#still cant get over that he only used my best friend's correct name and pronouns because he knew that i would not accept him using the wron

[rottingcompost]

it's been 5 years since i graduated and i'm still haunted by a shitty soundcloud rap an ex friend made about me. not because anyone else knows about it, but because it was extremely cursed and cringy to the point where i would sacrifice a goat or some shit if it meant i could forget its existence

[smol-grey-tea]

I was gonna write the romo attraction thing today but honestly i dont feel like doing it bc im just rlly upset about smth that im sure a lot of ppl can relate to

So my irl friend groups are very... well they dont know much about these kinds of things, i had to be a walking encyclopaedia for them about my identities like nb stuff bc they didn't bother to just... look it up.

When i told them i was trans they would say "omg are you actually trans?? I have a trans best friend!!" Yikes

Instead they would ask me to explain it. Which is fine, i kinda hate having to explain for the 5th time that no, using the correct terms and pronouns is not a fucking burden, and that yes, dysphoria is awful and wont just magically go away.

and when i tell them to yk, not use pronouns for me and just use my name instead, not 1 person did that. They just... misgendered me and used she/her when i explicitly told them that it makes me dysphoric. I then told them to use coo/coos/cooself instead bc i quite like it, but they still didnt use it.

Then i gave up and told them to use they/them since it doesnt make me dysphoric even tho i lowkey hate it. They still misgender me but said "they'll try to get used to it". Its not that hard guys what the actual fuck???

Anyway, i was actually going to talk about aspec stuff. So i only told one of them that i was demiromantic demisexual, and they said "wtf is that" which yk is not a nice way to react to someone coming out, but i have thick skin so i just explained it bc again they couldnt bother to search it, and they said "ok ig" and changed the subject when i wanted to explain my attraction???? I've never had anyone that i could talk to about my complicated feelings with being aspec and just when i thought i could i was shut down.

I thought it was over and done with, until they started to... ignore my fucking identity??? Which i would say is way more important and personal to me than my bisexuality??? They never did any of that bs with my bisexuality probably bc they were pansexual themself, but jfc is it that hard to not make jokes about me being horny or having a crush or joking about setting me up on blind dates??? It legit made me so uncomfortable and i have no idea what to say.

Bc remember, they didnt exactly respect my pronouns and kept using gendered terms to refer to me even more after i came out??? I swear it feels like its on purpose every time they called me a girl but whatever

Istg they forgot that im demi bc they keep making these jokes and ignoring that i dont feel sexual or romantic attraction like that and keep acting as if i want to date ppl or fuck them when i say they look pretty??? I spent way too fucking long mistaking my aesthetic attraction for sexual for ppl to once again reinforce this idea and im done with it. Please for the love of god stop it.

I said i liked wilbur and thought he was rlly cute and they then proceeded to, you guessed it, act like im in love with him or that i want to fuck him. First of all, hes a real person on the internet that i do not know, 2nd of all, fucking eww, and 3rd of all, hes a whole ass adult and we r both in high school. Yikes again.

Ofc i didnt tell them these things and just said that i dont like him that way and just thought he was pretty and nothing else. They completely ignored this and thought i was just embarrassed or smth or that i was in denial. Yikes again again.

So yeah. The only lesson i learned is to never come out as aspec to anyone irl ever again. Tbh i kinda want to tell them that im not bi and that i dont feel any kind of attraction. It would be a lie but christ i wish they would stop. They can validate my bisexuality but not my nb or aspec identities? I knew that queer sexualities were more normalized now which is awesome but why cant they do that for trans ppl or aspecs? Why does it have to stop there?

Sorry for venting like this but i thought this might be relatable for yall. Ive never had the experience of feeling "broken" bc of any of my identities, im very confident in them. I just wish other ppl other than my online friends would feel the same.

Also sorry for delaying the romo attraction thingy i just rlly dont feel like it rn. Idk when i will write it but hopefully if i feel better i will finish it today

There's no pressure to write it up dude it's cool :) whenever you're ready ❤

And those ppl do not sound like good friends- idk exactly how old you are but ik I'm older, and I can tell you for certain that you will find better friends one day. It's guaranteed :) they don't deserve your friendship and I am glad to validate and help you in any way you need ❤❤

Yee I've never felt broken either! I think an element of that is that I thought I was allo for a very long time? But on the other hand I was bullied in my childhood for not having attraction so idk why that hasn't manifested into a phobia of romance but eh I'm better off this way whether it makes sense or not.

It makes me happy as well cuz a lot of ppl in the community seem very pessimistic abt how we're treated but it's nice to know that not all of us feel broken cuz the 2 of us are living examples of that :)

But unfortunately yeah, your experiences above are things many ppl can relate to. I'm sure almost everyone can remember a time where they came out to someone and weren't met with good responses,,

Let this be a reminder that this is not right and we deserve more support for something so personal. Even if you don't understand someone's identity that doesn't give you the right to dismiss or ignore them. Our identities are very important and personal to us and supporting them is basic respect.

[queer-as-frikc]

My coming out story is weird, it gets a lil transphobic so tw near the end tw long post too

So, pretty much throughout my time growing up through elementary school and half of middle school, i grew up in a white middle class area. I didnt know about the LGBTQ+ or anything other than what I saw, which was white people and an occasional poc. Eventually I had to move and I ended up in a super diverse area, and ended up becoming best friends with this person (they are ftm now so imma use the right pronouns but they were f when this story mostly takes place) he told me all about things I didnt know, specifically the LGBTQ+ community and that he was pan, and it was new information so just like any 13 year old learning new things, I questioned myself, I questioned if I could like the same sex or not or possibly more.

Sadly, drama happened between my best friend, his girlfriend and I, so thing got a little weird. But there was a time in winter, when he was off that relationship for more than a month and he said he'd like to date me, and I really thought about it before hand and said yeah, I couldnt tell you how happy I was to have this experience.

I told my mom that night, in a round about way cuz I was nervous, "Hey mom, what if I liked girls?" She told me she doesnt think that I do, because I always expressed feelings for guys, and when I tell her I didnt really understand what being gay was when I was younger, I didn't really know it was a possibility. She snapped at me and said, "Unless you are willing to kiss a girl and do the other stuff, you arent gay at all."

Eventually I have a sit down conversation with her, about how confusing this all was and how I wish I knew how I felt, and so on. She said she had a similar questioning phase but it never stuck so she doesnt think I am.

Like a month later I figure it out and dude that was so gratifying. I came out as bi to my mom, who just dismissed the whole thing, but I was terrified to tell my uncle (it's a long story about that, no it's not "sweet home Alabama") because he always said bi's were wh*res so yeah. I ended up telling him, and he goes, "You know my opinion on it but that doesnt mean that I'll disown you or anything." Btw the relationship (dating wise) with my best friend after he came out as ftm because he went back to his ex, it's all cool tho.

So that was that, or so I thought. It was my first year of high school, and I finally really understood the definition of pan, what was holding me back though was the trans experience, I thought because I didnt know what it was like, I couldnt be pan, even though I didnt have a preference, turns out it just means you like people no matter their gender and it like, clicked finally so yeah. I've told my family about that since but I a similar reaction: my mom said she doesnt think I am and she lectured me on my generation having so many labels and how she hated it. My uncle said he appreciated that I was pan more than me being bi which confused me but he just had a better view of pansexual than bisexual. (I explained to both of them what the difference was but idk man)

I believe it was my second year of high school when I really started to question my gender, and that was mostly because I saw a video of what gender dysphoria looks like if it's not that strong and you arent aware for ftm. So like wearing bagging clothes all the time, always wearing sports bras, and practically no other bra, feeling really good if someone accidentally calls you sir, etc. And I was like, oml it's me. But it wasnt, I didnt find that out until later tho. So, with my friend group, I find a name that seems to fit me well and ask them to address me by it and he/him pronouns, as like a test of sorts. (All of my friends are gay in some way so it was cool) In the end tho, I got a little iffy about the whole thing and wouldnt ever correct them at times or it was just off for me. I felt really bad because I thought that they might have thought that I was just trying to force myself to be more like them, but I wasnt, i still felt bad though and kinda dropped it.

I'm not sure 100% how I figured it out tho, but I remember talking to my best friend (not the same one from middle school, they were my best friend as well but they arent the same person) about the whole experience and I believe they brought up the idea of genderfulid, and I was like :0.... what that. They explain it, you go aall over the gender spectrum, some days you might feel like a boy, others you might feel like you have no gender, some days you might feel like your gender is something completely weird and different, that's just what it is. And I was like, "It fits but like, I barely feel femme at any point in time, maybe like once a year." And they tell me, that's ok and stuff as long as my gender just decides to be a completely weird and went all over the place, it counted, so I was like, "I finally figured it out!!!" And i was so happy.

Then came the time I was comfortable enough to tell my parents. I had been using the label genderfuild for over half a year already and I thought that it was what I was so it was ok to tell them. I saw how ok me being gay went, so I was nervous but not as nervous as I should have been, probably. I told my mom first, she went on a similar rant of her no liking my generations labels and such, but it went fine, I explained it, I thought I was through, I thought I was fine, apparently not. One day I'm in the shower and I hear my mom being very expressive with what ever shes talking about to my uncle, which is fine, she needs someone to vent to sometimes. When I get out though, and I can here her clearly, I hear sees complaining about what I told her recently, that I'm genderfulid, but instead of saying that, she only says I want to be a boy. (Oh no) So shes complaining to him, asking why I cant be more like her and just be a masculine girl and be fine, why do I have to fit in with the crowd of my generation to feel special, why cant I just be fine with who I am now? Etc.

The sad thing is, that night, I was going out shopping for pants and underwear with my uncle because I needed some and I wore men's pants already at that point, because they are more durable, and stuff so I knew it was gonna be a long ride. My mom was snippy with me that whole night, just the entire time which sucked.

When we finally left to go get clothes though, I didnt know it could get worse. My uncle lectured me about how that's just my generations fad, and how his was making tattoos and piercings ok in the work place and mine is being trans a gay and all that crap, and that I'm just trying to fit in, I'm not being myself, no matter how much I chop myself up and cut my hair and take hormones my chromosomes will never change and so I can never be an actual guy. He also said that I would bring just more attention to myself being a woman who does guy things rather than try and be one, and he thinks I'm doing this all for attention. I was mad but silent at this point, I didnt want to cause anything to happen. He ended up asking me, "So did you pick a different name?" I was surprised but I said yeah, and my friends were using it and it seemed to fit better. He asked me what it was and fear over took my body. I told him, "I'll only tell you if you dont use it against me if your mad." He says, "i cant promise that." And then gets mad because I wont tell him. Though I do, because I feel obligated since hes buying me clothes. To be even more confusing, he buys me guys underwear, and undershirts along with the predetermined pants he promised me and now I'm so confused.

But it gets even worse. When we get home, my mom freaks out on him because be bought me all that mens stuff and she said he was encouraging my behavior and stuff, he defended with it's just clothes, and yah it is. Eventually things settle down, obviously my mom isnt talking to be, but that's for the best at this point. I'm in the living room with my uncle and he just then starts harassing me with questions like, how do you know? he asks. "Well, I just feel that way, same as you." I say. But why do you wanna be a guy? he asks. "I dont wanna be a guy, it's just weird that way. Also it's not me being a guy, it me being many more than that," I say. He says that's bullsh*t. I offer to show him videos that better explain what trans is and how it's an actual sciencey thing and stuff but he said he wont take a video because he wants me to say it. And then he just goes off, saying the name I picked out shows how self centered I am because I am selfish, he kept asking me if i liked to fight, to catch and play with bugs, to be strong, to be angry all the time, and all these stereotypes for men and I just left, and went to bed. He wasnt going to listen to me, so there wasnt a point to me staying.

But, it gets worse. The morning comes and I'm awoken by the slam of my door by my uncle and the laughter of my mom. My uncle starts being really aggressive and starts cleaning my room, I only have clothes on the floor mostly so that's all it was, but he starts saying, well if you're gonna be a man, imma start training you like one, the man of the house picks up after everyone, the man of the house does everything he can to help the house run smoothly, the man of the house has to be strong, and all that stuff. (Which I thought was funny because he was "the man of the house" yet I did everything, and still do. I clean up most after him, funny huh.) And, I know what's happening and so I stay in bed, I don't want this to happen. But I literally get ripped out of my bed by my uncle and get told to stop being a little b*tch and a brat because I'm being selfish by my mom and I'm yelled at to sit in the living room and wait while my uncle cleans my room. When hes done hes starts lecturing me and being all aggressive and in my face. He keeps asking me a million questions with the tone that he didnt care so I knew he wouldn't listen. Eventually, him and my mom leave, I'm told to stay there until I get back. When they do get back, they act like everything is fine, nothing happened between them and I and it's just been so hard for me to talk to them about that since.

I'm greatful that I dont have to deal with that anymore but every time something that that is brought up with my family, I panic so much now. I'm fine and I'm safe but it was very traumatic for me. And uh, thanks for listening.

hey, thank you so much for sharing your story. this was just. so heartbreaking. noone deserves to have a person like your uncle in their life. im so sorry you had to go through all of that. i hope you’re in a much better place now <3 (also i loveeddd reading about how you figured it out) =)

again, tysm <3

[totiredtowrite]

Hey! I'm really happy for you, congratulations on reaching 100 followers. Thank you for sharing your work.

I was hoping I could join the matchup event. This is my first, so sorry if I get anything wrong.

💠Fandom: JJK/Saiki K, write for whichever you find most fitting.

💠I'm transmasc genderfluid, he/they pronouns, but you can only use he if it makes it easier.

💠Trope: frenemies/rivals to lovers(?)

💠Three things about me:

🔹️ my love language is acts of service; I like helping people, i feel like shit when i cant help people, i cry when people help me. What I usually do is help someone with their hw (somehow, my academics are pretty good), clean for them, cook for them and bring/buy/lend them stuff they need.

🔹️I'm observant and quick to analyze, but I lack confidence in my opinion (as in I dont think my opinion is needed or correct) so I usually stay silent.

🔹️I look cold on the outside, but I try my best to be an inviting person when someone approaches me. Otherwise, I dont speak to anyone.

💠. People I get along with

🔹️ I honestly get along with initiative people. If they dont mind starting conversations and inviting me on their own, theres a high chance we will become friends.

🔹️I like a person that just comes up to me and start talking, but also a person that knows when to give me a break. I'd like it if they're passionate in something.

🔹️Maybe also a person who can tolerate insults, because I am always the "I'm so done with your bullshit" guy and I will voice that a lot. Though if they're uncomfortable, I'll try to wind it down.

Hopefully this wasn't too much. Also, sorry if I'm past the deadline, it's still July 4th for me. Stay safe.

Your Match Is

Shun Kaidou

Why?

Kaidou often tries his hardest to seem interesting in front of people.

His over the top confidence will allow him to approach you, and chances are he'll try and seem as cool at possible while doing so.

If you want passion with Kaidou, you've got it. He will not hesitate to voice his opinions, and if you insult him chances are he'll attempt to insult you back before tripping on his words.

While he seems like a complete idiot sometimes, he is rather academically and possibly emotionally adept.

This will enable him to understand when you want to take a break from things.

If he ever needs help with something, he'll go straight to you. His grades are pretty good so far, but if he's confused you can bet he'll be awkwardly asking to study with you.

Your maturity and his over-the-top act will make a great pair, especially because you can keep him in check.

🂠🃑🃁🂱🂡

First Impressions

Shun Kaidou can be an idiot sometimes. There wasn't any denying that fact.

You weren't in his class, so of course he had hardly any clue who you are. So naturally when he saw you in the library, (looking all intimidating in his eyes), he had to find out just who you are.

That actually wasn't hard. All he had to do was walk up to you and attempt to demand who you are.

And, he tried.

He walked right up to you and said something along the lines of "You! Who... Are–What is your– who... what's your name..."

He tried his best, but his words died in his throat when you turned lidded, uninterested eyes his way. You didn't mean to look so cold and uninterested, you just didn't have the time to gague his reactions.

You attempted to lighten your gaze, and put out a little "(L/n)," but Kaidou already made up his mind about you.

His thoughts being "Oh my god what the hell is he trying to do?" And then "wait but they didn't do anything... NO, they must be trying to throw my game off! He's a menace!" It was a hasle. You didn't know you could see someone's thoughts on their face like that, but Kaidou had just proved you wrong.

He simply turned and attempted to make a fast get away, his face becoming progressively more red in the process.

Kaidou's Crush Phase

Denial.

All denial, all the time.

After your first encounter, Shun tried his best to run into you 'on accident.'

You found it weird, and started to find him very... Not charming, if that makes any sense.

When you finally confronted him about it, he just sputtered and said something about you being his rival now.

You, (being you), told him to "Cut the shit and just tell you" what was actually going on.

He, again, said something about rivalry and walked out of the door awkwardly.

His crush on you was there from the beginning, in all honesty.

He just didn't know how to deal with it, and that's led to you disliking him to a degree.

Sometimes he leaves pencils on your desk before you get to your class if he has an extra or if you've forgotten one.

Which brings us on to our next topic

🂠🃑🃁🂱🂡

Frenemies

After a while, you decided that maybe you were a bit harsh on Kaidou.

He was just trying his best after all, it's not like he was doing anything heinous. You walked up to him, (taking him by surprise), and gently placed hour hand on his shoulder.

He jumped when he turned around. "Sorry for being so unreasonably harsh," you looked to the side. He went red. "Is everything okay?" You asked in an attempt to maintain a calm demeanor.

He just nodded very fast and darted away. While he may he awkward now, he gets better later on.

🂠🃑🃁🂱🂡

Confession

Kaidou's confession wasn't really a confession.

His form of affection is little things.

Like I mentioned, he'll leave pencils for you if you need them, or organize a playlist for you.

Hell, he'll even let you in on his Dark Reunion business.

When it comes to the 'not really confession,' it's because slowly you just worked up to doing couple stuff.

You are more direct than he is, so you were the one to tell him how you felt.

You said something like "Can we just start officially dating already?"

He got kind of defensive, but nodded with a little smile on his face.

So convoluted for no reason.

🂠🃑🃁🂱🂡

Honorable Mention

Kuboyasu Aren

[derp-fox-ok]

Rant time! Ok so basically i knew my dad was emotionally abusive but i couldn't pick out exactly how until now. He has done ALL of this. I by that i mean ALL. MULTIPLE TIMES EVEN. He has threatened to take my devices (and has!), constantly asks what I'm doing when i head out, and he still has the audacity to say he wants the best for me.

He has taken my phone away form me because I couldn't talk to people around me (selective muteness)

he has taken my laptop because I wanted to lay in bed all day because i "wasn't awake" even though i was very much woken by his yelling

he has threatened to take down my fairy lights that I PAYED FOR MYSELF

he also said that he was going to take down my door because i closed it cause i wanted privacy

ALSO everytime i went out with my friends he would ask "where are you going? Who are hanging out with?" etc

When I found Virgil (rescued kitten) i had to tell him where i was and he got upset with me when I WAS ON THE OTHER STREET OVER

I have to resort to creeping out the back door now so i dont have to answer an questions

I also have to hide in my room every night because if he finds im awake he will YELL AT ME and im only awake because of my depression

He also thinks im like just being dramatic when i dont want to get out of bed

I have to force myself to go to school most days because i ABSOLUTELY cant tell him i need a mental health day

I dont even feel comfortable when im in the same building with him if my mom isn't present (my brother is basically invisible)

He also tells me to stop acting when im expressing myself

Let me make that clear:

HE GETS ANGRY WHEN I FINALLY ACT MYSELF AND DONT FAKE SMILES OR LAUGHER BECAUSE HE THINKS I NEED TO AND I QUOTE "Separate my internet life from my social life" LIKE BITCH MY INTERNET LIFE IS MY IRL LIFE. YOU ARE THE ONE NOT ACCEPTING ME

He also says he'll accept me but still calls me by my dead name (only correcting himself like 1 or 2 times out of the many times he calls my name) and even though i told him im non-binary and i use they/them and sometimes they/he and rarely they/she he still uses she/her pronouns for me

Also he gets mad at me when i wake up in the middle of the night because he FUCKING BLASTS HIS COMPUTER UNTIL THE FLOOR VIBRATES

And yall wanna know what else? Hes like walking on eggshells. I had a toxic relationship like that and i know hes toxic. He also doesnt do this with my brother? He keeps his boundaries (it could be cause hes 4 years older then me??)

Hell most the time i don't know if im being dramatic or if hes actually toxic as hell! Hes gotten me to my mind set i had when i was in a toxic relationship! I literally thought that if i say no or call him out on anything i will get punished! I started not being the "quiet kid" and "pushover" this school year and some people are SURPRISED!! INCLUDING HIM!!!

When I move out i am cutting all contact from him. Also sometimes i just want to delete him number, block him, and get him away from my life.

If i ever get married or hell even throw a bday party for myself i will CERTAINLY not invite him

He literally loves Virgil more then me. Its obvious. He is so loving for her, but when it comes to me? He hardly bats an eye.

He is so like suspicious of @lazykarma11 (yes gonna tag you in this) and my other friends and he has no reason to be! Michael is the kindest person I know and has only treated my dad with the utmost respect for him. (Not anymore cause he treats him like shit) MICHAEL LITERALLY WISHED HIM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND HE JUST KINDA SEEMED MAD???

Sorry for this long rant and sorry @lazykarma11 for tagging you twice now

Just know that my father is a huge contributor to my anxiety/depression and he is very abusive emotionally (will make a whole post telling about hatred for him)

So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog

[color-of-magic]

Becoming LGBT?

I started preschool when I was three years old, and I went to the same all-boys catholic preschool that my brother had gone to two years before me. I only went there for a year, and I don’t remember any of it, but there’s this really cute picture of me on picture day standing in a crowd of eight boys fixated on the doggy chew toy that I had in my mouth. 

The next year I went to a co-ed presbyterian preschool, and I cant really tell from the picture, but I think there were only two boys in my class. My best friend was named Theresa and she had a hyphenated last name that I thought was the longest name I had ever seen, and she was allergic to tree nuts and peanuts and milk and eggs, and every Friday I would go over to her house and we would watch that movie Spirit and we would do a 100 piece puzzle and plan the rest of our lives together. We were going to adopt a puppy and a pony and live on a farm together and I know this because I saved all the letters we wrote to each other for years after I moved again. 

In kindergarten I kissed my best friend while playing and the teacher saw and suddenly they weren’t fine with us playing house with two mommies and I was sent to the principals office. I got a talking to about how you aren't allowed to touch other people while at school and I was so scared by my visit that the next time I would allow myself to touch a friend would be in 10th grade. 

In first grade I was sent to my grandparents house without my parents for the first time. and I got to play with my grandparent’s old transformers. My parents were starting to get worried about my tomboyishness and were making me wear more and more pink and skirts and dresses and I would cry every time they did but I would still wear them to make my parents happy.

At this time my grandfather began to pester me about the boys in my class that I might have a crush on. He heard the name Evan once and to this day he still asks “How’s Evan doing?” and “Has Evan asked you out yet?” Jokes on you, Grandpa, he’s gay too now.

I really liked playing with those transformers and I would sit on the rug in my grandparent’s living room while my grandmother read a book on the couch, and once she caught me completely by surprise by looking over at me out of the blue and asking if I felt like a boy trapped in a girls body. I was so surprised by this that I said yes, because I knew that I wasn’t a girl and if I wasn’t a girl then I must have been a boy. Somehow this got back to my parents and my father hit me until I cried and I promised that I would never call myself a boy again. 

Sometimes a girl would look at me and I would forget how to breathe and I told myself that it was just because I was shy but it never seemed to happen with boys. 

In the beginning of fourth grade I heard the word gay used as an insult for the first time and it was directed at my older brother and I was confused because the only time that I had ever seen gay used was in the book Pippy Longstocking. In the book it meant happy and I was wondering why happy would be an insult. 

At the end of fourth grade I was so tired of being asked who my crush was and not having an answer that I opened my yearbook and closed my eyes and pointed to a person at random and did this three or four times until the person my finger landed on was a boy. From that moment on he was who I said my crush was whenever I was asked. His name was John in case you were wondering. 

In fifth grade I got my first crush on a fictional character. It was Ginny Weasly but in my head I justified it by saying that I was just so happy with Ginny and Harry’s relationship. At this point I began thinking the reason I didn’t feel like a girl because I read so many books with a boy as the main character. And maybe I didn’t like boys because that main character always kissed the girl. I stopped reading at that point. 

My mother made me start wearing bras in the fifth grade and I can remember hiding under the comforter on my bead in just my underwear and new bra, crying that first morning she made me put it on because it felt so wrong and I didn’t want anyone to be able to tell that I was a girl. Later that day we went to Costco and I remember that I hid in the bathroom stall and I took my shirt off and stared at my chest and cried instead of peed because I knew that even if I took the bra off people would still be able to tell that I was a girl because I had boobs now. 

In sixth grade the first couple of the school got together and they held hands on the playground and kissed once and I was confused because I kissed a friend once and got in so much trouble but they could kiss and hold hands and face no consequences. 

In seventh grade I started thinking girls were so pretty and sometimes I couldn’t take my eyes off them and there was this one girl in particular, she played softball and the clarinet and was in all but two of my classes and she wore skirts with t-shirts and had dark brown hair and eyes and then she moved away and we never spoke again. 

In 8th grade I was told by a friend that this friend of another friend of her’s liked me and my heart stopped and I turned bright red and stammered out a very not convincing no-homo that I’m sure she didn’t at all believe. 

In ninth grade I became an Ally but I would do that obnoxious straight person thing where I would say 100 times in a sentence that I am straight but support the gays no-homo. 

In tenth grade I identified what I was feeling as what can be described at “homosexual tendencies”, but I was so scared of being gay that I justified it in my head by saying that I wasn’t feeling any sexual or romantic attraction to these girls, just aesthetic, so I’m probably asexual and not in any way a lesbian. And after all, I had a crush on Evan and John, remember?

In 11th grade I realized that yes, I am defiantly attracted to girls. Not at all asexual like I once thought. 11th grade was the year of very intense gay feelings for people that never quite went away, but I always managed to convince myself that it would never work because they were straight. As it turns out, only one of them are actually straight. 

11th grade was also the start of all the self-hatred. Because I was disgusting for liking these girls and if any of them knew what I was feeling they would all hate me and I would never be able to make friends again. Gay marriage hadn’t yet been legalized and I was so worried for my future and whether I would be able to get a job or adopt kids or live a happy life. 

In 12th grade I went to prom with a beautiful girl. Just as friends of course, but I still remember her red dress and the way her hair curled down her back and the shade of her lipstick. And I might have had a mild, no, correct that, major crush on her too. And I danced with a different girl at the end of the night, just before it closed at midnight as the lights were starting to come back on and people were starting to exit. When we were done she kissed the back of my hand like I had done to my friend all those years ago and her lipstick stained my skin and shoulder and in that moment I wasn’t afraid of who would see me or how I would be perceived. In that moment I thought maybe gay can be okay. 

Sense I’ve left high school I’ve done a lot. I’ve gone from being completely closeted to coming out to a friend, and then another friend (all over text mind you, because I’m too scared to do that sort of thing in person) to saying the words “I’m a lesbian” out loud for the first time. I’ve gotten my first binder and I’ve changed my pronouns and name (more times than I can count before I finally found one I liked and told others). I’ve made so many gay friends and I’ve become comfortable with myself as a result of their support. I’ve gone to my first and second pride and I’ve become the vice-president of the gay club. All that’s left now is for me to kiss my first cute girl and live happily ever after

[partlycharlie-archive]

gender? who is she? (they???)

chapter two: hey, uh . dad? link to prologue link to chapter one

summary: papa,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, oooOoOoo,,,,,,,,didn't MEAN to make you CRY (thaaaaank fuck i didn't!!!!!!!) word count: 1,796 warnings: coming out a/n: yeet yeet comin out bois

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[SUNDAY; 10.21.18]

  harry? (SumayaPotter), luna! (LunaLovegood)

 [14:06] harry?: luna luna luna

[14:15] luna!: hello harry! what is it you wish to talk about?

[14:16] harry?: i think im gonna come out 2 dad

[14:19] luna!: oh wonderful! i wish you the best of luck, harry. do you know if you will come out to your mother, as well?

[14:20] harry?: oh shit [14:20] harry?: nah i dont think so [14:20] harry?: im a little more scared abt her than i am abt dad [14:20] harry?: idk y lol

[14:21] luna!: okay! that’s perfectly fine, harry. you only have to go to the limits that you are comfortable with! <3

[14:21] harry?: tyyy <3

 ---

 “Hey, dad?”

“Yeah? What’s up, Su?” James settles into the chair across from his daughter, who is sitting (with the worst posture ever - he really needs to start reminding her to keep her back straight, even if that’s the only part of her that’ll ever be straight) slumped over the table. As he speaks, she props her head into the palm of one hand to look him in the eye.

“Do you know what the word nonbinary means?”

He raises an eyebrow and frowns, considering. “A number that’s not a power of two?” he tries, offering a cautious smile.

She snorts with a quirk of her lips. “Close, but not quite.” She starts to pull out the pins holding her hijab together, placing them in a small bag in front of her. The layers of the scarf unravel around her face.

“It, uhm, well. It kind of means someone that doesn’t feel like a girl or a boy? I guess you could say that nonbinary people are, like, in between being a girl or a boy, even though I’m pretty sure some people don’t feel like that? Like agender people, y’know? I mean, I’m pretty sure they fall under the term of ‘nonbinary’ or ‘genderqueer’ or whatever, but they don’t really have a gender? I guess? Yeah.”

She’s rambling, pulling the sleeves of her shirt down so that they wrap around her fingertips in that way she always does when she’s nervous.

Huh. She’s nervous.

He tilts his head. “That makes sense, yeah. Why bring it up? Is it part of your homework?” He can’t help but notice the way her shoulders noticeably relax when he confirms what she’s saying.

“No, but - uh. I think I might be? Nonbinary, I mean?” She curls in on herself, shoulders hunching in towards her chest as if she expects some sort of rejection. One of the layers of her hijab covers her expression.

He raises an eyebrow. “Okay, cool. What does this mean, then?” James’ tone is filled with relaxed confusion, and he watches with the tiniest of smiles as Sumaya lights up, breathing in deeply.

“Oh! Yeah, okay.” She cuts herself with a shaky hand wiping itself across her mouth. She starts fidgeting again, pulling at the strings of her scarf and rubbing the skin of her thumb and index fingers together.

“So, uh, maybe different pronouns? I can explain that to you later, hah. And- uh, I’ve been thinking about a new name, maybe? I’m not sure about it, but. Definitely a consideration.” The words fly out of her mouth like spitfire, each one landing in front of him as if she were afraid they’d burn her tongue if she didn’t speak fast enough.

“Huh. Okay. I mean - I get what pronouns are, no need to explain that, but I’m guessing you wouldn’t want to use guy pronouns-”

“He-him. That’s what you’d say.” She replies instantly; it sounds like a reflex. “Sorry.”

James smiles softly. “No need to apologize, love. He-him, okay - so you wouldn’t use that because you don’t… feel like a guy, right?”

Sumaya nods hesitantly.

“But not she-her, either, because you’re not a girl.”

Another nod.

James’ eyes flicker around the room as he considers this, and he misses the shaky breath Sumaya lets out. “Okay. So what pronouns would you use, then? Not ‘it’ or anything like that, right? Because that seems kind of, uhm. Dehumanizing.”

She laughs, just a bit, and her shoulders relax from the subconsciously hunched position they were in before. She pushes the remains of her hijab down so that they rest around her neck. “No,” she corrects with a smile. “That’s only for inanimate objects, I’m pretty sure. I would use they-them, probably.”

“Huh. That’s not… singular, though, is it? Correct me if I’m wrong, obviously, but isn’t that pronoun only used for a group of people?” She - they - laugh.

“Nah, it’s been used as a single-person pronouns since, like, the 1500’s; it just hasn’t really been recognized until recently. You can look up the timeline, it’s actually pretty cool. But, uh. Yeah.”

James scrubs his face with his hands. “Okay. It might take a little while for me to get used to it - feel free to correct me if I fuck up, pardon my French - but thanks for telling me, hun.” He smiles in a way that he hopes is reassuring, and Sumaya lets out a shuddering breath, looking vaguely like they’re about to cry.

“Whoa- whoa, what’s up, love? What’s wrong?” He leans forward in response to grasp one of Sumaya’s hands that lays, stationary, on the table. They shake their head quickly, breathing in another stuttered breath.

“No, I just. Fuck. I’m so happy, I’m sorry, I know it’s dumb, I was just so worried, god, I’m sorry, I’m just so happy,” she they ramble, using their free hand to wipe away the tears threatening to spill from their eyes.

“Aww, love, that’s okay.” He stands up, careful not to dislodge his hand from their tight grip, and walks around the table to envelop her in the tightest hug he can manage.

“I love you,” they whisper.

“I love you too.”

 ---

  harry? (SumayaPotter), luna! (LunaLovegood)

 [17:06] harry?: LUNA I DID IT OH MY GOD FUCK

[17:15] luna!: you did what, harry? [17:15] luna!: oh my goodness! congratulations, harry! i’m so proud of you, love.

[17:16] harry?: I CANT BELIEVE I DID IT SLFNEISLNFKESN FUCK [17:16] harry?: I CRIED BUT IT WAS OKAY [17:16] harry?: HES OKAY WITH IT [17:16] harry?: FUCK [17:18] harry?: fuck [17:18] harry?: hes [17:18] harry?: hes okay with it oh my god hes okay with it

[17:20] luna!: <3

  everybody but sumaya [longbottom (NevilleLongbottom), parkinson (PansyParkinson), weasley_2 (GinnyWeasley), lovegood (LunaLovegood), weasley_1 (RonWeasley)…]

 [17:22] lovegood: hello @everyone ! [17:22] lovegood: i would appreciate it if you all would send your congratulations to sumaya!

[17:23] weasley_1: for what ?

[17:23] lovegood: i’m afraid i can’t say, but rest assured the congratulations are deserved.

[17:23] zabini: bet

  blaise (BlaiseZabini), su (SumayaPotter)

 [17:23] blaise: yo congrats

[17:23] su: ????? [17:23] su: 4 wht

[17:23] blaise: idk bro just congrats

[17:24] su: ok

  tinychild (GinnyWeasley), onlychild (SumayaPotter)

 [17:23] tinychild: hey yo congrats on whatever just happened

[17:24] onlychild: ?????? thanks ??????????? [17:24] onlychild: wtf

[17:25] tinychild: i dont know

  ibelieveicanfly (SumayaPotter), ibelieveicantouchthesky (NevilleLongbottom)

 [17:23] ibelieveicantouchthesky: congratulations!

[17:24] ibelieveicanfly: what the FUCK [17:24] ibelieveicanfly: y r yall congratulating me ???????

[17:24] ibelieveicantouchthesky: i’m not sure, but i’m sure whatever you did was amazing.

[17:25] ibelieveicanfly: csdkjrhoewsdnck okay,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

  motherfucker (HermioneGranger), bitchass (SumayaPotter)

 [17:23] motherfucker: Hey why did Luna just ask me to congratulate you

[17:25] bitchass: IT WAS HER????? [17:25] bitchass: ofc it was that sweet hoe

  luna! (LunaLovegood), harry? (SumayaPotter)

 [17:26] harry?: luna

[17:28] luna!: yes, harry?

[17:28] harry?: !!!!!! [17:28] harry?: sry forgot abt that 4 a sec

[17:28] luna!: no need to apologize, harry!

[17:28] harry?: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [17:28] harry?: okay im fine [17:28] harry?: anyway [17:29] harry?: did u ask all of our friends to congratulate me

[17:29] luna!: yes! [17:29] luna!: even if they don’t know why they are congratulating you, i thought it would still be a nice feeling to have them be proud of you. [17:29] luna!: also, it is a nice demonstration of their trust in both me and you, harry. [17:29] luna!: me, because they trusted me enough to know that i was not lying! [17:30] luna!: and you, because i’m sure most of them said something along the lines of “i’m sure whatever you did was worthy of my praise” when you inevitably asked them why they were congratulating you for seemingly no good reason!

[17:31] harry?: omg [17:31] harry?: ilysm [17:31] harry?: god ur fuckin right too jfc [17:31] harry?: u absolute blessing u [17:31] harry?: srsly tho thank you luna tht was rly nice of u

[17:31] luna!: of course! [17:32] luna!: i love you too, harry. <3

 ---

  the Tea TM [f (FredWeasley), g (GeorgeWeasley), s (SumayaPotter)]

 [17:25] f: hey broski [17:25] g: hey . hey . hey .

[17:33] s: what

[17:33] g: congrats [17:33] f: also y is everyone congratulating u

[17:34] s: oh [17:34] s: luna told them to

[17:34] g: y tho

[17:34] s: i came out to my dad

[17:34] f: ?

[17:35] s: wait shit

[17:35] g: ur gay?

[17:35] s: no [17:35] s: kinda [17:35] s: its weird [17:35] s: thats not what i told him

[17:35] f: oh [17:35] g: whatd u tell him

[17:36] s: um [17:36] s: shit okay ig im doing this

[17:38] f: no pressure [17:38] g: NOSE pressure

[17:38] s: shut up [17:40] s: do u k what nonbinary means

[17:41] f: oh bet [17:41] g: yea man [17:41] f: uk charlies trans right??

[17:43] s: w h a t

[17:43] g: ya [17:43] f: well agender rly but ye [17:43] g: we all read up on a bunch of gender stuff when he came out [17:43] f: p legit [17:43] g: u got a new name or r u sticking w su

[17:43] s: god thats so wild [17:44] s: oh uh no [17:44] s: uh [17:44] s: harry i think [17:44] s: idk

[f (FredWeasley) changed s (SumayaPotter)’s name to h] [g (GeorgeWeasley) changed h (SumayaPotter)’s name to h]

[17:44] g: goddamnit fred [17:44] f: ;)

[17:46] h: welp

[g (GeorgeWeasley) changed chat name to ‘ mlk but better’]

[17:46] g: get it [17:46] g: bc our names go fgh [17:46] g: and mlk was mlk

[17:46] h: pls stop

[detroitbecomerain]

Love is not compatible - Chapter one

Y/N was born in a world without androids. When she was ten, Chloe, the first android was created. Is this why she is sympathetic to the android cause now? How will she handle hunting deviants with her partner Hank and the new android Connor sent by Cyberlife? Humans and androids aren't meant to bond are they? They simply are not compatible.

"Y/L/N, Y/N. Age 26.  Born 5/23/2012 Detroit. Lived in a community home from the age of 15. At 18 joined the academy of policing. Currently the partner of lieutenant Hank Anderson. Female pronouns

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Y/N was a human. She was born in Detroit in the year of 2012 when the world was new to the world of artificial intelligence. People would scoff at the idea of AI. 'It would never be possible' the people cried out but in 2018 a man named Elijah Kamski founded a company called Cyberlife with the promise he would create the perfect android with the use of Thirium 310 and he followed his promise. Within 4 years he created the first android to pass the Turing test. Her name was Chloe. That happened in 2022 when Y/N was 10 years old. She had lived in a world with out androids and now she was living in a world where they were everywhere. But, the epidemic happened. There was a huge surge in a drug called red ice. It was commented that where the androids went, red ice followed. This was due to red ice and the androids 'blue blood' having the same ingredient. The more androids that were created the more and more people turned into addicts. One of which was Y/N's father. He lost his job because an android was created to do it better. He was angry at the world and he was angry at the androids. The first time he hit Y/N was when he heard her say thank you to one of those 'things'. "Here is what you asked for miss." The android, who Y/N will always remember, was called Jeremy. He was the android belonging to her best friend. It was her friend's birthday and he was giving her a piece of cake she couldn't reach from the dining room table. She took the cake from the androids hand and said something her father just could not stand. "Thank you Jeremy." He screamed so loudly. The parents all turned their heads to the man who looked like the ghost of himself. He grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled her from the house. "Dad, please, you're hurting me!" she cried. It was only a few minutes walk to their house. He opened the door and slammed it behind him. "How you dare you say thank you to that thing!" "But Daddy! You told me to always say thank you to people who do something for you!" "It is a thing. Not a person. Its because of things like that we have to wear second hand clothes. That we eat scraps. And you treat it with respect?" "But dad, it wasn't Jeremy who took your job." And he hit her. It was the first time he had done it. But it certainly wasn't the last. When the Red Ice Task force came to their door in 2027 and raided their house some girls would be terrified but at 15 after years of abuse of her father she was relieved. The police took her father away and she cried. She cried tears of happiness and she swore she would protect others from people like her father the way that the Red Ice Task force had protected her.

Now at the age of 26 she was working with one of the men who had saved her that night 11 years ago. Although he had become somewhat the end of jokes and punchlines at the police station she would always view him as a hero. And he hated that. It was raining quite heavily. Y/N was stood outside the house her and her partner Hank had been assigned to, to investigate. He was late as usual. She looked at her wrist and saw it was almost midnight. It was going to be a long night especially since Hank hadn't turned up yet. With a sigh she turned into the house. She couldn't figure out what was worse. The smell inside or the cold rain outside. With her shirt tucked over her nose she stayed in the house where it was slightly warmer. Time passed and she heard his voice booming from outside. "It's with me!" What was with him? "What part of stay in the car didn't you understand?" "Your order contradicted my instructions, Lieutenant." A calm and collected voice Y/N hadn't heard before replied. There was no mistaking it. No human spoke like that. Hank was with an Android. He didn't speak a lot of the past but she knew of his hatred of androids. Why would he agree to work with one? The answer of course was, he didn't. "Evening Hank!" the scene of crime officer said stepping out of the house. He was going to give Hank the same speech that she had gotten when she first arrived. It was nothing that was already on the notes they were given when assigned the case. But come to think of it. Hank probably didn't even read the notes. "Jesus! That smell!" the 'Soco' shouted when he walked into the room. "Trust me Hank. It was worse like an hour ago before we opened the windows." Y/N chuckled. Her voice still muffled by her shirt. He looked at the girl and raised an eyebrow. "Y/N if you cant handle the smell then maybe you shouldn't be here." He was teasing. He never meant any harm really. Her eyes slowly moved to the man, or should she say the android who looked like a man, who was stood next to Hank. He took a step forward. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." No matter how many androids she saw. She was always amazed at how life like they always looked. She guessed that why 'American Androids act of 2029' passed. All androids needed to have an LED on their temple, they all needed to wear specific uniform with their model numbers on and a bright blue arm band. "Officer Y/L/N. But everyone calls me Y/N. Sometimes they even call me Rookie" She held her hand out and Connor slowly reached up and shook it. "Rookie.  A nickname yes?" his LED had began flickering an amber yellow as he processed new information. "Yes." Y/N confirmed. "Often given to humans or animals as a term of affection." "I guess so." She shrugged smiling. "Which would you prefer I call you?" he asked. "Y/N is fine Connor." His LED went from it's yellow back to blue. "Will you stop flirting with the android and get over here?" Hank shouted. "How is introducing yourself flirting Hank? I don't know how they did it in your days but telling someone your name is just telling someone your name." "Excuse me Y/N. I don't mean to correct you but I am a machine. Not a person." She looked down at the floor. She had called him a someone. She thought back to her father and walked over to the body leaving Connor confused to what he had done to cause such a reaction.

"The victims name is Carlos Ortiz." The soco continued now that Y/N had joined Hank next to the body. "He has a record for theft and aggravated assault. According to the neighbours he was kind of a loner. Stayed in most of the time and they hardly ever saw him." "With the state he's in. Wasn't worth calling everyone out in the middle of the night." Hank observed. With his comment setting off a yawn from Y/N. "I must admit I would rather be in bed right now." She admitted. When she pictured her night, she didn't imagine a 3 week old, corpse which had began to decompose. "There is a kitchen knife over there. Probably the murder weapon." Y/N was looking around the room. She had heard and read all of this when she got here. She kept looking at the android who was looking around the room so meticulously. As if he was seeing things they couldn't. She was intrigued. She had heard that androids were becoming more adaptable to more and more jobs but she didn't think that one would become a detective. "I'm sorry Y/N." Connor said. "I did not intend to distract you." "Oh no. I'm my fault. Sorry. You are the first detective android I've seen. You are fascinating." "I am a prototype. The first of my kind. As we have never met it is logical that you have never seen an android like me. I specialise in deviants. Which is why I have been assigned to this case to work alongside yourself and the Lieutenant." The conversation had obviously come to an end as Connor bent down to look at the murder weapon. She looked and Hank. Why had they been assigned to this case and why were they in charge of a prototype android that probably was worth more than their pay checks put together. Connor put his hand on the knife smearing the blood on his fingers. "Connor?" Y/N said in horror. He was disturbing the evidence. But neither Y/N or Hank could have guessed what he would do next. He placed his bloodstained fingers against his tongue. "Ah Jesus! What the hell are you doing?" Hank shouted. "I'm analysing the blood." Connor replied. Almost patronising. "I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry," he apologised. "I should have warned you." "Okay. Just don't... don't put anymore evidence in your mouth got it?" Hank gestured to the crime scene with his hands. Connor mimicked with his own hands. "Got it." "Y/N. You keep an eye on him. Make sure he actually follows on what he says. I did tell him to stay in the car and guess what." Connor looked at Y/N. He analysed her face.

Y/L/N, Y/N. Age 26. Born 5/23/2012 Detroit. Lived in a community home from the age of 15. At 18 joined the academy of policing. Currently the partner of lieutenant Hank Anderson.

Connor stopped looking at Y/N and began walking away from her. Hank gestured with his hands for her to follow him. She followed him into the kitchen. Furniture was thrown all over the room. The main fight must have started here. But what would cause the fight? Androids don't hurt humans. Or at least they aren't supposed to. She heard Hank say words that still made her flinch. "Red Ice. Looks like our friend Carlos likes to party." She looked around the kitchen and the mess made sense. The side effect of red ice was poor anger management. Maybe the android fought back? Self defence? Do androids fight back? "What is on your mind Officer Y/L/N?" Connor asked. "If Carlos was on Red Ice. He would have attacked his android. Its common for those taking the drug to attack the nearest person... or android." She quickly added. "Maybe the robot was just defending himself. Itself." "You seem to have problems distinguishing between machine and human Officer Y/L/N." "No Connor. I just don't treat androids like the scum of the Earth like some of my people do. To me Androids are, shes, hes and they." "Noted. And through my analysis I believe you are correct." He was silent then asked. "May I ask a personal question Y/N?" "Hit me." She said absent mindedly. "It is not in my program to harm a human being." "No, I mean... it's an expression. It means, go ahead. As me your question." "When the lieutenant mentioned Red Ice. You flinched. Why?" his LED was flashing yellow. Y/N sighed. "Connor. Something happened in my past that I don't really want to talk about. This case is, pretty tough. Brining back memories I don't want. That's all I'll say. If you don't mind. I'll go report back to Hank. Don't put anything in your mouth okay?" before Connor could say anything Y/N walked back into the room Hank was in. "If its okay with you big guy I'm going to step outside for a moment." Hank took her by the shoulder and lead her away from human ears and said quietly. "Is it too much? I can ask to be reassigned." "No, no Hank. It's because of this stuff I wanted to become a cop. Just like you. But... I'm conflicted. If what I believe the events to be is correct, the android acted in self defence. How can I peruse someone who was fighting for their lives in a way that I never did. This android acted more human then I ever did." "If you acted the way this android did hun, we would have sent you to jail rather than your old man." "And that would be different from the community home you sent me to how?" she jokingly replied. "I still don't understand why you have so much affection for these things?" Hank looked over his shoulder as Connor re-entered the room. "Hank. Androids became a thing when I was 10. I'm 26. That's almost half of my life I spent with out androids. I'm not old enough for androids to steal my job and I'm not young enough to see them as mindless slaves. If slavery is illegal why create them in our image. Why not make them... look like monkeys or something. Not that I would like that either..." their conversation was cut off. "28 stab wounds." Connor said. Connor continued to tell Hank everything he had figured out. "Well. Your theory's not totally ridiculous. But it doesn't tell us where the android went." "It was damaged by the bat. And lost some thirium." "Lost some what?" Hank asked. "Blue blood." Y/N whispered to Hank. "I thought you knew all about it since it's in Red Ice." Hank's cheeks slightly turned red out of embarrassment. He should have remembered that. "Correct." Connor commented. Y/N grinned to herself. "Smart ass." Hank grumbled. "Thirium evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye." "Oh." Hank said realising what Connor was going to say next. "But I bet you can still see it cant you." "Correct." Connor repeated. "Cool." Y/N said. "So you can find him?" Connor nodded and began walking in a direction Y/N presumed was the way the blue blood went. "I thought you wanted to go outside." Hank said. "Yeah. But then Connor said he can see invisible things. I want to see if he can really follow it." So Y/N and Hank began to follow Connor when they saw him grab a chair. "What are you doing with that chair?" Hank said. "I'm checking something." Connor replied before walking into the hallway. Chair still in hand. He placed it down bellow the attic and climbed on the chair before hoisting himself up. "Still going to follow him?" "Not up there I'm not." They waited and they waited. Until they heard Connor yell. "It's up here!"