#im realizing now you gave me your grade and not your age so if you wanted someone older cus your 18 and he's 17 I totally get it just lmk

[mistywaves98]

DILF SCARA! no bcs (middle-aged) Scara being our college prof 🤷🏻‍♀️. airhead y/n! wearing a slightly revealing top, being told to stay after class for a 'talk' but then Mr. Mouche ends up finger fucking y/n over his desk... OKAY IM SO DOWN BAD

This got me racking my brain. Also heads up, I zoned out a LOT while writing this so it might suck

✧･ﾟ:* ->Dilf Teacher! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Age gap (Scara is late 20s - early 30s n Reader is early 20s), Fingering, One use of Petnames, teacher x student trope, not proofread!

The confused look on your face when you entered Scaramouche's office after class was so adorable, he had to keep himself from pouncing on your right then and there. As you sat on the chair in front of his desk, it took all his willpower not to let his gaze drop to the delicious view of your cleavage sitting just below your collar bones. He was so focused he didn't realize that he hadn't even spoken yet, it was only your sweet voice that brought him out of his head,"Sir...? You called me in for a talk?"

The worry in your tone was evident. Did you do something wrong? Were your grades dropping?? Scaramouche cleared his throat as he clasped his hands together on top the surface of the table,"Ahem— Yes, miss [Name]. I did call you in for a light discussion about...upholding. I noticed that you're wearing...quite the revealing top today. In case you didn't realize, it violates the school's dress code. And thus, I'll have to punish you." Truly it was an exaggeration, the top wasn't really a violation at all. But how could he pass up the opportunity like this?

You were more puzzled than ever, glancing down at your clothes to see if they really did show off as much skin. When you looked back up to protest, you realized that Scaramouche was now standing behind you,"...What are you doing? Sir...?" He didn't answer as his hands suddenly grasped your waist, lifting you from the chair with ease. You squeaked in surprise as he pushed you onto the table, knees still supported by the chair and making your back arch slightly. This position gave him a clear view of your rapidly dampening panties under your skirt, the sight making him smirk as he clicks his tongue.

"Tsk tsk. Such a naughty girl, wearing such a short skirt. It's like you're asking to be slutted out. Look how wet you are already...I'll definitely have to punish you for this." Scaramouche tuts as he brings up a hand to press two fingers against the wetness, making you squirm as he shakes his head, long purple locks framing his face perfectly. Your face burns as you finally come to figure out exactly what kind of 'punishment' he was talking about.

His slender fingers continue to rub against your clothed slit, relishing the way your panties clung to your folds as they became soaked with your arousal. The friction provided by the movement of the fabric against your pussy making you mewl as your hands gripped the edge of his desk, your head craning back to try and look at him. When Scaramouche decides he's worked you up enough, he slides your panties down to settle above your knees, revealing your dripping pussy to him.

The obvious erection in his pants was tempting him to just stick his dick into you right then and there, but he wanted to tease you a bit, it was punishment after all. He moved his thumb to circle around your throbbing clit, causing you to inhale deeply as his other digits ghosted your entrance. It was frustrating, all this rubbing was making you needy, your pussy clenching around nothing. Scaramouche could see that and the image of your desperation was thrilling.

Slowly, he eased the tip of his ring and middle finger into your cunt, groaning softly at the already tight squeeze, "You're eager for this, aren't you?" Your whine told him all he needed to know, as he gave you another inch of his fingers. You tried to push back your hips to make his fingers go deeper, wiggling then slightly for friction. He quickly used his other hand to push your back onto the cold desk, holding you in place as he chided you about being impatient.

Suddenly, Scaramouche shoves the remaining length of his fingers into you, the squelch resonating throughout the room, eliciting a hiss from you. He finds a steady pace, eyes fixated on the way his fingers disappear into your slick heat with each thrust. You clamped a hand over your mouth, all too aware of the fact someone could be walking by. He knew this as well, but the risk of being walked in on was riling him up as he increased the speed of his digits.

Your essence dripped onto the seat of the chair, creating a dark spot that would have to be cleaned. But for now, Scaramouche's main concern was making you cum all over his fingers, right here in his office. The sounds of your muffled whimpers, combined with the feeling of your tight walls was making him breathless, hair sticking to his flushed face as his thumb got back to work on your swollen bundle of nerves.

The stimulation was making your head fuzzy, and it didn't help that whenever he curled his fingers you could feel the rough pads of their tips press right against the spot that made your legs feel like jelly. Your orgasm was pending, and you knew it wouldn't be long before were pushed over the edge. The slight change in the pitch of your moans was a testament to that. And Scaramouche noticed this too, "Hmm, what's this? You're gonna cum? Then cum for me, make a mess all over my fingers.."

No one needed to tell you twice. With a low cry, you came undone, back arching as your juices coated his digits. The sensation made him smile as he helped you ride out your high before slowly pulling them out to examine the way your juices shone in the dim light of his office. Now that he'd made you cum once, Scaramouche figured you'd be ready for the next step. He held you down as you tried to get up, making your glossy eyes look up at him in confusion,"Ah ah, where do you think you're going? We're not done just yet..."

With a quick shift in position— the chair pushed aside, leaving your trembling legs to support you —he now stood directly behind you. His pants were already unbuckled, it along with his boxers pulled down to reveal his cock aching for attention as pearly globs of precum dribbled from the tip,"I think we'll be here for a while, so brace yourself, princess..."

[sluts4matt]

Can you do one where y/n is inlove with nate since she was 14 but she's the sturniolo tirplets little sister and her best friend is in love with nate now she's 19 and still in love with him, she is dating this bot but he's not so nice to her and nate gets mad at him and one night y/n gone to nate while he was in LA and tells him that her boyfriend broke up with her because she didn't want to lose her virginity to him, nate is there for her so she kisses him realizing she betrayed her friend and brothers but nate tells her he likes her back they go on a couple of dates and 8 mouths later y/n loses her virginity to her high school crush meanwhile they have sex y/n best friend comes over and her best friend and her brothers didn't know they were dating till they hear her moan/or nate and y/n feels like bad friend but none of them actually care

SECRET

pairing: nate doe x sls!erika sturniolo

summary: she had hidden her feelings away for years, but with growing up and toxic relationships it was all starting to resurface.

warnings: none

word count: 1631

authors note: a miniseries, whaaat. i am so fucking sorry this took me as long as it did @mssturniolo, next chapter in a few days most likely.

having feelings for your brothers' best friend had always been a no go. or at least that's what the movies always taught me, i found myself loving the trope from a young age, before i truly understood what liking a boy meant.

now i know, and am in fact involved with the same beloved trope of all of my favorite movies.

the feeling was planted when I was fourteen, my mom and brothers brought me to watch a friends hockey game. his blue eyes and blonde curls captivated me basically immediately. of course, i knew about the infamous nathan doe, he had been nick, matt, and chris' best friend since middle school.

i just hadn't had an actual conversation with him until he skated up to our area. nick, matt, and chris had all been freshmans' in high school while me and nate were still stuck in the eighth grade.

he had skated right up to us, the biggest smile i had ever seen, which i had thought was impossible because of the contagious one chris almost always wore. "hey guys'," he grinned, "hey erika," he said, the name falling from his mouth as if he had spoken it a thousand times before.

my cheeks flushed as i nodded and gave him a small wave. the butterflies felt instant and like they weren't gonna go away. the buzzer rang, signaling for everyone to get in their positions.

we watched as nate skated away on the ice, the silver blade of his ice skates carrying him away. "always such a sweet boy," i heard my mother marylou state from beside me.

after watching the game and watching nate score the winning goal, we all made our way out of the arena, nate quickly joining us. he swung an arm around chris' shoulder as he fell in stride beside me.

"you guys did good," i state, ignoring the heat i felt going to my cheeks. "yeah?" he asks, his boston accent thick, and i can tell he wants me to keep talking. "yeah, it was pretty impressive," i say. "im glad you thought so," he replies, and his smile is even wider now.

i feel my face heat up more as the words 'he's talking to me!' repeat in my head. "you guys staying the night?" he asks, turning to the three boys who all looked basically identical.

"can we?" the three of them ask, practically jumping up and down. "of course!" marylou answers, and the four of them start cheering.

my alarm blared, bangs coming from my door. "hurry up erika," i could hear nicks agitated voice, "you're gonna make us late," he continued with a groan.

i looked over at my phone, seeing that my alarm had been going off for ten minutes now. a gasp left my lips as i got up, frantically moving around my bedroom.

i pulled the first clothes from my drawers that my hands landed on, pulling my pajamas off and replacing them. i quickly put on deodorant and brushed my teeth before brushing through my hair. i applied a few layers of mascara to my eyelashes, watching the black envelop them and make them longer and bolder.

i heard nick groan once again, as i walked to my door. i opened it being met with his eyes staring down at me, "what's the point of an alarm if you don't wake up to it?"

"hurry up," chris sang from the bottom of the stairs, "we have to go get nate."

a smile was brought to my lips, before i quickly replaced it. nate and i had gotten closer in the past two years, most of our freshman classes were with each other so we grew accustomed to each other's company.

he always came to our house after practice or games, sometimes he would just show up unannounced to hang out, typically with the boys, sometimes me if they were busy.

he was an incredibly sweet person, he was always helping around the house and never expected anything in return. he was also extremely funny and had a great sense of humor and could make even the toughest situations funny.

"bye mom," the four of us stated, walking out the door. me and nick got in the back of the van while matt and chris sat in the front, matt being the driver.

nick started a conversation with the three of us, one that i mostly tuned out, only catching a few words here and there. the drive to nates house was short, like always.

matt parked by the curb and i watched chris pull out his phone to send nate a text. not even a minute later nate was walking out of his front door, a black baseball cap sat backwards on his head, his blonde hair peaking out slightly.

he wore a grey sweatshirt and black jeans, a bag slung over his shoulder. a wide grin appeared on his face as he saw the car, running and throwing himself into the back.

"morning," he smiled towards us all, scooting in beside me. "morning," we all mumbled, giving tired smiles. "why are you so happy," nick grumbled, leaning his head against the window.

"because we get to go to school, where they'll teach us, and fill our heads with knowledge," he said, grinning. "okay, now the truth," i giggle, poking his side.

his hand grabbed my finger, holding it. a smile stayed on his face, as his thumb grazed over the back of my finger, sending goosebumps up my arms. "i just have a good feeling about today," he answered. "okay psychic," chris joked, not taking notice to nate's hang wrapped around my index finger.

"well im glad you're so happy," matt added, smiling at nate. "are you guys excited for homecoming?" nate asked, looking at us. "no," me and matt respond at the same time, neither of us were one for big crowds and god knew that's what homecoming would be.

chris and nick on the other hand, had already bought tickets and were planning their outfits. chris was planning to take some girl named juliette while nick was trying to figure out how to ask his best friend to go as friends.

no one knew who nate was going with, at least not me. he didn't talk about it much in all honestly, today had been the second time i've heard anything from him about it in a month.

"who are you taking again?" chris asked, turning back to the three of us. "ava," nate smiled, causing my heart to drop. ava michaels was pretty, i had always envied her.

the way her skin looked flawless and clear all the time, her clothes, everything. her eyes were a deep blue color, and her hair was a dark brown color, almost black. her lips were plump and naturally pink, she was known as one of the prettiest girls in our school.

"lock it down bro, we'll be popular forever," nick joked. "it's not a date," nate chuckled, "just friends," he added, causing me to let out a breath i hadn't realized i was holding.

out of the corner of my eye, i could see nate look over at me, though i chose to ignore it. the rest of the drive was silent, except for the occasional joke or two.

when we finally arrived, matt parked the car in his original parking slot, putting it in park before he turned the key over, shutting the ignition off.

the four of us unbuckled and exited the vehicle, following the stream of kids entering the school.

the day seemed to move by in a flash, and i had found myself in the library, sitting next to nate, waiting for the bell to ring so the librarian could tell us what our english teacher had planned.

"did you do the homework?" i heard nate whisper. i looked over at him, his head was laying down on his crossed arms. "yes," i state, already pulling the paper from my bag so he can copy the answers.

i watched his eyes widen slightly, before a small smirk fell onto his lips. he sat up, scooting his chair closer to mine. his knee brushed against mine as he copied the answers, the touch sending a shiver down my spine.

he was close enough that i could smell his cologne, and i had to admit that i liked it. "thanks," he whispered, putting his paper away as the librarian began speaking.

"welcome, welcome, mrs. wilson called out sick very last minute, not giving us time to find a substitute," she explained.

"so instead you all will be working with a peer partner, groups of two, mrs. wilson says she doesn't mind who you work with as long as you're quiet and respectful," she finished, a smile appearing on her face.

"any questions?" she asked, but no one raised their hand. "perfect," she grinned, "get in groups of two," she said.

"hey partner," nate grinned, and the butterflies in my stomach erupted. "hey," i smiled, feeling a blush fall onto my cheeks. "so what do you wanna do?" he asked, his knee bumping into mine again, this time purposefully.

"shakespeare?" i suggest, and he nods, a smile on his lips. "what's your favorite play?" i ask, pulling out a sheet of notebook paper. "romeo and juliet," he smiles, making me smile as well.

"i knew you were basic," i joked, and his jaw dropped. "im not basic," he defended, a fake gasp escaping his lips.

i laughed, rolling my eyes as i wrote the title of the play on the paper. "we could compare and contrast the original play with the movie," he suggested, and i nodded, writing.

"good idea, let's start."

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[snowyquokka]

Hi gorgeous 💞

I honestly love you work, thank you so much ❤️

If it's not too much to ask but my birthday is on 14th March so can you write a hyunjin x f reader smut +fluff with him giving reader his birthday gift for her (surprise me with your writing)?

I would really appreciate it 🥺

Bye 👋

SYMPHONIES

cw: mature content MDNI, fem reader, oral *f receiving, swearing, friends to lovers, no aftercare shown but is implied

wc: 1.3k

a.n - happy birthday beautiful!! i hope this was a good enough present <3

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12:00 AM

Tons of DMs, calls and texts erupt on your phone simultaneously, wishing you a happy birthday. Everyone but the one you wanted most.

Is it wrong to be in love with your best friend since the sixth grade? To a normal person, maybe, but to you it’s the reality you’re forced to live.

4:00 AM

Did he forget? You can’t blame him; he is an idol after all and he’s probably exhausted. At this point the group chat you are in with all the guys is blowing up to the point where you had to silence it once you realized that Hyunjin wasn’t responding or jumping in the conversation.

CHILDREN OF CHAN

|lixie - happy birthday cutie

|hanji - HAPPY BIRTHDAY

|hanji - get ready to party bitch. it’s on

|seungmo - im not getting stuck with han’s shitfaced ass this time

|minhoe - it’s only like one in the morning and you’re already plotting?

|innie - felix get back on league

|channie - im trying to sleep

|seungmo - put your phone on silent then old man

|seungmo - nvm you probably dont know how at ur jurassic age

You let out a small laugh and bite your lip, contemplating if you should thank them or not. Ultimately deciding against it and telling yourself that you’ll do it when you wake up, you turn off your phone and roll over onto your side, soundlessly falling asleep.

10:00 AM

There’s a knock at the door, startling you out of yet another poor attempt at sleeping. You hop out of bed sluggishly and make your way to the living room. To your surprise, Hyunjin is leaning against the doorway, having let himself in with the emergency key you gave him when you first moved in.

“Just in case,” He insisted, “What if something happens and you need me? Or vice versa.” The fact that you believed that would be the only scenario he used it for seemed a bit foolish as he visited more and more.

You spot a somewhat large box, royal blue with a red ribbon on top, in Hyunjin’s hands. He smiles and pushes off the doorway. “I’m sorry to intrude like that, you weren’t answering your phone.” He says when he reaches you.

You shrug, “It’s okay. I was only sleeping.” Hyunjin nods and places the box in your hands with a sly grin, “Open,” He gestures towards the box. You move to the couch and take the lid off the box. The first thing on top is your very own Jiniret. “So you stop kidnapping my child,” Hyunjin laughs and slides onto the couch next to you. The next thing you pull out is an all black hoodie and when you turn it around you see Hyunjin’s name on the back. The small gesture shouldn’t cause butterflies to emerge in your stomach, but it does to your dismay.

You take out the rest of the stuff (a few small fake plants, Versace perfume that you scold him for buying for you, and a couple of his PCs sprinkled in between everything). You finally reach the bottom and furrow your eyebrows when you pull out a blindfold. You look at Hyunjin whose expression has morphed into something mischievous. He moves the box out of your lap and takes the blindfold out of your hands before tying it around your head, obstructing your vision.

“C’mon, stand up.” You do and Hyunjin slides his hand in yours, guiding you somewhere.

After a few moments you assume you’ve reached your bedroom, the smell of your favorite candle filling the air. The door clicks behind you and now you’re hyper aware of Hyunjin’s presence.

“Why are we in my room, Jin?” Instead of answering you, he runs his fingers delicately down your bare forearms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“I think we can both agree that we have more than just a normal friendship, don’t you think?” Hyunjin’s voice has noticeably dropped, causing shivers to wrack your body. Your heartbeat quickens so much that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. “I asked you a question, baby.”

Are you dreaming? You must be dreaming. There is absolutely no way you aren’t. He would never say anything like this. Right? Right. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Hyunjin places his hands on your hips and presses you flush against his body.

Maybe you aren’t dreaming, judging by the very real, sizable erection digging into your stomach. “Hyunjin I-” You aren’t too sure what to say except to agree with him. He walks you back to the bed and gently lets you down, climbing over you soon after.

“Are you sure?” You know for sure that he would never lie about something like this, especially with you. You’re asking yourself more than you are him.

He toys with the hem of your shirt, “May I?” You nod and raise your arms as he lifts it over your head before immediately attaching his lips to your neck. Hyunjin nips at your shoulder and collar bone before making his way down to your breasts. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, please.” You whine. He unclasps your bra and throws it somewhere. His mouth attacks your right breast, his other hand massaging the other. Your back arches in pleasure and you can’t help but let out a groan. How can’t you when Hwang fucking Hyunjin has his pretty pink lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Fuck, baby. You make the sexiest sounds.” Hyunjin drops to his knees, pulling your shorts and panties down with him. His mouth waters at the sight of his index finger being swallowed whole by your tight heat.

“Holy shit,” You say breathlessly. You raise your hands to take the blindfold but he stops you.

“Not yet, baby. Want to make you come first,” With that he adds another finger and watches, mesmerized, as your cunt takes his digits. The lewd sounds filling the room are enough to make him bust right then and there. He manages to pull himself together though. That is, until he gets a taste of you.

Hyunjin’s tongue slides in between your folds in one flat stripe and he groans. The groan is so deep that you feel it vibrate through your entire being. He traces figure eights across your clit and you swear you're in heaven. His tongue is euphoric and the feeling of his delighted groans are better than ecstasy.

“Hyune, please. I’m almost there.” Your fingers tug at his roots so hard you might have to apologize later. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to mind very much.

“You’re so good for me, baby. Come on, finish for me. Let me hear those pretty little symphonies of moans.” You clench around his fingers as he increases the pressure on your clit, giving you a knee buckling orgasm. You crash so hard that Hyunjin has to hold up your waist to prevent you from falling.

He chuckles and licks the insides of your thighs clean before rising to his feet and pulling you into a wet kiss, your own juices invading your tastebuds. Hyunjin finally lets you take off the blindfold after helping you sit up. The man in front of you looks so proud of himself with a lopsided grin, your release glistening on his lips.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He pulls you into another kiss and cups your jaw.

“This gonna happen every year?” You smile. Hyunjin shakes his head.

“This is gonna happen whenever you’ll let me.”

[q-gorgeous]

A Ray in the Dark

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 2389

No one knows AU. Instead of being assigned homework or busywork for his recent detention, Danny is presented with two chairs and a teacher who just wants to talk and try to understand him. And after having a huge fight with his friends after bailing on them at lunch and a fight with his family that morning, Danny is actually willing to talk about everything and finally open up to someone. @darthfrodophantom

im not good at titling things ahhh

“Danny! It’s time to get up for school!”

Danny groaned as his mom called to him from downstairs in the kitchen. Either her or Jazz must’ve come by and opened his bedroom door. He didn’t remember that happening, but when he squinted his eyes open he could see through his doorway and into the bathroom. He sat up and threw his covers off of him and closed his door again. He grabbed a change of clothes and started getting ready for the day. 

He had to fight a ghost last night. It made him miss curfew by an hour and then another one had popped up again in the middle of the night. He’d barely gotten any sleep before his mom called him. 

After he changed he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He ran down the stairs and set his backpack in the living room before heading to the kitchen. 

He smiled when he saw his favorite breakfast food sitting on the table waiting for him. Strawberry pancakes and syrup with a side of eggs and sausages. He pulled his chair out and started digging in. He could feel his parent’s eyes on him as well as Jazz’s. When he looked up at them, they all looked like they wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start. He slowed down on eating his breakfast. He knew what they were doing. They were buttering him up before they gave him bad news. 

“Danny, sweetie.” His mom started. She wrung her hands together, looking to his left before she made eye contact with him. “We need to talk.”

He swallowed the bite of food that was in his mouth and shifted his gaze between the three of them. “About what?”

“Your grades have been dropping for a couple months now. You’re failing a handful of classes. We know you can do better. Your grades used to be so good. What happened?”

He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just stupid now. Not everyone can be as smart as you guys or Jazz.”

“Danny, that's not all that’s been going on though.” Jazz said softly. She placed a hand on his arm. “You’ve been coming home past curfew, skipping school. I even saw that you snuck out last night.”

He pulled away from her grip. “What?”

“You left your door open last night.” Jack said. “Jazzy-pants was going to the bathroom when she saw that you weren’t in your room. She came to get us when she realized you weren’t downstairs either.”

Danny crossed his arms. “Some sibling you are, snitching on me.”

“This is serious, Danny!” His mom exclaimed. “You’re never where you’re supposed to be. That can be dangerous for a kid your age in a city this big. You can’t do whatever you want whenever you want, especially when you aren’t passing any of your classes. It’s those things that are causing your grades to fail.”

“How do you know what’s causing my grades to fail?” Danny shot back at her. “This is the first time you’ve ever actually talked to me about it. Every other time you bring it up you make it out to be that I’m dumb, that because I’m a Fenton I need to get good grades. You never ask what’s wrong.”

“That’s why we’re talking about it now.” Jack said. “It’s gotten to a point where it needs to be addressed. Until your grades start to go back up, you’re grounded.”

“What?” Danny shouted as he stood up from the table. “Why?”

“We need to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re actually getting your homework done. You need to attend every class and be home on time so that your grades can get better.” Maddie said. “We’re doing this because we love you.”

Danny scoffed. “More like you love good grades.” He walked out of the living room and picked up his backpack, throwing it over his shoulder. “I’m leaving, then. Maybe if I leave early for school you won’t think I’m some kind of delinquent anymore.”

“Danny, wait-”

He slammed the door on the sound of his mom’s voice and started walking away. They didn’t understand why his grades were failing. He couldn’t tell them either. He was probably going to be grounded for the rest of his life if this is what they insisted on doing. He needed to talk to Sam and Tucker. They didn’t know anything about why he was suddenly failing all his classes either, but he could at least complain to them about his parents. 

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Danny ran back into the school out of breath. He had to fight another ghost and it caused him to miss both his lunch hour and the class right after it. He was supposed to meet with Sam and Tucker during lunch, he’d been so busy all the time, giving them excuses about why he couldn’t make it to lunch. Today he promised them he’d be there, that he didn’t schedule anything for today but then this stupid ghost had to show up.

In the speakers above him, the bell rang and students started filing out of their classes. He slowed down so he didn’t run into anyone and looked around for Sam and Tucker. 

There they were! He saw them walking out of their English class and started jogging towards them.

“Sam, Tucker!” He shouted at them, waving a hand in the air. 

They turned around to look at him and he slowed down again at the expressions on their faces. They definitely looked mad at him. 

He made it the rest of the way to them, still breathing heavily from running into the school. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Something came up and I had to-”

“Are you really?” Sam asked coldly.

His brows drew down. “What? Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You keep bailing on us, dude.” Tucker said coldly. “You’re never around anymore. You always have some excuse for why you can’t eat lunch with us or why you can’t hang out. You say you’re studying or making up work but you’re not. You wouldn’t be failing all your classes if you were actually doing all that.”

“And if you’re not working on your schoolwork why would you be avoiding us unless it’s because you don’t want to be friends with us anymore?” Sam shot at him. 

“What? No, of course I still want to be friends.” Danny looked at them with panicked eyes. “I just have a lot going on right now that’s taking up all my time but it’s not anything to do with you guys.”

“Why don’t you tell us what it is, then?” Sam asked. Danny looked away from her. They didn’t know. He couldn’t tell them. They’d think he was a freak, just like the rest of their classmates. 

“That’s what I thought. Come on, Tucker. Let’s get to our next class.”

He watched as they turned their backs on him and walked away. He could feel the tears threatening to spill from his eyes and he clenched his hands into fists. He turned to walk to his next class when he bumped into someone. 

“Sorry, my-”

He looked up and made eye contact with Mr. Lancer.

“Ah, Mr. Fenton. I see you’ve made it back to school. You seemed to have disappeared for a while there.”

“Uh, yeah. I got caught up with something. My-”

Lancer shook his head. “You’ll be serving a detention after school today, Mr. Fenton. Meet me in my classroom after your last class today.” 

He walked past Danny to go into his classroom. Danny could feel his eyes welling up with tears again and he stomped away towards his next class.

Great. As if today couldn’t get any worse. First he had a fight with his parents and got grounded. Then he had a fight with Sam and Tucker, his only friends. Now he was going to get detention, which would only make his parents more mad. He hated today. He couldn’t wait to finally get home.

-----

Danny stood outside Lancer’s classroom door. The teacher wasn’t in there right now and Danny was debating whether or not he wanted to leave and go home or if he wanted to serve the detention. No doubt he’d get a call sent home either way. 

He sighed and jumped when a voice sounded behind him. 

“Hello, Mr. Fenton. Let’s head on inside.”

Danny walked into the classroom with Lancer following close behind him. He sat down at a desk, dropping his backpack down on the ground. When he looked back up he saw Lancer closing the door behind him. Danny looked around at the empty classroom.

“Aren’t there other kids that have detention today?” Danny asked. Usually there was at least one other person in here with him. 

“Not today.” Lancer said. “I wanted us to be alone so I could have a word with you, Danny.”

Danny squirmed in his desk chair. Mr. Lancer didn’t often use his student’s first names. Something about some kind of personal vs professional boundaries. Danny didn’t think it made a lot of sense since they were just kids in high school but that’s just what the teacher did. 

Lancer pulled his desk chair out from behind his desk and pushed it in front of the desk that Danny had sat in. He sat down in it and looked at Danny. 

“Is everything alright, Danny?”

Danny just stared at him. Was this the only reason he had gotten detention today? So Lancer could try to talk to him one on one where he couldn’t leave?

“I saw you arguing with your friends earlier today.” Lancer continued. “And as one of your teachers, I know your grades have been dropping and how often you’ve been skipping class. I feel it is part of my duty as a teacher to make sure you’re doing alright. Has something happened? Is it a home issue? Do you need help?”

Danny was stunned. All this time since he’d gotten his powers and was fighting ghosts, no one had asked if he was okay. Apparently every single important person in his life had noticed something was wrong, but it took his English teacher to notice something for someone to finally ask him ‘are you alright?’. 

He took a deep breath. “I don’t… I don’t think so.”

He finally let the tears fall. They had been building up in the time since his accident, since his grades started falling. It had been building up today when everything kept happening and it felt like there were no solutions. He didn’t have a way of fixing any of this without letting the ghosts attack Amity Park. And he couldn’t let himself do that.

Lancer turned and grabbed the tissue box that sat on the top of his desk and placed it in front of Danny quietly. He grabbed one and blew his nose. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Lancer asked softly. 

Danny stared down into the tissue in his hands. He hadn’t told anyone what happened. Not his parents or his sister, not even his best friends. Was his English teacher really going to be the first person he told his biggest secret to? 

He looked back up to Lancer, meeting his concerned eyes. He’s the only person who asked if he was okay. If he wasn’t going to tell him, who else would he tell?

“I died.” He said quietly. Another sob threatened to come out of his throat but he held it back. Lancer’s eyes widened at the admission. 

“You died?”

Danny nodded. “It was the portal accident. The one that kept me out of school for a while at the beginning of the year. I turned the portal on from the inside and it electrocuted me.”

Lancer looked dumbfounded. “If you were electrocuted, how are you…”

Danny shrugged. “It killed me but it also did… Something else. It kept me alive at the same time. It just came with some side effects.”

“What kind of side effects?”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a few moments of steeling himself for it, he pulled on his core and transformed. He could feel the rings pass over him and after they were gone for a few seconds, he finally opened his eyes and met Lancer’s gaze. His eyes were even wider and he looked ready to have an existential crisis of his own. 

“What? You’re- You’re the ghost boy?”

Danny nodded. 

“Lord of the flies! Is this why you’re always missing class? Why your homework is never finished and you always look so tired?”

Danny nodded again. 

Lancer leaned back in his seat, stunned. “To kill a mockingbird. If I’d known-”

“You’re not going to tell my parents are you?” A sudden spike of panic washed through Danny. He didn’t think about that part. Teachers were obligated to tell parents certain stuff, right? This seemed like it would fall under the ‘something your parents should know about immediately’ category. 

“No! Of course not!” Lancer met his gaze again. He looked nearly as panicked as Danny. “I’m not daft, Mr. Fenton. I’ve seen how your parents follow your ghost self around town with weapons brandished at the ready. I would never put you in danger like that.”

Danny heaved a huge sigh of relief. He slumped down in his seat and closed his eyes. He heard Lancer take a deep breath of his own.

“I’m not going to pretend like I understand how any of this happened.” He said. “But, I do understand that you need some serious support right now.”

Danny opened his eyes. “What kind of support?”

“We can start with accommodations for your schoolwork. We’re going to make a plan for you so that you can still get your assignments done and do whatever you need to do as your ghost self.”

As Lancer kept talking, a warm feeling was growing in Danny’s chest. For the first time since he started fighting ghosts he felt like he’d be able to do this. Like he’d be able to be more than just a disappointment or monster to his friends and family. 

“Thank you.” Danny whispered. 

“You’re welcome, Danny.”

[haz3-daz3]

Thank you for the opportunity! How about this idea?: Team RWBY do something for reader who is heart broken when her friends from before Beacon don't call her for her birthday for the second time.

I sure can do that!

I must warn you that since Rubes in the first volumes almost has no characterization besides liking weapons and being a tad awkward around people so im gonna have to add a few tidbits to her personality.

Ok but how have they not touched on Ruby being an expert weapons maker at the age of a middle schooler???

‘nough tangent, headcanon time!

(btw it turned out to be so long so I’ll have to do a Part 2 for this)

Platonic!Team RWBY x Reader Part 1

Ruby Rose

Ruby isn't exactly close with you but you did have conversations with her from time to time in the mess hall during lunch break or going between Professors Oobleck and Mulberry’s classes. Mostly her giving you weapon tips because she’s read about almost every weapons magazine out there.

So imagine her surprise when she found you absent during lunch, you never miss weapon upkeeping discussions! Well, mostly because she needs your notes and she forgot to take hers earlier (Weiss gave her coffee at night and she could not sleep. Dammit Weiss.)

Ruby zipped around, maybe hit a few too many people in the process in her haste and later found you in one of the empty rooms. Specifically, hiding underneath the teacher’s desk. Sniffling? Eh??

“Y/N what are you doing here?” She asked in that sing-songy childish voice of hers, peeking from above the desk into your self-made isolation space. Silver eyes wide with concern and curiosity, brows furrowed.

“N-Nothing.” You tried, though when you saw Ruby pout that cute pout of hers you already know you failed that conversation check.

Coming down to where you sat on the floor, she gently took hold of your hand that had been precariously holding your knee.

“Hey, c’mon. You know you can talk to me about stuff besides weapons.” She cooed, her already gentle voice impossibly gentler now. Maybe it was the quiet, or your tears blurring your vision, but you swore you could see her eyes brim with genuine concern. Probably a trick of the eye but maybe…you can tell her. Ruby wasn’t the Cardin type of person after all.

“It’s my birthday today, and my friends before Beacon didn’t…” You sniffled, revealing your other, unheld hand that was holding your Scroll open, your inbox as empty as this musty-aired classroom.

“Oh.” Ruby sounded, then she realized how dumb she sounded and shook her head, red-tinged fringes swaying. “Why didn’t you tell me or Yang? We could’ve prepared something for your birthday!”

“Well—” You proceed to go on a tangent about Ruby seeming more interested in weapons and you didn’t want to bother or pressure her into talking or interacting you outside of that, because hey, what’s a grade-skipper who’s smarter and better than you gonna do with your mediocre self? And Yang? Well, Yang already has so many friends, she’s the popular one of course. Why would someone so radiant spare a moment for dull old you?

“Eh?” Ruby snorted. “I only talked about weapons with you because you wanted my help didn’t you? Do you remember asking me how I kept Crescent Rose in tip top shape and we disassembled her?” The youngster with silver eyes exclaimed, very animatedly making shapes in the air. “And I’ve told Yang about you and she said she was cool with meeting you! But you never did take our invitations to that boba place…”

Okay so maybe you’re a dummy.

Though before you could dwell more on it, Ruby huffed and dragged you out of the desk, saying something about calling her older sister and bringing you to that boba place she’s been hinting at in your previous conversations now that you thought about it.

“I’m not gonna let my friend celebrate her birthday alone!” Ruby announced, sure of herself, the leader in her shining brightly than the idea of her finding you boring. Glad to see that Yang’s method of comforting her worked on you.

“I…Thank you.” You finally cracked a smile.

Ruby is satisfied.

And then you spent the latter afternoon standing beside a very bubbly and chattery blonde older sister while her younger half sister with the too-big weapon debated with herself about whether she wanted matcha or chocolate AND if she should add whipped cream, finding it totally normal to mix boba with whipped cream.

“Haha, I tell you, Ruby’s the reason why we keep at least three boxes of sugar cubes back in Patch!” Yang grinned, hip on her hand, not at all minding the growing line behind you two.

“Ughhh, I can’t decide! What would you want?” Ruby turned to you, all smiles despite the impatience around.

In the end, you both got the same drink with lots of people sighing in relief after the three of you sat down a table with the window view on the second floor. Was it a terribly awkward situation? Yes.

But at least today didn’t turn out so bad.

Weiss Schnee

Ugh.

A heeled boot tapped rhythmically on the paved-concrete sidewalk; the snowflake heir purest against the backdrop of a cityscape as she waited and waited, already used to the loop of impatient tapping while as she shifted her weight.

You were late. Moreso than usual but at least in previous occasions you were only late a minute, not a full hour!

She’s got your messages open, she’s been texting but nooo you’re not replying, not even a seen! What kind of hang out is this? Are you snubbing her? Did she snub you another time? Are you mad?

Oh no, what if you were really mad?

She’s been reaching for your teammates too and even they don’t know where you were, which was strange because you always told people where you went so they’d stop being so surprised at the fact that you’re on top of a mountain and that you can see Weiss’s dorm and dormmates with your telescope.

“Bird watching she said, I’ll help you, she said.” Weiss sighed, tipping the poor waiter that’s been giving her service water for the past hour because she refuses to buy a drink without you.

Okay, let’s see…if you’re not at your dorm, at that camping spot or even in one of the cabins of those mountains (she sent Ruby on an errand and now that airheaded leader of hers is apparently enjoying the cocoa the cabin owners offered to hikers since it was cold up) then maybe…

And then Weiss remembered that one conversation she had with you. “Hey Weiss, you ever been in one caves of where Jaune and Pyrrha encountered that Death Stalker? It’s pretty wild in there, wanna go there next time?”

…

Ugh.

A quick message to Jaune about the location (he is so easy) and hey look at that, coordinates. She would’ve tracked your coordinates but you were a fan of being under the grid so tracking you down wasn’t easy.

In fact, YOU do the tracking. Weiss still remembers the first time the two of you met. Was it hectic? Moreso than Ruby if you could believe it. But did she have fun?

She’ll never tell you. Bleh. Never tell you how you somehow made a terrible day of being blown up by some sneezing dolt somewhat better when you offered to help her clean up. Never tell you that you were probably the first person who didn't look at her like she was a rich girl, but a person.

In your dreams!

A few Semblance glyph-assisted travelling minutes later, she’s at that cave you mentioned.

Musty, dark, thank goodness for fire Dust that she can tip Myrtenaster with and use as some makeshift torch. Was it an insulting thought? Y e s.

But she’s here for you so she’ll try not to think about it too much.

It didn’t take long to find you surprisingly, but then again you weren’t trying to hide that well, sitting down near a pond, glowing, Dust infused plant life around to serve as some blue tinged nightlight.

“So, this is where you’ve been for the past hour.” Weiss huffed, extinguishing the flames with a smaller version of her normal glyphs. Around you were your gear and weapon, scattered, so unlike the usual meticulousness she sort of admired about you. She totally didn’t adopt your tidiness, totally didn’t take your advice to heart about keeping her Dust supplies more secure because those glass jars weren’t as secure as she thought. Explains why she blew up when Ruby sneezed.

Weiss decided to sit down with you, her scarred eye in view.  But she didn’t really feel the need to hide it when it’s just you and her.

“So, are you going to explain why you never showed up for our weekly café parley or not?”

Weiss watched your expression real closely, trying to gauge whatever was wrong the way Winter did when they were both younger. The way sometimes Whitley did to her. Except unlike Whitley, Winter didn’t actually just sit there and stare.

“Well?”

“I was hoping the second time might’ve been different.” You finally said. A vague reply, but at least you replied. Weiss sensed you weren’t finished so she stayed quiet and leaned over, telling you she’s listening without telling you outright.

“You know how I told you I grew up with a bunch of kids and we trained under this guy who was very much the Survivalist type? They…didn’t call. Just like they didn’t call last year.”

“Is today important?” She asked, tone a tad too unfriendly than she would’ve liked. It wasn’t on purpose it’s just…

“Today’s my birthday.”

…

Weiss looked mortified, “I’m so sorry—”

You laughed, but the sound sounded so hollow. Not at all the mirthful laugh when you taught her about bird types, she could try to practice summoning like the ones Winter did. Not at all the type you let out whenever she ranted to you about Ruby’s dummy tendencies, Blake’s anti-socialness or Yang’s recklessness.

“It’s okay, I didn’t tell you to be fair. And you didn’t ask either so…”

That made Weiss feel worse, true you weren’t teammates or even classmates in most classes, but she still considered you a friend, the fact that she apparently never asked you your birthday in so long in your friendship reminded her she still wasn’t so good at this friendship thing. She's relieved you weren't angry or hurt by whatever careless action or word she said, but the fact that you were sad didn't sit right with her. Why would it?

And because of that...

You had to take a second to look when you suddenly felt something warm wrap around your hand. Soft. Unblemished and smooth. Not the type of hands that have worked a day in their life. And yet…it was earnest.

“I want to spend time you today.”

…huh.

“This is the cave you told me I could find a rarer type of Dust, right? Then show me. I want the you who’s loud and happy whenever you tell me about your crazy survival stories.”

Was Weiss aware of the fact that she was blushing in embarrassment? Probably not.

Nonetheless, you smiled.

[jiminy-crickets]

yes it was the connor post I haven’t read that intently in ages

the connor post nonny is refering too

YESSSSSSS, i cant be normal about him because no one else is able to be normal about him, the part that gets me, that im being really abnormal about at this specific second is him and his family temporarily MOVING TO SWEDEN, when he was 15 so he could train.... that's not normal!!!!! he never had a normal teenage years, we will never have normal adult years, i need to wipe the worlds memory of him and send him to college for two semesters, i need him to throw up in the bushes outside a frat, i need him to regret taking an 8am, i need him to socialize with people who don't play hockey, i need him to be normal. i need the league to teach these kids to take hits, i need them to try and acclimate the kids who don't get sent to a farm team after getting drafted, how many fucking rookies need to get hurt, and take bad hits for the league to finally realize that they aren't doing well by them. how many more players need to use the nhlpa player assistance program before they realize that taking a bunch of children and signing them to multi year contracts and with a schedule that leaves you traveling and away from your non hockey friends and family for months on end is a recipe for unhealthy coping mechanisms, mary @pwhl-mybeloved said earlier that someone sent in 15 duplicate cards to get graded of a kid who isn't eligible for the draft until 2026, the era of social media is putting even more eyes on "generational talents" THIS QUOTE FROM EMILY KAPLAN AT ESPN

Bedard tries to stay out of public when he can, and as he gave me a tour in his off-roader SUV, bumping some top-40 music, it became apparent why. When he stopped at a red light, a car pulled up with four adults who recognized Bedard instantly. The driver honked and waved enthusiastically as the three passengers frantically fiddled with their phones to take photos. Bedard, clearly experienced with this exact scenario, politely smiled back. "There's a bit of buzz, and for me, it's kind of crazy to see some of the things and people I've been compared to," Bedard said. "It's a lot different getting recognized out and about. It's something I'm getting used to. It's supercool feeling the support. But you know ... I'm still a kid." He's understating the buzz.

^^^^^ HE WAS 17!!!!!!!! THE ENTIRE ARTICLE GUTS ME

he's too young!!!! we are putting children on too high of pedestals, we make children sign contracts with an organization that doesn't care, not about their physical health, not about their mental health, we are stuck perpetually dooming hundreds of children each fucking year.

people want to be angry at cutter gauthier because he "broke up" jamie and tz but i care that a child (okay hes 20 now… and was 19 when the tarde happened, and he was 18 when drafted) who informed the flyers back in MAY OF LAST YEAR, that he didn't want to sign, WAS DRAGGED THROUGH THE MUD!!!!! because the flyers dragged their heels for almost a year and wouldn't take his "im not signing" as an answer!

the fucking amazon tv show "focusing on 10-12 players" will never show any of this shit, the league wants to grow its audience and appeal to a younger and more female audience, but young people are smart, and more people are going to notice, cutter didn't break to mainstream audiences, but this fucking amazon show is going to bring a bunch of eyes, and those eyes are going to look at connor, because there is no fucking way he isnt going to be one of the players they focus on, the league isn't that stupid, and those new eyes are going to see what i see, and i won't be the only person walking round in circles mumbling about gifted children never adjusting.

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Wishing

Matilda Age: (15 years old)

Warnings: dont remember them since this is a old imagine

Summary: Jay wishes for something horrible now she ends up in the hospital

Never say, I wish

Me and Matilda were in a fight over her grades. She had gotten a C- after i told repeatedly to study instead she was on her phone talking with friends and watching Disney+. Things had gotten to the point where Will tried to interfere but I ended up snapping at him. 

“Do you ever listen to my instructions?” 

“I do, oh my gosh Jay you never give me a break. It's always Mattie  study, Matilda this Matilda that.” She argued 

“Because you don't listen whenever you need to. This always happens. You don't study, you don't do your homework.”

“That was one time Jay” She said with an attitude “and everytime you say" Mom wouldn't be happy with what you're doing”. I wish you would just stop bringing her up”

“I wish you were never in my life” I snapped

As soon as I said that, I immediately regretted it and wanted to take it back. Matilda just stood there looking like she was about to cry.

“Mattie i'm sorry” i said

She just ran up to her room and slammed the door shut. Will gave a death glare and I knew I was so screwed not only with will but because I knew he would tell Hailey and Hailey would give me the worst lecturer of my life.

“Man why the hell would you say that”Will yelled

“I don’t know it just slipped”

“It just SLIPPED?”He yelled “Are you insane did you not think about what you said before you said it”

“I'm sorry I didn't think, I'll go say sorry to her now.” I said walking 

“No, let her calm down first because what you said was so wrong”. 

And just like that i had put myself in the worst situation

***

Matties POV

Why would he say that? Does he actually mean that? Maybe he is right, mom wouldn't be proud of me. I'm just a burden to both of them.

Walking around I felt a familiar feeling. The feeling of fainting. “Ugh of course this has to happen now” I yell in my head. I go to sit down on my desk chair but I don't make it very far when I can already feel myself falling.

Everything hurts so much.

All I can see is black.

***

Wills POV

Im sitting scrolling on my phone glancing at jay everyone once and a while who looks antsy to go see Matilda. I look back down at my phone and I hear a loud thud. Hoping its matilda releasing her anger by throwing things i yell to make sure she's ok. “Mattie you good up there?”

I don't hear an answer from her and I yell aging. “Mattie!” Me and Jay both exchange a worried look before running up to her room and barging in.

“Matt why aren't you- Shoot Mattie can you hear me? '' Will said, slightly slapping Mattie's face. 

“Jay go get the car ready we can't wait for an ambulance” Will immediately checked to make sure she had a pulse and was relieved she did.

Jay nodded and ran out to the car so he could pull it out to the front.

I picked Matilda realizing how light she is. I ran out to the car and jay opened the door for us and we sped off to med

“This is 50-21 gorge. I'm headed to Chicago med. 15 year old female was found unconscious in her room.” I could hear jay radio in

***

“See Jay, this is why we don't say things like that. I had a co-worker in New York who wished that she didn't have a sister. the next day her sister died on the way to her house.” 

“I'm not gonna say anything until I see Matilda. I could never forgive myself if something happened to her and that was the last thing I ever said to her.” Jay said, i could hear his voice. He was on the verge of tears but Jay doesn't like to cry in front of people because he thinks it's embarrassing. 

Just then connor came and me and jay stood up hoping for good news 

“So she's stable and it was just another episode. She does have a concussion. I assume she fell on her head because she didnt get down fast enough. “

“Can we see her now?’ I asked already knowing the answer.

“Of course, good luck with her. She's delirious from the meds.’ He chuckled and left to continue his work. 

“Matilda, stop. How many times do I have to tell you to stop playing with your IV”. Making her jump because she didn't see us walk in. 

“Ok Jay, you can say whatever you want to say now.”

“I'm so sorry I said that Mattie, I never meant to say that. I just had a bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. 

“I forgive you, and i'm sorry to i should start to listen to you guys more often” She admitted

I just let out a small laugh and we all broke out in laughter on how stupid the argument was.

“I love you guys” Mattie said

“We love you too Mattie” Jay replied

I hate this one but i just wanted to post something while im working on a new imagine, even though i could've picked from many of my imagines i never posted

[lifeisgreat12]

[Feedback welcome]

Hey this is just a poem I wrote trying to get my thoughts in order haha.

It’s called I have played with knives from a very young age

1/28/25

I have played with knives from a very young age

When I was little I watched my dad flick his pocket knives

Up and down

Up and down

Spin

I would bring him them

Some were pops’

All of our friends got their first ones when they were 13

It was cool

They talked about how cool it was

I got mine earlier

I don’t remember when

But I did

After my dad came back from rehab

He bought more knives

A lot more

He gave me more too.

Everyone thought it was cool

My dad fidgeted with his knives

In the car

In the house

At work

When he cut himself

I brought him gorilla glue

I asked him if it hurt

He said a little

It stung in the beginning

But it was fine

I first learned to base my worth on perfection in kindergarten

At least that’s when I remember it

When I learned about friendship

And being gifted

I first thought about the meaning of this life in 3rd grade

At least that’s when I remember it

I went back to therapy

I first learned about mental illness in 3rd grade,

At least that’s when I remember it

They said I had a worry monster

I first learned about our crumbling world at a very young age

It’s harder when you don’t have the words ‘existensial dread’

I’m not sure when, but I remember it

I first thought about human nature, how we get our violence, our values, our fear, at a very young age

Im not sure when, but I remember it

I first understood that alcoholism ran in my family in 7th grade

I first understood I had never seen my dad sober before 7th grade,

I learned these things on the same day

I learned that parents try to blur this stuff until a random day in 7th grade

Until they can’t anymore

I joked about these things to my friends

And my family joked together

That’s how we worked

It’s how you stay afloat

It’s how you dull the blade

I was never the funniest though

I learned that from a very young age too

My dad dulled The first knife he gave me

A karambit with a butterfly handle

So I could fidget

Anxious kids will always need to fidget

So I fidgeted with my knives

Even though it was dulled I still felt powerful holding it,

Because the other kids said having your own knife is cool

It’s grown up

Don’t worry you can still kill someone with it if you need to though

My dad had said

I played with knives at a very young age

I saw the world at a very young age too

My world was a little bit dulled

But it could still kill someone

I have played with knives from a very young age

My dad had knives in his face from a very young age But not seeing them

Until he’s older

Made him gouge his own eyes out

His parents never showed him how to handle those knives

My parents tried not to do that to me

By letting me play with knives from a very young age

Because now years ago he had to tell my sister

That he would do anything for her

But he couldn’t quit

He’d do anything for her, but he couldn’t for himself He would make her a million eyes, but he couldn’t patch his own

I was at camp in 7th grade when he realized those two things were intertwined.

And he went away

Parents don’t realize that kids have played with knives from a very young age.

If they do realize they have played with knives they don’t understand how young they started, because I had played with knives before my dad gave me one on purpose

I had found them

If they do realize, when they gave them the knives, or look in hindsight and see when we found them, they don’t know how deep those knives cut.

Kids don’t realize that they got a lot of the same knives as their parents

Or that the parents dulled it for them as much as they could

But it’s not enough

It’s never enough

Especially when the parents accidently make new

Sharp, deadly knives

I have been playing with knives since a very young age, and those scars will stay forever.

And the knives will slowly get sharper

My earth is cracked

And I know a lot about earthquakes

And a lot about knives.

[bapouro]

If you have the time and if it’d be fun at all, can you talk about how going to school for art is/was? Like what was bad about it but what did it make you realize about why you create? What was originally incomprehensible that became digestible after being surrounded by it? I’m just curious because I really only got into art after college age.

Hi

ive finally handed in my final project ever last friday and after somewhat recovering i can now answer u. (ill put an aside here that before i started uni, i saw a lot of the online umming and awing about art school and it being a scam etc that made me nervous going into it. i dont really think it has been for me but keep in mind im doing this in the uk. i think if i was in the usa or somewhere where it was that expensive i think youd get just about as many benefits going to somewhere like a community college instead. its worth a bit of money but not a lot of money.)

i realised while turning over your questions in my head last week how much doing my degree (illustration undergrad) during covid lockdown, illustrated (haha) the point art school had for me. and the point being that after trying to stick it out for the first few terms during lockdown, i deferred, i didnt really see the point i had already spent my entire life making art in my bedroom online for free, without somebody telling me what to do. practically what that degree offered me was physical facilities and resources, but really what i wanted it for was that vague miasma of drive and something bigger than myself to physically 'prove' myself to. i was and still am very interested in that gap between the online environment i learnt art within that felt a world away from my 'real life', and coming to meet with that 'real life' was kind of my goal. i needed both to meet on a very basic level for my quality of life. and id say i succeeded. twice now somebody i was originally mutuals with online turned out to be in my class. i live with one of them now. and i feel some pride now looking back on how much i felt like i had to separate my 'school' art and my 'personal' art during secondary school and now theyre practically one and the same. in fact one piece of advice ive kept with me from the uni tutors here is they consistently wish the students wouldnt 'hold back' so much on the kind of work they make: one of my friends, the one i now live with, was doing a tasteful furry pinup statue for a project and one of the tutors essentially asked them why the statue was being so sexually subtle with it, for example.

so what was bad about it! man... thinking about it the same reason i gave for why i came back after lockdown could also point out how flippant the reasoning was. its still a lot of time and effort let alone money to be putting into something that you dont Need an institution for. and art and academia, as much as you might try, arent going to be as neatly married as maybe STEM and academia. not that there isnt a place for it. we need it in there. but basically your work still has to get 'graded' on things so they can prove themselves as an institution so they can still get money to run. i ''apreciated'' the deadline part, for what it was, because i was(/am) a serial put-er off-er and i knew i needed something big to try and train me out of it. but the actual mark scheme and trying to work off of it is never not going to be nebulous. what the hell does it mean to 'demonstrate my awareness of the changing landscape of contemporary illustration' graded between 0 - 100 via a 3d animation. ive done pretty well. sometimes id get top marks. a couple times i wouldnt even pass and id have to do it again. the only pattern i could really see between what got those marks for me and what didnt was effort? so take with that what you will.

yea that being said, what it helped me realise why i create... i am thankful my particular course at my particular uni is so into their experimentation / medium diversity. because it proved to me again that experimenting is something i love to do. i could keep doing it forever maybe. but that also made me realise after trying to do that project after project that its only one part of the enjoyment. i couldnt sink my teeth in as much as i wanted. part of why im glad to leave is im glad to try and focus on just a few things now. take a project at my pace... reeeally get way too into it. hopefully.

what was originally incomprehensible that became digestible after being surrounded by it? mm.. i think getting to see a lot of the behind the scenes and the people actually doing illustration as a job kind of softened my glare on some art styles / ways of working i dislike. not that i Like them now but that kind of flat illustrator thing.. for some people it really is more of a job than anything else. i think thats fine. theres all kinds of other art to enjoy outside of their 9-5. i just hope they like it too. but of course it does set a precedent for what clients expect/what you feel like you should be making..? oh also i did actually end up really enjoying the couple of art essays we needed to write. reading cultural/art/etc pdf essays was something i already liked to do like reading baudrillard and ellen dissanayake and things but it was great to actually get to apply it in writing. and i think it certainly became more digestible to realise that these kinds of writers and this kind of writing wasnt some hard to penerate academia i couldnt be a part of really but turned out to be writing about things that already applied to life, whether i went to uni or not. really the whole experience... for me i felt like it was just something i needed to do. if anything just to get away from my family and make my own life. im glad i did it. but really art is art no matter where you find it. uni gave me a push to go further, i could sit around and say i couldve done it without uni but i think we overestimate ourselves. i think i couldve but i bet it wouldve taken longer and i may have experimented less, challenged myself less. who knows. just dont ever let something like that put you off art, it will always find you again eventually. im glad you got into it too.

[salieri27]

we will always have each other (a GranKen fic)

Ken Rosa and George Grainte were at Kens house to try to brainstorm ides to convince Mr Granites boss Kat Kommander to let him stay on earth. so tell me about the history of your home planet' said Ken

"in the beginning there were two planets Kat Nebula and Etinarg they were always at war so when the first Kat Emperor had enough he decided to send some Etinarg people for missions this continued when the Kat Emperors son Kat Kommander took control and i was assigned to earth we Etinargions don't age, my assignment at first was to signal the invasion of the Katnipans i was sent to PS 38 as a social studies teacher but my cover was blown and was relocated to the school i currently work at, then along came the inventor of time travel Professor Time and he changed my original mission and only mine nobody else, after finding out that my people have the same name Mr Granite and that the planet earth had a huge problem with saving energy now my work here is complete i must blast off to Etinarg but i realized i came to like earth and you ken are my one true love' '"perhaps we can call your boss and convince him to let you stay here i really like you too' said Ken "we can try' said George as he dialed his boss

"meow meow meow' (what is it agent 30-A) said Kat Kommader

"commander i have completed my mission i can fax the new names for my people to you i have found true love' Said George 'EHHMEOWWW' (no get back here this instent ) said Kat Kommander

Then a face apperd on the screen next to Kat Kommander it was Profesor Time formaly Dr Hinze Doof

"Let agent 30-A stay if hes happy with this man" said Profesor Time

Kat Kommander looked like he was going to explod

"MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW" (what and risk the earthlings launcing an attack on us) said Kat Kommander

"Kommander, there are lots of other planets for you to invade, and as always ill stay out of your way I'm done with taking over stuff remember as a former evil scientist, i just assinge missions thats all, and agent 30-A can stay under two conditions, one that he can only say he's an alien to people he trusts, and two he must keep his alien agent identity a secret from the rest of the population we dont need an all out war, so you can stay agent 30-A and congrations on your wedding" said Professor time

George hung up and beamed at ken

"So the wedding is on" said Ken

The wedding IS on" Said George

Mr Granite has already anounced the news to his class now it was Mr Rosas turn

"Class i have big news im getting married" said Mr Rosa

"Spill the beans" said Nate

"I'm engaged to George Granite the third grade teacher at the elementary school but he's an alien agent from the planet Etinarg his boss allowed him to stay on earth it is really important to not reveal this classified information i just gave y'all otherwise a war would happen we don't need the government involved" said Mr Rosa

Our lips are seled" said the entier class

"Im happy you found someone Ken" said Nate

"Thanks Nate but dont call me Ken its Mr Rosa" said Mr Rosa

The bell rang and Mr Rosa sat behind his desk with a smile on his face

@busyasabbey

@barb-animation-fan18

[im-just-tired2024]

PSA: I know not everyone had a good home life growing up. This is about me and my life and feelings. I’m not wishing bad things on anyone else or wish they can go back to abusive situations. (Feel like this needs to be addressed first cause people seem to lack critical thinking skills or straight up ignore things that are very clearly not about them)

*Sorry if that sounded aggressive or rude but I feel like media literacy is dying

Anyway, wishing to be an adult quicker and daydreaming about being an adult was the stupidest thing I wanted. Like don’t get me wrong it’s nice to have freedom from my parents and family; parents can’t really tell me what to do (in a way but even when you’re grown ass adult and move out they still tell you what to do) like they could and did as a kid/teen and I have my own home and can decorate the whole place and not just my room how I want.

But like I just miss that innocent and youthful time of my life where I didn’t really have a whole lot of responsibilities outside of school and chores. My parents were always really cool and pretty much gave us a lot of leeway to do things. Like late curfews and we didn’t have to have a job in high school. The only thing we needed to focus on was good grades and doing chores. I.e generally speaking I could do most things I wanted to do except like smoking and drinking and partying all night type of stuff (but I wasn’t interested in that stuff anyway so I guess that point it moot)

I know high school isn’t the best years of your life and it was pretty good for me but not necessarily something I’d desperately want to relive. But I just wish I tried more in school and paid attention and actually put effort into things and got my head out of my ass. But I just fucked around and acted like a dumbass.

Even in my early 20’s I just made bad decisions and made changes and made certain choices that I didn’t have to and was just being stupid and now I’m paying for the consequences. I did good my first 3 years in college but acted like an ass cause I don’t know why.

I’m just so tired and exhausted from work and life and I’m just thinking about everything I did and I realized I took a lot of my childhood for granted and screwed around and acted like a dickhead when I should have been focusing on school. But I was ungrateful and daydreamed and fantasized about life instead of enjoying the moment and being grateful for the freedoms my parents gave me that other kids and teens my age didn’t have.

I really just want a break from life and have someone else take care of me for a little bit. Im just tired of all the crap from customers and my boss and my every day life. Even stuff around the world seems to be getting worse and worse every day. I know things were always bad all over the place. It’s just 10-15 years ago no one really talked about it but idk I just feel like things are worse??

Anyway this is a rant and I’m not looking for sympathy and I just needed to vent and get my thoughts out of my head. Without an irritated sigh from my little sister followed by “i know. Me too” or my parents telling me “I told you so”

I’m just tired of dead end jobs, exhausted with everything and everyone and I’m unhappy with my life and my choices right now. It’s whatever and I’m sure in 5 years I’ll be fine and in a better headspace and job. I hope….

[schizosupport]

Hai! Suspecting schizospec anon again! Tysm for snaswering my wquestion!!! It REALLY helped me out and gave ne a name for things ive experiencing for quite a while, like the close eye halluicinations.

Ive loojed into more specific schizospec symptoms. And while it took me a minute to understand, jve come to the realization ive probably have experienced ipseity disturbances in the past. Its still difficult to understand due to how clinical and Professinal Big Wordy everything is written but i have recalled occasionally feeling not real inside. Like i viewed myself as a floating, bodyless, lack of a proper face being and my face just being whatever icon ive had online at the time. I even caught myself wondering n wishing why i can just be like that instead of Real and There.

As for negative symptoms, still font get it. But i have came to the realization that i suck at talking (ppl not getting what im trying to say, no matter how hard i try to explain it which has lead to a lot of misunderstandings even as of right now) i always described myself as "lacking proper vocabulary" and ive been feeling n wondering for ages that im mentally regressing or deteioratimg in terms of communication and understanding. I remember even considering just picking up AAC in the past despitecme still being able to talk and the simplistic language made me happy and euphoric.

I am aldo undergoing a hard time in terms of personal hygiene and academics. I had to make myself a hygiene chart to make sure i can remember what ive done n what i havent and yet its beent a week abd i STILL havent printed it out. The concept of getting up to bring my laptop over to my printer, hook it up, print it out; and put my stuff back sounds tiring.

And as fir academics, this semester was rough. To give ypu an idea: me missing quizzes and teetering so close to due dates for things that im scrambling to do it is NOT normal for me. I am usually on top of everything and all of a sudden this semester its like all of that just disappeared n now im tired all the time trying to find the easy way out while keeping good grades. I need external simuli like tea or my meds or even freaking Brain Focus Gum to help motivate me n get me to focus, and this has lead to accidental abuse of my medication. Idk whats going on. Its all so sudden and i do worry for the future.

Sorry for the dump again youre like. The only guy actually helping me out n helping me understand this. Ofc this could partly just be me becoming more disabled and my autism flaring up more as i get older (ive heard abt something like that) but this also seems to tick some boxes, esp when psychosis is still a prominent thing for me.

Hey there! I apologize for taking a while to get back to you, I'm like on-off with my activity on this page.

How are you doing now?

Based on everything you've been saying it's also hard for me to say if your experience is best described as schizo spec or an exacerbation of existing issues.

I'm not an expert, but I know that autistic burnout as well as autistic regression is also a thing, and autistic people are overall more likely to experience psychotic symptoms than the general population. So while some of the things you describe are relatable to me as what I perceive in myself as negative symptoms, I think those can also be related to burnout. For example needing a lot of external pressure to do things and still falling behind.

The things you identify as possible ipseity disturbance could also be dissociation, specifically depersonalization, it might be helpful for you to look into resources for that as well. Dissociation can come along with many different disorders and experiences.

But while I can't tell you exactly what's up, nor do I think it matters what exact labels we put on it, it sounds like you're under a lot of pressure and your brain is shutting down in some capacity as a result.

Whether it's beginning psychosis, or autistic burnout, or just plain ole stress response, it's really important that you try to see if you can give yourself some type of a break. Is there any way to at least lessen the course load next semester? Stuff like that.

Because I really don't think this is the type of thing that's likely to be resolved by just pushing yourself harder and harder. It sounds like you need a bit of space to breathe and get back in touch with your brain.

I hope this answer finds you well!

[theuniverseawakens347]

We’re of age.. so it’s not child porn now 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽

AT NOAH DUMBASS DECORSI.. let’s get the aired OUT PERSONALLY .. me n Tristan ALREADY WHILPED YO ASS VERBALLY TOGETHER BUT YOU STILL WANA PLAY MICKEY.

1. Nigga we me n you met in 5th grade TCS, YOU FELL HARD, I was like “ooo a nigga at a white school I just came from the hood 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽”

2. Astro camp 5th grade YOU PRESSURED ME TO KISS YOU .. I ain’t even lean in my nigga.. and YOU COOPED A BUTT FEEL W/ O PERMISSION, rape 🤷🏽‍♀️

3. AINT SHIT HAPPEN WHEN WE GOT OUT THE POOL.. I Flirted w you cause you gave me attention AND WAS A BLACK BOY AT BASICALLY A WHITE SCHOOL AND I JUST CAME FROM 54th..

4. THIS WHEN YOU MET WHITE TRISTAN AND WAS TELLING HIM IN 5th GRADE ME N YOU SMASHING, LYING FUCKING ASS. AINT LOSE MINE TIL A WEEK BEFORE ALEXIS WALLACE WAS KILT.. 16 TO FUCK ASS DUMBASS JUSTIN INFWE

5. I MAN HANDLED RHE FUCK OUT YOUR ASS AFTER ASTRO CAMP CAUSE I REALIZED YOU WAS A PUNK BULLYING THE OTHER KIDS IE AT MALCOM MUHAMMAD ASKARI KID

6. YOU SHOWED MY ART JOURNAL WHERE I WROTE I WAS GOING TO FUCK MILADA UO FOR BULLYING ME DURING SOCCER AND HAVING HER DAD YELL AT ME.. LEE ASKED YOU TO SNITCH TO THE PRINCIPAL OLIVIA PAUL SINGER MOTHER.. TURNS OUT SON BRYANT IS MY BROTHER ..

6. YOU HAD KINDERGARTENS SING “I found you miss new booty” to me AND ALWAYS HARASSED ME TO FUCK HANG KISS OR JUST BE W YOU.. weirdo SUSAN TRYING FOR AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE OFF OF EITHER YOU SAM OR CJ OSARIO PLANNED BY LEE GARLINGTON

7. WE DRIFTED AFTER 6th grade cause TCS went had not started 7th yet .. and I went to IMMAC.. SHERE TOU MET LAURN REESE AND SHE LIKES ANYTHING IM INTERESTED IN AT LEE GARLINGTON REQUEST OF OWNING SLAVES OFF YOU “ILLUMINATI” PARENTS

7. MIDDLE SCHOOL TO ABOUT SOPHOMORE YR HIGH SCHOOL WE AINT REALLY TALK.. liked some photos here n there hit a few “hi how you doing” THATS IT .. i “missed” you simply bc I WENT TO A MOSTLY WHITE ALL GIRL SCHOOL.. IM A FUCKING TOMBOY, I ISED TO FIGHT YOU AND SAM EVERYDAY ON THE SCHOOL YARD .. but and idc for the energy of STUCK UP “I THINK IM BETTER THAN BC IM SHALLOW AS FUCK girls” Lee had me around ..

8. 16 I made a tumblr.. YOU WERE DATING SOME Polynesian BITCH WHO DIDNT LIKE THAT YOU WERE SO CLEARLY OBSESSED W ME .. SHE HAD YOU BLOCK ME NUMEROUS TIMES BUT TOUD UNBLOCK WHEN YOU SEEN I POSTED PHOTOS OF ME TO MY TUMBLR .. AR HOW MY HALF SHAVED HEAD AND SUPERMAN UNDIES GOT ON YOUR NASTY LIL BOY SIGHT AT CHRISTOPHER FUCKING WEIRDO TOO WHO I SENT PICS TO JUNIOR SUMMER WHILE FLINGING IT ..

9. YALL FUCKING WEIRD PERVERTS FOR SOME MONEY.. and doing this shit WILLINGLY AS KIDS AND CONTINUING IT TO DRUGGING MOFOS AND RAPING ..

10. YOU HIT ONE FUCKING TIME MY NIGGA AND THATS CAUSE WALKER WASNT AVAILABLE TO HIT OUR YEARLY SMASH AND CATCH UP SINCE 2014.. you hit 2018 last week I had my Chevy Cruze LIKE I SAID PICKED U UP FUCKED YOU AND DROPPED YO ASS OFF. .. YOU CAME TO CSUN WHILE I ATTENDED EXPECTING TO CATCH UP ON MY END CAUSS I WAS HEAVILY INVOLVED WITH PUNK ASS IAN AND HIS “free Mason” BULLSHIT I AINT FUCK YOU.. YOU WANTED AND TRIED AND I SAID MY NIGGA WOULD KILL YOU AND YOU STILL CAME BACK A SECOND TIME AND SNUCK A FUCKING KISS IN .. rape , THEN LIED ABOUT MY HUSBAD TRISTAN GETTING JUMPED AND YOU SAVING HIM.. and then TRIED TO FUCK ME N THE CAR.. I SAID NO GLOVE NO LOVE ( Ian and I OFFICIALLY DONE) TOOK ME BACK TO CAMPUS AINT SHIT HAPPEN.. ian and I wasn’t together for him to ask me about you.. NIGHA WAS HOPPING AROUND W GOLDEN tracc star and “twin” ON THAT NASTY SIGHT.. and ALISSA DUMBASS FUCK ANYTHING MORRIS AND TLO3sum head ass with “twin” NICOLE mole on lip..

11. YOU STEADY OVER THE YEARS TOOK PHOTOS OFF MY TUMBLR AND PUT LASSED THEM AROUND SAYING INWAS UR MAIN SIDE PIECE BOO THANG, LYING LITTLE DICK NIGGA .. you can eat the box but that’s bout it’s PENCIL DICK HEADASS BITCH.

12. YOU BROUGHT ME MY NIGGA TRISTAN Jan/ Feb 2017 .. I was looking for a dealer and YOU TOLD HIM I WAS LOOKING FOR A HOOKUP / BOO.. no friend wasn’t on that Type of time, yet ( cut to fuck ass Daniel Gonzales FROM CSUN.. talking like March - JUN then dating ..while he hoing ThANKS TO LEE GARLINGTON WEIRDO SEXXX RING AT VIVICCA WHITSET )

13. 2019 I SMOKED W YOU ONCE WHEN YOU WAS BACK FROM HAWIAII.. LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE UR BLACK CAT ..AINT AHIT HAPPEN AND TOLD YOU I HAD A NIGGA.. FUCK ASS DUMBASS JAMAL RON HENDERSON.. end of July 2020 YOU WANTED TO HANG AND I WANTED TO BANG.. TOU BROUGHT MY NIGGA TRISTAN TO DEAL AND OFF AOGHT WE FELL IN LOVE AND I AINT NEVA BUT I DEFINITELY DID RIGHT THERE SWITCH TF UP .. BOTH YAL NIGGAS FELT IT AND LOWKEY TALKED ABOUT IT AS I WALKED BACK TO THE CAR W MY SISTER 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽 ME YOU AND NEITHER HARRELL BROTHER HAD A FUCKING 3sum TOGETHER.. NIGGA YOU GAY AND FUCKED JARED AND JASON ON YOUR LIL BOYZ TRIP.. DRUG AND RAPE OF JARED H 🖕🏽🙂

14. THE SATURDAY NIGHT YOU CAME THRU TO SMOKE W ME N MY SISTER NIGGA YOU WAS DRUNK AND HIGH AS FUCK .. GOT TO A CHECKPOINT SAID YOU FUCKED THE OFFICERS DAUGHTER AND THEN.. we went to smoke.. KNEW YO ASS WAS GOING TO TRY SOME FUCK SHIT SO I LEFT MY SISTER IN MY CAR AND WE WENT TO URS TALKIN BOUT SOME “get in the back seat” I SAID NO. You tell me I’m not gon do nothing just smoke “I’m like okay” .. nigga smoke session over I’m talking bout some “what’s up w TRISTAN” and you try and pin me to eat the box 🤯 RAPIST . SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN REAL QUICK AND HIT TRISTAN OVED DM REAL QUICK IN FRONT OF YOU .. then that Monday, INSEPARABLE.. BUT YO FUCK ASS PER SUSAN AND THRU LEE VIVICCA WAS ASKED TO KEEP TRISTAN AWAY FROM ME “distracted w bitches” SO TOU DRUGGED HIM AND PUT HIM AROUND QUESTIONABLE PPL.. ie GAY JASON CAN ATTEST AT DUMBASS DAISY FLOREZ TOO THINKING “they dated” RAPE. .. but niggas just pillow talked ABOUT YOU BEING GAY AND FUCKING JASON AND CREW IN MILAN AND TALKING BOUT WEIRD SHIT TO TRISTAN AND JUSTICE OVER FT MAKING IT KNOWN YOU N JASON CREW FUCKED ..

15. ME N TRISTAN PRESSED YOU ABOUT BEING A FUCKTARD AND LYING ON MY NAME AND EVENTUALLY TRISTAN OUT HANDS ON YOU FOR REALLY DRUGGING HIM AND FUCKING US UP BC THIS LITTLE P DIDDY SEX RING YOUR APART OF THRU UR MODELING AGENCY .. BUT LIKE YOU SAT THERE AND LIKE A BITCH DENIED EVERYTHING SO THEN TURNED TO REVENGE PORN AND FUCKED DAISY TO GET BACK AT TRISTAN.. who doesn’t even care about the bitch, SHE A DEATH PET LIKE YOU TO ME N MY BIRTH FAMILY AND HIS FAMILY 🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️🙂

Also Daisy.. HOW WAS THE CHLAMYDIA TURNED GONORRHEAONORREA FROM GAY BOY NOAH GOVEN MY JASON AND BUTT SEX FRANCE CREW 🙂 .. DAISY FATASS FUCKED JUSTICE ( forced rape) THOUGHT IT WAS MY COOCHIE COMING THRU WHEN HE BROKE THE COUCH .. so Daisy, FEDERAL. AND NOAH.

NOAH YOU AINT NEVER FUCKED TRISTAN BUT YOU DEFINITELY DID JERK IT A FEE TIMES TO HIM AND TRY TO WATCH ME N HIM 🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️

DAISY YA RIDDE W STDS MY NIGGA AINT STICCIN HIS DICK IN THAT .. did a lil trance 1 2 AND RETURNED UR POISONED BACK TO YOU.. #MAGIC and for THE RECORD NOAH ONCE I GOT BACK FROM CLARITY I WAS FUCKING TRISTAN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY AT YOUR CALABASHES SPOT WHILE HE WAS LYING ABOUT IT BEING DAISY.

[winstonsns]

Separate please!!

The gang reacting to the youngest of them,reader probably 12, who's usually tough and never crying or showing tons of emotion besides energetic choas, hiding alone and sobbing? Like full on sobbing tears and snotty.

the gang finds child!reader crying (request)

authors note: this preference is strictly platonic, so absolutely no romance between reader and the gang. i’ll work on another request later today! anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you for sending this ask! 💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, fighting, lying, stealing, smoking, talks of depression and suicide, death

PONYBOY CURTIS

when pony was in eighth grade and you were in fifth, the two of you went to the same school

he always knew you were smart, like him, but made irrational and stupid decisions

sometimes you rushed through things, you were stubborn and hardly showed emotion to anyone

the two of you started hanging out, and he invited you to be with the gang when you became older, in sixth grade

you were known to get good grades, no one knew how you did it and everyone suspected you were cheating

you were. you stole, lied, smoked, dated, fought, etc

pony knew this, him and his brothers would always manage to get you out of trouble since you were young and didn’t have good parental figures

until you got into a fight with a soc in your class, who bullied you relentlessly

you broke her femur and the police were called, and you weirdly enough and unreasonably were let go

you walked to pony’s house since you stayed there, you knew your parents didn’t give a shit about whether you were with them or not

pony and his brothers greeted you, you gave them a quiet “hello” and walked to the bathroom

they realized something must’ve been wrong since you were normally energetic, but you were quiet

as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, you started bawling

you wondered why you hurt that girl, why you did all the bad things you did, how you were sorry, and how all you wanted was for someone to care for you enough to discipline you

pony heard your cries and knocked on the door, asking “hey, y/n..? i know you’re probably not doing the best right now but can we talk? i think you really should—”

you opened the door, just for pony to see your face red and your shaking body, struggling to make eye contact

he slightly crouched down to your level, saying “hey.. how about we go to my room so we get privacy and maybe we can talk about what’s happening? okay?”

you nodded and walked with him to his room, closing the door behind you

you sat on his bed and he sat next to you, he asked you what’s going on since you never cry and always seem fine

you answered with, “i-i don’t know what’s wrong with me and why i’m so fucked up.. i’ve done terrible things and i don’t know why im just realizing it now— i broke that girls damn arm, that’s too far. she-she hardly even did anything..” and pony listened the whole time

he told you “you’re not a bad person for doing those things, and everyone makes mistakes, it’s fine. you’re a kid, still learning, hell, i’m still learning. you can’t take back what you did, but you can always do better in the future..” he hugged you but you were still crying

he soothingly rubbed your back and grabbed your favorite book, that he bought so he could read to you

you lay down on his bed, still sniffling and zoned out

he lay on the bed and started reading to you

he saw your eyes fluttering and closing, causing you to fall asleep

he then realized you were going through much more than anyone knew, more than anyone should go through, especially at your age

he looked at you, fast asleep with tear marks on your cheeks

JOHNNY CADE

he knew you as the young one in the gang, who was undoubtedly the most reckless one

you fought, smoked, drank, etc

you were loud, could sometimes get annoying, and the most stubborn person he has ever met

and one day your fighting went too far, to the point of being hospitalized

some random kid started swinging at you, so you swung back and one of his friends fucking shot you

a car passed by and took you in, driving you to the nearest hospital

after the surgery, you no longer had a bullet in your chest, which was dangerously near your heart

you were lucky to survive, but you didn’t think that

the gang came to visit you, johnny was the first one

he came into your room, hearing sniffles and gasps of air, you were having a panic attack

he didn’t even know you had those, so he walked in and calmed you down

talking to you softly and comforting words helped you ground yourself

but you were still sniffling, tears still streaming down your face, saying, “i always wanted to die, johnny. i didn’t wanna live anymore, there was no point, why do i have hope now?”

johnny knew how you felt, but didn’t say it

he knew deep down that you would be able to deal with it, and tomorrow you would act like nothing had happened

but he just sat down on your bed, and you talked to each other about the others problems

he said people would mourn your death, and you’re too young to leave

you understood and said you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so he went to the store and got you some candy and a get better card

SODAPOP CURTIS

since you were always an energetic child, people never thought you had any problems

you were sitting on a bench once, near the lot

you hoped no one would see you, you were out in the open since you didn’t know where to go

none of the curtis brothers were home and your parents didn’t care enough to let you in the house

you didn’t know why you were crying, you just were and you didn’t have a reason for it

you just couldn’t identify why you were feeling how you were feeling

staring at the grass, you mumbled “stop crying,” put your head in your hands, and again, mumbled, “stop crying..”

your leg was bouncing since you were anxious, didn’t want anyone to notice you were crying

soda was walking home since he decided not to drive to work today, then he saw you on the bench with your head in your hands

“y/n?” he asked you, you looked up and he asked what you were doing there

sitting on the bench next to you, he asked if you were okay, and you broke down even more

“i just don’t know what’s wrong with me. i always act like everything’s fine and that i don’t feel things but i really do. i’m sensitive and i care but i act like i don’t— i feel so terrible but i don’t know why, and… i don’t know…”

soda listened the whole time, and he knew how you felt, but tried to comfort you

you kept sniffling and whimpering, could hardly breathe and didn’t look at him in the eyes

he gave you advice, telling you it’s okay to not know why you’re upset, and you might be extra sensitive since you didn’t know why

you agreed with him, and it was silent

he asked if you wanted to walk home with him so you could stay the night, and you said yes

as the two of you were walking to his house, he patted you on the back and said, “you’re a damn good kid. and you might not believe it, but you have a good heart.”

you appreciated what he said, so you looked up and smiled at him

DARRY CURTIS

he knew you would get in trouble a lot, you were always energetic and chaotic

one day he got called into the police station, saying you were gonna have to stay there until someone picks you up, so you gave them darry’s number

you were in your own cell since you were a child, but an officer was near to keep you safe

darry drove over to the police station, you were put into a room with a table in the middle, like a questioning room

your hands weren’t cuffed to the table, the officers wanted you to have a free range so you can feel safe

when he arrived, the officers brought him into the room, where you had your head in your hands, red face, sniffling, and tear marks on your face

he sat down across from you, however you didn’t say a word to him

you kept looking down at the table and your sniffling continued

“i know you’re going through a lot right now, but you can’t go around stealing shit from people. i’m close to being done with your attitude, and you need to act more mature. i’m being hard on you because i care, and i know you may not see that.” he said

you listened, apologized quietly and nodded your head

the police officer in the room said to go home and to not get in any more trouble

the car ride home was awkward, you were still sniffling but stopped crying

when he drove you to his house, since you stayed there sometimes, and when the two of you got out of the car and walked into the house, no words were exchanged

but he wrapped his arms around you into an embrace, and patted your back, motioning you to go to the room you slept in

DALLAS WINSTON

dally knew you and saw you kind of as himself

so he protected you as well as he could, he knew he needed someone to act as a parental figure when he was younger

he acted like he didn’t give a shit about you, but he cared about you the a lot

he knew you were tough but he also knew he was going through shit at your age, so you probably were too

and when he saw you in his room, above bucks bar, crying and snot dripping down your fucking face, you trying to wipe it off with tissues, he knew something bad must’ve happened

he rushed over to you, you were on his bed, and he asked you why you were there and what happened

you could tell there was genuine concern in his eyes, he went down to eye level so you could really see him

you told him “i get so angry all the time and it’s making me feel like a bad person. i don’t know why im just realizing now, this is why no one wants to be around me, i always ruin every relationship i make—“

he interrupted you and said, “hey, hey, you’re not a bad person.. it’s fine to get angry sometimes, it’s just an emotion, everyone gets angry sometimes, but you need to be careful since you could get in trouble while doing those so-called bad things.”

he kept eye contact with you the whole time, trying to make sure you understood

after you were quiet for a bit and stopped crying, he asked you, “you wanna go to dairy queen..? huh?” and smiled, patted your knee

you looked up at him slightly and smiled back, nodding

the two of you walked out to buck’s car, and he drove you to dairy queen

he got you whatever you wanted :)

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you and two-bit were walking down the street, just taking shit from people while having a conversation with each other

and while you were trying to to take a wallet out of someone’s purse

she caught you and grabbed your wrist, her daughter staring at you

the mother started screaming at you, “you brat! why the hell do you think you’re entitled to my money, huh? are you that desperate, you dumb—“ all while her daughter was looking at her mother in fear

two-bit talked to her calmly but somewhat angrily, “you don’t know shit. first off, you’re not making a good example for your daughter. and second, you don’t yell at a fucking kid. you still have your wallet and your damn life, which you’re lucky to still have. this kid doesn’t know fucking know any better..”

he looked back to see you storming away, speed walking on the streets

he ran from the mother and daughter to catch up to you, seeing you wiping your eyes since you were crying

he told you not to listen to the mother, she didn’t know anything and you were in some ways more mature than an adult like her

you didn’t respond, so he told jokes

most of it was pointing out socs on the streets that looked like crap or were doing weird things

you giggled at some of them, to the point where your eyes were still red and you were sniffling, but you were feeling better

STEVE RANDLE

steve didn’t always have it the best at home, and neither did you

the two of you bonded over it, talking about funny or sad or weird experiences that happened in your homes

and one day you were talking a lot, as you always did since you were talkative and energetic

your mother had yelled at you, with hate and anger towards you, just for being yourself

calling you useless and annoying, talking about how pathetic and stupid, how selfish you were, etc

you didn’t talk back since it wouldn’t change her mind, it wouldn’t take back what she said

you stared at her with no emotion ,then walked out like nothing happened

you were walking to the DX since it was near the time steve would get off

halfway to the store, your lip started trembling and your throat tightened up

so you bawled for around 10 minutes, and still bawling when you arrived at the DX

steve was walking towards you and waved, you didn’t wave back but he knew you noticed him

he sped up towards you once he saw you were crying, so he asked you what was wrong, the two of you started walking back to the curtis house

you told him about your mother, how you suddenly started to feel bad about living and being how you naturally were

you wanted to change but didn’t know how

he didn’t know how to comfort you since he never was comforted by anyone in his life

he only knew to tell you that you weren’t a fuck up, and you’re the best just the way you were

you gave a weak smile to him, occasionally starting small talk at certain points on the sidewalk

authors note: sorry i didn’t post on friday! i was occupied the last few days with school and after school activities 🎀

[randomdailylife999]

Sometimes I still think about the first guy I ever liked. You know the one that gives you butterflies in your stomach, the one that runs around in your mind nonstop, the one that you think you’ll have a future with. I’ll never forget about him I think.

I think we were both too young, maybe he was the right person but the timing was so bad. We both didn’t know what we wanted out of life, and you honestly can’t blame anyone at that age for it. Everyone is constantly changing.

But he sucked lol. He would hide his secret meetings with his “friend” from me. Some reminders to myself on what happened;

- I liked him early on in high school we had group projects and some classes together but then I kinda forgot about him until grade 12 and then I had this massive crush on him

- his entire friend group knew we liked each other, bruh i fucking kissed him on the cheek one night when we were hanging out with his friend group and I pulled him to the side

- moving onto uni, he gave me a t shirt from when he went overseas for a competition

- I ended class early on Thurs/fri and he had a large gap in between classes so I was like okay I can just wait for u and we can hang out and stuff I don’t have to go home right after class

- but instead he was meeting a friend and he said they just came to Toronto so he was going to meet them, he made it sound like it his friend just landed in Toronto from an airplane flight and I thought this person was a dude

- he initially said yea let’s hang out and then the day is here and I try to text him over and over and nothing, and then when I finally reach him he’s like yea I’m still here, I’m waiting for my friend. He just forgot he agreed that we were meeting up!

- I was furious

- this happened for basically the whole semester and I was stupid enough to not realize

- I later found out that this friend was a girl who went to York and she wasn’t even in the same program as him, like I rlly thought this friend was helping him study or something

- I think she’s a lesbian lol but that’s besides the point! Why call them just a friend, suspicious behaviour

- I remember he only told me who his friend was when I asked and I was heartbroken, devastated

- I remember not being able to go practice early Wednesday morning cuz I was just crying all night Tuesday night so I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed early next morning

- I remember holding back tears on the train. I was close my eyes so hard so try not to cry on the way to and from school

- second semester comes around and I ask for his schedule to see if we have time to hang out, he sends it but never asks for mine, bruh at this point I should have given up

- I saw one of his friends second semester who recognized me as we walked by each other but at that point I already stopped talking to him

- I find out he transferred schools to York and now studies kindergarten and he never bothered to tell me, if we were rlly friends, he would have told me??? But ig we weren’t close enough for that

- I remember crying myself to sleep for months

- so we basically don’t talk for a very very long time, I’m going through my closet and I realize I still have his stupid shirt he gave me and I’m like I don’t want it anymore but how do I give it back to him?

- I contact one of our mutuals, his friend first and I explain the situation a bit and we meet in person and I explain it more and I give our mutual the shirt to give back to him

- then my ex crush texts me and wants to meet up for bbt to talk and i was like “unfortunately im busy” or “im busy unfortunately”, that’s legit one of the last things he said to me before he ghosted me

- (I asked him if he was still down to go somewhere I can’t remember, and he said that, and then I told him, okay just let me know when ur free, and he never got back to me in 6 months, yea he could have forgotten to text me back but like yea no lol)

- I had told our mutual that I was willing to talk to him but by the time he reached out to me I was soooo over it, like I thought about it a little bit more and I was like, you’re only texting me because our mutual friend talked to u about it. You don’t even know what u did, someone had to tell u what happened in order for u to reach out to me, that doesn’t sit well with me

- he removed me from his discord friend list and removed me from the group chat he added me to with his friends

- he’s the reason why prom sucked

- hes one of the reasons i didnt rlly like hs all that much

- he’s the last person I ever felt that strongly about, everyone I’ve liked afterwards has never made me feel that way

- I’m afraid to say it but I can’t rlly love like that anymore, the love I feel now it’s as crazy as before ( like I’ve lost my mind lol), it’s a more mature, head over heart kind of love

- he has a masters now I think while I don’t so I want to get one, I can never let someone like that be better than me. I have to be more successful than him

- if he ever sees this, “fuck u”

[catlover-multifandom]

okay will do! just as a foreword, this happened back in late November/early December and my notes were pretty barren at that point due to the semester ending soon so what I say may not be exactly what I said, but I’m scraping my brain to remember it!

There’s this one section of my notes that has a nice unusually big wall of text and reading that confirms that was the week the discussion happened (I get passionate when it comes to things I like)

So I guess I’ll list the things from the class discussion, and then my own notes that got me thinking about hoho will be in parentheses.

Ismael and the ethical importance of death: he thinks it’s common to view death as a mistake and deny it, view it as a tragedy basically.

The alternative view of death: how death gives meaning to our lives. basically a really good meal vs a never ending meal, would you pick the finite limited meal or the infinite meal? (basically father and hoho. father didn’t care about what it took to reach immortality, he would kill the entire planet for it, basically the never ending dinner. hoho wanted to just have a satisfying life and saw immortality as a curse, just wanted something to give his life meaning and appreciate it, basically the really good single serving meal. they both view death differently, father sees it as a mistake and imperfection to be fixed, hoho sees it as a natural process and just wants his to be one he considers worth living with his family. ugh im getting emotional already. the grave scene is coming into mind… STOP IT MIND!) there was also the search for truth in my notes that the professor wrote on the board. SEARCH FOR TRUTH. (search for truth. that’s pretty blatant. father wanted to become god and that’s how he searched for the truth. literally gathered sacrifices so he could eat god and pursue the truth of the universe. and his gate was still empty. amateur. hoho found some truth in his life by living life and ed literally beat truth by realizing his friends and family gave his life meaning and no knowledge from the truth would tell him that. take that father.)

Nagel and absurdity. We are insignificant compared to the scale of the universe, but the scale of the universe isn’t the cause of absurdity, because if we weren’t small it would be more absurd. (it’s giving very much the whole “one is all, all is one” vibes…) ultimately humans will die, we are born and have no control over it, we can have some control over our death and how we die, but ultimately everyone dies so it doesn’t matter. Despite this humans still search for meaning in their lives, creating a chain of justification for why you are doing what you are doing such as grades get a degree, degrees get a job, job gets money, etc, and eventually the chain will end with something about living a fulfilling and meaningful life. (literally hohenheim. he couldn’t control his immortality so he was searching for a way to make sure his death was on his own terms, aka a natural one with his family [this poor man], and he justified what he did in his life to make life meaningful! he wanted to stop father, stopping father will lead to him freeing the souls of xerxes, freeing the souls will free him from immortality, no more immortality will let him age and grow old as a human.)

If given a philosopher’s stone, would you use it? Or would you leave it alone? (he really brought up the philosopher’s stone and told us basically what it was, a perfect substance that alchemists believed could make you immortal and transmute ordinary metals to precious ones like lead to gold, blah blah blah I’m sure you know what it is if you’re reading this. now this is where I stopped writing in my notes other than this one sentence here: “it’s the finiteness of life that gives its meaning, because if you’re immortal you will lose all your connections to the world eventually and can you even say you’re human still if you lose all those human connections?” class ended there and I dashed over to my TA to discuss.)

okay so basically after that I asked him if he ever heard of FMA. he said yes and said that many students recommended it to him to read in the past. I basically told him there’s a protagonist and stuff but that the dad is what I wanted to discuss. basically he’s called the philosopher of the west in universe, he’s a living philosopher’s stone and how the question about the philosopher’s stone was very much a present theme in the story and that despite him being immortal he hated it and wanted to be mortal because everyone wants something and anyone who becomes immortal will want to experience something a mortal person does. this man was immortal for 400+ years and called himself a monster because he lost what made him human and all his connections, he basically was the epitome of the whole finite vs infinite meal in that he wanted the finite meal over the infinite meal because the infinite wouldn’t taste as good over time if it’s all you eat. he wanted to finite meal so he could savor and enjoy it. I also said a lot of what I said above in the parentheses… then reiterated the recommendations he got to read the manga and that hohenheim is literally the epitome of this philosophy class.

okay I think that’s it!! now that I’m done I remember that I still have my papers and could probably dig some of what I wrote out to explain more if needed!

Hohenheim is a shit dad but GOD i love him he’s like a pathetic miserable wet cat i just want to hug him like look at the man he cried in a family photo. He was scared of touching his own kids because he thought he’d ruin them. I love that man so much. HE DISAPPEARED FOR TEN YEARS AND WHEN HE GOT HOME AND HIS HOUSE WAS GONE HE SAID “pinako i seem to have lost my house??” He actually makes me so sad i want to cry i wish he didn’t have to leave so that he could just have been happy with his family LIKE LOOK AT HIM CRYING IN THE FAMILY PHOTO HE’S SO HAPPY TO HAVE A FAMILY I’M GENUINELY TEARING UP OVER THIS