#other teachers kept asking me what i was doing differently - why the kids listened to me. i am not particularly foreboding

[inkskinned]

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

[patricia-taxxon]

Attempting to extend sympathy to my younger self via self insert fiction.

"Hello there!"

I looked up from the lunchbox on my lap towards the source of the sudden loud voice, standing four or so feet away from me was a… dog? He stood on two legs, an eager look on his face. I looked around, none of the other kids were nearby.

"Hello?" I said back, a little confused.

"My name is Paul! What is your name?" The dog replied, both in an oddly formal tone of voice and… loudly, even though he was close enough to grab.

"My name's Bradley." I said, and went back to my PB&J.

"How old are you, Bradley?" asked Paul, in that same babyish but too-formal tone, almost like a robot.

"I'm eleven." I replied, without looking up.

"I'm ten!" He said back. "Nice to meet you!"

Several seconds passed, and he didn't move or look away. I realized he was waiting for me to say something.

"Nice to meet you too, Paul." His tail twitched as I said that, but he quickly moved his paw behind him to hold it in place until it settled. "Sorry," He said, before asking another question. "What do you like to do?"

His awkward storybook-speaking was offputting to me, but no one ever talked to me at recess, especially not completely out of nowhere like this. I answered his question, "I like playing Smash Bros," but I don't know why I thought of that first. I didn't really feel like finishing my lunch, I started to pack it away for later.

"What's that?" He said back. Was that a joke? He looked curious.

"Uh… it's a game, you can play as different Nintendo characters and fight each other." I waited for him to respond, but he was still listening. "You can uh… you can be Sonic."

"That's really cool!" He said. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Hm? Oh, okay, I guess." I replied. The dog's tail instantly sprung to life, and he once again moved his paw to stop it. "Sorry," he said, and moved swiftly to sit on the bench next to me, a bit closer than I thought he would. He looked up towards me like he wanted me to keep talking, or… it looked like he was looking at the top of my head, I wasn't sure.

Instead of explaining Smash Bros anymore, I asked a question myself to take the pressure off. "What do you like to play?" Paul blinked and his ears perked up. "I like Marble Blast Gold!" He almost yelped out, before drawing back. "But… shhh, don't tell anyone. I'm not supposed to talk about it."

That didn't make any sense. "Huh? What does that mean?" I asked.

"It's the best game ever, you like… you roll, and you have to… like, you have to get to the end. Uh." He stammered. "But I'm not… I'm not allowed to play it anymore, my teachers said I'm too obsessed."

"That's bullshit." I spat.

"Yeah!!" He yelled, leaping up onto his haunches, tail wagging up a storm, until he noticed again, and pressed his paw to stop it. "Sorry." he said.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"Doing what?"

"Stopping your tail." I pointed to his butt. "Aren't you like… a dog, or something?"

Paul cocked his head like I asked him a really stupid question. "Yeah? Why." He said, carefully.

We stared at each other for another couple of seconds. I didn't know how to word my questions without sounding awkward. "I've met a lot of… dogs, and wagging tails is pretty normal." I felt insane saying it out loud.

"Well I'm special!" Paul beamed. "I can talk, I can stand on two legs!" He got up and stood upon the bench, barely reaching eye level with me. "I'm in a class for special dogs only." He bumped a fist on his chest.

"Oh… okay." I said, not really understanding. I guess the rules were different for dogs that talk. It felt weird watching him do that though, and saying sorry for it too. "Are special dogs… not supposed to wag?" I asked.

"Yeah. No wagging." He replied. "'Cus humans don't wag."

"But humans don't have tails in the first place." I looked behind myself to check. "So you don't actually know if humans would wag or not, right?" I was getting seriously weirded out by this conversation, but I just kinda kept going. "How'd you learn to talk, anyways?" I asked, Paul looked like he was processing what I said very slowly.

"Like I said, I'm special." Paul repeated. "I'm learning how to make it disappear, like everyone else. First I gotta learn how to keep it still, though, so the magic works."

"Magic?" I said back to him. I mean, it wasn't all that weird compared to meeting a talking dog, but the word still threw me off.

"Yeah, lookit!" The dog hopped off the bench, hunched over with his back facing me, and started screaming like he was about to go super saiyan. I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking at, I was too startled. I might have been imagining things, but I think I saw his tail slowly retracting into his body like a lazy snake.

"Paul! What the fuck are you doing??" I shouted, but instead of responding, Paul just… went silent and flopped onto his side. I quickly rushed over, yelling "Are you okay? What just happened?" I looked over his body, flat on the asphalt. His tail had grown all the way back and… his body shrunk. His head was halfway tucked into his shirt like a turtle. His paws barely poked out of his sleeves, pointing directly forward from his body. He didn't look like a kid anymore, he looked like a dog that someone stuffed into some kid's clothes.

After a second, I thought it wouldn't hurt to poke him. "Paul? Recess is almost over." I poked at his chest, and he rolled onto his back limply. I suddenly felt silly trying to talk to him, like I was trying to reason with a pet. I tried a different approach, I clapped my hands and rapped on my knees. "Hey! Up! Food!"

Paul's eyes shot open, and he sneezed, before wiggling his legs to right himself. He took an instant and a half to realize where he was, and he suddenly cowered, looking straight at me, shivering. "Hey, what's wrong?" I whispered. He looked side to side, back at his own doggish body, and back to me. He blinked, looking like he was about to run away.

"No, no, it's okay." I tried to be reassuring, I'd never had a dog before so I didn't really know what I was doing. I almost forgot that I'd just been talking about Smash Bros with him. "Uh… do you like granola bars?" His ears perked up, and his tail swayed, his new… anatomy making it hard to reach back and stop it this time. I grabbed my backpack from behind me and rummaged through it for leftovers, I got the other of the two bars inside the wrapper, the one I didn't eat, and held it out in front of me. Paul approached me slowly, his nose twitching. "Can you… eat this, even?" I asked, as he sniffed the crumbly rectangle. He licked it soon after, and started nibbling and snarfing after that. I watched carefully, scared to make any sudden moves.

Paul looked up at me again, and I noticed his eyes were a little different. More definition, like I could tell a little more what he was feeling. His new eyes looked concerned, like he was waiting for me to do something bad. He reached up with a paw, it was looking a bit more like a hand now. I let go, and he held the bar himself as he munched away, sitting plainly on his knees.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"Maghic." The dog said through a full mouth.

"That was magic?" I replied. "I saw your tail shrink, I'm pretty sure."

Paul swallowed. "How much?"

I thought back, the image was still clear in my head. "Like… barely at all. A couple inches?"

"Aw…" He looked disappointed in himself.

We sat in silence for a bit, but there was a question I wanted to ask. "Why do you want to get rid of your tail? Like… that looked painful."

"Mrs. Millie said I can go to the regular class if I can turn human," the talking dog said, proudly.

"You're pretty bad at that." I chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his ears without thinking. Paul looked like he was about to take it personally, but suddenly lost his train of thought as my hand touched his head. "Bwuhhf…" He woofed under his breath, his tail twitched and his paws lost their thumbs again. I quickly pulled my hand back, "Sorry! I didn't…" Paul's eyes took a second to form together again, and he looked right at me, "That wasn't fair." he whined, but his tail was still wagging.

"You really are a dog!" I said, glancing sneakily behind him. Paul followed my gaze to his own tail, yelped, and quickly pressed it down with both paws.

"Oh, come on, stop it." I joked. "It's psyching me out, it looks like it hurts when you hold your tail in place like that."

Paul turned his head back at me. "It doesn't… hurt," he said, slowly and surely.

"Hm. Whatever you say." I got up and went back on the bench. After I turned around to sit down, Paul was already running towards me. I didn't have any time to think before he bounded into my lap and butted his head into my chest while his tail went crazy. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but he was pretty small, I got it back in just a second. Paul yipped and barked, maybe there were some normal words in there too, but I couldn't understand it. This is where I realized he wasn't a very special dog after all, I think he was just normal.

I scratched behind his head and stroked his back through those baggy clothes, and this time he didn't mind. He might have been crying, it was hard to tell, I didn't really know what dog crying looked like. Eventually, he settled down. I couldn't feel his shoulders anymore, he seemed in danger of falling out of his shorts if he wasn't careful. I had a dog in my lap, an extremely normal dog. He stretched his body up and rested his head on my shoulder. "I like you, Bradley." He said, a little too slowly, and a little too loudly. I didn't know what to say to that, he barely knew me. This was all very weird. "You're a good dog." I said back, just because it felt right.

I could feel Paul's body shaping up into a more human posture again as he regained composure. He let go, turned to the side, and sat down on the bench next to me again, staring at his paws in his lap. I leaned over, "You okay?" I asked. He didn't answer, he just put his paw on my wrist and started twirling the hair under my sleeve.

I quickly jerked my hand away and covered the hairy skin. "Don't look at that!" I snapped.

"You have fur too!" Paul yelled.

"No, no, that's hair. I'm just…" I didn't want to explain, it was too embarrassing. I looked like I had my dad's arms, I hoped that no one would see. "It's a condition."

"Oh. Okay." Paul stared into the distance again. We sat in silence for another couple awkward seconds before the bell rang.

"Bye, Bradley." the dog said, scampering off.

"Bye, Paul." I waved after him, being sure to hold my sleeve up with my other hand.

[chrissturnsgirlll222]

okok you can make this super fluffy or u can add smut if you’d like, i don’t have a preference. i also can literally see this in my head so i’m sorry if there’s too much lolol. but basically reader + the triplets have been best friends since they were like 6, but reader and nick are closest. she’s had a crush on matt for ages and basically matt finally realizes what he feels (even though anyone w two eyes could see) and kisses her, but they get caught by nick and matt kinda runs out, later being scolded by nick saying smtg like “why are you doing this? she doesn’t need you breaking her heart over and over again anymore.” after that he confesses and at first she thinks he’s fucking w her before realizing he’s being genuine

sandbox

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary - this rec ^^

warnings - kissing, fluff, swearing, use of y/n (i think thats all)

word count - 2400??

NOT PROOFREAD

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me and the triplets have been best friends for as long as i remember. i honestly think i gained consciousness when i was with them. we have spent countless summers together just playing around outside. showing off our new toys, board games and just growing up together.

we were all inseparable from the moment i met them and have pretty much experienced everything with them. i was always super close with chris and he was even my first kiss at the ripe age of 8. nick and i met first during baseball practice and i was the only girl on the team. nick is my best friend in the whole world and that never changed as we grew up. matt and i are very different people. we always got along and played together as kids but as i grew up i developed feelings for him. i had an eye for him ever since we were 13 when he ditched his date and took me to 8th grade formal because no one else would. he was always my knight in shining armor.

i always thought he was attractive but as time went on i grew to love everything about him. i confided in nick about my feelings when i was 15 and have continued to express my feelings for matt to him. nick promised me that this would be the only secret he would ever keep from his brother and he has kept it for 2 years now.

which brings us to present day.

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matt was driving me home from school since nick and chris were hanging out with their friends after school.

“did you see that amount of homework our history teacher gave us, i was ready to walk out the second she gave me that booklet.” i say. “oh i fucking know she can be ridiculous.” matt replies. he was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other tapping his fingers on the centre console to the music we were listening to. “matt.” i ask looking at the size of my booklet, “hmm?” he says watching the road. “do you think we can work on these together i really dont think i can get this done on my own.” i mumble, he chuckles looking over at me “i was just about to ask you the same thing.” he smiles.

“ok ill drive over later i need to do some things at home before i start homework.” i breathe. “sounds good.” he says.

once matt dropped me home i immediately began getting ready. although i would never admit it, i always tried my best to look my best when i was around matt. even though we have known each other for years i never wanted him to think i was unattractive.

growing up and watching the girls matt would take on dates and have all of those ‘firsts’ with always crushed me. he never knew it but he broke my heart countless times. the worst time was when we were 15 and he came to me nick and chris after hanging out with his first girlfriend and told us he lost his virginity. that was the night i confessed to nick my feelings for his brother. i spent the rest of that weekend crying in my room about matt when he did nothing to hurt me, i was just in my own head about loving him since i was 13. its safe to say nothing has changed since then and i have continued to be in love with him and i am now currently 17.

- later that night - 6:15 pm

i arrived to their house and walked in after being greeted by their mom and a hug from her. their mom treated me like my own as i was at their house more than i was at my own. she told me that there was dinner left over since chris and nick werent home if i wanted some.

of course all i wanted to do was just hangout with matt.

i made my way up the stairs to matts room to find him playing a game on his computer with headphones on. i walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. “oh y/n you scared the shit out of me.” he breathes clearly startled. i laugh and walk over to his bed and plop down on it. “i actually think i would rather step on nails for a day than do this history bullshit.” i sigh.

matt chuckles while shutting off his computer and grabbing his history booklet and sitting down on his bed. we both got right to work going from looking in our textbooks, to writing down answers, copying the answers from each other and wording them differently. we continued that same process for about an hour before my hand felt like it was going to fall off.

“oh my god matt i cannot do this anymore we need to take a break.” i sigh laying down on my back. “me too i think my head will explode if i keep going.” he agrees. i close my eyes and get comfortable in his bed while he grabs his phone and starts scrolling on it eventually turning it to my face “what do you think of her.” he asks showing me a girl that is in our history class. i just raise my shoulders in response. “words would be more helpful you know.” he chuckles. “i dont know shes the same as the past 3 girls you have been with.” i blankly reply. he hums in response and goes back to scrolling. “so helpful.” he says jokingly rolling his eyes.

“you never really like any of the girls i talk to huh?” he blurts. i freeze not knowing how to respond, i dont know matt maybe because ive been in love with you for years but your too stubborn to fucking notice it? i obviously wanted to scream I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE SINCE I WAS 13, at him but i didnt. my face goes blank and i just turn away from him and go back to resting my eyes even tho i know it wont last long. while me and matt had a great relationship as friends i always shut down when it came to moments like these. matt knows when something is wrong, all the fucking time. its frustrating in moments like these when i am literally mad at him for showing me a girl hes interested in but of course i cant tell him that.

“ok snap out of it what is your problem now?” he snaps. “matt i dont have a problem.” i state lying through my teeth. “anyone from a mile away can read that you are upset right now so just tell me what the issue is so i can fix it.” he pleads. “matt can you drop it.” i huff twars brimming my eyes, “no.” he pauses “why do you keep doing this, you always shut me out when theres a problem. i know that your upset and you know that i know your upset, just tell me whats wrong.” he explains.

“matt i cant.” i say as tears spill out. he lifts his hand to turn me over to see that im crying, his face saddens. i instinctually cover my eyes and sit up.

“theres clearly something wrong, what happened why cant you open up to me anymore.” he says. i sniffle and get up to use the bathroom. i couldnt stand to even look him in the eye. not knowing the strong feelings i have for him.

j went into the bathroom and broke down. i never broke like that in front of him before. every time this has happened i usually just go home and deal with it or complain to nick. this time i was looking him right in the eye and he saw what he made me feel. matts not and idiot he definitely knows why that upset me. if he didnt have a hunch that i was in love with him before he absolutely knows now. everything ive held in for the past 4 years has spilled out and i dont know how to handle what will happen when i walk back in to that room.

knock knock

“y/n can you open the door.” he says in a quiet tone. i put my hand on the handle and press my other hand to the door. “deep breaths” i keep repeating to myself. i crack the door open and matt sees me mascara on my face. puffy eyes and a sniffily mess. he grabs my face and either side and wipes away my tears. i just watch him as he does this. he moves forward to get closer and slowly connects our lips. i immediately melt into his touch and start kissing him back, wrapping my hands around his on my face.

we continue kissing as i wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer as he smiles into the kiss. i heavily breathe in as he slips his tongue into my mouth. my heart beats faster at the new feeling. i always imagined kissing matt but this is better than what i ever could have imagined. he moves one hand from my face and places it on my hip.

“what. the. fuck.” i hear nick say from behind.

we both stop and turn around and nick and chris standing behind us.

“nick please dont be mad.” i plead. “i will talk to you in a minute y/n” he says point at me “matt go to your room with me.” nick says sticking his hand in the direction of matts room.

matts pov

my heart was beating so fast as nick followed me into my room. kissing his best friend what was i thinking. she was my best friend too but their relationship was always closer but its still no excuse.

“what the fuck are you doing kissing y/n?” he yells, i open my mouth to speak but he interrupts me. “do you know how much you have fucked with her already.” he exclaims.

now im confused.

“you have been messing with y/n’s head for years now and you have spent the past four years breaking her heart over and over, she doesnt need you doing it again.”

i pause i thinking about his words rubbing my hands over my face.

“she has spent everyday loving you since we were 13 and has watched you countless times talk to girls and being girls around and she has always kept it in as to how she feels. unless you truly have feelings for her that to you was nothing. but matt, what just happened right there.” nick says shaking his head, “just might hurt her more than anything you could ever have done to her.” nick breathes before walking out of my room.

y/n’s pov

i walked into chris’ room after what happened and just cried as he watched me spiral. he surprisingly had nothing to say and the silence of the situation made it even worse. i was freaking the fuck out. i never anticipated kissing matt and especially not his brother, my best friend catching us.

nick walks in to chris’ room “y/n are you ok?” he asks. i look at him and just break down. he walks over and sits down on the bed with me and chris. chris friendly pats me on the shoulder and i smile at him “thanks chris.” i say and he gives me a warm smile.

we hear a knock on the door and see matt open it. “y/n please can i talk to you.” he says and nick looks at me with worry written all over his face. “its ok.” i whisper as i get up and nod at matt.

we close the door behind us and he begins. “nick just told me ive been breaking your heart since we were 13.” he breathes, “why didnt you say anything before.”

“matt i couldnt.” i say tears threatening to come out of my eyes again. matt looks at me with concern. “dont, dont look at me like that. you never felt anything for me now dont start now because you feel bad for me.” i say now feeling angry at him. “y/n but thats the thing, i always felt something for you. anyone with eyes can see that. you know that i never let any girl come into my presence without asking your approval, your the most important girl to me in the world nothing can ever change that.” he says looking at the ground. “bullshit.” i huff. “i dont believe you, if you really ever had feelings for me you would have seen that i loved you for 4 years.” i say tears pooling out of my eyes but i dont care, “4 years matt. ive been seeing you with girls for years envious of their life and then you pass them on like their nothing.” i say putting a finger to his chest. “4 years i had to keep this to myself to prevent it from ruining years of friend ship, not just between us but between your family.” i say pushing my finger on his chest harder and he steps back. “4 years that i had to get my heart broken by someone who didnt give a shit about me.” i say walking towards him now pushing him harder, crying even harder now.

he wraps his arms around me and i fight out of his grip. he doesnt let go as i stuggled but eventually i grow tired and just clutch on to him like if i let go i would fall. “im sorry.” he says petting my hair and i cry into his chest. “you know that i would never hurt you, you are the one person besides my brother that i care about the most.” he says resting his chin on my head. “i love you.” he says. i look up at him from his grip. i moved up to his face finding his lips and connecting them once more. this kiss more sweet than the last.

“ive waited to hear that since i was 13.”

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[pinkthrone445]

-Since words are not enough to explain how much I love you, let me show you- Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, soft

Warnings:none I think

Summary:Months after celebrating your wedding anniversary, Mel has a baby fever when she sees you holding a child in your arms. After trying for a few months, the treatment has a result and the Abbott's family gets bigger.

The room was spinning around you, the four walls of the bathroom were shrinking around you, you were short of breath, and your whole body was shaking. You had thought about calling your wife, but you didn't want to see her disappointed like last time, so you decided to do it alone. How could it be that your future depended on a plastic cup with pee on it and a stick inside it? The bell had already sounded, indicating that the children would already be in the classrooms, but the 3 minutes of the test were not yet up and you needed to know. The 3 months of treatment had already passed and Mel and you had done several pregnancy tests and none were positive. But today it felt different, you felt different, you also kept in mind that you said that the previous times, but it really felt different this time; and even though your doctor's visit would be at the end of that week, you needed to know now.

Your cell phone alarm went off and with trembling hands you looked at the mark of the 3 pregnancy tests you had put in the disposable cup. All three clearly marked two red lines, they were positive, the treatment had worked, and you were pregnant, you couldn't believe it. Your mind started to travel a thousand miles an hour, you didn't know what to do, did you throw away the tests? How would you say to Mel? How would you bear not to tell her until you get home? Mel would surely realize that something was wrong, she knew you too well. How would you concentrate to teach your class now?

You were pacing around the bathroom until your cell phone lit up with a message from your wife

-🔥Jessica Rabbit🔥:"Amore? Where are you? Are you okay? One of your students came to my classroom because you still haven't come to your classroom. Did something happen?"-

With trembling hands you grabbed your cell phone, you wanted to send her a message, but on accident you called her and she answered before you could hang up the call

-"Hi love, are you okay?"- Your wife asked, her fear could be heard in her voice

-"I... I'm fine... I was in the bathroom, you know how horrible are my nausea after eating..."-You commented in a trembling voice, you weren't good at lying to her. Why you were afraid to tell her or for her to find out? This was what you were both looking for, what you both wanted.

-"Need more time? I can take care of your students..."-Your wife proposed and you sighed, you didn't know why you suddenly felt like crying

-"I need you... Please... Can you come to the teachers bathroom? Please I need you" - You pleaded and your voice broke. Your frightened wife got up quickly, let Barbara and Janine know if they could see the kids, and ran with you, not hanging up the call.

When she got to the bathroom, she gently knocked on the door listening to your faint response from the other side to get her in. She barely managed to close the door that you were already on top of her, hugging her tightly and taking a little of air out of her, her arms wrapped around you carefully and protectively.

-"What happened? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" - Your wife asked trying to see your face but you just hid in her neck-"Love, please speak to me"

-"I...I love you"-You whispered on her neck and she hugged you more but a little confused

-"I love you too... But why are you crying?"-She whispered, still worried

-"Remember that time we went to church when we visited your family, and they read something that said, 'If you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you can move mountains'?"- You whispered looking into her eyes and she nodded more confused than ever, not knowing where this was going, but she was worried about seeing your red eyes-"Then we looked up how big a mustard seed was and it was very small, smaller than our fingerprints, but from that seed grew a big, strong tree..."-You took Mel's hand and rested it on your stomach-"Well... Our baby is the size of a mustard seed right now, but they will grow up to be big and strong, like their moms" - You whispered with a big smile and Melissa looked at you very surprised, her eyes filled with tears

-"Are you sure?" - She asked in a trembling voice and you nodded showing her the 3 positive tests. The redhead said something in Italian that you couldn't quite understand and picked you up, hugging and kissing you with great joy. You laughed on her lips and hugged her, feeling her tears wet your cheeks. When you thought that Mel's love for you couldn't grow any more, you saw it right there, you saw it in her eyes, how they shone, with the adoration they looked at you, it was as if her heart had enlarged just so she could give more love to you and the baby. One of her soft hands lifted your blouse and touched your abdomen, she smiled and closed her eyes, causing a couple of tears to fall but her smile only grew bigger and bigger. You knew in that moment that Mel would be a perfect mother.

At the end of the week the doctor reaffirmed the beautiful news and your wife couldn't get over the excitement.

Weeks later, you informed Ava of the news, so that she could process your pregnancy leave, and then you decided to tell the rest of your coworkers before Ava ruined the surprise.

One morning, while everyone was eating breakfast, you arrived with a box of donuts from everyone's favorite place and left it on the table smiling

-"Good day beautiful people, we brought you a gift for you to enjoy"-You said and they all smiled thanking you, but when they opened the box, the room went silent, until Janine left out a high scream of excitement and Barbara came to hug you both.

The box said "eat folks, my mommy can't be the only one with a belly", next to a photo of the most recent ultrasound scan. Everyone congratulated you with great joy hugging mostly you and not that much to your wife, she would be a mother but she was still very scary. Mel from that moment on set some rules, such as that they could not touch your belly without first asking, and that when she was not present they should take care of you. You just laughed even though you knew your wife meant it.

You also told the children in your classroom the special news with a small game, you taught them how to write in morse code and gave them a small piece of paper to guess what it said, that kept them entertained for a while and when they saw that the note said "Miss (Y/L/N) is going to have a baby" they all went crazy with excitement and made a grup hug with you.

From the moment your colleagues at Abbott found out you were pregnant, they had become more protective than when you had told them you started fertilization treatment. Everyone took care of you in their own way.

Also, your cravings were the weirdest and grossest thing in the world, which matched the way Janine "cooked" her lunches. So every time she took out her tupperware of food, the disgusting aroma radiating from them made you want to eat it. Your wife was offended at first when she saw that you were preferring Janine's food over hers, but when she read in the pregnancy book that pregnant women preferred to eat certain things because they lacked iron or sugar, she understood that there were days when you preferred Janine's food because your iron was low and sure that in some of Janine's meals you could find a piece of spoon or a key that she put in to give it more "flavor". On the other hand, Mel prepared food for Janine just in case you wanted it hers, which made the youngest very happy because she was eating well for the first time in her life.

Jacob would always bring you home remedies or recipes he had practiced to help you with nausea, some helped and some just made you want to vomit more.

Gregory gave you several sets of legos for when the baby is older and flowers to decorate the house.

Ava joined everyone else and every once in a while she would give you very fashionable and tiny clothes for the baby.

Barbara shared her pregnancy experience with you and gave you very useful advice, as well as always checking on you that you were okay.

Mr. Johnson always made sure that the bathroom in your classroom was always nice and smelled good so you wouldn't feel like throwing up.

Even the children took care of you, every time you dropped something they picked it up and gave it to you so that you wouldn't make any effort.

Melissa was a different case, she had gone crazy with the arrival of the baby, she always came home with some new clothes, book or toy for the baby. You didn't even know what it was going to be yet, but you already had the wardrobe complete thanks to her. Also together you painted the room and assembled the crib, as well as a chair to cradle the baby. Your wife was also knitting clothes for the baby, and cooking every craving you had. At night she would spend at least half an hour every night talking to the baby before going to sleep, and when you slept, she would hug you very carefully caressing your belly, which had already grown quite a bit thanks to time.

Mel was loving every second of the pregnancy, especially seeing how your body changed, how your breasts grew and how your hips widened. She also loved feeling the baby kick or listening to the baby's heartbeat, so much so that she had it saved on her cell phone.

When it was time to find out the sex of the baby, your co-workers asked if you could tell the doctor to write it down so they could throw a party to find out the baby's gender. Melissa didn't want to at first, but you convinced her and she agreed.

The party was beautiful, they asked the guests that if they thought it was a girl to bring diapers and if it was a boy, to bring wet wipes, so at the end of the party they would give it to you to help you with some useful things.

The party was full of food and snacks, they played games like putting the pacifier on the baby with your eyes blindfolded, say it with mimic (babie edition) , guessing the size of your belly (that one was won by Melissa since she always had her hands on you), finishing a bottle of milk without hands, who guessed the lullaby by clues, and many more. Almost every game triggered a competition between the Schemmenti sisters.

When it came to guessing the baby's gender, they brought a piñata in the shape of a bottle and gave Mel a bat, which made her very happy. Once she tore it up, pink papers jumped all over the place, announcing that it would be a girl, which you and your wife celebrated a lot.

You two also announced that her name would be Isabella and you asked Barbara if she wanted to be the baby's Godmother, which made her cry and she accepted immediately.

At first your pregnancy seemed eternal, because of how heavy and big your belly was and how uncomfortable it was. But before you could think about it any more, your pregnancy leave arrived and finally the day of delivery was here.

Your birth was simple, it was by c-section, so you didn't feel so much pain thanks to the anesthesia, and your wife was with you at all times, squeezing your hand so tightly that you were afraid she would break your fingers. Barbara, Melissa's sister and the others were in the waiting room supporting you and waiting for some news.

Your little Isabella was born healthy, as soon as she was handed to you you counted all her little fingers and smiled when you saw that she had the same eye color as Mel. The little girl looked sleepy and snuggled into your chest while you caressed her back. Your wife adjusted your hair a little and kissed your forehead, thanking you for being such a strong woman and repeating how happy you made her and how much she loved you, and then she saw your little girl unable to help crying. Without a doubt, that was the happiest moment of both of your lives.

After a while, the others came in with balloons to meet little Bella.

After the birth, for a couple of weeks, Mel was with you at home, and although having a newborn was complicated, your wife helped you a lot and the two of you were able to enjoy a little paradise with the little baby.

When Mel finally had to go back to work, you decided to go visit her and your colleagues at Abbott. As soon as you entered the teacher's room, everyone greeted you with excitement fighting to see who got to hold Bella first, while she watched very attentively as everyone talked

-"I'm her godmother, I want to hold her first, I've hadn't had a baby in my arms for so long..."-Barbara murmured, and you handed it to her carefully. As soon as you let go, Barbara sniffed her little head and smiled, Mel stood behind you and hugged you, resting her head on your shoulder.

-"I want to hold her up after Barbara" - Janine commented excitedly and Ava laughed

-"I don't know if Janine is going to hold the baby or if the baby is going to hold her, they're about the same height" - Ava joked and then walked over to the baby and Barbara-"I want to hold her too" - She whispered, smiling as she watched the baby grab her finger.

Your wife kissed your cheek and continued to watch as everyone talked to little Bella, suddenly your family had grown much more than for the baby's arrival, all your friends were now uncles and guardians of the little girl, now they were all officially part of the family.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Amplification: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: A deadly spread of Anthrax is going around infecting and killing people. One of your own is affected that completely tears your world into two. How will you over come this?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"Reid, what do you see in there?"

"I see cages filled with dead animals and signs of a struggle, probably before Dr. Nichols was murdered. There's a large desk with clutter all over the surface, but in the corner is a smaller desk. It's organized and functional."

"Two different workspaces?" Derek asks.

"I found a notebook with two sets of handwriting. I'm looking at instructions on how to boil lab-grade broth, sterilize lab equipment, and transfer spores. Nichols would know all that. He has a partner, maybe even a protege. Go back to the BAU and try to figure out who this partner is."

Derek looks over at you to see you with your hand on your chest. It hurts so fucking much right now.

"Hotch, why don't you go? We'll stay with Reid."

"Funnel all the information you get to me."

You look at the large shed and see Spencer walking inside through the windows. You place your thumb nail inside your mouth and begin nervously chewing on it. For a split second, you imagine what your life would be like without Spencer in it. How broken you'd be not seeing his face every day, not being able to feel his touch or lips, and not hearing his voice. Pain immediately spreads over your chest as black spots appear in your vision. It's getting hard to breathe at this point, and you bend over so that your head is by your knees.

"I can't do this, Derek," you panic. Dr. Linda arrives and puts on a suit to go inside to help Spencer. "Can't I do that? Can't I put a suit on?"

"No, you can't."

"Damn it!" you scream.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself but the pain in your chest is still there. Penelope calls Derek and Spencer at the same time so that they can talk to each other on the phone. He puts them both on speakerphone so you can hear the conversation.

"How's it going in there, kid?"

"I've seen better days."

"You got me, Y/N, and Garcia."

"Hey, Reid," Penelope says sadly.

"Can I talk to him?" you ask. Derek hands you the phone and you put it off speakerphone. You don't care if Penelope is on the other line. "I told you not to do something stupid."

"Well, if I die, you'd still be able to feel me," he tries to joke.

"This isn't funny," you sob. "If you die, I may as well be dead, too."

"Y/N..."

"You can't die. We're supposed to get married. I'm supposed to have your kids. We're supposed to grow old together. You can't leave me. I'm not ready. Please don't leave me," you sob.

Hearing you say that breaks his heart. Derek gently takes the phone from you so he can have a turn at speaking to Spencer. Penelope is crying from your words but she is silent as well.

"Derek, do me a favor," Spencer sniffles.

"Anything, kid."

"If I die, please take care of her. She's gonna need someone."

"Yeah, I promise." Derek places Spencer back on speakerphone. "Listen, Prentiss and Rossi don't think the partner was a coworker. Can you tell us anything else about him?"

"I've already been through everything."

"Come on, now, kid. I know you're not thinking straight, but the Reid I know wouldn't stop looking."

"Alright, alright." He coughs twice and two more tears roll down your cheeks. "I see a framed photograph of Dr. Nichols teaching. I see a... I see a binder with syllabi. It's for course assignments going all the way back to the 1970s."

"He kept a scrapbook of himself as a professor. That tells us that he values himself as an educator."

"A teacher," Spencer corrects. "I saw something earlier. I didn't--I didn't make a connection to it or to the partner, but he has a study on Anthrax. He has an annotated bibliography and a table of contents. It's formatted like a thesis and has writing in the margins in red ink like the way a teacher grades a paper. Now, Nichols wouldn't have let just anyone in here, but he may have opened his lab for educational purposes as a teacher."

"The partner must have appealed to him as a student."

"I can look up local Ph.D. students," Penelope says.

"Check for students in science like biochemistry and microbiology."

"Okay, I'm cross-checking with names of former employees or customers with grievances at the bookstore. Nothing, my doves."

"Listen to this. I have the partner's journal," Spencer coughs some more. "This country is woefully unprepared. Every household should have a two-month supply of Cipro. Hospitals are in need of bio-safety decontamination capabilities."

"That's verbatim to what we heard from Nichols. The partner has adopted Nichols' views as his own."

"The chapters are on setting up triage and mobile emergency rooms. I don't think this paper was written by a science student. It's about city preparedness and response."

"Garica, check with students in Social Studies like public policy and urban planning."

"I got a hit. I have Chad Brown, School of Public Policy at U of M. It matches Chad Brown who was a former employee at the bookstore."

"That's gotta be him."

"Totally. He's been in the doctoral program on and off for five years. He was slapped with a restraining order from his former girlfriend and has been arrested and released twice at protest rallies in DC. I'll tell Hotch," Penelope says and hangs up.

"Kid, you did really well. Now, get the hell out of there."

"Bye," Spencer coughs.

"Y/N, he's going to be okay. He's a smart kid."

"I'm not ready to lose him," you sniffle and look up at Derek.

"You're not going to lose him."

Spencer not only found who the partner is, but he also found the cure for the strain. Dr. Nichols had a cure locked into his inhaler just in case he was ever infected. With both of those things figured out, the biohazard team works on getting Spencer out of there. You and Derek rush over to the containment area where Spencer is getting hosed down with his clothes on. Derek calls Hotch to let him know what is going on.

"Yeah, they're hosing him down now. ... Alright." He hangs up. "They're checking out Brown's house."

"Go help Hotch."

"No. Hotch has plenty of people helping him."

"He needs you more than I do."

"Reid, we're gonna see you off to the hospital."

"I'm about to get naked so they can scrub me down. Is that something you really want to see?"

"Go with Hotch. I'll stay with him," you say. "I'll be with him."

"Fine, I'll check on you later. Take good care of him, please."

"You should go, too," Spencer coughs.

"No."

"Y/N, please," he sighs.

He feels embarrassed you're going to see him this way but you're not going to leave him alone. You leave the area and walk to the side of the tent. The hazmat person who is there stops you from going inside, but you're not about to let this stop you.

"I've been inside the house. I might have gotten a whiff of that Anthrax inside. I got to the door before Spencer was able to close it. Do you really want to risk me exposing it to more people? I need to be hosed down, too."

The person knows you're bullshitting him, but he allows you to go inside. You quickly remove your clothes and join Spencer's side. You grab his hand and he looks at you in shock.

"I told you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you."

"I'm glad you're here with me," he smiles genuinely.

The two of you get hosed down and are transported into an ambulance that is waiting. You grab his hand and hold it tightly. Linda jumps into the ambulance with you and the driver takes off. Spencer may have inhaled the Anthrax, but it got into his bloodstream when he got cut by the rose bush.

"How are you feeling, Dr. Reid?" Linda asks.

"My throat's a little dry, but other than that, I feel... Flee... Feel fin. I fleel fin."

The tears have not stopped rolling down your cheeks since Spencer locked himself into that room. He's not out of the woods just yet.

"Just hand in there, baby. You're going to be okay. I'm gonna take care of you," you sniffle and smooth his hair back.

"Drive faster," Dr. Linda says to the driver.

To perfect his poison, Chad is stuffing lightbulbs full of the substance. Lightbulbs have sensitive glass so that if you drop one from even a foot high, it'll shatter. He's obviously not in his house when the team gets there, but they have a feeling they know where he's headed to.

When Spencer gets to the hospital, they take him into surgery to flush out the Anthrax in his system, but he goes into respiratory distress. You're a mess in the waiting room since you can't go back there with them. You're sitting in one of the chairs with your head in your hands and praying that he'll be alright.

Hotch understands why you're not with the rest of the team, so he uses who he has to get to Chad before he releases another attack. Much like what you profiled, the bookstore and the park means something to Chad. The park is where he proposed to his girlfriend, and she said no. The bookstore is where he world to put himself through college. Both locations represent rejection to him.

Prentiss and Rossi found maps of the transit systems at his house, so he's either going to use the train to get somewhere to attack, or he's attacking the trains. Dr. Nichols wrote a classified study commissioned by the US Senate. It simulated a mock Anthrax attack on the DC train systems. Now, he emphasized the main line as the most vulnerable to an attack. It has forceful tunnel winds, the biggest crowds, and the highest mortality risk.

Chad is going to the one place that rejected him, Fort Detrick. Now, he can't possibly get inside and attack the people there, but he can attack the while they're on their way to work. It's why he's going after the train system. The closest train station to the Marc Train is Frederick, so that's where General Whitworth and the BAU team are heading.

They didn't want to alarm anyone and show up in gas masks, so they went in their normal outfits. Derek and Emily helped people get out of the station while Hotch, Rossi, and General Whitworth confronted Chad who had a bag full of Anthrax bombs. In order to get him to hand over the bombs is to make him believe that he's getting recognized for his efforts. If General Whitworth offers him a position in Fort Detrick, then Chad will be more likely to hand over his work.

Well, it worked but the General had Chad arrested instead of promoting him. With Chad out of the way, the BAU team heads over to the hospital where you're inside Spencer's room. You're sitting by his bed with his hand in yours while he continues to sleep. He hasn't woken up since they claim they've fixed him.

Derek walks in carefully with some jello in his hands.

"We got the guy."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," you sigh."

"You were needed here. How is he doing?"

"He hasn't woken up yet. What if I lost him?" you sigh sadly.

"Listen to me, Mama. You were the one to keep JJ's head on straight all day today. She didn't lose her son just like you're not going to lose Spencer. He's a tough kid. He's young and healthy, and you're right."

"About what?"

"You two have to get married. Do you really think he'd die without putting a ring on it?" he chuckles. For the first time in what feels like days, a smile spreads across your face. "There's that smile."

"Thanks, Derek."

The doctor comes in just as Spencer wakes up.

"You're eating jello?" he asks when he sees Derek's jello cup.

The relief you feel is too much to contain, so it comes out in tears. You put your head down on his arm and just cry silently.

"Hey, kid."

"Is there any more jello? What happened?"

"You're gonna be alright, kid. We got Brown. It's over."

"How's Abby?"

It's just like Spencer to be worried about someone else when he's the one who's hurt, too.

"She's on the mend and so are the other three. You were right about where to look for his cure."

"Why was Dr. Nichols making Anthrax in the first place?"

"He was a brain scientist downgraded to working on the flu. When Brown comes along asking for help on his thesis, he would have been more than happy to share his knowledge. There was no indication that Nichols had any idea what Brown was planning."

"His strain and its cure are getting locked up in containment at Fort Detrick with all the other bio-agents people don't know about," Linda informs.

"What else do they have locked up there?" Derek chuckles.

Both he and Dr. Linda leave the room to give you and Spencer some time alone. When the door opens, Spencer lifts his hand and runs his fingers through your hair.

"I'm okay, Y/N. Don't cry."

You take a deep breath and stand up to compose yourself.

"Never do that again. There was a moment, a very slim moment where I imagined what my life would have been like without you in it. A part of me died just thinking about it, and I'm not saying that lightly."

"If you're going to jump in front of a bullet to save me, I'm going to do whatever I can to save you." He moves the blankets away from his body and gestures for you to join him. "Come here."

You crawl into bed with him and hold him close. You place your ear over his heart so you can listen to the beat of it. Spencer is alive. Spencer is okay. Everything is going to be fine.

"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it." - Helen Keller

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[dj-bynum3718]

Newbie

Melissa Schemmenti X Reader 

Summary: Melissa finds out that the reader is Italian also. 

Words: 604 

Notes: this is my first go at a fic, but it’s been bouncing in my head for a couple of days.so it is short and sweet I might continue if y’all think this is any good 

Warings: none  

You have been a teacher at Abbot Elementary since the beginning of this school year, a new 1st grade teacher. You were a first-year teacher after finishing up your student teaching at another district the previous year and after a long search you ended up hired here, the students were your run of the mill kiddos no harder than any other kids and you loved your class. Your coworkers, however, ... anything but especially a certain elusive red head. From day one Melissa made it clear to you that she had no interest in “baby sitting” so you simply kept to yourself eating at one of the couches instead and taking over the coffee table to grade occasionally.  

This afternoon, however, was different when Janine called out to you. “And what about you (y/n)?” “Wait what was the question?” you ask clearly not used to being part of the conversation. “See this is what I'm talking about these new teachers don’t take this seriously” Melissa speaks to the whole room while making direct eye contact with yourself.  

“I’d hardly consider that fair Ms. Schemmenti, I wasn’t a part of this conversation previously how was I supposed to know that I needed to listen in” she rolls her eyes at you as Janine tries again. “I was asking how your class was handling the family tree projects” you nod in response “great I've reached out to the parents to get ahold of pictures for their posters. The kids are all excited! Are any of you going to be making a poster as well?”  

“Oh yes my students were very insistent on me participating” Barbara responds to you as the rest simply nod in response. “Well, I look forward to seeing all of your trees” you say gathering all your belongings heading back to your classroom for the second half of your day. 

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It wasn’t until all the posters were finished and put up along the hallways outside of the respective classrooms that Melissa came into the staff room addressing you first. 

“You’re Italian?” you look up from where you were grading in your normal spot. “yes?” you respond not seeing the issue. “why didn’t you say anything?” you look up at her deadpan “You didn’t ask” looking back down to finish your grading. She huffs out “but your last name is (L/N)!” she is clearly distraught by this, but you don’t look up this time simply nodding your head.  

By this time Babra is snickering at her friend. You have a smirk on your face now looking up over your glasses, “would it have changed anything if I did tell you? If I remember correctly you didn’t want anything to do with me when I got here.” “yes, it would have changed a lot!” she moves her bag come sit with us it's about time I have someone to back me up on some things” she chuckles you hesitate before deciding you have nothing to lose as you sit with them. “Fine but just for today.”  

It was in fact not just for that day and became a regular occurrence, especially when she realized just how pleasant your company was and just how much of an old soul you were. That began a beautiful friendship that none of the others quite understood but it made sense to the two of you and that is what mattered. 

[moccahobi]

Tangled Mess: The Beginning

Summary: taking a break in his local park doesn’t go as plan when he witnesses a seemingly sudden breakup

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 648 words

Masterlist >> Next Part

Soulmates were something Hoseok hated thinking about. As a kid, he always wondered why there were red strings attached to everyone's pinkies, pulling them away from their lives. He'd watch as his parents lovingly weave around each other while cooking, their strings tangling together as they tried to lead his parents in different directions. 

He was confused when he saw his math teacher and literature teacher had connected strings and felt sick when he learned the red strings connected you with your soulmate. His math teacher was married to someone other than his English teacher. They never dated but Hoseok always wondered why they were connected and what it might possibly mean.

His parents weren't married to their soulmates. 

His friends never dated their soulmates. 

It seemed like he alone knew who were soulmates and who weren’t. But most of all, it almost didn't seem to matter. His parents were happy and by the time he reached grad school, he knew of many friends who were happily engaged to people who weren't their soulmates. He barely knew two couples who were dating their soulmate.

The one soulmate pair he found was Taehyung and Jimin who were attached at the hip. Their love was a love Hoseok yearned for. They seemed to know what the other needed and were there before anyone needed to call. 

There were too many nights spent up replaying Taehyung and Jimin’s interactions, wondering if all the soulmateless love he sees is faulty. 

He'd never felt that way about anyone before. Given he only dated once after giving up on finding his soulmate. It was a sweet relationship and Hoseok might’ve been able to get comfortable in it… if it wasn’t for that little red string leading him away… and his partner’s red string. 

Shaking his head, Hoseok looks around the park. It’s the closest park to his apartment and after long days stuck in the library, Hoseok needs the crisp winter air to smack some sense into him. Grad school is grueling and the only thing that kept him going most days was the dogs in this park. 

“Excuse me!” Someone ran up to him, eyes shining and smile larger than probably humanly possible. They look happy and their joy makes Hoseok feel a bit better, “Do you think you could take a photo of my girlfriend and I?” 

Hoseok nods, grabbing their phone and waiting for them to run back to their girlfriend. She has a big scowl on her face, her red string tugging her away but Hoseok pays little mind. Strangers are of little importance to him and not everyone is made for cold weather. 

The person who asked Hoseok is smiling big, posing with their girlfriend and kissing her cheek all cutely, their red string trailing limply towards where they were earlier. 

Hoseok doesn’t hear what they’re talking about as he snaps away at photos… until it’s too late. The person now looks absolutely crestfallen, eyes shining with tears as the girlfriend walks away quickly. 

Pocketing their phone, Hoseok rushes forward to make sure they’re physically ok. 

They are. 

Just emotionally destroyed. 

After helping them to the closest bench, Hoseok somehow figures out that their girlfriend chose that as the perfect time to break up. Wanting to comfort them (and having no idea of what to do), he slowly pats their shoulder. 

Loud sobs break from them (other people stare worriedly) and they pull Hoseok into a bone crushing hug. He waffles, not sure what to do, his red string is tugging him backwards, but he doesn’t listen and stays put. 

He tries to hug them as tightly, to communicate somehow they would be ok. 

Eventually he finds himself at a convenience store with them as they inhale ramen, Hoseok frozen in place as the steam from his ramen envelops his face. 

His red string was tugging Hoseok towards them. 

[cluelylikesporn]

okay exam update cuz im actually really pissed off.

so im autistic + adhd, and only been diagnosed relatively recently, so i havent really been getting assistance until now. (autism diagnosis last year, adhd 2 years ago.)

my last exam was (still is) this period, and im going home once i finish it. one of my other exams i was sent to special ed (it’s called different things in australia and other schools but i dont wanna get doxxed) and the chick helping me (we’ll call her charlie) told me she couldnt even read the questions out to me… like i legit get more help in my normal exam conditions.

she told me WHILE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK “i think i know why your so upset, because you know you dont listen in class and just sleep and draw on your hand.” cunt, what..?

HOW ARE YOU WORKING WITH NEURODIVERGENT KIDS..?

i literally have spent my whole life wondering why i cant listen in class and hearing “just reread it.” or “your not listening hard enough.” is so fucking tiring. maybe explain it? she refused to help me because i “wasnt approved” to have a helper

the school knows im autistic so why do i have to be approved to get the help i need? like you dont have to make up all these forms and files. you have teachers who can help me literally in the building who could help me but you refuse.

okok i got rlly off topic but tldr on what happened today:

my teacher sent me to the special ed area to do my exam (last time he did they told me to go back) also shout out to my english teacher hes a legend. he gave me my sheet, i took a ritalin, said bye to the people i liked and left. (i used to take ritalin daily but now i jst take it to focus better in exams and shit)

i went to se and saw a couple kids i knew. one i hated and didnt know why he was there, one who has some mental problems so i understood why he was there. hes a sweetie. and some chick i knew who broke her wrist and had to write on a laptop.

so one by one they were assigned a teacher who would sit with them and help them/ read out questions and then the lady said “oh chloe your not supposed to be here, you have to go back to class.”

are you fucking kidding me.

i completely understand its not her or my teachers fault im not meant to be there, but im allowed to be a little frustrated. i asked why i kept getting sent here and why i couldn’t get help.

same shit about documents and boring stuff.

keep in mind i get ndis funding so i thought that would impact my education experience but nope, literally nothing. i also understand there could be things my mum hasnt done and that’s completely ok she has her own life, but also THE SCHOOL KNOWS IM AUTISTIC. that should be enough. its like i only get the help if i start ditching class and become an eshay or some shit like i shouldnt have to become a troubled kid to get help.

so the lady said my only benefit i even got from the school is like 5 minutes extra time. and she told me i could either go back to class or do my exam here( which means i could get no help/ questions read to me.)

ngl this was dumb of me but i said ok bc i didnt want to go back to class after saying bye to everyone😭

so i sat there with one airpod in, a pen that didnt fucking work, the only help i could get was eavesdropping on what the assistant teachers were saying but they were so quiet. i did manage to write some stuff but it was pretty fucking stressful. i couldnt stop thinking about what charlie said (the lady helping me with my maths the week before.)

this may sound super dumb but i saw a crow fly onto a table outside and i felt like it was watching over me. like it was looking right at me. it made me feel a bit better and i got some work done.

it wouldve been fine if those fucking assistant teachers didnt keep giving me pitiful looks like bro. i know im fucked.

anyway i finished my exam (barely) and went to the bathroom to tell my friend ab what happened, caught a bus home and am about to play dbd 😾

sorry for the long post im jst so pissed😭 but ily guys and ill post i swear🙏

song of the day:

[musekicker]

Teenage Mira and the talk of driving. ((Might write another drabble later one with this thought in mind.))

It was early afternoon. Or as Mira was thinking it, a good time for a snack. She was searching for said snack when both her fathers entered the kitchen as well.

"Oh there you are, Mira. Good, we wanted to talk to you?" Gibson said.

Mira took her gaze away from the fridge.

"This isn't a bad talk to me thing is it?' she asked.

"Not at all." Gibson said.

"Your birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks." Otto said. "What do you want?"

Normally shopping for birthday presents for Mira wasn't too hard. Mira had a variety of interests. She had the habit of getting comfortable in almost any hobby she tried. It seemed to fit in with her shape shifting powers almost if one thought about it.

But soon to be sixteen, Mira's main wish for this birthday was a lot different from what she would usually ask for. Mira herself knew this. And she hesitated just a bit before she told her parents what she mainly wanted.

"I want a hover van." Mira said. "I don't mind if I have to fix it up a bit or anything. Should be easy enough for me to fix."

Gibson and Otto looked to each other. That silent way of parents communicating that this was not something to just say yes or no to. A conversation was required.

"You don't even know how to drive." Otto said.

"Yes I do." Mira said.

Gibson frowned.

"How exactly do you know how to drive?" Gibson asked.

Mira stopped her search for snacks completely at that question. Only now realizing that maybe this had not been the thing she should had admitted to so easily.

"Ummm.. video games?" Mira tried.

"If you can drive like you do in videos games then everyone's in trouble." Otto said.

"That doesn't count. The video gives you points for hitting some things. So if anything I'm a excellent driver by that logic." Mira said.

Otto thought about that second before nodding.

"Good point."

"Otto!" Gibson cried.

"What? She made a good point." Otto said.

"But the point here is that she knows how to do any driving. Because I certainly didn't teach her. And I would think you would had asked me about it if it had been you." Gibson said.

Otto nodded, now looking just a bit more concerned thinking more on this topic.

"I didn't teach her either." Otto said.

Mira was now a lot less interested in looking for a snack. Now she was much more interested in getting out of the kitchen and this conversation. But not even her shape shifting powers would get her out of this one.

"I swear Mira, If we find out this was another thing you picked up from online videos-" Gibson said.

"What? No! It.. please promise you won't be mad?" Mira said.

Gibson crossed his arms.

"I dare say it's a bit too late for that." Gibson said.

Mira knew she was at least grounded. Her only hope for a shorter grounding time was selling out her driving teacher.

Not long after, Mira ran by Sprx, speaking quickly as she did.

"I sold you out, Sprx. It was nice knowing you." Mira said.

Sprx was too blind sided by the quick and sudden comment to even get a response out. Not before Gibson and Otto arrived on the scene. The look Gibson gave Sprx could be classified as deadly. Sprx put up his hands in a placating manner. And perhaps also as a way to defend himself if Gibson was angry enough.

"I don't know what I did this time." Sprx said. "But it really looks like it's something that pissed you off."

"Why did you think it was okay to teach our daughter to drive behind our backs!?" Gibson cried.

Finally able to understand the source of why both parents were upset with him, Sprx was able to come up with a actual reply. Though he kept his hands up.

"I only taught her some basics." Sprx said. "And I never let her drive anything alone. I even told her never to drive on her own. Mira's a good kid so I'm pretty sure she listened to that."

Gibson was not appeased by this explanation. He was still very angry if the glare and the yelling that followed was any indication.

"Why did you teach her at all?" Otto asked.

"With how often trouble shows up? I thought it be a good idea she had some driving skills. Enough to get away or look for some help if she needs to. That sort of thing." Sprx said.

Gibson was still upset. And Otto was still frowning. But the explanation must had made sense logically to them both too because Sprx was no longer feeling like he had to keep his hands up.

"That.. that is a good point I suppose." Gibson said. "Though I would rather had you teach your own children driving skills."

Sprx let out a small bark of laughter.

"With Blaze and Quasar? I'm waiting longer on that idea with them. Both of them get into too much trouble for me or Nova to be comfortable with the idea of either of them having any driving skills right now." Sprx said.

Now that Sprx pointed it out, Gibson could see the logic in that too. Gibson sighed, now not quite not angry but less upset then he has been moments ago.

"Another good point. Just do us a favor and leave the rest of the driving teaching to one of us thank you very much." Gibson said. "And do not teach Cooper how to drive. We'll take care of that when he's old enough too."

"Understood." Sprx said.

"Does this mean we are getting Mira a van? Because I can think of a few good places to get one." Otto said.

That was a longer conversation between Otto and Gibson.

[impyssadobsessions]

Raising Phantom Chpt 4

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Danny kicked his feet as they dangled off the chair that was too tall for him, staring down to watch. He was stuck in principal's-well vice principal's office. Something he unfortunately knew well despite TRYING to be on his best behavior. Trying used loosely. Honestly just reminds him of the one on one with his vice principal and teacher back in Amity Park. Even the man in front of him gave off similar vibes. Only difference he was into history instead of literature. Danny eyeing the replica of the titanic. Not that different. The man of course looked different too. He had darker skin, hair shaven down and graying, wore a plain dress shirt and tie. His voice was deep as he spoke, his hands clasped together as they rested on the desk. “Danny, you're not in trouble.” Danny raised a brow, “Considering the tone of your voice and the fact that all the other times you said that, you called Ja-my mom.” The man sighed, reaching to fix his name plate on his desk. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but probably was something to fuss with while thinking about what to say. The name plate read Mr. Harpoon. “Danny, are you bored in class?” Danny narrowed his eyes, trying to see what the man was getting at. “What kid isn't?”

“I think if you asked, you would find several students that enjoy learning, and get excitement from school.” “Think I'll pass. I hang out with my mom enough, thank you. I don't need someone else around excited by school.” Danny staring back at his feet. He heard Mr. Harpoon sigh again. “I mean, do you ever feel like you already know what the teacher is teaching?” Danny glanced up at the man, eyeing him. He didn't respond, but in his head he was thinking Duh. Mr. Harpoon didn't know that though. Mr. Harpoon nodded, trying to think of his words carefully before speaking again. “Danny. Children are much like plants. They need the right conditions and care to grow.” He paused looking at Danny to see if he was listening. Danny was pretending that he wasn't as he played with the cuff of his jacket. “Some plants grow slower than others, so they need more patience and care. Taking a while to outgrow their pot, while others. They outgrow it faster than expected.” Mr. Harpoon kept taking pauses to make sure Danny could seep in what he was hinting at. Danny  just wanted this to be over. He hated one on one talks. “Danny. Do you know what you need to do when a plant outgrow its pot?” Danny lazily looked at Mr. Harpoon with disinterest. He gave no reply, but apparently lifting his eyes was enough for the man. “They need to be replanted into a space where they have more room to grow. Danny, I think our classroom is too small for your roots.” “A. I don't have roots. B. I'm like four feet.” Danny had to pull out his sass. “Of course.” Mr. Harpoon smirked amused, “But that was figuratively. Danny. I do not believe our Third grade curriculum is right for you. In fact, nor do I think our fourth grade or even fifth grade is. Your a smart kid, and deserve to be place in a grade that challenges you. To seek your full potential.” “Soooo, why are you telling me this and not.. my mom?” Danny had to pause to catch himself from accidentally trying to say Jazz again. “Because I want it to be your choice Danny. And I've talked enough times with Ms. Nightingale that I do believe she want to see what you've decided to do. So this will be your decision.” Mr. Harpoon giving Danny a pack of papers. Forms. “This is for your mother.” “I thought you just said its my decision.” “It is. It is your decision to give her the papers or not.” Mr. Harpoon smiled. Danny furrowed his brows and then glanced at the paper. He suggested Danny switch to fifth grade in the letter that came with the form. Though it also suggest Danny could do better in higher grades, but address concerns that he would develop a lack of social skills. Thus willing to work with school board, whatever they decide. Danny raised a brow back at Mr. Harpoon. Danny silently thought on it. It would be nice to skip a few grades. Jazz had offered to home school him, but he didn't want to add to her stress, so he took public school. As much as he hated it. It did give him an idea of how he was “suppose” to act, not that he ever acted his age. Either age. It was so confusing sometimes. “You don't have to decide today, though I would prefer an answer before November rolls in. I'll remind you along the way. I think it would help to make school a better experience for you.” Danny doubted that. He stared at Mr. Harpoon then glanced at the papers before stuffing them into his backpack. Ignoring the smile he saw pull on Mr. Harpoon's face out the corner of his eye. “So, Can I go back to class?” Danny asked, not that he cared to. “Of course-oh! But come back and see me during recess. I think Mrs. Staff didn't appreciate your last homework assignment.” Mr. Harpoon pulling out the offending worksheet. Danny groaned, “I knew it. I WAS in trouble. I didn't do anything wrong! I answered everything correctly!” “No, but she felt that your work was.. rude and thus would like you to redo it.” Danny frowned, “Why I have to redo something that's correct?” “If you can argue why this wasn't a passive attempt to be rude to your teacher at recess, then I'll see what I can do.” Mr. Harpoon smiled, handing the paper over to Danny so he may think it over. Danny glared, snatching the homework Jazz helped him find ways to call his teacher out with. Challenge accepted. He shoved the worksheet into his backpack too, then hopped out of the chair to return to Mrs. Staff infection's classroom. ---owo--- Jason wasn't being paranoid. He wasn't stalking either. He just wanted to check out a book. Definitely wasn't there to scout out the Mother and son in person. However, he couldn't say the same for the others. “Copyright, what you doing here?” Jason walked up to Tim, both of them standing outside the library steps in their civilian wear. “Same thing as you, looks like.” Tim was in a blue jacket with a box of donuts in hand. “Timmy's checking out a book? Remember just because your rich doesn't mean you should coffee stain their books.” Tim rolled his eyes. “That wasn't even my fault.” “It was your coffee.” “Alfred knocked it over!” (the cat) “Still?! Who the Hell falls asleep drinking coffee?!” “I hadn't taken a sip yet, obviously!” Tim huffed. “You should have just went to bed.” Jason glancing at the box of donuts, thinking about stealing one. “What's that for?” “Conversation starter. What were you planning?” Tim held up the box and checked it over before glancing back at Jason. “I wasn't planning anything.” Jason moved to walk up the stairs. Tim frowned, as he followed him up the stairs. Jazz was stacking sheets of paper for this months events as well as advertise near by family friendly events, when the door chimed. She glanced up at the two men walking in. “Hello-oh sorry sir, no food in the library.” Jason just snickered as Tim jolted. Tim put the box on the counter, “These were for you and Babs.” “Oh! Thank you. Does that mean you two are Dick's brothers?” Jazz had a rough understanding. Dick did talk about his siblings and Barbara mentioned them too. “Nope.” Jason turned and walked on into the row of bookshelves, hands into his pockets. Tim shook his head at Jason, then looked back at Jazz with an awkward smile. “That's Jason. He's not much about family. We're working on it. I'm Tim Drake.” “Its a pleasure to meet you, I'm Jasmine Nightingale. Please call me Jazz.” Jazz smiled. Tim reminded her of Danny, older Danny. Though he had more muscle mass, Danny never put on any despite being able to lift a bus. Something about ghosts negating gravity and not needing muscle. Even now Danny could easily lift the couch one handed. Made vacuuming easier. “So were you just trying to sweeten me up or did you need Barbara?” Jazz winked playfully, joking. Jason's snort was heard from the bookshelves as Tim flustered about. “No. I wasn't trying-” “I was teasing you.” Jazz smiled. “You remind me a lot of my s-brother. He use to try and bribe me with sweets.” If Danny had a way to buy it, he still probably would. She saw him looking a cookbook specifically on desserts the other day. “oh. You have a brother?” “Had.” Jazz stressed a smile. Even though she's happy how things turned out, it still was a sad thought. Danny lost his life, twice, in a weird sense. He had lost his normal life at fourteen and his teenage one at fifteen almost sixteen.  Third times a charm as they say. “He would butter me up with sweets as an awkward conversation starter. The ol' I messed up and don't want a lecture so please just listen.” She chuckled, hoping she didn't make Tim feel too awkward. Tim did not expect that information first thing. That just threw wood on the fire of theories the family chat minus Bruce were coming up with. “Oh. I'm.. sorry?” “No no. I'm sorry for bringing it up, I didn't mean to make you feel awkward.” Jazz scratched at her head out of embarrassment. Trying to shift it. “No Its fine. Uh- sooo you lived here long?” Tim tried to shift the subject. He already knew, but it was a good way to shift the tone. “Four years. I'm guessing I don't have an accent yet.” “No you don't. Also a lot cheerier than anyone we see who live in Gotham besides like Dick.” “A smile a day helps keep positive outlook on life. I haven't taught Danny that, yet.” Jazz chuckled as she set aside the papers she was working on. “Your...” Tim feigning that he didn't know who she was talking about. “Son.” Jazz smiled. “Ah. Babs said you two make library interesting.” “Runs in the family I suppose. I never known a boring day in my life.” Jazz chuckled. “Choosing Gotham didn't help.” Tim pointed out, mind swirling what Jazz meant. Did she mean her parents? Or just her and Danny? Or her dead brother he just found out about. Suppose it made sense if it was the later. He had to of died of something. “Nope, but at least everyone experience some excitement here. Its easier to relate.” Jazz stood up with a stretch. “Yeah, You can find at least one person that's been held hostage or got delayed by some rogue's antics.” Tim sending a slight glare at Jason's way for the held hostage thing. Jason was just ignoring him, pretending he was looking at a book. Jazz took the box of donuts, eyes following Tim's for a moment. “Exactly. Its nothing news worthy. Where I was from, it was hard not to end up on the weather forecast.” “Weather forecast?” “Yeah, our weatherman was often the in field newscaster.” “That small of a town?” “No, I think it was their way to cheap out of hiring more people.” Jazz shifted the box, “I'll take these into the break room. Barbara is back there, if you want to come back.” “No, I was just dropping it off, tell her I said hi. Nice meeting you.” Tim shoving his hands into his jacket. Babs didn't know he was coming, so he did not want to be here when she found out. “Okie dokie. Bye Tim.” Jazz turned to leave with the donuts. Tim turned, giving a short wave, to make it look like he was leaving. Instead, he stopped and glanced back to see if Jason was still in view. He wasn't. Tim shook his head and left. So theory of their parents being some kind of villains was still on the table, or strange scientist. Maybe her brother was some kind of dare devil. A town polluted by governmental experiments? Babs had banned anyone looking it up without a good reason. So, weirdly, it had become a game of who can figure out their past without breaking the ban. --- owo ---- Danny hated Mrs. Staff. He strongly declared as he hopped off the school bus as it dropped him off in front of the library. He shuffled his backpack on his shoulders and stomped up the stairs. He DID manage to argue why he didn't have to redo the homework, but he still had to complete worksheets meant for home during recess over the next few days because she didn't believe he was capable of writing it. As if dictionary wasn't a thing. Its fine. He didn't need recess, but he hated being in her class any longer than necessary. At least, he wouldn't be stuck with her. That was a blessing. He would have been too tempted to scare her out of the school. The door chimed as Danny stomped his way through the door. “Hey Danny.” Jazz greeted, gently grabbing the door then letting it fall shut after Danny. She had been watching from the windows, preparing to make sure his anger didn't accidentally break anything. She could tell by how he hopped out of the bus that he had a rough day. “How was school?” she asked, knowing it wasn't good. “Fine! Mrs. Staff got a pole up her-” “Danny!” “........She got me in trouble for the homework assignment I did before the weekend. Then after I successfully argued why I didn't have to redo it, now I have to sit in during recess to do homework. Because now she thinks YOU did it.” “Oof.” Jazz bit her lip trying not to say what she was thinking, but she did agree with Danny. “Told you to rephrase it.” “sh-...” Danny glanced around, Babs was watching them out the corner of her eye, as Danny made his way around the counter. Right. That was rude to say to your.. mom. Danny just tossed his backpack next to the chair that he had claimed since day one, and crossed his arms, glaring at it. Jazz smiled sympathetically, putting her hands gently on Danny's shoulders and giving him a light peck on the head. Danny reluctantly relaxed his shoulders at the touch, sighing. It was a gesture to try to calm him, while at the same time to warn him about his temper. “Its okay, Danny. I can go talk to your principal and teacher.” “No, its fine. I don't do anything at recess.” Danny huffed, not wanting to put more on Jazz's plate. They were already booked with Vlad's stuff, plus her regular schedule. “Danny, you don't have to go through anything you don't want to. I can always pull you out of school too. Home school is still an option.” Jazz offered anytime Danny was having a hard time with school. “No. I'm fine.” Danny muttered again as he flopped down into his seat. The only good thing, he doesn't have homework for the rest of the week. He crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down. Jazz sighed, twirling her hair with her finger as she thought for a moment. She still was thinking about giving them a phone call tomorrow. She glanced at the counter where she had something wrapped up in paper towel. She walked over to grab it, then placed it in front of Danny. Ruffling his hair, she smiled. “Well, thankfully I saved this one for you. They dropped some off earlier.” Danny raised his head slightly, glancing at the paper towel that held something that smelled sweet. He sat up to unravel it, raising a brow. “...........Did Dick bring these?-” “Nope. One of his brothers, Timmy, did this time. He's in a healthy relationship with someone else if you were worried about your Mom.” Babs winked. Danny blinked, glancing back at Jazz who nodded. He glanced back down at the donut and took a giant bite out of it. He hummed at the sweetness. “Thank you.” “You'll have to thank Tim when you meet him.” Jazz smiled as she brushed her fingers through Danny's hair again. “It'll only be a matter of time before they all be dropping in.” Barbara chuckled. Danny just hummed a response as he ate. He was slowly cooling off, as he focused on the sugary treat. It definitely helped. He still was mad, and even wanted to cry. Curse tiny body, he so frustrated. It wasn't anything to cry over. Jazz would just take him out, but he wanted to stick with it. Give her some time to herself.. and some to him-self.. even if its in a building with a bunch of actual kids and annoying adults... wait, was he an actual kid? He wasn't an adult when he got turned back. Ugh, his head was starting to hurt again. He took another big bite of the donut, sniffling a bit as he sat up. He refused to look at the two women, knowing they were sympathizing with him. He could hear Babs whisper to Jazz, as if he couldn't hear them. Jazz knew though. Or at least he thinks so. Sometimes he thinks she forgets. He wish he could. Danny furrowed his brows, as he glanced down at his chest. Speaking of, he wasn't just cooling off. His insides felt freezing, almost like heart burn but cold. Danny's eyes widened as he glanced around, the draw of his blood giving him a direction to look. It wasn't cold enough where his breath would show, but he felt the icy pull regardless. It was the same feeling Red Hood gave off. Danny stared at the balcony of the library, somewhere up there. He glanced back down at his donut, before wrapping it up back into the paper towel. He sucked the glaze off his fingers and lips, pushing himself out of the chair. “Where you going Danny?” Jazz noticing something was up. Danny stared at her and Babs for a moment then pointed towards the bathroom. “Bathroom.” then left before Jazz could suspect anymore. She probably did, by the narrowing of her eyes. He could also hear them speak as he disappeared among the bookshelves. “That seemed a little odd.” Babs stated with a chuckle. “As long as he doesn't leave the building, its fine. I hope.” Jazz stated more so as a warning for Danny. He was done with Mrs. hitting stick. If he wanted to terrorize her, he rather do it at school. No, he wanted to follow the source of the unusual chilling sensation. He rubbed his hands on his pants as they still felt a little sticky, as he moved towards the stairs. He glanced to make sure he wasn't in view before climbing them up. Silently, he sneaked around the corners of the shelves. He passed a couple making out at the top, and faked gagged at them, then continued on, keeping close to the shelves not wanting to be seen. He could have went invisible, but if this is who he thought it was. Then it would just reveal more about Danny then it would of the man. Jason was leaning against a table, hidden in the upper part of the library. He got himself lost in a novel. His white streaks of hair curling in front of his face a bit as he read the book in hand. It wasn't until the strange pulsing in his veins, that he was pulled out of the book. It was moving towards a direction. It felt much like a heart beat, but the pulse was traveling to a certain direction then repeating the path. Jason glanced up, ready to fight an run if necessary. He eyed the area to see if anything was amiss- when he spotted a pair of icy blue eyes that almost looked like they glowed in the shade of the bookshelves. It was from a small, probably child form as they quickly ducked back behind the bookshelf. He stood there for a moment watching the spot. He could still feel their presence. Or he assumed. Either way something was telling him they were still there. Jason glanced around his surroundings, then pretended to go back to reading, but kept a visual out of the corner of his eye. They peered around again, those cold blue eyes. They were watching. Jason kept pretending, he didn't notice them, even turning pages of the book. He memorized which page he was on, not that it mattered. He probably check out the book and re-read it from the beginning. The eyes stayed on him, but from what he could tell, they weren't malicious. Just eerie, and felt familiar. Danny? He could make out the hair and small form. His mother seemed normal, why did her child feel eerie. She did mention strange things happen to them. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what, now. “You know, staring is rude kid.” Jason making his glance towards Danny more visible. Danny flinched behind the bookcase for a moment, then peaked out again. He seemed like he was debating on what to say. Jason got a clearer view of him, and immediately felt dumb for feeling so on edge by the tiny child. Supposedly he was eight, almost nine. He was tiny, especially by hiding behind the bookcase. Jason had to keep from snorting as he remembered the kid stating that he could have taken out those muggers on his own. “Want to know what I'm reading?” Jason offered an invitation for the small boy to come over. Danny frowned, “ I can see the title from here.” “Percy Jackson doesn't really give out much information about the story though, does it?” Danny glanced at the book then at Jason. He glanced towards the banister, that peers over the library. He glanced back at Jason, before walking up slowly. “You're not a creep are you?” “Your the one stalking me. If anyone's creepy, its you kid.” Danny snorted, “Fair.”   Jason pulled out the seat next to him, turning it around so Danny could hop on the table next to him. Jason flicked it back to the beginning, as Danny climbed up and sat on the table edge. Jason knelt down a little and started talking about what he was reading, even began reading some of it softly to Danny when it seemed like his interest was peaked. – Jazz glanced at the clock. It had been an hour since Danny “went to the bathroom.” And she was NOT freaking out. Ok, maybe she was a little bit as she bounced her legged nervously. Honestly, she was surprised she was able to keep from freaking out sooner, but she wanted to give Danny his space. She hopped up from her spot, taking some books to put back on the shelf telling Babs, she's going to check on Danny. Babs nodded as she help checked out some books for teenagers. Jazz swiftly turned and made a bee line straight for the bathrooms to check to see if Danny was there. The door to the men's was locked so she knocked. Only to here a young man's voice, hollering occupied. “Sorry.” Jazz turned and quickly walked through the aisles of books, peering through each one for a sign of Danny. “I swear if you're invisible you're in so much trouble little man.” She muttered under her breath as she turned to climb up the stairs. She vocally gagged as she noticed the teenagers that were making out and getting very handsy. Girl's shirt was over her bra. She cleared her throat, glaring at them. “This is a public library. Not a secret make out place. What you do without your parents notice is none of my business but it is not allowed here. Please leave.” She stood with her hands on her hips. “Who made you boss?” The guy huffed as the girl was hurrying to pull her shirt down. “I may not be the boss, but I am an employee. One with a young child that stays here with me.” “Is that how you got pregnant then?” Guy snorted, eyeing her down. The girl smacking his arm for saying something so rude as she pushed herself up. “Leave.” Jazz glared, a slight shine of her eyes sending chills into the teenagers. They quickly packed their stuff and headed down the stairs. Jazz could hear the girl cursing the guy for trying to pick a fight with the librarian. “Obviously someone who isn't from Gotham have to be crazier than inmates in Arkham to live here and you want to pick a fight?!” “She looked like a push over!” “God your dumb Tom!” Jazz rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. She was not in the mood. She turned with a huff. She continued on her search, a frown stretched on her face showing irritation as her anxiety grew. She heard a voice reading aloud, that caught her attention as she slowed her steps, trying not to scare off anyone. Then she heard a small voice, which made her shoulders fall with relief. She quicken her pace again and slowly peered around the bookshelf. She felt her heart skip a beat when she looked at the scene. Jason, the man Tim named earlier was reading to Danny. They were both sitting and half sitting on the table. Danny's feet in the chair as Jason leaned over with the book in front of them. Danny was making jokes and asking questions, derailing the conversation off the book more than once. Jason was making jokes and chatting back, able to eventually get the conversation back onto the book. Jazz smiled, looking at how cute the scene was. She wish she grabbed her phone. Jason glanced at her, making her jump. “Staring at a distance must be a family trait.” he joked. Danny noticed Jazz and then rubbed back of his neck, as he stared down at his kicking feet. Guilt of being caught.  Jazz smiled, glancing back at Jason. “Sorry, I just got worried. Danny said he was going to the bathroom.” she glanced back at Danny with a raised brow. “I did.” Not. Jazz just was relieved Danny was up here, though it was odd he was hanging out with a stranger. She definitely was going to give him a refresher lecture when they get home. Especially about not telling her where he is. “Tyke looked curious at what I was reading, so I shared. Sorry.” Jason ruffling Danny's hair. Danny hissed, “Its Danny.” “No, don't be. That was very sweet of you, Jason was it?” Jazz smiled. “Yeah,” Jason glancing off to the side, embarrassed. “Its nothing.” Danny squinted his eyes glancing between them too. Jazz smiled, “Even so, most would just tell an annoying kid to run off.” “Hey!” “Danny, I love you, but we both know your notorious for purposely getting on people's nerves.” Jazz chuckled. Danny stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms. “Great faith you have in your child, MOM.” “I just know my kid.” Jazz reaching over to pinch Danny's cheek teasingly. He hissed pushing her hand away. “It wasn't bad. My little brother does the same thing, though its more to look up dirt on me than anything else. Got him to read pride and prejudice.” Jason grinned. “Oh really? Sounds like you got experience.” Jazz chuckled. Jason shrugged, “Not really. I just like to share books.” Danny squinted his eyes again, staring at them suspiciously. “Well, perhaps teach me on day. Its usually so hard to get Danny to read.” “No its not. I just don't like your books.” Danny huffed leaning back. “Fair.” Jazz couldn't blame him, they did have different tastes. If it wasn't a factual book about space, she didn't know what Danny like to read. Even space themed things seem to not excite him much anymore. Not many things did. He was often depressed now a days, she did try her best to help. Jason shrugged, “Usually just knowing an audience. I know how the little demon brat is.. my brother, so its not too hard to guess.” Jazz nodded with a hum, maybe she wasn't taking enough noticed in little things. Maybe she was just too keen on old Danny was.. Danny did show interest in Grey Ghost. Perhaps he needs more material focused on powerful kids. She glanced at the book, maybe that's why he was interested in it. “Thank you. Oh, I guess I better put these up.” She remembered she grabbed books to put up. “Be good, Danny.” “No promises.” Jazz shook her head, then waved to Jason as she turned to find out where these books went. A smile back on her face as her worries had been washed away. She still wished she got a picture. Danny glanced back at Jason once Jazz was out of ear shot. “....You're not going to try and date my mom, are you?” “Little early for the shovel talk, ain't it?” Jason grinned at the spunk of this kid. “Never too early.” “Nah, kid.” Jason snorted ruffling Danny's hair. “Danny!” He hissed.

“I'm not interested in dating. My life isn't the most stable.” Jason often moved from safe house to safe house, plus the drama of his family and fighting crime, a relationship sounded like too much of a burden to place on someone. Never knowing when he's just going to up and disappear.. or worse, if he becomes rogue again. Danny blinked, staring at him hard, as if he was analyzing him. Kid really would fit in too well at the manor. Another reason he would not date Jazz, even if he liked her. He didn't need to be exposed to that kind of life, if he ended up dying because Joker wanted to get into their heads again. Jason shook the thought away as it made his blood boil. The steady pulsing keeping his mind on track, Danny was still there. “Okay.” Danny kicked his feet playfully, “Sooooo what happens next?” Danny was leaning and staring at the book, Jason just grinned, leaning back up against the table next to him. “Guess we have to find out, won't we?”

[just-rogi]

I’m and adult and generally desensitized to the things my students say to me (because I’m good at my job) and sure my kids have said hurtful things but I can let them go, but god there are parts of this job that are just.. I don’t know? Uniquely painful and tragic?

I’m usually pretty unperturbed by homophobia because I’m a big girl, grew up in a small town, and grew a thick skin. You can’t really do nonprofit work without hearing some insane shit from people who want you dead- and I’ve been hearing it since I started volunteering at age 17. All this is to say that I’m really unphased by general homophobia.

Im not exactly waving around rainbow flags in the classroom but if the kids ask about my life I don’t lie about it and have been casually out and an ally for the queer students who just want a teacher to talk to when they feel so isolated, just to exist as a happy queer adult living my life can be a radical act for these kids who may not be able to picture a future where they can just exist as themselves. God this post is way longer than I intended,

But this is all to say that generally shit doesn’t get to me especially at my job, but I had a little boy today who ADORED me. Like this boy followed me around like a puppy and loved to show me his drawings and his homework and would literally cheer out loud whenever he found out that I was covering his class. The kids generally like me because I’m one of the young teachers and I’m not actively trying to make them miserable (low bar I know) but I’ve got a few for who I’m a definite clear favorite and this kid was one of them. Well some of my girls were asking if I had a crush on [other young male teacher] I laughed it off and said no and another student said she heard a rumor I liked girls instead and I said that’s true ((they then proceeded to ask if I have a crush on any female techers, so o appreciate the unending dedication of 13 year old girls to setting up their adult teachers lmao))

But this one male student who’s listening to all this looks horrified, like genuinely deeply personally hurt, and gets upset saying “NO! You can’t be ! why does this happen to me I really liked you” and “I thought you were a normal teacher” and I laughed it off at first thinking he was just having a dramatic moment but he kept going, repeating that he has to tell his parents now and that he’s Christian, and I very gently told him that I’m the same teacher he’s had all year and has loved- I haven’t changed because he knows something new about me, and this boy says “yeah but now I feel different about you I see you different “ repeating that his parents are Christian’s , and it is killing me- not because I’m particularly hurt by the opinion of a middle school boy, but because someone taught my sweet kind student to hate. Someone took this boy and taught him something that, in an instant, makes him no longer like his favorite teacher.

He was clearly working through something because later in class one of the kids was listening to music on YouTube (THEY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ON YOUTUBE BTW THAT WAS NIT THE ASSIGNMENT) and this kid points at another students computer and shouts across the classroom “SHUT THAT OFF THATS SIMMER MUSIC- IT WAS MADE BY A GAY PERSON AND IM CHRISTIAN” now he’s never done anything like that, even his classmates were shocked. I don’t know if he was trying to process his feelings or if he just wanted to try hurt me or what, but it was so out of character. Just generally I’ve been trying to understand my own feelings about this situation because I still love my students and will continue to be patient with them and give them a place to grow while I’m just existing as someone comfortable in my own skin, but it still left me with a strange feeling. There are people teaching their children to hate and I can only do so much to shape a generation of kind, empathetic, good people entering the world feeling safe and loved. I love my job but sometimes it does hurt knowing how good I am at my job it will never be enough

[leilani-lover]

Alright, i know many will agree with me. And i feel like this isn't spoken enough about.

Make school more supportive.

Better for everyone.

Because someone who suffers for example depression may not be able to do as well as someone who doesn't have mental illness.

Those insomniacs are trying. Stop telling them to just sleep. ADHD and ADD are extremely real and you shouldn't just block them out. That anxiety is real. Stop telling for them to just get through it. They will have a panic attack. That depression is real and should be taken seriously even if someone joked about it. none of these really should be joked about.

Check their mental health. Because isn't that what's suppose to come first? Safety first. If you give us bunch of work and then wonder why everyone did so shittily when they have been stressing themself out just to even try to pass the first test. And when they try to study for the second test they'll have a breakdown from that build up stress. they bottle all that up because they're not given time to cry and relax, they don't have enough time for themselfs under all that studying.

"Well ______ can do it, why couldn't anybody else?" Because they're talented kids with strick and high standard parents who only accept them if they do well in school. Remember you should try to check up on those talented kids, because they too can and will get burnt out. They also have problems. Nobody is perfect.

And those group projects and assignments you make us do? I'm quite sure you know that in every group there's the one that actually does the whole thing and the others just laugh and fuck around.

And no yelling and telling them to do something will not do anything. It won't change the situation. They're still going to continue doing nothing. Threatening their grades? Won't work, they know they're already doing shitty, they literally don't give a living mind of their grades. Calling their parents? Usually won't work either, because that's the millionth time they'll be threatened with that.

And no, you may not suspend them. Because that's not what you got to do. Have you possibly tried being nicer to the children? Have you let them pick their own groups? Have you asked your students about their mental health? Do they get enough sleep? Do they have good homes? Do they get bullied? If their project isn't exactly about the the right subject see how close it is and how much it actually still teaches and see if you could still grade it better than you first did.

And i'm not saying you should randomly hold up a mental health check. Because that will just scare the ones who truly are suffering and trying to hide that stuff. But I'm saying you should try to keep an eye on your students and see if they seem to be still able to take it. Though a mental check up is good idea you should try to get it a bit better and make it seem less threatening.

You know, for some, school is the scariest place to be at. And that can be for several reasons. The teachers, other students, because of the pressure. That's the reason why some students might skip classes or take certain routes. To avoid people they know are not good for them. They try to get away from those teachers who seem to lock them up in one style or who seem like pedophiles or those who completely ignored their signs of burn out and just kept giving impossible amounts of work. Or those who force them to do certain things even if they have shown several times that they're terrified to do so.

What I'm telling you to do is be gentle on those students. Show care to them and let them do stuff their way sometimes. Let them listen to music while doing assignments alone or while reading classes. Let them talk to each other in class. Let them tell their perspective of the things.

Give them different ways to learn. Slide shows with a lot of pictures and little text simplifing the stuff may be for some or a lot of text and very little pictures are the better for some. Some may be colourblind too and it is your job that they too have the same teaching as the others. But you just got to show pictures that they're able to understand.

Everyone should get the same teaching. Nobody is better nor higher than someone else. You may have favourites, but that shouldn't effect how you treat the others. You can't give them any advantages. You can't give them easier or less assignments or tests. Keep it fair. I'm sure you've said that to the students too. Keep it fair. No cheating, no looking anwers from others.

You should give your students breaks in the middle of the day. If you've done that and there's still a few students who don't take breaks that because they fear that they'll not be able to do it in time or that they will be seen as failures. You can be proud of them, but try to get them to take a break sometimes. Tell your students that they can take as long as needed. You don't know what they're going through.

That just was a small thought of mine that kept bothering me.

[sunshineman2-0]

Art Teacher! Reader x Math Teacher! Sanemi Shinazugawa

Part one^

Chapter 2: Meddling Asses

Reader is black female

Modern AU!

Tw: Meddling Tengen and Kyojuro (unwilling, but not), confused Sanemi, Disapproving Obanai.

You started your day, students pouring in and settling in, looking at you with bright eyes... Well except the kid with the boar head... You couldn't really tell... But you let them introduce themselves one by one. After quickly jotting down their names, you started the lesson. Writing the assignment on the board and then turning to them. It was simple... So how in the hell did it turn into this match of crayons, markers and paint bottles being thrown?

Ah, Inosuke, the boar head child, threw something at another student, who retaliated right away, by throwing a book. Tanjiro, was trying to calm his rowdy friend, and Genya, the younger brother of the angry Math teacher, was holding the other student in a headlock. You called the office and waited for back up, as the other children kept doing the assignment given.

"Lemme go! He started it!"

Luckily, Genya wasn't holding the angry student too tight. You let out a breath as the boy continued to struggle and yell.

"Hide, dear calm down... It'll get straightened out in a minute here..."

You tried to keep both students calm. It worked on Inosuke, who was quietly sitting staring (at least you think) at you. While you couldn't coax him to take the boar's head off, he did calm down with you and Tanjiro. And currently he was just staring...

"Miss (L/N)... I'll hold him until-"

The door slammed open and Sanemi stalked in. He was already yelling.

"Why in the FUCK do I have to stop my lesson, to come next door and find this shit goin on?! This is why the last teacher quit! Why-"

You pulled at his collar, when he whipped around you flinched. Which made him stop yelling at least. But he still wore that intense look in his face.

"What?"

"Can I speak to you outside?"

He gave the class a look, which made all of them look back at their books, continuing with the class work. Leading Sanemi outside the door, and then shutting the door, you turned to him, crossing your arms.

"Is it really necessary to yell like that?"

You cared for these kids, and you understood the other teachers had their own way of showing it, but this... Sanemi yelling at them didn't say that he cared about them. He stared down at you.

~~~~~

Is she-? What's with that look?

Sanemi looked at you, staring flabbergasted at your boldness. He drew a blank, especially when you crossed your arms at him. Like a disappointed mother.

"Well?"

You cocked an eyebrow at him. He would have done the same but he didn't have any himself. So he just cocked his head at you.

"Yes. It is necessary, the little bastards dont-"

"Dont talk about them like that! Their just children! How can you talk about them like that!?"

He watched your body language, your arm twitched. You wanted to hit him, that made him smile a bit. None of the other teachers ever tried to challenge him.

Interesting.

"Look. You teach differently than I do."

Lowing his voice to a whisper, Sanemi eyed you. It was something he always had done. At first he figured you were too timid to say much.

"And I yell because I do care. These kids won't really listen. I'm sure they listen to you and your..."

He couldn't place it, but he gave a little swirl with his index finger, aiming it at the, now quiet, classroom behind you.

"The Principle, so kindly interrupted my lesson, and asked me to come and calm them down. It happens often."

He growled at you and gave a glare. Now normally it makes people back off and cower. Sanemi knew how he looked, and his own personality. You just blinked at him and gave him a look up and down.

"Despite that, I appreciate you coming in. Mr. Shinazugawa. But when the children are in my classroom, I'd like you to not yell at them."

Sanemi backed off, nodding, putting his hands up.

"Very well, Miss (L/N). I won't yell at them, when their in your classroom."

After regarding you with another look, he turned and walked back to his classroom. Continuing to teach, Sanemi finally sat down and began to grade papers.

~~~~

Opening the door, Tengen strolled in. Earning a displeased grunt from Sanemi.

"What do you want Uzui."

He glared at the man. Flashy idiot. With narrowed eyes, he really didn't have the time to deal with Tengen or his-

Thankfully Obanai was sitting next to Sanemi. Unfortunately, Kyojuro strolled in right after Tengen did. That made Sanemi slouch more. The pair of them always were trying to drag him along to either gay clubs or blind dates (that they ditched him on... He had to walk home.) Looking back at his papers, he tried to ignore whatever garbage Tengen was saying... Kyojuro just stood there... As he always does. Oh! The occasional nod and stupid look.

"Go away. Don't you have some music to... Whatever with?"

Thank the gods for Obanai. Sanemi gave the zoology/Japanese teacher a grateful look.

"Shut it, lizard man. I'm talking to Shinazugawa."

Obanai gave Kaburamaru a look. The companion hissed at the music teacher, displeased with being called a 'lizard'. Sanemi knew Tengen did that just to piss Obanai off. Time to say something before a fight broke out.

"Look. I'm not interested in whatever your saying. I dont care for whatever plan to go out your talking about. Go. Awa-"

"You weren't listening. I'm not talking about going out. At least not on a blind date or another club!"

Tengen slammed down his hands on the desk, clearly excited. Sanemi leaned back and crossed his arms. Slowly blinking, for once he gave Tengen his full attention. Not interested in what the man had to say, but deciding whether or not to take a swing at Uzui...

"Look I think she likes you. You should talk to her more!"

Oh no. No. No. No. No. HEEELL NO. This shit wasn't happening. Another teacher? No. Too many problems. Waving his hands Sanemi, stood up.

"Im not doing that. You-"

"JUST TRY!"

"NO!"

Now the urge to swing was really eating at him, Uzui was really pissing Sanemi off. It was almost a weekly thing, with this romance shit. It was annoying. Kyojuro raised his hand, smiling that same brainless smile.

"I think it could work. To be honest, I didn't think the other stuff worked."

Tengen opened his mouth to speak, Kyojuro waved him off.

"I never agreed to setting him up. I just never argued with you, I was happy to go along with your plans, Tengen, but the fact of the matter is, Shinazugawa, is very scary. Miss (L/N) didn't falter when meeting him."

Kyojuro waved a hand at Sanemi, who was fuming, but calming down. It... it made sense. She really was one of the few people that didn't turn away from him... Nor did she back down when he tried to scare her... Sanemi sat slowly down... Bug eyes was right... Obanai raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend, like Sanemi had lost his everlasting mind.

"Your not actually considering this?"

Sanemi, gave his friend a look. For once it was a bit confused. Obani widened his eyes, looking from Rengoku, then Uzui.

"You think its worth a try? Are you even attracted-"

Sanmei put his hand on Obanai's mouth. Then nodded, and started to work again. Tengen gave Obanai a victorious look, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Kyojuro on the other hand was happy to help... Or at least give his astute observation on the situation. Tengen left, but not before patting Sanemi on the back. Luckily he knew not to rub this in the frowning man's face.

~~~~

Obanai stood next to Sanemi's car. Both men with their arms crossed and looking at the ground.

"Your going to do this?"

Sanemi nodded. Not really able to say why. But Obanai wasn't going to let him just do this. Not after the other times, Tengen and Kyojuro both, had failed.

"I think. It's an alright idea."

Sanemi swallowed hard at that statement. Obanai frowned more, narrowing his eyes. Kaburamaru only flicked his tounge. Finally Sanemi looked at Obanai,

"What do you think?"

Obanai was in a relationship of his own. With another teacher... Mitsuri Kanroji. The students knew, and so did the other teachers. From his experience, they were all pretty respectful of the relationship... He looked away from his friends gaze.

"Why do you look scared?"

Sanemi looked back at the ground,

"What if she runs? Or"

"You're scared of running her off? That would have happened when she saw your face."

Sanemi let out a little laugh, and pushed off the side off his car, pacing around a little bit.

"What do you have to lose? She seems nice enough. I wouldn't worry-"

Obanai was just trying to calm his friends nerves. But he supposed that when the panic started... Or perhaps it was earlier, after Tengen and Kyojuro left the office.

"Im worried about her, this stupid shit always seems to happen! Why?! No clue! Don't worry?! I WORRY ALL THE DAMN TIME!"

Obanai watched his friend yell and stomp around. Sanemi was cursing Kyojuro's observational skills, Tengen's meddling, and the whole situation.

"Let me ask you this, and then I'll stop, but are you attracted to her? Or is there any interest? The others really didn't appeal to you, nor did they give you much of a chance. But with her do you think, she'll give you that one chance?"

That made Sanemi stop, and look at Obanai.

Chapter 2 yay! It done!

Thanks again for reading!

Chapter 3^

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta,

I hope you are having a good day. I wanted to say I love your blog and how much I love your analysis. Like I can't explain how much I love the way you put my thoughts in words and how well you write. (Also in the most platonic way, may I say that I love you).

I find comfort in your blog and you talking about BDSM, cos I never really found a source which talks about it (while not making me uncomfortable ) . I am pretty sure I am a sub, I am not clear abput what exactly. But your blog honestly cleared up a lot of things for me, like why I was so determined to be approved by particular people. Like I remember a couple of strict teachers(who were awesome people) and I would do everything in my power to make them think I was a good student and get their approval. Also, I never could understand why I felt comfortable listening to some of my friends and following their instructions, while at the same time felt so uncomfortable when some friends tried to do the same things but I could not see them as my superior(Dom? Is it the right usage?). I have realised there's this weird thing where my mind has to sort of accept them as a Dom like, if in my head I don't accept you, I wouldn't like you giving me instructions or feel comfortable with you acting like a Dom to me. Do you think it's something related to being a sub??( I'm sorry for asking this, but honestly know no one else to ask)

I also wanted to say that I'm so glad that I read about Prapai&Sky's relationship from your blog. Cos I saw many people bash them up and I honestly felt so bad because I could relate to Sky and his actions and felt guilty that I liked them so much while other people had such a negative thoughts about them. Like accounts that I used to follow just talking bad about them and I had to unfollow cos PrapaiSky are one of my favs and I couldn't take anyone talking ill about their story.

Also sorry for having my thoughts are all over the place and making this a looong letter sorta thing.

Okay, last thing I just saw you reblogged me and I kept smiling cos I was like omg!! She noticed my existence.

~G215~

Hey g215!!!

I'm having a wonderful day. Very casual work day. Struggling to write my Weak Hero Class 1 fanfic, but that happens. Thank you so much. I'm so happy to hear you enjoy my blog. And I platonically love you, too! 💜💜💜

It's absolutely understandable to be selective about who you are willing to treat as a Dom. Just because you are a sub doesn't mean that we have the privilege of treating you as one. Not without having earned that privilege. Trust and respect are required to hand over control. If that hasn't been earned, then we as Doms shouldn't expect to be treated as a Dom.

Also, there are several different types of Doms and subs. You are likely just leaning more towards your preferred type of Dom. I'm actually a very unique type of Dom because I'm more fluid than most, due to being around mainly kids and subs.

I love all the LITA couples so much. They hold a really special place for me. I'm glad that I was able to show that to others. Please, don't apologize, I really appreciate you taking the time to write. Thank you 💜💜💜

Trust me! I notice several of you. I just try to skate the line of how comfortable you guys might be with me responding. I'm aware that many of you are shy. But I see you guys, and that's why I wanted to say how much I do appreciate all the love and support. That it means the world to me when you guys do interact. Thank you again!!!

[moderncryptid]

Furry Little Bastard Chapter 4

When his ability first came about, it wasn’t perfect. It came on in little ebbs and flows; sometimes working, sometimes not. It didn’t happen quickly enough for Robert to immediately put together that something was wrong with him. It wasn’t like all at once everyone started acting on his every want. It was little things. Stuff that was weird but could be brushed off as just bizarre coincidence.

Sometimes he would be waiting for his turn on the swings and the kid that was in line ahead of him would just leave. Or he would be reading a book under his desk when the teacher walked by and he would be hoping they didn’t notice and they wouldn’t.

It didn’t always work. But it was like all of a sudden he would have these random bursts of what felt to him like good luck.

It was actually other people that put it together first. That there was something off about him. Not like before when he’d just been kind of a strange, quiet kid they could mostly ignore. No. This was different. This was…scary.

Robert started to notice other kids staring at him more often. Whispering to each other when they thought he wasn’t listening. Instead of just acting like he was invisible, they started to actively try not to be around him.

Even the teachers looked at him strangely sometimes. That was what made him the most nervous. It was the same way they’d look at him before he got in trouble but he had no idea what he was doing wrong. He would just be sitting at his desk and would notice them staring with furrowed brows and a slight frown.

But that also wasn’t exactly a hint that anything major was going on. He was used to being uncomfortable under too much attention and mostly chalked it all up to mean nothing at all but that he was too anxious. That was what his parents seemed to think it was the one time he mentioned it.

“You can’t let what everyone else is doing influence you so much,” was what his dad said. They were in his truck at the time; the one with the one back window that didn’t roll all the way up, driving by the fields outside their house. Robert remembered watching the stalks of corn fly by and wondering if they went on forever. “Maybe try being a little more friendly. You always look so angry.”

“I’m not angry,” he muttered, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference. His dad wasn’t the type who would accept the explanation, “I’m just sad nobody likes me” as anything but whining.

“I just don’t think you’re trying. It’s not hard to make friends at your age- you’re with the same kids all the time. There’s got to be at least one you can get along with.”

There isn’t though. He kept staring out the window, trying to will away how his throat was squeezing shut. There isn’t and I don’t understand why . Nobody will tell me why .

“I don’t-” he tried. He knew it was a bad idea before he even said it but frustration can make you bang your head against the same wall over and over even if you know it’s not going to crack. “I don’t know how.”

His dad just snorted. “Just talk to them. Smile. Ask to join in on whatever they’re doing. Just be friendly, that's all there is to it.”

But what does that mean ? He wanted to ask. He was doing what he saw the other kids do. What he saw them do on tv and in books but obviously he was doing it wrong somehow. He was still missing a piece and nobody would ever tell him what it was.

“You always make things more complicated than they need to be.”

Shut up. Robert squeezed his eyes shut because he knew he was about to cry and knew that would turn into a longer lecture. Shut up. Just shut up .

He didn’t think anything of it when his dad trailed off mid-sentence. He was too upset to and spent the rest of the night holed up in his closet, reading with a flashlight. The close space was comforting and it felt hidden, even if it wasn’t.

Sometimes imaginary comfort was the only thing that mattered, and sometimes keeping to himself really was the only way any of his problems seemed to stop.

It was what he tried doing at school. He tried keeping to himself and hoped whatever was happening would blow over, but it didn’t. It only seemed to get worse. And since in such a small school and smaller town, there wasn’t much room for gossip to go. It didn’t take long to learn why he was being avoided.

The other kids, and the teachers, found him creepy. Some of the middle schoolers were saying he was bad luck to be around: that weird things happened when you got too close to him. Like he was cursed or possessed or just plain evil.

They weren’t entirely wrong. Already the world was starting to bend around him, but he only had that knowledge through hindsight. At the time it felt like a punch to the stomach. It upset him so much that he stopped eating his lunch for several days and instead spent it sitting in the cafeteria alone while everyone crowded at other tables.

I didn’t do anything . I didn’t do anything. He kept thinking, pushing his food around because he wanted to pretend he couldn’t hear the people closest talking about him. It was a repetition meant to comfort himself since nobody else was going to do it, but it felt hollow.

You can only convince yourself of so much. And eventually he hit his limit, and the phrase on repeat in his head became I don’t know what’s wrong with me . I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

It was the kind of tension that was destined to break. That kind of thing just isn’t sustainable. Not in little places like Ithica where the tiniest dramas become widespread rumors that quickly grow out of control. Not with impulsive kids. And it broke, ironically, again during recess. That shitty playground with the cracked asphalt was the sight of many life-changing events.

Robert had found a more secluded spot to hide out, mostly out of necessity. The monkey bars didn’t work anymore by then; everyone was too uncomfortable to play or walk by when they could see him sitting there.

His new spot was a narrow alley-like place between the elementary and middle school buildings that shared the same plot of land. He could lean his back against the wall of one and had just enough space to stretch out. He kept a few library books stashed away in a big ziplock bag to keep them out of the rain or snow; backups for when he got whatever he was reading taken away in class. He kept it wedged in the gap between the uneven foundation and ground, which was something he was actually proud of himself for thinking of.

It was almost fun. And it was his space. Until it wasn’t.

The turning point came in the form of the same older boys from before. Mat and a few others who appeared at the entrance to his hiding place one day. All of them looked ready for a fight, but what was worse was that they also looked a little afraid.

Robert couldn’t remember the exact words exchanged. He was so scared in the moment that he just remembered his heart beating up in his throat and a lot of talk being thrown around about evil.

“I’m not evil,” he remembered saying because he’d never felt so indignant or helpless before. He stood up to say it and half the boys took a step back. “I’m not!”

“Well you’re something!” Mat snapped. Robert always wondered if he was the instigator of the confrontation. He seemed the most heated. “You little freak!”

Robert wanted to punch him in his stupid face. He wanted to cuss him out with the limited swear words he knew at the time, but what he shouted at them was completely different.

“Why do you all hate me so much?!”

He hated himself the moment the words were out of his mouth. Any thoughts of trying to hit anyone were quickly washed away by the sudden need to escape before they could say anything about it. He rushed towards them with the intention of shoving through them to find a new place to hide, but his sudden movement scared them and the next thing he knew he was laying on his back, staring up at the sky because Mat shoved him hard enough to knock him over.

He laid there and blinked at the white and gray sky, dizzy from where his head hit the pavement.

“See?” Mat was saying to the others. His voice was shaking but he seemed emboldened when all Robert did was try to sit up. “He’s not so tough.”

There were a few scattered, nervous snickers that quickly turned into the whole group laughing.

I hate you . He thought. I hate you. I hate all of you so much . He scowled at them and bit his tongue hard, hating that his eyes were welling up.

“All he’s gonna do is cry about it again. Little fucking weirdo.”

“Shut up!” he shouted, scrambling to his feet. It wasn’t even loud enough to drown out the laughter and jokes. As much as he meant it from the bottom of his soul, there wasn’t even real anger behind it. He was scared and miserable and just wanted to leave.

It shouldn’t have done anything. Or at least it should have just made them move out of his way. That’s how it should have worked. But his ability didn’t always do what it should. Especially not back then.

“Shut up! All of you shut up!”

Then just like that, everyone shut up. The silence was abrupt and absolute and it was so sudden that Robert thought for a moment he’d simply stopped being able to hear anything at all. But he could still hear the wind whistling between the buildings, and he could hear his own heart pounding in his ears.

He could also hear several strange, muffled sounds he couldn’t identify.

Every single boy stood there in silence. They were in the same positions they had been moments ago, as if frozen in place. Their lips were clamped shut, but above them their eyes were wide and wild with terror. Robert stared at them and could see their throats working. Their jaws straining.

The sound he was hearing was them trying to open their mouths. Or trying to scream through the closed ones.

Dr. Bright would tell him years later that when abilities manifest, they can be unpredictable. Imperfect. Robert did not need her to tell him that because he had seen it firsthand. Had experienced it. He knew what it felt like and sounded like when he released the grip he had in a panic and all of them started shrieking in horror.

It felt like they weren’t wrong to be afraid.

Damien woke up covered in cold sweat. It was always the same after nightmares, but this was slightly different. In that he couldn’t sit bolt-upright because of a warm weight on his chest.

“What the hell?” he rubbed his face.

Bates was laying on him, crushing his sternum, purring his fork-in-the-garbage-disposal purr. The cat was fully awake and staring straight into his face, his green eyes reflecting the hallway light like a mirror.

“You look like a demon.”

Bates took the opportunity to flop onto his side and stretch out, pouring like liquid over his chest. He was still purring, and did so while sticking his little pink-pawed feet in Damien’s face.

“Dude.”

It was hard to actually be annoyed, as much as he tried to be. It was an odd but nice feeling to be watched over. Even if it was by something he’d pulled in off the street. Bates was still the first person, or thing, or- well. The first of either that actually chose to be with him.

Maybe it was a choice of convenience, but still. Even being the default option can be nice when you were never even considered an option to begin with before.

Damien reached up and scratched Bates’s belly. He’d heard somewhere that cats hate that but Bates just seemed to enjoy being touched and had no real preference. He drank up anything that was offered. Yet another one of their unfortunate similarities.

“So is this pure altruism or are you expecting to get a snack out of this because I’m awake?” he asked with only a little affection in his voice. He could get away with a little since there was nobody else watching.

Bates made a series of his little chirping clicks and rolled onto his feet. He proceeded to walk over Damien’s chest, stepping on every rib on his way over to shove his face into his and to meow directly in his ear something that sounded distinctly like, “Now. Now. Now. Now.”

“You’re so lucky it’s my day off,” he huffed, laying there, trying to work up the motivation to stand until Bates started trying to clean him. He felt the sandpaper tongue scrape across his forehead and groaned. “Okay. Nope. None of that. Let’s go.”

He stood up, hefting the cat and tucking it into his arm on its back. Bates really did like being carried around like a baby, and Damien wasn’t going to complain. It was easy. And maybe it was just a little cute. Not that he’d ever say that; Bates was already too convinced of how adorable he was to need his ego stroked more. And in spite of recent events, Damien liked to think he had some lingering traces of dignity.

“What do you want?” he asked as he opened the nearly empty refrigerator. He really needed to go shopping. But it wasn’t totally barren. And his personal rule was that he didn’t leave the house if he didn’t have to in order to not die.

Bates meowed at him and bumped his chin with his nose.

“If you keep eating eggs I think you’re going to turn into one.”

Another chirp.

“Yeah, well, it’s different when I eat the same thing all the time.”

A paw lightly smacked the side of his face. No claws; all soft padding and orange fur.

“Okay- fine. You’re such a drama queen.”

He grabbed the eggs. It was probably not a good sign that Bates had his own designated plate to eat off of and also probably not great that he sat across from him on the counter when they ate. It couldn’t have been a promising sign that he was going to be making human friends anytime soon that he considered this a completely agreeable setup. But that had never really looked promising to begin with.

Cheers to “Eh, it’s fine,” being his new standard of living.

“So you gonna help me with the dishes or what?” Damien asked after, and laughed at his own joke. He decided to blame it on the fact that it was four am and not that he was losing it a little bit.

Once that was taken care of he flopped down on the couch, Bates still in tow. He had him cradled in both arms and when he let go for all of two seconds to get the remote for the shitty TV that had been left behind by the previous owners, the little menace planted his paws squarely at the center of his chest to complain until Damien scratched his ears.

“People used to be afraid of me you know,” he said idly, turning the screen on really just to have some background noise. “I’ve been chased out of….well damn. I’ve been chased out of a lot of places actually.”

Mark wasn’t the first to do it either. It wasn’t always quite so dramatic, but it happened enough that he’d gotten pretty good at knowing when it was time to leave on his own. More often than not he didn’t have anything keeping him there and could slip out quietly, but occasionally attachments tangled things up. They had a way of doing that.

He’d stopped scratching Bates’s ears as he thought about it to the background noise of a commercial for some fast food place. Bates protested this development by butting his head into his shoulder.

You’re so fucking needy . He thought. And ignored the fact that he didn’t hate it.

“Okay- okay. You have way too much energy for it being this early. You child.” he said, raising his hands to the paws digging into his faded t-shirt and pulling them up to his shoulders. Bates was surprisingly pliable and Damien found that he really didn’t mind being moved around. Bates just flattened himself out against his chest in an awkward approximation of a hug and purred in contentment once they were as close as they could possibly be.

I can’t fucking see . He sighed, staring at the wall above the television with orange fur blocking half his view. But he didn’t try to push him off and again decided to blame it on the late hour and his own exhaustion. And the warmth in his chest could easily be reasoned away by the fact that this horrible little beast was also a walking heat lamp. Which was starting to make him feel hazy and tired again when he’d resigned himself to being awake for the rest of the day.

He placed a hand on Bates’s warm, plush back and let his eyes drift shut. Back to a much more peaceful sleep.

[amazing-author]

Fandom: The Owl House

Ship: Darius x Adrian or None

Characters: Darius, Adrian Graye, Hunter

Word count: 1,069

Warnings: Emperor Belos, tell me if I missed any!

AU: Adrian Graye isn't a total meanie, pre-canon (Hunter is 4 years old)

A/N: First fic!!! I hope you enjoy!

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Adrian heard a knock at his door, so he got up and opened it.

"Mr. Adrian?" He looked down and saw the little kid.

"Oh, hey. Hunter, right?"

"Can you make me look handsome?" Adrian blinked at him. He was like, 4.

"What?"

"Uncle says I'm ugly. My ear has a notch in it and there's a gap in my teeth and-"

"Come in." Adrian cuts him off, closing the door behind him, summoning his penstagram. "What else did he say about you?"

"He said my ears are too big and my cheek scar from when I was a baby and I fell, he said that's not making me handsome either, and that my hair is all wrong because of the floppy piece." Hunter tugged on it lightly. "Can you make me handsome?"

Adrian pressed send on his message to Darius.

"The Emperor called Hunter ugly. He's in here trying to get me to fix him."

Adrian poofed away penstagram and looked at Hunter.

"The Emperor is wrong."

"Mr. Adrian, Uncle can't be wrong-"

"Yes he can. And he's wrong on this. You are beautiful just the way you are."

"I dont wanna be beautiful, that's for girls! I wanna be a handsome boy."

"Okay, kid, listen. You are a handsome boy. The Emperor is wrong. You are a beautiful boy. You are a pretty boy."

"But Uncle says I'm not. Why are you lying to me, Mr. Adrian?"

"Okay, kid. Think about it like this. How many people have told you you're ugly?"

"Um... just Uncle."

"And how many people say the Emperor is wrong about that one?"

"Um... just you."

"I'm willing to bet that some of the other coven heads think you're handsome too. And if we coven heads agree that the Emperor is wrong, he's probably wrong."

"But he can't be wrong. I think you're wrong, Mr. Adrian-" Darius bursts into the room, picking up Hunter and kissing him gently all over his face. This makes the kid giggle and try to push him away.

"Mr. Dahariuhus! Stohop!" Hunter says, and Darius does as he's told.

"What happened?" He asks Adrian.

"He won't make me handsome!" Hunter points an accusatory finger.

"But you're already handsome. Are you trying to be more handsome than me?"

"I wanna be the handsome-est!" Hunter says. "So much more handsome than I am right now, because I'm sooooo ugly. Uncle said so!"

"No one calls my boy ugly and gets away with it."

"But Mr. Darius, I am ugly-"

"Perception." Adrian says. The boy turns to look at him.

"What's that?"

"Different people see things in different ways. Do you think you are ugly?"

"Well I must be, if Uncle told me so."

"Did you believe you were ugly before your uncle told you so?"

"No sir."

"Because your uncle sees you in a different way than we do. You see yourself different than your uncle. But no matter who sees you any way, you are always gonna be handsome. All that matters at the end of the day, is how you view yourself."

"But... why doesn't Uncle see me as handsome?"

"Your uncle's eyesight has obviously gotten worse. He should get his eyes checked." Adrian joked, glancing at Darius to make sure he was doing good.

He's not exactly good with kids, but he's doing his best to learn. From Darius, who had all but legally adopted this boy, and from Raine, who was a generally well-liked school teacher, Adrian was doing his best to learn and make up for, well, everything.

Darius nodded encouragingly, but kept Hunter protected in his arms.

"But seriously, kid. Here." Adrian opened a drawer on his bedside table and pulled out a bracelet with a fancy jewel on it. "May I put this on you?"

"An illusion stone?" Darius asked.

"I'm trying to teach a lesson, here." Hunter stuck out his hand, and Adrian put the bracelet on his wrist. "Come look." He points at the mirror. Darius sets down the boy, and he walks over to the mirror.

"I'm handsome now?" Hunter asks.

"This," Adrian knealt down next to him. "Is what the Emperor wants you to look like. No ear notch, no tooth gap, no cheek scratch. But then, what makes you unique?"

"Uni-key?" Hunter tilts his head, looking at the illusionist.

"What makes you different. What makes you special."

"But... I am special. Right?"

"Mhm. Inside and out. Which is why you don't need this." He tapped the bracelet. "Because your scar, and your notch, and your tooth gap, they make you special. Your personality makes you special. You are special. You don't need to hide behind an illusion, because that just hides how unique you truly are." Hunter slowly starts nodding.

"I think I get it now! I'm special because of the things that my uncle sees as ugly, right? He just doesn't see them the way everyone else does, you see them as uni-key and his per-session is different than ours. What he says is ugly, is actually just special-ness!" Adrian giggles at the silly words the kid made up, even if it was just because he was a kid and couldn't pronounce the true words correctly.

"Exactly correct." Hunter hugs the coven head as tight as he can. "Oh. Okay." Adrian slowly moves his hands to pat his back awkwardly.

"Thank you, Mr. Adrian." He says, releasing the hug, and then giving him his wrist with the illusion bracelet. "I don't want this anymore." The older man takes off the bracelet, and then the little kid runs out of the room.

"Well congratulations, Adrian." Darius says. He sighs.

"What?"

"You just taught him a life lesson." Adrian stands up and looks at him in confusion.

"I mean, that's not really a-"

"I must say, very hypocritical of you, given you hide under an illusion all day every day, until you fall asleep."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Adrian opens the drawer and puts the bracelet back inside. "But I'm Head Illusionist, Darius. What else am I supposed to do?"

"Fair. But, you are doing good with the kid." Adrian crosses his arms, face heating slightly in embarrassment.

His whole personality was being mean and sarcastic, he couldn't be good with kids. It went against his reputation, kids were never really around him. Being 'good with kids' was a complete 180 compared to his normal personality.

"Shut up."