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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago

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TLDR; too long, didn't read

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: Fluffy, minor angst

Word Count: 10K

Summary: you're dyslexic and it runs your entire life. peter's just trying to help, but sometimes it's a bit too much.

this was requested, thank you, thank you.

“Here, read this and tell me what you think.”

You let out a breathy sigh, like you’ve been here, done that, and heard that a million times before. Actually, it's because you have. And not just by Peter, everyone in your life. Teachers, parents, even friends that just tried their best to help. It just never worked.

It never, ever clicked in your brain.

“Peter, we’ve been over this. I can’t read.”

Peter rolls his eyes, “Chill with the dramatics, you can read. I know you can read, did it last night for me.”

He’s right. The last few weeks since you’ve been extra struggling in English Lit he’s asked you to read to him every night, over the phone or in person.

You hate it.

Not reading to Peter, it’s just embarrassing for you. The pauses in sentences you have to take to clearly read the line, or the stuttering, or worse when Peter can guess what word you’re trying to say so he says the word slowly and calmly almost as if he’s sounding it out for you.

You know he does it with nothing but love, but sometimes you just feel dumb and ashamed, and it’s nothing you can solve.

“No, like, I really can’t read at all.”

Peter pokes at your arm with a pencil, “You just need a little extra time, it’s no big deal. You even crushed our short story last week, you only slipped up on three words!”

Your brain is fighting against you because you have visual dyslexia. Meaning that letters jumbled around in your brain and on the page. You’ve struggled since you were a kid, it’s gotten easier through the years. Lots of intervention, reading and writing has helped you slow down and sound out the words softly and slowly until you know it’s right.

“If I ask you something will you be totally honest?”

Peter is a fucking genius, it makes you distressed when he helps you with this. He is solving grad school equations and helping you sound out kindergarten words for fun, it doesn’t make sense.

“I don’t like the way that sounds so I’m withholding until I hear it.” He taps his chin with his pencil eraser.

You don’t know why you haven’t asked yet.

“Why are you dating me?”

Record scratch, Peter looks offended.

“Huh?” The pencil is slack in his grasp.

You backtrack a little, you know why he’s dating you but you don’t understand it. You can’t help but feel inferior to him booksmart wise.

“Well, I mean, you know.” You wince and shug with one arm, you divert your eyes to the page and start to slowly read out to him.

“Jill went over to George’s for tea and cakes, when the doorbell-”

Peter cut you off with his hand on your shoulder, you peered at him from the side.

“No, I don’t know. I’d like you to explain that question to me, please.” Where the hell was this coming from?

You huff and push the book away, “You’re smart and I’m not. Do you ever think to yourself, ‘God, I wish I had known she was an idiot before I tapped that’? It’s not your fault but I feel so below you and I can’t ever be you so like, what’s the fucking point.”

Peter doesn’t know where to begin.

You’re not an idiot, you’re not below him and he’s so glad you’re not him. He also doesn’t like that ‘tapped it’ comment.

“Is that how you always feel?” Has he done a bad job of lifting you up?

You shrug, then nod.

“Jesus, Y/N.”

“I’m dating you because you’re lovely, you’re funny and despite what you believe, smart. You crush vocab like no other cause even if you get tripped up by the words you always know what they mean. You’re a knowledge god in history and the best chemistry lab partner, I have never thought you were dumb, ever.”

You roll your eyes, it’s his job to tell you that you’re smart, it’s in the boyfriend duties journal.

“I’m sure if you knew I was dyslexic before we started to date you wouldn't have.”

Pause, Peter did know. You didn’t know he knew, he’s kept that from you. He didn’t want it to seem like he dated you out of pity or because he knew you needed extra help. He dated you because he was absolutely in love with you and needing a little extra reading comprehension skills wouldn’t ruin that.

“I did know.”

You raise your hand as he’s proven your point, “Exactly! I always knew-”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “Did you just say you knew?”

Peter nods with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“Wait, I’m being serious right now, Peter. You knew I was dyslexic?”

He breathes in deeply, “Well, I mean, I had an idea. I knew you had trouble reading sometimes and when you started leaving class during tests I knew.”

You poke your cheek with your tongue, “Interesting.”

“I only knew because I knew a kid named Ben in elementary who was dyslexic, and he would go to a different room during tests and they would ask him the questions out loud so he could understand it a bit better.”

“And you never said anything?”

“Because it didn’t matter to me, baby. I love you no matter what, this isn’t a big deal at all, really.”

And there it is, that’s the fallback line for him.

‘It doesn't matter, it isn’t a big deal.’

Except it was, and it really did fucking matter to you. Peter would never understand it unless he dealt with it, and he didn’t. And it’s not his fault at all, cause you know if the situation was flipped you would most likely say the same things. But this is a real disability you struggle with everyday all the time, it’s not like you had a problem with math that could be avoided until you had to do it again.

This was every text, every written page, every passage you read. Every street sign, absolutely everywhere you looked, it followed.

It controlled your life, and he would never understand that.

“It doesn’t matter to you, you mean.” You correct his wording, he doesn’t get it.

“Of course it doesn’t matter to me, you’re my genius girl, no matter what.” He winks then points at the page again, “Okay, so Jill and George?”

You felt defeated inside, what was the point of trying anymore? It would stick and stay no matter what and no matter how hard you tried to keep it under wraps, everyone would know.

—------------

“Alright, hot stuff. I got this book at the library and I think we should read it together. I heard it was good from Tiktok.”

You took the book from Peter’s hand and turned it over, the words jumbled immediately and you recoiled inside from the size of the book alone. It was massive, it would take you weeks if not months to read it through.

“Yeah, about that,” You trail, Peter sets his bag down and sits on your bed with a pillow in his lap.

“About what?” He pats the pillow, he’s calling for your head to rest there.

“The reading thing, I was thinking, do you think we could take turns?” You bit your lip and leaned back, his fingers tracing in your hair.

“Take turns what, reading?”

You nod, you also feel where you made a knot in the back of your hair from rubbing the fabric.

“Yeah, it would be like the sisterhood of the traveling book. I would read and then you would, it doesn’t have to be chapter by chapter but then it’s even.”

Peter untangles some knots gently, “We could, but I really love hearing you read to me.”

“Yeah, but you never read to me, and I love your voice.”

Peter laughs airily, “Yeah, but I don’t-”

He stopped, he caught himself.

Not good enough, you know what he meant.

You tilt your chin up to look at his face upside down, you narrow your eyes.

“Go on, say it.”

He shakes his head.

“No, really, Peter. I want you to say it.”

“It’s nothing, baby.”

You push yourself up and face him, you huff.

“I’m serious, I want you to say it to my face, right now.” You feel your face get warm, you were right when you brought this up last week, he does think you’re stupid.

Peter breathes out hard through his mouth, he knows he’s fucked up, and this was going to brew into a fight no matter how hard he tried to settle it right now. If he ignored you he would make it worse.

“Yeah, but I don’t need help like you do.”

You wince and hiss in through your teeth.

“Ouch. That hurt.”

You sit back in silence and pick up the book he brought over, you look it over once more. Even reading slowly things still got a little jumbled, you felt like you were out of place.

“Baby, look at me.”

You shake your head, “It’s okay, Peter.”

He grabs your arm, “No it’s not.”

You shake him off, “No, really. It’s okay.”

He sighs, “I didn’t-”

You cut him off, “You didn’t mean it like that, and you don’t think I’m dumb and I’m amazing and talented elsewhere, and needing extra reading time is fine and normal and you were just talking without thinking and you didn’t mean it.”

Peter gave you a small smile, “I feel like it would be better coming from my mouth, since I’m the one that said it, but yeah, you hit the nail on the head.”

You give the same smile back and pretend it’s fine.

But it’s not fine, it’s actually so far from fine you cried yourself to sleep. You cried all night looking at the numbered book spine from the library copy your boyfriend brought to you, the same book spine that let you know Peter did notice how slow and difficult things were. You started at the title until it was burned into your mind, everytime you blinked it was etched into the backs of your eyelids.

You stared at the book and cried and cried and cried until you decided you hated the book. You hated it so much you wanted to rip out its pages one by one until it ceased to exist. You wanted to flush it down the toilet and you wanted to drop it in a bucket of wet paint, you wanted it to be used as first pitch at the start of the baseball season, you wanted it to be banned from every corner of the world, you wanted Peter to take it back.

Peter said the worst thing he could’ve said, and it came with no effort. Like he thinks it all the time, you made up your mind right then you wouldn’t ever read to or with him again.

—----------------

You were getting more and more frustrated with Peter by the second, he wouldn’t shut the fuck up for twelve seconds. He just keeps going on, and on, and on about reading this and how “he’s thinking about how we could split up the pages and make it more fair, cause he does understand how it can seem unfair reading all alone to someone else, not to mention-”

You rub at your temples, “Are you my boyfriend or my tutor?”

Peter stops, “What?”

You keep rubbing to stop the oncoming headache, “Are you my boyfriend or my tutor?”

He looks confused, “Boyfriend, right?”

You laugh dryly, “Could have fooled me, professor.”

Peter doesn’t know what to say, he’s just trying to help, is he coming on too strong?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to throw this all on you. How do you feel about this, you read the first thirty pages and I’ll read the next fifty?”

You shove the book Peter placed in your hand into his chest, “I’m not reading the fucking book, Peter. If you want to read it so badly, do it yourself.”

Peter is genuinely speechless, he doesn’t think you’ve ever snapped at him like this.

All he can come up with is, “Huh?”

“You heard me,” You double down, “I’m not reading the damn thing, it’s your book, you read it.”

He shakes his head one more time, he’s thinking he’s got a concussion.

“What? Why?”

Because you vowed to never read to him again.

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Okay, that’s fair. I should’ve asked you, we can go to the library and you can pick out anything you want. Daddy will put it on his card.” He winks.

“Thanks, but I’m good.”

He pulls his head back and sets the book down, “If you don’t want to read today it’s fine, we can go get lunch, I know you’ve been begging me to take you to the new diner on 54th.”

You narrow your eyes and look him up and down, “Just lunch?”

He nods, “Unless you want to do something else, didn’t you say you wanted to see a movie?”

You grimace, “Next month.”

He grins, “Perfect, I’ll mark it on the calendar.”

—---------------

You frown looking at the menu, usually it was pretty easy guessing what things were off a quick glance from the pictures but this menu had no images.

It’s small accessibility things like that, that most people don’t think of, that make a world of a difference for someone that needs it.

You peer up at Peter across from you, his forehead and right eye are lit up from the sun peering in from the window, he’s sitting facing the door, like always. You asked him one time after he physically moved you when you tried to sit towards it, “I always want to see who’s coming in.” He claimed it was a safety thing, you didn’t mind. As long as you didn’t sit on the same side and you always got the booth side at a booth table combo table, you couldn’t care who sat where.

He has his lip pulled into his mouth, softly nibbling at the area. You wanted to pull it out because it always left an odd texture when you make out, you wanna ask him about the menu, to be sure. You also don’t want him to dote on you, make him read out the entire menu, just help fill in some words.

“Petey?” Start soft, he loves that name.

He flicks his eyes up and drops his lip from his teeth, “Yes, baby?”

You point to where you’re looking, he leans over the table to get a better look.

“Is that third word lettuce?”

Peter hums, “Correct.”

You grin, “Okay, thanks.”

Peter nods and goes back to looking, he’s already figured out what he wants but he knows it makes you flustered when he sits there while you're still trying to figure out what the first page says, so instead when you ask, “What are you getting?” He can say, “Hmm, I don’t know yet, I’m still looking,” You can let out a breath of release and not feel rushed to make a choice.

You make your way down the list, getting caught at one word. You read it slowly, even mouthing the word, you don’t think you’ve ever heard it before.

“Peter, under sandwiches, number 3, what the fuck is that last word? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “It says arugula, baby.”

You squint and hold the plastic closer, “That’s how you spell it?”

“How did you think it was spelled?”

“Not like that.” You pull the menu away and continue the search.

“It’s a tricky one, you’re not wrong.” Peter looks over his choice a few more times, he feels like his mouth is watering.

“It’s a hate crime, actually.”

He chuckles and sets his menu down, “I chose, got any ideas?”

You scan over the menu quickly, if all else fails you trust Peter, you’ll have what he’s having.

“What are you getting?”

He raises his hands above his head and stretches, “Classic number seven.”

You waver the option in your head, “That does sound pretty good, actually.”

“Damn, I was betting on you getting seventeen.”

“I was thinking about that one, swear to god!”

Peter leans in like he’s making a great deal, for no one else to hear.

“Get it and we spit?”

You think, “Okay, you get half mine and I get half your fries.”

He holds out his hand to solidify the business deal.

“And maybe a bite or three of your burger.”

You stick your hand in his and shake it before he can process what you said and groans, not that he minds, you are giving him half your waffles.

When the plates are brought out Peter immediately hands you his burger, he will always allow the lady the first bite. Also because he will eat the entire thing in two. You take a bite and set it down, you pass your plate to him and he starts the trade.

He slides two waffles on his plate, and scoops more than half the fries on yours, then drizzles half the syrup but leaves all the butter for you, he also doesn’t touch the whipped cream even though you know he wants it more than you do, you reach over and take a strawberry off the side and dip it in the cream, you bite down and push it back. You’re telling him to take it, he grins with squinted eyes to show his appreciation.

You pick his meal up and bite again, working on swallowing you pass it back. Peter eyes it as you work through chewing, “You sure?” You nod, just as he goes to take it you say, “Actually, sorry,” Then take one more, you almost regret not going with his. Until you take a bite of the waffles and you melt, they are the best damn things you’ve ever had.

—-----------

“I swear you aren’t even trying anymore!”

Peter was defeated, you didn’t care. He has tried everything to get you to work with him this past week, especially since you bombed an English quiz. You have done nothing, you absolutely refused to read to him, to do any practice work, to read to yourself, to study, nothing to do with reading in the slightest.

You were caught, and maybe a tiny glad he noticed. It just felt pointless, you would always struggle and no matter what Peter told you, feel like a burden. Like everyone had to help you with everything, it wasn’t Peter’s job to make sure you were reading and passing vocab and working on letter recognition, it was your job and you just didn’t care for it anymore.

You just shrug carelessly back, you have to look away. His stare of disappointment is making self guilt rise quickly.

Peter pulls back a little, he sounds lost. His voice is calm, “Hey, you didn’t give up did you?”

You shake your leg, why do you feel like crying right now?

Peter squats to get eye level with you, he places his hand on your knee to steady it.

He shakes his head like he can’t understand where you’re coming from at all.

“Hey, c’mon. Don’t do this, don’t do this to yourself. You worked too hard to just give up, you’ve gotten yourself here, right?”

You nod trying to keep from crying, it doesn’t work. Your lower lip trembles and Peter immediately scoops you into his chest and pats your hair as you sob into him. He’s right, you’re hurting no one but yourself but it’s impossible to feel like it’s a never ending process. It feels like you’re walking in quicksand, you’re pacing yourself but it feels like nothing is changing.

“I’m sorry,” You repeat into his shirt over and over, he shushes you, “You have no reason to be sorry.”

When you calm you pull away, he presses a kiss to your forehead and wipes away any stray tears.

“Wanna tell me what’s up?”

“I just, I’m done, Peter. I am so fucking done, this is so stupid and it makes me feel stupid. And I know it’s not my fault but it is because my brain fucked me over so hard. I am always playing catch-up and it never, ever ends. I am constantly working towards something that will never get fixed. I keep telling myself if I pass this test, or if I read half a chapter with no struggles it’s gone, but I know it's a lie. It’s such a lie because I’ll be like this forever.”

You start to cry again but stop yourself with a few deep breaths, “It will never get better, so why am I trying?”

Peter nods, he’s not agreeing, he’s listening. He understands what you mean, he understands the frustration. He wants to tell you it’s not dumb, and it’s not for nothing but he needs to focus on you being okay first.

“Okay, okay.” He pulls you in tightly and rests his chin on your head.

“It sounds like you need a break, baby. You’ve been working yourself too hard, and I probably haven’t been helping that. Let’s take a week off, huh? No reading, no questions, no studying, nothing. Just call it quits on words this week, that sound good to you?”

You nod into his chest and rub your nose against his shirt, an entire week with nothing about dyslexia sounds like just the break you needed.

“Good, now let me see your pretty face.” You pull from him and grin, he smiles brightly at you, “There’s my girl,” He cups your face and brings you in for a kiss, you lean into it and raise on your toes a little bit to get closer.

When Peter breaks away he rubs his thumb on your cheek until your eyes flutter open.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He whispers the words, delicate between you two.

You nod and lean up for a peck, “I love you too, and I appreciate you a lot.”

He winks, “As long as you acknowledge it.”

You groan as he moves away, he smacks your butt and points to his bed. You bounce down and watch as he grabs the book he checked out from the library, it hasn’t even been opened yet. You wait until he sits next to you and gets comfortable, he pats his chest to let you know it’s ready for you to rest your head.

“Petey, you just said no reading for a week.”

He nods, “I did. I said you wouldn’t read. You also said I never read to you, so, I think we can swap roles, what do you say?”

You grin and settle down next to him and rub your cheek into his chest, “Love it, genius idea from my genius boy!”

Peter kisses the top of your head and cracks the book open to the first page.

“Chapter one, Jenna is going to die. Well, actually, everyone dies, but Jenna is going to die first, then Sara, then Amberlynn, and finally Jesse. The boy Jesse, not the girl, she doesn’t die, not yet anyways.”

—---------------

You squint one eye open and bring the pillow over your ears trying to drown out the noise from the kitchen. Your boyfriend is going absolutely ham, singing from his entire being he has drowned out all the noise from the apartment.

You focus on the music and his wailing, you concentrate and the song clicks. You look around the room and mutter to yourself, “Is he singing fucking Cher?”

It didn’t end there, the rest of the week he was constantly playing Cher. You didn’t even know he liked her like that, and he’s been acting odd all week.

He asked you to watch almost every Robin Williams movie with him, and then begged you to watch The View with him, the entertainment news, because Whoopi Goldburg was awesome. You questioned him but gave in, it was odd sure but so was he, so you reckon nothing was terribly out of the ordinary.

Last night he turned off a Cher cd to turn on the TV, he watched the screen like a hawk. You blinked and looked around, “Why are we watching Anderson Cooper in Al Qaeda?” Peter threw his head back at you, “Why aren’t we watching Anderson Cooper in Al- Qaeda?”

You hummed in response, “Tushe.”

It all made sense today, the weird antics he’s put you through the past week.

“Babe, what do you think of Cher?”

You furrow your eyebrows, “I mean, I’m not a huge fan but I like her stuff a whole lot more when you sing it.”

“Aw, thanks. How do you feel about Robin Williams?”

“Actor god, one of the best from our lifetime. Every line he has is delivered perfectly.”

“Anderson Cooper?”

“He looks weird, like he has the same energy as an albino elephant. But he’s a damn good journalist, so no complaints.”

“Whoopi Goldberg?”

“Comedic genius. What’s with the questions?”

He ignores you, “Picasso?”

“A great artist.”

“Octavia Spencer?”

You gasp, “I love her.”

He tries for one more, “Albert Einstein?”

“A genius. Smartest man in the world, smartest man to exist. With the exception of ancient Greece.”

Peter hummed, content with all your answers.

“You know what you have in common with all of those people?”

You snort, “No, what?”

He looks at you, “They’re all dyslexic.”

You drop your jaw, “No?”

He nods, “Cher struggled growing up, her’s were numbers. Robin Williams got words mixed up, he used to day “Trick or Trout” as a kid. Anderson Cooper struggled his entire life until he spoke up about it, with reading specialists and intervention he got through high school, then went to Yale. Whoopi Goldberg says her advantage is that she can see things differently, and it’s more interesting than how other people see it, and that she really hated growing up that no one saw her as smart, she was. She just saw everything differently.”

You were speechless, you just looked at the ground and blinked, these great, amazing people all struggled with what you did. Celebrities, they're just like you!

“I’m not done. Picasso would flip things around, make art of how his brain saw things. Octavia Spencer struggled with reading out loud, but she was smarter in other places. She would crush mazes and had incredible deductive reasoning. She even wrote two books all by herself, with dyslexia. And Einstein? They thought he was a dumb boy and nothing more because he was so bad with reading and writing, and claimed that words or language, as they are written or spoken don’t play a role in his mechanism of thought. He said that imagination means more than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world.”

“It’s possible, Y/N. It’s okay to get frustrated, it’s okay to take a break but you also have to push through. And it’s not fair, and I don’t know what it’s like for you everyday. But, it’s possible to move on and get a good job, and go to a good college, and struggle less and less along the way. It’s always going to be there, and if I could take that from you sweetheart, I would. But it’s a part of you, and I love that part of you.”

“You do?” You whisper.

“Of course I do! You’re my girl, and if we have kids and you pass it along then it’s no biggie. Cause they’ll look at their mom and see her living a kick ass life with a disability. It’s all about how you let it define you, I know you see this as never ending but it gets better and easier, it just takes time. I know you hated it, but when you read to me every night I could see you change, you got more confident the more you did it, because you were recognizing words and didn’t freeze over them.”

“I did?”

“Yes! Remember how excited you were when I told you that you went three pages without questioning a word? We set that as a new record, when we first started you would barely make it through a paragraph.”

“Will you do it with me?”

If you needed to believe in yourself then you needed Peter, because he always believed in you even when you couldn’t understand why.

“Do what?”

“Be there for me, let me read to you and help me with word recognition and help me figure out where I’m smart for a boost of confidence.”

“I’m here for you, baby. No matter what, alright? I would love to help you figure this out, we’re life partners, right?”

“Right.” You grin at him and he exclaims, “Oh, I got one! Puzzles!” He crouches to pull a box from under the coffee table, “You’re great at puzzles, we can do one together and I’ll cry when you piece it together in an hour.”

You take the box and hold it against your chest, “Actually, can I read you a chapter of that book? I kinda want to see how Amberlynn dies.”

“At the rate you read it’ll really build the suspense.”

You narrow your eyes, “Thin ice, Parker. Thin ice.”

He raises his hands up in surrender and you grab the book and point for him to sit down, you sit next to him and clear your throat. You take a deep breath and open to the page with a bookmark poking out, you hesitate but ignore your thoughts and start reading, and you go until you can’t stand it anymore.

You turn to see Peter looking at you with the biggest smile you’ve seen from him.

“What?”

He shakes his head, “Not one, Y/N. Not one slip up.”

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dumbasslesbi2 · 1 month ago

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But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend? ~ Chapter 2 (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 1

Summary:

Rio was all set to go to Agatha's house. Both of them ready to confess to each other how they felt but they still had a project to work on. Will either of them have the courage to confess their feelings?

Notes:

Hi! As promised here's another chapter! As a small reminder please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss some stuff.

Rio pulled to Agatha’s house exactly at 12 on the dot. She was a nervous mess and wanted to make sure she didn’t come off as too much by coming early but she also didn’t want to come late and make it seem like she didn’t care. She had brought an array of candies to give to Agatha since she wasn’t sure what type she would have liked, so she brought a whole spread wrapped in a basket. Rio put on her backpack full of art supplies and was ready to knock on Agatha’s door but before she even could, Agatha was already opening the door. “Took you long enough, c’mon get in!” Agatha said happily, dragging Rio by her arm. “Finally? You told me to come at 12” Rio said, also giggling. “I know but I was getting bored, I really wanted to see you” Agatha said with a pout, looking up at Rio. She couldn’t help but blush at Agatha’s display. Rio wasn’t ready for all the cards Agatha was going to play. ��So where’s the studio so I can put down my supplies?” Rio asked, trying to calm herself down internally. “Oh ya, your poor back is probably aching from carrying all that, let me take care of all that sweetheart” Agatha told Rio with a wink. Rio was too flustered to argue against her and handed her the backpack. There was no way she was going to survive this. “Um, is it cool if I use the bathroom real quick?” Rio asked, flustered to all hell. “Yeah, Just down the hall to the left” Agatha pointed out before she went to the studio. As Rio entered the bathroom she dampened a paper towel and blotched herself in hopes of calming herself down. “It’s okay Rio, it’s obvious she already likes you. You just have to match her energy back, you got this” she said to herself, ready to go back out and play Agatha at her own game. “Oh perfect, I just finished putting everything in the studio!” Agatha exclaimed, pulling Rio by the arm once again to show her where the studio was. “So what were you thinking for the project?” Agatha asked, when they finally got to the room. It was filled with all sorts of canvases and multiple easels for painting. As well as drawers full of all sorts of paints. “Well the project is supposed to be a piece or pieces that show each other’s points of views but with different perspectives so how about we do portraits of each other? I know it’s a bit old school and dumb but hear me out. Every 30 minutes we switch, and we have to continue where the other person was” Rio said, looking around the room and then landing her eyes on Agatha. Agatha was too distracted by Rio’s beauty to even fully hear or understand what Rio had just said. Agatha shook her head once she realized that Rio had stopped speaking to get her out of her trance and said “Oh, yeah, that sounds cool.” She tried to lean against the door but misstepped and almost tripped. Rio was quick to her feet and held Agatha’s back and arm before she could trip. “I got you, can’t be having you get hurt sweetheart” Rio said in a mocking tone to how Agatha had said sweetheart earlier. ”T-thank you” Agatha stuttered, flustered since she wasn’t expecting Rio to do that. “Let me grab the canvases and we’ll be all set to go” Agatha said, avoiding any eye contact and getting the equipment.

Agatha put up two chairs and easels with carts so they could put their supplies down. Rio and Agatha began to sketch on their portraits while also stealing longing glances at each other disguised as “them working on the sketches”. Once Agatha’s timer went off they switch seat but were both in awe of each other’s work when they switched. “Oh. My. God. Rio you need your eyes checked cause I am nowhere near this beautiful” Agatha said in shock of Rio’s portrait so far. “Don’t say that, you’re even more beautiful in my eyes. I just can’t capture it all in a painting” said Rio, putting the brushes in water. “If anything, I think you made me prettier than I actually am” she told Agatha with a giggle. Agatha couldn’t help but blush and stare at Rio, she never realized how pretty Rio was when she smiled. “How about we take a small break for now, it’s not due for another couple of weeks. We can watch a movie or something in the living room” Agatha told Rio, hoping she would agree. “Uh yeah sure, what type of movie do you wanna watch?” Rio asked, getting down from the chair and stealing one last glance at Agatha’s sketch. “Whatever you want to” Agatha said with a smile. “Are you fine with a horror movie?” Rio asked Agatha, smiling back at her. She secretly hoped that Agatha was scared of horror movies and would cling to her. She also genuinely loved horror flicks. “Sure, pick whatever you want. My mom has like all the streaming services so we should be able to find something.” She told Rio, dragging her back to the living room and flopping on the couch. Rio couldn’t help but chuckle at Agatha’s “man spreading”, she wasn’t sure how she didn’t notice she was a lesbian when she constantly sat like that. She decided to put on Scream since she didn’t want to traumatize Agatha but still wanted to see if she could maybe scare her with some jump scares. “Oooh a classic, I’ve never actually seen this one” said Agatha, getting up to make some popcorn for the two. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites, I hope you like it” Rio said, looking back at Agatha.

As the movie played Agatha never actually got scared, instead she laughed at some parts of the movie. A reaction Rio wasn’t expecting at all but definitely welcomed it. “I can’t believe they fall for the same things they say are the troupes like what were they expecting?” Agatha said while laughing and shoveling more popcorn into her mouth. “I know like they plan everything out and yet still get killed? Like how much of an idiot do you have to be” Rio said giggling and looking at her. Agatha couldn’t help but lock eyes while laughing and stare at Rio, slowly they both stopped giggling and a silence fell upon them. Agatha leaned in, hoping it was the right moment but before she could go in, Rio stopped her by pressing her hand to Agatha's chest. “ Wait, before we do this. I have to ask you something” she said, looking down. “Sure, what is it?” Agatha asked, hoping they would still be able to kiss. “Are you and Wanda dating?” she asked, looking back up to meet Agatha’s piercing gaze. “What?!? No?!? Plus, aren’t you like dating Alice?” Agatha asked in disgust of the fact she thought Rio thought she would be dating her best friend. “What?!? Ew no! We’re just friends” Rio said back to Agatha, in equal amount of disgust. “Wait so you’re not dating anyone?” Rio asked, realizing what this all meant. “Nu uh, unless you count us” Agatha said breathily, going back in for this kiss. Rio let it happen and by God was she happy that she did. Agatha’s lips were as fluffy and pillowy as she imagined. The two separated after a while and cuddled on the couch. They continued to watch more horror movies since Agatha seemed to like Scream. On top of this they also snuck a couple of kisses while cuddling and watching movies, before the two knew it, it was getting late and eventually Rio would have to go home.

“Agatha, I hate to say it but it’s getting late” Rio said with a pout and pecking Agatha’s lips. “Why don’t we just have a sleepover?” Agatha asked nervously, hoping Rio would say yes. “Mmm, let me text my parents and let them know. I don’t have any extra clothes though, can I borrow some of yours?” Rio asked, texting her parents to let them know she was spending the night. “Of course!” Agatha said, hugging her and kissing her cheeks. Rio couldn't help but giggle a bit at how happy Agatha was with her response. “Come on!” Agatha said as she was dragging Rio again, she could get used to this is all she thought. Once they reached Agatha's room Rio couldn't help but stay at the door frame and stare and all the details and trinkets. So many awards but also a great amount of paintings and books. Especially witchcraft books. “Are you a witch, Miss Agatha” Rio asked while staring at her bookshelf. “No but sometimes I wish I was, I just find the history and everything fascinating,” she said, looking through her closet. “ I get it, my family is into brujería but I always enjoyed it from afar,” Rio said, still looking at all the books Agatha had. “Wait, that's like, actually cool. Also do these work for you?” Agatha asked, holding up a blank tank top and some dark green sweats. “Ya, those are perfect!” Rio said, taking the clothes from Agatha. Rio left the room to go to the bathroom to change. Agatha let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. It was just hitting her that she would be sleeping in the same bed as Rio. What if she snored? What if Rio didn't actually want this but couldn't say no because she didn't want to be rude? What if-. “Agatha? What's wrong?” Rio asked, standing at the door frame holding her clothes. “Huh? Nothing, don't worry about it” Agatha said, shaking her head a bit to snap her out of her head. “Your face was saying otherwise, I won't judge you, you can tell me” she said with a small smile, reaching out and holding onto Agatha's hands. “When did you first realize you had a crush on me?” Agatha asked, not looking up to meet Rio’s gaze. “I think sophomore or junior year when I saw you and Wanda in the cafeteria. It didn't truly form till this year and seeing you in AP art. Your paintings say so much more than you think, I love how gentle and warm you make everything look.

I know you don't want people to know but I can tell, you have a soft spot.” Rio said, waiting for Agatha to meet her gaze. “Mmm, don't tell anyone my secret or else you're dead” Agatha replied in a snarky tone, Rio couldn't help but giggle a bit at her response. Rio put her clothes down on the bed so she could hug Agatha. “What about you? When did you realize” Rio asked, loving their height difference since Agatha molded perfectly into their hug. “Not exactly the same as you. I noticed you since freshman year but was just too much of a coward to talk to you. You seemed way too cool and out of my league. I told Wanda about you for a while and she would always get so upset I hadn’t talked to you yet. I guess this was a blessing in disguise” she said with a giggle, swaying in Rio’s arms. “If it makes you feel any better, I talk about you so much to Alice she’s banned the topic sometimes cause if not I’ll just go into a tirade about how beautiful and pretty you are” Rio replied, also giggling. They separated for a bit but not without staring into each other’s eyes. Agatha couldn’t help herself and cupped Rio’s face. Rio couldn’t help herself and nuzzle into Agatha’s hands, she could get used to all this. This time it was Rio who went in for the kiss and she poured all her emotions into it so Agatha would stop doubting her interest in her. When they finally pulled away, they stayed there for a moment, touching foreheads, giggling. “Come on, let’s get to bed. It’s getting late” said Agatha, pulling away from Rio who was groaning due to the loss of hugging Agatha. “No complaining, plus you can cuddle me in bed” Agatha told her, doing grippy hands at Rio once she was under the covers. Rio couldn’t resist Agatha and got under the covers, instantly cuddling with Agatha. They stayed like this for a while, talking about everything and nothing. Finally, all their feelings no longer had to stay hidden and they could finally say everything they wanted to say to each for so long. They held onto each other until eventually falling asleep, both of them ready for whatever was to happen next for the both of them.

#agatha x rio #fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #students au #agatha #agatha harkness #agatha all along #rio vidal #rio vidal x agatha harkness

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zofi-persson-quotes · 2 months ago

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Headcanons for each of the skittles :3

Green: is actually deaf in one ear (I have no idea why, it’s just something random I came up with. Feel free to suggest a reason XD) he also has severe OCD

Blue: has really bad allergies, but is mainly allergic to animal hair. He has to be super careful around Red

Yellow: stutter’s a lot, cause his brain is way too fast and his mouth can’t keep up, especially when he’s excited or stressed. His brain may be braining but his mouth won’t mouth

Red: has dyslexia and has trouble reading and writing. Doesn’t stop him from trying tho XD Second is the only one that can sorta read his handwriting

Second: has narcolepsy and is also severely claustrophobic. He could literally fall asleep anywhere at any time, and they’ve had a few scares cause of it

All of these are SO good and I am vibing with Green's one (I'm totally deaf in my left ear)

#alan becker #animation vs animator #animator vs animation #ava color gang #zofi's answers

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goodgriefnd · 2 years ago

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How Common is Neurodivergence?

[image id: poster of "How Common is Neurodivergence?.” There are 12 circles and five small images: an image of a brain, speech bubbles, an infinity sign, a person reading, and a person surrounded by arrows and balls. Each of the 12 circles has a percentage representing how common a particular form of neurodivergence is written in Open Dyslexic font. Full transcript, more information, and references under the cut.]

More Information

Forms of neurodivergence represented here are focused on neurodevelopmental disorders.

These percentages are representative of percentage in general population and do not reflect percentages within neurotypes which are often higher due to co-occurrence being the norm, rather than the exception, within neurodevelopmental disorders; for example, 33-45% of people with ADHD will also have dyslexia (Butterworth & Kovas, 2013), whereas only 10% of the general population are dyslexic (British Dyslexia Association [BDA], 2023).

Certain neurodivergencies are often underrepresented and under-reported, so the percentages are likely to be higher; for example, one study suggests that rates for FASD in the UK may be as high as 17% (McQuire et al., 2019).

Some of the neurodivergencies represented here are umbrella terms and percentages given are representative of all forms of neurodiversity belonging to that term; for example, SpLds include dyslexia which is at a rate of 10% (BDA, 2023) and dyscalculia which is at 3-7% (Haberstroh & Schulte-Körne., 2019). Tic Disorders at 1% are another example here, as this is inclusive of Tourette Syndrome which is at 0.6%, and around 1 in 5 individuals exhibit tics at some point during childhood (Cavanna et al., 2017).

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1% Intellectual Disability

10% Language Disorder

4% Speech Sound Disorder

5% Stuttering

7.5% Social (Pragmatic) Communication Disorder

1.7% Autism

5% ADHD

10% Specific Learning Disorder (SpLD)

5% Developmental Co-Ordination Disorder (DCD)

3-4% Stereotypic Movement Disorder

1% Tic Disorders

3.6% Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders (FASD)

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Arvidsson, O., Gillberg, C., Lichtenstein, P., & Lundström, S. (2018). Secular changes in the symptom level of clinically diagnosed autism. Journal of Child Psychology and Psychiatry, 59(7), 744–751.

Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). PsychDB. (2022, November 29).

Autism spectrum disorder (ASD). PsychDB. (2022, May 19).

Butterworth, B., & Kovas, Y. (2013). Understanding neurocognitive developmental disorders can improve education for all. Science, 340(6130), 300–305.

Cavanna, A. E., Coffman, K.A., Cowley, H., Fahn, S., Franklin, M. E., Gilbert, D.L., Hershey, T.G., Jankovic, J., Jones, M., Leckman, J.F., Lehman, R., Mathews, C.A., Malaty, I., McNaught, K., Mink, J.W., Okun, M.S., Rowe, J.A., Scahill, L.D., Scharf, J.M., Schlaggar, B.L., Stewart, E., Walkup, J.T., Woods, D.W.. (2017). The spectrum of Tourette Syndrome and TIC disorders: A consensus by Scientific Advisors of the Tourette Association of America. Tourette Association of America.

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wonderland-smile-stories · 11 months ago

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~ Chapter 4. 03 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

The hallway was silent when I walked into it. My eyes went to the gate and saw that they barricaded it with whatever they could find. Eun-hyuk was right. It's not safe here with the gate like this. If a monster like that big one who attacked us upstairs wants to come in here it could without trouble.

I walked further down the hall trying to find someone, but it seemed like everyone had vanished from in thin air. I walked around a corner finally seeing someone. He was mumbling to himself, but I couldn't hear what he said. My steps came to a stop when I could finally see the guy's face. It looked like someone had beaten him badly.

"Ah, Mi-na. I was afraid you wouldn't make it."

My stomach turned hearing his voice. I hadn't recognized him because of the beatings, but his voice was something I hadn't forgotten.

"Mister Choi, I hadn't recognized you."

He came closer, laughing darkly.

"How many times have I told you to just call me Yoon-jae."

Every chance he gets. I always try to avoid him, but he just gives me a nasty feeling. Like everything in my body is telling me to run away from him as fast as possible.

"I'm sorry," I mutter doing a quick bow.

His eyes looked me up and down for a second before smiling at me.

"Where are you going?" I shrug my shoulders not wanting to tell this guy anything about me.

"Uhm I'm just looking around. So I'll leave you alone, bye."

With quick steps, I began to walk past him but stopped when a rough hand grabbed my wrist.

"What the...!?" I mutter looking up from it to see him smiling at me.

"Need some company?" I shook my head trying to pull out of his grip, but it only tightened.

"I'm good. Can you let go of me?"

He didn't listen, instead, he took a step closer.

"It isn't safe to walk alone here. There could be a monster lurking behind every corner besides it feels like you're trying to avoid me."

Because I am!

"I will be fine. Now let me go."

He shook his head.

A yelp came out of my mouth when I felt his nails dig into my flesh. A sinister smile came on his face like he was enjoying my pain.

"You have a beautiful scream. It just sounds like the one in my dreams." More pressure was put on my wrist, making me think it could snap any moment now.

"I said let me fucking go!"

With all my strength I kneed him in his groin, which made him let go of me. Before he could recover fully I punched him in the face. A hiss left my mouth when my knuckles made contact with his skin. I didn't think it would hurt that bad.

"You bitch!" I began to move backward when he took big steps toward me.

My heart began to race when I tried to look around for something I could use to protect myself with. I saw his hand move upwards ready to strike me when I heard a cigarette being lit.

A shocked expression came on his face before slowly turned around. Moving to the side a little I try to see from behind him. To my surprise, the guy from a few days ago who saw Hyun-su faint was standing there. He came closer making Yoon-jae nervously walk back passing me.

"You're here." He spoke up in a hushed voice.

"You said see you again, son of a bitch!" Was the only thing the man with the burn scar said before punching him across the face.

I moved towards the wall giving them space for whatever was happening between them. Another punch hit Yoon-jae's face making him stumble all over the place. The man with the scar grabbed his shirt from the back before slamming him against the wall a few inches away from me.

Yoon-jae fell to the ground with a loud groan. Not a second later a kick landed on his back.

"Wait a minute." He stutters out, trying to crawl further away from the man who is still kicking him.

"I have something to say." He said breathing heavily.

He had trouble standing up and falling a few times, but it was all an act. Yoon-jae jumped up trying to tackle the guy, but it failed. The only thing he managed to do was slam the man into the wall where he was slammed against.

To my surprise, it didn't face the man at all, and guessing the reaction Yoon-jae had by running he knew as well that it didn't affect him one bit. The man blows out some smoke before slowly following him.

"The fuck?!"

Do I go and get someone or what? Someone has to be around here, right? All groaning I began to walk, well limp after the two. I took some turns but finally managed to find one of them and to my surprise, he was with Eun-yu. She was talking against him like she had known him forever.

With frown brows, I walk after them. I watch as Eun-yu stopped yelling moron against him.

"Eun-yu!"

She turns to me with her hands in her pockets.

"What are you doing here? Didn't my brother locked up to rest or something?" She asked rolling her eyes.

"Screw that! Do you know that guy?!" I asked pointing at the dedication he went.

Eun-yu shrugs her shoulders.

"I have seen him a couple of times, but that's it. Why?"

I look from the hallway back to her before speaking up.

"Because he was just beating up Yoon-jae just a second ago!"

She looked at me with widened eyes.

"The creep Yoon-jae from room 802?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm pretty sure he was trying to kill him," I added.

"Well, it seems like he almost did by the way Yoon-jae looks when walking by. He looked like a mess."

I don't like him and he is a total freak, but we can't let that man murder him.

"Come on!" I grabbed her arm, dragging her with me.

"Where are we going?!"

"Trying to stop a murder from happening!"

We were just in time to see Jea-heon stop the man from going after Yoon-jae when we came from behind the corner. There was a tense moment between the three of them before Yoon-jae closed the get. Preventing the man from hitting him more.

"That was a letdown," Eun-yu mumbled from beside me.

I looked at her with widened eyes.

"What do you mean let down?! Did you want to see them fight, killing each other?!" She shrugs her shoulders before putting on her headset.

I watch as she walks away leaving me alone with the others. My gaze went to the four guys standing there. Jea-heon was looking inside the room where Yoon-jae just walked in, while the other three looked at me like they saw a monster or something. I'm pretty sure nothing was here.

"Why are guys staring? Never seen a girl from this up close?" I asked putting my arms over my chest.

"No, well yes, but that's not it." I think his name is Jae-hwan said.

"What?" I asked tapping my injured foot on the ground.

"It's just you... you well." Another guy I think Seung-wan started.

"You fell nine floors down just like the boy," Byeong-il said finishing his sentence.

"So?" I asked confused at the three guys.

"Nobody can survive a fall like that!" Jae-hwan said loud almost yelling.

"I guess I did," I argued back.

"You're just like him, aren't you? So why aren't you in there as well?!"

I opened my mouth to say something when a voice came from behind me.

"Because she's isn't infected." Eun-hyuk came standing beside me looking at the three of them.

"How are you so sure?" Seung-wan asked.

"Hyun-su's injuries all heal in three hours. Mi-na has been unconscious for twelve hours and still has her injuries. If she was like him she would have healed as well." The three of them look at Eun-hyuk.

It seems like they didn't want to argue back because they just turned around mumbling among themselves.

"Mi-na, it's good to see you up and running. How are feeling?" Jea-heon asked turning away from the cell door to face me.

"I'm fine, a little sore here and there. The only thing that actually hurts is my ankle, but it's okay." I explain showing my wrapped-up ankle at him.

"Shouldn't you sit and not walk on it?"

I opened my mouth to answer when Eun-hyuk spoke up from beside me.

"That's what I have told her, but she's not very good at listening to someone."

I gave him a little glare before facing Jea-heon again who let out a chuckle.

"And your waist? Is it still bleeding?"

I wanted to say that it's fine when something pops up in my head. I don't feel the pain anymore. My hand went to the spot where the injury should be, but the only thing I felt was the bandage. Shouldn't Eun-hyuk have felt or seen it when he inspected me when I was unconscious or the second time when he wanted to see if I had pain somewhere?

"Uhm, yeah. It's still there just a little sore you know, but it's fine no bleeding at all."

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Eun-hyuk staring at me. I don't know if he knows about it or not, but shouldn't he have said something if he did know?

"Uhm excuse me, I need to go," I mumble before the two of them can ask more things.

While limping my way to the restroom, my hand was still on my waist. I tried to squeeze it a few times to see if I could feel pain or not, but there was nothing. Limping through the restroom door I walk to the sinks with the mirrors.

I lifted my dress and shirt up to reveal the bloody bandage. With shaking hands, I began to unwrap it slowly. My face dropped when the last bit of the bandage came off.

Gone.

The wound was completely gone.

The only thing that was left of it was the blood around it. My cold hand touches the spot trying to see if something else is there, but no.

Nothing.

It can only mean one thing.

I'm infected.

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x-mendacium · 7 months ago

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Welcome to my rant about one of my dearest headcanons...

Cross-dominant (handed) MePhone!

So, what might bring me to this headcanon? Why would it be my dearest?

First — you can see it in canon a lot.

Sure, MePhone4 isn’t the only character in Inanimate Insanity who switches hands, a lot of them do it. (noticed it mostly with OJ when I was looking through Pinterest for screenshots.) However, that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t have some backing inside of canon.

First, let’s look at some pictures where MePhone is using his right hand as his dominant hand.

Here you can see him clearly emoting with his right hand, — which I’ve noticed people tend to do with their dominant hand a lot more —, and also the bumper cars.

In other instances throughout the show, we can see MePhone using his left hand as one would use their dominant hand.

As we can also see here, it’s not a thing that’s limited to III alone.

On the topic of III, have you ever noticed he also uses his left hand as his dominant hand in the intro?

Oh, and let’s get the biggest thing out of the way, he writes with his left hand.

Second — why cross-dominant? why not just ambidextrous?

Headcanon territory time! Time for me to start self-indulging.

I believe MePhone4 is naturally left-handed, that’s his true handedness. But, like many people in real like, he was forced to use his right-hand. (He learned to use his left-hand in writing for funsies, but found that it was way more comfortable than using his right and stuck with it.)

I genuinely believe that Cobs would believe left-handedness was inferiour, and that it would hurt his reputation if one of his creations was left-handed.

Sure, MePhone4 might have been created by him, but he’s still his own object who clearly has his own opinions and mental issues, I fully believe he could have turned out left-handed just because, honestly.

Even if MePhone is capable of using both of his hands, he has strong preferences, and automatically switches them when doing different tasks.

Third — any other things?

Oh, you bet!

Forced use of the right-hand can cause issues! Who would of thought.

From Wikipedia — Bias against left-handed people

As we can see here, it can cause learning disorders, and since many people have started headcanoning MePhone with dyslexia I feel like it fits.

Also to take from my own headcanon pile — I believe he stutters. He had just learned to stay quiet until he feels like he can speak clearly and fluidly again.

Oh, and there’s also these statistics!

From Wikipedia — Left-Handedness

Just wanted to show this, because autistic MePhone is also a pretty common headcanon. I believe at least.

Forth — closing thoughts

Even if it’s just a silly little headcanon, I believe it has a locked packed in it, so I wanted to share it.

MePhone just feels like a left-hander or cross-dominant object to me.

#osc #object shows #ii #iii #inanimate insanity #ii mephone4 #inanimate insanity mephone4 #headcanon #a bit of a rant #probably #object show community #object show character

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icarianlibrary · 5 months ago

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I may have a stutter and dyslexia but I also have a published award winning essay on stuttering and the effects of it. Controdictory? MAYBE, but it's iconic so it's ok

#stuttering #I'll reblog this with the actual essay wait #RAHHH #published #how tf did I even win an award for it tho #genuinelyl confused but go off

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ephemeralgalaxies · 2 years ago

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SHADOW AND BONE S2 SPOILERS BELOW (specifically Wylan)

back on my procrastination obsessing-over-comfort-characters flavored shit again here we go

Jack Wolfe did a great job getting me invested in Wylan all over again dear god idk where to even start for this. there's so much to discuss about his character portrayal in the show.

what I wanna talk about in this meta, though, is Wylan as neurodivergent (from a neurodivergent perspective), and I'll start it out by saying I absolutely loved it.

Having Wylan so obviously ND without actually saying it or making him "weird/outcast/gross" is so refreshing in media. Like, from the books (and mid-season of the show) we know that Wylan probably has dyslexia, making it harder for him to read. He shows his discomfort with this fact about himself, how his natural conclusion is that others will treat him less because of it. But something I've always admired about Wylan (and I think a lot of fans forget *squints at trends of infantilizing ND-coded characters*) is how he knows this isn't something to be ashamed of. He knows this doesn't make him any less incredible. But he just can't get it in his head that others would feel the same way. When he first lets Jesper in on how he can't read the passport, he's trusting Jesper with this. He looks around to make sure no one else will hear, anyone he doesn't have this bond with, faith in, yet. And he asks Jesper what the passport says. The look in his eyes is so pleading, so cautious, like this is a test. He's testing Jesper to see how he'll react to this, if he'll just be another name on the list of people Wylan has to learn to let go to keep himself safe.

And yeah, Jesper fucks it up. And he just keeps fucking it up, saying how he didn't know bc "you're just so smart!" (like that "oh, you don't look autistic!" "oh, you're too smart to be disabled" etc) (like ofc, that wasn't Jesper's intentions. But when your father sends you letters like "if you're reading this, then you know how much I want you to come back home," well what are you more likely to believe Jesper is thinking?) And finally, Jesper hits it right: "you have nothing to be ashamed of!" Except... it's pretty hypocritical of him here. So Wylan panics again, he's furious because he really does like this guy but how dare you. And then he sees how hurt Jesper is and oh shit. There's more to this. It's more complicated than "don't be ashamed," there's a commonality here. This isn't pity, it's empathy.

so yeah I absolutely adore how they addressed this in the show given the situations they were placed in (like, if in the books, Wylan had already formed a strong bond with someone in the group, he probably would've done this. But he really hadn't yet, no one had told him that they want to be around him, to understand him. Wylan didn't feel safe enough to test the waters. The situation from the show, however, opened up new possibilities that stay true to his character (imo)).

Though even more than that, just the sheer obvious ND traits that Jack shows with Wylan made me so happy. Like, especially all his tics and stuttering and it didn't feel ingenuine. He doesn't stutter through everything, just super stressful situations (which... is most of his situations in s2 lmao). Like, he's not stuttering when he's just driving in the cart with Jesper or when he's scolding him for seriously, you remember that now??? (like ofc Jesper would remember him in that position I swear-- "you brought me stroopwaffles!" jesper PLS). He holds it together when confronting Kaz about Alby (his voice breaks at first, he pauses, but he works up the mask to look sturdy and immovable. which,,, with kaz brekker he definitely needs). When telling Jesper why he left, he keeps steady. It's not all the time like the stuttering-representation I've seen before (specifically in fanfics).

AND THE HEAD SHAKE TICS!!!!!!! As someone that does that a lot, I was so happy to see him doing these (the excessive blinking as well), especially when he's more shy than stressed because yeah tics can happen any time, but especially any situation with a heightened emotion (and the guy u like telling u that he really wants to try things seriously with u with that soft voice/eyes/smile (this is just becoming me simping for Kit Young), like yeah I'd definitely be feeling a lot. AND IT DOESN'T TURN JESPER AWAY. The only thing that bothered him was that Wylan hadn't responded; he was worried the sentiment wouldn't be returned. But Wylan's actual tics have nothing to do with it.

And having him so sensitive to loud sounds (ironically) makes me so happy because YES!!! YES YES YES OFC. He loves music and chemistry because Wylan controls them. He can control the sound, the amount of it all, he can predict it. And it makes it easier to deal with. He doesn't flinch away from his own explosions (when he knows they're coming, unlike the one that destroyed the Crow Club) -- usually he covers his ears or hides his face ahead of time. He likes the higher piano keys, the flute puffs (forgive me, I am a cellist and a pianist, Idk what the harsher sounds from his flute when we first see him are called technically) when he can control them and their effects. And whenever he does react to other sounds/situations, he leans towards his one comfort-person in the group (Jesper), leaving him lost once he tries to sever that tie after telling Jesper that he can't read. Wylan leans on Tolya more instead (I love that so much for so many reasons) bc while Tolya is less known, he's just,,,,,,, okay I'm sorry but Tolya gives off such comforting vibes, alright? Like he's so amazing. I haven't read the SaB books yet, just SoC, so I saw everyone talking about him like "oh yeah ok. some cool character ppl love. aight we'll see how it goes." aND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH???

Like if I was in Wylan's position, given all the other characters around, I would definitely lean to Tolya for comfort. Also Tolya is a great fighter, like. alsdkfj no focus, Wylan first, Tolya meta later.

ALL THE INFO DUMPS TOO!!!! That urge to inform Jesper despite also wanting to be pissed at him bc pls be interested in this, I wanna tell someone so much. This is so important to me. AND THEN wanting to correct Jesper later when Jesper apologizes, even messing it up himself after hearing how Jesper pronounces it when Wylan knows how it should be bc god the echolalia, the subconscious ND urge to repeat what others said/how they said it/tongue just getting screwed up when u hear something wrong despite knowing how it should be. And then Wylan deciding that it's not important, that he has so much time now to correct Jesper, that he can explain it all and more later under the safety of roof and the morning sun.

I'm not crying you are.

okok I need to eat supper now but pls I love how Jack Wolfe depicts Wylan as ND so bad, it's so validating. Especially with an entire cast full of ND characters (u cannot change my mind that the Crows isn't ND Found Family. I love them so much) and how different everyone is still, showing so many side to neurodiversity. And that it's all valid. That Wylan is incredible and beautiful and brilliant, neurodivergence and all. That someone like him, someone maybe like me, could find a love (romantic, familial, platonic) like Wylan does with the Crows (and now more! since the show allows them to interact with the other series).

Representation matters, people.

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pretty-purple-pages · 8 months ago

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𝓒 𝓗 𝓐 𝓟 𝓣 𝓔 𝓡 𝓞 𝓝 𝓔

synopsis: percy meets his crush and leaves a weird first impression

pairing: percy x annabeth (percy jackson and the olympians)

content: highschool!au, mortal!au, coffeeshop!au, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, annabeth's family is shit

word count: 1144

Percy Jackson was special. In a bad way. The type of special having a single mother, absent father, an abusive ex step-father, ADHD, dyslexia and a bad school record made you.

Percy Jackson was normal. He had a loving mother and a step-father who had been there for him more than his biological father. He had amazing friends, who supported him through his hard times. He was trying his best to become a psychologist for children; to help little kids not have the nightmares he had everyday. He considered himself a normal high-schooler.

He also had a huge crush on the barista at the local coffee shop

Annabeth Chase was special. In a bad way. The type of special having a neglectful father, non-existent mother, an ‘evil’ step-mother , ADHD, dyslexia and running away from your own house at the mere age of 7 made you.

Annabeth Chase was normal. She had found her family; a girl named Thalia, who had taken the place of being her big sister and simultaneously her best friend. Thalia had practically raised her; taught her everything her mother was supposed to. Luke was her protector, not that she needed one obviously, but he was her guide. The one she turned to when things got a little hard. She worked harder and harder everyday. She wanted to become an architect because she never had something permanent for herself so she wanted to design something that would stay.

She was also the barista at the local coffee shop. The cafe of love; cafe d’amour

Not her dream job; just something part time to pay her rent and feed her stomach. Her scholarship covered the tuition fee; not anything else. She had to work for it.

“ORDER NUMBER 31, KINDLY PICK UP YOUR ORDER,” her voice rang loud and clear in the small coffee shop, at the corner of the street. It was a monday morning, and mondays were always the busiest.

“Hi- uh- its- uh- it’s my order,” a boy with tousled raven hair stuttered out, “Um uh- I am Percy. Uh- you must know me, I study in your school. We have one class together. Where you sit at the back. Uh, when some girl dropped coffee on your shirt, I was the one who gave you tissues.” he spoke proudly, like a puppy waiting for praise.

Percy Jackson. That name struck no significant memory in her brain, except she vaguely remembered some boy who tripped and fell face flat on the ground because he was busy staring. At her. He looked no older than 17 and he wore a blue hoodie that said ‘fish lives matter’ and black joggers. His face was flushed and he kept stuttering. A lot.

“I don’t know you,” she muttered flatly, mostly out of annoyance, “And that will be $18.34 dollars. Cash or card?,” the boy was still zoned and flustered, “Please collect your order and move ahead; there are customers waiting behind you.”

He cursed and mumbled a quick apology and made the payment.

This boy was weird. In fact, this whole interaction was weird.

Percy Jackson had one class together with the (slightly rude but cute) barista, Annabeth Chase (he found out her name from her work badge): Algebra. Percy hated maths in general, but algebra and statistics were the required courses in order to pursue his dream. Also he got to see the smart blonde who had his heart.

He was currently trying not to zone out in class. The teacher was babbling about her life or something, he didn’t care. He tried not to focus on one thing: There was no sign of Annabeth Chase.

Usually she sat at the back of the class, playing sims or minecraft, but could still answer anything the teacher asked. She’d often argue with the teacher, but from what Percy heard, she would be extremely enthusiastic in classes she loved. In short, she made her presence known; and today she was nowhere to be found.

Percy always chose the far seat, at the back of the cafeteria. Nobody bothered him, that’s how he liked it. Hazel and Frank were on leave that day, probably doing something cutesy or their couples thingy. His best friend, Grover, was nowhere to be seen. Or Percy spoke too soon.

“HEY MAN,” Grover said with too much enthusiasm for Percy’s liking, ‘patting’ his back so hard that Percy’s face was shoved into his food. Grover was a 5'7 guy with an obsession with plants and animals. He was the person who’d ditch his plans to go on a nature protest.

“Hey,” Percy replied with the opposite level of enthusiasm, “Have you seen Annabeth? She wasn’t in class today.”

As if on cue, the said blonde walked into the cafeteria, heading to their table. Percy was awestruck; his brain unable to form coherent sentences. Although she seemed very distressed. And her eyes and nose were red. It took Percy less than a second to put two and two together; Annabeth was crying and probably had a panic attack.

“Hey Grover, about the nature trail plan we made, we’re rescheduling it. Something came up with my family.” she sniffled and Grover nodded like he understood. She flashed Percy a look of recognition, probably from their awkward encounter at the coffee shop. Percy had never blushed harder in his life; due to embarrassment of course.

“So, you call yourself my best friend, yet you didn’t tell me you were going on a nature trail with my crush?!” Percy confronted Grover as soon as Annabeth was gone, trying to make his voice deep to sound scary. He failed terribly.

“I uh- I was going to tell-” Percy didn’t let him finish.

“And you never told me that you were that close to her where you go on trips,” Percy held his heart to mock being hurt. Grover took it seriously.

“Didn’t think you’d be that head over heels,” Grover grumbled and picked at his food,

“Also I couldn’t bring you on the trip; I actually was going to, but after your very weird encounter. Dude you actually sounded obsessed.”

Percy wanted to turn time back and erase that encounter.

Annabeth tried to be the best at everything she did; whether it was calculus or coffee making. Validation had never been given to her by her parents, so she craved it desperately. She volunteered at places, did extra-credit in her favourite classes and tried to be the best. She needed to be. She never had a competitor; she took them down as soon as they appeared. Annabeth Chase never gave up.

So on a slow Thursday morning, she didn’t expect a newbie to appear. Especially not the weird boy from before. And she definitely didn’t want to be the one to train him.

“Hey, I’m Percy Jackson. It’s my first day here.”

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