#so very often teachers are there knowing a kid is struggling at home and offering to listen to them

[motsimages]

A friend of mine (from Spain) went as a teacher/coordinator to the US with a group of 10 year-old kids from Spain in some kind of exchange program. He was careful not to be physically close with US kids, but he also was very clear that he would not have those boundaries with his Spanish students (they were, after all, in a far away country for the first time of their life, far from their parents, for 2 months, and this teacher was their only contact/point of reference from before). It was a bilingual school with some Latina teachers, so it was ok and understood as a cultural difference: he would hug and hold his students, he would speak to them in a way that the US teachers don't.

He also found himself in an uncomfortable and troubling situation where a US student of about that age told him her mom was abusive. He tried to be supportive while still keeping his distance but, obviously, he wanted to help, so he said "if you want to speak about it, I'm here". She brought him a letter detailing all the different types of abuse and bad treatment she received from her mother, and he inmediately went to the principal to see what the next steps would be. "Oh we know. But now you should keep your distance with the girl, so as to not make people think you are getting too close to her". And he was aghast. No mention of calling social services, or a psychologist or anything. Just don't offer any more support to this kid so nobody thinks you are grooming her. What help is a kid in that situation getting then if no adult can even listen to them just in case they are framed as a pedophile? How is this helping? Who is it helping?

I want to believe that the school did something to help this student, or that there are some protocols in place, but socially speaking what the fuck.

[thebirthofvenusfly]

hi i was raised in a home daycare for over 20 years and studied child development and psychology in school for 3 and would like to gush about why i love how bonnie was written and how they're one of the few kids in games i've played that Actually Feel Like a Kid:

firstly: bonnie's diction

bonnie cursing like a sailor is honestly pretty accurate for a kid aged like 9-14 and i distinctly remember having a huge cursing phase of my own at that age too so LMAO

they ask a lot of questions adjacent to a kids' understanding/confusion of things, social norms, situations, feelings, etc. (the conversation about the actors kissing in that play they saw and how they MUST have had an invisible paper between their lips because nobody would REALLY kiss on stage in front of everybody!)

they can be incredibly blunt but often not with the intention to hurt feelings rather than genuinely acquire information (sometimes with some sass b/c of previous conditioning.) ex. "Our teacher always tells us we have to speak up more... You're an adult so why don't you speak up more?" (Precedent/Conditioning; "Adult in position of power and authority has ingrained it is important to use my voice." -> "Why don't you, an adult who should know better, use yours more then?")

they have a tendency to confidently and casually use words and phrases they don't fully understand or know ("Air-no-no-nomic" -> this especially being something picked up by a fellow kid and just trusted that) (struggling to say, "pomegranate" (very cute watching odile help them with it :,) ) (struggling to say onigiri -> purposely messing this up to get a playful reaction out of dile, a party member they're especially close to, was also very sweet)

it's hard to discuss feelings. they're more likely to use a vessel as a means of connecting to someone else before being able to assign words to everything (offering a peach to siffrin in the classroom because they recognize he's upset without fully understanding why, then waiting for him to address the situation)

secondly: how bonnie handles feelings towards the others and about their Scenario

tendency to hold onto hard, serious, difficult-to-breach subjects and then explode and scream when addressed (ex. Rotten Adults quest)

slightly more partial to physical touch than verbal affirmation (hugs, hugs, hugs! including the little half-hugs they do where they just run into siffrin's side...)

jabbing siffrin in the stomach as a show of example for touching them LMAO???

recounting stories and information that interests them without regard for how socially appropriate it is or why others may react poorly (ex. talking to the party about how nille ran away with them and why she did)

unspoken guilt and trauma causing disconnection from people they love (siffrin's eye situation)

just a few examples and thoughts i liked

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for mocking my math teacher?

a few months ago my school got a new math teacher. this would be fine, if not for the fact that one of the first things she did was ask me (14M) if something was going on at home. along with this, i wad also severely depressed.

not only that, she had told multiple kids that ADHD is not real/that its a myth. my friend (14F, we'll call her c) and i both have adhd, along with many other kids in our class. she just very clearly does not know how to teach neurodivergent kids and it pisses me off every day.

i also had a conversation with her that was like

her: youve been slacking... somethings been off these last few weeks...

me: yeah i did stop taking my adhd meds recently

her: nonono it was a few weeks ago

me: yeah i stopped taking them. a few weeks ago.

her: why?:(

me: well they stopped me from eating so

and she just. walked away😭

so today c and i were sat next to eachother, and c goes to get help with a problem we were both struggling on. c comes back and sits down without a word. a few minutes later, i notice the teacher is basically yelling across the room at c and gaslighting her. telling her that she hadnt said anything about the problem being wrong, blah blah blah.

so a bit later into the class, this teacher comes over to our desk to help me, and says something along the lines of "you guys were talking earlier, you need to focus more ill move you so you can focus better if you dont stop talking" ect ect. c speaks up and says "well its hard for me to focus anywhere" and the teacher just. denies her?? so i say "well we have attention deficit hyperactive disorder so its not really something we can control" and she just kind of. disagrees?? it was weird idk anyways she starts walking away and im mocking her in a low voice which i understand wasnt a great choice but also. she was being a bitch. so she turns around and says "see me after class you two..." like damn okay.

c is also an overachiever so she often goes in for help and a few times shes just been denied help and like ??? you literally offered her help why are you now taking this back

this teacher has also given us a test on the ladt day of the quarter on something that we had been learning for maybe a week or so and it was worth 100 points (tests = 90% of our grade, hw = 10%)

i understand that mocking isnt a great thing to do but this woman has hated me from day one so aita

[dreamii-yume]

I’ve been obsessed with the classic Teacher/Student trope lately, I think the Hentii ASMR is getting to me—But like they were cooking with the Yandere-Menhera-Student-Obsessed-With-Their-Teacher trope???🧎‍♀️

Have I talked about this before? Have I wrote a fic about this before? I’m sorry if I did, I don’t have a very good memory—But I’ve always been a fan of the age gap trope in Yandere fics, because it will almost always lead to the Yandere having some sort of unresolved Daddy/Mommy issues that only their Teachers could “solve” lol

Imagine your typical quiet kid—Everyone labels them as the weird kid, has absolutely no social presence, and even bullying them isn’t even worth it, so they’re alone most of the time. They don’t do bad at school, but not very well either, they’re almost invisible in terms of everything else. As the kind teacher that you are, you wondered if there’s anything you could do for them, to maybe help improve their student life. Maybe there’s some things going on back at home that you can maybe help out with…So, you called them to talk to you after school, like some sort of counseling session where you hoped that they could talk to you a little.

They’re very difficult to open up, mostly answers your question with a simple yes or a no—Most of the time, they’d just shake or nod their head. They’re not very vocal about what they want, but it’s clear that something is bothering them, they just don’t want to tell you. Obviously, they’re on their guard, they don’t trust you just yet.

So, you swore to them with a smile as honest as the sun that everything they tell you would be confidential, that no one will be hearing about it but you. You also gave them the option to not talk if they really don’t want to, it’s not like you wanted to pressure them after all—You just wanted them to know that you see them and their struggles, and wanted them to know that they have you as an option to come and talk with if something is truly wrong.

Because of this, they considered talking more, sitting down and finding their momentum to tell you some things about themselves and their worries. Most of the time it’s a family issue, maybe an abusive or neglectful household that forced them to close themselves off the world. But that alone tells you one thing as a teacher and it’s that they’re just really lonely—It’s sad to see a student of yours suffer in silence like this, so you offer them your shoulder. You told them that you have their backs whenever they need it, and you’ll try your best to help out.

It took a while, but you’ve reached a point where they began to trust you and you see improvements in them as a result of that. You’ve come to learn that they enjoyed getting praised, probably because it’s something that they rarely ever got growing up. They’ve become more active in class because of this, you’d reward them with a pat on the head and smile, saying “Good job! Keep it up!” and that would be enough to make them happy. During class, they would raise their hand more often, answering your questions in hopes that if you they get them right, you’ll do the same thing. It’s like…training a dog almost.

You were glad that his grades and mood are improving, the students in class are slowly starting to accept him too. It’s a joy for any teacher to know that they’ve contributed to this kind of development towards what most people call a “lost cause of a student”. But it’s because you believed that they’re not that you could truly enjoy seeing them flourish kike this.

But along with academical development, you wished they’d be more involved with the other students too, since others have been talking to them lately. But perhaps, maybe old habits die hard when they’d reject all their offers of friendship and clubs to go straight to your office after class. You didn’t mind it at first, since you were the one who offered your services to them in the first place, but sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all a good idea. Should they make visiting you after school a habit? You don’t want to make it seem like you’re forcing them to be here.

But they just seem so happy to be hanging out with you, talking and occassionally helping you out with paper works. It’s not like there was anything necessarily wrong for what he was doing either, but you would’ve preferred if they would’ve use this free time to make friends other than yourself! They told you once that the reason that they visit you here after school, other than spending time with you, is because they don’t feel like going home yet—And knowing his troubled household, how can you say anything against that?

“Friends…? Why would I need others when I already have you, Teacher?”

That was the first time you realized something was wrong with them, that along with their positive improvements, lies a deep, dark mindset forming in their brains. They’re attached to you in the worse way possible, and your heart dropped upon realizing it too late. In make sense if you really think about it—No one had ever given them a chance before, no one made an effort to understand them better but you. Of course they wouldn’t want to interact with the people who never even spare them a glance before, and now, all the attention he has would be all for you…You, their teacher, who gave them the love and validation they always wanted from someone.

But that’s not right. It’s morally incorrect…But seeing him right now, you don’t have it in you to break their heart. Especially when you were the one who gave him this hope in the first place.

Honestly, you should’ve seen this coming from way before, the signs were already there. Especially when one time, they whispered to themselves of how nice it would’ve been if they were born as your child instead. Maybe then, they would’ve felt what it’s like to be properly loved at such a young age. Maybe then, they would’ve been a lot more happier and not end up this way—You ended up taking this as a compliment before, and thanked them instead for thinking that way about you. You never thought they meant it a different way.

You treat your students equally without showing signs of favoritism with anyone, but this Yandere Student seemed to have deluded themselves into thinking that they’re your special ones. So, when they see you acting the same cheerful way with another student, their jealousy is unbearable. They’d confront you about it in private, practically on the verge of tears as they claim to not understand why you can’t be their one emotional-support teacher, and not share you with others. They say that they are willing to be yours and only yours, so why can’t you do the same for them?

They refuse to let go of you, physically and emotionally—Even going as far as to threaten to harm themselves if you even dare to abandon them. As a teacher, you are horrified of the thought, and is forced to comfort them about their delusions, swearing that you won’t go anywhere and that you’ll always take care of them—As long they don’t do all those reckless stuff, just be a good student.

Your Yandere Student is too mentally unstable to understand that you’re just saying all that to calm them down, so they’re happy as they hug you tight. They make you promise that even after they graduate, you’ll stay with them forever, right? They don’t need other people’s love but yours, and they’ll make it so that you wouldn’t need others love but theirs too.

You are going to take responsibility for the hungry monster that you created out of them, Teacher.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

I have more ideas to share about different types of Yandere Students! I just want to really share this one in particular, because I can’t be the only who really loves the menhera trope, right?

…Right!?

[fvzzyelf]

New AU: Kurt Wagner - Oscar nominated actor ... MISSING?

Born to the Baron Wagner and his late wife, Kurt was raised mostly by nannies and the household staff until he was old enough to send away to boarding school in england.

He was not born mutated and thus when Mystique left she did not take him with her, knowing that a life with the Baron would give him a better chance than what she could offer just then. However, when puberty hit Kurt never mutated, not even duress from the new school and the stress of trying to make friends with those who were not too keen on the new kid.

Maybe because his plight wasn't nearly as bad as others, given his nobility and his looks, as he was considered from a young age to be extremely handsome. His confidence grew as did his popularity, with a natural charm and puckish, devil-may-care attitude that had even teachers struggling to stay angry with him for long when he pulled some prank or broke a rule.

His calling came to him when he turned fifteen and joined a drama club to satisfy certain requirements for his courses. Kurt excelled and found he loved the stage, even if his father did not approve. It wouldn't much matter though as his father was too busy and often didn't care enough as long as Kurt was making the kind of grades that would put him through to Oxford. Or perhaps closer to home, TU Munich.

Kurt might have been forced to do a normal degree if his father had not passed away from a heart attack when Kurt was only eighteen. The businesses that Baron Wagner ran were easily run by their CEOs and boards and most other wealth came from land owned by his family still.

It allowed Kurt the freedom to choose to study drama at Oxford school of drama and he was very quickly discovered, making his debut in an HBO series at the young age of twenty-three.

Doors opened for him left and right and by the age of twenty-nine he was oscar nominated for best actor once and best supporting actor twice.

But when he turned thirty... everything changed. There was no explanation for it, only that it was something in his biology that triggered the x-gene that had laid dormant for so long. It happened when he was on his way to set in London and saw a child running out onto the street after a lost toy dropped while crossing.

Kurt didn't think twice about running at her and scooping her up just as a car came barreling through the crosswalk. They might have both died had he not suddenly teleported them from the middle of the crosswalk to the sidewalk by her screaming mother.

A mother that continued to scream when she saw her child was being held by what appeared to be a demon.

Kurt panicked. He felt the change, the sudden painful way his body morphology changed, and he was still changing when he fell to ground and released the little girl. Fur ripped through his skin, thick and blue. His ears grew, teeth ached from the sudden sprouting of fanged canines, and his spine burned painfully as his bones re-aligned themselves and sprouted at the tailbone... an actual tail.

Kurt Wagner disappeared. Or rather, the demon that saved a child did, only managing to get to his apartment by thinking desperately of how he was to get home and suddenly ending up there in a plume of noxious smoke.

His mutant gift alerted Cerebro and he was sought out by Xavier and his team, though none of them expected this new mutant to be a grown man, let alone someone so incredibly famous and known very much so for NOT being a mutant but a normal man.

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AU headcanons thus far: Kurt's accent isn't nearly as thick as he spent years in England for schooling and then for his work. Kurt has made the world question where he really is as he even his agents have no idea. He has dropped all upcoming roles and believes his career is over.

He is extremely depressed about that but slowly finding himself again with his new gifts.

He is much more sensitive to his looks and is very surprised anytime someone genuinely thinks he is still handsome.

Eventually Forge makes him an inducer and he attempts to go back to acting but For Reasons this doesn't work out as planned (the inducer can't hide how it feels to touch him so any scenes where he has to be touched are impossible, for example).

He may decide he has a duty to something beyond acting and that is to his fellow mutants, as he gets to know his new found family.

[littleprincessfawn]

Biggggg post about my kiddo and his troubles with school

Okay my kiddo is home today (school refusal) 😭

(Oh I wanna say a little about it, apparently. )

My kid has been struggling with school refusal, being unable to get in to school or having panic attacks when there, for a few years now. It's getting to the point I'm close to pulling him out to homeschool him. School refusal is very misunderstood. I used to have days as a kid where I didn't want to go to school and chucked a sickie. But with school refusal it's way more than not wanting to go to school, it's like a huge dread, like anxiety or panic attacks I think maybe, and it's very complex.

Here's a link to a great doco about it which mirrors my experiences:

(More words under the cut)

Later in the week I'll be going in to have a chat with the school and see what help they can offer, apparently they do have things they can do e.g. counseling/psychology sessions? The old inclusion support teacher has moved on to another school and the new one is actually really proactive and communicating with me and my kids dad and trying to help find a solution, for which I am VERY grateful because yes I will homeschool if needed but gosh it would be better for my child in SO many ways if we could make school work for him! Let's at least try something before throwing in the towel, and the old inclusion teacher seemed to just kinda... shrug and then the other teachers said I needed to be more positive and made out everything was my fault like no, my child is curled up a ball on the floor whimpering and repeating 'I hate school, I hate this, I hate everything, I can't, I can't do this anymore, I can't do this anymore,' that's not a me thing, that's an autistic and struggling kid thing.

I loved school as a kid (it was my refuge from an abusive childhood) despite being bullied as a kid, so it hurts that the school staff sometimes are trying to treat me like an enemy rather than work together as a team for the good of my kid. This new inclusion teacher seems great so I'm holding hope out. My kids classroom teacher this year is also amazing, but obviously my child needs extra help that currently he's just not getting. She's a great teacher though, she mentioned to me her main goal is improving his confidence which I was thinking YES this is the way. She gets it.

My kid is incredibly bright, is autistic, is extremely gifted in mathematics, has an IQ of 146, struggles a LOT with spelling and low confidence and perfectionism. He just needs to be extended in maths/engineering/science areas (which he does himself via YouTube but I'd ideally like to get a tutor in) and needs to be supported with his spelling to get over the issues he's having so he can communicate and participate in the classroom! He knows I love him, and he loves feeling 'safe' and staying home with me is his comfort zone. He's an only child (that wasn't how I planned it 😭 but it's how it wound up) and he doesn't socialize much with other kids, they like him but he's aloof, not in a mean way just in an autistic 'I don't really wanna socialise the way the other kids want to' way. I need to get him hooked up with more autistic peers. He's got a couple of school buddies with ADHD and as always the ADHD + Autism friendship trope proves true (me being ADHD and having MANY autistic buddies). His kindergarten teacher used to fondly call him her 'little engineer'.

He's the absolute light of my life and my favourite human in the galaxy. He and I have this amazing bond, we giggle together, 'thick as thieves', are creative together, give hugs often, and just straight up love each other. So please don't read this post and think I'm saying my autistic kid is a burden. He's not at all a burden he's my ultimate blessing and he is my reason I don't give up and keep fighting my own battles, and fight his too when needed. One time he said 'You're my samurai, Mummy,' and that's awesome and that's what motherhood is.

I'm gonna fight for him to have a school environment he can learn in, and do everything I can to get him the help he deserves. If after that school still doesn't work, I will home school him, but I want to try for school to work for him first, it'd be so great if we could. And on the days he's home with me I will help him with his spelling, his confidence, let him to follow his special interests and make his complex puzzles and maths problems. He's my everything.

[delicatechildwitch]

Name: Caramel

Nicknames: Glitzy, Crumb

Age: 19

Pronouns: she/her

Occupation: Information broker

Favorite foods: Flan, enchiladas, anything that looks fancy, (Oozesquitos? I think it would be very funny for her to just eat them like candy, but I don't know if she would double mutate from it and I don't want that to happen.)

Favorite color: Orange

Personality: Caramel is very expressive. She has a soft spot for young mutants, and doesn't want them to be forced into working for a meal like her. She very much likes people and would love to chat away with them, but the nature of her job leaves her reserved and paranoid. If she had friends, she might have to sell them out. Or, perhaps, they would sell her out. She's clever and good at negotiating a deal. She personally believes that mutating is bad and will prevent a mutation if she can. On the job, Caramel masks her emotions, and is very steady and dependable.

Fun facts:

Caramel spends her spare time in the library, trying to learn more.

Her nickname Glitzy comes from what Big Mama said about her yellow markings when they first met. Crumb came from a kid who couldn't pronounce her name.

Caramel doesn't have a home, instead switching to different temporary safe houses to keep others from easily locating her.

Caramel can still talk using frog noises.

She can also climb walls and jump very high.

She made her mask to keep herself from being easily recognized.

She also made it bird shaped because she thinks birds are scary.

Caramel wants to be hugged very, very badly.

Backstory:

Caramel was the class pet of a special needs science class. She was bought to help students learn about biology. The teacher named her Caramel, because she looked a bit like melting sugar, but a few of the kids struggled to say her name so they called her Crumb instead.

One day, one of the kids accidentally let Caramel escape. She somehow ended up in the Hidden City, where she stumbled upon Draxum making oozesquitos and she ate some and mutated.

She tried to go back home, but found that the teacher was terrified of her now. She ended up hiding in the school and learning along with the students, but in the end, the school realized food was going missing and made preventative measures to keep the food from being stolen, so she went back to the Hidden City.

She used her skills from hiding at the school and her natural frog talents to get into a lot of places she wasn't supposed to, stealing enough food to survive.

Her skills were caught by Big Mama, who quickly recognized that she wasn't Yokai and offered her a deal. Use her skills to get things Big Mama wanted and she'd be rewarded. Quickly, Caramel realized she'd rather not agree blindly to this and negotiated to instead steal information. She also managed to not be forced into a contract and instead be hired on a case-by-case basis. She told Big Mama how she was mutated to get her to be let lose and escape.

Caramel, recognizing this as an opportunity, began selling her services using the name 'Glitzy', not wanting her employers to call her by her real name. She bought swords and a mask and various locks and found people willing to teach her lockpicking (probably the Mud Dogs) and enough sword fighting (someone else) to keep herself safe in case of emergencies.

She often keeps Big Mama informed of the activities of her employees and is responsible for most, if not all, the blackmail Big Mama uses.

In addition to selling information to Big Mama, she likely informs a lot of other people, for instance, she's paid by the Hidden City police, and by a lot of smaller crooks.

(She doesn't give out information surrounding what she's hired for. For instance, if she's hired to find information that results in a crime, she doesn't use that information to then sell to the police, she instead tells them she can't for confidentiality reasons.)

Small tidbit, but Caramel was a part of @mochi-myles Citrus's story. She was paid to watch Mrs. Winters' cafe and give the rival cafe a good time to ransack the place as well as information on any codes or how to deactivate any other security measures. This is probably why the rival cafe wasn't arrested. They weren't caught and Caramel couldn't give the police information about the crime.

[boyd-connors]

— GUIDANCE

It was the first time Boyd had ever been asked to speak with Mattie’s teacher outside the regular, twice-yearly parent/teacher conferences. He attributed it more to his daughter’s nature than any outstanding parenting on his part, but Mattie had always been a good student — attentive, bright, and courteous. The only thing ever vaguely approaching concern from her teachers was that she occasionally lacked confidence, but all things considered, the feedback tended towards ‘whatever you’re doing, keep up the good work.’ As a single father who was often the youngest on ‘Bring Your Parent to School Day,’ he needed all the validation he could get.

But Boyd had a feeling he knew what the topic of conversation would be as soon as Mrs. Wheeler singled him out in the pick-up line. And it wouldn’t be to tell him he was doing such a great job...

“Mr. Connors, mind if we have a quick word?”

He’d expected to be led back to her classroom, to sit down at the tiny desk with Mattie’s colorful nametag taped up in the left corner, and be told what he already knew in an incriminating tone. ‘Matilda’s grades have been slipping. She’s struggling to keep up. Is something going on at home?’ And then he’d have to shamefully explain that no, nothing was happening, except that it was. That Mattie’s mother was back, and he hadn’t the nerve to tell her, but the girl was too perceptive not to know something was wrong. The very thought was humiliating, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t feel judged enough for his situation without being called a bad father on top of everything else.

But instead they took an unfamiliar route, stopping outside a door with a placard proclaiming it led to the office of Howard Katcher, Guidance Counselor.

Boyd stepped in like a child being sent to the principal’s office, expecting a stern-faced man behind an intimidating desk, all dark wood and leather in way that reeked of scholarly excellence. He’d never had to see either the principal or the guidance counselor in his own schooling career, so his expectation was based largely on what he’d seen in movies, the high school dramas of his youth where any authority figure was an automatic threat. Instead, the room was pleasantly cozy, a small desk tucked in the corner while the majority of the room was left occupied by a group of comfy-looking chairs and sofas. The man he could only assume was Howard Katcher, Guidance Counselor was hunched over his desk, but looked up and approached brightly as soon as he heard the door open.

“Mr. Connors! Nice to meet you. Please call me Howie,” the man greeted, and even if Boyd hadn’t been meeting him under these precise circumstances, he would have immediately guessed this was the sort of man who worked with children for a living. Though he must have been in his late 50′s at least, Howie radiated youthful energy, his wispy hair and sweater vest rumpled in a way that set forth a sudden, vivid image of an exasperated wife who sent him out into the world everyday knowing all her hard work to make her husband presentable would go completely to shit the second there was a kid in need of cheering up. Despite himself, Boyd immediately liked the man, and found himself responding, “call me Boyd” as they shook hands.

The three of them — Boyd, Mrs. Wheeler, and Howie — all sat facing each other in the collection of couches, Boyd feeling like an island sat on one all alone. He looked between the two educators, wondering who would start, or if he was expected to ask before they began.

“Mr. Connors,” Mrs. Wheeler started, her face kind, but impassive. “Boyd,” she ventured again, and he felt his stomach swoop. It had seemed like the polite thing to do, to offer up a more informal greeting, but it sounded wrong on her tongue — like she was only saying it to soften a later blow. “I’m sure you are aware that Matilda has been struggling in class. Her test scores have dipped, but more troubling, she’s having difficulty focusing during lessons. She’s stopped participating and, at times, it seems as though she’s not paying attention at all.”

She paused, allowing this information to sink in. Boyd felt the sudden urge like he needed to defend his daughter, and himself by extension. “It’s- been a weird time. I mean, the holidays and... I should probably be better about enforcing her bedtime, and some mornings I’m too tired to make her a proper breakfast...” It sounded as lame to him as he was sure it did to them, and he petered out as he watched them exchange furtive glances.

“Boyd,” Howie said, his face full of sympathy — and okay, he took it back, Boyd didn’t like him at all... “We’re not here to point fingers. In fact, we believe we may know what’s the cause of this behavior.” Boyd’s face no doubt looked stricken as he imagined for a moment Nadia storming the school, demanding to see her daughter. Would she really be so bold? But no, Nadia didn’t seem to care nearly enough, and surely the school would have call him immediately if she had. But he didn’t put it past her to try something more insidious, and the thought put him even more on edge...

“As you may know, we’re required to do routine audiology testing,” the guidance counselor continued. “Matilda was tested last year, but in light of her recent performance, we thought it best to test her again. I’m sorry to say, there’s evidence of significant hearing loss.”

Boyd had been so wrapped up in his thoughts of Nadia, expecting this conversation to go a certain way, that the words significant hearing loss hit him like an unexpected freight train. “I’m sorry — h-hearing loss?” he stuttered.

“We can’t say for certain until you’re able to see a specialist — we have a list of wonderful audiologists we can refer you to — but given everything we do know, we have reason to believe this may be the root of it.”

“Hearing loss,” Boyd repeated, the words echoing dully behind the sudden thud of blood rushing through his ears. “Like, you’re saying that she’s deaf?” Mattie, his Mattie, she couldn’t be deaf — he talked to her all the time. She was perfectly healthy...

“No, not exactly,” Howie replied. “Certainly not now, and I’m not qualified to know to what extent it is or may one day be. I can only tell you that there are signs, and it’s my recommendation that you get her in to see a doctor as soon as you’re able.”

“Are you serious?” Boyd asked, the words coming out on a disbelieving chuckle. He still — it didn’t make sense to him. Mattie was fine. She’d been distracted lately, but that was his fault. 

“I understand this may be hard to process, and we’re only at the beginning of a potentially long road. We can give you some resources to look over, set a time to discuss once you’ve had a chance to read them. Our focus is getting Matilda the support she needs. I’m sure we can all agree that’s our most important goal.”

We... Our... Boyd got the distinct sense he was being pyschologized, and if the inclusive language was supposed to make him feel better, it did anything but. He was the one who would have to deal with the fallout — and with everything else going on, he wasn’t sure he could handle anything more. A child with special needs... It didn’t seem possible when not even an hour ago, Mattie had been perfectly normal.

“... Is Mattie gonna be okay?” he asked finally. He knew that perhaps these two wouldn’t be able to answer that question, but he asked it anyway. He felt too numb for anything else, and he needed that reassurance. As a father, he tried his hardest to protect his daughter from the worst that life could throw at her, but he couldn’t protect her from this.

“We have no reason to believe she won’t be. There will be an adjustment, but there’s lots of resources we have at our disposal.” Resources, Boyd thought, those would cost money. There wasn’t a price tag he wouldn’t pay for his daughter’s well-being, but he was strapped enough as it was. How would he be able to provide for her the way she needed? No doubt the concern showed on his face because Howie continued, “Boyd, it’s clear you love your daughter. That’s what’s most important. As scary as this is, it’s probably tenfold for her. We need to take this one step at a time. There’s no need to panic. Why don’t you take the material, read it over, and we can talk again soon?”

Boyd simply nodded, too afraid of what time come out if he tried to speak. Most likely it would be nothing more than a sob, and the last thing he needed right now was to completely fall apart. Instead, he numbly accepted the pamphlets that were handed to him, a tremulous smile the only acknowledgment as Howie said his goodbyes.

Mattie waited for him on a bench near the front door, her legs idly kicking out beneath her while she waited. Boyd didn’t say a thing, just scooped her up into his arms, holding her for as long as she’d allow.

“Ok, daddy. Time to go home now.”

[flannel-cladpika]

Aizawa Shouta x F! Reader - Her Birthday

A/N: Wanted to do a fic for Eri’s Birthday (Dec. 21st), but still wanted to write a semi-romantic fic. Figured I’d write some Aizawa fluff with it. I had PLANNED to upload this yesterday, but I forgot TT^TT

TW: Fluff, Mentions of Eri’s past

The day your husband Shouta brought the little slate-haired girl home, was the day you decided to become a mother.

You always feared having your own children, as you knew your parents had struggled greatly with raising you due to your very destructive quirk.

“Fade”. That was your quirk. You could make anything you touched fade away until it was nonexistent. Anything. From people to airliners. The larger the object was, the longer it took for it to fade. You could undo the process up until the object was completely gone. Once it was gone, you couldn’t bring it back.

You had to start quirk training almost immediately after your power manifested at the age of 5, and it was extremely difficult. Your parents didn’t want to put you through the training, but they knew if they didn’t, you’d have to be in isolation for the rest of your life. It was during your training that you decided to become a pro-hero, wanting to use your abilities to help others and prove that your power could be used for good.

So, you went to UA and unsurprisingly, got into the Hero Course. That was where you met Aizawa Shouta. 

You two started off as just classmates who were frequently paired up as sparing partners. You both grew closer as time went on, finding that you actually had a lot in common. Gradually, you two became close friends, often staying in the dorms to watch bad horror movies while your peers went out to parties.

Towards the end of 3rd year, Aizawa asked you out. He’d asked in his usual deadpan manner, but you could tell he was nervous since the tips of his ears were tinged pink. You happily said yes to his offer. It was one of the best things you’d ever agreed to.

After about 3 years of dating, you both started discussing your futures and what you wanted from the relationship. You admitted that while you liked kids, you don’t want to have any of your own, at least any biological ones. Shouta respected your decision, and said that he understood after you explained why.

He proposed about a week later when you two were out on a walk through a nearby forest.

It was mid-December and the snow was falling gently, making everything look like a snow globe. You two were bundled up in winter coats and scarves, walking together in your thick boots with your gloved hands intertwined as you talked about your next patrol.

The black-haired man had stopped walking for a moment and dug around in his coat pocket. You raised a brow in confusion before he pulled out a small velvet box.

“I know we’ve already talked about this, but I felt that I should try to be romantic about it. (L/n) (Y/n), will you marry me?” he asked rather calmly, still standing as he opened the box to reveal a simple engagement ring with a small red stone embedded in it. It was perfect.

You chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to be down on one knee?” you asked teasingly.

The man rolled his eyes. “I may love you, but I’m not kneeling down into 20 centimeters of snow for this. Now will you just say yes so I can stop carrying around this ring?” he said, a hint of humor in his tone.

You laughed at his words. “Fine, fine. I do.” you replied, removing your left glove to allow him access to your hand.

You smiled as Shouta easily took the band of silver out of the satin cushion and slipped it onto your ring finger.

You immediately tackle-hugged him, laughing at his grunt of surprise as he barely caught you. The man let out a sigh of relief from not falling and brought his arms to encircle your waist.

-Timeskip-

Almost a decade later, you and Shouta had been married for a while and had taken up positions at UA. 

He had chosen to be a homeroom teacher, and you had decided to teach Japanese Literature. The staff and students knew of your relationship (Shouta had threatened Mineta with a horribly painful death the first/last time the little perv said something lewd about you), but you often told them to call you by your first name since they already had a teacher named Aizawa.

You had been busy watching over Class 1-A while your husband was on a mission to rescue a little girl from the Shie Hassaikai syndicate. You asked to go, not wanting Shouta to come back in a full body cast. However, it was determined that you should stay at the dorms incase an attack was carried out while the raid was going on.

A few hours after when you knew the raid was going to start, you got a call from your spouse. He sounded more sullen than you’d ever heard him and his breathing was shaky.

“Shouta....? Honey, are you ok? What happened? Did you manage to get to her?” you asked, worry saturating your voice.

The male on the other end let out a sigh of exhaustion. “Yeah, we got her, but her quirk is extremely powerful and dangerous, especially since it seems she’s never known how to use or control it. She’ll be here for a few days so they can monitor her condition. I’m gonna have to be here so I can cancel her quirk when necessary.” he said calmly, though you could tell he had more he wanted to say, but didn’t have the energy to. 

“Hey, hey...sweetheart, I know you’ve gone through a lot, okay? You can tell me everything after you get some rest, ok? I’ll see you when you get home, alright?” you offered, keeping your tone soft.

You heard a small sound of relief come from the other end of the line.

“Thank you, hon. It’s just, well...” Aizawa began.

He then proceeded to tell you everything about the mission. The injuries sustained by the male students, finding out about Eri’s previous living conditions, Togata’s (hopefully temporary) loss of his quirk, and even Sir Nighteye’s passing. 

Shouta sounded distraught and upset, and rightfully so. It seemed like he was just barely holding it together. Everything he’d told you and his reactions made you wish you could’ve been there to aid in the fight. But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Your spouse and his wellbeing were more important than your ‘what if’s.

“Shou...I’m here. I’m right here. I’ll be here when you’re ready to come home, ok?” you said softly.

“I know. Thank you, kitten.” the male voiced, sounding genuinely grateful for your reassurance.

It was a few days, (maybe even a week or two, you honestly couldn’t tell anymore), before Shouta returned from the hospital. You were about to rush into his arms when you suddenly noticed a little girl hiding behind him. You raised your brows in confusion until it clicked. This child must be Eri.

You knelt down and smiled softly as you looked at the young girl who was mostly hidden by your husband’s legs.

“Hello, Eri. I’m Aizawa (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you.” you spoke gently, as though you were talking to a wounded animal.

The small child seemed very timid, hiding further behind your spouse without ever making eye contact with you. You were saddened by her actions, knowing that she had been horribly treated by her previous ���guardian’ and was probably not used to people being genuinely nice to her.

You decided to instead walk up to Shouta, giving him a hug and a quick peck on the lips.

“Glad you’re back.” you said with a small smile. 

The obsidian-haired male hugged back, resting his chin on your shoulder, taking in your familiar and comforting scent. He had really missed you. You always managed to calm his nerves with your presence.

He pulled away slowly, stepping to the side to give you a full view of the small child hiding behind him.

“As you already know, this is Eri.” the man said in a nonchalant tone.

You gazed at the young girl. Now that you could get a better look at her, you realized she was even more adorable than you had initially thought. 

Her gray-blue hair reached the middle of her back, making her look even smaller, which was saying something, as she seemed to be barely more than a meter tall. She also had a very cute little beige horn sticking out from the right side of her forehead.

The small girl then brought her eyes up to meet your gaze. You were in awe of her eyes. They were a shade of crimson that reminded you of dazzling rubies. However, you were quickly caught off guard by the look of worry in them.

You backed up, giving the young one plenty of room. 

“Hey, Eri. You wanna know a secret?” you asked in a hushed tone.

The small girl nodded, a spark of hope in her eyes.

“My quirk was also hard to control when I was your age. But, thanks to the support from my family and friends, I was able to learn how to control it. Now, I’m a pro-hero!” you said with a smile.

Eri didn’t smile, but her eyes were twinkling in awe. She looked like she wanted to smile, but didn’t know how. That was a heartbreaking realization.

That was the moment you knew you would do anything for the little girl before you. She deserved a good home and life of happiness, and you hoped to help her with that. You had wanted to be a mom, but knew you couldn’t stand the idea of possibly passing your terrifying quirk onto your children. 

However, you never said you were against adoption.

You turned to Shouta, who had been watching the whole exchange, thinking of how you two looked like a mother and her young daughter. You grinned gleefully before turning your gaze back to Eri.

“Are you hungry, Eri?” you asked kindly.

The vermillion-eyed girl nodded shyly. You had to hold in your squeal at her extreme cuteness.

“Okay. Do you have any favorite foods?” you questioned.

She shook her head. You smiled as an idea came to you. 

“Alright, then! How about I make us some barbeque pork buns?” you offered. It was one your best dishes, although it definitely took some work. Thankfully, you already had everything for them, as you had planned to make some yesterday, but became too tired after breaking up a fight between Bakugou and Todoroki.

The girl looked confused. She must have had no idea what those were.

“They’re very tasty, I promise!” you said proudly. 

She nodded hesitantly and followed you into the building you’d come from.

-Timeskip- Some months later -

Eri had finally started settling in, and it was wonderful.

She was starting to open up and not shy away from others so much. She started smiling and really enjoyed spending time with Midoriya and Togata.

You and Shouta had been making sure she was drinking water and eating properly. You both would try to spend as much time as you could with her to help ease her transition into your shared home.

You had taken a break from the classroom to watch over Eri, spending most days with her in the common room, watching funny movies and a lot of Studio Ghibli. 

Sometimes, you would let her assist you in making lunch or dinner, which she was very hesitant about at the beginning. However, she was overjoyed the first time she gave Shouta a bento that she had managed to make on her own (with some help from you, of course).

Your heart broke when Eri asked you why birthdays were celebrated when you threw a party for Shouta over a month prior to her own.

You knelt down to the ruby-eyed girl’s level. 

“We celebrate someone’s birthday to show how grateful we are that that person was born and is in our lives. We celebrate the past year and all the memories we made with them. We wish them a happy birthday as a way to say that we hope they enjoy their special day.” you explained, trying not to get teary eyed at the thought of how horrible her past was that she didn’t even know about birthdays.

The girl's face then took on a look of realization and she ran over to Shouta, hugging him and wishing him a happy birthday.

Eventually, Eri’s birthday came around and you decided to throw a little party for her, inviting only Shouta, Midoriya, and Togata. You kept the party small and told Eri ahead of time so as to not surprise or scare her, as she was still a bit skittish.

The bluish-gray haired girl had wanted to assist you with the party in any way she could, even though you tried explaining to her that it was her party and she didn’t need to help. However, the young girl was adamant about aiding you. Her stubbornness was starting to remind you of your husband...

Eventually, you gave in, and allowed the little girl to assist you. She was the taste-tester for the strawberry cake and the whipped vanilla frosting, helped you put up snowflake wall-stickers, and even set the table, with a bit of instructing from you.

You had gotten out the roll of streamers when the front doors opened, letting in some cold December flurries as the wind blew in a few snowflakes.

“I believe I heard it was somebody’s birthday today!” a boisterously cheery voice exclaimed, the sound of boots being removed accompanying it.

Scarlett eyes lit up as the sound of a small pair of feet running filled the air. 

“Lemillion!” Eri cried out happily, bounding into said male’s awaiting arms.

“Hey there, tiger! Happy Birthday!” the blonde said cheerily, scooping up the small child and twirling her around before setting her back on the floor.

You grinned at the adorable sight.

“Hello Mrs. Aizawa. We thought we’d stop by and help with preparations.” you heard a familiar voice say. You soon saw a head of emerald hair peek out from over the tall blonde’s shoulder before the owner of said hair stepped to the side and took off his boots.

Eri caught sight of the green-eyed boy and hurried towards him as he crouched down to her level. She threw her small arms around his neck and cheered.

“Deku!” she cried gleefully.

Said boy smiled softly and hugged the small child back.

“Hey, Eri! Happy Birthday!" he said with a bright grin.

The young girl pulled away and smiled. 

Your lips were upturned and your eyes softened. These two played a big part in bringing Eri into your life, and you were forever grateful that they were there to help save her.

You chuckled a bit. “You two are a bit late to help with party prep. We already did most of the work. Though, you could put up the streamers if you’d like.” you offered. You knew the two boys would want to be as helpful as possible.

Mirio’s face lit up at your suggestion. “Absolutely! You wanna join me, Midoriya?” 

Said underclassmen nodded his head as he followed after the older boy and they set to work, the front door closing behind him and trapping the warm air inside the building once more.

You grinned as they went to fetch the decorations and then turned your gaze to the guest of honor. 

Eri went up to you and you picked her up like she weighed nothing. You nuzzled your cheek against hers, making funny noises to get her to laugh. She giggled at your antics as you continued to act silly.

Just then, the door re-opened, allowing a sudden gust of cool wind to hit you. You turned your back to the wind, shielding Eri from the unexpected chill that had just invaded the room.

The sound of the door closing made you turn around to face the newcomer. 

Your face then brightened and your lips turned upwards into a gleeful smile. Eri’s expression mirrored yours at the sight of the man.

“Shou, I thought you weren’t going to be here for another 3 hours. You said you had to stay late to grade papers today.” you stated, confused, but nonetheless happy that your husband had arrived earlier than expected.

The black-haired male let out a grumble before replying. “I finished early, so I figured I’d come and help with the set-up.” he said, then noticing the two students putting up the last of the streamers.

“Guess those two beat me to it though.” he said.

You grinned. “Actually, Eri and I did most of the prep. Those two only just got here a few minutes ago.” you stated proudly.

Shouta smiled a little, taking a step forward and patting Eri on the head as he leaned down a bit to look her in the eyes. You could hear the two boys in the background packing up the extra party decorations and looking for a storage closet.

“Is that so? I’ve very proud of you, Eri. You did a great job. Happy Birthday.” he said, sounding genuinely proud of her accomplishments. It was her first time doing any of this, after all.

You fake pouted at his words. “What about me?” you asked jokingly. The crimson-eyed girl in your arms giggled, knowing you weren’t even remotely serious.

Your husband looked up into your (e/c) orbs, the left corner of his lip being tugged upward into a tiny smirk as he straightened up to look at you properly.

“Of course, how could I forget you, love?” he asked playfully, wrapping an arm around you so as to also hold Eri.

“You did a wonderful job, (Y/n).” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

You smiled happily. You’d always wanted to have a family, and now you did. You had a loving husband and a sort-of-but-not-quite adopted daughter, and you were a part-time babysitter/aunt to all of the students in 1-A. 

Did you ever think you’d get to have a family? No.

Were you happy that you were wrong? Absolutely.

“Hey! We’re done with the decorations!” Mirio exclaimed, snapping you from your thoughts. Midoriya was right behind him, waving to his homeroom teacher who had stepped away from you so you could set Eri down.

You grinned. “Alright! Eri, you ready to start?” you asked the young child.

You received a vigorous nod, wide smile, and a happy “Yes!” in response.

“Okay! You heard the girl! Let’s get this party started!” you stated excitedly.

-THE END-

A/N: Like I said, I had hoped to get this out yesterday, ON her birthday, but I forgot due to life-stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading! 

[tnystrk-exe]

Estocolmo

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

Warnings: Smut 18+ thigh riding, fingering, oral, daddy kink, plot to make up for my first attempt at writing smut.

Word count: 6.8k

Chapter One

“Fucking hell.” You sighed as you looked at the still tall stack of essays that needed grading. “I’m never getting through this.”

Your stomach grumbled, signaling it was time for a break. Stretching, the quiet was interrupted by the sound of your bone’s protest from sitting in one position for hours. It was nights like these you had regretted your choices. Sure you had known Professor Jacob loved to torture his students with too much work, but when you took the job as his assistant you assumed that he’d shoulder some of the weight. A ridiculous thought now that you’ve experienced working with him. Why should he even think of grading an assignment when he had a perfect little lackey doing it for him? That was a non question. He had been strict about the work not leaving his office, which meant you had accidentally fallen asleep in his office more than often than you would have liked. The pile of work never seemed to diminish. 

Walking out the office, you thought briefly of the joy you would feel when you’d never have to see it again. These long corridors would be a thing of the past in just a few, short months. Then you’d probably go to the city and struggle for a while but at least you would be free from here. As much as you prided yourself for getting through the first round of college, the walls of the building gave you more of an annoyed feeling than anything. 

Pushing open the door to the teachers lounge, you made a beeline for the fridge. The leftover pizza already seemed like a feast until you noticed it was nowhere to be seen. ���Hannibal,” you whined to the empty room as you closed the fridge. 

“Yes, darling?” 

You startled, immediately turning around to face him, a mischievous smile was plastered on his lips. Usually your missing dinner meant to head over to his office. It wasn���t typical, but the two of you had managed a comfortable friendship between the shared late nights. Though, you suspected he’d stay longer than necessary to accompany you in the empty building. “Would you mind telling me where my dinner went, handsome?” You asked, raising a brow at him.

“Old pizza can hardly be considered dinner. Come,” he motioned to sit next to him at the table, “I’ve got a better meal prepared for you nonetheless.”

“Or maybe you just need to learn to appreciate the simple things,” you quipped as you took your seat.

“And you, the finer.”

You gave him an obvious look over, “I’d say I appreciate you plenty enough.” 

Being so forward wasn’t usually in your cards. However Hannibal had always been a gentleman and it had been fun to tease at him a bit. He never complained, often just acknowledging what you said with a raised brow or chuckle. Still there was always some truth in jokes and you’d be lying to say that he was anything less than tempting. Especially in the dark grey suit and dried blood red shirt of his. ‘No’ wouldn’t come to mind if he ever offered.

“Naughty, Miss LN,” he chided you, “What shall we do with you?”

“What do you want to do with me?”

“Eat your dinner,” he said, humor in his voice as he shook his head.

You choked back a comment about him just wanting to see your mouth stuffed, deciding it was too much of a push. Instead you just opened the lunchbox he placed in front of you. Hannibal watched you expectantly as you took a bite of the meat.

Closing your eyes, you savored the bite. It had been a while since you had something home cooked. “Han... I’m going to miss you most. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you. Delicious, as always.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” He went back to work on his own stack of papers as you ate. “Though, I’m not sure I’m ready to allow you to live off street food once we part.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find me another man that insists on throwing away my perfectly good food to serve me home cooked meals.”

Hannibal left some remarks on a paper before pushing it to the side. “You could always come learn a few things. Maybe I’ll rest better knowing you know how to make yourself a couple of decent meals. Any guesses for the meat?”

It was a strange guessing game, but you indulged him, he was just eccentric. “Oh, definitely human,” you teased, making sure to pick up some spinach and artichoke in the next bite, “Probably had a boring name like David.”

“Close. It was Richard,” he corrected. 

“Beef, it was the Rolex of all farm animals hand picked by you and I’m very grateful you shared some with me,” you smiled at him, “So how are things going with Baltimore?”

“I’ve found a beautiful home. The office, however, seems to be harder to find.”

“I’m sure you’ll find the perfect one.” Your phone started ringing. Grabbing it from your pocket, you looked at the screen. Mom. “They’re making this unnecessarily difficult,” you sighed to yourself. 

Hannibal looked at you with peaked interest as you shut off your phone and pushed it away. “Is something troubling you?”

“My parents aren’t taking too kindly to the no contact rule. It’s the tenth call today.”

“You’ve cut them off?”

“I thought about what you had said,” you shrugged, “I’m tired of always having to get them out of troubles and be their ATM when I don’t have enough for myself. It’s just too much on me right now. Between school assignments, Jacob’s work pile, and my other part time, it’s all just suffocating. They keep trying to use my grandfather’s death as a leverage to make me feel bad about not talking to them now, but they just want some money. I don’t want to feel guilty about this but I can’t help it.”

“Don’t,” he placed his hand over yours, “You deserve to feel taken care of and appreciated. They aren’t providing you with that now. Especially now when they use the death of the person who raised you as leverage,” he shook his head, making a disgusted sound, “It’s for your own well-being that you take some time to breathe and be young. They provide too much stress…” Hannibal fell silent. “I’ve suggested this before but i-“

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “I’m not taking your money. We’re friends. Money complicates things. Muddies the waters.”

“Friends help each other,” he reminded you, “I’ve already told you I wouldn’t want any payment.”

“But I’d still feel like I owe you.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t feel right to me. I’m fine. I promise. Though, if you’re so willing to help me with something, I wouldn’t say no to those cooking lessons. They could be fun.”

He spared you a smile, “It would be my pleasure to teach you what I know.”

“And I’d never deny your pleasure,” your mouth spoke before you could think about it, “Sorry.”

“I don’t deny myself pleasure either,” he said, amused. “You’re fine. Now, how about we meet on Sunday? I’ll have time to figure out a full meal and gather all of the ingredients.”

“Great!” You ignored the heat that still lingered on your face, “I- um, do you need me to bring anything?”

“Nothing at all, I’ll make sure to take care of everything. All you need to do, sweet girl, is bring yourself and an appetite.”

You stifled a pleased smile at the term of affection. “I’ll make sure to do that,” sparing a glance to the clock, you frowned, “I should probably get back to work on those essays.”

“Why don’t we work on them together?” He suggested. “My colleague is notorious for drowning you in his work. I can help you sort through it all and you can have a restful Saturday without Micheal’s added stress.”

“I really can’t ask that of you. You already have enough work as it is.”

“We’ll work together. First your work, then mine. What happened to never denying my pleasure?” 

Your eyes widened, but you laughed all the same. Maybe a while more in his company wouldn’t be so bad. “Fine. Hold me to my words, but it’s only going to cause you a headache. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. These new kids are… something else.”

“They’re nothing,” he stood, grabbing his papers in one hand, “Meet me in my office. We can be more comfortable there and I may have stowed away a bottle of wine.”

“What would I do without you Doctor Lecter?”

-

“You have arrived at your destination,” the robotic voice informed you as you parked.

You took in the mansion of a home. It was too big for someone that lived alone. The thought made you shiver. Homes should be filled with life, not empty space. Then again, he was a fan of dinner parties, extravagant ones at that, so you supposed there was life in those walls on occasion. The home itself reminded you of the houses in old movies. Ones where the lightning would strike at just the right moment as a warning to stay away. But this was real life and there was no lightning, just a sun setting on a near perfect day. 

Without a warning telling you to keep away, you grabbed the gift bag and stepped out of your car. He had said to bring nothing, but you couldn’t resist a simple gift. The ties in the bag had taken out a decent chunk from your pocket, but he deserved them. Between agreeing to give you cooking lessons and helping you out with grading every so often, the simple pieces of fabric meant nothing. Besides, it was a two way gift, he’d get more of the patterned ties he was fond of and you’d get to see him in the darker colors you liked on him, knowing he’d feel compelled to wear them to show you his gratitude.

Knocking on the door, you waited a couple of minutes before he emerged. “YN, just in time. Please, come in,” he stepped to the side, “I’ve looked forward to this all day.”

You smiled and stepped past him. “I have too. Entertained myself a bit today by finding you a gift.” 

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.”

Nervousness bit at you slightly, a bit self conscious they’d be too cheap for his taste. Too late to back out of it, you handed over the bag. “You’ve always been so kind and I really appreciate everything. Let me do something for you.”

He set the bag on the nearby table, laying out the ties to get a better look at them.  “They’re all lovely,” he ran a finger across the fabric of a maroon one, “Fond of me in darker colors, YN?”

“What can I say?” You shrugged, “We catch ourselves spending a lot of time together. Why not make you a decent piece of eye candy?”

“Inappropriate,” he chided you, before signaling you to follow after him.

“You just wear them so well, Doctor Lecter.”

Shrugging off his navy suit coat, he draped it over a chair, making quick work of rolling up his sleeves. “Ready to get your hands dirty, my little sous-chef?”

“What are we making?” You asked, looking at his kitchen wide eyed. It was definitely bigger than your measly studio apartment. 

“Frisee aux lardons, duck with a pomegranate-citrus glaze. I took the liberty of preparing a blood orange sorbet for dessert.”

“I have a proposal.”

“Yes?”

“We don’t do any of that and just have dessert for dinner.”

“No,” he gave you an amused glance, “There’s more pleasure in waiting for things. Why don’t you start washing up the vegetables and I’ll start preparing the duck?”

You stuck your tongue out at his back but set to your work. “This is what I get for befriending a charming old guy.”

“Keep going the way you are and our next meal together will be langue d’Agneau en papillote.”

“That can’t be a threat if I don’t know what that means,” you quipped, setting aside an endive. 

“It means, darling,” he pointed his knife at you, “The fondness I feel for you is an inconvenience. Nonetheless, it’s welcomed.”

You smiled at him brightly, as you brought the washed vegetables over to him. “I’m fond of you too, but you gotta stop flirting and teach me how we’re gonna cook Daffy here.”

He motioned for you to grab a cutting board and a knife of your own. The two of you worked in quiet harmony, occasionally he’d tell you exactly why he was doing something a certain way or just give you simple instructions and let you have a hands on feel of exactly how to prepare something. It was nice to see him in his element. Hannibal seemed much more content in his kitchen than any where you had seen him at the college. Eventually he set his work to the side and washed his hands. 

“You’re cutting them too thick. Thinner is better for this dish.” He stepped behind you, “Do you mind?”

“Go ahead.” You attempted to move to the side, but Hannibal had already caged you in between himself and the counter. His cologne was different from the one you were accustomed to him wearing, but the subtle spice of it gave a more homey feeling to him. 

Hannibal grabbed your hand that had yet to  let go of the knife. He made sure to show you how to cut them the right thickness. “See? A little thing can unbalance everything.”

“Hm,” you hummed, catching yourself relaxed against the man, his frame strong against yours, “I don’t see much of a difference. Pretty sure this is just your variation of a putter.”

“You assume I have hidden motives,” He acknowledged, looking down at you, “And if there were any?”

Taking the bait, you pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw. “I wouldn’t be too upset.”

His head dipped into your shoulder, taking in a breath. “What happened to not wanting to bring on complications in our friendship?”

“We only have weeks left with each other,” you shrugged, “There wouldn’t be any complications. Not really.”

“We really should get back to making our dinner, darling,” he sighed, almost seeming reluctant to pull away, “What else did you did you do today?””

It took you a second to respond, still shaking off the embarrassment. You weren’t sure what had compelled you to do that. When you looked up at him you grimaced. Grabbing a napkin, you carefully wiped away the lingering lipstick. “The ties were the more interesting part of the day, I didn’t plan anything eventful. Honestly most of my day was taken with trying to recall the shop you mentioned that carried the ones you liked.”

He hummed in appreciation, “You also managed to pick out two I have had my eye on. I’ve got new suits coming in soon that will pair perfectly.”

You beamed at that, happy he did actually like what you had chosen. “Lucky guess. It was difficult remembering the ones I had seen you wear.”

Hannibal made to grab some ingredients and set them on the counter near the stove. “Have your parents tried calling you this weekend?”

You sighed, sure you didn’t have to tell him the truth but you wanted to, he had a compelling thing to him that made it easy to just speak. “I sent them money for rent. Which was honestly the dumbest thing I’ve done in a while.”

“It wasn’t idiotic,” he stated, setting to work on making the pomegranate sauce as you watched, “They’re you’re parents. It’s only natural you worry about them. Though, I do worry they’ll think of you as a person that doesn’t stick to her word.”

“I know, I really meant to, but the thought of them out on the street. It’s not my responsibility, but I’m just so used to being their adult.”

“It’s difficult to detransition. You worry for them as they should worry for you.”  He checked over a pan he had been heating, “That’s perfect. If you could please..” Grabbing the plate with the duck you set them on the pan. “With duck it’s important to render off the fat. A low heat is necessary.”

You nodded, “Low and slow, got it... You know, I’m not sure they worry about me at all. I mean- I know they don’t. It should hurt, but it’s just a fact of life.”

“They didn’t give you an opportunity to be a child. When you were supposed to be in the most carefree moments of your life, they burdened you with the responsibilities of an adult.” He held out a spoon with some of the pomegranate sauce for you to taste. “Any pain the notion inflicted on you has been killed with time.”

“There are still moments though. Suppose that’s common enough, isn’t it Doc?” You leaned in, allowing him to feed you, “That tastes amazing. I really should have paid attention.”

“It’s simple, I’ll write it out for you later.” Casting the sauce aside, he set a pot of water to boil. “Very common. We aren’t too dissimilar when it comes to how quickly we had to grow up. Very different reasons, but the fall out isn’t much different. Our paths left us in places where we’re very much alone.”

“What happened?” You asked, realizing that he had known a great deal of your family and you had known nothing more past how his day had gone or his preference of coffee. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t.” Hannibal went to fill two glasses with wine. “I was very young when my parents died. My father had implemented in me that, if anything were to happen, I was to take care of my mother and sister. Which meant I had grown fiercely protective of Mischa when the time came. Soon I was acting more as her father than a brother.”

“Where’s Mischa now?” You asked, knowing at the very least she had to be in her late twenties.

His lips set into a frown, he took a quick drink. “Lost her sometime after. There was a lapse of judgement on my part and she suffered because of it. My days have often been shrouded by the thought that I could have done better by her. The ways I failed burdens me significantly.”

You rubbed his arm sympathetically. “I couldn’t even begin to imagine that pain.”

“It’s something I never wish to experience again. Losing someone you love so dearly, it changes a person.”

“I’m sure you tried your best. You’re a good man. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that when you were so young.”

“You think too highly of me,” he patted your hand on his arm, “Far better than I deserve. Still if my childhood had taught me anything, it’s to value those I hold dear. Such as yourself.” 

“I’m glad we found each other. Even if it is for a short while.” You watched as he stepped back into the rhythm of cooking. Maybe you weren’t any help to him but watching him work was comforting. 

He raised a brow, “Just because the amount of time we physically see each other will diminish, doesn’t mean we need to completely break apart. I’d like to have you at my dinner table later in life.”

“I’d like it if we kept in touch,” you replied, looking at a small box on the counter. The small black beads glimmered in the light, calling at you to take a peek. A neat row of recipe cards in his impeccable penmanship, numbered as high as 120 but there could have been more. “That’s sweet,” you mused, looking at the back of a card, noticing a couple had business cards on them, “You keep track of your friends’ favorites like this?”

“Friends, acquaintances, business partners. It’s difficult remembering everyone’s preferences. When I have dinner parties I like to make sure there’s a bit of something for everyone.”

“Hm, well I’m sorry I don’t have a card for you to have.”

When everything was said and done, you helped Hannibal set up the plates to have dinner. The conversation became light as you laughed along to the better memories of Mischa. From his smile it was easy to see he adored the usually shy girl. You never pressed on to find out how she died, simply choosing to bask in his soft smiles and laughter instead of entertaining curiosity. It was easy to see he rarely talked about her and you were grateful that he found that much comfort in you.

Some time later he was sitting at his harpsichord, playing a self composed melody as you browsed his shelves. There was an almost familiar calm in the air, like this was a usual happening and it would simply just happen again. A naturally reoccurring moment. You found comfort in his presence too. 

You looked up from the shelves when you heard his sigh. “I can’t seem to master this melody,” he stated, “The ending never sounds right.” The annoyed demeanor contradicted his lax look. At least lax for him. His vest and suit jacket had been discarded a while ago leaving him with a popped button, loosened tie, and rolled up sleeves. “I may just leave this one in the air.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” you said, walking over to him, “Though we can be our own worst critics. I know I’m mine.”

“It sounds… forced. Almost as if it’s reluctant to work with me.”

“Forced things just need time.” You placed your hand on his shoulders, digging in your thumbs to relieve the tension you felt. A soft groan as he let his head lull back to rest against your stomach. “Time is all you need sometimes. I thought you would have learned that already, old man.”

He opened his eyes, raising a brow at you. “Always with that mouth.”

You smiled down on him fondly, something- probably the wine in your system -thought about pressing a kiss to his forehead right then. “What can I say? It has a mind of its own.”

“I do prefer when it’s otherwise occupied,” he stated, closing his eyes again.

Your fingers dug a little deeper at that, caught off guard. “And yet.”

Hannibal played a couple soft notes, seemingly testing the waters for his next attempt at getting it to sound right. “And yet.” The first melody seemed almost innocent, but was followed by a second seemingly stalking after it. “Would you mind putting on a record? It seemed I’ve grown bored with music of my own.”

“Sure thing, Han.” Giving his shoulders one final squeeze you pulled away from him. At the record table you browsed through his selection. Hannibal was still composing as you decided to go with a record that looked more worn than the others, figuring something well loved would help him out of his frustrated state. Setting it on the platter, you gave it a brief once over with the anti static brush, knowing he’d probably be attentive to that type of thing, and dropped the needle. The music filled the air as you took in the melody. “Very you.”

He let out a soft chuckle, abandoning the harpsichord, in favor walking over to you. “Very me, indeed.” Hannibal took the record sleeve out of your hand, setting it down on the table. The music’s build up reached. “Would you give me the honor?” His hand was stretched out toward you.

You gave him a sheepish smile, “Afraid I’m going to have to disappoint. I’m not much of a dancer.”

“I’ve been told I’m a wonderful teacher,” he pressed, a charming smile on his lips, “We all start somewhere. Let me be yours.”

A soft laugh bubbled from you as you took in his look of boyish excitement. “You’re not allowed to complain when I step on your toes.” You placed your hand in his. 

He gave a gentle squeeze to your hand. “If you’re too terrible, I’ll show you the way I taught Mischa. You can stand on my toes as I try to help you commit the movements into muscle memory.”

“Handsome and a comedian.”

“I try my best.” Hannibal gave you a gentle spin as he pulled you closer. A kiss was pressed to your hand before he placed it on his shoulder. “Now, just follow after me,” he instructed, placing his hand on your hip.

The moment could have made you fall for the man as you danced with him throughout the room. Toothy smiles and teasing winks were sent your way the couple of times you stepped on his toe. Soon enough, you figured out the pace and learned how to follow through with his unspoken plans. Still, ever the novice, you managed to place your foot in a way that sent you both stumbling to the floor.

Hannibal held you close to his chest, ensuring you didn’t get hurt in the fall. “Oh my sweet girl,” he laughed, “we are going to need more practice.”

You hid your face against his neck, ignoring the fact that he could feel how hot your face was getting. “You want more of that?”

“You were doing perfect, YN,” he stroked your hair sympathetically, “One misstep isn’t something to be embarrassed about.”

Taking a deep breath, you shifted off of the older man, opting to sit beside him on the floor. Hannibal followed suit, leaning back on his elbows. “I really am going to miss seeing you regularly,” you admitted, reaching out your hand to push back the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. 

“We spend much of our time together,” he acknowledged as he looked at you curiously. “In the kitchen-“

Your eyes widened slightly, “We don’t need to talk about that i-it’s fine. No hard feelings.”

“Romantically or physically?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you see me as a romantic or physical conquest?”

“I, um,” you opted to look at your fumbling hands, “I’m honestly not sure about romance… especially considering… everything and my experience when it comes to romance. Never really thought past- I’m talking too much.”

Hannibal’s hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Oh? What happened to the confident girl in the kitchen? Don’t go shy on me now.”

“I was high on your cologne, you can hardly blame me,” you rambled, “It pairs with mine nicely I think.”

His thumb stroked absentmindedly at your jaw. “Such a sweet little thing you are… Now, tell me, YN, what couldn’t you think past?”

“You,” you offered lamely, “Mostly nights when I needed to relax. You’d cross my mind. I’d wonder how you felt. How’d you do things. Maybe you’d like to leave bruises only you’d ever know about…”

“There’s something special in knowing what others don’t,” Hannibal acknowledged, “I do enjoy my lovers wearing my marks, hidden from others view and only acknowledged by myself. As it should be, I’m certain you agree.”

You swallowed thickly at the implication of being marked as his solely. The idea of having normal conversations with him at the college with evidence of him knowing you well burned against your skin. Maybe you’d see if you could convince him into one particular fantasy Friday night had conjured. 

He rested his thumb against your bottom lip, bringing you back to him. “I’ve had thoughts of my own… I wonder… Have you ever wrapped a hand around your own neck?” Hannibal smirked at the way your lips parted in surprise as he felt the heat rise to your face, caught in a way you hadn’t expected. “Sweet girl, were you desperate for me?”

You went to lick your bottom lip out of habit, instead finding the pad of his thumb. “Yes, sir.”

“Darling,” he sighed out softly, almost disappointed, “we could have sorted you out this entire time, if you’d only ask politely. There would have been no need for you to imagine, creative as you might have been. You always put everyone’s needs before yours, but where does that leave you?” Hannibal his thumb pressed against your lips lightly, humming in satisfaction when you let him in, already so compliant. “All you have to do is ask. What would you have me do tonight?” A soft pop sounded in the room as he pulled his thumb back, smearing your spit onto your lips and chin. 

“Just tonight?” The words rolled out of your mouth thoughtlessly. 

A soft laugh. “Maybe more, if you behave.”

Hannibal threaded his hand into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Leaning closer he took a deep breath, taking you in, before leaving a simple kiss against your neck. His warm breath fanned across your face as he kept you in anticipation. Finally he graced you with a feather light kiss, so quick you weren’t sure you even noticed. You didn’t have time to feel ashamed of the whine that had escaped when he started to move away. Following after him, you caught him in an urgent kiss, threading your own hands in his hair to make sure he’d stay close. Hannibal bit at your bottom lip, his tongue sliding in the second you gasped. You ignored the sting and slight coppery taste. 

Sure you had had your fair share of ventures. It was only natural to crave the attention for the night or a couple hours. However, Hannibal didn’t feel like any of your past partners. His kiss was unrelenting and passionate. Quickly he learned exactly how to kiss you to ensure you’d moan into his mouth. You weren’t sure how long had been spent like this. Lips on lips. Someone’s wandering hand trailing down the other’s body. The growing need. Every movement slowly became bolder. Hannibal took the time to pull you onto his thigh, closing the distance between you even more. He kissed along your neck until he found a spot that made you buck against him. 

“Please,” you sighed out, not really knowing exactly what you wanted, but having faith that he’d give you just what you needed. 

Hannibal leaned his forehead against yours, “Are you sure about this, darling?” 

It wasn’t time for contemplation though, everything was already set into motion. He had just asked out of politeness. His hands moved to your hips, he dragged you against himself in a way that clouded your mind. “You’re very convincing,” you said with a shuddered breath. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you matched his rhythm. At the moment everything in the world was him and you couldn’t find it in you to mind. 

“You came to me,” he pointed out. His hand tugged at your shirt and you allowed him to pull it off. Fingers raised goose bumps along your skin as he followed the fabric of your bra to unclasp the material.  

“Could you blame me?” You kissed the side of his jaw for the second time this night. The lipstick mark left behind wasn’t as embarrassing when you were half undressed on his lap. A blush blossomed in your chest as you watched his darken eyes take you in.

Hannibal kissed along your chest. His hand made its way into your pants, drawing slow circles on your clit. Your soft moan and jut of your hips urged him for more. Before you could ask, he thrusted two fingers inside of you, the pace changing every so often as he took in your reactions. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you grinded against his hand. Soft whimpers were muffled by the fabric of his shirt. 

“Come on sweet girl,” he used his free hand to pull you off of his shoulder by the hair, “you shouldn’t be hiding. Look at me when I’m touching you. Don’t you want to be my good toy?”

You nodded meekly, unable to make a smart comment when you saw a smirk settle on his lips as a too loud moan took its place. 

“That’s it, no one can hear you,” he teased as he worked at the spot harder, his thumb rubbed at your clit. “You seem very close, what if I…”

As he went to move his hand, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No, no, no. Please, I’ll be good for you.”

He chuckled, but didn’t say a word as he brought his pace back up. Instead he chose to revel in your soft sounds and the way you had to focus to keep your eyes on him. Finally, he decided keeping you on the edge was enough and allowed you to cum on his fingers. 

“Clean up your mess,” he said as he thrusted his cum coated fingers into your mouth, “There you go, good girl.”

You watched him as you sucked his fingers clean. Bringing a hand down you palmed cock through his pants, fully intending on returning the favor. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I’m afraid that status isn’t going to change anytime soon.” Hannibal kissed your pouted lip. “Don’t worry, I fully intend on taking care of you. Come, let’s make you more comfortable.”

As he stood, Hannibal offered you his hand to help you up. You followed him through the home to his bedroom, a place you didn’t think you’d end up but were more than pleased to see. Still you weren’t exactly taking in the sights when you were pulled into a rougher kiss as he led you toward his bed. A not too gentle push to your chest landed you on top of it. Leaning back on your elbows, you watched as Hannibal took his time undressing you fully. 

“You don’t play fair,” you complained, shifting yourself higher on the bed, away from him, “I like a pretty view too you know.”

He smiled, looking down at you fondly, “Very well, but only as a reward for earlier. I know you struggled.”

You smiled at that, shaking your head, “Come here won’t you?”

There wasn’t any time wasted when he settled on top of you, you didn’t have his patience. Your hands worked on his tie and buttons as his lips and teeth trailed across your chest. A subtle grind against your pussy had your thighs squeeze his waist. Pushing his shirt off, you felt down his chest, still surprised by how muscular he seemed to be underneath it all. You wondered if he’d stop you as you reached for his belt.

“That’s enough. I don’t think you’ve earned it just yet.”

An annoyed huff was all you could manage. 

“All in its time, darling.” A surprisingly gentle kiss was dropped on your cheek. “Can you manage waiting a while longer for me?”

You resisted the urge to nuzzle against him, unused to such soft displays from past partners. “Yes, sir...”

“Always such a sweet, polite thing.” 

Hannibal kissed and bit his way down your body, ensuring there would be evidence of him the next time you saw yourself in the mirror. He allowed you to thread your fingers in his hair, giving him a soft push down when he took too long marking you in one spot. It wasn’t much longer until Hannibal was level with your thighs, he pushed them further apart. A moment passed without anything before you remembered his rule. Willing yourself up you looked down at him, catching a wink before you were rewarded with a broad lick. Hannibal sucked your clit, pressing your hips down when you grinded against him. 

A helpless noise was the most you could do.

He bit your thigh, his fingers immediately making their way back inside of you, targeting the spot he had quickly learned turned you to putty. 

“You really are beautiful like this,” Hannibal acknowledged, “Completely at my mercy. Desperate for anything I’m willing to give you.”

There wasn’t any time to think up something to say as Hannibal’s mouth replaced his fingers, silencing any words that weren’t his breathy attempts of his name and pleas. Teeth grazed against your clit and a soft moan of his own was enough to pull you closer. 

“Please, daddy,” you begged, too far gone to be embarrassed by your slip, “I’m close…”

Hannibal was merciful, helping you finish as quickly as you had asked. Maybe at another time he would have teased and made you hold on longer but there was only so much patience he had. Especially when there was such an eager lover begging him. You watched him, dazed, as he came back up, his hand gripping at your jaw.

“Open.”

Doing as he wanted, you opened your mouth, instantly receiving a mix of the still lingering wine he had drank at dinner and you. He watched as you swallowed.

He let out an almost dreamy sigh. “So pliant.” 

Hannibal kissed you, finally allowing you to get your way as you pushed off the last clothes. You pumped him in your hand, working up the courage as you shook off the daze he had left you in. He was definitely the most talented partner you had had.

“We don’t have to go any further,” Hannibal reassured you, kissing the side of your mouth, “I’m perfectly sedated watching you.”

You shook your head immediately, not wanting him to think you were hesitant. “I want to, college guys aren’t so giving, just needed some time to clear my head.” As if to prove your point you gave him a squeeze, that made him thrust into your hand on instinct. “I just feel bad you’re doing all the work.”

“I prefer it,” he groaned quietly, as you thumbed at the slit. Hannibal rolled so that you could be on top of him, “But if you insist…”

A soft laugh. “That was hardly the fight I was expecting,” you muttered teasingly, kissing his jaw. 

“My patience is running thin.”

At that you straddled him, your hand lining him up with you. His hands held you steady as you sunk onto him. The both of you moaned softly when he was fully inside. Hannibal slowly grinded you against himself as you adjusted to his size. Hands against his chest, you started riding him in earnest. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised you, his fingernails digging harder into your hips. 

“Yours,” you whimpered, too enthralled in the feel of him to pay any attention to the weight of what you were saying. His groans underneath you encouraged you more than anything. “All yours.”

Hannibal sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you firm against him. His soft kiss was a contrast to how roughly he was working himself into you. You couldn’t find it in you to care that he had taken control again. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him do as he pleased, just enjoying the way his hands and lips would travel across your body. Teasing, pinching, biting everywhere he could reach.  Your chest alone would be covered in marks left behind by Hannibal. That would be a problem for the future you to deal with at the moment you were too preoccupied with begging him for more. He’d slow his thrust whenever he felt you close to the end, chuckling lowly at the whining sounds you had made.

“Give daddy one more sweet girl. I know you can.”

You moaned loudly, giving Hannibal exactly what he wanted. When he wanted. Drained, you fell limp against his shoulder. Every small sound you made broadcast directly to him as he used you for all your worth. His arms tightened around you when you tried to pull away from the over stimulation. 

“Daddy’s close,” he promised, his accent thicker than usual, “I’ve taken such good care of my girl. Be good for me.”

Nodding, you dug your nails into his shoulders. You could be good. He had been so good to you after all. Still your vision blurred and it had taken a while longer for him to finally go still inside of you. 

Hannibal kissed the side of your head, before pulling you to lay down against him. His thumb wiped away the stray tear that had managed to fall. “You did so well for me. Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

You sighed sleepily, curling into his side more comfortably, “I’m alright. Just want you.”

“We’ll take care of you later,” he promised, seeing how tired you were, “You should rest, darling. I’ll be right here.” His hand rested on your hip, thumbing at forming bruise gently. Between the soft touch and his quiet humming, it didn’t take long for you to find sleep. 

NextChapter

[helliontherapscallion]

Ahem. I would like to present to you Teacher AU DSMP, if you could allow it?

(Also i've been a big lurker, am I allowed to be Itty Bitty anon?)

Sure, welcome to the squad!!

I’d imagine that...

Techno would obviously be the english teacher that doesn’t care what you do in class as long as you get the work in on time (also the one that the lgbt kids flock to). Pretends he hates his students, but deeply cares about them (Aizawa type beat)

Wilbur would be the best music teacher, encouraging creativity in all forms and being the one you go to when you need a good cry (also the one gay kids flock to)

Puffy would be the best school counselor in the history of school counselors. Whatever you say is kept in her office, your parents aren’t told about anything if you don’t want them to know anything (unless you’re a danger to yourself or others). Does anything to make her office more welcoming (always has a bowl of candies/chocolates on her desk, beanbags, colored paper over the fluorescent lights, etc)

Philza would be the caring and chill history teacher that you can trust will get things done for you, father figure to many. His classroom door is always open to anybody that needs to talk (you can often find students in his classroom eating lunch with him). Has been offered many promotions and higher up positions but rejects them all. Content where he is and would never leave his students

Tommy..... oh god. He’d be the very young gym teacher that goes too hard with sports and expects too much from the students. A little too enthusiastic about sports, would encourage students to do their best in his class

Niki would be the home ec teacher that would happily make food for the kids that can’t afford it. She cares deeply for her students and has a keen eye out for anybody struggling with course material

Dream would be the chill sports coach that supports his kids and makes special accommodations for certain situations. Can push them a bit too hard though when it gets close to a competition/game. Oversees the video gaming club

Quackity would be another music teacher and the spanish teacher. He always has activities planned for his class that involves activity and getting the brain working. Tutors kids struggling with spanish. Would be an amazing marching band director

Slimecicle would obviously be the science teacher that always does demonstrations that are very dangerous/chaotic, but always makes sure that the students are safe. Happy go lucky teacher, but is terrifying when he snaps

Schlatt would be the questionable government teacher that always has a story to tell for every situation (”and so the federalists wanted a stronger central government... this reminds me of this one time...” *students drop pencils and relax in their chairs*). Doesn’t pass out homework and makes every test easy. Students use this class to relax and listen to some insane stories. Has a tenure so he’s the teacher that says anything and everything. 

Awesamdude would be the programming/engineering teacher that all the freshmen coming to his class/anybody that hasn’t had him as a teacher is scared of. But in actuality he is a huge softie that protects and cares for his students with his life

DreamXD would be the principal that never leaves his office and intimidates everyone. Kinda the hardass of the staff, but is understanding when you can justify your actions. Kinda powerhungry

Mexican Dream is the vice principal that absolutely carries/organizes any and every school event/pep rally. Most likely the one that is inside the mascot suit during games and 100% messes with the staff and other students (all in good fun). Everybody questions why he out of all people is the vice principal. They don’t see the amount of work he puts into making the school a better place behind the scenes

[ptergwen]

from one kid to another

w/c: 6.0k

warnings: mentions of drinking, lots of swearing, implied smut, and angst at times

summary: it was a mistake, a beautiful one that you didn’t make on your own

a/n: this genuinely is my favorite thing i’ve ever written :,) i say that a lot but this time i mean it, it’s really special i think and i so so so hope y’all do too <3 enjoy my loves

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there’s only one thing in life that testing positive for is actually positive.

depending on the situation, obviously. yours isn’t ideal, or planned or a blessing or whatever people say. it’s a gigantic mistake that you didn’t realize you made until a minute ago.

you’d noticed something was wrong when your time of the month came and all you experienced was the symptoms. cramps, cravings, everything except your actual period. as everyone is pretty much taught to do, you ran to the closest drug store for a pregnancy test. what the hell else could it be? you messed around a few weeks ago, so there’s a possibility.

your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest the whole time you waited for the results. you’d thought of calling tom over for support, but there are a couple of reasons why you couldn’t do that. you realized you made the right decision when your timer for the test went off.

two red lines. you’re pregnant. you’re pregnant, and your best fucking friend is the father.

where do you go from here?

the test falls from your hand and hits the floor with a mocking clank. you slide down until your back is against the bathtub. well, you’re fucked. what an ironic word choice.

the fact that you aren’t ready in the slightest to be a parent when you’re still growing up yourself is one thing. it’s another that this could ruin the most important relationship you’ve ever had.

no, tom won’t be mad. he’s never once fought with or even raised his voice at you. in your times of need, he’s been the one to uplift you and kiss your puffy cheeks dry. no matter how he takes this, you know it won’t be out on you. he is half responsible.

but, with how you left things the last time you spoke, you’re not sure you’ll be able to get past it.

tom is alarmingly good at hiding how he truly feels. you always tease him that it’s because he’s a gemini. he’ll come back with shut up, i’m an actor and stick his nose in the air to give you the full image. in all seriousness, it does take a toll on how well he can communicate.

you’ve seen it in small ways, like when he brings you along for press days and uses unenthusiastic smiles to cover up his yawns. how he’ll be polite in a conversation with people he’d rather not speak to, then mumble about it once you’re home. he tries to put forward the “appealing” parts of himself even though he’s more than them.

tom’s biggest communication issue is that he’s been in love with you since year nine and hasn’t said a word about it. you’ve yet to figure that one out.

you two became friends while tom was starring in billy elliot. his schedule was so scattered between shows and school, so he struggled to balance both. he often had to stay late for extra help on the lessons. you’d also been there a few times. you worked better in the classroom, and he was grateful he didn’t have to be alone with the teacher.

most kids made fun of tom for his interest in theater, to his face and behind his back. not you. you thought it was just incredible that someone in your own classes worked at the west end. you’d told him on your way home one night.

he’d heard you before he saw you. “you’re tom, right?” you asked from behind him, the two of you making your way through the hall. the question sounded friendly, and it wasn’t every day kids were nice to him. tom stopped walking so you could catch up. “yes, and you are?” you gave him a small smile, books clutched to your chest. he instantly returned it.

“y/n. i heard you’re in billy elliot?” you laughed at your understatement, then corrected yourself. “that you are billy elliot, i mean. that’s so cool.” “oh, i am. thank you,” he chuckled back, a full grin taking over his face. you were both walking again, you by tom’s side. “i was hoping to come see you soon.” your voice got quieter as you told him, like you were nervous.

tom never had much luck with girls, not at this point in his life. this was an opportunity to change that. at the very least, to make a new friend. he offered something you said yes to without a beat of hesitation. “what if i got you the tickets?”

from then on, you began talking during class and not only when it ended. tom really knew how to keep the conversation going, telling story after story that left you laughing so much your teacher would shush you. you’d eventually moved to hangouts at either of your houses. harrison came into the mix at some point, the three of you forming your own group.

the difference between tom and harrison was that while harrison linked with other girls, tom was only interested in you. he’d gotten a crush on you pretty fast, if he was being honest. it might have been your shared sense of humor or the way you said his name.

thomas, when he was being cheeky. tommy, which took the place of a pet name. even regular tom. that might have been his favorite. he loved how it rolled off your tongue. he loved, and still loves, you.

you’d gone to all of tom’s performances you possibly could, the ones for school theater included. you also gave him the push to take his talents to hollywood. tom was afraid he wasn’t cut out for the big screen, that he needed more practice and experience first. you told him that if this was what he wanted to do, he had to start somewhere. why wait?

tom then landed his first movie role in the impossible at the age of fifteen. he’d received tons of praise and almost gotten nominated for an academy award, all because you convinced him to audition. you played a huge part in keeping him grounded when he was between films, and caught him up on whatever schoolwork he’d missed.

you practically zoomed to tom’s house when he was announced as the next spider-man. you’d been constantly refreshing every social media platform marvel was on since tom became a finalist for the part. that process was probably the most difficult experience he’s ever gone through. you’d know, having heard all about it from tom.

the two of you celebrated along with the rest of tom’s family that night. you kept giving him little proud of you squeezes on his shoulder or knee. tom is eternally indebted to you for being the most supportive of everything he does.

he of course sends the support right back. although he went down the movie star path, acting wasn’t for you. you’d gone off to university and studied hard as hell and aced all your shit. tom quizzed you on material whenever you needed. he wanted to help you somehow, and this was all you’d let him do.

he’d offered to pay off your loans and any other expenses necessary because he had the money to do that now. you refused every single time, not trying to become dependent on him. he admired your drive, yet hated it at the same time. everything you’d done for him, it was his turn to be the caretaker. it should’ve been.

whenever tom wrapped filming for the holidays and came back home, you were always preparing for final exams. he kept you company, content with simply being in your presence. you typed away on your keyboard and read over notes until your eyes burned. tom occasionally brought you snacks, tea, asked how you were and what he could do.

sometimes, he would have to cut your study time short. he’d say it wasn’t healthy or you were overdoing it and to come relax with him for a bit. other times, tom let you be. he didn’t want to get in the way of your already stressful assignments. those were the nights you’d fall asleep in front of your laptop. drool on your chin, hunched over at your desk.

tom made sure to tuck you in, press a light kiss to whatever part of your face wasn’t covered in spit, then let himself out. he knew where your spare key was, so he used that. you’d wake up to a “Fell asleep studying again. Rest today x” text the next morning.

when it came time for you to graduate, tom was on the first flight there. it was during another round of reshoots for chaos walking. he respectfully told doug that he’d have to work around his schedule or replace him, which couldn’t be done so late into filming. tom didn’t care that it made him seem like a prick. he was getting to you no matter what he had to do.

he’d earned plenty of stares and whispers from people as he took his seat in the crowd. he was a proper celebrity now, so he expected it. his solution was to ignore everything and chat with your family about how proud they were of you, tom the most. he saw you go from a kid attempting algebra equations to an adult at her uni graduation. you’ve really grown up together.

it was why he teared up hearing them call your name, seeing you beam as you walked across the stage. your mom grabbed his hand and nodded at him, like she could tell exactly what was going through his head.

you ran right up to tom after the ceremony was over, leaping into his arms. he let out a couple of chuckles as he spun you around. “i didn’t think you’d make it,” you’d admitted, happy yet sad tears in your eyes. tom put you down so he could pull you in for a real hug. “i’ll always be wherever you are, y/n,” he said into your ear, rocking you while you gripped at his suit collar.

flash forward to a year later, your career is finally taking off, tom’s is flourishing like it has been for years, and you’re pregnant with his child. you’re trying to recall the series of events that led you to this moment.

you were both drunk, blackout drunk because the only reason you remember sleeping together is that you woke up naked in the same bed. harrison’s bed.

he threw a housewarming party for himself, having recently moved out of tom’s and the other boys’ place. the three of them, sam, and you were all in attendance, along with a lot of others you hadn’t met.

neither you nor tom could figure out where he knew all those people from. he’d clinged to you two for the most part, more so you now with tom usually away. they could have been from work. harrison is breaking into the business himself, small roles here and there. tom actually met him in your school’s theater program, then he introduced him to you, ten years ago already.

sam entertained himself by making concoctions with the snacks harrison set out. harry got together a playlist for the party. harrison and tuwaine struck up a conversation with some of harrison’s actor friends. that left you and tom alone, out of stuff to do, and with one way to fix it.

“drink?” tom had asked you, a smirk playing on his lips. “love one,” you hummed back and set off for the kitchen. the two of you raided harrison’s liquor cabinet, grabbing his biggest bottle of wine. he’d dumbly pointed it out during the house tour he gave you before the other guests arrived.

you were about to search for glasses, but tom’s fingers threaded through yours. he gently tugged you away and nodded behind him. “let’s bring this upstairs. seems much more fun there,” he’d murmured over the music, a grin breaking across your face.

tom is big on clubbing and socializing, however, you aren’t. he comes up with ways to get you out of these events, just in case.

“we can break in harrison’s bed for him,” you said as a completely harmless joke, no intentions of that becoming your reality later on. spoiler alert: it did. “and how are we gonna do that?” tom quirked a suggestive eyebrow and breathed out a laugh as you dragged him towards the stairs. despite yourself, you’d giggled at his words.

not one drink in either of you yet, and you were stumbling and cracking up as you ran upstairs. you’d pulled tom by your still attached hands into what you remembered as harrison’s room. tom shut the door, locked it, saying under his breath that would be a “convenient investment” for him to make as well.

he took out a bottle opener that he must have put in his pocket at some point and got to work on your wine, you getting comfortable on the new mattress. the two of you passed it to the other after every sip, tom licking the taste of your lip gloss off his own lips every so often.

the equivalent of three drinks in, you were making out. both of you were just tipsy at this point, tom holding you by your hips as you lied down, your legs around his waist. god, he could’ve done this sober. he’d dreamed about kissing you, really kissing you since he was fourteen. you’d always felt like you two had something more. ah, there it was.

halfway through the bottle got you past the next two bases, and you were ready for the fourth and ultimate one by the time you shook the last few drops onto the tip of your tongue. tom groaned at the sight of that, drawing your half naked body in closer to his.

you two had forgotten to use protection in each of your drunken states. without a doubt, you both would’ve agreed to a condom had your minds not been everywhere but where they should have.

you’d woken up first the morning after, panic immediately coursing through your veins thicker than blood. a fully nude and sleeping tom had you in his embrace, arms secured around your middle, facing you. you gasped when you made the connection, loudly enough to wake tom up. his long eyelashes tickled your face, a confused pout on his lips. uh... um...

“did we fucking...” you trailed off, no words to describe whatever unfolded. “fuck?” tom finished for you. a very blunt explanation, but true nevertheless. “looks like it,” he rasped, pout changing into a smile. your face fell at the vague memories of how you spent your night.

you definitely wanted to do it. just, he’s your best friend, who’s seen you at your least sexy moments over the years. when you were sick, had breakdowns from stress, you name literally anything, tom was there. it took one bottle of cheap wine for him to forget that?

the real answer was no. tom is entirely in love with you, for a decade at that. you were beginning to discover you feel the same, only you had no idea he already loves you. you’d assumed this was meant to be merely a hookup. from the frown your face held, he’d thought you were regretting it. oh, were you both so wrong.

“um... we don’t have to talk about it,” tom told you halfheartedly, under the impression that’s what you preferred. you physically felt yourself get weaker in tom’s strong arms. he’s not interested. “yeah, that’s probably for the best. i...” you were lying. his heart shrunk, shriveled up inside his chest. she doesn’t love me like that.

“you have to go. aren’t you behind on some emails?” tom hoped you didn’t hear his voice strain from the tears pushing at his eyes. “right. almost forgot, thanks.” you’d plastered on a smile, slipping out of his grasp. a tear rolled down his cheek, so he wiped it away before you noticed. you’d already gotten out of the bed and begun picking your clothes up off the floor.

“i’ll drive you home, then.” he rolled on to his other side, you thought so he could give you privacy to change. it was that, and also because he was crying. he couldn’t hold it in. tom is naturally an emotional person. imagine finding out the love you’ve had almost half your life is unreciprocated. it’s soul crushing.

you two found harrison snoring and on top of tuwaine as you left the house. no silly remarks or shared glances for the first time in ten years. tom couldn’t muster anything up, and you felt numb.

the drive was painful. you’d said your goodbyes after tom pulled up to the curb, which held an odd weight to them. once you were out of the car, a sob wracked through him, banging on the steering wheel and not giving a shit about the loud horn going off. you collapsed face first onto your bed. hours passed by while you stared at nothing and contemplated everything.

since it happened, you haven’t spoken much. small talk over text every few days or so, both of you pretending things are normal for the other’s sake. about a month later, today, is when you found out you’re pregnant.

there’s no use wallowing in any of this. you need to figure out your next move, one that should probably involve tom. first, you want to talk to someone else. you want other opinions and a voice in your head that isn’t your own. harrison gets a text from you saying to come over now, the now in all caps. he does.

you let him in after the second knock, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. however torn you are, you must look it. shirt balled in your fists, lip quivering. he keeps his eyes on yours as he steps inside, pushing the door shut behind him. this is all becoming too real. “y/n, are you okay?”

you’re about to cry in three, two...

“haz, i fucked up,” you choke out, tears unable to stay at bay. he takes you into his arms for a hug. half your face is hidden in his shoulder, hands clutching at his back. he lets you cry it out, holding you until your heavy breathing steadies. “what’s happened?” harrison asks quietly, both of you leaving the hug.

“if- if i tell you, you can’t freak out. you can’t tell anyone else, either,” you instruct, searching his eyes for certainty that he won’t under any circumstances. “i won’t, y/n/n,” he assures you and puts an encouraging hand on your arm. your heart pounding abnormally fast, you spit it out. your first time saying it aloud. “i’m pregnant.”

harrison flinches and doesn’t even try to conceal it. he takes his hand off of you, worry swimming across his features. he blinks at you, unsure of what to say. you’d react the same way, maybe worse, so you don’t blame him. a discussion you, him, and tom had a couple years back replays in his mind.

the three of you were talking about your futures, seeing as you were close to living them. when tom asked you two where you stood on having your own families, you didn’t hesitate to answer. “nope, the factory is closed for a long ass time.” until you were in your thirties, you aimed to focus on yourself. harrison distinctly remembered because of how you phrased it.

“you’re... you... wow,” is all he replies with. you head over to the couch, more tears welling up in your eyes. do the pregnancy hormones act up this early? harrison follows you over and sits down next to you with an awkward clearing of his throat. “do you want to be pregnant?” he has to ask because he’s not sure if he should congratulate you or what.

“i don’t know,” you answer honestly, voice airy. your eyes are fixed on the wall in front of you. you haven’t given yourself time to think about it. there are so many reasons you don’t, and a single one you do. “do you, um, know who the dad is?” harrison glances over at you. “yeah.” your voice cracks. you’re both afraid for him to ask what he does next.

he shifts so he’s sitting up. “can i know?” a sniffle passing through you, you finally look at him. “it’s tom,” you say it before you lose the nerve to. harrison’s face doesn’t change this time. he isn’t surprised you and tom went there. he’d seen your friendship growing into more the older you all got. what he can’t believe is where it took you.

his best friend pregnant, and his other best friend responsible for it.

“when did you...” “at your party,” you explain, bringing your legs up so they’re criss cross on the couch. “i thought you were gone a little too long.” he says that to try cheering you up. you appreciate the effort, but it doesn’t work. you’re not in a joking mood. he’ll stick to the main issue. “so, have you told him?”

“clearly not,” you scoff, not at him but at what you two have gotten yourselves into. “y/n... i think you should tell him,” harrison sighs out, then adds, “whether you keep it or not.” “why? that would ruin everything, it already has.” you’re getting angry now, which plunges you into angry crying, voice unsteady as you go on.

“the last time i saw tom was that night, and i guess it meant more to me than it did to him because we haven’t talked about it at all. he didn’t want to.” you swipe the back of your hand across your eyes, gaze stern compared to harrison’s soft one.

he drapes an arm around your shoulders, you curling into him with another sniffle. he doesn’t say anything for a minute, then he tries again. “i know you, y/n, and i know tom. you’ll kill yourselves not talking about this.” he’s right, no shit he is. avoiding telling tom how you feel, and your pregnancy on top of that, it’s eating you up inside. it’s swallowing you whole.

“what if he doesn’t want to be a dad? or- or i’m a shit mum?” you croak out, your doubts getting the best of you. “i can barely take care of myself. what am i supposed to do with a baby?” you’re leaning forward with your hands pressing into your temples. harrison’s hand moves to your upper back. “i- i don’t think i should have them. i... we can’t,” you conclude.

“tom loves kids,” he gives you a gentle reminder. “why would his own be the exception?” another good point, yet you still have rebuttles. “right, he’s a godfather and he’s really good with them and all that, but i’m not the right person, and it’s a terrible time,” you tell him all at once, in a rush to get your words out before harrison’s sway you.

“he’s never around, i’m doing my own stuff. we’re not meant for this.” you lift your head out of your hands and sit back on the couch. harrison returns his hands to his lap. he’s frowning at you, which you see from the corner of your eye. “i’m not going to force you to have the baby. just saying you have options.”

yeah, really shitty ones.

“either way, talk to tom.” harrison says this more like a demand so you’ll take his advice into actual consideration. “at least about the hookup.” your teeth sink into your lower lip, eyes watering for the nth time already.

you have no choice because he’s right again. you’ll never move on from what happened unless you and tom address it.

the next morning, you do what harrison told you to and invite tom over. he replied saying he was on his way maybe a minute later. he’s nervous to see you because yeah, but more so looking forward since it’s been so long. you’re so nauseous you barely have room for nerves. it’s morning sickness with a hint anxiety.

it feels almost normal when he first gets here, no how’ve you been and what are you up to these days? being as close as you and tom are, you’re not capable of such a dry conversation. personally, you still feel uneasy while he recounts a golfing incident him and harry got into the other day. you know something he doesn’t.

“when i tell you we flew, we flew,” tom makes a pushing forward motion with both hands. “right into the tree. i think harry, like, dented part of his face.” he lets out a breathy laugh, you forcing out one of your own. you’d be more interested without the fact that you’re expecting a child, his child, at the back of your mind.

tom exhales, shifting to face you on your couch. it’s funny how different things were when you and harrison sat in these same spots yesterday. so much has and is about to change.

“they had to send another golf cart to come get us. it was wild.” “it sounds wild,” you hollowly agree. he can tell you’re not too invested in hearing about harry’s terrible driving skills, so he changes the subject. “anyway, harrison told me he came over last night?” your stomach drops, heat coming over your whole body.

“did... did he say why?” you murmur with a look of urgency in your eyes. tom shrugs a shoulder, and casually. there’s no way he knows. “no, was he supposed to?” his tone stays playful, which you can thankfully tell. that puts you more at ease. “no. no, never mind. i would’ve asked you to come, but...” you’re searching through your catalog of excuses.

thank god tom says something else because you can’t find a good one. “it’s alright. i actually, um, had a work call.” a small smile spreads across his face, a proud one. intrigued, you raise both eyebrows. “what’d you talk about?” tom twiddles with his fingers in his lap. “i’ve been offered an audition for this really amazing film. everything works out, it’ll be huge for me.”

you’re smiling back this time, putting a hand over one of his. “woah, that’s incredible. i’m so happy for you, tom.” you lock your fingers with his from the back of his hand. he looks down at them, humbly shaking his head. “when is it?” “a few weeks from today. it films in brazil...”

oh. you can’t tell him now. it’s not worth him missing out on a milestone in his career for a baby you’re not sure you should have. that would be so unfair of you to ask. what are you going to do, not support his dreams for the first time in a literal decade? and, you’d call yourself his best friend through it all?

you guess this also means the way you feel about tom is one sided. he’s okay with leaving you after the most intimate moment you two have ever shared. you’ll dance around it the rest of your lives. better yet, act like the night never even happened. that’s not so easy to do when you’ve got a permanent reminder of it.

the thought makes you sick to your stomach. so sick, you could...

while tom is talking more about what the audition entails, you suddenly bolt up from the couch. you run for the bathroom, a hand cupped over your mouth. his face twists up in confusion from your disappearance. tom calls, “y/n/n?” out to you, but you can’t respond because your head is in the toilet. he rushes in when he hears you retching.

he gets onto the floor with you. you’re bent over, puking your guts out, back in another place where your life changed forever less than twenty four hours ago. tom pulls your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, his other on your back. that’s all you have in you. you stay over the toilet just to be sure.

saliva drips from your mouth, making you cough roughly, the sound echoing. tom moves so he’s next to you, keeping his hand in your hair and not caring one bit about the smell because he loves you and he’s utterly concerned about what he witnessed.

“love, are you sick?” he coos, searching for your eyes. they water from the intensity of everything. “morning sickness,” you answer without thinking first. shit. shit, shit, shit. it came out of you like more vomit, word vomit. there’s no going back now.

tom lets go of your hair with his eyes still on yours. his hand on your back then leaves you, fingers trailing down your body as they go. “morning sickness,” he repeats, putting it together. “you’re pregnant?” guilt taking over your features, you sit across from tom. you’re once again leaning against the bathtub, him against the counter.

“this isn’t how i wanted you to find out,” you admit and bring your knees up to your chest. “i took a test yesterday. it was positive.” your arms wrap around your legs, you now tearing up because tom figured it out. a shaky breath passes his lips. “i haven’t gone to my doctor or anything yet, but i-“

“are you keeping the baby?” tom cuts in. not to judge you for your choice, to find out what the fuck is going on before he travels across the world. you tighten your arms around yourself, grabbing your wrist. “i haven’t decided.” he gives you an understanding nod and reaches out for you. you dodge him. he might not want to do that after what you say next.

“tom, i... there’s more,” you whimper out. “yeah. i’m... i’m listening,” tom croaks, unable to hold in his infinite amount of emotions for a multitude of reasons. he’s losing you a second time. more tears spill from your eyes as you break the news, the news that will destroy what he’s been working towards his entire life.

“the baby is yours.” his face relaxes, looking almost relieved when you confess it. “when we slept together, uh,” you’re sure it’s obvious enough that you don’t have to go over the details. he’s tearing up himself. you reluctantly continue. “if you still want to audition, i get it. we don’t have to do this.”

“fuck the audition. fuck the whole movie. all of my movies, really,” tom surprises you by blurting out. he moves in until your legs are touching. “i’m staying. even if you don’t have the baby, i have to be here.” you watch in disbelief as he wipes away what are actually happy tears. “really? i was scared you’d resent me for it, or hate me even,” you mumble to him.

“y/n, what? why would i ever do that?” tom places a hand on your cheek, touch gentle and filled with love. you part your legs so he can be closer to you. he takes the space between them, thumb brushing over your skin. “i didn’t think you’d want to deal with all of this. i thought that night was only a hookup for you.” your voice wobbles under his gaze.

“no, are you kidding? i thought that’s what you thought.” he’s smiling now, eyes twinkling along with it. what he’s been meaning to tell you since you were only kids finally comes out. “i’ve loved you as long as i’ve known you, y/n. i always imagined myself doing this with you.” his words draw a quiet laugh from you, a happy one. “i know we were drunk, but i meant it all.”

the sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, they make you cry all over again. you’re getting used to it.

“i love you, tom,” you lean into him with a sniffle and a grin, his forehead now resting on yours, using his thumb to catch one of your tears. “i really do.” “i love you forever. i always have,” tom speaks lowly, breath fanning across your face. your hands grab at his shoulders. “so, you’ll stay? you’ll do this with me?” he reminds you of what he said before, this time a promise.

“forever.”

-

you ended up having the baby, and tom held your hand through the entire labor. nikki was holding his other hand, your mom holding your other hand. harrison had originally been in the room as well. when you started to push, he got freaked out and had to leave. your support system remained strong either way.

despite his repulsion of your daughter’s birth, you and tom decided to make harrison her godfather. he eventually became the godfather of your other two children also, which you had a few years later.

tom took a paternity leave from the industry so he could be with you and jamie. he’d also used his time off to propose to you, something else he fantasized about since year eleven in school. it wasn’t anything too grand because the whole world was already buzzing about you two, and a big gesture felt too impersonal with everything you’d been through together.

he did it in the form of passing a note, something you often did in class to avoid being scolded by your teacher for talking. the note came with a pencil to check off either the yes or no box, “will you marry me?” written above them. anyone else would have found it so unromantic, but you giggled as you checked off yes before your lips crashed into his smiling ones.

you were married shortly after the proposal, jamie as your flower girl and all your friends and family in attendance.

to do what he loved and stay with the people he loved, tom created his own version of hollywood in london. he took it upon himself to assemble a team and make a production company. harry behind the camera, harrison and tuwaine in the films, and tom either starring alongside them or directing. they give so many young actors tons of opportunities.

you eventually went back to work, too. it was like you’d never left, coworkers offering endless hugs and going over what you missed, not that you struggled getting into it. tom was there to celebrate every promotion, every compliment from your boss, every part of your life. jamie was also there, then liam and lucy.

all three of them are running around the house right now, putting on shoes and collecting their supplies for school. you take a sip of the orange juice liam didn’t finish with a lighthearted eye roll. tom chuckles as he passes you in the kitchen, getting the kids’ lunchboxes for them to minimize the chaos.

“you have that pitch meeting today, right?” he slips his hands through the lunchbox handles and walks over to you. “mhm,” you hum, mouth full with juice. his lips press to your temple, giving your waist a one handed squeeze. “you’ll smash it. always do.” “thanks, tommy.” putting down the cup, you reach up to button whatever parts of his shirt he didn’t have time to.

“aren’t you doing a casting? for the new script they sent?” you wonder aloud and smooth down the cotton material. “me and harry. should be interesting,” he remarks, you giving him a quick kiss back on his chin. they tend to have their artistic differences. “good luck with that. you do drop off, i’ll do pick up?” you pat one of the lunchboxes around his arms.

“deal.” tom goes in for a kiss on your lips, then a chorus of dad, we have to go led by jamie rings through the house. with a knowing smile, you push at his chest. “see you later. love you.” “love you, holland,” he bites back a grin of his own. his last name, now yours, suits you perfectly.

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How He Shows You Affection: Sugawara Koushi

Requested by the wonderful @lavenderpup sorry it took so long! I took a hiatus for a while, but I hope you still enjoy it! 😊💖

Post Time Skip/Manga Ending Spoilers!

Warnings: Slightest itty bit of hinted NSFW!

How He Shows You Affection Master List - Character Masterlist

He Rubs Your Cheeks Together

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” you told the group, as you hurried up to them, “The trains were running behind schedule!”

“Don’t worry,” Kiyoko assured you, a kind smile on her pretty face, “You’re not the last one to arrive.”

“Is Koushi not here yet?” you asked glancing around the group. This was meant to be a reunion of the third years from the Karasuno volleyball team, but considering Kiyoko was engaged to Tanaka, and Asahi was dating Nishinoya, it had turned into more of a second- and third-years thing.

A familiar pair of arms around your waist answered your question as you were tugged into a firm chest, your boyfriend’s face rubbing up affectionately against yours as he asked teasingly, “Are you gossiping about me already, honey?”

Tanaka, who’d been standing surprisingly quietly next to Kiyoko politely holding her hand looked utterly scandalized at the display of public affection. If he was a sixties housewife he definitely would’ve been clutching at his pearls, though Kiyoko just looked amused and fond.

You’d grown used to how affectionate your boyfriend was, even in public and didn’t even blush nowadays, which always made him whine a bit, claiming he missed the good old days where you got flustered and stuttered every time he did it. However, you knew he didn’t actually mind given the smitten look he gave you every time you melted into his hold instead of stiffening up the way you used to.

His favorite move, and the one he almost always used to greet you was wrapping you into a hug from behind and nuzzling his face against yours, rubbing your cheeks together in a sweet affectionate gesture that never failed to make you melt.

You’d been a little self-conscious about it at first, especially since you’d gotten a lot of scandalized looks like Tanaka’s given Japan’s views on public displays of affection. However, the few times someone had actually said something about it, somehow your boyfriend had talked circles around them, and in the end, you’d get away with it, sometimes even getting fond looks instead.

A good example of this was your landlady, who’d glared and sniffed every time she’d seen the two of you when you’d first moved in. One conversation with Sugawara later and she’d changed her tune, claiming the two of you reminded her of her and her husband back in the day. Now you got fond looks, indulgent smiles and even cookies from time to time. She even went so far as to scold others who looked sideways at the two of you.

It was completely and utterly ridiculous, something you’d commiserated on with the other third years more than once. According to Kiyoko, Sugawara just had one of those faces that let him get away with anything. Given that she also had one of those faces you took her word for it, and for the most part let him do as he pleased, though you did try to stop if it looked like someone was genuinely uncomfortable.

“Koushi,” you scolded lightly, “You’re upsetting your kouhai.”

“Eh, he needs to toughen up some,” Sugawara told you, snickering slightly at Tanaka’s expression, though he did let go of you after one last affectionate rub and instead laced his fingers together with yours offering you an affectionate smile, “Especially if he’s going to do a good job taking care of Shimizu.”

“Suga-senpai!” Tanaka protested as Kiyoko giggled into her hand.

“Koushi, you know Shimizu doesn’t need him to take care of her, if anything it’s going to be her taking care of him,” you teased lightly, making your boyfriend and Kiyoko both laugh brightly.

“Your girlfriend is just as bad as you are,” Tanaka informed your boyfriend, though there was a definite smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I know,” Sugawara said, clear pride in his voice as he pressed an affectionate smacking kiss to your cheek, “Isn’t she just the best?”

“Really Suga, you shouldn’t tease our kouhai so much,” Daichi intervened, though he also looked incredibly amused by the whole exchange.

“Tanaka makes it too easy,” your boyfriend told him with a shrug, “Besides someone’s got to give him a hard time now that Kiyoko’s given in to him, that and none of the other second years are nearly as fun.”

“Speaking of second years, where are Nishinoya and Asahi?” you asked, chiming in to save Tanaka from Sugawara’s ruthless teasing as you finally realized who was missing from the group.

“We’re here!” A familiar voice called, and you turned just in time to see the rather comical sight of Nishinoya tugging Asahi down the street by his hand, practically dragging the larger man behind him, “Sorry we’re late we got distracted!”

“We can see that,” Sugawara stated dryly, his eyes tracing over their clearly rumpled and hastily put together appearances, “Asahi, just what have you been doing with our precious kouhai?”

The long haired third year immediately began to splutter as Nishinoya laughed loudly, clearly unbothered at the implication. The group of you set off together, headed for dinner, all of you laughing and smiling as your boyfriend teased his newest victim, with Sugawara’s fingers laced affectionately with yours, refusing to lose contact for even a second as you went about your night.

He Tells You He Cares

“Have a good day at school, and say hi to your class for me,” you told your boyfriend as you casually straightened his tie, and pressed a quick kiss to his waiting lips.

“I will,” he assured you with a bright smile as he scooped up his suitcase though he paused in the doorway to turn back and tell you, “I love you!”

“I love you too,” you assured him with a soft smile, watching as he walked out the door with a cheerful bounce in his step.

It was a routine that the two of you completed every morning almost without fail, and even when you couldn’t Sugawara always made it a point to tell you he loved you before he left to go anywhere. Even if you were asleep or he thought you were sleeping he’d still press a tender kiss to your forehead or cheek and whisper how much he loved you before walking out the door.

With so many repetitions and routine you’d think the words would lose their meaning, just a ritual part of your day with no thought or true emotion behind them. However, it simply wasn’t true.

You’d asked your boyfriend before why he insisted on saying it so often, you’d been curious, especially since Japanese culture didn’t put a large emphasis on saying the words out loud the way other cultures did.

As a teacher your boyfriend was incredibly articulate and usually able to express himself incredibly well. When you’d asked though he’d seemed to struggle to find the right words. He had gotten very thoughtful, and told you that it was because he wanted to remind both of you that at the end of the day he loved you no matter what was happening in your lives.

You’d been a bit confused about his reasoning at the time, and a little unhappy as well. You could understand maybe needing to remind you that he loved you, he shouldn’t need to remind himself that he loved you right? It just hadn’t made sense, and your boyfriend wasn’t able to properly explain, just insisted that it was important to him. You certainly hadn’t minded, and so figured there wasn’t any harm in it even if you didn’t understand.

You kept that mindset right up until your first fight as a couple after you’d moved in together. Sugawara had headed for the door to leave for a while to clear his head and let both of you calm down. However, he’d paused in the doorway and looked back to tell you he loved you.

It had taken away all the sting of him leaving for a bit, and reminded you that not only did he love you, you loved him too, and at the end of the day that was what mattered most, not whatever petty thing you’d been arguing about. The reminder was enough to help soothe you into a better frame of mind for when he returned. The two of you had been able to resolve your fight calmly and rationally after that, with apologies and ‘I love you’s on both sides.

His words about it being a reminder had clicked for you then, and from that point on you made it a point to tell him you loved him before you left too, something that never failed to make him beam at you, warm and full of affection.

It helped that you’d both promised that if ever there was a day when you didn’t actually mean the words that you wouldn’t say them at all. However you were rather almost certain that day would never come. You couldn’t imagine someone better suited to you than Sugawara who reminded you each and every how very much he loved you, and how much you loved him too.

He Surprises You

The sound of someone knocking at the front door pulled you away from the mindless scrolling you’d been doing on your phone and prompted you to pull yourself up from the couch, confused about who might be interrupting you on your day off. Your normal suspect would’ve been your boyfriend, but not only did he have a key, he was at school much to your mutual disappointment. However the day off had been unexpected, so he hadn’t been able to take a vacation day in advance and was not so irresponsible that he would call in sick when he wasn’t. He loved the kids too much for that.

It turned out you probably should’ve continued to suspect your boyfriend, as he was the culprit behind the interruption, if not the culprit himself. The delivery guy kindly passed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, just the sight of them bringing a smile to your face as you signed for them, and then brought them into the kitchen where you could admire them.

The bouquet came with a handwritten note that read…

I hope you’re enjoying your day off! When I get home, let’s go on a date okay?

Love,

Koushi

You smiled a little helplessly at the familiar writing, realizing your boyfriend must’ve stopped by the shop personally to pick something out and leave a note for you to read. Your heart felt close to overflowing with affection for him as you snapped a quick picture of your flowers and sent him a quick text to thank him and that it was a definite yes to date night.

Your boyfriend had always been a thoughtful person, but sometimes it still caught you by surprise just how thoughtful he truly was. Sugawara liked to surprise people, and he’d told you once that sweet surprises were the best kind. Looking at your flowers you couldn’t help but agree with him.

He was always doing things like this for you, sending your favorite flowers, making you a cute lunch, buying something small that had reminded him of you and bringing it home as a gift. It never failed to make you feel soft, especially since it proved that he was always thinking of you. You loved it, though you’d told him more than once he was spoiling you.

Sugawara had just shrugged at the accusation and sent you one of his beaming smiles, the kind that never failed to make your heart flip over in your chest, and told you, you deserved to be spoiled. It made you want to spoil him too, the look on his face always worth it when you took time out of your day to make or buy something for him.

With that in mind you quietly began to plan a surprise or two of your own, your previously rather boring, if productive day brightening as you daydreamed about the things you’d like to do for your sweet boyfriend, coming up with several interesting ideas. Time practically flew by, and before you knew it, it was getting close to the time school was letting out.

Carefully you snagged one of the pretty blooms from the bouquet you’d been sent, and tucked it behind your ear, grabbing your things as you practically danced out the door. Sugawara was right after all, pleasant surprises were the best, and you were going to start by picking him up from school. You couldn’t wait to get started on all your ideas, hoping you could make Sugawara feel just as loved as he always did for you.

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Imagine being pregnant in TrollMarket

~ You were one of Jims teachers. Recently pregnant and left alone to raise the baby you moved to Arcadia for a fresh start. However monsters and mayem were not on the pregnancy itinerary and now you've stumbled into a whole world of trouble that doesn't involve your pregnancy problems.

~ Jim swears to you as long as he's Trollhunter no harm will come to you or your baby and he's so sorry that you got caught up in this mess. However your quick to forgive and soon the Trollhunter team becomes your family, the kids becoming your own children in a way.

~ Jim is quick to cook you anything you want. If you have a weird pregnancy craving he'll make whatever you want. Pickled pears? Got it! Something super sweet? Of course. Something really spicy? Sure. Icecream? He'll get the machine and make you some! He loves cooking for you and is glad he can help outside of trollhunting.

~ Toby throughout the entire process becomes your hype man. Becoming pregnant can be hard on your body and how you see yourself. Especially since the hormones make everything seem like a big deal. Sometimes the weight is upsetting or you feel fat and like a slob other times your so tired but feel lazy for taking a nap. He's there to tell you your amazing and beautiful and you should always feel that way because it's true. Self care is key and he's determined to make sure your taken care of the whole pregnancy.

~ Claires an expert in pregnancies because of her baby brother. She helps you make a list of things you should get for the upcoming baby and enjoys maternity shopping with you. You may be a pregnant lady but that doesn't mean you should be forced to live in sweatpants for nine months. She also helps you pick out cute baby clothes and toys for the nursery.

~ Poor Blinky in his excitement mixes up troll customs with human ones and creates weird hybrid things that don't actually exist and defiently don't help the pregnancy.

~ The kids and trolls keep up on absolutely everything. You're very well taken care of the whole pregnancy. Jim makes sure your eating. Toby makes sure you take care of yourself. And Claire helps you with house stuff when you need it. Draal, Blinky, and Aarrrgh also get very involved. They want to hear about your doctor appointments and see all the sonograms and ultrasounds. (Good luck getting their hands off you when the baby begins kicking)

~ You never got a baby shower so the troll team surprises you. Claire organizes the party, Jim handles the cake and food, meanwhile Toby invites all your friends and decorates. You get gifts from trolls, people, and even changelings. Strickler didn't come but he sent an expensive gift and a nice card.

~ You don't think much of it as it's a busy fun day full of gifts, laughter, games, and love. When the parties over they have one last surprise for you. Taking you upstairs the kids are excited to show you a recently decorated nursey!

~ Blinky had painted the walls of the room to look like an enchanted forest. There was elegant trees with birds and critters and flowers full of bees and butterflies. Soft green carpet laid on the floor and you nearly cried as you looked around. Draal had built you a beautiful crib of wood with little pieces of heart stone hanging off of it. And Aarrrgh smiled as he'd put in some shelves and arranged toys. Stepping further into the room taking it in, the crib was full of fluffy pillows and soft blankets. All of them were fantasy themed with pixies or tales of fae. Hand made dolls of the trolls were in a toy bin and plushies of goblins and other creatures were placed around the room. There was a gorgoues rocking chair in the corner and next to it a shelf full of young troll books and childrens toys. There was also a wooden changing station with soft pillows for your baby that held all the supplies you needed to clean and change them. You cry telling them this is the best gift ever.

~ Bular found you by accident. About half way through your second term Goblins were chasing the trollhunting team and out of options they hid at your house since you were the closest. The U.V lights you installed made the goblins flee and you thought that was the end of that until a changeling tried to break into your home a couple days later.

~ The team decides Trollmarket was the safest place for you. Staying in Trollmarket until the baby comes and you can safely move everyone is excited. Trolls may not love humans but the fact that your carrying a life inside of you is seen as a glorious thing. Trollmarket would never turn a pregnant person away even if they are a human. You get an influx of gifts from trolls around the market and they all make a point to smile and wave whenever they see you, something they didn't do before.

~ If your feet ever become sore, don't worry about it. In human standards you may be big but in troll ones your small. Blinky, Aarrrgh, Draal they'll carry you if they see you struggling. It's also a troll instinct to want to feed anything that's tiny so be prepared for trolls constantly offering you strange things to eat because they think you should be bigger for the baby. Gifts are a common occurrence as you live with Blinky. Weapons. Troll toys. Books. You also receive a lot of interesting letters.

~ Blinky tells the babies stories every night before you got to bed. He reads human fairy tales but also tells troll lore excited. Aarrrgh snuggles next to you and wherever the baby kicks he laughs. You always go to bed warm and happy as your baby rests soundly in your stomach.

~ Draal gets very protective of you when you locate to Trollmarket. He was protective before but after the attack he's now a guard dog, constantly by your side unless the team really needs him. When the baby starts kicking he's nervous to touch your belly at first. He'd seen the others do it and he wanted to as well. Taking his hand you gently put it your stomach and his eyes widen as he feels a strong kick against it.

"They're a warrior!" He states excited and you chuckle. With who they'd be raised with you had no doubt they'd be a warrior.

~ Aarrrgh is very cuddly the entire pregnancy. He wants the baby to be warm and safe so he often curls up around you when you take naps. He's often nuzzling your baby bump and asking questions. Human pregnancies and troll ones are very different and sometimes he gets confused but he does his best.

~ Blinky reads way to many books that Claire brings over about babies. Now he thinks he's an expert on all things baby related. The entire pregnancy he gives ludicrous advice thinking it'll help the pregnancy and the baby. It's sweet but he becomes a bit overbearing and the kids sometimes have to intervene.

~ Vendel gets annoyed when the others have to leave and he's stuck with you. But as you waddle around the Heartstone complaining about sore feet and back pains he pauses. He leads you somewhere to sit down. He gives you a chunk of heartstone to hold and wraps you in blankets so your warm. Wandering away he comes back with tea for the both of you and starts a pleasant chat.

~ You've wandered into a dangerous world and your worried about your baby, about the kids. They shouldn't be alone... They shouldn't be taking care of you, your the adult! Vendel notices the sad way you say alone and care. He sees your lip tremble and it hits him your scared. He softly asks you if your afraid to be alone, if your afraid you won't get the care you need. Your hands instinctively touch the baby bump and your thoughts wander to the father who'd walked out on you. You nod feeling tears in your eyes and he gently puts his head to yours humming something soft and soothing.

"You are not alone here and you will be cared for here."

You begin sobbing relieved as he rubs your back. No you suppose you had nothing to worry about.

~ Vendel knows a lot about human pregnancies thanks to asking you and doing some light research. Blinky likes to challenge the old man about it and they often bicker about what's good and not good for you and the baby. It can be quit entertaining if not alarming.

~ Vendel gives you potions for morning sickness so you no longer puke when you wake up and he gives you tea to sooth your aching muscles. He gifts you a heartstone necklace so that peace may always be with you as you carry the baby.

~ Your in Blinkies library one day. The kids are out patrolling and your enjoying a nice night when suddenly your soaked. At first you assume you peed yourself and are a tad emabrassed but you know Blinky will understand. Calling him in for some assistance he pauses seeing you and that's when the contractions start. You didn't pee, your water just broke.

~ Going to a hospital may take too long and getting out of the canal was too dangerous at this point. You're very carefully picked up by Aarrrgh before your rushed to the heartstone. Someone had ran ahead so Vendel was getting ready as you were brought in.

~ There are soft blankets to lay on and your put on a Heartstone slab which eases the pain of labor. Trolls excitedly wait outside of the heartstone for the baby to come. Hours pass and although your sweaty and exhausted you can't help but smile as your baby is placed in your arms.

~ The kids run in along with Draal and they stare at you holding your newborn. You're covered in blankets and sweaty but you couldn't be happier as you stare at your baby. They're swaddled in a soft furry blanket holding a chunk of heartstone with wide eyes. They look around and you smile.

"Hi... Hi... I'm your mama..." You mumble holding them close. "This is your family..."

~ Vendel takes the baby to check on them and you sleep after the draining expeirnce when you wake you smile holding your child close. Vendel was the official grandpa and you'd named Aarrrgh and Blinky the godfathers of the child. You said the kids could be sisters and brothers if they wanted and you told Draal he was an uncle. They were all very excited.

~ You give your baby a human name and a Trollish one. One you'd use in the human one and one you'd use in TrollMarket. Holding them close and looking at your family you smile. You wouldn't have it any other way.

@arcadia-trash

[sidespart]

For the fake fic title, if you're still doing it: Why do you hate me? (I honestly don't know where I came up with this lol)

X-Men AU!!! Found Family + Anxceit friendship. TW: child soldiers, child endangerment, abuse etc

(So typical X-men universe set up: some people are born with the X gene, which typically triggers during puberty, giving that person a mutation which normally results in cool powers. Many people hate mutants for their differences (/ bad press of people using their mutant powers for the evilz) and so most mutants live in hiding. The Xavier Institute is a school set up by an extremely powerful mutant which seeks to provide a safe space for young mutants to learn to manage their powers, get a regular education and hopes to see peace between humanity and mutant kind. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants is a group of mutants who believe humans will never let mutant live in peace and do various anti-human, pro-mutant vaguely terrorist-y actions (there’s like a billion version of the x-men and these details may not be correct for all the versions all of the time because comics but this is the vague idea))

ANYWAY PLOT - Containment breach at the Super Secret Child Soldier Lab (SSCSL) - Subject VII has escaped. Subject VII is only 6-7 years old but his mutations were artificially triggered much younger than is normal. He can warp reality and create very sophisticated illusions, but has very limited control over his powers.

Cut too - Virgil and Dee, a couple of teenage mutants living on the street. They find a little boy with a buzzcut wandering around The Bad Part Of Town and Virgil immediately decides they need to adopt/help him (Dee makes more of a fuss about how this is not their responsibility and the kids barely even talking and do you know how hard I work just to keep you and now you wanna add another mouth to feed?? Huhh?? but obviously does not actually say no) (Dee is like. Barely any older than Virgil he’s just dramatic). 

Naturally, just as the three of them have had time to bond, the SSCSL and other assorted bad guys show up to try and take VII back. There’s a big fight, Virgil and Dee have a lot more experience with flight and would probably have ended up dead if the X-men (Patton and Logan) hadn't shown up to save them. 

But they lose VII.

Patton and Logan take them back to the Xavier institute to recuperate and offer to let them stay. They can go to school there, get some training and help the X-men track down VII and the whole SSCSL. Virgil says yes, Dee says no.

(So, reasoning - Virgil's mutation developed when he was 12. It was not pleasant. Various students at his school were injured and the media set up a which hunt for the mutant that caused the chaos. Virgil ran away from home because he was worried about the backlash on his family and about hurting anyone else again. So to him, this school full of mutants who can help him control his power, can offer him stability and a return to normal structures and routines, who are promising to help him get in contact with his parents if and when he’s ready?? This is like every fantasy he’s ever had come true

Unlike the other characters, Dee’s primary mutation is physical. He was born with it, its very obvious and its resulted in him being rejected for most of his life. He bounced around increasingly disturbing foster homes before running away when he was very young, so most of his memories are of living on the streets and surviving on his own. So, to him, number one: all adults are inherently untrustworthy idiots and number two: stay at a school? where they expect him to have a curfew? and, what - write essays? follow all their random arbitrary rules? rely on them for food and heat and all that shit? Completely ludicrous.)

It doesn't occur to either of them that the other one isn't going to agree with them. The resulting argument is epic and cruel, both hurling accusations at the other (Ungrateful /controlling are two of the big ones..) and both basically feeling hateful and 100% betrayed. Dee leaves and although they look for him, he’s got a lifetime experience of hiding and they cant find him.

CUT TO - 5 years later. Virgil is a (semi) well adjusted 19 year old junior X-men. He’s still a bit withdrawn, but is very close with Patton and Logan. He’s still holding out hope of finding VII one day and still firmly pretending he’s not listing out for any possible news of Dee (there were rumours some years ago of him joining the brother hood of evil mutants but then it all went quiet) who he, of course, hates for his betrayal. 

BUT THEN - mysterious knocking at the door in the night. Dee, now wearing a hat and cape and calling himself Janus, has returned. And he’s brought with him a little boy with a buzzcut and a tattoo of XXII on his foot.

Janus and Virgil need to put aside their resentment and work together to help XXII, who really does not seem interested in helping them, and hopefully use any clues he can give them about the SSCSL to track down VII. But that's difficult when they’re both still struggling with their own trauma and have no idea how to reconnect - both of them want to ask why do you hate me but are a bit too scared of the answer. ...

This already got way to long so mutant power/ extra back story descriptions under cut!

Patton - 22/27 years old. An extremely powerful telepath/empath. It takes him serious concentration and focus to not hear peoples thoughts and its almost impossible to not feel their feelings. Some people dislike him because of this as they feel he's spying on them. Grew up in the Xavier institute and 100% believes in and is committed to the future where humans and mutants live in harmony. Has pretty limited life experience in the real world. Sometimes floats. (inspired by professor X)

Logan - 21/26 years old. Fires destructive laser beams from his eyes. Was in a car accident when he was younger leaving him with permanent but apparently harmless brain damage - until his mutation developed and he slowly realised that no matter how much he trained he just couldn't control his power. Has to wear specialised eye guards at all times to keep himself from accidentally destroying everything around him. Had big plans to go to university and was angry at his mutation for a long time for getting in the way of that. Eventually enrolled online and is now a very dedicated teacher at the Institute. (inspired by cyclops) 

Janus - 15(?) / 20(?) His primary mutation is  lizard/snake like scales over most of his body, but especially the left side. Has oversized fangs, and yellow eye and a short lizard tail. His secondary mutation makes him immune to almost any sort of mental based mutation (so Logan could still knock him on his ass with his lasers, but Patton cant sense anything form him and Virgil cant whammy him). Spent a lot of his life on his own and got by being sneaky, cunning and charming. Initially took Virgil in because he saw that his powers could be useful for keeping them both safe, but eventually Virgil became his first real friend.

Virgil - 14/19. Shadow manipulation and ‘draining’. Virgil can make himself (and with practice, people he touches) literally disappear into the shadows. He can also direct shadows as powerful energy ‘blasts’, but in order to do so he has to drain any surrounding living things of their energy. When his mutation first developed  he took out half of the school hall where his exam was being held, leaving 15 students in a coma. (inspired by rouge/shadow cat)

VII - 6? / 11? Reality warping/illusion powers. One of the institutes first successful subjects. He was able to escape by changing the wall of his cell into a door. He finds it hard to talk but can project his ideas as lifelike illusions who can talk for him. One of his best is the image a handsome grown up Prince and he will often use this Illusion as an avatar to communicate. When he was 6 he did have some hazy memories of outside the SSCSL and expressed a desire to go home. Current status is unknown. 

XXI - 7.  Illusion powers  (reality warping has been removed from the program by his time as subjects proved too difficult to control). Has no memories of outside the institute and is extremely uncooperative with his new captors/guardians. He does not understand the affection they’re trying to show him and lashes out a lot, often by creating a lot of extremely disturbing and graphic illusions. Bites. 

[storybookstalker]

A Helping Hand

 - Author’s Note -

➥ Sorry for my absence! I’ve been struggling with my mental illness and with school a lot so it’s been hard to really keep up with anything. Hopefully this somewhat makes up for some of that time! This is a smallish fic I made for my art trade with @yandere-starchild​ ! I really hope you love it as much as I loved your part of our trade! 

↳ Yandere - Platonic - Bruce Wayne : Batman 

↳ Yandere - Implied - Tim Drake : Red Robin

It’s insanely lucky that she’d managed to get into Gotham High to begin with, especially without having the whole support thing that seemed to come with having parents. Nor any other kind of support network. She didn’t exactly have friends at the school, regardless of how hard she used to try,— not that she had many, to begin with— but she’d like to think that grades were more important than friendship. She’d found somewhat of a friend in some kid named Tim a while back, but he’d gone and dropped out. Not that she blamed him, even if he was weird with how he just suddenly greeted her as if they knew each other one day. No, Ymir would have dropped out a long time ago if she had the choice. The classes were long, tiring, and too early; and forced her to stay up way too late in a cold effort to keep up with the curriculum. She’d zone out in forced attempts to jot down the teacher’s notes, it’d probably be more fun to watch paint dry than do this. The detention from falling asleep in class only led to more trouble with the dean and with her legal guardians, and more falling asleep on cold desks from sheer exhaustion. 

All of this funneling down into why Ymir found herself waiting outside the probably electric, kinda scary looking fence that surrounded the Wayne Manor. Looking back on it, this was most likely a horrible idea. 

The other week she had run into Tim again, quite literally bumping into him and pouring hot coffee onto his nice (and probably expensive—) looking sweater. He didn’t seem to mind all that much surprisingly— despite her embarrassment— and somehow the two ended up chatting like old friends in a booth, bonding over their shared frustration with Gotham High. 

“Y'know, I actually used to be pretty good with your classes! Just lost the motivation to do them.” 

“Haha, yeah I know what you mean,” Ymir agreed, “It’s just really hard to keep up and it doesn’t help that I’m falling behind a bit…” 

That’s when he offered to tutor her. It was a little shocking, considering she had just dumped hot coffee on his nice sweater. His logic was that he’d have to go back to the school eventually, so helping her study would benefit both of them. 

“Besides,” Tim continued, “we should try to get to know each other better.” 

And so, that’s how the very tired girl ended up spending a few days with Tim every week. 

Usually, they’d meet at a library or something but Tim asked to study at his house this week, which led full circle back to her standing in front of Wayne Manor. Ymir probably should have known that Tim was a Wayne long before this point, but apparently, it had never come up. Or, rather she probably just didn’t pick up on it, not that it mattered now. 

Ymir wondered if he had jokingly given her a fake address until the manor’s gate began opening up. Her nervousness only managed to increase the closer she got to the house, not that she could easily turn around with how the gate shut behind her, everything looked way too expensive for her to even be looking at. The front door was even more intimidating; was she supposed to use a different door? Ymir’s dizzying resolve just barely steadied when Tim appeared and greeted her, calling her inside. 

If Tim noticed her awkwardness, he didn’t mention it. He and the manor’s butler, Mr. Pennyworth, seemed to welcome Ymir. Pennyworth, though Tim tried to encourage her to call him Alfred, offered drinks and snacks throughout the study session. The older man would step in to help if either party seemed to have more questions than they could answer but it was mostly just the two teens for the majority of the time. Ymir’s nerves soothed themselves as time went on, by the end of the session she found herself talking to Tim normally. Ymir went home with a smile, maybe she’d found a friend, finally. 

Weeks passed, and while her grades did improve, Ymir’s parents seemed unhappy with the entire situation still. It was hard to enjoy her time with the Waynes when her parents would scold her for having “too much fun”, apparently too happy to be studying as she should be. She was sure Tim noticed it, but vocalizing anything happening would just ruin it more for her.

It wasn’t until Tim had to cancel a study session that all it tipped over. Her confusing relationship with Tim, her parents shoving their expectations down her throat, school— all bundled into a breakdown in front of the Wayne Manor. The constrictive lump in her throat dropped to her stomach when Bruce Wayne himself stepped out from the gate and invited her inside. 

Ymir tried to backtrack, Tim wasn’t there so why would she come in—? 

“Nonsense,” Bruce brushed off her stuttering, “Any friend of Tim’s is always welcome here.” 

He waited for her to follow before leading her into his Manor. In which he sat Ymir down and got water for the teary-eyed student. Bruce explained that Tim had mentioned that she seemed overly stressed, “Which is odd, from what Alfred and Tim tell me you’re doing much better grade-wise.” 

Ymir’s heart dropped to her stomach, she didn’t really want to shove her family issues onto the most wealthy man in Gotham. Especially not after all the help Tim gave her. What kind of a ‘thank you’ is crying and whining? 

Ymir steadied herself, “I am. I’m passing now, I’m grateful for everything Tim’s done for me, Mr. Wayne.”

“Bruce is fine, Ymir. With how often you’re over here you might as well be family.” Bruce smiled, almost in a reassuring way, as if he already knew how overwhelmed she was. “And since you’re basically family, I want you to know that this is a safe place for you. If you need anything, you can tell me.” 

The lack of care from her own parents and the warmth from the Waynes came crashing down on her, hot tears came rolling down her face as she attempted to explain herself. There was no rush from Bruce or Alfred, both of which comforting her in their own ways. 

She spent the next few hours venting out her emotions about her family and school, Bruce offering advice. Tim appeared later on in the evening, inviting her to watch a movie to help calm down after her comfort session with Bruce. 

Meanwhile, Bruce made a call home and ensured that she was allowed to stay over should she want to. The Waynes were more capable of taking care of Ymir, Bruce just had to make sure they could continue to protect her. Not that it would be difficult. With a family like Ymir’s? All he needed to do was pull some strings, her family should be proud to have their daughter be accepted as a ward of Bruce Wayne himself. For now, he was happy to wait until she was comfortable enough to call the Manor her home. 

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