanted to say that your work is phenomenal! You got me sobbing in bed at 3 in the morning. I was wondering if I could request a Batfam x child!Wayne!Reader (maybe 4/5 years old) and what they’re all like (individually) when picking her up from school? In her class, they were learning about the great Batman, and all the hard work he does for the city, keeping everybody safe and whatnot. And obviously, she’s too small to know Bruce is Batman.. how would they all react to little baby Wayne rambling about cool Batman who has his own car and sidekick? I’d imagine she’s a very talkative kid, very sweet and friendly, and a very big-Daddy’s girl, but it’s completely up to you.

Thanks for listening to my rambling.. and keep up your awesome work!

Baby Wayne

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Note: This is one of the most adorable requests ever anon! Thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words. I hope I’ve done your request justice.

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧ PT2

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BRUCE:

He could see the smile on your face from the doorway. Bright and beaming as you sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning forward to listen to your teacher. The second you saw him lingering in the doorframe however, the smile grew and you were up on your feet in seconds and tottering over to him.

Wrapping your arms around his legs you hugged him tightly and looked up at him with big eyes. Picking you up and resting you on his hip, Bruce pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Hey sweetheart. Good day?”

You nodded excitedly, clinging to your dad. “We learnt about Batman today!” You exclaimed.

Bruce couldn’t help the small smirk that crept onto his face. You were still too young to know about his identity and he did well to keep it from you. You were always exploring and wondering off in the manor. He was sure you would make a fine vigilante one day, but for now he was keep to keep you sheltered.

“Oh really?” He raised a brow.

“Yep!” You said, popping the ‘p’. “He’s awesome! He has a cool car and side kicks! And he keeps the city safe! He’s super cool.”

Bruce bounced you up in his arms, savouring the joy in your voice. “Is that so?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded. “When I grow up I wanna be just like him Daddy!”

“I’m sure you will be kiddo.” Bruce smiled. “I’m sure you will.”

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DICK:

He was waiting by the school gates, leaning up against the metal framing when your class came piling out of the doors. Bruce was out on a meeting, so he was tasked with collecting you from school, which of course he had no problem doing.

When you saw him, he made his way over slowly, watching as your face lit up at the sight of him and you came running over him with your bag hanging halfway off one shoulder.

“Dick look!” You beamed crashing into him as you ran a little too fast. Moving away you pointed to the yellow and black sticker you had plastered to the hem of the coat.

Dick crouched down to your height. “What you got there, squirt?”

“It’s the bat signal.” You announced proudly. “We learnt about it in class today.”

“You learnt about Batman?” Dick asked. He had wondered how long it would be until you began to learn about what they did.

“Yes we learnt about all of the heroes. But Batman is my favourite because he saves the city and he has a sidekick!” You grinned “Robin! I like him too.”

Dick hid his little grin by tussling your hair. He couldn’t wait for you to learn more.

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JASON:

Seeing Jason picking you up was a nice surprise for you when you finished class. You were ecstatic to see him and ran up to him squealing.

“Jay!” You giggled and he picked up and spun you around in the air. “I missed you.”

He had been away on business. You had constantly been asking Bruce about when you would see him again. You had began to miss his face at home.

“Guess what we’ve been learning about!?”

“Hmm.” Jason bit his lip pretending to think “pirate ballerinas”

You placed a playful hit to his chest with a laugh. “No silly. Batman!”

A-ha. Jason thought. this would be interesting. He wondered how much you had been told, though he doubted no matter how much you had learnt, that you had managed to piece things together.

“Was it good?” He asked you.

“It was great! He saves all of the people and is a real hero!” You said waving your arms animatedly. “He’s so brave!”

“He is.” Jason agreed. “Just like you little Wayne”

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TIM:

Tim found you doodling at one of the tables in the library. You had an array of colours sprawled out in front of you as you scribbled on the pieces of paper infront of you.

He peered over your shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of your drawing. You had draw stick figures, which made it hard to go by but even with your messy doodles he could make out the distinctive domino masks of the Robin and the black of Batman’s suit and cowl. He knew them like the back of his hand, so it was no surprise.

“What you drawing, kiddo?” He asked you.

You gripped the drawing with your hands and held it up proudly to him. “Batman and Robin. We learnt about them in class so I wanted to draw them.”

“It’s very good kid.” Tim told you, handing you back the drawing of the lopsided people only for you to hand it back to him.

“Can we put it on the fridge?” You asked curiously “I want to show it to Dad. I bet he thinks Batman is awesome too!” You blabbed “do you think he will like it, Timmy?”

“I’m sure he will.”

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DAMIAN:

Dami was reading in the library when you plonked yourself beside him. Well…kind of. You struggled up onto the couch first.

“What are you doing?” You frowned, trying to read see over his shoulder.

He was reading up on one of Gotham’s villains that was causing havoc in the city. His first instinct was to shut it so you couldn’t read any of it…but then he remembered that you were still only learning to read.

“I’m reading a book on Batman.” He half-lied, setting the book to one side so you could clamber into his lap.

“Ooh I like Batman too.” You nodded.

Damian frowned. You weren’t supposed to know about that yet. “Where did you learn about him?”

“At school.”

Damian relaxed a little.

“He has a super cool cape! And a big car that he drives really fast around the city to stop the bad guys!”

“Sounds dangerous.” Damian smirked.

“Yes…” you trailed off. “But he is allowed to do it because he is Batman.” You decided.

“Is that right? He teased.

“Yes.

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I hope that was okay! I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a little at the end: I didn’t want it to get too repetitive.

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[i-yap]

Wait I live Professor Jason. What about prof. Jason that is dating a reader who is a pre-school teacher? Kinda like Ms.Honey from Matilda

i will die before giving up on prof jason. Also Ms honey is like perfect for jason?? Why am I just realizing this

Prof!Jason x preschool teacher!y/n

His dream girl?? hello? I am lirerally crying from how perfect you guys would be together .

I love the idea of you guys meeting when he was still a vigilante and you being patient and kind with him, giving him a warm safe environment to heal. Show him how the "other half" lives.

Plus as a pre school teacher you have plenty experience dealing with difficult people who don't really understand the world and have a warped sense of what is happening around them but what they truly need is unconditional positive regard, warmth, empathy and attention with a little bit of strong tough loving guidance .

Too sweet by hozier? that's like your theme song ngl. You're so kind and beautiful and you are one of the few good people out there who understand how important it is to be nice to kids and treat them with respect too. You are dedicated to your students wellbeing and all your students just love you so much. Its adorable and he is just like..."I wanna have 12 kids with you"

You are the reason he retires, becomes a professor at a nearby university and pursues his true passion- literature

He is so much happier now, less bruises less scars less guns and less burden on his already broken morality.

Also hanging out with you students , the kids love him. Like out of all batboys the kids love jason the most. He is raw and honest and a bit of a kid on the inside himself. He isn't holding back, he isn't babytalking, he isn't treating kids like they're dumb

I can also see you adopting a kid..matilda like? Like the students come to you when they have an abusive household or are being bullied. Or if they are special cases. And if there is nothing you can do legally , jason just goes up to the parents to have a good talking to. If a kid is put in the foster home situation ...you guys just sort of take the kid in. Jason knows what its like to be in the foster system and then out on the streets. He knows what it feels like and has a soft spot so yea. also like adopting abused animals

Sitting together to just grade papers together, exchanging student stories, going out finding books to put on jason's reading list , giving generous donations to public schools and making sure the money goes for the right things. Just a really nice domestic life filled with love warmth and joy. This is exactly what I want for jason. Like I desperately want this for him, he deserves joy and healing and this is like the dream life for him. He wouldn't change anything and thanks everything that lead to this moment because he cant believe all this is even real.

[janeyseymour]

Save Me Before I Lose Myself- part 1

Summary: save me, before i lose myself- your child is in melissa’s class, and you’re almost always late bringing your kiddo to school and picking them up, aggravating the second grade teacher. that is, until she realizes why.

WC: ~2.55k

If there is one thing that Melissa Schemmenti, second grade teacher at Abbott Elementary, hates, it is parents who drop their kids off or pick them up after the allotted time. So, it’s quite safe to say that you are high up on the list of parents that the fiery redheaded teacher hates.

You’re almost always late taking your sweet little girl to school, which in turn makes you late to work. And because you’re late arriving at your job, you’re usually forced to stay a bit later at your desk job while you get reprimanded by your supervisor for your tardiness. If only those around you who hated your knack for poor timing knew why.

Everyday, you wake up next to your asshole of a wife. Everyday, it’s your job to wake up your daughter, because you know that Carrie is too hungover to do anything with your daughter- much less have the patience to handle the somehow simultaneously exhausted and excitable little one that you are blessed to have as a daughter. Everyday, you drag yourself around the house in the morning, attempting to keep up with the infectious giggles and warm hugs when you so desperately want to lay in bed and not move to prevent the aching in your bones. Everyday, your morning routine of silly tunes and cherished little kid laughs morphs into heartwrenching tears and your daughter begging for just one more hug.

Finally, you ask your little sunshine why she has such big emotions about leaving you to head to school- it’s not like she feels this way about Carrie.

“B-because!” Millie blubbers out. “Because what if I don’t get to see you again? I need momma hugs!”

Your brows furrow, and a slight frown appears on your face as the wrinkle lines in your forehead deepen. “What, baby? Why would you not see me again?”

You watch eyes that match your wife’s flit around, ensuring that Carrie is still asleep and not lurking just around the corner. Millie’s voice drops to a whisper. “Because, Momma, I know Mom’s hurting you.”

You freeze, but you try not to show your daughter that her inkling is one hundred percent true. Your mind and body finally jumpstart after an admittedly too long pause. “Honey, what would make you think that? Momma and Mom are just fine.”

Millie shakes her head adamantly and continues to cling. You allow her to before you know you have to pull away. “My love, we have to get going to school.”

“Don’t wanna,” the seven year old murmurs into the crook of your neck. “Don’t want you to not come back.”

Getting her into Abbott is more of a hassle than it usually is, what with your daughter’s mind swirling. It takes longer than usual for you to get her to the classroom, much less for you to get her to sit down. You don’t miss the glares that the redheaded teacher sends your way as you continue to assure Millie that you’ll always make it back to her. 

As you finally get your little girl to settle in her seat and you make your way to leave the building to just barely make it to your job on time, you hear a voice. A deep voice that doesn’t sound too thrilled with you.

“Y/N?” Melissa calls after you. “I’d like to speak with you for a moment, if you would.” She tells you in such a tone that leaves no room for argument. Almost like a child being marched to the principal’s office, you look down at your shoes as you wait by the door for her. She ensures that all of her students are doing their morning work before leading you into the hall and closing her door so that it’s open just a crack.

“You know, Millie is an incredibly smart little girl, but if she continues to be late to school, she’s going to fall behind academically. I would hate for that to happen,” the redhead tells you sternly. “If she is tardy one more time, I have to start giving her demerits, which is not something I would like to do.”

“I understand,” you sigh softly, refusing to meet her gaze. 

“She should’ve been getting them for weeks now, but I’ve held off,” your daughter’s teacher admits. “If I keep doing that though, I will be in some trouble with administration though.” You nod your head. “I also think that if Millie has such separation anxiety from you, she may benefit from saying goodbye to you at your house and coming to school with your wife.”

You bite your bottom lip. “I- I’m afraid I can’t make that one work,” you mumble.

“And why would that be?” Green eyes dare you to answer.

You know you can’t tell your child’s teacher the truth. You can’t. And if you do, or give even a small, subtle hint towards what’s been happening at home and Carrie catches wind of it, you’re fucked. “It’s just that I’m in charge of pickup and drop off.”

“Y/N,” Melissa says. “If you want to make this transition from home to school easier for your daughter, I really do think-”

“Miss Schemmenti,” you cut her off gently as you hold up a hand. “I really do have to be getting to work.”

“Very well,” the redhead sighs as her eyebrows creep up her forehead. It’s clear you’ve stunned her. “I’ll see you for pickup… on time.”

You just give her what you hope is a convincing nod. You know you won’t be on time, and you’re positive you’re going to be getting another stern talking to later in the day.

You’re forced to stay late after work, being reprimanded by your boss. Your head hangs low as you begin the walk down to your daughter’s school. And then your phone rings, and your wife’s contact lights up your screen.

“Hey,” you say softly.

“Why haven’t you picked up Millie yet?” are the first words out of Carrie’s mouth. No hello, no how are you. Just words practically spit out of her mouth.

“I’m on my way now,” you promise her quietly. “I got caught up at work.”

“Her bitch of a teacher called. Asked if I was coming since you hadn’t. Said Millie is in tears,” your wife tells you with a bite. “Maybe you should start putting more effort into your daughter than your fuckin’ job.”

It takes everything in you to not comment that perhaps it’s her who should try caring about your daughter- both of your daughter. You’ve found it more and more often she only refers to your bright little light as solely yours.

The words “I’m sorry” roll off your tongue for the first time of many today. You promise that you’re on your way to pick her up, and then you’ll be home to make dinner and settle in for the night with Millie.

When you finally get to the front steps of Abbott, you expect to see Melissa staring you down with hatred in her eyes. Instead, she’s sitting on the steps with an arm wrapped around your daughter, and she looks rather lost. Millie is beside herself as she clings to her teacher’s leather jacket. As soon as her eyes set on you, little legs race for you and tackle you in a hug with such a force that you can’t repress the groan in pain that bubbles it’s way out of your body. 

“Hi, baby girl,” you whisper out as you smooth down as many of her flyaways as you can. “Hey, sweet girl.”

Millie just continues to whimper out your name as she clings to your sweater. Only once you feel that you’ve properly greeted your daughter and soothed her worries to the best of your ability do you glance at the teacher still sitting on the front stoop in front of you. The emerald eyes that usually look at you with such distain instead have an inkling of sorrow and sympathy in them.

“Miss Schemmenti, I’m so sorry I’m late,” is all you can get out. “I- I’m sorry.”

She just shakes her head sadly. “No, I’m sorry.”

Your brows furrow. That was probably the last thing you had expected to come out of her mouth. Your head tilts slightly to the side. “I beg your pardon?”

Melissa stands from her place, dusts herself off, and points towards the door. “I think we need to have a conversation in my classroom.”

“I really should be getting Mille home,” you try to protest weakly as you attempt to pry your daughter from your leg. “My wife is waiting for us, and she’s expecting dinner.”

“I’m sure she won’t mind if it’s just a bit later,” the redhead argues. “I really do think it would be best if we had this conversation today. Unless you would rather have your wife present when we speak of the matter?” Melissa knows she’s bluffing- she would never call Carrie in here, but she isn’t a poker champion without her outstanding poker face.

You freeze momentarily. She can’t call Carrie- that would not go over well for you at home tonight. “I- okay,” you agree quietly. “Just let me let her know we’ll be a bit later than she’s expecting.”

Once you’ve gotten in contact with your wife (and she is not thrilled about dinner not being on the table as early as she was expecting), you follow the redhead into the school silently. She takes a seat behind her desk and points towards a desk for you to take a seat at. Then she glances to your daughter. “Mill, why don’t you go make yourself comfortable on the bean bag and pick a good book to-”

“Melissa?” another voice rings out. It’s one that you’re familiar with. Mrs. Howard’s.

“Hey, Barb,” the second grade teacher gives a wave.

“You’re still here?”

“Meeting with a parent.”

Millie’s old kindergarten teacher gets a glance at you. “Hello, Mrs. Howard.”

“Hello, dear,” the warm voice says. “I hope you’ve been well.”

You can’t find the words, so you just nod through a tight lip.

Your daughter’s squeaky voice fills the room. “Mrs. Howard?” Little legs race for the kindergarten teacher.

“Hey, baby,” Barbara greets your daughter. “You’re still here?”

“Momma and Miss Schemmenti have a meeting. I’m reading on the carpet.”

“Well, why don’t you come join Mrs. Howard while they talk about boring grown up things?”

You cut in softly when your daughter lights up at the thought. “I’m sure Mrs. Howard has things to get home to, Millie.”

“Oh, please,” Barbara chuckles. “All I have at home is a husband waiting for dinner. He’ll understand if I’m late because I wanted to spend some time with one of my favorite former students.” She takes your daughter’s hand and leads her out of the room and down the hall. While you feel bad for putting your daughter off on your daughter’s former teacher, you’re entirely unaware of the fact that Melissa had orchestrated that little stunt earlier at lunch today to get you alone. And absolutely willing to help, Barbara agreed.

With your daughter no longer in the presence of the classroom, Melissa turns to you again. “Y/N, I wanted to speak with you about something concerning Millie told me today.”

Your blood runs cold. You know where this is going. Still though, you pretend to be unaware. “And that would be?”

“Well, once Millie calmed down from drop off this morning, I asked her why she always comes into school so upset when she very clearly loves being here once she’s settled in.” You nod along. “She told me that she was worried one day you wouldn’t come back to her.”

“Yes, I’m aware of this,” you tell her. “And we’re working through it.”

“I normally wouldn’t pull a parent into my room for something like that, because it isn’t necessarily uncommon for kiddos her age to have those fears. But-“

“But?”

“But when you were late picking her up, which I normally would hate-”

“I’ll pick her up on time from now on,” you state, fully knowing that you will be getting into so much trouble with your boss. But, Millie comes first, and you can always finish your hours from home if necessary.

“That is also not why I brought you in here,” the teacher tells you. “When you were later than usual, Millie burst into tears. I told her I would call you, but you didn’t answer.”

“I was in a meeting with my boss,” you sigh.

“And then she really went off,” Melissa whispers. “Crying about how you weren’t coming back for her because ‘Mom did it’.”

“I- I don’t know what she could possibly mean by that,” you stammer out.

“I think you do,” Melissa sighs as she runs a nervous hand through her hair. “But, continuing, I called Carrie to ask if she was going to come get your daughter. She- she was not very happy to receive a call from me.”

“I’m aware,” you mumble.

“I gotta say, she was not very pleasant,” your daughter’s second grade teacher says. “Definitely the opposite of you. Told me to go to hell for even insinuating that she would come get your daughter.”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter. “She- she’s- I’m sorry.”

“That’s not the most concerning part about all of this,” Melissa sighs out. She bites her bottom lip. “When I asked Millie if everything was okay at home… If I thought she was crying before, damn.” You can’t find it in you to say anything in response, so you stay silent. “Millie told me that Carrie hurts you. That she’s always terrified of leaving you and then you not coming back because she’s killed you- that’s what she meant when she said ‘Mom did it’.”

“You’ve- you’ve met my little girl,” you say as evenly as you can, even attempting a chuckle. You refuse to meet the redhead’s eyes. “She’s got quite the imagination on her.”

“Millie told me that she hears the two of you late at night, when you think she’s asleep. She knows what’s happening, or at least thinks she knows.”

“We’ll- I’ll have a conversation with her tonight about how her mother and I are fine- that nothing is-”

“Y/N,” Melissa cuts you off. “I’m going to ask you, just this once, is Carrie abusing you?” The way that the woman in front of you asks the question tells you she already knows the answer. 

You freeze in the chair you’re sitting in. Your right legs stops bouncing, you stop twiddling your thumbs, you even stop breathing for a few seconds. You weigh your options: fold and tell her that things are… rocky (an understatement) between you and your wife but assure her that Millie is fine, or run.

You don’t get to make a decision, because before you know it, Millie is racing into the room, Barbara Howard not far behind. And your little girl yanks off your sweater to reveal a canvas of purple, yellow, and green going up your arms. And in that moment, you know… you’re fucked.

Part 2

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[reddeadgirl5]

Sorry guys I don’t know how to use tumblr very well but yeah here is @noshirdalal answering my question: what would he like the story of a Charles Smith DLC be about. I’m imagining a whole script of this game in my head now.

English is not my first language so I can’t transcript the video very accurately since there are one or two words I didn’t quite catch but if someone wants to please be my guest! 🥰

I hope you don’t mind me sharing this here Noshir!! I’ll see you at your livestream today. 🫶🏻

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Transcript made kindly by @rockscanfly

Hi Mafalda! Man, I don’t know what’s happening, this is like the third time I’m trying to record this. Last time I tried to record it for some reason it didn’t, it didn’t take. So lemme try this again. Maybe I’m talking too much.

First of all I love the question. Charles Smith DLC? Ah, man, that’d be so cool! And I’ve gotten this question a couple of times. And I just love the idea that people are interested in Charles and wanna hear more of his story, I think that’s awesome.

I know you’re on tumblr, so I’m gonna try and keep this backstory short because maybe that’s what happened last time. Maybe I went too far.

So I think you’ve probably seen the headcanon I had for Charles as a young man. I’d love to do a game where you see him at the ‘Native American School’. In that climactic escape where he sets fire to the school in an effort to try and distract the staff. And also because the staff will have to get the kids out, right, while they fight the fire. But it turns out they don’t, they would rather the kids die while, you know, in the fire than let them go free.

And so Charles ends up putting himself in an even worse position because now he has to try and free these kids, survive the fire, get them out safely, there’s staff in the building. So now the staff are fighting the fire AND looking for Charles AND you know, as things get worse they realize the kids are leaving and so like, um. Charles is kind of tryin’ to do a bunch of things. Like, essentially a stealth mission until it isn’t and then he has to fight off these teachers and security, right?

And at the end of the day he gets everyone out, but a bunch of white folks die in the fire and so now he’s an outlaw, he’s on the run, he’s not really accepted anywhere. And I think that it’d be really cool to see, like a Red Dead game with a really, a really important stealth mechanic? Where, like he’s gotta survive, right? On his own. So like in town he’s picking pockets, and stealing food, stealing clothing. And then if he’s out in the wilds he’slike building snares and traps, he’s hunting game. And maybe kinda the mentors he meets along the way that teach him skills he didn’t have before that—and BECOMING what makes Charles so great in Red Dead 2, you know?

I think that could be really fun and really cool. But maybe that’s just me. I like games with like a really good stealth mechanic.

And then, if I had my druthers (giggling). Because this is just whatever I want, right? I would have a jump cut to after the events of Red Dead 2 and now Charles is up north fighting off the Pinkertons. And, um, and they put a massive bounty on his head so he’s fighting off bounty hunters AND Pinkertons AND trying to keep the Wapiti people safe.

And how that, how that goes. And now all these skills that we saw him build as a youth, right? The snares he used for like trapping small game and like his stealth skills and tracking and all that stuff, now we get to see him…We get to play as Charles and use all of that but now he’s using it to hunt Pinkertons, right? Like so he’s building large traps to like ensnare and kill Pinkertons and you know, like hiding in the wilderness. And basically using guerilla tactics, essentially, to take on a much larger, better armed force, mostly alone.

In a different cameo I talked about the headcanon of Sadie going south after the events of Red Dead 2 and actually building her own posse there, and it turns out—it eventually evolves into a bounty hunter agency that she runs. And, like, hot-headed Sadie has had to grow because now she’s got people she has to take care of and she’s a leader. And I think it’d be really cool if, you know, she receives this bounty and immediately knows, like ‘oh my god, its Charles’.

And so goes up North. Like there’s this massive battle raging, Charles is way out-gunned, he’s way out numbered, he’s taking shelter in like a barn. The fight’s been going on for a long, long time and Sadie comes to his rescue. So Sadie’s fighting outside the barn, Charles is inside trying to like survive and shoot and fend off all of these attackers.

And I dunno, I think it’d be really fun to have like a multi, like a two-player campaign where you get to play as Sadie AND Charles. Because they’re so different and I think it’d make for some like really cool chemistry. ‘Cause they care about each other a lot but like they see the world very differently, you know? And without that common goal, like common purpose of like John, or Arthur and the gang, like. You know, do they get along? I think the answer is yes but I’d love to see how all that plays out.

I dunno, I think that would be super cool. Of course this is just me nerding out and (giggling) Just saying all kinds of fantastic stuff without having to be the game dev that actually makes this game and makes it work.

But, um, yeah. I think it’d be really fun to play like Charles as a kid. Build those skills and then jump to, afterwards, and actually get to use those skills and still have that stealth mechanic. But now he’s using it in like a life or death fight against, you know, this army that’s been sent to dispatch him. Yeah, I’d play that game.

And by the way, have a wonderful happy holiday and Happy New Year! Thanks so much Mafalda!

[lowkeyrobin]

OMG I've had this idea for a while but fuckshit x shy turned confident reader where they're in the same class but fuckshit doesn't really notices reader until reader starts dressing for themself and does things they want to do instead of letting people walk all over them and fuckshit starts developing a crush and starts seeing reader everywhere !!! Thank you love you robinnnn <33

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STOP I LOVE THIS WTF ♣️ dw I saw the other thing ik its u bae ; love you too freakazoid ; thanks for requesting pookieeee hope u enjoy

FUCKSHIT ; confidence

summary ; fuckshit develops a crush on the new you

warnings ; language, censored racial slur, weed

disclaimers ; fuckshits real name is gonna be olan (like the actor himself) as much as I don't like it that much it's the best bet + I don't wanna make up some random name for him 😭🙏 it's just bc ain't no teacher is gonna call him fuckshit and stuff ; also I do censor the n word one bc I'm not black, two it's how ray and fuckshit talk, it's not overused or anything, I'm just not trying to whitewash their speech and mannerisms and them reclaiming that word is kinda important for them because they're black skaters in the 90s so 🙏

word count ; 1k

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You used to cover yourself up a lot, even during summer. Sweaters and long sweatpants and jeans paired with hightop Converse were your usual outfits, even in the blazing LA heat.

You skated here and there, not at any parks or popular spots, just around. You shared a class with Olan, or Fuckshit as he likes to be called, at school. You had 12th period history with him, where he sat next to you.

You were very shy and reserved, you never talked to anyone unless spoken to and spent your time in the back of the class just getting through your work. Every so often, Fuckshit would try to talk to you to little or no avail. He never really noticed you much in the hallway or any other class either, so he didn't have any other way to talk to or see you through the day.

He didn't know much about you, which is why he also didn't know much about how you'd let people walk over, use, and bully you. He'd defended you in class once, but that was the extent of it. He wasn't a bully whatsoever, a fuckboy, yeah, but he wouldn't make fun of you for some dumb reason like the way you dress or the way you bite your nails.

But, now, he couldn't help but stare at you.

He could finally see your gorgeous eyes again, your smile proving that you were much happier this way. You seemed so excited and confident. He even noticed you in the hallway talking to someone with a smile on your face.

He had to say something.

"Oh, shit, like your shirt. Gravediggaz is fire." He smiles.

You return said smile. "Oh, thanks! You listen?"

"Hell yeah, n****"

He sees the kids who usually made fun of you snicker and whisper a few feet away, but pays them no mind. You follow his gaze and get a quick look before rolling your eyes and turning back to him.

"Fucking annoying" You say, placing a finger gun to your temple. "You skate, right?"

"Yeah, why? You trynna hang?"

"Maybe" You chuckle and shrug, "Going to the courthouse, just wanna show off some tricks at that party. Wanna come with me? You'd make it way less embarrassing"

"Yeah, of course" He grins, "Mind if I bring my boys along?"

"Oh, please. The more the merrier" You nod, "I'll be under the left tree at six, yeah?"

"Yeah"

Safe to say he couldn't wait to talk to you later considering he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Ray had been making fun of him all afternoon while Fourthgrade filmed it all, Ruben's laughter prominent in the background.

He was basically bouncing off the walls as the minutes ticked away, time coming closer and closer as to when he'd see you again.

"Put your dick away"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm just excited"

"Yeah, excited alright"

"I swear to God-"

He basically sprinted out the door when it hit 5:50, leaving the others in the dirt as he skated down the sidewalk as fast as humanly possible.

He saw you waving for him as he entered, and he quickly walked towards you with a smile and a blunt in his hand.

"Hey" He smiles, offering you said blunt.

You take it and blow a puff out of it, "Hey, glad you made it. Where's your friends?"

He looks over to the side, waving to a group of boys who were clearly trying to look for him. The three nod and talk toward you two, talking about something you couldn't hear.

You wave to them as they approach and sit with you, joining the conversation about everything skate and music related. As the sun sets, the area illuminated by white and colorful neon lights, you get up onto the building, top of the stairs, to show off some tricks. You see Fuckshit and his friends watching you, along with many other strangers who were watching other skaters show their shit off.

You grind down the metal railing and hop off with a kickflip. You glance over at the curly haired blonde, who's shouting some inaudible compliments. You see his one friend, tall and blonde, filming with a Camcorder. You didn't mind, you thought it was pretty sick.

The youngest out of them, maybe fourteen or so, hands a blunt to the dark-skinned boy with the locs, both of their eyes on you, like they're scanning your high-school coolness level or something.

"Ayeee, that was sick as fuck!"

"Olan, is there something you need to share with the class?"

Fuckshit's eyes slightly widen as he slowly looks up at the teacher who'd caught you two whispering in the back of class.

"Nah, I'm good"

The teacher turns back to the board as you two quietly smile and snicker.

He can't help but get lost in your happiness, feeling comfort in your sneaky smile. He can't help but adore everything about you, from your humor to your skating, your music interests, it was like you were made for him.

The bell rings, nearly popping your eardrums once more as it dismisses you for the day. You walk side by side through the halls, taking the longest way through the school to go toward the front doors to leave.

"I just don't understand being a poser like that, it ain't getting you any pussy" He laughs, agreeing with your long tangent about how being new at skating didn't mean you were a poser, and that being a poser is lame. "Like what you doing when someone asks if you can do a trick or show them? You just paid for a deck to look cool?"

"Exactly! They act like we can't tell who's a poser and who's not!"

You reach the entrance, having to go your separate ways home.

"See you tomorrow, dude" You smile with a light chuckle, waving him a little goodbye as you step on your board to skate away.

"See ya! I'll bring those cookies tomorrow too!" He smiles and waves back at you.

Ray and Fourthgrade approach, confused and amused looks on their faces.

"Cookies? When did you become a baker, n***?" Ray asks.

"Shut the fuck up, I owe them"

"For what?" He asks again as the trio walk down the sidewalk, straying away from the street til they got off school property.

"Inviting us to that thing on Friday, and homework answers"

"Ugh, here he goes again"

[thoughtsforsoob]

their s/o is a teacher! - nct dream

a/n: lmao ig im just gonna have to ignore that hate ive been getting! I'm gonna write for nct dream this time because for some reasons some MOA's are not being very kind towards my work. That is not an attack towards MOA because I am one of the biggest MOA's I know...it's jut not fair that some of the people I should be cool with are being so incredibly rude...over and over. anyways, that is all from me on that. please enjoy! as always, requests are open!

(I'm gonna add a cut off here so if you don't wanna read, you don't have to)

☆ mark lee ☆

he thinks it's so cute, especially if you teach little ones (kindergarten/1st grade)

he loves asking you about your classroom and how your work is going

he even helps you grade students assignments and he loves seeing what they say on their assignments

he also likes seeing their art work

he meets your students when you have a classroom part and he helps you set up

they immediately start to ask 100 questions, like kids do, ad he is totally okay with it.

he enthusiastically answers all their questions and they love him

they always ask for him every day after that

☆ huang renjun ☆

renjun thinks it's funny if you teach middle school

he is too good at listening to what happened during your day

he laughs at all the stories of students running around and causing chaos

he love's looking at the assignments you give them and tries to do them himself

he whines when he can't get something right and whines even more when you tell him you students got 100% on that question

☆ lee jeno ☆

he's one that thinks you teaching the older ones is cool

you're actually a college professor so he think's that's WAY cooler

he enjoys hearing you talk about the subject you teach and love's to hear you talk about your students and the assignments you gave them

when you offer to give him a your of the campus you work at, he is jumping at the chance

he even buys gear from the university you work at and wears it all the time (the letterman style jacket you got him is his favorite! he wear's it often and even wore it during a soundcheck of one of nct dream's concerts).

you bump into a few students and say hello, introducing jeno as your boyfriend

☆ na jaemin ☆

you teach kindergartners and he adores it

you helps you set up the different bulletin boards in your classroom and helps you organize/set up everything else

he loves to ask you about your lesson plans and you always ask him for ideas for activities and he helps you every time

he really want's to meet the little ones so after the year is done and they are graduating, he attends the event

they ask you, "teacher, who is that handsome man you were with? is that your boyfriend?"

they all giggle and go "ooooo!" and you tell them yes, that's him!

they run to meet him after the ceremony

☆ lee haechan ☆

he would probably find it interesting if you teach high schoolers

since the first time you told him about all your students, he always asks about them and want's you to update them about how they're doing

his favorite thing to do for your students is to send them stuff!

he gives you money so you can buy them snacks for your classroom (and other supplies! my teachers in high school always had sanitary pads, tampons, snacks, and other stuff in them in case students needed them)

he wants to help you make sure your students feel safe in their classroom

he also funds the senior pizza party at the end of the year and even makes an appearance!

☆ zhong chenle ☆

I believe Chenle is also good with little ones since he's always posting with his family (especially his, I believe, little nephew)

he love's helping you choose coloring pages for your students to do when they're done with their minute math sheets (the stress it causes is always rewarded with coloring time!)

he also likes to buy nice supplies for you students

you tell hi not to do it, because kids love to break things and lose them, but he doesn't listen

he love's going supply shopping (he get's all the brand names like Crayola :0)

he also helps grade assignments!

☆ park jisung ☆

you teach middle school and he loves it

he loves hearing the stories of your students acting out during class because it makes him giggle

just give him a glare and he will stop laughing at your misfortune

he helps you grade their papers

sighs every time he get's a that says 'idk'

it's all fun and games until get's those papers...then he wants to flip the kitchen table other and help you quit your job

because he knows how much they stress you out, he's always making sure you're distressing at home.

fetching you a warm cup of coffee/tea, making/buying dinner, giving you massages, helping you with other class stuff.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

ten

emily immediately hands you a shot when you walked over to the group. you smile before taking it. emily cheers with the rest of the team.

aaron walks over to you and you smile. he gently puts his hands on your waist and greets you with a kiss.

“hi.”

“hi, honey. i missed you.”

“missed you too. couldn’t sleep without you beside me.”

“sorry i didn’t come home. i had a meeting with strauss and then paper work.”

you simply shake your head. “it’s okay. just glad you’re back.”

“alright! enough love birds. let’s get drunk!” emily lifts her glass. you playfully push her before ordering a drink yourself. you all gather at a table and sit down.

derek was the first person to talk.

“so? you gonna tell us how this happened or are we just gonna guess?”

aaron rest his hands on your knee. “i don’t know. we just connected.”

“come on, boss man! that can’t be it. that’s not how you describe someone you love.”

“he’s being honest, derek. we talked, got to know each other, we connected on a deeper level.”

“i haven’t been in love like this in such a long time. im happy.” aaron shrugs his shoulders.

penelope cheers. “im sorry, sir! it’s just—i haven’t heard or seen you this happy in a really long time. all ive wanted for you is to see that smile on your face. the glow in your eyes is so pure. if anyone deserves to be happy it’s you, sir.”

aaron gives penelope a smile. “thanks, garcia. means a lot.”

“when’s the wedding?” dave asked with a smirk.

you and hotch both laugh before shaking your heads. for the rest of the night you all drink and chat. when you get ready to go you and aaron make sure everyone is safe to drive.

aaron opens the passenger door for you before getting in the car himself and driving off. when you get home it’s quiet. jack was currently with jess for the day. you and aaron had the place to yourself.

you and aaron head upstairs. you walk into your bedroom and cuddle up to one another. aaron kisses the top of your head. you were both too tired to change out of your clothes. you just fell asleep in each others arms.

when you woke up aaron was gone. you see a note on his pillow with your name address. you open it with a smile.

good morning, honey.

when you wake i’ll probably be gone. just wanted to let you know that jack will probably be a little late home. he has a parent teacher conference and normally jess goes when im not available.

i didn’t know if you would want to be involved in jack’s schooling this much. i don’t wanna overwhelm you. if you feel otherwise the meeting is right after classes end. please let me know.

love you x

you grab your cellphone to text aaron. you let him know it’s no trouble going to jacks school. he thanks you before telling you he loves you and he’ll text you later.

you get out of bed to head downstairs and make a breakfast. after you finish eating you head back upstairs and take a shower. once you finished you grab the paper you wrote the other day of things you needed. finally being able to run errands you grab your car keys and head out the door.

when you get to the store you grab the things you need. once you finished you head to the children clothing aisle. you knew jack needed a new pair of play shoes. the ones he have are pretty much destroyed.

you grab at least two new pair. you suddenly feel something hit your leg. you look down to see a red ball. you grab it before a little girl comes into view. she looks at you shyly. you ben down and give the ball to her.

“sorry! she got away from me.”

“it’s alright. she’s adorable.”

“thank you!”

“how old is she?”

“how old are you amber?.”

“two!” she cheers

“what about you? how olds yours?”

you furrow your brows confused. she points to the pair of shoes.

“oh—im the nanny. sorta. it’s complicated. but not really.”

the woman laughs. “it’s okay. im also the nanny! i get what you mean. the kids become a part of you. they’re like your own. and her parents become your family as well. it’s a great feeling.”

you nod your head.

“if you ever wanna hang out a few other nannies like to go out when we’re off. if you’re ever free you can call at any time. my names hope. here’s my number. text me any time!”

“thank you. that’s sweet. nice to meet you amber.” you wave before walking away. you head to the checkout.

when you get home you put everything away. you look at the time and decide to head to jacks school. once you park you head inside the building.

when jack sees you he runs over towards you. you smile at the boy. “hi, jacksters!”

“hi, yn! are you here to talk to my teacher?”

you simply nod your head before jack leads you to his teachers classroom. once there the teacher smiles at you. you shake her hand before sitting across from her.

“you must be jacks step mom? he told me so much about you!”

you blush at that. “im—im his dads girlfriend, yes.”

“well, jack talks highly of you! speaking of, jack is doing excellent! he’s already reading at a fifth grade level.”

“really? that’s great!”

“mhm! he tells me you read to him every night.”

“yes! we’re currently reading the percy jackson series. sea and monsters is what we’re on now. we should be finished by tomorrow.”

“that’s excellent!”

jack teacher continues giving you updates on jack and his schooling. once you finished up you grab jack and head out the door. you buckle jack in the backseat before getting in the drivers seat and heading home.

“so, you told your teacher about me?”

“i did!”

“what did you say?”

jack smiles. “just told her you and daddy love each other and one day you’ll be married.”

“yeah? you think so?”

“yeah! you and daddy are gonna get married. i just know it!”

you never felt so much love before. it’s not aaron—though you love him so much!—it’s jack. it’s a different kind of love. the love you have for your kid. you know jacks not biologically yours, you still love him like your own. you would love to get married to aaron. you’d love to make jack your step-son officially. be a family with aaron.

you know you haven’t been with aaron too long to even think about marriage. people would think you were crazy. but you felt like you’ve known aaron a life time. you just knew you’d marry him someday. and if jack felt that way as well, you just knew it was meant to be.

“what do you want for dinner, baby?”

jack thinks about it. “can we have those nachos you made last time? daddy doesn’t make ‘em like that. i like yours better.”

you chuckle. “anything you want!”

when you get home you immediately start making dinner. it was a little late so you weren’t surprised when you heard the front door open. you felt aaron’s arms being wrapped around you.

he squeezed you waist and kissed your cheek. “smells good, honey.”

“your son wanted my nachos. he said i make them different and better.” you stuck your tongue out.

“you’re his mom! of course you’d make it better.” he smiles.

your heart pounds. aaron noticed the change in your behavior. he frowns as he looks at you. “are you okay, honey?”

“it’s—would you be okay with that? if—if jack decided to call me mom?” you clear your throat.

“why? did he say something to you?”

“not in so many words. he’s—he talked to his teacher about us, he told me somethings about us getting marriage, i think he called me his step mom to the teacher. it’s just—i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. if you’re not okay with it aaron, i can talk to him.”

“honey,” aaron kisses the top of your head. “if and when he does, ill be happy! it means jack thinks of you as a motherly figure. he already does. i just want you to be happy and i want jack to be happy. if him calling you mom makes you happy, so be it. would that make you happy?”

you nod your head as you burry your head in his chest. “i love you.” aaron whispers.

“i love you too, aar. you mean the world to me.”

“yeah?”

“mhm!”

“im gonna take a shower.”

“okay. dinner should be done when you get out. enjoy your shower, baby.”

aaron smacks your ass as you turn around to finish dinner. you yelp as he turns with a smirk.

once dinner was ready you make jack a plate before calling him. jack comes downstairs and sits down at the dinner table. about twenty minutes later aaron comes downstairs while you head up to tuck jack in.

once you finished reading the book you look at jack before speaking. “may i ask you something, baby?”

“mhm.”

“do you want to call me mom? it’s not pressure if you don’t. i just—ive noticed how you’ve been bringing it up occasionally.”

jack bites his bottom lip. aaron told you he never done that before you. he’s inherited some traits from you. that made you smile knowingly.

“maybe. i just didn’t wanna upset you or daddy.” he frowns.

“oh, baby! you won’t upset us. daddy and i talked about it. if you—if you ever wanna call me mom you have our full permission, okay? we both love you so much. we’ll do anything to see you smile. if that means you wanna call me mom, we’re all for it.”

“so i can call you mom? any time i want?”

“of course, baby. any time.”

jack smiles.

“now, why don’t you get some sleep? got school tomorrow. goodnight, baby.”

“goodnight, mom.”

your heart skips before you kiss his forehead and leave.

aaron was stands beside the door. you were a little startled before he kisses you passionately.

“how’d that feel? being called mom?”

“it felt—im a lost of words. it felt so incredible, aar!”

aaron chuckles softly before the two of you walk hand and hand in your shared bedroom. you lie in bed and hold one another before falling asleep peacefully.

[carmyism]

homeroom.

sydcarmy highschool au ... carmy is 18 and syd is 17 !

warnings : none besides richie

if by any chance more parts are wanted i'll move over to ao3 !!

carmy wasn't a bad kid by any means. but he wasn't so good either, shitty grades, enough to pass but not enough to have it framed on the fridge. And when you're the scrawny short kid who's just a little too good in cooking class. You're bound to be the victim of a few jabs to the face.

but, he doesn't mind. that much.. It's definitely not fun to come home and bolt to your room because your eye is painted purple, but to be honest, he'd bolt there anyways. No matter the color of his eye. It's not like he loves it there.

So school was a safe haven. In some ways, but as his eyes finally focus on the board, his heart drops to his ass, and he's really thinking about messing up that perfect attendance that he's got going for him.

"Morning Mr. Berzatto!" The burly science teacher exclaims, eyes creasing as he plops down at his seat, Carmys hand raises, unsure what noise would come out if he attempted to open his mouth right now.

A few more voices fill the room, a recognizable face handing him a quick wave before finding a spot at the front. He swears passing period is double the normal length, anxiety pooling inside of him, his leg bouncing unreasonably fast as his eyes lock onto the clock, counting every tick of the red hand.

the bell snaps him out of a daze of sorts, that same teacher nearing the front of the class. "Hello class!" He exclaimed, and if he was being honest he wasn't even processing the words the teacher was saying. murmurs and blurred words passed him for several minutes. "No—Sorry but it's—Well if you'd" it was a terrible start to class. and an even worse start to this proj—

"Carmen will be with..." He freezes, leg stopped moving. "Sydney Adamu." His hand moves to point out a girl at the front of the class. She turns her head and offers a soft smile.

She's got big eyes, her hairs natural, and she's got this sort of vibe to her. Like a warmth, if that makes sense, like something you'd venture to in the cold of a storm. "You can move now." The jock sitting next to Carmy flies from his left side, kicking the chair out so hard it basically hits the back of the class.

Sydney drags the chair into the desk and plops down beside him. "Hey." Her tone is mixed with a light sigh, and it's making Carmys stomach turn. She's not excited to be partnered with him. At all, she's got a friend in here that she was hoping for she's—

"Carmen?" She says, her head moving a tinge forward. He coughs. "Yeah—Sorry." He drags his hand down his face in an attempt to wipe away the bad thoughts. "Call me Carmy please." He says. "—I also didn't pay attention at all. What are we doing?" He asks like a scared child, like he might lose his door if he asks it incorrectly

He gets a small laugh from Sydney, "It's due tomorrow, we've just gotta make a presentation about some chemical property" He nods as she speaks. "Okay." He responds and kinda looks at her like a lost puppy, hoping she'd take charge and tell him what they're doing.

"We could go somewhere after school to finish it?" She offers, shrugging subtly as she finishes the sentence. Carmys face is unreadable, but inside he's confused why someone would wanna be with him longer than an allotted class period.

He nods, "I'll drive. We can go to that diner downtown." Sydneys eyes widen as he says this, like she was hoping she'd get an excuse to go there again. Carmy fights a smile, and fights the sudden stir in his stomach. "Okay."

-

Standing at the stairs was terrifying. Carmy bit the edge of his cheek, chewing on raw skin. "Carmy?" A warm voice says behind him. He turns around, Sydney standing there with a soft smile, and to be honest the anxiety washed away. "You ready?" He asks, his head pointing towards the door.

She nods and steps off the stairs, following behind him. The walk to the car is quiet, leaves and wind crashing against their skin as they move. It's not bad quietness, something calm falling over them. As they approach his car he slides in and waits for her.

She offers him a soft smile, turning his car on—

"Fuck." Carmy utters, the engine sputtering, his head flops onto the wheel. He drags his head away from it and tries once more, it sputters again. He groans and throws his head back.

Sydney looks at him, a little unsure on what to do. "Do you drive?" Carmy questions, pulling his phone out. "Uhm—No." She responds. He nods and throws the phone onto his ear.

"Carm?" Mikey's voice rings through.

"Hey." He lets out, his face a silent plead to get off this call.

"What's up?"

"Cars down again. Can you give me a ride?" He asks, his teeth back on his cheek.

"Shit. I guess." He responds, letting out a sigh that was masked by a breath.

"Sorry." He murmurs, his hand flying to his face. Scratching subtly, a weird attempt of wiping the anxiety off him.

Some words leave Mikey's lips, none intelligent-able through the shitty speakers. 'Yeah yeah. Bye.' Carmy responds, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

Silence fell over the two in the car, Sydney's gaze locked onto her legs as she pattered her feet on the ground, Carmy was doing everything in his power not to look at her.

It was weird to him; Having someone who wasn't family in his car, but especially a girl. He thinks the silence is for the best, because honestly he's unsure what they'd talk about.

"Why are you in Chemistry as a senior?" Sydney asks, her tone is genuine, not an ounce of malice in her words. "Failed last year." He admits, "Tried to wave the credit, saying culinary counts as a science. They didn't like that." He shrugs, laughing at his own memory. Sydney mirrors him, a very soft smile contouring her cheeks.

They share a gaze for a few seconds, until they both snap out of it. "How badly did you fail?" Sydney perks up, Carmy looking at her "—Only if you want to tell!" Her hands fly up in mock surrender. "Got a 56% in total." He says, "Flunked the final test bad. Got a 34%." Sydneys face morphs into one of.. surprise? concern? Carmy can't put his finger on it, but whatever it was it was it was making him overthink.

"That's impressive." She teases, her tone is mock sincere, setting her lips subtly before letting out a dry laugh. "I guess." Carmy responds, and then they just kind of.. look at eachother. Carmys not good with eye contact, but her eyes are warm. Easy to get lost in, comfort when you find them.

A honk snaps them both out of this daze, they both practically fly out of their skin. Retrieving their bags before stepping from the car. A very beat up subara sits behind his car, it's missing a headlight, and the plate is connected with zip ties.

He steals a quick glance before rounding the car, color draining as his eyes make contact with richie in the passengers seat. He moves back and slides into the back seat. "Shit. Carmen's with a girl?" spills with a verbal shit eating grin

"Hi Richie." Carmy responds, his words as monotone as his mind would let out. "This is Syd, partner project." He exclaims, and again, a hum of.. something pours from Richie.

"Where'd you needa go?" A much kinder voice pours out as they peel out of the parking lot. "That diner downtown? You know." Carmy says, kicking his feet against eachother. A murmur of understanding snakes its way to the back.

Carmy looks at Sydney. Again. Her fingers pattering against one another

It's silent, besides the soft crackle of Mikey's radio and a distorted audio of top 100 hits. It's just breathing, and shifting. No one really minds, it's an adjustment period. Carmy having a friend, seeing carmy with a friend, and being around carmy. It's new for everyone.

But if Sydney was being honest, it wasn't new for her. She'd been in his culinary class last year. They never got partnered together, but she'd be really happy when taste testing happened and she got to taste his food, she was let down when he didn't recognize her, but to his defense. She didn't talk much.. or ever.

It was just a harmless upper class men.. admiration.

A deep cough. "So.. What class is this for?" Mikey's voice perks up, Carmy looks up from his shoes. "Chemistry." He responds, his gaze shifting around subtly. "I took that Junior year.." Mikey says just loud enough for Carmy to hear, his voice a mix of confusion and a weird aha! moment. "Retaking it."

A word begins out of Mikeys mouth, suddenly stopping. His hand flying to Richie, turning back and slicing the air in a, 'not now.' way. As his hand retracts, a hum of acceptance is how he responds.

The rest of the car ride is blatantly silent, other than the few noises and a yelp when Sydney accidentally ripped out a hang nail

They finally stand infront of the diner, which is conveniently named.. Diner. They didn't get very creative.. Carmy exchanges a few words with the owner, an older woman with a light smile before he leads them to a booth in the corner.

They slide in on opposite sides, neither daring to pick up the menu. Their tried and trued orders sit in their heads. A younger gal nears their table, her hair in a ponytail with a few stragglers flying out of it. "What can I get for you two?" She asks, tapping her pen against the notepad in her hand.

They stay silent for a second before Carmy perks up and orders, Sydney following right behind him.

"Okay." They both say in sync, eyes widening with a light smile exchanged from both their lips.

Carmy pulls out his Chemistry notebook from his backpack, flipping it open and turning to show Syd. "I've only taken notes on flammability." He admits, giving her a smile that screams nervousness and embarrassment

She looks at his notes and back at him, a quick nod before she pulls out her notebook and flips to her page of notes.

It's a nice couple of minutes while they brainstorm, food placed infront of them, "can we take a break?" Carmy asks, washing down his food with a large sip of coffee that looks like it hurt.

"Yes." Sydney responds, her tone littered with relief.

"What are your plans for winter break?" Sydney adds on, her shoes kicking against the tile floor.

He shrugs. "Not a lot. We're all too old for christmas festivities. You?" He takes another bite.

"Me and my dad normally go to all the corny events." She smiles as she begins talking about her dad. "Tree lightings, pottery painting, parades." She explains.

Carmy purses his lips, wanting to ask about her mom. But that's not his place, so he just nods.

"If you'd wanna do something i'm sure my dad wouldn't mind if you tagged along." Sydney says. "It may be nice for me to, give him proof I have atleast one friend." She chuckles lightly.

"Oh—" Carmys taken aback, not in a bad way. He just hasn't been offered to 'tag along' in any way since he was a kid. Today is full of new feelings I guess. "I'll keep that in mind." He says, keeping himself as collected as he can, he thinks he's doing well. Sydney knows he's not.

She nods and decides to push them back into presentation talk, not sure if pushing harder would be good for him.

-

Carmy sighs and adjusts himself in such a way that screams 'This leather seat is against me in ways I will keep between me and the man above' a small grunt leaves him as he fixes his positioning

"How far do you live from here?" Sydney questions, plopping her pencil down.

Carmy looks at her in a way that screams 'I don't know my address! "12 minutes by the L to the nearest spot. 10 minute walk after that."

Without another word Sydney's hand flies up with the dad fake signing the check move.

He lifts his body up to begin to try to fish out his wallet.

"I got it." Sydney says, slamming her card down before his hand even entered his pocket. "We'll split." He says as he finally wrangles it out from his pocket.

Sydney doesn't even speak, just shakes her head.

Carmy holds his wallet between his hand, trying to settle his unease. He's uncomfortable. She hasn't done anything, but why is she being so.. so nice. "You drove." Carmy looks at her in a jokingly confused look. "You were gonna drive." She fixes her words.

Even if he did, gas wouldn't even have been a quarter of what this'll cost.

whatever. accept it carmen.

Soon the same straggly waitress scoots to their table, before she can even say a word Sydney's card is up in her hand with a smile.

The waitress is subtly taken aback, but gladly takes it and scampers off to run the card.

They wait silently, Sydney sits with a smile that Carmy is pretty sure she doesn't even know she has. Carmy sits looking down at his hands, toying with the edge of the wallet. Pulling it away before letting it slam back down.

The waitress is back, sliding both her card and their check on the table. Her smile fades as she looks down. Carmy quickly panics, pushing himself up to look at the total. Sydney lets out a subtle noise, a stifled chuckle.

"It's 20 bucks total Carmy." Sydney says as she picks it up and shows it to him. He plops back down and rolls his eyes with a fought back smile. She signs the check and slides her card back into her pocket before grabbing her bag and sliding out of the booth.

Carmy following seconds behind.

He begins out as he slings it over his shoulders, he offers the hostess a kind wave. 'Bye Carmen!' Leaves her lips as they leave. They stand outside in the cold for a second, side by side. Carmy zips up his jacket, as he lowers his hand back to his side, it brushes against Syd's. Neither of them adjust themselves.

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

a short one but OH WELL I WANTED TO SPLIT IT HERE

part forty-two

❝ A WELCOME GUEST ❞

FRIDAY — AUGUST 24 — 2:32PM

NICO CRIED FOR A LONG TIME. He kept muttering things, like how he didn’t actually know his parents, or that he didn’t want to go home, or that he didn’t know what to do. There were a few times the wind started to blow inside the dorm, but he was quick to make it stop — he was a lot better about controlling it now than he had been before.

Currently, all the dorm lights were off but the lamp, the curtains were pulled shut, and Nico was asleep in Bentley’s bed. Both he and Asten were just kind of there, watching his chest rise and fall methodically.

He looked the same when he was sleeping as he had back in Gotham. Bentley couldn’t recall a single time he’d ever slept over that was good, or just for fun, even now. Out of all the times he’d ever seen him asleep, he’d never actually seen him sleep peacefully. Which was just a little bit concerning given the amount of times they’d slept next to each other.

Bentley and Asten were both sitting at their desks, doing nothing in particular. What were they supposed to do when a kid that didn’t go to school there just sort of… showed up unannounced? They weren’t just going to kick him to the curb, that was for sure. He had super speed, so obviously nobody had seen him come in. Bentley thought about telling their roommates but honestly just hadn’t gotten around to it. The whole dorm was a bit sad anyways.

In the dead silence that was their bedroom, Bentley glanced over at Asten. He hadn’t exactly said much since Nico got there. His green eyes were still slightly rimmed with red and his breath involuntarily shuddered every now and then. (Since when was Bentley ever the one out of the three of them who kept his composure? Asten had dragged them through the woods while being chased by a murderous scientist after seeing what they thought were dead bodies, got a bear trap slammed on his leg, and still hadn’t cried half as much as he just had when Nico showed up. Bentley wasn’t sure what made the difference now.)

Bentley sighed after a long time of quiet, whispering: “Are you okay?”

Asten glanced over at him, his sad green eyes bouncing across Bentley’s face for a second before he nodded. 

“Yeah,” He replied, looking back down at his own hands. “If I had known he was coming, I wouldn’t have freaked out like that. Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry,” Bentley replied softly. “I just want you to be okay.”

Asten glanced over at him for a second, but Bentley just sort of looked at Nico.

“I’m okay,” Was his muted response. 

Bentley said nothing.

Asten breathed in, looking back over at Nico. “How long should we let him stay?”

Bentley shrugged, watching as Nico shifted the tiniest bit in his bed. “I don’t know. It’s not like any teachers are going to find out during quarantine. Should we tell everyone else?”

“I already texted Valor. He seems to be fine with it, but I’ll make a group chat and drop it in there, too. So everyone knows,” Asten replied, whipping his phone out of his pocket. “I also texted Nico’s mom, let her know that he’s safe. But I didn’t tell her where we are. All she said was thank you.” 

Bentley didn’t say anything. He felt his phone vibrate a few moments later from Asten’s group text, but didn’t pull it out.

“I can sleep on the empty bunk in Bellamy’s room tonight. And for however long he wants to stay here,” Bentley suggested, gesturing to Nico. (He ignored the little voice in the back of his head that kept saying: is this even legal?)

Asten nodded. “Okay.”

A sudden exclamation of “Oh, shit!” Emanated through the bedroom door from the living area, and Bentley could’ve swore he heard someone drop something. 

He and Asten glanced at each other, before he reluctantly stood. “I’ll go check.”

“Okay,” Was Asten’s quiet response. 

With a soft sigh, Bentley made for their door and made his way out of it, closing it behind him as softly as he could. He couldn’t really pinpoint what had happened for a few moments, because there was no one in the living area or kitchen, but then he saw Valor and Koa in the floor near the dining table.

“What happened?” He asked, moving closer to them. Valor was sitting on the floor, and Koa had a hand on the back of his head, pushing it down between his knees like Bentley had seen Bruce do to his brothers (mostly Tim) after they passed out or something.

“This loser fainted because he refuses to take care of himself,” Koa grumbled. “Because I was right, like I always am. But I digress. Will you go in there with Rockie?”

Bentley blinked. “Me?”

Koa glanced up at him. “I mean, he obviously likes you the most out of all of us who are functioning��right now.”

“I am functioning,” Valor grumbled.

Bentley glanced at him, then over at Rockie’s closed bedroom door. “Yeah... I’ll go.”

“Thanks,”

Bentley said nothing, but made for Rockie’s door. He was kind of afraid of what he would find inside, because he hadn’t seen Rockie in almost three whole days, but he went in anyways.

Their blackout curtains were pulled shut, making the room nearly pitch black apart from the single sliver of light coming from the bathroom; and Rockie was just… curled up in his bed. Buried in the blankets sort of like Asten had been earlier. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t looking at anything, really, just sort of… staring. His face was eerily blank.

Bentley stepped in and closed the door softly. “Hey… Rockie.”

His green eyes flicked over to him for half a second before focusing back on whatever they had been. It seemed to be the desk sitting by the door, although Bentley thought he might’ve been looking more through it than at it.

Bentley sighed lightly, feeling extraordinarily out of his element. He just sort of took a few tentative steps forward, sitting down softly on the end of Rockie’s bed, near his feet.

Bentley heard him breathe in lightly. 

“Where’s Valor?” Rockie spoke, which he hadn’t really expected. His voice was hardly above a whisper, and it sounded different than it usually did, layered with something. Or… stripped. Sort of thick and thin at the same time.

“He’s… taking a break,” Is what Bentley said. (He decided Rockie didn’t need the guilt of Valor’s issues on his back, with everything else.) “He’s… tired, so… looks like you’re stuck with me.”

His attempt at humor fell flat, and neither of them spoke for a little while. Rockie inhaled a few times like he was going to start talking, but… he never ultimately did. They just kind of both were… there. Quietly.

“Valor told me about your friend,” Rockie muttered finally, so quiet Bentley had to process it for a few moments before he actually understood what he said. “Is he okay?”

Bentley wondered how in the world Rockie was checking on someone else in the midst of all of this.

“He’s alright. Sleeping now. His parents just got divorced, so…” Bentley shrugged. “He’s okay, though.”

Rockie didn’t say anything else, and still didn’t look over at him. Ten, maybe fifteen whole minutes of silence passed before he spoke again.

“She cheated on me fifty-seven times in the past two years. And that’s just everyone she slept with,” He said quietly, shifting in the bed. “Who the hell does that?”

Bentley wasn’t sure what to say, so he didn’t.

“I… heard about Asten,” He continued. And suddenly Bentley kinda wanted to throw himself off a cliff even though he wasn’t part of the situation in the slightest. (Who had told him about Asten?) “Valor said that’s why he’s been so...” Rockie trailed off and shrugged subtly. “Will you tell him I’m not mad?”

Bentley blinked. He wasn't... what?

“Yeah... yeah, I’ll tell him," Bentley replied, a physical relief flooding his veins. "He’ll be really happy. He… was afraid you’d hate him.”

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” Rockie replied softly. 

Bentley let out a sigh of relief even though it wasn't even for himself. (Maybe now Asten could stop being so sad?)

A soft sniff broke him out of whatever trance he’d been in, and when Bentley looked up, Rockie put his hands over his face with a soft: “Shit.”

Bentley exhaled lightly, scooting himself back on Rockie’s bed until he was against the wall. Then he moved up toward the top so he was next to him, and he rubbed his arm gently. “You don’t have to talk to me about it, you know. You can just lay here.”

A few moments of silence passed.

“How the hell is she so okay?” He muttered, his voice muffled from his hands and his very sudden crying. “I feel like I’m gonna fucking die.”

Bentley didn’t say anything, just rubbed his arm some more. He didn’t know what to say. But he did know that he felt kind of like a piece of garbage and he hadn’t even done anything wrong.

For a while, Rockie just cried. And Bentley just sort of sat there with him. (He felt kinda bad because he was pretty sure Rockie wasn’t crying before he went in there. Although he wasn’t particularly shocked at his ability to make things worse by simply existing.)

Rockie sniffled deeply. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Bentley was quick to reply. “If I only like hanging out with you when you’re happy, I wouldn’t be much of a friend.”

“If you only hung out with me when I was happy, you’d have never hung out with me at all,” Rockie muttered. To himself, mostly, but Bentley didn’t miss it. It made him remember the Fluoxetine and then he suddenly felt really bad.

He, with a quiet sigh, brought one of his hands up and raked it through Rockie’s hair, who didn’t seem to mind.

He just kind of hoped everyone would be better soon.

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I kinda wanna see Ronal-Tonowari-Reader dynamic as parents to Ao'nung and Tsireya now

#RONAL X READER X TONOWARI AS PARENTS (TOTW)...! *°࿐

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes: i am writing this instead of studying for my finals which is in 2 days. is it worth failing school? hahahahaha umm—

You three are responsible so you don’t try for babies when Tonowari hasn’t earned his position as Metkayina’s Olo’eyktan or Ronal with the position as Tsahik or you as the Karyu. I’m not saying you haven’t done any steamy stuff before this bc that would be boring but you do and you just play safe ykwim?

So when you three have done that, you get pregnant first. Like all the hunger and need from the pain the whole miscommunication fiasco thing is poured into most love-making sessions and when you try to have babies, it gets more intense. Months later, you gave birth to Ao’nung.

From his birth, he cried hard and loud, letting the clan know of his arrival to the world. And when you cradled him to your chest for the first time, his tiny little fingers grip a finger of yours hard. He turns purple and his frown is deep as he cried and you chuckle at how beautiful your first baby boy. You had a feeling he would become a warrior.

Ronal got pregnant next and she gives birth to Tsireya. When she comes out, she cried softly but calms down as soon as she is swayed and her head rests on Ronal’s chest. She snored softly, completely different from her brother’s birth and you chuckle once more. You had a feeling she would become a healer or a teacher. Or maybe both.

You were correct. Ao’nung takes after Ronal so much and Tsireya with you as well that there is a running joke that maybe the Great Mother had misplaced them in your bellies.

When they were both children, Ao’nung smiles but not as much as he frowns or scowls. He was quiet most of the time, only laughing and opening up with his family. Like Ronal, this made him grow with a lack of friends, unlike Tsireya. But each day and night, you make sure he is loved and let him learn how to manage emotions and get along with others at his own pace.

Naturally, he grew frustrated sometimes and threw a fit. The first time he said words he didn’t mean to you, Ronal had a talk with him personally and made him apologize to you with tears and a hug with you so tight. Ronal understands him better than anybody else so they bond in silence.

Tsireya was naturally curious. It is in her nature to ask a lot of questions and learn more about the life that surrounds the clan, the Great Mother. Ronal teaches her as the Tsahik but Tsireya is a very sensitive child and you are more soft and gentle than Ronal, so she prefers learning from you. You two could talk all day without rest and you wouldn’t get tired of it.

Tonowari is just… there.

Nah lmao I’m just kidding, Tonowari is like the middle ground. He is the parent that the children look up to. Ao’nung wants to be as strong and a great warrior as him and Tsireya admires him just because. But Tonowari is also stern when he feels is necessary. There were (and will be) times that Ao’nung and Ronal disobey what you tell them because you spoil them too much like going out of the Clan’s water territory or too deep into the jungle of the other islands. Tonowari disciplines them as what a parent should do and kids cry yk and you’re like half glaring at him in the back, your tail is thumping the mat of your pod and there is a dark aura around you. He is forced to let them go early to lessen your anger on him and you immediately smother them with kisses and hug them tight.

Ronal understands the need to discipline them but she doesn’t want to risk your anger lol so she just looks away when Tonowari begs her to help him ease your anger. She just pats her sobbing children and tells them not to do it again and might go on about how they are just looking out for their safety.

You sleep with the children and might let Ronal in too if you’re not that in a bad mood. Tonowari totally sleeps by himself when he makes the kids cry.

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What would you say to people who think padawans are child soldiers trained for war ?

What other blogs (and I) have already said a bunch of times - that based on Lucas' canon (6 movies + TCW):

1) Jedi training was more focused on diplomacy and such before the war than it was on combat prowess, and you can see evidence of that in Ahsoka's ability to teach a course on politics to a bunch of Mandalorian kids who are her age or older and who are receiving what looks like top education (the Duchess' nephew/adopted son is one of them so it's clearly a good school) or in Obi-Wan's duties with Qui-Gon. Sure, they're ready to pull out the lightsabers at the drop of a hat, but they're both ambassadors, and they spend a lot of the movie trying to impress on people that they're really not meant to be soldiers. What they really do is protect Padmé and give her leverage with their involvement, but she's the one who has to ultimately confront the Trade Federation and force them to comply. There hadn't been a galactic-wide war in like a thousand year, ergo Jedi training was not tailored for war for about a thousand year. If anything, Geonosis showed the Padawans and the Knights and the Masters were absolutely not trained for war.

2) That even during the war, the grown-up Jedi are evidently doing their absolute best to take care of the Padawans. They pull Ahsoka from the front when she makes bad decisions (the Lightsaber Lost episode) and it's not like all the Masters we know about wouldn't immediately jump in front of a blaster bolt for their Padawans (which is what Depa or Jaro DO end up doing for their apprentices, btw). It's not like they could just leave all the teens at home (they likely would have all sneaked out to go fight along with the other Jedi anyway lmao) when there aren't enough Masters or Knights around in the Temple to protect them there either. It's not like they could just leave the Padawans in untrained limbo for the duration of the war - when training in the Force is crucial at formative ages. (Also, we actually do see younglings who are old enough to be Padawans but aren't fighting: the kids who got kidnapped and hunted for sport by Trandoshans. Meaning that a) the Padawans going to war really isn't a matter of the Jedi being happy to throw their kids at the enemy, or they'd have sent O-mer, Jinx and Kalifa too - it's a matter of students accompanying their teachers, because really what else are they gonna do? and b) that Force-sensitive kids are never safe from the perils of the war even if they don't fight in it - so again, might as well keep them within sight)

3) That if you make the argument that the Jedi use child soldiers, then Naboo and Alderaan are on the exact same level. But it's a really bad faith argument to pretend that Padmé's position in TPM was the movie wanting us to see the Naboo government as a messed up child soldier situation, or that Bail and Breha were irresponsible for allowing Leia to join the Rebellion at age 15. And if people agree to be consistent on that one (again, as silly as it is to condemn either the Organas or the Naberries) then the Jedi are by far the more responsible and healthy system. Padawans have the supernatural abilities to outsmart, outrun or outfight a lot of potential threats, including trained warriors or droids. They are not like kids from the rest of the Galaxy, nevermind like kids from the real world.

4) That Padawans fighting in the war wasn't really something we saw in the movies (except on Geonosis, but again they're woefully unprepared for it and they didn't expect that level of aggression on Dooku and the Seps' part). It was the product of the out-of-universe reasoning that if you're going to animate and produce shows for kids, they're going to wanna see kids. My younger brothers and cousins's favorite episodes are probably the younglings eps, because duh.

Ultimately, it all comes down to whether or not people are criticizing the worldbuilding (they can dismiss my first three arguments as not good enough and continue to think the Padawans' situation is messed up, it's totally fair) or are saying that the story itself was condemning the Jedi for 'using child soldiers', in which case I think it's completely unsupported by anything in the movies, shows, or behind-the-scene comments.

[clownrecess]

hey! i came across your blog and saw that you said pro-aba dni. i hope this is okay to ask but i was wondering if i could get your perspective on aba. if you need/want to stop reading now because the topic is upsetting/annoying/anything else, then i totally get it and you don’t need to go further or respond. i wanna start off by saying that i only know what i was taught, which is that aba is a good thing. anyways i worked as a special education teacher at an elementary school where a lot of my students had rbt’s with them for all/most of the day. in our case, a lot of those rbt’s were there to prevent students from harming themselves or others. i will say that i have certainly seen some questionable aba being done (there were several different companies providing services and their procedural differences could be glaringly frustrating). but none of my students were capable of articulating how they felt about their rbt and/or aba as a whole so i was looking to see why people are opposed to the practice. i mean i can see how making a child change their behavior as a way to fit into “normal” society (a stupid concept bc normal is bs) can be troubling, but i could also see that some good can come out of it, as far as harm reduction goes. coming from a psych background i can see how teaching kids to adjust their behavior in order to keep them safe is a good thing. but if the practice as a whole isn’t good then do you know of an alternative that is effective? (as far as reducing harm/injury goes.) i apologize if this seems extremely ignorant of me but i am genuinely curious to get an autistic kid’s point of view. especially if they have personal experience with it, but even if they don’t. since this is relevant to my career field, i don’t want to go about thinking that aba is effective if it actually is quite the opposite. i’m also not looking to glorify/make excuses for aba if it’s a bad thing. sorry for the novel of an ask. i appreciate you taking the time to read this. again, don’t feel like you have to answer if this is a stupid or pointless thing to talk about. i’m not looking to waste your time. thanks again.

(TW FOR ABA, ABUSE, TRAUMA, ETC.)

I was in ABA when I was 11 or so. The goal of the therapists was to make me suppress my emotions, and mask. I was forced into overstimulating environments and was not allowed to leave, I was yelled at, I was taught I am not allowed to say no to anything, etc.

The experience was traumatic, and I still struggle with a lot of panic attacks and nightmares related to it.

And no, I'm not quite sure of a way to reduce harmful stims. I have quite a few harmful stims too, but from my experience ABA made them a lot worse, whilst also making my mental health horrible. Sometimes finding alternatives to those stims are good. I tend to bite the insides of my mouth a really severe amount, and chewies don't fix the problem, but they are helpful for harm reduction sometimes.

[spaceagebachelormann]

Alright, last one, I promise!!

Could I please request headcanons for all the Ride the Cyclone kids finding out their S/O is getting bullied, and how they would react? I would love to see what you do with something like this!!

Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well!! 🖤🖤🖤

the choir finding out their s/o is being bullied

pairing: st. cassian chamber choir x gn reader

warnings: bullying (obviously), everyone destroying your bullys life, wounds, fights (cough mischa and penny cough)

a/n: i love writing for rtc sm

masterlist

Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

jaw drops when she sees someone bothering you

really upset you didn’t tell her

she’s very popular and every teachers favourite student, she could’ve helped you!! :((

comforts you afterwards, still a bit angry you didn’t tell anyone about how you were being bullied, but she understands you may have gotten pressured into it

let’s you vent to her <3

will destroy the reputation of the person/people who bullied you

is so mad and makes sure they’re absolutely humiliated

Noel Gruber

also a bit annoyed you didn’t tell him

is understanding of why you didn’t however

doesnt force you to vent to him or tell him what happened, let’s you tell him that on your own and listens intently when you do

he’s the type to have dirt on everyone from being observant, so he plots something to use that against them

he makes sure to walk you home and always be near you in hallways in case someone comes to bother you

if they do he runs to your aid and calls them out on something embarrassing

they don’t even look at you again afterwards

Mischa Bachinski

his rage kicks in

you’ve never seen his face so red

storms up to your bully and just starts fuckin swinging and hitting

he has to be physically pulled off of them by like 15 people

a few mins later when he gets everyone to fuck off he drags you away to somewhere private

cleans up any wounds you may have

asks the important questions

how long has this been happening? does he need to go back and finish what he started? are you okay? do you need anything?

seems to always be around you after that day…

Ricky Potts

so shocked

at a loss for words

sits you down and asks if you wanna talk about it or if there’s anything he can do

so devastated to find this out

hes sad for the rest of the day :((

hugs you and takes you to various places to make you feel better <333

will 100% beat your bully(s) with his crutches or give them to mischa to beat them with <3

checks up with you between classes after finding out, always somehow bailing you out of school if you feel uncomfortable

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

goes fucking feral

gently and calmly moves you away from them, before going at it

you knew she was a lil bit insane but not this insane

she’s biting, scratching, kicking, and punching all at the same time

mischa is standing there yelling words of encouragement and wiping tears away at how far his bestie has come

after that she checks on you to make sure you weren’t hurt in any way

if you were she goes back and finishes what she started <33

very scary, nobody messes with you ever again

Constance Blackwood

not the type to barge in and immediately defend you

but she’s there for emotional support afterwards <3

lets you cry into her shoulder, rubs your back, is really caring

she’s too shy to directly do anything about it, but luckily she friends with ocean and tells her what happened and because ocean is friends with everyone and loves you (because she’d 100% be friends with her friends s/o)

ocean…..gets them…. expelled… not what you wanted but it’s good enough!

if you still don’t feel safe after that, she walks you home and stuff (like noel) <33

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Aging out [Season Finale] - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Episode 18

Before Maeve knew it, Naomi was turning 18. Naomi wanted to have a low key party at the house with some friends, but Maeve insisted on them going out and enjoying themselves. Maeve arranged a party at the local bowling alley, much to Naomi's protest - claiming it uncool.

She invited 2 of her friends from school, hoping that no one important saw her pathetic excuse for a party.

Star, Maeve, Kaito, and Naomi's friends sang her happy birthday while she made a wish. Naomi thought there was no use in wishing since her life had pretty much been disaster after disaster.

After everyone left Naomi's party, Kaito and Naomi stayed behind to play another game of bowling.

Kaito: Your party was pretty cool considering it's a bowling place.

Naomi: Can't wait to go to your birthday party here too.

Kaito playfully shoves Naomi: Don't put that on me, I can totally talk mom out of it before then. I got a couple years before my 18th.

Naomi: Oh, I'm going to tell her that this was the best decision ever and to have your party here to so you have so many good memories to look back on. Just you wait, I'm going to pile it on thick.

Kaito: You better not! I just wanna play games with my friends!!

Back at home, after Naomi's first semester at ENTER COLELGE HERE. Naomi and Maeve sit in the living room to chat.

Maeve: So, end of your first semester. How's it going? How are you feeling?

Naomi: I feel okay I guess. My classmates already seem to have friends and know insider information about my teachers and they aren't always inclined to share.

Maeve: I'm sure you'll adjust. You're saving a ton of money by being home and you're closer to us if you need us. It just makes sense.

Naomi: Mom, can I please move on campus next semester?

Maeve: No, We've already talked about this. You'll be much safer here than at some dorm where you could get in trouble.

Naomi: We've had the talk, we've talked about drugs. Mom, I'm an adult. You've got to start trusting me with decisions like these.

Maeve: I do trust you honey, it's other people I don't trust.

Naomi: If you trusted me, you could trust me around other people. I can handle myself!

Maeve: I said no, that's final.

Naomi: Good thing I don't have to listen to you. You're not paying for my school. I have scholarships and can afford it on my own. Next semester I will be staying on campus.

Maeve: Naomi, I said no, you can stay here until you graduate.

Naomi smiles: I said I'm going to be staying on campus, and that's final.

Naomi stands with her plate and stomps off into the kitchen. Star joins Maeve on the couch.

Star: You okay, my love?

Maeve: I don't know what's gotten into her. She thinks she knows everything. She's not going to be safe on campus, she's going to get distracted by relationships, or drugs, or just distracted by other people. She doesn't need that, she needs to stay focus or else she lose herself ...

Star: Like you did when you got pregnant at 19?

Maeve looks over at Star with tears in her eyes: I would never give her or Kaito up. But I do wish I had more time for growth before I had them. I didn't get to go to uni.

Star: I know my love, I usually stay out of spats you have with the kids, but I think we should let Naomi make her own choices and let her make mistakes of her own. You can't protect her for the rest of her life. She's gonna end up all kinds of messed up truthfully.

Maeve: I hate that you're right. She's my baby, soon enough Kaito's going to be old enough to go to uni or move out. I don't see him going to college as much as I push.

Star: They are their own people, with their own minds. You've raised them well enough to know how to stand on their own two feet. You should be proud of the two people you created and raised.

Maeve and Star begin canoodling on the couch. Meanwhile, in the kitchen Naomi is signing up for her next semester and looking at the dorms.

AHHHHHHH, we made it to the end of Gen 1. Gen 2 will be starting out with Naomi moving to university and starting her life on her own. I'm gonna miss Maeve and Star, I'm excited to see where Naomi takes us in gen 2!!!

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Original story by @sleepwalkersqueen , go check her out

Notes:I actually have nothing to say except enjoy :D and that I have a tablet now and once I figure it out properly I might post some pictures ;)

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Warnings:panic attacks, still not a therapist, bad words, trauma-related content (If I forgit something let me know)

Chapter 03

It was the end of summer, the school holiday just ended and we were back to start a new year.

A tiny little school in a village near Fukuoka. Only about twenty kids filled the school from various ages and classes.

The school had a big playground at the front with a big sandbox, some things to climb on, and a little forest space. The building was small and only had three classrooms.

Currently, there was a break and everyone was playing outside. Twenty young children playing around while one teacher watched to make sure everyone was safe. It was clear that there was a lack of mutant children, only one.

Near the forest was a group of three children playing rescue. With a princess, a monster, and All-might.

"Oh no! Please help me" a girl with red hair says while striking a dramatic pose. Clutching over her chest and making her voice sound like a tragic damsel in distress.

"Do not fear for I am here!" The boy with the purple ears said, jumping up behind a bush, while doing the All-Might pose. Making sure to look as high and mighty as possible.

"I will not let you save her All-might," I say with a growling voice, a smile on my lips exposing my white canines and wings a little flared out to make me bigger. "For I am the great bird and I will eat yo-... This isn't fun, why am I always the monster?" I lisped while puffing my cheeks.

"Because you have those teeth! And wings!" The purple-eared kid said, pointing to the parts he mentioned. "You from everyone here look the most like a monster"

"Well... You have purple ears, so why not you?" I argued back, stomping my foot

"Because I am the only boy here and I wanna play All-might!"

"Then I don't wanna play anymore" I crossed my arms and stomped away from the other kids. I sit down in a corner and start drawing in the dirt with my already dirty talons. I chirped happily before the bell rang and it was time to head back to the classroom.

With jumpy steps I walk inside, a big grin on my face. Happily showing everyone my newly grown canine teeth, sharp and shiny.

A big crowd surrounded my table, giggling. I blinked confused before stepping inside, everyone staring at me with expressions I couldn't quite place.

A few people stepped aside and what I saw placed on the table made my tummy feel weird.

A bloody dead bird.

I halted in front of my table feeling a shock wave creeping up my back. Heart hammering in my chest like never before.

I heard my classmates snickering and whispering until someone said to me, in the most arrogant and hurtful voice I ever heard someone talk "We thought the mutant wanted a little snack, Hawks eat their prey raw, right? Now you have the perfect teeth for that"

My heart was hammering uncomfortably in my chest and my body started to get stiffer the longer I looked at the bird. My ears deafened the surrounding sounds of my classmates, sounding like too many songs smashed together.

Only the voice of my teacher was able to bring me back to reality. I looked up at him, seeing no pity in his eyes at the cruel, cruel thing my so-called friends did.

"Can you bring the bird outside? How about you make him a grave?" My teacher asked, squatting down.

I nodded with teary eyes and gently took the small body of the bird in my warm, dirty hands. Leaving the classroom. It felt so tiny in my hands, yet it was still so warm.

Behind the school, I buried a small hole, holding the bird in one hand.

With the bird in my hands, I stared down. My heart was pounding in my ears and I could feel something build up inside of me. Cold sweat ran down my spine.

My mouth was standing slightly open, saliva falling down on the ground and the bird. My eyes were wide open and my breathing was wet and heavy. I had never felt so much water forming in my mouth before.

Without being able to control an instinct that was so implemented in my brain that it was starting to hurt I bit down. Eating the poor bird that was a victim of my classmate's cruelty and my own. It tasted like chicken.

Monster

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"You look tired"

"I am"

"Why?"

"Had a fight with my boyfriend, wasn't able to sleep after that"

"Trouble in paradise?" He cooed clearly to rile me up.

"Who said anything about paradise?" I said as I lay my head down on the table.

"Is he an asshole?"

"Who cares..." I mumble before bringing my head up again and combing my long hair out of my face. Not denying his implication.

"Wait seriously now? Oh wow- and you said I had relationship problems"

Perhaps he was right. Why should I of all people judge his broken marriage with my broken relationship? This was too hypocritical to call smart. I am was just a stupid woman, with a stupid boyfriend, with a stupid job, with stupid patients-

"Are you crying?" He asked looking at me with a face I wasn't able to see properly because the tears blurred my vision.

"no" I sniffed, wiping the tears away from my face that continued traveling down. The voice was so small I wasn't even sure if he heard me

"Nonononono don't cry," he said in a calm voice

"I can't stop," I said between broken sobs, burying my face in my hands.

I didn't see how overwhelmed Shinyo was with the whole situation. He looked frantically around the room, trying to find anything to calm me down or maybe a way to escape to make me stop in a not so nice way.

"Hey uhm.... Did I ever tell you about the time I lived on a ship?" He started leaning his head down a little to get a better look at my burried face.

"W-what?"

"Aye, when I was a little smaller and more stupid than I am now. I worked for a big guy called Harima along with my brother"

Harima?

"Brother?"

"He isn't anymore"

"Oh.... I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, he made his choice"

Again I wiped a few of my tears away. Taking a deep breath.

"I never had any siblings"

"No shit Sherlock," he said in a flat tone.

I laughed a little bit "Well yeah... My parents always wanted another child... Or perhaps a lot more than just one but they both have deficiencies that prevent them from ever getting one... I was practically a miracle that happened to them..."

"Be thankful, siblings are the worst"

"I trust that. Besides mutant siblings can be the worst"

He looked at me confused, opening his mouth to say something probably stupid to that.

"I am also a mutant, Hawks as well funny enough" I chuckle but he still looked unconvinced. "I am not so proud like you about being one, life can be... Cruel I suppose"

"I.. uh... Where are your...?" He asked looking behind me. Searching for something invisible.

"Birth defect, I can only grow them back again because of my quirk, not for long though otherwise I get too tired, takes a lot of energy"

"Sucks probably"

"I can manage"

The cell room fell quiet for bit, an awkward silence one where even I wasn't able to think of a good silence breaker.

"Can I see them?" He asked looking interested like never before. Like a child who really wanted to eat ice cream from a truck that just stopped.

"They are pretty boring, no fancy colour like you"

"I don't fucking care, just show me"

I sighed before standing up from my chair. Taking off the white coat, luckily my shirt had a free back, which in itself was pretty common for my wardrobe.

I concentrated for a moment, feeling warmth creeping up my back. Slowly my wings started growing back, a feeling like a wound that closed but started itching out of nowhere and feeling the need to tear it open again only for it to be even more itchy.

Brown feathers started to regrow and once nothing grew anymore I opened my eyes that I closed for concentration.

"Happy?"

"Aye... They are pretty, just so you know"

"Oh. Thanks..." I rubbed my arm lightly before shaking my body, stopping my quirk. Bit by bit my feathers started falling onto the ground.

"Does it hurt?" He asked while following the path of each feather that was falling.

"Maybe a little bit, but I don't know" I yawned. Rubbing my sleepy eyes before sitting back down on my chair.

It was silent, in an ear-deafening way. Only his heartbeat was still going too fast for it to be normal. Still gives me the creeps, how can one be so calm on the outside but heartbeat faster than a racecar.

The silence was imterrupted by a knock from the outside. I groaned annoyed before standing up and opening the door. A man I had never seen before was standing with a coffee in front of me. He smiled before extending the coffee to me.

His heartbeat went even higher....

"My name is Imawashi, I used to work here and I wanted to thank you a little bit for the great work you are doing" He lied. I just had this feeling he was lying straight to my face.

"Thanks but I don't drink coffee, it's not good for your skin"

"Oh... Uhm..." He was startled, looking at the cup of coffee and then back at me.

"I also hate to be interrupted, my time is precious, so bye-bye" I slammed the door shut before locking it again.

"Some people" I rolled my eyes, turning around. Eyes fall directly on Shinyo who is breathing like he just ran for ten miles or something.

I silently ran over to him, keeping a small distance.

"Shinyo? Shinyo look at me if you can"

"What!?" He grunted but didn't look up.

"I don't mean to be rude but you look like you get into a stress grip if your heart rate doesn't calm down at least a little bit," I said with a gentle voice. Keeping my hands up for him to see I wasn't planning on touching him.

"I need yo-"

"Fuck you! Just leave-"

"I need you to breathe with me, slow and focused" I explained while not trying to be overpowered by his fear. Even though his panic made me in turn panic too.

I started breathing in a slow rhythm for him to easily hear and follow. It took a while before he started to follow my instructions.

"It's not working," he said with a tense voice and a shaking body.

Of course, it doesn't work after three breaths. But I needed to come up with a new solution that got his brain off everything. Only one thing came to mind.

"Do you know the story about Sun Wukong?"

He looks at me with confused eyes and a face that could be read as 'Are you serious?'.

"He is the king of monkeys born from a stone egg. It is said it was fertilized by the wind, the smell of the earth, the power of the sun, and the gracefulness of the moon." I moved closer again, to take off most of his chains. His rigid body fell down on the ground, but I caught him and went down with him. Pulling him closer to me and gently stroking his hair. His hands dug uncomfortably into my arms. I could feel something slowly breaking.

"Sun Wukong was a master at fighting and jumping very, very high he was able to change into 72 different forms, a really powerful being"

Shinyos head was resting against my chest, his eyes were wide open and his breath was wet. His entire body was working against him, shaking yet unable to move a muscle. Nature can be a cruel thing.

"But one day he wanted to have more. He wanted to be this invincible force, a king, a god even. He managed to conquer the sky and become a god to the other gods' dismay. Only one day he was punished by Buddha and locked under a mountain"

"D-did he escape?" Shinyo asked with the most pitiful tone I have ever heard him speak. But the question wasn't of interest in the story, I had the feeling he saw himself in the hopeful escape.

His body started to relax again.

"Maybe one day," I said, gently stroking his hair. We continued to stay in this quite awkward position before his hands on my arms and his muscles completely calmed down. Leaving a row of big gaping wounds where his talons left holes in my arms, exposing a fractured bone.

When he was able to register what his stress grip caused he wanted to apologize, so much I could read in his eyes. For someone who doesn't care he seemed to care a lot.

"It's fine, I can just heal it" I reassured before scooting a little bit away from him "It wasn't your fault, to begin with"

"It was a shitty story..." He laughed, head still resting on me, I felt too bad neglecting him now.

"My father always told me stories when I got too overwhelmed, which helps with keeping your mind off the panic. Just like counting, breathing, or anything you could do"

"You? Overwhelmed? Thought you ate confidence and no wrongdoings for breakfast"

"I know I can be arrogant, but that doesn't mean I am a complete bitch. I have struggles like everyone else, and so do you"

"I'm perfectly fine"

"Sure, and I am the jade king"

"Do you wanna ta-"

"No" and after that he and I fell silent again.

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"Let me get this straight... You poisoned the tea that you gave to a child and Shinyo?" I could feel my eye twitching from just the blatant stupidity of this woman in front of me "Why again would you give your own son poison?"

"Shinyo gave it to him" Her eyes were dull and her voice was monotone, like a soulless puppet.

"But you didn't stop him, correct?"

"It wouldn't have worked otherwise, he would have become suspicious"

"I-" trying to find the right words for a situation like this surely took a toll on my patience. Even dealing with Shinyos constant belittlement in prison was more manageable than this.

The eyes of the flame hero bore holes into my back while I was trying not to lose my mind over this woman.

The conversation made my blood boil in a way I hadn't expected. Not only did she have an arguably cute and intelligent little kid, no, but she couldn't have cared less about him.

Takami Nitsuki was officially one of my most hated people in the world... Right after my most hated person.

"Alright... The government wants you to sign papers to give Keigo into the care of us, you can Of course decline if you wish to take care of him instead" I laid the paper forms down in front of her, along with a heavy metal pen. This procedure was giving me the biggest icks I had ever felt.

The worst part was that she actually signed them. No questions, no blinking. She took the pen and slowly gave her signature on the boxes.

I didn't share another word with her after that.

Standing out in the cold with my coat closed I stared holes into the ground, like Endeavor did with my poor back earlier. Only to abnormally large feet that were part of an abnormally large human that was a living heater.

"What is it?" I asked annoyed. Squinting my eyes shut as I exhale.

"Takami and I made a deal"

"So?"

"I need you on this mission, if he doesn't -"

"Don't you think it is strange how much she didn't care?"

"Don't cha-"

"I mean come on, who doesn't care at least a tiny bit about their child? Have you seen the poor kid? He was way too tiny for his age, not to mention malnourished and left behind, why doesn't she get any punishment for this?!" I pace around with a heavy step. Grabbing my hair as I let out my frustration on Endeavour.

"It's not our problem."

"You have kids too! Don't you care the tiniest bit?"

"And you don't so why do you care?" His voice was as rough as ever.

"I... Because I have another type of connection when it comes to family, especially because you know" I gestured all over me. "Is it normal for nonmutants to not care? Both my parents would have done anything to keep me"