#this school of thought still makes me uncomfortable

[multipleoccupancy]

The Inspector nodded to Violet as she greeted him and then gave a short and quiet hum of agreement at her dismissive reply. Taking mental notes of her attitude and deciding he didn't much like it but she was at least holding her own for now and had not done anything outwardly troubling. He turned his attention back to Theo who was still considerably uncomfortable but had put his hand on Mauve's as it rested on his shoulder.

"I work for an organisation who specialise in things like this," he gestured to the monster on the floor, "I and many other agents strive tirelessly and endlessly to keep people safe and on more than several occasions already saved these United States and even the world from this danger and I think that you," he pointed to Theo specifically for now, "might be the sort of person who could help us."

Theo looked over at Mauve, amazement in his eyes as it had been exactly what they had talked about, an official branch helping to save the world from monsters! Their agent idea had already been done and here was a man offering it all to them... or just to him? He looked back to the agent.

"Now I have an offer to make you. You can come with us and we are interested in putting you through school, getting you into the FBI Academy for you to follow that path which you have expressed previously. We'll wipe everything clean, you'll be cleared as innocent and wrongly interned in this ward so that you can walk around free and innocent. Your parents won't have to pay a cent, you will be sponsored through collage and you will work hard to achieve the results necessary to become an FBI agent." The inspector waited for a moment while Theo clearly observed him, he was after all the man who had put him inside in the first place and he was offering him everything he wanted on a plate, just like that. "On the condition that you work for us. You do as we say, you protect our secret from everyone including family and friends, no one can know. You do exactly as you are told and follow every instruction we issue you to the letter."

The Inspector knew that was less appetising as an end point but he leaned forward and looked Theo directly in the eye, ignoring Violet completely for now, she wasn't who he was after. "Or," his voice had dropped to a more threatening tone, "you can stay in here and become nothing more than a drooling mess until the end of your life. Stuck with absolutely no way out. You will stay here, where no one will believe you, where you will one day get one shock therapy session too many." He eyed Theo who gulped loudly, terrified of that thought and squeezing Violet's hand on his shoulder. "This is a one time offer, lad. What's it going to be?"

Theo opened his mouth but it was dry inside, it was as if he had just lost his voice, the man had offered him everything he had ever wanted and now was threatening to force him through his worst nightmare. However, he couldn't leave Mauve. "My friend helped me, Mauve needs to come too." He insisted, "We both deserve to be out of this ward. Please, promise me that she will be freed with me." The Inspector's lip curled and he looked to Violet, one eye brow raised.

"She will have her own deal." He said lowly and then offered his hand out for Theo to shake. "Now or never kid, I am not playing around, that deal has a time limit of seconds. You shake my hand and get out of here today or I get up, walk out and leave you here to rot." Theo's heart raced in his chest, his eyes were wide and his breath was almost frozen in his lungs, stinging him and aching at every bruise, shock, or most recently stab and bite he'd ever had in that ward. He couldn't go through more of it and with Mauve getting her own deal to leave, Theo took the Inspector's hand and shook it.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy

Violet quickly fell asleep, but she woke up just as fast, startled by a nightmare. After that, she didn't dare fall back asleep, discreetly observing the orderly as he cleaned up the whole cell. It wasn't too hard to pretend to be asleep, lying down next to Theo. After a while, the cell was perfectly clean (save for the dead monster in the corner), but Violet wished the orderly would have given them clean pajamas too. She was still covered in blood, but it had dried up now, forming an uncomfortable layer over her skin.

With her eyes half-closed, she noticed the two men as they stood outside the room. Violet didn't know who they were, but she assumed they were the Delta Green agents sent to offer Theo his "deal". When the orderly went to wake Theo up, she didn't bother acting as if she was sleeping, simply sitting up on the bed.

Theo's warning confirmed her thoughts: this was a Delta Green agent. But not just any agent. The agent who had framed Theo and sent him to the ward. Her look hardened, and she put a protective hand on Theo's shoulder.

The man sat in front of them, introducing himself. "Hello, inspector," she replied coldly. Violet was unmoved by the agent's praise. She really didn't care if he was impressed! As far as she was concerned, he was a wicked man. But she knew she couldn't make a scene, and risk Theo's deal in the process. She had to grit her teeth and swallow all the things she really wanted to say.

"It ain't our first rodeo," she replied dismissively, hinting at Theo's first monster encounter, and her own "encounter", which was in her file.

[robinbuckleyluvr]

⊹˚˖⁺ our childhood is gone - steve harrington

masterlist | requests

pairing: steve harrington x platonic fem!reader

summary: reader and steve end tied up in the secret russian base, where the reader turns to anger and finally confronts steve after he threw out their friendship just for popularity.

warnings: none

notes: i love angst long live angst

word count: 864

⸻⊱༺ 

When she first walked into her new job and saw Steve Harrington, she could not believe it. How could Steve, the most entitled and pretentious guy at Hawkins, end up with a crappy job at an ice cream parlor?

A bit hypocritical to say, seeing as though she had the same job. 

They exchanged a polite ‘Hello’ that first day, but no words were spoken. There was no acknowledgement of their past, of their friendship they once cherished, ever since they were 9 years old. High school had completely turned Steve into a jerk, and she resented him for it. Him and his ‘friends’ would stare and laugh when she’d walk by, just like they did with anyone they deemed ‘uncool’.

What hurt most, was making eye contact with him.

She never once saw an apologetic look from him. Not then, not now, not ever.

Scoops was a dead-end too, as she pretended not to know him, and he did the same.

How they ended up in an underground Russian base, tied to chairs sitting back-to-back with each other, was a question neither could answer. They sat in silence, waiting and fearing whoever was due to come in the room to question them.

“So…” Steve began, attempting to light up the dreary mood.

“So what?” Y/N snapped. Not a single bone in her wanting to be kind to him.

“I just, you know… quite the situation we’re in here.”

“Cut the shit, Harrington. Don’t act like you want to make small talk with me right now.”

Steve sat quiet. They both did for a few minutes. Taking in the gravity of the situation they faced, and the uncomfortable silence that filled the room.

“You know,” Y/N laughed, sarcasm lacing her words, “You really are the same person you were back in high school. When I first saw you here… I cannot believe I really thought you’d changed. But of course, you didn’t. You’re still the same douchebag you used to be… pretending not to know me. You’re an ass.”

Steve was at a loss for words, “Oh, don’t act like you’re a saint,” He snapped, “You ignored me too. I guess you’re a douche too, then.”

“It takes one to know one. I wasn’t the one who went prancing around to the ‘cool’ kids as soon as we entered high school just because I wanted to be ‘someone’.”

“At least I was someone.”

“Harrington, I think you’ll be happy to know, making fun of people doesn’t make you ‘someone’. It just makes you an asshole.” She shot back.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” He muttered under his breath.

“You are fucking unbelievable.”

He rolled his eyes in response, “For the love of God, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“You don’t even know what to be sorry for, Harrington.” She hissed, “A half-assed apology won’t get you anywhere after the hell you made me go through these past 3 years. You know, when I first started high school, I foolishly thought ‘How cool! I have my awesome, cool, friend, Steve Harrington in the grade above me! What could go wrong?’”

Steve laughed, “You did not say that–”

“Of course not, asshole, I was being sarcastic.” She sighed, “I still did not think you and your fucking ‘friends’ would make it hell to walk through those halls. Never had a single day of peace. If you weren’t making fun of the books I carried, it was the way I walked. Or the way I wore my hair. How does doing that to so many people not haunt you, Steve?”

He stared at the floor. His expression dropping with each word she spoke, hurt and sarcasm never leaving her voice.

“Do you not regret it, Harrington?”

They both reflected on the words exchanged, the minutes dragging out before they spoke again. Their minds raced and dwelled in the hurt and regret filling the air.

“I do. I never thought it was going to go that way. I never thought…” He paused, “I never wanted to hurt anyone. But I sat with them on my first day. And suddenly I was part of it, I finally… belonged somewhere. I started playing basketball with them, and before I knew it, I was in too deep. I never planned to make fun of people in the halls, but when you stand there with them, careful not to laugh too loud and… they turn to you and wait for you to make a comment, you just do. ”

“Please,” She huffed, “You’re not getting any pity from me with that fuck-ass story. You threw away years of friendship to make fun of people and shoot balls up at the ceiling? Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve responded quietly. “You’re right. I was a coward, an asshole, and a douche. Everything you said,” He sighed, “You are correct about it all. I hurt a lot of people, and I do wish I could un-do that damage. I wish I hadn’t thrown our friendship away either.”

“You were my best friend,” She spoke, her voice breaking, “I wanted to believe in the 9 year old Steve I once met. But you made me feel invisible.”

[mrs-kodzuken]

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter seven

stay ari abdul

❝I hope I occupy your mind

No one deserves you, yeah you're mine

Only with you I feel alive

If you leave me here, I'll die❞

The layout of the hotel was simple, sleek and seemed perfect for two adults, except those adults would have to be in a relationship if there was only one bed—or close family members.

Strangely, you didn’t feel the least bit mad though, a bit overwhelmed with the whole gas leak situation and the fact that the receptionist lied to your face but other than that, it was like you were at home.

But tonight, you’d be sharing a bed with Kenma—and you both weren’t family nor very close; it kick-started a flutter in your heart.

You watched him gazing around the room, skipping over the other living human being too as he stuck certain things to mind, like which side of the room the bathroom was at, where the remote to the TV was placed, where you were staring at him from and so on.

Kenma didn’t know how to feel, especially about rooming with the girl he actually realized he has a miniscule—huge—crush for. 

Kenma was hoping—alongside you as well—that tonight wouldn’t make anything more strange between the both of you, however, he could almost guess that it would be the case for the night. 

Kuroo stayed at an Airbnb with his friends, Bokuto, Akaashi and other high school friends you had never met—you had taken the liberty yourself to ask—so, you had no choice but to stay in the hotel room with Kenma.

You weren’t complaining too much though because you had become more comfortable with him over this past week, so it didn’t bother you too much. Especially when you learned to put the whole ‘he masturbated to the thought of you’ out of your head, that did leave lingering feelings of a schoolgirl crush. It’s not like you would ever admit it though. 

“So…” You trailed on to Kenma, “What do we do now?” You looked up from your standing spot, the hotel looked really nice.

You haven’t been to a hotel since your last vacation with your parents too. You tried to not be awkward with Kenma, flashes of your last talks with Akaashi were still fresh and at this point, you were too chicken to admit your feelings for Kenma.

“I guess just lounge til we're tired...?” He questioned, because that’s what he mostly does when his days off align with work and college. Now with you taking up even those rare days too, he needed a little quiet time in his head.

Kenma plopped down on the nearby, small sofa and pulled out his phone. You took that as a sign that he didn’t want to talk and then rolled your eyes. 

“Okay, Kenma,” You responded, opening up Pinterest yourself. You didn’t like sitting in mere silence either, it was practically deafening—it made you uncomfortable. So, you realized after so long, you had been rambling to Kenma about the things you were viewing on Pinterest.

“Oh, I think I like this picture better though, it has ribbons on the screen unlike the last one, but the last one was super cute too, though…” You trailed, scrolling between two lockscreens on your phone.

You just couldn’t decide, and all Kenma could respond with was a “Mhm.”

That was until you found a quiz, “Hey, wait! Should I take this quiz that’ll tell me what kind of bread I am? I hope I’m sourdough, it’s delicious.” You asked Kenma, hoping this time he’ll respond. 

He looked up from his phone to see you sprawled out on the bed, claiming it as yours. You looked cute as hell; Kenma couldn’t not soften his gaze from the random rambling you’ve been doing for the past hour.

“I think you’d be a sweet bread,” he said, not realizing how it sounded out loud until your head snapped up to meet his eyes that were trailed on your body.

“Like a coffee one because you drink it so often,” He hurried to add, alongside giving a fake snort to make it seem like a joke. Kenma didn’t want to be the person to initiate the conversation you both have been waiting for, but the buildup of talking was more nerve racking than seeing what was on the other side. 

After that bit, you didn’t speak anymore but put on a random TV show that was on, after Kenma’s compliment, you were in your head about how you needed to say something—anything—to him about your feelings.

However, with the way he looks at you, so kind now, as if you both are dear friends, you just can’t. Not to mention, when he’s helpful or does things for you just because he wants to with no ulterior motives.

That’s what makes you swoon for him, and it sucked for you. Between the hours from then and now, it was a comfortable silence, Kenma had turned the side table lamp on instead of the big, overhead light.

You had completed the last bit of homework that needed to be done so you could relax for the rest of fall break, and you watched Kenma—without him knowing—turn his phone horizontal. 

Watching his expressions when he was focused was mesmerizing to you, you couldn’t look away from him. Kenma’s appearance was also just one of those things that had you swallowing hard and clenching your thighs together, as much as you won’t admit.

Like a hawk though, the first yawn that escapes your mouth, he’s up. “Come on, I’ll order some dinner while you get ready for bed.” Kenma breaks you out of your trance-like state, not bothering that you are too tired to eat now.

“I don’t want to, I’m tired now,” You rolled over onto your face, your voice coming out muffled from the pillow.

“I don’t care, you’re eating. Get in the shower and don’t make me repeat myself.” You peeked from your pillow to him turned around, his backside facing you.

The rush of butterflies and urge in your lower abdomen was breathtaking. You never knew that Kenma could be assertive, but then again, you knew certain parts of him—only little tid-bits that he wanted you to know.

“Okay, fine.” You grumbled, trying to hide your flushed face with your hair as you trudged to the bathroom with your bag that you packed.

You could slightly hear him through the door, ordering dinner for the both of you, you did like that Kenma cared for you, it sent a rush of no other through your body. 

After your relaxing shower, you were met with dinner, it was something simple, but Kenma knew your favorites after living with you for so long.

“Thank you, Kenma.” You smiled, happy that you were eating, having not realized that you were even hungry.

“Don’t mention it.” He stated, scrolling on his phone before throwing away the scraps of his food.

“I’m going to shower; I’ll sleep on the floor when I’m back.” He said, not turning back and was about to close the white door.

“Hey, what? No, you’re not. The floor is going to be uncomfortable to sleep on, you can’t.” You said confused, the bed was big enough, and more, for the both of you.

“No, seriously, I’m fine with the flo-”

“Do you not want to sleep with me? I showered, you know. I’m not dirty.” You were taking offense to his refusal, it’s not like you weren’t clean either.

“Oh my God, fine. I’ll sleep in the bed with you, okay?” He looked exasperated but couldn’t get over you asking if he didn’t want to sleep with you. 

God, you were going to be the death of him, he thought as he shut the door behind him with a hard on. When he took his hair out of his ponytail, he ran a hand through it, trying to relieve the stress from the too tight hair tie.

But, of course, he knew that the hair tie wasn’t the problem, it was his dick. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he was about to do, especially with you on the other side of the door. Kenma turned on the shower, almost burning hot, just the way he liked it.

The thoughts of you filled his head, the way you laid on the bed, how comfortable you looked, asking you to sleep with him, you with your sleep clothes on. It was all becoming too much as his hand strayed towards his reddening cock, he slowly breathed, hoping to keep the noise down or that it would be muffled by the shower so your ears wouldn’t hear.

He would be painfully embarrassed if you knew that he got off to you, especially when you’re right through the door. 

Kenma couldn’t help but to tightly shut his eyes as his hand squeezed his needy cock, God, he needed you, he craved making you his so he wouldn’t have to do this anymore.

His hand pumped up and down his dick rapidly, the slight papping noise of his hand hitting his skin making the illusion that the both of you were having sex.

He groaned loudly, his orgasm that he was trying to get away from, hitting him hard making his hips buck for more. Kenma tried to catch his breath in the deathly hot shower, almost suffocating as he watched his liquid be swallowed by the drain.

He immediately turned the shower cold as ice and hoped that you didn’t hear him as he finally started his ministrations of cleaning himself. 

However, you on the other side of the door didn’t give Kenma any more thoughts when you heard a small clap of thunder reach your ears.

That was enough for you to focus on pulling up the weather app and hope that it wasn’t what you thought it was. Of course, to your demise, it was, and that only made things worse for you in particular.

You immediately grabbed the TV remote and wrapped it up inside the blankets so Kenma would have no choice but to watch something that would help you get through this night. And so, when you heard the shower stop, you gripped the remote a bit more and waited for Kenma to get out of the bathroom.

When the door creaked open, Kenma couldn’t help but to feel regretful that you’re in here bundled up because it’s storming outside, and he was in the bathroom masturbating to you.

However, he didn’t expect to see the kids show ‘Bluey’ playing on the large hotel TV screen very loud and proud though. Great, that’s something he’s going to have to listen to for the rest of the night. 

He side-eyed you, to let you know he didn’t want to be watching this but the look you gave him was basically saying ‘remember what happened like a week ago’ so, he concluded the best thing to say was nothing.

“Are you okay? Is the storm making you nervous to where you can’t sleep?” He asked, climbing into the bed, trying to fend for some of the covers that you took.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to be watching this.” You shifted your eyes, feeling bad but preferred if you weren’t scared and crying all throughout the night.

Thunderstorms were something you hated, you couldn’t help but to be afraid of them, it probably stemmed from your childhood.

“It’s okay, try to get some sleep,” Was all Kenma said as you got comfortable, however Kenma on the other hand, didn’t. If he wanted more cover and not shiver all night as well as turn the TV down, he’d have to get closer to you in bed.

He decides to bite the bullet, and just scoot closer, what harm could there be? 

As he got comfortable, he didn’t expect you to snuggle up closer to him, especially when you were more than likely asleep. He took that chance to grab the remote and turn the TV down a bit, it was hurting from how loud it was.

When Kenma finally settled back down, he realized how close you both were, he could feel how fast his heart was beating in your presence, not to mention that his dick was half hard even though he masturbated in the shower.

Kenma could feel his face flushing as he listened to your breathing, it was soft as he counted your breaths in and out. He definitely would not be able to sleep now, especially when the girl he’s been hateful crushing on is snuggled up right next to him.

Adamant to not make this night something sexual, especially since you’re afraid of thunderstorms, he holds you close like he did that night in your bed.

The rain sounds mixed in with the even breaths of you was soothing enough to probably let him sleep—if you didn’t shuffle around every five seconds. 

It almost gives him a heart attack every so often when you shift in your sleep because besides being interested in a kids show, he keeps peering down at you and soft smiling, not being able to help it.

Kenma didn’t realize how long a kids show could actually be, especially when it just kept playing each episode without pause. He reached for the remote, eyes heavy, body wishing to sleep, and mind foggy, hoping to turn it off because it was practically two in the morning by that point.

That was until you stirred, waking up due to the lack of sound, in which Kenma pretends to be asleep, hoping that you didn’t catch him pretending.

All he heard from you was subtle mumbling about how he ‘shouldn’t touch the volume’ and to ‘mind his manners’. That was when he rolled his eyes while they were closed, hoping that it was enough for it to look like he was in REM sleep.

He felt you pat his cheek, trying to resist the rosiness that usually happens during close contact like this. When you shuffle a bit more, he peeks his eye open just very slightly, hoping to not let you see him. 

Your hair was a mess, and you looked sleepy with a cute little pout because of the volume. Kenma felt like his heart was going to burst if you didn’t go back to sleep soon.

That was, until you kept whispering something he couldn’t hear until he focused on the sound and not your looks, “Kenma, I felt like a little creep that day when I peeked at you, and I’m sorry, but it’s nice to know you like me too.” You softly spoke, just shy of a whisper, hoping to not wake him and to go back to sleep yourself.

You felt better and went back to sleep with ease because you confessed and got it off of your chest. However, Kenma on the other hand was internally in shambles, he hoped to God you weren’t talking about what he thought you were.

If he wasn’t so close to you, he’d get up and leave without another word exchanged, it was embarrassing to know that you caught him masturbating to you, if he’s thinking of the day correctly. The whole situation you put him in was horrible, notably that the Bluey theme song was playing while his world was coming apart too.

When your breathing became even again, he had to remove himself just a little way away because his face was a rubescent color and his cock was rock-hard. Kenma stayed that way with you shifting every five seconds, making every minute worse for him until he could see the sun rising through the small emerge that was left open of the black out curtains. 

However, that’s when you decide that you want to get up and greet the day, sleeping nicely all throughout the night, except when you had to get that small guilt-ridden comment off your chest.

You peered over at Kenma, feeling shy that you both were so close together last night, also because he was like a heat warmer.

Somehow, he still looked tired even when he was sleeping. “Good morning, Kenma.” You said softly, being sure to ease your way out of bed without waking him up, as well as turning off the TV for his sake.

Funnily enough, the only time Kenma was able to get some sleep was when you finally left the bed and probably were hungry for breakfast.

You, on the other hand, were ecstatic for today because this was the day that you were going to talk to Kenma, you decided it the moment you awoke from sleeping beside him. Your schoolgirl crush with him would be confronted and you’d feel so much better about getting all the feelings out instead of keeping them in. 

You’re not in the hotel room when Kenma wakes up, as true, he barely got a wink of sleep, just shy of an hour because the check out time was coming soon.

He decided to leave while he still could and not have to face you right now, it was kind of a shitty thing for him to do, he thought as he got dressed and put his shoes on. But, nevertheless, he’d see you at home anyways, Kenma just needed a little refuge for right now.

Especially since he was your refuge/safe place all night.

When Kenma’s leaving with his backpack on, there’s plenty of people in the hotel hallways, people coming back from lunch, collecting their things to check out, even the cleaning staff too. I

t was understandable that he bumped into someone, but he didn’t bother looking back in such a crowded hallway, however, he didn’t realize that the someone was you.

And if he had seen you, the confused expression on your face as to why he was leaving when you had just got his portion for breakfast and bumped into you without saying anything.

That kind of hurt your feelings as you stood there in the hotel hallway, not sure what to do. 

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

a/n: hiii! i hope you like the update and enjoy :)) we're coming to an end in a few chapters, so excitinggg ! <3

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@deftrow allowed me permission to make this/it's their idea from A03!! all i did was create a multi-chapter fic of it :) i made the banner!!

[kawaiibarty]

UMMM if this is not an intrusive question, could you pls explain the process of you transitioning? Like whatever made you feel you were with the wrong body? And how did it bother you sm? This is plain curiosity. If u wish pls help me understand.

ahhhh hi hi it's not intrusive at all!

so for me it was really something that took time for me to understand because i didn't know that people were allowed to feel different yk

when i was a child i wore boys clothes because it made me feel happy, during playtime i called dibs on the boy characters, my avatars in video games were exclusively male.

i felt really uncomfortable wearing certain things like skirts and certain shirts and even different types of shoes. my mom said i was really picky and difficult about it lol.

for a while i sort of started wearing skirts and stuff, around 11 to 13 yrs old but, idk it was an odd period for me. i just wanted to be someone my mother liked yk. anyway, for most of my schooling id been in an all girls school up until gr7 when i moved cross country and schools. this new school was co-ed and it was really weird because i felt excluded a lot of the time because i wasn't...yk i didn't act like most of the girls and the people i thought id fit in with didn't like the way i did things LOL. i just felt alienated and like an imposter because i wasn't doing....girl right? iykwim

then i went to highschool a year later and i was shoved back into an all girls class for two years where i realised i properly like girls, except i thought i was homophobic because i didn't like the lesbian label or the bisexual label even though id tried out both at some point. it was like, i know i like girls and i haven't liked a guy properly but that doesn't make me lesbian because...but what if it does because im a girl, right? (spoiler alert, i do like guys and i realised that i could use the label queer without it being a slur also cue asexuality)

anyway, i was introduced to non-binary and it was a reaaaal relief. im telling you, once i was seen as something that wasn't an uncomfortable little girl it was good. but it still didn't feel right so i toyed around with androgyny except i didn't like how uncertain it made me feel yk?

im not saying that people who are enby or androgynous are wholly uncertain but i didn't want to feel like a poseur because i KNEW what i wanted but i didn't know if it was real.

i dont remember when this happened but somebody introduced me to he/they and they/he pronouns and i grasped onto that and it was okay for a while. still didn't feel like i was going it right because i had long hair and wore skirts and was still called a girl or non-binary and i hated my name and everything about the uncertainty yk? like it just came back out of nowhere

then one day this little boy comes up to me, i kid you not it's a CORE MEMORY for me, but this kid approaches me and he's like "are you a boy or a girl" and i start panicking because im not a girl and i hate being a girl and im not a boy because...i mean i don't even look like one right? so i ask him "what do you think i am?" and he says, without even thinking about "you look like a boy. i think you're a boy." and

yk, ive never smiled so wide in my life. i told him "yeah you're right" and he FISTBUMPS ME and im all giddy and excited and i text my best friend @d-rxse and im like OMGOMG YOULL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED DUDE anyway that was three years ago

then i got moved to a co-ed class

it kind of went to shit after that because as soon as i came out as trans i got a new boyfriend and he had never dated a trans person before so for a while he used he/they pronouns for me and we called each other boyfriends up until maybe april of last year where he told me he was uncomfortable with it

so i was an idiot and threw away all my progress and said "you can call me your gf and use they/them pronouns and she/her in front of your friends" and yeah 👍🏼 progress gone. down the drain.

i fixed it tho, by the end of last year i was so done with his bullshit, i broke up with him a week after school started this year, cut my hair short, changed my name, pronouns and got a new phone. cut him out of my life completely. ive never been happier

[babysisterallgrowdup]

I caught the brunette’s stare as the last activity bus rolled down the street having left school. I wasn’t sure of her name, but I think it was Esme, which is what I’m gonna use.

I’d always thought she was cute and had caught her staring at me several times. It didn’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, I got hot every-time I caught her. In fact, when I got home I usually fingered myself in the bathroom as my dad did homework with my little sister.

Esme was dressed up in a black dress. She might’ve been on the school council or something. She had on sandals. Her back was against the buses side and the windows. It was a crowded bus, but she was all by herself, her feet at the edge of the seat.

I stared back at Esme. Our gazes locked and she eventually broke first, looking away. But her gaze returned quickly to see me still staring at her. I thought I might’ve seen a hint of a smile curl her lips. She crooked her head at me, trying to get me to join her.

I licked my lips and switched to sit next to her. She didn’t say anything, nor did I. Our thighs were rubbing one another. My thigh exposed from my running shorts and hers from the dress.

Her hand slid the hem of her dress up her thigh, exposing lace lavender panties. With the edge of her dress up, she used her pinky finger to trace the back of my left hand, the one nearest her.

I reached over and caressed her thigh. Her eyes closed and her head tilted ever so slightly back as I thought I heard a moan escape her closed mouth.

I moved my fingers to the front of her panties and stroked the lacey material. As I extended the downward stroke I could feel the heat and moisture from her pussy. I kept doing this for a couple of minutes. The whole while her throat made some deep guttural sounds that were hot af.

I felt my own reaction to this girl. I was wet, no doubt.

I slipped a finger under the band of her panties and peeled it back, slipping a digit underneath. I stroked and stroked her smooth bald pussy, careful to stay outside of her labia.

She pushed her cunt forward into my fingers. She desperately wanted me to penetrate her. I shifted in my seat and faced her. When I did, I drove my fingers into her until my thumb stopped against her mound. I immediately felt her spasm and quiver and a rivulet of moisture spilled over my fingers into my hand to drip onto the seat and then onto the floor.

I smelled her scent. It was intoxicating.

I knew she was cumming and decided that I was going to steal this girl’s soul and I continued stroke into her, working in a second finger into her tight hole. She angled her pussy and spread her legs further to allow me greater access. I was about to try and get a third finger in when she covered her mouth with her hand and bit down, drawing blood I think. But she stifled a wail.

I fucked her pussy there on the late activity bus and didn’t care if we were discovered. I don’t understand how someone couldn’t see what I was doing to her. Finally, I saw that my stop was coming up. I slowed and let me fingers slide out of her, while her cunt still quivered. She sighed and took her hand from her mouth.

I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted her, the whole time staring into her deep liquid brown eyes.

Her head drifted over to my shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said in a husky voice that if I didn’t know better might’ve thought it belonged to a man.

“The pleasure was all mine,” I said. “Tomorrow?”

“Please.”

“Until then.” I got up and exited the bus, walking down the block to our house.

I felt an unexpected tug on my jersey hem and turned around and looked down into my little sister’s electric blue eyes.

“What were you doing to that girl?”

[sideprince]

I didn't choose either answer in the poll because I don't think those are the only two options. There's a lot of grey area between culpability and innocence, and I think canon deliberately avoids giving a clear answer on this.

Lupin says in PoA (emphasis mine):

‘Snape had seen me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one evening as she led me towards the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius thought it would be - er - amusing, to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot on the tree-trunk with a long stick, and he’d be able to get in after me. Well, of course, Snape tried it - if he’d got as far as this house, he’d have met a fully grown werewolf - but your father, who’d heard what Sirius had done, went after Snape and pulled him back, at great risk to his life … Snape glimpsed me, though, at the end of the tunnel. He was forbidden to tell anybody by Dumbledore, but from that time on he knew what I was …’

-Prisoner of Azkaban Ch. 18

Here Lupin is saying that the prank was Sirius' idea and implies James only heard about it later. He says that James "heard what Sirius had done," which implies he wasn't included by Sirius from the outset. It's unclear who James would have heard about it from, although based on this quote, we can assume it wasn't Lupin (who was already in the Shrieking Shack, prepped and ready for Wolf Time). It might have been from Sirius himself, although Lupin's re-telling seems to imply otherwise, but then he has a habit of skirting over uncomfortable truths. It may have been Pettigrew, or it could have been any other student, depending on how prone Sirius was to bragging. On the one hand it's unlikely that Sirius would have mouthed off about sending Snape to the Whomping Willow, given that it would have exposed Lupin and potentially made other students curious, but on the other we see in SWM that James could be careless when talking about Lupin's condition and he and Sirius followed each other's lead a lot, so that may imply that Sirius was careless too:

Wormtail was the only one who didn’t laugh. ‘I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes and the tufted tail,’ he said anxiously, ‘but I couldn’t think what else -‘ ‘How thick are you, Wormtail?’ said James impatiently. ‘You run round with a werewolf once a month -‘ ‘Keep your voice down,’ implored Lupin.

-Order of the Phoenix, Ch. 28

Lupin also says in Half-Blood Prince (ch. 16) that James used to refer to his condition as his "furry little problem" and that “Many people were under the impression that [he] owned a badly behaved rabbit.” So there's some evidence that James talked about it in public, which can imply that Sirius did too, though I don't think we see evidence of it in canon. Nevertheless, carelessness like speaking too loudly to your friends while others can overhear is not the same as thoughtlessly telling others outside your friend group about something sensitive. So while I'm putting this forth as a potential option, I don't think it's likely.

Ultimately, however, this is Lupin's perspective. He wasn't actually present at the time when James found out that Sirius had sent Snape to the Whomping Willow, and since Snape glimpsed him in full werewolf form, it seems like Lupin was also in no state to have any idea what a bunch of school boys were doing or discussing, let alone who said what when. Which means his perspective on events is almost certainly influenced by whatever he was told afterwards, either by the other Marauders or Dumbledore. Presumably the disciplinary actions Dumbledore took were done while Lupin was still transformed, given that there was some urgency to making sure Snape kept quiet, but it's likely that once the full moon had passed, Dumbledore would have called Lupin into his office to update him on the situation. It's also likely his friends would have talked about what happened and told him. In addition, since Sirius is in the Shrieking Shack when Lupin reveals the above info in PoA, and James is, well, dead, it's also possible that Lupin - ever the people pleaser - is defaulting to Sirius' version of events.

At the end of the day, we don't really know, and I think there's a reason for this. Snape's understanding of James' role is very different (emphasis mine):

‘And did the Headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life?’ he whispered. ‘Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for precious Potter’s delicate ears?’ Harry bit his lip. He didn’t know what had happened and didn’t want to admit it - but Snape seemed to have guessed the truth. ‘I would hate you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter,’ he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. ‘Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you - your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn’t got cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts.’

-Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 14

Snape's perspective is that James was in on the prank and helped plan it, but got cold feet at the last minute. This diverges from Lupin's retelling later on in the book, specifically in how it posits James' role in the prank. Snape, however, is also an unreliable narrator just like Lupin, because he's biased against James - and while he has good reason for it, and to have been distrustful of him, this nevertheless makes his own understanding of James' role in the event subjective. He also assumes Lupin was in on the prank as well, based on the phrasing "your saintly father and his friends" where friends is plural, not to mention this confirmation later in PoA in the Shrieking Shack:

‘So that’s why Snape doesn’t like you,’ said Harry slowly, ‘because he thought you were in on the joke?’ ‘That’s right,’ sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Lupin. Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing directly at Lupin.

- Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch. 18

It's implied by Lupin's recounting of events, however, that he wasn't part of planning the prank and wasn't even aware of it, so we could take that as a hint that Snape's perception is skewed.

It's worth noting, however, that Snape's perspective, unlike Lupin's, is based on a firsthand experience of events. He was the one who was manipulated to go to the Whomping Willow and go through the tunnel, and was therefore present for events Lupin can only retell through having heard about it from others. Even considering this, though, we never see Snape mention clearly who said what to him and when, and he could very well have just made an assumption that if Sirius sent him to the Shrieking Shack, James was naturally involved too even if he wasn't, whether he had any reason to think so aside from previous experience informing assumptions.

So again, like with Lupin, there's no clear answer.

I think these are the only clear mentions of the prank and who had what role in it (but if I missed something then @ me whoever finds more!). The only other time it's touched on by any characters who were around at the time is when we see Lily and Snape arguing in the Pensieve at the end of DH:

‘They don’t use Dark Magic, though.’ She dropped her voice. ‘And you’re being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow and James Potter saved you from whatever’s down there -’ Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, ‘Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too!

-Deathly Hallows, Ch. 33

This is even more vague when it comes to James' role and shows that each character has a subjective perspective on what he actually did.

There seems to be a deliberate choice on the author's part to make James' role in the prank unclear. It's the only detail that's inconsistent in various characters' retelling of it. In fact, you could read the conversation between Snape and Lily as having been written with the express purpose of using the prank as an excuse to show these two characters discussing James and their differing feelings on him. James is never present to confirm or deny anyone's idea of him or his role, and I think that's a considered choice in the writing.

The text is saying that the point isn't whether or not James was actually in on the prank. There's no clear answer given as to James' role, which makes me think his role isn't as relevant as the results of the one action everyone agrees he did take: going after Snape to get him out before he was hurt or killed. The point is that each character's view on his role illustrates their relationship to him, so that's where the onus is, not on the truth of what James' actions were before he stepped in to save Snape. This is part of a larger theme Rowling explores throughout the books: it is what we do that matters in the grand scheme of things. As Dumbledore says in Chamber of Secrets, "It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities." The text focuses more on the action James takes once the prank is in motion, not on his role leading up to it, and it gives no definitive answer to the latter - I think deliberately.

And whatever conclusion is drawn from that must, I think, include the clear timeline the overall text lays out, in which James assaults Snape after O.W.L.'s even though he's already saved him from the tunnel under the Whomping Willow. We know this because we see that argument between Snape and Lily where the prank is alluded to, which means the two of them still had a flailing friendship, whereas after O.W.L.'s Lily ends the friendship entirely. So there's a comment on James' character being given there, in that despite his willingness to save Snape, he's not become remorseful or friendlier towards him at all, at least not outwardly. So if we're drawing the conclusion that the text is pursuing the theme of choices in its vagueness around James' role in the prank, we also have to look at James' later actions, which show that despite his willingness to save a life, he can nevertheless be cruel and take pleasure in causing others to suffer as long as he can justify it to himself.

Thank you for tagging me, this was an interesting question and I had fun exploring it. My unsolicited advice on all this is: these are characters in a book. If you and/or the snater you're arguing with are using canon to justify opinions you've already formed, I'm not sure what the point is of arguing at all. You're just digging your heels in and trying to find justification for doing so in the text, at which point you're better off prioritizing your mental well being and not arguing with someone who's not interested in listening. Literature is subjective and there's more to be gained from trying to understand what a text is saying objectively, and more importantly to ask why it might be saying it, than to try and glean your own subjective perspective from a text that may or may not share it.

Also I highly recommend getting pdf of ebook versions of the books, or using potter-search.com when trying to find answers in canon. If you need quotes, this is where you can find them easily by using the search features. Relying on your own memory, ie. "as I recall" without confirming if your memory is correct is how canon gets twisted and skewed in fandoms, and if you're arguing with someone who's quoting from the book directly, then either be prepared to do the same or bow out gracefully, in my opinion.

Again, I appreciate you tagging me in this post OP, it was a fun rabbit hole to go down! And I really appreciate your kind words about my meta posts. But it does also feel like you were asking us to do your homework for you, and I've had asks like that in the past and tbh they make me uncomfortable. I enjoy literary analysis and writing meta, but it takes time and effort and I wouldn't ask someone else to do so for my sake just because I didn't feel like doing it myself or didn't have the skills. (And I can understand a sense of urgency when you're in a heated debate, but please also consider why debating fictional characters is causing such a sense of urgency if it is, and whether that's good for your mental health.) Knowing how to think critically and support your opinions with sources (not to mention being open to changing your opinion if the sources disagree with them or just simply go in an unexpected third direction like they did here) are incredibly important skills and I hope you'll use your interest in fandom discourse to develop them. (Also if there's a language barrier I apologize, but that's also something to consider when getting into a debate with someone who doesn't have that - and while that may feel unfair, and justifiably, not to mention relatably as English isn't my first language - it's worth considering whether the issue you're arguing about is worth the energy and angst you're putting into it.)

Also Wizarding World is not a reliable source. You absolutely have to pay attention to the specific language used in every article, because a lot of it is meta and not canon, usually indicated by non-committal language ie. "possibly" "may have" "could have" etc. If it wasn't written by Rowling it can't be relied on as canon. "Last minute change of heart" can have multiple implications and it's always better to go to the source text than to analysis first.

Also my last bit of unsolicited advice: when someone sends you a quote from a text, ask them where it can be found. Book and chapter (page numbers get iffy with digital media because they can change, and with HP there are so many versions that even hard copies make page numbers unreliable). Quotes can be selective, and it's good practice to look them up yourself and see if there's any additional language preceeding or following the quoted text that affects context. Also twitter is a TERRIBLE medium for the conversation you're having with this person.

Hep

I need arguments, quotes, or something that confirms that James knew about the prank

I'm arguing with a snater convinced that James didn't know about the prank, He says James finds out about the prank at the last minute and goes quickly to save Snape.

If you answered yes, pls tell me why.

I'm convinced that he did know, James and Sirius were inseparable. It is impossible that he did not tell him. James probably thought it funny at the time, but as night drew nearer he saw the seriousness of what was gonna happen and the consequences and went to save Snape at the last moment.

I even sent him this quote

"If it hadn’t had been for James’s last-minute change of heart, he could have been responsible for Snape’s death " Written by The Wizarding World Team

And his answer was....

As I recall, there is no mention of a change of heart in the book. I don't know if he doesn't know how to read or what, but in the quote I sent him it's implied that James did know.

But he's very convinced that James is innocent and didn't know anything.....

He sent me a quote from the book, which also does not specify that he did not know. It doesn't say when James HEARD or from who he hear about the prank. "went after" it doesn't say that he went Immediately after knowing it.

Like ok he heart it and went but, it does not specify when he found out or if he went immediately after he found out about the prank to save snape

Tbh I'm very confused

Any comments will be appreciated 🥺🩷🩷

[bunnihearted]

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[longagoitwastuesday]

Going through the Utahim.e tag had me checking several times if at some point I had clicked on the G.ojo/Utahim.e one instead

[maiaacchiato]

thinking thoughts

[disdaidal]

I don't want to brag or sound too optimistic about it, but after three weeks of training at a private college, I think my lessons with this one particular immigrant student (who has serious motivational problems lemme tell ya) are finally starting to get through and there's been improvement.

Only slight improvement so far but I have spotted some, so maybe not all hope is lost yet.

Remains to be seen I guess.

[fragglerockopinions]

I'm like. actively being abused at home. What do I even do about that.

[murphyslawyer]

I really just saw someone, on this website, tell a person who felt disturbed by a friend’s suicidal thoughts that maybe the friend shouldn’t have unloaded on them like that.

Are you fucking kidding me?? What are people supposed to do, then? Keep that shit shoved so deep inside them that they actually end up killing themselves??

I understand it can be really disturbing to hear that shit from someone who’s close to you, but bearing that discomfort is in fact necessary because maybe people need a friend’s support before seeking professional help. And that discomfort is nowhere nearly as bad as the pain of losing a friend. Get over yourselves.

[ssaalexblake]

jodie whittaker not have the same haircut as my sister challenge

[random-hippocat]

okay so I read the notes on this one

I think it's just, they need to refer to you in some way. so the best option is always to ask. otherwise they just have to assume. I think asking is always more polite.

I also think it's a good step for inclusivity. we're getting to the point where asking for pronouns isn't a weird thing. eventually it'll be so normal that people won't think twice about asking anyone their pronouns. but it takes time before we can get to that point.

plus if you don't want them to ask, you don't want them to assume, what are they meant to do?

Potentially hot take but I find the mandatory disclosure of pronouns increasingly prevalent in academic and some professional settings to be dystopic as hell, not cause "pronouns cringe" but because the mandatory reporting of your personal gender identity to a group of total strangers over and over again is fucking weird and invasive

[steviescrystals]

ignore this post i’m just whining again

[nymph1e]

On Discomfort and Morality

My father finds gay men uncomfortable.

He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.

In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.

When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.

My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.

He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.

I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.

The next time you see something and you automatically think it's disgusting, or wrong, or immoral, I invite you to ask yourself: is this actually wrong or does this just make me uncomfortable?