#that 4th tag ( is what I’m talking bout )

[rurifangirl]

aight. here somes the ask lore thingie

tw for ppl readin: mention of mental illness, father mention

firstly, how did rui end up meetin the rest of the gang? did they all have sum sort of run in? did they just happen to meet on exident?

also is the father a villain? i remember ya mention him, and was wonderin

and do they have a specific place where they stay? like in a dormstory, a single house, do they live in a single town, or in completly different places?

do any of them suffer from mental/physical illnesses? if they do, how does it affect their life/relationships w others?

Aight, so here we go, be ready cuz shit's long.

(1st part - The Rui n the gang meeting; The Shou meeting) No Tw

Honestly, I also kinda wanted to do this for quite a long time, so I'm gonna firstly talk about how the gang (w/o really mentioning the others name's since they're gonna get introduced soon) met itself and decided to form, and then I'll individually do It in Lyva's and Shou's case, specifically Shou's since i mentioned that his meetin was somethin id have to take care of in another post, so i will rn.

First things first, w the whole gang. Now It wasn't really casually, mainly because Lyva n Rui did meet up, but It was during a special occasion still, that being a really important manifestation in one of the main regions in my oc universe. (They don't have name's yet so pls don't bash me🤡) Them being primarly the Forest, where Rui eventually lives in after all of his past shit, the near-countryside part, where Lyva was living, a pretty much city living on water, where Shou's currently living, and many more, as such the dunes with which I'll introduce Qiran (hopefully tomorrow/today),The sea itself, some High up places and as I said many, many other more. Other than this brief intro, they meet up where Lyva used to live, but mainly because of problems and out of conviniance.

Everyone had something to take back from, so they agreed to help eachother to reach that end, so it's all really planned. Now i won't really go w Lyva, cuz i explained how she met Rui the first time n how they helped her, so I don't need to ramble more on this. Now I'm gonna go w Shou's part though.

This Is more of a note i wanted y'all to know first, cuz i really like how Lyva n Rui met him the first time (cuz the second time was when the gang then all agreed to form n all that jazz.). Basically, Rui n Lyva were out, n visiting new places as such, to prepare themselves further and to try and search for more weapons, cuz they both knew that they'd eventually get in trouble, and even though they still are good, they wouldn't stand much a chance, n since Shou's Place is known for its production they decided to go. N fun fact, there's many funny shit that happends, for example Rui tries to touch a fish, but gets SLAPPED by It. They're still mad >:[. Ajkskdj anyways, some other stuff happends n they just, lose themselves. They had a map ofc but still managed to do so. But Rui was usin It so, I don't really blame em for gettin lost.

Shit happends n they find themselves pratically in front of his shrine/palace. Shou's servitors (cuz he saw everything happend from afar n gave them the okay) brought em in, but rather than makin em idk some tea n just making them recouver, Shou rather put them under some "tests" w/o tellin em, to see if they were any use.

For example he brought them some cups of tea, but before drinking them Rui noticed somethin unusual in the water, so they gave Lyva a sign to not drink It, n as Shou asked as a reason why they just replied that they weren't thirsthy, leavin Shou in a kind of defeated state. Bitch if i love this part honestly, there's so much fun to seein all of their reactions, but I'm gonna go brief rn. So other of this tests pass later n Shou eventually gets upset cuz they're all winnin n seemingly makin fun of him, lettin him in a weaket standpoint, n a fight happends. Even though it's a 2v1 situation he can still manage pretty well, so It ends in a draw. They get to talk after this and get to understand that they don't have to necesseraly be on the opposite side, though Shou Is still unsure whether to belive in that or not.

After they leave him, pratically almost alone w only a bunch of servitors helpin him. He admits defeat n won't show up until the event and yadayada. (Also it's during this weak time of his he'll meet Qiran which i already have plans w so it's all goin to be said bout their relationship in their post.)

(2nd part, the father mention.) Tw:father mention

So it's true that w Shou i did mention his father, but I'm not entirely sure bout his involvment honestly. In theory he kind of is a villain itself, even because of his devilish nature, so it's true, but im not sure whether to make him an independent villain or part of a group of them. But rather than that yes, i do want to make him some sort of villain in the end, because that's also part of Shou's agreement to be part of the group. I will make concept art for him so he'll definetly be involved. Not gonna lie, mabye that bastards also involved w Rui's cult too in a way or another but im givin in too many details holy shit I'll never get outta this fuck

(3rd part- where do they live) No Tw

They live in their own homes honestly, but It would be no surprise if they'd all decide to sleep over someone in specifical, though they have their own place. I made some concepts for Rui's intern home, which here It Is 😤 (forgive me for the bad quality but it's 2 am rn 🤡) I made this a while ago but only did Rui's, so I'll do Lyva's, Shou's n the other one's too. They live in different places, for the exception of, atm, Qiran, since I'm gonna say that they're more of a traveller n don't have a stable home.

(4th part- the mental/physical ilnesses) Tw: Self harm and Mental ilness mention

Well, this Is gonna be a ride. They all suffer from Ptsd, which Rui n Shou suffering from It the most. It still affects them all, though in different occasions, so Imma just do them in specifical. (Also because i gotta add some shit to shou that i didn't wanna add because i thought It was too much honestly)

Rui-

It affects them really much. They use crystals n gems to avoid anything going w their past or anything remotely related It, as whenever they feel awful about havin those flashbacks when they still were a child. They never want to talk about what happened, n during their moments It gets really, really bad. Both emotionally and physically, as their body sometimes cannot handle anything so it completely shuts down. They never really got any help for It as Rui's too scared to share bout their experience, both because of trauma itself that doesn't make them say anything even if they wanted to and because of the cults influence, so either way they've got to handle It by their own.

Lyva-

Other than havin to deal w mornin sickness, which Is the least for her, she has to deal w her neglectful childood and how desperate she's always been for litteraly anythin, whether it's related about love,friendship, food, toys, anything. She tried to seek for help and semi found It, but as of now she can't keep up w It and has better things to take care of. It's still really bad overall, but she's hoping for things to get better. Spoiler It really won't.

Shou-

⭕Tw for sh⭕

It's... really fucking bad. I'm gonna get outta this w saying something i didn't want to add because it's really triggerin, but im gonna do It now. So basically, I've mentioned them acting feminenly for his own mother, but i didn't say what would've happened if he displeased her. She would just stare down at him and whispering some awful shit or names. This would happen especially whenever he'd slip off that mask of his or revealed even a tiny bit of his devilish essence. Note that he's still a child here. So, best thing he could to was to "punish" himself, which basically consists of him scratching his arms too much and, i don't really want to continue this, forgive me but it's kind of triggering even for me. But...you can guess what he's doing, since he even to this day still keeps sharp nails. I'm sorry for putting this, but it's another way to show how his mother fucked him up and now suffering from this.

I'm sorry for rushin the last part but i'm not personally vibing w it.

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[catsnkooks]

hey so i saw you saying that you went on the star wars tiktok tag and i was like guess it’s time for me to do that too and i want to rant can i rant?

on any of the videos on the tag (specifically #1 and #3 for me) the comments are so frustrating. they’re both very attractive women sharing something to do with star wars (doesn’t matter what they were wearing their body their choice you know (comments didn’t seem to get that) and all of the comments are like ‘you’ve just made my lightsaber light up’ and ‘bout to break the jedi code’. on the 4th video when i scroll it’s a guy talking about using lightsabers and what stances are cool (very similar things to the 3rd girl) and the comments are completely different, rather than sexualising him because he likes star wars and had a lightsaber they’re talking about how amazing it is and actual conversations about star wars and gahhhhhh i’m frustrated that a girl can’t do the same thing without everything being made so sexual especially in this fandom!! like yes, i genuinely love star wars and want to be able to talk about it with others that like it without sexist remarks being made!

(rant over, sorry)

no please rant!!!

yes it's so hard to be a girl in fan spaces sometimes, esp a very male driven one like star wars

tbh why do men. like. why. what was the reason!!!!

personally, i feel like the sexism even invades past male dominated spaces, like here on tumblr, like the amount of asks some of my mutuals get like "why aren't you married/dating/have a kid??" like???? that's none of ur business?????? the internalized misogyny rlly do go deep

and THEN it to mention the combination of racism and sexism.....

anyway thank u for the rant!!

[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.8

Part 8 of WINTW? :D Enjoy! 

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings​ @simpformiya @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 9

The next match went by smoothly. They had lost to the opponent but they were all light hearted about it. Knowing the consequences, Akaashi gave the signal to begin the lap of diving. With a gym this large, that had to be tiring. They weren't complaining though. You had to remind yourself from time to time that this powerhouse school has reached nationals thrice.

Checking the data you recorded, Yukie, Kaori, and you began to compare notes.

"Bokuto-san has been using his straights a little more than usual." Kaori commented. "Probably wants to polish it or he's just warming up for the day."

"Haruki-san managed to save 80% of the balls for his 4th consecutive game. Better than last time." Yukie added.

"Washio-san managed to block all of the balls or one touched them." You inserted. Amazed at how this silent player was stronger than you'd estimated. Silent people really were deadly.

"Akaashi-san did exceptionally well in the last match." Yukie said. "He's getting used to the other's preferred distances and height now. Analytical skills still as sharp as ever, too."

Feeling proud of that compliment, you silently smiled to yourself. Being in class 6 also meant that your grades had to be maintained in every aspect. Akaashi can do all of those with being a vice captain and Bokuto’s close friend with such ease. Scribbling down a few notes, you stopped and tried to grab the notebook from Yukie.

“Well, well, well~”  She lazily teased. “Are you sure you were jotting down their shots or Akaashi-san’s alone?”

“You scribbled his name in different styles as well~” She added once she was by Yukie’s side. Giggling at the 5 different fonts of ‘Akaashi’. “You’re safe for now, little one. But, later before we sleep, better prepare for a little game of truth or dare with the other managers!”

“No escaping.”

A little scared of how serious Yukie was, you nodded and accepted the notebook. Holding it close to your chest, you held onto it like there was no tomorrow. Following the two of them, you found yourself cutting some watermelons

"You're the new trainee, right?" Shinzen's manager asked as she too sliced some watermelons and placed them on a tray. "I'm Mako, by the way."

"(l/n)." You slightly bowed.

"You handle the men really well!" She complimented you. Her light brown eyes focused on half of the fruit. "When I was new, it took a while to get used to such a diverse pack of personalities. It did help that they're soft idiots underneath the rough appearances."

"I'll have to agree." Taking a small piece of watermelon, you savored the refreshing sweetness. "Especially when Bokuto-san goes emo mode, Akaashi really manages to work and balance things out. With the groups effort too, of course."

"Anyway, I'll be seeing you later in our girl's night~" Grabbing the plate, you followed her and walked with a plate full of heavy fruit.

Along with Yukie, the three of you headed to the gym. Finding the boys playing with Karasuno, you couldn't help but feel happy when all the boys looked extra excited for the small sponsored snack. Few moments later, a small watermelon seed spitting contest had begun.

By the corner, you took out your phone to text o-mother. She wanted updates regarding the training and just didn't want to feel lonely while you were hours away. Just as you sent the text, yet another familiar voice made its presence known.

"Uh, are there still any watermelons left?"

Iida? That voice was Iida's. Turning around, you were met with Karasuno's setter. His face showed surprise at the sudden action. What were you hoping for? Of course that wasn't your close friend. Instead you were met with softer features but the similar shade of blue eyes made it feel a bit less lonely.

"I think there's still some by Nekoma's area." You finally replied.

"KAGEYAMA!" The small player whose name you recalled due to Bokuto's stories in the bus, suddenly appeared with light jumping steps. "Ah! That's why you went missing! You're sneaking out to talk to girls!"

"HINATA! YOU IDIOT!" Kageyama slapped Hinata only to have himself being hit as well. " I was just asking her if there were any more watermelons left!"

"Heee~ You could've just went to Nekoma's area instead of asking Fukurodani's manager!" He stuck his tongue out and the fight continued.

In some strange way, the two of them reminded you of Todoroki and Deku.

"OI! KAGEYAMA! SHOYO!" Another familiar voice came running to break the fight. A bit smaller than Hinata, you felt chills down your spine when you realized whose voice you heard. "THAT'S NOT HOW TO ACT WHEN YOUR TALKING TO LADIES!"

Bakugo?? It was weird. Having to hear such familiar voices with different faces holding them.

"Nishinoya! Libero!" He pointed his thumb towards his chest. An ear to ear grin plastered on his lips. The small tuft of blonde gave him that extra oomph.

"Please excuse them," An unfamiliar voice popped in as well. "They get uneasy when talking to girls. Daichi, captain of Karasuno."

Shaking his outstretched hand, you watched as he began to shoo them back into the gym. Giving an apologetic bow, you shook your head and soon followed them.

The little high of hearing the voices of your friends was now dying down. With the match now starting, you began the task of preparing their water bottles. It wasn't that hard but you did take note which bottle they preferred. Yukie and Kaori had to wonder how in the world you retained such tiny details.

The time you dreaded finally arrived.

The hours had flown by a little too quickly for your taste. Sitting in a circle, the female managers were now munching on some snacks that Yukie brought. Yachi and you began to talk about random stuff. It was interesting to hear her story of how she finally understood the importance of being a Townsperson B.

"If it wasn't for Hinata or Kageyama," She lightly scratched her cheek. "I probably wouldn't have found the confidence to become manager."

"Glad you did. Even the smallest of roles can have such a big impact." Recalling a few of your missions, you could feel how the confidence push made her shine even more.

"Okay, ladies!" Yukie now gathered your attention. "It's now time for the highlight of the night. A game of truth or dare."

Groans and giggles filled the room.

Taking a water bottle, she spun it around. Placing your hands in your jacket pockets, you manipulated the air each time the bottle faced you. The first victim had to be Yachi.

"Truth or dare, Yachi-chan." Kaori asked. When she chose truth, her cheeks flared at the question. "Who would make a great couple among the crows?"

This girl was kind but her questions were not.

"Uh, I thi-think," Hiding her face on her palms, Kiyoko and you patted her shoulders as a form of small encouragement. "D-Daichi-san and Suga-san."

Kiyoko covered her mouth and giggled. She nodded her head and agreed at the chosen 2.

The bottle was spun again. It began to slow down but with a little twitch of a finger, it landed towards Yukie. Mako took over and asked the question.

"If you could kiss any player in any of the schools here, which player would you go for?"

Tapping her index on the tip of her nose, she hummed and snapped her finger.

"Kenma." The other girls were a little shocked at her answer. When asked why, she merely shrugged and took a chip. "He's pretty interesting. And his pudding hair reminds me of food."

"Ahh." Both Kaori and you agreed and nodded. Her answer now made sense knowing that she had a thing for food.

The bottle was spun once again and this time it landed a safe distance away. The next to be questioned was Mako. Her question was who among the players would she take to the locker room and spend 7 minutes of heaven with. Yukie was definitely not lazy when it came to interrogations. Thank goodness you had a quirk.

“Kuroo would probably be fun to take into a closet but I think he’s a little too flirty for me.” She managed her thoughts out loud. Staying silent for a few seconds, she finally stated her answer. “Maybe Akaashi-san would be nice. He’s really respectful and pretty.”

The girls began to ‘ooh’ and giggle at her choice. Your two co-managers stared into your soul. Avoiding any sort of eye contact, you turned to face Yachi and sparked a conversation with her. That had to be the worst decision you made for the night. Being a bit too engrossed at such a random topic, you failed to take note of the bottle.

“Yo~ (y/n)~” Yukie’s lazy voice sent chills down your spine. Eyes widening at the realization that you forgot to focus your quirk on the bottle, you uttered a few curse words. “So, what’s with you and Akaashi?”

Mako gasped and covered her mouth. Telling her it was okay, you tried to wiggle your out.

“That’s not really a truth question.”

“Okay.” She crossed her arms and merely gave a lazy smirk. “If given the chance, would you take him to the rooftop and kiss him, tonight?”

“Why not?” You shrugged.

“Noted.” Kaori mumbled to herself, enough for you to hear. “Now that that’s over with, how ‘bout we do an open forum? Like what do you guys wanna talk about? Anything bothering you?”

Things went smoothly after that. Feeling a bit sleepy, you stifled a yawn and stretched without moving. Not that their problems or thoughts weren’t interesting, it was just the fact that today was a rather long day and the futon was very inviting. Reaching for your phone, you checked your messages and found Asami had replied.

Asami-chan: AAHHHH YOU BIIITSHH!! HOW DARE YOU TAKE A PICTURE WITH MY BOKUTO?! AND HOW DARE YOU DID NOT TAKE A SOLO PIC OF HIM?!

You: Drool. Chill. I’ll take one tomorrow.

Opening your mother’s response, you had to love how she sent a full on paragraph about how you should take care and that she misses you even more and a lot of fluffy words that made you smile. Reading the last part, you simply texted you loved her.

The last of the messages was sent no more than 4 minutes ago.

Akaashi: Good evening. Are you awake?

You: Yeah. We’re having a girl’s night here.

It was a bit of a shocker to see that he was now replying.

Akaashi: If you’re hungry, I have a snack bar.

You: Is it even allowed to go out of the rooms this time of night?

Akaashi: It’s still early. And Bokuto-san is still practicing with Kuroo-san so I have some spare time.

You: Can’t get enough of me?

Akaashi: I’ll meet you by the entrance.

Heart beating faster, you were now in a cinch. With the way the girls night was going, for sure you would be teased no doubt if you would mention his name. More so that the question given to you involved the person you were about to meet. Thinking about a reason, you stood up and went towards your bag. Rummaging aimlessly, you saw a napkin and nodded to yourself.

“I’ll be back.” Waving the item, the girls shooed you till you closed the door. Thus began the small run towards the entrance. When the last flight of stairs came, you slowed down and walked. Gotta catch your breath and not look like a fool.

“Hello to you.” You greeted him when you saw him. God he looked so good even with the dim lighting the area had to offer. In his hand were two snack bars. His drenched towel rested on his shoulder. Taking the bar, you sat beside him. Even with all the sweat, he smelled good. “You tired?”

“A bit.” He rolled his left shoulder. “Bokuto-san and Kuroo-san got into a competition and it so happens that I was the only setter in gym 3.”

“Oh.” Fidgeting with the bar, you inhaled and took a big bite. “I, uhh, can massage your shoulders if you want? I have pretty dandy hands”

“You don’t have to.” He stared at his shoes and wiped some non-existent sweat. The prospect of a shoulder massage would be very nice, he had to admit. But the thought of being seen by those two asses in the nearby gym was not good. Scanning the area, he saw the sprinting hill and waited if you would insist.

“I don’t mind.” Tucking a hair behind your ear, you bit your tongue and tried to calm down. “There’s not much malice in it anyway.”

Malice? Where and why did you even think of that word? Wondering why Akaashi stood up, he motioned for you to follow him. When he extended a hand, you didn’t need it but who could resist? Holding on to it, the both of you began to climb up the small sprinting area. Making sure that both of you were now behind the tree, he sat down and leaned on the trunk.

“So, uh, you can face that way to…” Fighting villains was nothing, but having to massage this sweaty man’s shoulders was a feat itself. When he followed instructions, you were now face to shoulder with Akaashi Keiji. This was even scarier when you had to battle with one of the eight precepts of death. With shaky hands, you warned Akaashi that you were about to start. He merely hummed.

When your palms touched his damp shirt, you activated your quirk to aid in relaxing his muscles. One of the advantages of having a quirk like yours was how you could manipulate the heat of your palms. Whenever you had sore or overworked muscles, a massage with your quirk always made you feel a thousand times better within a few minutes. Akaashi leaned in on your touch and let out an exhale. He could feel the effects of what you were secretly doing.

“You really do have dandy hands.” He praised you. Your small fingers delicately massaging the soreness away was something not even his own mother could do. Not wanting to strain you any further, he held on to your hands to signal you to stop. Peering over his shoulder, he gave a small smile and told you that was more than enough.

Leaning back on the trunk, he was amazed at how his body felt much more energized than last time. With your hand still being held by his, he stared at them for a moment before letting go. At the same time, the both of you missed the warmth and small tug.

“Thanks for the massage, (l/n).”

“No big deal.” Feeling that you used a small chunk of your quirk, you were silently thankful he still held on to your hand for an extended period of time. Though, when he let go, you kinda wished he didn’t. “Thanks for the snack bar, Akaashi.”

“Consider it payment for the massage.”

“Hey, hypothetical question.” Seeing him nod, you continued. “What if you, uhh, wake up one morning and find yourself in a completely different world; Different people, environment, everything. What would you do?”

“Hmm…” Giving him a few minutes, you were curious as to what his answer would be. “I’d probably lose my mind for the first couple of days. But I guess I could get information to see if it’s safe or dangerous. What about you?”

“I’d do the same thing.” The crickets were now chirping in the background. A soft breeze passed the both of you causing the leaves to rustle. “What if you met someone in that world? And they make you feel that there’s more to life than having to protect others constantly? Hypothetically, of course.”

“I don’t know.”

“Honestly, same.”

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a/n: hihihi just a sprinkle of drama in this chapter :) hoping ya’ll like this! Akaashi’s lineup still accepting players! Drop a comment or message me if ya’ll wanna be listed :)

[drkcnry67]

dont let me fall (day 1)

AN: @obxmermaid​ here is day 1: Ice skating!

Fandom Universe: Harry Potter

pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

tags: having a quiet moment on the ice, fighting to have a forbidden school romance, Draco meeting the reader to the ice rink in a secluded part of school grounds on break during the day and the 2 of them use their school shoes to skate on the ice

25 days of hogwarts list

this was your 5th year at hogwarts, this year was one of great importance, for this was the year of you starting to tutor. you had tutored partially this last year, but it was a strange start to your tutoring career, for you got assigned to tutor one student in particular. 

Draco Malfoy, from a pureblood family his father a death eater and a follower of Voldemort. you were a strong opponent in dueling and now in quidditch. for you made quidditch captain within your first few games. 

He was also unfortunately a quidditch captain except he played for Slytherin. the captains tent for Ravenclaw (your house) was shared with Slytherin (Draco’s house) sadly though this was only for show. 

as always you sent a fire message to Draco asking to meet in the captains tent to discuss the practice schedule, but also the tutoring schedule it was the most private place away from prying eyes to meet. 

For during the summer in the last few days before the train boarded to go to hogwarts you and Draco bumped into each other. It went something like this:

Draco: YN, how are you?

Yn: Draco, I'm good, yourself!?

You ask casually as though waiting for a miracle. 

Draco: hiding from my family. 

YN: well maybe i can help you hide a bit. 

Draco: what did you have in mind?

YN: we could hide amongst the muggles. 

Draco: you mean hide in plain sight, live like normal people for a few days.

YN: exactly besides then we could actually be a normal couple for once in our almost year together!

Draco: lets go... 

you both went to olivanders and begged him to let you both use his flue travel. he said he would keep your secrets and you would both be safe from the authorities.  that was the start of your first few days as a normal muggle couple. 

after that the start of your 5th year together, you were 16. your 17th birthday would come at the end of your 5th year. draco’s birthday was a month and a bit before yours. 

this made you feel like a normal person the day that Draco first approached you not for quidditch but for tutoring. this was the time when you would now start to build something other than a rivalry with Draco. 

Draco and you had waited a month and a bit before you would meet in the astronomy tower for the tutoring schedule. to have the first tutoring session, plus you would get to greet each other properly... if no one else was around. 

you and draco had your first kiss that final time in the quidditch tent at the end of your 4th year. it was your magical time, it was your own happy ever after. or at least the start of it anyway. 

Draco had slipped you a note on the split off to the dorms. you opened it when you got to your dorm. you made sure no one was around first before opening it. 

Draco’s note: meet me in the tent during spare... i have something to show you... love Draco...

you smiled hiding the note hearing voices approaching. one of them Hermione, the other Harry. both looking at you smiling like a idiot. 

Harry: are you alright YN?

YN: of course why wouldnt i be...

Hermione: why are you smiling ear to ear and why are you giggling.

you had to come up with something believable.

YN: i was talking with the constellations on the ceiling that leo was telling some really good jokes. made me smile. 

Hermione came to sit beside you.

Hermione: your parents again. 

YN: yes they insist on showing me suitor after suitor when i dont want any of those pompus annoying dirtbags, i want someone real and honest and happy to be with me for me. i just want someone of my choosing, not of my parents choice.

you take a breath as a few tears fall.

YN: i just want to be with someone i love and that loves me in return. 

Hermione: dont worry girl, you will find your special person. 

Harry: of course you will trust me its never an easy thing talking to the opposite sex especially if they arent your friend. you just have to make sure that you keep it either within our house or a wizard elsewhere.  

YN: i know but what if my future lies outside of what im supposed to do.  

Hermione: well then we will cross that bridge when we come to it.

You nod as you realize that there is a few moments till charms. then its your spare where Draco wants to meet to give you a surprise. you would be livid if the next hour didnt go by quickly. 

you kept your cool, you didnt show any excitement. though it didnt help that you could feel Draco’s eyes on you the entire time. you were in your own state of mind. you were just thinking about how this entire time your destiny has been right in front of you. 

professor flitwick: alright class who would like to come up here and show us a new charm they learned over the summer! 

You looked back slightly “stretching” your neck Draco nodded slightly to you. you stood up and spoke.

YN: ill demonstrate one professor, but ill need a volunteer... 

meanwhile draco was looking a little bored, he was keeping up his image. 

Professor flitwick: how bout you Mr. Malfoy you look like your kind of bored. come on down, front and center. 

the class watched as draco made his way from his seat to stand before the class. the rivalry between the 2 of you was legendary, well at least among hogwarts anyway. 

Draco: YN

YN: draco

Draco: let me guess the little girl learned some new spells over the summer...lets see this little magic trick...

You pulled out your wand and stood ready. you stare directly at Draco holding his gaze as you speak the spell. 

YN: SILENCIO

the spell was cast. Flitwick was impressed.

Flitwick: impressive YN, very impressive, keep it up and you could possibly take over my class some time. well, Mr Malfoy how do you feel?

Draco’s mouth was now moving but no sound was coming out. the class laughed as the bell rang, people began to get up and gather their stuff, Flitwick waved his wand allowing Draco to speak again. 

Flitwick: don't forget students to speak to YN if you need any help with your studies and work on your wrist movements. there will be a physical spell test before the holiday break.  see you all tomorrow!

the class dismissed, you walked out of the room with Harry, Hermione and Ron. splitting off to go on your spare. which meant dropping your books off at the dorm and then getting ready to meet Draco.  you heard a bunch of merry excitement...

you looked out your window and see a fresh blanket of snow coating the grounds. you decided that your house colors and some winter shoes/jacket would be an appropriate attire. 

you head off for a walk on the grounds in the snow. sticking to the path you take a spin in the snow falling snow. straightening up for the final approach to the tent. you wave your hand silently spelling the tent, to prevent anyone who might hear anything said. 

you enter the tent. Draco’s head turns toward you.

Draco: your early...

YN: no im right on time. sorry about charms class. i was really trying to demonstrate a simple spell that wouldnt get me into deep trouble. i know now that i am happiest when im with you, or reading your little notes, or happily walking through the streets as a normal couple. i know that my future is lucky to have you in it. 

Draco: how could you think that i would be mad over you demonstrating that spell to the class. i was amazed when you cast that. you continue to surprise me every day, and as long as i live i will not let anyone tear us apart. even if i have to give up a part of myself so we can be together. 

YN: now whats your surprise. ive been itching to know. 

Draco: use the same spell thats on the tent on us. we dont want to be heard. 

you do so, Draco takes your hand and smiles as you both walk outside to see the ground now covered in snow. but one thing remained to be seen. an ice rink...

Draco: watch this ive been practicing... call this a demonstration of what you had me study. 

Draco stands beside you wand at the ready pointing it at the snow in front of you. 

Draco: Glacius!

in a few short seconds a rink of ice had been formed before your eyes. you smiled a few moments before moving to hug Draco. 

YN: this is amazing. well done on that spell. but we dont have any skates... 

Draco: we dont need them. come on we just have to smile as we walk gently across the ice. 

Draco takes your hand and both of you walk onto the ice. Your shoes slide a bit, but between the laughter and slipping you got lost in Draco's eyes, that made you loose your balance. You knocked you both into the snow.

The laughter became softer as the gaze you both held now calm expressions of love expressed through soft kisses.

The both of you got up brushed the snow off each other and then heard the curfew warning bell.

Walking halfway back to the school made things easier to say goodbye but it also made things easier to keep up appearances.

One more kiss before you parted ways. You went back inside and Draco waited a full 5 minutes before he followed.

You make it back to your shared dorm and you go sit on the bed, Hermione come in short while later.

Hermione: how was your walk?

Yn: it was amazing! For the fresh snowfall it is really nice out. I went to the quidditch tent and checked the schedule apparently ravenclaw is versing slytherin tomorrow. That means the press will want more draco/ YN rivalry.

Hermione: well let's rest up, it's a new day tomorrow.

Yn: ya it is. Night cuz!

With that you both went to sleep. Draco had made it back to his dorm room and sent u a little text message saying "good night my sweet love." before he too drifted off.

*to be continued*

[johnnyprofane1]

How to Get Diagnosed #ActuallyAutistic in Just 26 Years

First off, this is not a poor-me story.This is a journey to #AutisticJoy story…

I’m a singer/songwriter, pretend Rock Star with a decent following… after at least 5 other careers.

I’m also #ActuallyAutistic. Or my fave hashtag… #AutisticAF.

Two most frequent private-message questions I get?

Not about lyrics, my guitar playing, or even my mohawk…

1. Could I be autistic?

2. Should I get a diagnosis?

Well, here’s my way-long, way-detailed, way genuinely autistic answer…

I was born in 1953. Long before autism or Asperger’s were widely discussed in medicine or popular culture. More or less, just beginning in the 70s.

At least by 1957, at 4, I knew I was “different.” Family and neighbor kids told me so.

A lot.

In kindergarten, a teacher reported I was unusually creative, but “stayed to myself.” After 2nd grade intelligence testing, I was tagged “gifted.”

But my behavior was “odd.” Solitary. Formal in speech, a know-it-all. “Insensitive to context,” liked talking and playing in class. “Inattentive” to lessons.

I had one close friend at a time… In fact, only one I remember in all of primary school. In 4th & 5th grade. Jeff.

Wonder what he’s been up to the last 56 years…

My intelligence: uneven. My reading skills were off the chart, but verbal learning, most of education at the time, was difficult for me. Math tested high, but I was so impulsive on quizzes, I needed remedial classes.

Tests were a silly game to me. It was fun to be the first-one-done. I couldn’t have cared less about grades. I’m a process-, not results-oriented guy.

And most glaring? I was disliked, even hated, by schoolmates, cousins, perhaps even parents.

I was a target for mockery, hate speech, bullying, physical and sexual attack, and later molestation. And universal disappointment: “You’re not living up to your potential.”

A history of dozens of jobs, dozens of relocations, lost years in a cult, lost years in badly matched relationships…

And honestly? A history of causing great pain to others. Inadvertently perhaps, but not always. Then circling back to the couple of decades in what most would label a “cult…”

Something was just not right with this picture.

I first sought diagnosis at 17 following suicide attempt #1 in 1970. The experience was horrific.

I felt badgered by the therapist, “I know you have a secret you want to tell me.” I wanted so badly to please her. But had no idea what I was feeling, much less why.

As still happens under great stress, I temporarily lost language ability. I became mute. Which has several times been interpreted as “resistance,” “guardedness,” or even “passive aggression” by “helping” professionals.

I didn’t try therapy again until my first year in grad school, 1980. The psychiatrist summarily dismissed me without a plan when I didn’t respond to imipramine (an anti-depressant)– possibly I pissed him off. I seem to have a talent for stepping on therapist toes.

But in 1991, I entered the mental health system and essentially never left. Every new psychiatrist, psychologist, therapeutic social worker confidently diagnosed me… with something entirely different.

Between 1991 and 2016, I was diagnosed with adjustment disorder, major depression, type II Bipolarity, rapid cycling bipolarity, malingering, borderline personality disorder, dissociative disorder NOS (including discussion of multiplicity), PTSD….

There have been additional discussions of various anxiety disorders (especially social anxiety), attention deficit, schizophrenia, TIAs, stroke damage…

Pretty sure I’m leaving a few out.

With each new diagnosis, each and every professional confidently told me he or she had nailed it.

This time…

And they could help.

I was medicated accordingly with imipramine, Prozac and all the modern SSRIs, Welbutrin, Effexor, Lithium, depakote, tegretol, gabapentin, klonapin, lorazepam, respirdal, the occasional syringe of haldol, provigil and other narcolepsy drugs, sleep aids, supplements like fish oil, more I’ve forgotten….

And offered suggestions of Abilify, Seroquel, other anti-psychotics, electro-shock (ECT)…

As well as therapies including Jungian, supportive, interpersonal, analytical, psychodynamic, cognitive, task-centered, solution focused, dialectical behavior, cognitive behavioral…

I was myself a counselor from 2001 to 2011. Strange, but true.

Not one of these interventions helped me materially.

Not one.

And I experienced some very concerning side effects: tics, emotional numbness, difficulty thinking, feeling like a stranger in a strange mind. I totally gave up on treatment and medication in 2011. Bouts of suicidality ensued.

A very few friends and one wife threw the term autistic around over the years, but I never followed up. It seemed so unlikely. I was so bright. So articulate. Even somewhat successful… for a few months at a time.

And without conscious awareness, I had become adept at hiding the fact I was actually dysfunctional… perhaps the majority of the time.

Plus, I could pass for “normal” by masking… when not under stress. I learned by junior high to practice my favorite classmates’ neurotypical behavior in the bathroom mirror. Hide stimming, meltdowns, panic attacks, the total autistic burnouts lasting sometimes months, years…

In 2011, the intimacy of the most successful relationship of my life forced me to look inwardly as deeply as I could in order to avoid losing my third wife. (We are still together, deeply in love, but live in separate houses a few hundred feet apart. She needs breaks from my intensity. I find even her company exhausting after a few hours.)

My now-third wife had a family member with “high-functioning” autism, what we used to call Asperger’s (and what we now call, simply, autism). Watching this young boy negotiate his world was like watching myself in a magnifying mirror.

We had so many behaviors in common. Mine were just somewhat better disguised. With my wife’s encouragement in 2012, I began reading articles, books, online forums…

In 2016, when we separated briefly, I finally re-entered therapy. This time, I contacted various experts in adult autism through Indiana University’s Indiana Institute For Disabilities Community (IIDC).

Bingo.

Every symptom…Explained.

Every “flaw” in my character… traced back to this pervasive developmental diagnosis.

I am making progress in a kind of task-oriented counseling. Working on strategies to accommodate characteristics that just ain’t gonna change…

But the key gifts that external, credible diagnosis gave me:

Accepting I really am different, with very different needs from neurotypical folks.

Providing for those needs, as I discovered them. For instance, understanding my “special interests” are not hobbies. They are central to my survival. My job.

Reducing stimulation, sensory & social. Accepting I will have few intimate relationships in my life and becoming cautious about “friendships,” only those few folks who take the long, long journey to know and like me. After a lifetime naively assuming each new stranger was a new friend, my motto became, “Don’t like me? Don’t hang.”

Spending unashamed time… alone. I have a radical need for autonomy, while simultaneous difficulty managing independence when any other human is present. As much as I crave intimacy, I must manage my time with humans. Say less than 5 minutes with a stranger before anxiety or panic sets in, maybe 2 hours with my wife. Which brings me to…

Over the last few years, I’ve not only experienced reduction in anxiety, depression, suicidality, dissociation, night terrors, meltdowns, panic… I’ve come to realize my natural state.

Finding love. My neurotypical wife and I respect, admire, encourage, and desire one another. Pretty much a first for me.

Autistic joy.

Not disease…

Joy.

When I’m creating words or music, walking alone in Nature, watering my garden, cooking, fermenting pickles, making bread, decorating, yard sale-ing, reading, loving my pets, meditating, even shaving…

I’m in the flow.

There is no time. There is no space. No surroundings. No memory. No pain. Just lizard-warming-in-the-sun…

Joy.

Everything that restricts that joy? Gotta go. Good riddance…

So, diagnosis?

Yeah.

That’s my story.

And this time, I’m sticking to it.

[ichigopanhpff]

BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 17

Read Ch. 16 | Masterlist

SPOILER ALERT: We in the U.A. Festival Arc now. You’ve been warned!

The final preparations in U.A. were in full swing and tomorrow was the big day. Everyone was so busy, no one in 1-A had time to goad Ren about the sleeping photo, much to her relief. But that didn’t stop Tomoe and Seri from tag-teaming their interrogation skills while working on finalizing staging props and curtains.

“We all fell asleep in the common area. That’s all that happened. I swear,” Ren hard confirmed, holding up defensive hands.

“Do you want me to cut his hands off?” Seri glowered and transformed her nails into talons.

“N-No!” the pink-haired girl stuttered out. “And put those away! You’re gonna tear up the curtain!”

“Think he has a thing for you?” Tomoe asked in a teasing tone while tending to the curtain’s draw rope. “It’s not uncommon, y’know.”

Ren choked on her rice ball upon hearing that and chased the stuck kernels down by chugging her bottle of green tea. She sighed aloud having the coughing fit pass.

“I assure you, he doesn’t,” she deadpanned. “Admittedly, he has been much more sociable as of late and is making the effort to change himself,” she finished with a small smile on her lips.

Her two friends audibly hummed and looked on with deceptive interest, their chins resting on their hands with matching single arched brows.

“Seems like you’ve been paying a lot of attention then,” Seri ridiculed with a devilish smirk.

“I have to write weekly updates to Aizawa-sensei to let him know his hatchlings are behaving!” she defended with a huff.

“If you wanna put it that way, sure,” Tomoe dismissed with a tone of dubiousness.

“Okay. You got me.” Ren heaved a loud defeated sigh and crossed her arms. “You guys obviously know something I don’t, so you may as well spill it.”

Seri and Tomoe looked at each other with a blank stare and then back to their annoyed but lovable friend.

“You’ve been smiling a lot more,” they simultaneously blurted out.

“Well, it’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Tomoe added.

“But you’ve been changing as well, Ren-Ren, as oblivious as you are with most things,” Seri finished with a gentle smile. “Our juniors have had quite the influence on you.”

Before she could respond, a sudden slap of a harisen* slammed down by their feet, making all of their shoulders jolt from shock. The three gingerly creaked their heads up to see their very irate Miyake staring down.

“I see your lips moving more than your hands. Isn’t that nice you three can be this free the night before the festival,” 2-A’s class rep glowered with obvious irritation. A visible vein pulsated on his right temple.

“Holy shit, his aura’s pitch black,” Tomoe quivered out and nervously gulped.

“C-Class rep, we’ll be fine,” Ren stammered unconvincingly. “The rehearsals are going fine and the costumes are nearly done. Tomorrow will be–”

A sudden high-pitched scream interrupted the conversation. The entire class ran to the center of the gym to see a girl with long ink black hair keeled over, holding her ankle and sobbing.

“Hayasaka! Are you okay?!” one of the performers asked.

“I think… I sprained my ankle,” the girl whimpered out and winced when she tried to move. “I don’t think I can stand.”

“I’ll take her to Recovery Girl. You guys stay put,” Miyake instructed and carried the injured girl bridal style. While their classmate was being examined, dress rehearsal grind to a halt. 2-A stood idly by with worry until they saw their class rep come back alone moments later.

“How’s Yui-chan doing?” Seri asked with concern.

He heaved a heavy sigh before answering.

“Sprained ankle and turns out she had small stress fractures on her tibia,” he gravely announced. “Recovery Girl’s done what she can, but the swelling won’t go down for a few days.”

“What are we gonna do?! The show’s tomorrow and she’s one of our leads!” one student panicked.

Miyake closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pointing to Ren.

“Takahiro, you will take Hayasaka’s place tomorrow,” Miyake declared.

“Wait, me?!” she exclaimed and pointed to herself with a startled look. “I don’t even know the choreography, let alone fit in the costume!”

“We don’t have anyone else!” he barked back, the stress finally overtaking him. “I originally let you slide in performing because I wanted you to focus on the manuscript. And our class already lacks the manpower due to our size!”

“Takahiro please,” her classmates pleaded.

“This is your show and we all worked so hard at it,” Ito requested.

Lightly gritting her teeth, Ren clicked her tongue in annoyance and ruffled the back of her head. It would be a damn shame to the guests if they couldn’t perform because of one small mishap. Everyone put in their maximum efforts to produce this. She had to shove her pride aside.

“… I’ll do my best,” she grumbled out with slumped shoulders. The whole class erupted into cheers of relief. She then turned to Higuchi, the choreographer. “Just give me the basics of the moves.”

“We’re going about this in a very lassiez-faire way. If you want to improv, you’re more than welcome to,” Higuchi encouraged.

Rehearsals continued with Ren in the mix, trying to nail down the feelings of a scene, choreography and frantic last minute costume adjustments. Hound dog-sensei eventually came by to kick them out at 9pm when making his rounds. A sense of unease bubbled at the pit of her stomach.

Of all the people to injure themselves, it had to be one of the primadonnas of the show!

Hayasaka Yui was the class beauty of 2-A and had talent to boot; her quirk was perfect to fill the role too. On top of that, she’s the class rep’s girlfriend. Taking Yui out of commission put a lot of pressure on her to perform.

If Ren were to make a comparison, it was like replacing a graceful dancing Japanese Red Crown Crane with a muskovy duck.

What shitty luck, she thought to herself and face palmed. Her brain at this point was running on fumes and didn’t want to think anymore. The balls of her feet were aching and so were her deltoids from holding proper dance form for over three hours. She entered the dorms the same time as the rest of 1-A, where they tiredly greeted one another. Dragging herself to the common area, she flopped down on a free spot next to Iida like a rag doll.

“Senpai? You okay?” Kaminari voiced out. “You look like you aged ten years.”

“If I wasn’t so tired right now,” Ren groaned out. “I’d punch you in your stupid face.”

She told them what happened during dress rehearsals today and revealed her sudden impromptu involvement.

“That’s very unfortunate to hear,” Iida commented with a sympathetic tone. “I hope your classmate recovers soon. But you’ll be able to pull it off. You’re a very capable senpai, after all.”

“Where will your performance be anyway?” Jiro asked. “I wanna see it after we’re done with ours.”

“I think it’s at Gym Gamma...” she blurted out tiredly and rubbed her face. “We’re one of the last shows of the day after the beauty pageant.”

Ren heaved out a heavy sigh like she was near death.

“Maybe if I keep telling myself ‘it’ll be fine’, it’ll happen.”

“You’ve gone through worse,” Todoroki voiced out. “You’ll be fine.”

“Oh, the boyfriend speaks,” Ashido chided.

“Boyfriend?” Ren asked with a confused tone. Her body suddenly found the energy reserves and jolted up from the couch upon remembering the photo. Her ears started going red. “N-No! Mina-chan! It’s not like that!”

“That photo said otherwise,” the pink girl teased in a singsong tone with a grin.

“Todo-kun! Explain what happened that morning!” Ren demanded. He merely stared at her in confusion.

“She’s talking ‘bout this, dude.” Kaminari pulled up the photo to show him.

“Don’t show him the picture!” Their R.A. whisper screamed since some people already went to sleep and gripped her hair by the roots.

Todoroki glanced over at Kaminari’s phone and simply let out an “oh.”

“I can see how that can be misinterpreted,” the hetero-chromatic boy realized. “Ren-senpai just looked really comfortable to sleep next to, that’s all.”

“She does have some really good shoulders to lean on,” Jiro admitted. “Like all your worries are whisked away.”

“Okay. Neither one of those statements helped. At all,” she blankly responded with a drooped shoulders.

“But you were though,” he repeated with a sense of innocence. Jiro, Kirishima and Kaminari were snickering and not trying their hardest to hold their laughter in.

“I’m gonna go shower and sleep.” Ren immediately got off of the couch and detached herself from the conversation; she knew nothing she said now would fix the misunderstanding.

“Do you need Todoroki to cuddle you to sleep tonight too?” Jiro playfully teased.

Not having enough energy for a verbal threat, the R.A. merely walked away flipping her off. She went up and grabbed her stuff before teleporting down to the girls’ bathroom to wash up. Feeling completely relaxed and refreshed 20 minutes later, she zipped back up to the 4th floor and saw the silhouette of a familiar two-toned hair colored boy waiting by her room door in the dark hallway.

“Todo-kun, what’s wrong?” she whispered to grab his attention, trying not to wake up anyone else.

All he did was point to the door, indicating he wanted to talk inside. She opened it and let him in before gently closing it. Perhaps it was the mood lighting in her room at night, but he found his heart slowly calming down after entering. He parked his seat on the carpeted floor right at the foot of her bed.

“So… what’s up?” she spoke softly and went into the bathroom to drape her used towel onto the rack before coming back out to sit across from him.

“Did I… do something wrong?” he suddenly asked.

“I… don’t think so?” she replied in confusion with matching eyebrows.

“It’s just that you seemed upset about the photo of us Jiro sent around.”

“I wasn’t upset, just...” She awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t like misunderstandings, is all.”

“What was there to misunderstand though?” he asked with genuine confusion. “We were all sleeping in the common room together. So why did they make a big deal with just us?”

Ren didn’t know whether his mind was really that pure or he really didn’t have a clue as she stared at him incredulously.

“It was the way we were sleeping,” she elaborated. “And when I was trying to move away this morning, you pulled me into your chest. This is stuff… couples do.”

She stared at him as he processed what she said and the look on his face was like a light bulb going off.

“Oh. Well, we should clarify it with everyone.”

“I think we’re well past that point,” she replied with a tone of dejection with a wry smirk. “Just leave ‘em be. Anything we say now will just make it worse.”

“I’ll be better next time,” he apologized and scratched the side of his face with his index finger. “I’ve never been good at reading social situations like these.”

“As long as you’re making the effort, it’s fine,” she reassured with a small smile.

“I’m just glad we cleared things up,” Todoroki said with a gentle grin gracing his lips. “You really were comfortable to sleep next to though,” he confessed.

Ren couldn’t do anything other than let out a chuckle and lightly shook her head.

“Was I really?” she playfully questioned and crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s one of the better sleeps I’ve had as of late.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’m just… able to fully relax when I’m around you for some reason.”

The pink-haired girl could immediately feel the apples of her cheeks get warm and gripped the hem of her over-sized pajama shirt.

“You should… phrase your words better, Todo-kun,” she blurted out and looked away. “Were you to say that to anyone else, they may think you’re interested in them romantically.”

“Is that so?” he blinked dumbly. “I’ll be more careful.”

Todoroki shifted from where he was and made his way next to Ren. He then gently placed his head on her right shoulder, catching the fresh scent of her apple and mint shampoo with a hint of eucalyptus on his nose and closed his eyes.

“Todo-kun?”

“I just need five minutes, then I’ll go back to my room,” he spoke in a hushed manner by her ear. The bass in his voice shot tingles down her neck.

Huffing a light sigh of defeat, she let him remain and naturally found herself leaning her head on top of his.

“Just don’t fall asleep here. We’ll never hear the end of it from everyone.”

* Slapping fan made from paper

[signals-over-the-air]

Javid Canon Era

Okay so these are for @and-i-lostmy-shoe !!! I actually did research for these so that’s new also i’m sO sorry I got carried away

Okay

So in my headcanons, these two got together very soon after the strike

Like, a few hours after

The celebrations are just dying down, and Davey finally gets Jack alone on the fire escape of the lodging house

They’re both leaning on the railing, looking down over the still-celebrating boys that they led together

Davey is the one to break the silence

“Y’know, Jack, I wasn’t so sure that you were going to stay.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“You always were talking about Santa Fe, and when you finally got the chance to go, you stayed. What made you stay?”

Jack glances towards Davey to answer, left hand rubbing the back of his neck

“Oh... y’know... I ain’t about to leave these boys on their own, They’s too chaotic, Race couldn’t handle ‘em on his own.”

Davey’s gaze falls back to the streets

“Oh...”

Jack places a hand on Davey’s shoulder, causing Davey to turn towards him

“That ain’t it, though. There’s more.”

Davey raised an eyebrow at Jack, arms crossed loosely over his chest

“What else?”

Jack looks anywhere but Davey, wringing his cap in his hands

“I, uh, met someone. They’s super smart, and they’s crazy good with words. I wanna get to know ‘em, ya know?”

Davey’s face fell

“Yeah, Kath is pretty great.”

Jack sighed, bringing Davey’s attention back to him

“I wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout Kath, Davey”

“Then wh—“

Davey realized who Jack meant mid-sentence, and gasped

“You mean—?”

“Yeah...”

Davey was frozen for a moment before he grabbed the collar of Jack’s shirt and dragged him into a kiss that left both boys breathless

They stayed up on the fire escape well into the night, trading kisses and talking

September 4th, a few weeks after the strike, Davey didn’t show up to buy his papers

Les was missing, too, which caused Jack even more concern

As soon as he was done selling for the day, he ran to the Jacob’s house and climbed the fire escape to Davey’s window

He saw Davey pulling on a tie, placing a kippa on his head, and wrapping a scarf around his shoulders

Jack frantically knocked on the window, alerting Davey to his presence

Davey rushed to open the window

“Jack? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the lodging house?”

“Shouldn’t you have been at the circulation desk? What’s all this?” Jack asked, gesturing to Davey’s clothes

“It’s Erev Rosa Hashanah, didnt I tell you?”

“...No? What’s that?”

“It’s the night before one of the most important Jewish holidays of the year. We’ve been cleaning the house all day, and I have to be at the synagogue in.... 18 minutes.”

“But Davey, I ain’t know nothin’ about this— this holiday, what is it?”

“Alright, one second, I have an idea—“

Davey runs to his bedroom door and yells to his mother in Yiddish for a moment, exchanging a few words, before joining Jack at the window

“I really don’t have time to explain it right now, but you’re welcome to come back in 2 hours. We’re going to have our Rosh Hashanah feast, and my Mom is making her famous chicken— I know that’s your favorite.”

Jack thinks about the offer for a minute, then agrees, sending Davey off to Synagogue

While Davey is at services, Jack heads back to the lodging house to clean himself up

He takes a quick bath, shaves, and puts on his cleanest shirt and pants

He even makes an effort with his hair, which he usually doesn’t do

Two hours later, Jack arrives at the Jacobs’ house all ready for dinner

They welcome him in, and Jack spends the dinner asking questions about Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur

Davey, Mr Jacobs, and Mrs Jacobs are happy to explain

Les is just happy Jack is over again

They invite Jack to join them one night for Shabbat

Eventually, Jack starts tagging along with them to services and attends Shabbat dinner every week

He finds the Hebrew melodies comforting, and the light from the candles familiar

Fast forward to Hanukkah

Davey shows Jack how to set up the menorah, what order to light the candles in, and even helps him stumble his way through the blessings

(Side note, but Davey totally teaches Jack bits and pieces of Yiddish and Hebrew, and when Jack’s upset, Davey will hold him close and sing to him in Hebrew)

They play a few rounds of dreidel with Les, and then watch the candles melt together in comfortable silence with their hands linked together

Jack finds such joy in hearing Davey tell the stories behind each holiday to Les

Davey uses fun voices and even acts them out a bit

On the 8th night of Hanukkah, Jack presents Davey with a gift

It’s a painting of Davey showing Les how to dance the Hora, both boys laughing and singing as the candles glow brightly behind them

Davey pulls Jack into a tight hug, tears in his eyes at the touching gesture

Their favorite holiday to spend together is Sukkot

The Jacobs live in a building with a few other Jewish families, so together they build a Sukkah that leans against the side of the building

Davey and Jack spend the night out there, a few candles lit so they can see each other

They’re curled up together under the see-through ceiling, and they stay there like that until the last possible minute

They’re exhausted while selling the next day because they stayed up all night talking and enjoying each other’s company in a way they couldn’t in every day life

Even when Davey and Jack have apartments of their own, and despite the fact that Davey now edits the paper and Jack illustrates it, they still spend all the holidays together

It’s a way for them to appreciate tradition as well as spending time together

Jack may not have been Jewish, but he wouldn’t give anything for those nights spent with Davey in the candle light

I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted and I know I got carried away

[shaykeijser]

reputation

summary: the fed-up girlfriend of billy hargrove hears bout his fight with her childhood friend steve harrington and neighbor lucas sinclair and she comes to her senses by making a tough decision

word count: 2,953 dear god i’m so sorry

warnings: asshole!billy hargrove, season 2 spoilers, break ups

a/n: hey hi what’s up long time no see. so i’ve decided that i’m gonna attempt to write again here on this site! cool! anyways, if this sucks i’m sorry - go easy and give me some feedback because i’d love to be more active. and i’m sorry this is so unnecessarily long i just haven’t written in a while and got ahead of myself. also this is set the day after the gang takes down the mind flayer. that day was monday, november 5th, 1984 according to the stranger things wikia (thanks laura!) so this is set on tuesday, the day after. oh and i’m tagging this as a steve fic and a billy fic because it’s kinda both.

You knew that dating someone who has a temper like Billy wasn't going to be easy. You knew that many arguments were to come due to his quick temper that would make you question if he really is the person you should be with. You heard all the warnings from everyone who would say that he was just going to break your heart, but you didn't listen. What everyone else had to say about your relationship didn't bother you - they didn't see the side of Billy that you had grown so fondly of ever since he moved to Hawkins. He would give you rides to and from school, flashing lazy smiles at you from the driver’s seat that left you wondering how the whole town couldn’t see him the way you did. At times he didn’t get along with some classmates, but that was just because he had planted in a small town where everyone knew everyone and was still adjusting. 

In the beginning of yours and Billy’s relationship, the tall tales of what he did back in San Diego and who he mouthed off to during basketball practice scared you. However, after a few deep midnight conversations, you felt that you knew him well enough to look past the rumors. Even the brief warnings from Nancy Wheeler, a family friend since diapers, told you weren’t enough to tarnish the Billy Hargrove that you knew.

You didn’t know why the atmosphere in Billy’s Camaro was different on this cold Tuesday morning, but it was. Max, who you had grown fond of despite Billy not having much of an interest in her, had always sat in the back whenever you were in the car with them. Today, however, she had her legs sprawled across the backseat and was humming along to the radio. Not that Max would always sit with perfect posture any other day, but she wouldn’t stretch out like that.

As you made normal small talk with Max she added more into the conversation, talking about what she was learning in Science class and how AV Club was pretty damn nerdy, but she was in it for her friends. Surprisingly, Billy was the one who talked the least during the ride. Not that he was usually chatty, but he didn’t even make a snide remark about your awful singing. Hell, he even changed the station when Max asked him, to a station that you could tell he wasn’t a fan of.

Something was different. The dynamic had changed between the siblings and you were happy it meant that they were getting along better, even if that meant that Billy was uncharacteristically quiet during your routine car rides.

Once Max was dropped off and Billy’s car was parked in the high school parking lot you both sat in silence for a moment. Usually, Billy jumped right out of the car, ready to walk you to your locker. Today though, he was taking longer to light this cigarette due to his hands shaking. When you stopped looking at the cigarette itself you saw his hands, red and slightly bruised. Then you looked at his face again and realized that his face had a few faint bruises as well, that it wasn’t just the shadows.

“Oh my god Billy!” You gasped, then lowering your voice and being flooded with sympathy as your mind started jumping to conclusions. “What the hell happened?”

His eyes remained lock on the cigarette, still attempting to light it up with his shaking hands. You took the lighter from his hands, offering to do it. He allowed you to and gave you a small smile that didn’t meet his eyes.

“Defending your honor of course.” He told you, trying to turn your attempt at confrontation into a joke, but you weren’t amused.

You pleaded with him. “Billy come on…you’re worrying me.”

“Well, it’s nothing for you to worry about.” He paused, considering what version of truth he could share. “Just some guy last night at the party you missed last night running his mouth.”

You tried your hardest not to see red. Not to let your temper and your guilty plea to change Billy overtake what should have been a normal Tuesday day. You struggled but looking into Billy’s eyes, the man that you were falling in love with was helping you.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you need to work on your violence babe…” You trailed off, not knowing how else to reach your boyfriend.

He sighed, wringing his hands together. “I know Y/N. Believe me, I’m trying. But this guy, I just didn’t know how else to react. You know I’m trying baby. You know.”

You did. Despite what it may look like from outsiders, Billy was changing and had you to thank for that. You knew that you should never go into a relationship wanting to change someone, but it honestly wasn’t all you. He wanted this too.

You kissed him briefly and squeezed his hand before walking out of the car and making your way into the school. You and Billy went your separate ways, him muttering something that you couldn’t fully understand.

As you approached your locker you saw Nancy walk to hers which was a few down from yours. When she noticed you, her eyes went into a slight panic state as she looked around, as if she was looking for a way out.

“Hey, Nance! What’s up?” You chirped, trying to blame her odd behavior on whatever possible drama could be going down between her, Steve, and Jonathan.

She looked down, avoiding eye contact. “Hi Y/N. Just stressing over that Math test, I’m going to go and talk to Paul for some help. Later!”

Despite trying to push Nancy’s strange behavior out of your head, you had to wonder what was making her run away so quickly. Sure, she cared a lot about her grades, but you knew for a fact that Math was her strong suit, especially Algebra.

Pushing past the odd start to this day, you kept your eyes on the floor as you made your way over to homeroom.

Your only friend in that class was Steve Harrington. Steve and you had a history, you were best friends up until the 4th grade when people decided that having friends with the opposite gender was weird. Despite you both not being as close anymore, you still looked forward and enjoyed the time that you both spent together, despite Billy not being a huge fan of him.

Steve was already in the seat next to you, with his trademark sunglasses oddly on indoors. (Let’s pretend the sunglasses hid his bruises okay) You greeted him, trying to start a conversation but he didn’t put much effort into it.

Despite Steve ditching the “King of Hawkins High” title you still knew that he enjoyed going to the occasional party, which led you to ask about if he went to the same party as Billy.

“Hey Harrington, what did you do last night?” You questioned.

His head snapped towards you as his breathing hitched. “Why? What have you heard?”

The fact that another one of your friends was acting strangely was beginning to concern you.

“Nothing. Billy just had some bruises on his face and knuckles.” Steve smirked at that statement for a brief moment, confusing you. “I was just curious if you were at the same place when he got into the fight.”

Steve looked at the ground, visibly struggling to find the words to answer your question. “Yes, I was at the same place. I watched the fight happen too…” He trailed off.

“You did? Who was it? He didn’t want to tell me.”

“I’m going to regret telling you this, but it was me Y/N.” As he said this he took off his sunglasses, revealing his black eye. Actually, his black eyes.

“Oh my god... I can’t believe he would lie to me about that! How could he not expect me to find out!? Did he threaten you or something?” Your heart was racing as you leaned into Steve.

“I don’t think he expected I’d tell you, or anyone for that matter.” Your eyes widened as your heart raced thinking about how many people could have witnessed the fight. “But him hurting me wasn’t even the worst part.” He confessed.

“What was then?” You questioned.

Steve took your hand, bracing himself for how you would react to this. “It was because he had Lucas pinned against a cabinet…He stormed into the Byers’ house and was flipping his shit looking for Max.” He took a deep breath as he continued, knowing fully well how fond you were of the young redhead. “I don’t know why but when he saw that she was with him, he just lost it Y/N. I’m so sorry that it happened. That I’m the one who had to tell you.”

His news hit you like a brick. The man you had dedicated months to hurt a middle schooler. It hit home that it was Lucas, he’s your neighbor and you had babysat him and his sister numerous times. You couldn’t get the image of him being violent towards Max out of your head too.

You started to connect the dots of what’s happened. Max must have felt like she had something over him, or at least she did for the moments being. Even though she adored you and Billy together, she has said on numerous occasions that she didn’t understand why you were with him. You knew that she would tell you not long after. Billy had been on edge and attempted to convince you that he still wanted to change because he knew how upset you would be when you found out. Nancy was cautious to talk to you because she didn’t want to risk telling you.

For the rest of homeroom, Steve told you more details about the fight. He didn’t really need to explain why he was at the house with The Party, it wasn’t much of a shock that he had become a babysitter because of them. He explained that Max was the one who stopped Billy from nearly killing Steve with an anesthetic. You didn’t understand why an anesthetic powerful enough to knock someone out was at the Byers’ house, but you didn’t feel like questioning any further He told you that Lucas got away from Billy by kneeing him in the groin.

Surprisingly, you didn’t feel as upset as you expected to be from the news. Steve managed to make you laugh despite how upsetting things were. Of course, you were upset at the breakup to come between you and your first potential love but with how you still had a strong support system of friends despite being in a committed relationship it wasn’t as scary as you thought a breakup would be.

billy,

meet me at my locker 15 minutes after school gets out – need to talk.

Y/N

You were grateful for the pep talks Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy was telling you. While they knew from the beginning that you and Billy most likely wouldn’t work out, they were still empathetic that this was how your relationship was ending.

“Hey darling, I got your note. What’s up?” Billy asked you when he got to your locker, 10 minutes after school let out. You left class 20 minutes before class got out, to prepare yourself for any possible excuse or explanation that he could throw at you.

Nothing could prepare you for the reality of the fight. Billy was defeated, a loss for words when you started confronting him.

“Nothing really. Just trying to wrap my head around the fact that you nearly killed Steve Harrington and tried to beat up a middle schooler.” His face deflated at those words. “And finding the best way to break up with you.”

His voice was quivering, frantically trying to change your mind. “Y/N, baby come on, don’t end this over something that doesn’t have anything to do with us. I don’t have a good excuse, but this has nothing to do with our relationship.” He takes your hands in his gently.

“Nothing!? Are you fucking serious?” You stepped towards him, trying to stop your voice from shaking and revealing how nervous you actually are. “This has everything to do with us! A relationship is supposed to be a team, you and me. When you do these things…beating up Steve, attacking Lucas, they reflect on me! I finally get how people see me – the oblivious girlfriend of the douche who has all the temper tantrums.”

You stormed away, not wanting to fight with him and deal with this anymore. It hurt letting go of your relationship but ultimately you knew that it wouldn’t end. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him for the person that he is, you did. The fights he got into just weren’t something you could handle any more.

“Steve told you all this, right? If he gets to be the one to tell you what happened can I at least be the one to explain it?” Billy pleaded.

“There’s nothing to explain. Just let me leave already.” You moved out of his way, attempting to cut the conversation short again.

“Come on Y/N, I’m your ride!”

“I’ll just find someone else! Please stop following me and don’t try talking to me again.” You yelled back, quickly walking past him.

You reached the parking lot, eyes frantic as you were looking for anyone you recognized who could give you a ride home. Finally, you saw Steve from across the lot, approaching his BMW. You yelled out his name, increasing your pace to reach him before Billy could see. You didn’t want a repeat of what happened the night prior.

“Hey Y/N/N, how’d it go down with Billy?” He questioned, leaning against his car as you reached him.

“Fine. Can I explain later? And can you give me a ride home?” You looked at your shoes, embarrassed for some reason. “Billy usually drives me and he’s probably on his way here.”

“Yeah totally, I should have offered this morning when I told you. I’ve seen you riding with him a couple times.” Steve gestured you into the car, but not before Billy made one last attempt.

“Steve Harrington! Great…” He took a deep breath, most likely attempting to control his anger. It hurt your heart, he was trying now. “Listen, I know that Y/N is a little out of your way Steve, just let me take her. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

You looked at the ground, turning towards the passenger seat of Steve’s car. “But that’s the thing. It always does with you, Billy.” You looked over at him one last time before getting into the vehicle and being taken away.  

A few weeks had passed since the breakup. Steve was giving you rides to and from school daily, sometimes you even borrowed your parent's car and drove you both. Your friendship with Steve was growing, you were both becoming fonder of each other. Nancy was coming over a lot more often too, you had voiced to her that you didn’t want to be alone and that you wanted her to stop you from isolating yourself.

“Steve?” You questioned, turning to him. You were both in his car, driving to school on a chilly November morning.

“That’s my name.”

“What do people think of me?” You asked.

Steve sighed and looked back at the road again. “God, I don’t know Y/N. Nothing really, the break up is old news by now. Why does it even matter?”

“This whole thing just sucks because he’s the first thing that comes to people’s minds when they hear my name. He’s a part of my reputation, my image. I mean, who’s going to want to be with the ex-girlfriend of Billy Hargrove?” You were laughing at this point, at this sudden realization. “He looks about ready to kill every guy who looks at me, you and Jonathan seem to be the only people he hasn’t scared off yet.”

Steve was saddened by how you were talking down to yourself. He’s enjoyed your company a lot, more than he likes to admit. He’s aware that him having romantic feelings for you isn’t ideal but he can’t really help himself. It doesn’t matter anyway, his friendship with Y/N was enough and he didn’t want to risk that.

“Y/N, come on. When people think of you, they don’t think of Hargrove. They think of your pretty little face, okay? Oh, and don’t worry about finding someone to love you again.” Steve says as he parks the car.

Once you are both out of the car you make your way over to him as he drapes his arm around your shoulders, smiling down at you.

“And how are you so sure about that Harrington?” You asked him, sighing a little as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

He smirked slightly before answering you. “First-hand experience, it’s pretty easy.” He winked at you before walking away.

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lit like a match, he glowed in the darkness

Ayyyy it’s a self-indulgent ass 4th of July thing that’s two days late featuring awkward jotaro and flirty kak *dabs*

"C'mon now, Jotaro, where's your holiday spirit?"

Jotaro rolled his eyes as his grandfather shoved an unlit sparkler and a lighter into his hands, his eyes lit in child-like glee. The 4th of July meant absolutely nothing to him, and not just because he was Japanese. But Joseph had insisted that they celebrate that year, and as usual, Holly was completely on board with her father's tomfoolery.

It was here that they found themselves; Joseph setting up fireworks in the Kujos' front yard, Holly chasing after him with a sparkler in each hand, and Jotaro sitting grumpily on the stairs. The only reason he had agreed to this nonsense was because Kakyoin had agreed to tag along for the festivities, and true to his word, he had arrived shortly after Joseph and Holly had finished setting up. He greeted them with a warm smile, saving his trademark smug grin for Jotaro.

"You're late," Jotaro said, rising to greet him. "The old man and his lackey were about to tie me to a chair with an American flag."

"I'd say I came too early, then," Kakyoin replied, stifling a chuckle with his hand. "What I wouldn't give to see that."

Jotaro simply smirked and reclaimed his spot on the stairs, Kakyoin flopping down next to him happily. Night was beginning to fall, which sent Joseph over the edge.

"So! Are you boys ready for the show of a lifetime?" he said, not bothering to conceal his excitement.

"If you're involved, it can't be all that spectacular," said Jotaro, leaning back dismissively.

His grandfather glared at him and plucked another lighter from goodness knows where, waving at him indignantly.

"Now, Jotaro, where's your patriotic spirit? There's no reason to be such a killjoy!"

"Isn't Mr. Joestar an Englishman?" Kakyoin leaned in to whisper, sending an odd bout of chills down Jotaro's spine.

"Yeah, by birth. But he moved to America sometime during his childhood, so he may as well be from there." Jotaro whispered back, keeping his tone as even as he could.

Jotaro had no idea why Kakyoin made him feel this way; they were nothing more than friends, after all, and he was more than sure that Kakyoin wanted to keep things that way. Even still, a subtle blush crept it's way across Jotaro's face, prompting him to pull his hat down to hide it. He began to get lost in all kinds of strange thoughts when a loud bang shocked him out of his reverie. Red spark trails lit up the balmy night air, fizzling out into a shower of golden lights. Joseph, Holly, and Kakyoin cheered, leaving Jotaro out as the only person who was confused as all hell. He was more than used to fireworks, but these were not the run of the mill fireworks he was used to encountering. They were bigger, louder, and a thousand times brighter.

"Jojo? Are you alright? You seem kind of frazzled." Kakyoin's concerned voice cut through Jotaro's mental haze.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." he stammered, looking everywhere but at Kakyoin.

Had they always been that close? Jotaro's hand was gently placed on top of Kakyoin's, and their shoulders were only a few inches apart. Jotaro made a move to scoot away, but Kakyoin moved with him, causing Jotaro to curse himself silently. Another firework boomed, and something in Jotaro's heart exploded along with it. Kakyoin got even closer, leaning his head on Jotaro's shoulder with a small sigh. He tensed up slightly but allowed himself a moment's respite. His heart was pounding for some odd reason, and he found himself speaking without thinking.

"Noriaki. I need to talk to you. About something important. In private."

He stiffly rose and retreated into the house, praying that Kakyoin would understand to follow him. However, in the haste of his movements, Jotaro had forgotten that he could easily outstrip Kakyoin with his longer stride.  The redhead came stumbling after him, coming dangerously close to falling more than a few times.

"Jojo," said Kakyoin, grabbing at Jotaro's wrist. "Are you sure you're feeling alright? I've never seen you move this fast in my life."

"No. I'm not. The truth is—" Jotaro's words were drowned out by an unbelievably loud bang.

Kakyoin raised an eyebrow at him, his eyes widened with concern. Jotaro sighed and ran his free hand through his hair, knocking his hat onto the ground. This was the exact opposite of what he wanted. He had put his confession out into the air, but those damned fireworks had gotten in the way. The way Kakyoin was looking at him did nothing to qualm the disquiet in his heart. It was slightly pouty with a bit of a guilty twinge to it; but above all else, it was unbearably adorable.

Jotaro took Kakyoin's other hand into his own, looking him directly in the eye to spite the butterflies in his stomach. He had decided there and then that the time for being awkward was over. He'd come clean with his feelings, and however Kakyoin felt about them would be the end of it. To Jotaro, that was the only way to solve this problem, and even if it wasn't, that was the solution he was sticking to.

"Listen. It took me a long time to realize this, but I have to get this off my chest, and at this point, I don't care if you-"

"Just get to the point, Jojo. Please."

"I..." Jotaro took a deep breath, steeling his nerves as best he could. "I like you, alright?! I've liked you for a long time, and-"

Kakyoin let go of Jotaro's wrist, grabbed his shirt collar, and dragged him hastily forward in one fluid movement. Kakyoin then tilted his chin and brought his lips to Jotaro's, releasing his iron grip on his shirt to gently caress the side of his face. Jotaro's mind went completely devoid of rational thought; the only thing left was the loud booms and snaps from outside, and the sheer softness of Kakyoin's lips. His embrace was confident, firm and cherry-sweet, with just the right amount of force behind it to make Jotaro's heart explode along with the fireworks. A pleasantly warm feeling washed over him, making Jotaro melt into Kakyoin's kiss completely. He let the hand that was previously in Kakyoin's defiant grip snake around his waist, and soon enough Jotaro found himself completely enveloped in an even warmer feeling than the one before.

All too soon, they broke apart. Kakyoin leaned in close enough to send shivers down Jotaro's spine, still gently caressing his face all the while.

"I've been waiting so, so long for you to say that," he whispered, his voice dreamily playful. "I like you too, Jojo. If you couldn't tell already, that is."

The last firework went off dramatically, sending Jotaro's heart soaring one last time. As much as he hated to admit it, he felt like a lovestruck fool, which made him blush all too heavy for his liking. Eventually, he mustered up the courage to respond, his voice shaky and still slightly half melted.

"G-good. So, we're together now, I guess."

Kakyoin softly chuckled, planting a kiss on Jotaro's cheek with a smile.

"Together we are indeed. I'd say this was quite an interesting July 4th, eh?"

"Pfft. Easy for you to say."

Jotaro slicked his hair back, not bothering to conceal his own silly grin. If this was what being in a relationship with Kakyoin was like, he could most certainly get used to it.

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The Price Of Flowers - Chap 3

Note: Well nice thing about going back to edit. All these chapters are getting larger and read better than when I first wrote them. Only downside is this editing is taking way longer than I expected it to. I’m going to keep the once a day update schedule, but I don’t know how much spare time I’m going to get to write newer chapters after I run out of buffer.

Under a cut now, because I didn’t realize how long this post was when I posted it. Let me know if the cut is causing issues where you can’t read the entire thing on mobile, and I will remove it.

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Chapter Three - What Goes Unsaid

Hunk is extremely grateful for Keith taking his place. Thanking him more than once over the phone before telling him when Lance will be by. It’s a little weird honestly. Hunk must have felt extremely bad about having dropped his plans with Lance to be so pleased.

Lance picks Keith up driving Hunk’s car, most likely another apology for ditching last minute. It hadn’t been strictly necessary. Keith could have taken them on his motorcycle, but the car did have the advantage of being much more GPS navigation friendly.

That being said, if they’d taken his bike, he’d actually know where they were going, “Seriously, I’m already in the car, it’s not like I can get out of this now. You can tell me,” Keith says, on round five of trying to convince Lance to spill the beans. Not that there is much hope of this time ending any differently than the last four rounds. Lance is by far the most stubborn member of their group. When he gets excited by something there is no talking him out of it.

“Nope, nope, nope, that would ruin the surprise,” Lance says with far too much excitement. Keith snorts, “Don’t worry you’re going to have fun, I promise. You can trust me.” Lance says grinning ear to ear, and are his eyebrows? How does somebody even move their eyebrows like that?

Keith crosses his arms, “Last time I trusted you, you picked that awful movie for us to watch,” He’s teasing, but also the melodrama really had been horrible. If they hadn’t been in a proper theater, he’s pretty sure the whole group of them would have been riffing the thing the whole way through. Probably would have improved the quality of the plot if they had.

“Hey!” Lance gasps, “I will have you know, that was a classic romance.” Lance takes a hand off the wheel to poke Keith for emphasis, “It’s not my fault your too uncultured to appreciate it.”

“It was a Disney wannabe at best,” Keith says, grinning. There is no way Lance is convincing him that that mess was a classic.

“Hmphh,” Lance turns up his nose, offended. Before Lance can come up with some biting response, he spots something in the distance and beams once again, “Hah!” Lance crows, “You’re going to eat your words. We’re here and this is going to be awesome.”

Lance pulls off into a dusty gravel parking lot, and Keith gets his first look at what he’s going to be spending the rest of his day doing.

A cheap metal building sits on the edge of some enclosed fields with what looks to be faux buildings, ramps, and various other interesting structure erected in the middle of them. Off in the distance is a forested area with a cheap wooden fort hidden behind some trees. Keith doesn’t even need to read the sign to know where he is now. Lance is right, this is going to be a blast. He hasn’t been paintballing in forever.

-

The final member of the enemy team rounds the corner, and Keith puts a yellow splash of paint across his mask before he even realizes who he has stumbled into. That’s game, and a good victory to end the day on.

“Wow,” Lance says from behind him. He looks nearly as surprised as the man who’d been shot does. Today had revealed that Lance had phenomenal aim at a distance, but up close he couldn’t match Keith’s finely honed, if a bit rusty, reaction times, “You’re really good at this,” Lance blurts out, almost like he hadn’t meant to say anything at all.

“Thanks,” Keith says, shoulder his paint gun and  beginning the trudge back to the entrance, “I used to play in high school,” He and Shiro had spent many an exciting summer afternoon running around fields just like this one, “You’re not half bad yourself.”

Lance had needed some help in the beginning. Figuring out how to breathe behind the mask without fogging up his glass and other newbie problems, but by the third game he’d been fully in the swing of things. They’d made a pretty good team. Certainly winning more games than they lost, and leaving Keith with only a minimal amount of bruises for Shiro to kiss better tonight.

That being said, Lance could really use getting more exercise. He’d gotten winded so easily today, any running at all and he was panting for breath, but then, maybe that had just been his allergies. He’d had some pretty impressive coughing fits between bouts. Keith would have thought he was coming down with something if Lance hadn’t told him otherwise.

There is small line forming in front of the equipment stall, as they cross the border for the playing field. Lance tugs off his mask, and he’s smiling, high on their win. Keith follows his lead, and he knows he’s smiling too. He’s glad he came, this had been a lot of fun. Much more so than watching a couple more episodes on Netflix would have been.

“You know,” Lance says, sounding almost sly, as they step in to wait their turn to return equipment, “We should come back here again sometime.”

That sounds like an excellent idea. Maybe next time he could bring Shiro with them. He’d have a ball getting a chance to play again, and with him and Keith on the same team, they really would dominate the entire field, “Sure, maybe next weekend?” Both he and Shiro should be free then. It didn’t seem possible, but Lance’s face lit up even more, “Shiro can come, and we’ll have a three man team.”

The light went out. Lance’s face falls, “Oh,” Lance says quietly.

Huh, what’s with that response. Did Lance and Shiro somehow have a falling out without him noticing? “Is that okay with you?” Keith asks, maybe it’s something else bothering him?

“No it’s fine, just,” Lance rubs the back of his neck, “Are you sure Shiro would want to do something like this?”

What an odd question, “Oh course he would,” Keith says, one of the worst things for Shiro while he was healing was how it limited his activity, “He loves this sort of thing.” Their mutual love of things like this was a big part of their bonding when they first met.

Lance’s expression doesn’t pick up with Keith’s assurance. They reach the front of the line, and the conversation is quickly dropped as they exchange equipment for driver’s licenses.

Lance doesn’t pick it back up until they are walking back to Hunk’s car, “The thing is,” Lance says suddenly, “There are so many guns, and you’re being shot at and…” Lance pauses obviously searching for the right words. Keith uses the time to remember what they were talking about in the first place.

Lance starts again hesitantly, “I don’t know. After the whole thing with the war, sometimes Shiro has…problems. Like do you remember what happened at the 4th,” Keith does. Everyone had gotten together for the fourth of July to celebrate. Everything had been fine, but then Lance and Hunk had set off a rope of those little red firecrackers. The big displays and tiny light shows hadn’t bothered Shiro, but those little ones, those little ones had sounded a bit too much like gunfire. Keith had taken Shiro home early after that, and eventually he’d convinced Shiro that he really hadn’t minded. Shiro’s mental heal is far more important to him than some pretty lights he’s seen dozens of times before, “Sometimes he’s not okay with things that used to be fine.” Lance finishes lamely.

Keith bites back his first instinct to defensively snap at Lance. His little speech might not have been worded eloquently, but Lance’s concern for Shiro’s possible triggers is coming from a good place. Keith is not someone who gets to judge others for sticking their foot in their mouths, “Thank you for worrying about him,” Keith starts, thank then explain. Just like Shiro would, “But at the same time, you don’t need to worry,” Keith forces a reassuring smile, “Shiro will let me know if this will be too much for him to handle, and if he misjudges, we’ll just grab dinner early or head home instead,” Not that that is likely to happen. They’ve played laser tag since Shiro came back with little to no issues. Just because something has the possibility of being a trigger, doesn’t mean that it will be.

“Oh…Okay then,” Lance looks morose for a few seconds longer, then brightens up with a smile, “Well it’s not like it matters either way,” He waves his hands around as if to wave the whole matter away, “I’m busy next weekend, so we couldn’t meet up then anyways.” Lance unlocks the doors and gets in.

Keith crawls into the passenger side, “We’ll have to pick another date then.” He says. Though, he may still come back here with Shiro on his own next weekend. The nostalgia alone would be worth it.

“Yep,” Lance says, popping his p. He looks straight ahead and cranks up the music.

-

They don’t really speak as Lance drives him home. It’s a nice change to the constant chatter than normally accompanies Lance. A little silence to decompress in is a blessed relief after an outing, even if it is a bit of unusual behavior for his driver…Well that’s a thought to get stuck on. This was pretty weird for the typically loud mouthed Lance. There were times he thought the boy might explode if he had to be quiet for too long. Had he said something wrong? Or was Lance still worrying over Shiro? Should he even ask?

They are friends sure, but they aren’t the type of close friends who share deep dark secrets. He’s fairly certain he’s never even shared what happened to his dad with Lance. If there positions were reversed, he’d likely hate it if Lance tried to pry into why he was in a mood. Sometimes people did want to bare their souls everyone in a nearby vicinity. Best to keep his questions to himself. Besides, his apartment was just up ahead. There wouldn’t really be time for that type of conversation anyways.

Lance pulls up to the curb and turns the music down, “Hey Keith,” Lance says.

Keith’s already out of his seatbelt and halfway out the door. He has to duck back down to respond, “Yeah?”

“I had a lot of fun today, did you?” Lance asks, and there is something pinched about his expression. Some subtext Keith knows he’s missing, but knowing doesn’t help him decipher it.

“I did,” Keith says, and then tacks on, “Thanks for inviting me.”

Lance nods, then sucks in a deep breath. Holding it like he’s working himself up to something, but he loses his nerve. Lance blows out the breath and slumps. Keith quirks his head, but doesn’t comment on it, “I’m going to head inside now,” Keith says.

Lance straightens up immediately, “Wait!” Lance says, Keith pauses, “I’ve got two tickets for a thing tomorrow. Will you come with me?”

A thing? Why would he be inviting Keith again? Isn’t this normally the sort of thing he does with Hunk? Oh…Oh, no wonder Lance is morose. His best friend is too busy for him. Well now he just feels bad for him. Pity is rarely appreciated, so Keith keeps it out of his eyes.

“Sure, text me the details. If it’s after my classes, I’ll go.” Keith says. He waves as he steps away from the car.  waving as he steps out. Hopefully that will cheer Lance up.

It does the trick, Lance springs back to his normal form at Keith’s words, “Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Lance waves back at him. There you go. Good deed of the week accomplished. He can go to sleep knowing he’s brightened up a friend’s day.

Keith walks into his apartment with a clear conscience.

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The Emo School (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1: An Emo Box of Misery with Pastel Pink Ecstasy

I used to think anyone doing anything weird was weird. Now I know that it is the people that call others weird that are weird.

-Paul McCartney

09/12/01

Finishing up my plate, well, I couldn’t lie about a few scraps of mixed vegetables on it, the boys decided it’ll be fun to move out of the uncomfortable chairs. I couldn’t escape or not recoil from Ryan’s glares. I know what’s up with him, and the dirty look he’s giving is giving me the creeps. He makes me shiver down my spine and I swear one glare from this long legged man makes me want to stop everything I do- heck, if he was some soldier I’d be doing push-ups right now. (oh hallelujah he isn’t)

“Geez, I just couldn’t finish eating carrots right now Ryro. Is that so big of a problem?” He scoffed before lending me his hoodie. As weird as it sounds I need his dang cologne, it smells pretty darn good, but as much as possible I wouldn’t smell the hoodie in front of him and would rather wear it since it’s d*mn cold for me recently. He seemed to crunch the paper bag once he stared at the floor, as if some cockroach crawled nearby under the shade of the table.

Wait, is there?

“…Ryan, is there-”

“Yes, you spilt my milk in my f*cking man purse B-den”

Oh crap

“Congratulations”

He gave me the Tyrone tone of voice. The same blank yet forcefully enthusiastic voice you hear from the man that often wears a business outfit and a tie.

Where’s the escape Trainer button when you need it?

His face… I couldn’t see it under his brushed locks of hair. I’m not sure whether to look or not to look, either way it’ll probably just result to a really bad, salty ending. Sounds like something you see on Walmart eh? Bittersweet I guess? I am not so sure.

Oh F- the bell rang. It’s really torturous to hear it every single day of the week, especially the inescapable Mondays we have here at school, technically, everybody’s school.

Dallon grabbed his bag and left quickly, even faster than Spencer was when he ran over a advert pole drunk, remind to tell you that story sometime, just not today. Dallon’s a pretty straight guy, he’s like this dad who would be so overprotective of his children- or his students in the real world perspective, but when you think of the other side of that trait, he’s making fucking Dad jokes that my own Dad wouldn’t say. My Dad probably has a better sense of humor than Dallon- Dadlon, whatever.

And honestly speaking, he’s probably trying to avoid making any conversation with us, since we’re kind of talking sweet sweet cocaine.

Ahh yes, I’m about to walk back to the same tracks juniors walk to. I’ll probably receive about ten hearty smiles on my way there. Bet you ten bucks.

Alright, I finally forced my feet to walk and leave the table. Reaching for the end of the cafeteria…

Mrs Jackson smiled. One- wait, that doesn’t count as a junior? She looks nasty tho? Fine, stop judging my poor taste alright?

Passing by Ms Fletcher- okay, one. Her small smile is cleary not that visible. She’s the same child writing poems and speech-y crap for the principal to get quote on quote “extra credit” when in reality she’s serving weeks of detention, constant, but hey, she plays the best d*mn pranks in this school, okay, maybe third bestest.

I still played the “Place-posters-with-Pete’s-phone-number-with-the-tag-’call single males now!’” Prank

Walking around Spencer… Taking a glanc- two.

Oh, I forgot…. Whatever, Spencer looks like a kindergarten anyways so either way no points for me.

Spencer waltzed back to 9AM1 aww.

With how much students doesn’t rush to class after the bell rings, it wouldn’t let me reach that sweet sweet bar of full-on-smiles. Fine, future students, I owe you all ten bucks… only if you’re admit to our holy sacred school though.

Ha! I sound like Principal Wentz.

Profit-oriented mindset over one hundred babe.

I just entered the horrifying classroom of 8AM3. Welcome back to the real world my friends. As soon as I pretty much had my presence in the room students came to class. I heard a lot of talk ‘bout me being the coolest, chillest, most laid-back teacher here in the Junior buildings so I guess I have no competition or complaints.

I can already see the small group of students which I have known to be quite shy. They have my music class after Patrick’s theory crap that I don’t really pay that much attention to.

Mr Flowers just nodded along the conversation he’s having while Mr Bowie kept talking about this junior that idolizes him despite walking down outside the halls of my class. They sure have forgotten that I’m not closing the Godd*mn door before the class have their attendance.

My habitual scoff just came by so casually that students think of it as some form of comic relief. I don’t really know how to explain to these lil demons that it’s an attitude problem.

To think that Patrick’s just on my class, 8AM3, right now, teaching them how Do and Re sounds good together makes me feel better on how I’m actually giving the world- 9AM1 rather, a favor for consuming their time studying with my existence. That’s a joke, Patrick’s probably having fun right now.

Well, it looks like it’s about time.

I looked out the window in the similar fashion the students did as well.

Tick tock tick tock.

“What time is it?” Oh god, that voice crack though. I can hear the punks in this class snickering at it.

“Just struck nine” There goes my sunshine haired buddy cham pal.

“Is the cat at home?”

“He’s about to dine”

It’s Josh, this happened yesterday as well, and the day before. He’s teaching that “cat and mouse” game with the students; this time it’s 8AM2, not 8AM1.

Did I already explained to you why I call classes by numbers?

Well, because the real names sucks. No kidding, it’s so overused.

Who would name their classroom “Grade Eight Morning Glory?”, seriously? I want my class to be “Grade Eight Mary Jane”

Has that kind of ring to it, amiright?

Up until now I wonder why on earth Patrick and Frank likes their class names. I mean- those names are decades old. “Grade Ten Patience” seems plain, don’t tell Frank that.

“Sir do we have an assessment today?” Molly asked from the back with her hand stretched higher than Tyler’s current mood. I nodded as they all groaned. Laughing out of- well, sadism I guess? I had the projector connected to the PC and had it on freeze.

There the students saw my desktop wallpaper of a class picture me and the 8AM3 informally had, plus Patrick, Dallon and Spencer. Spencer truthfully looked out of place in this picture, it looks like he had a date with Aubrey Hepburn. Meanwhile Dallon stood there like he’s telling everyone his birthday is today- but he doesn’t have to lie that it’s on May 4th and that he just turned seven. Patrick’s just there, signature fedora on and a small peace sign.

Let’s not forget my entire class though. We have Frank Gioia and Eva in the front with Frank’s hands on her waist as her eyeliner-ed eyes shone against the color black. The Fro power and his friend glasses just stood there with awkward check poses that seems to go back somewhere deep and hidden in the past. Melanie and Ashley just stood there with no expression, except for the other student beside them, which is Jon, who’s doing the same peace sign Patrick’s been keeping up. The rest is can be explained stereotypical-ly; the emo, the shy artist, the jock, it’s just a fun variety to look at.

“Is that cous’?” I saw him pointing at the one with a black hoodie from the corner of my eye.

“Yep, that’s definitely your cousin Adam”

“They all look happy as heck”

“Sir can we take this sort of picture later?”

Another batch of noise.

Anyways, before my brain shuts down to “teaching mode” looks like I have to get back to this thinking normally crap later. Honestly the author just got no idea how American schools work so let her skip this part dotdootdoot. (let’s just say rep-emo isn’t an American Author (badum tsk))

●———————–●

Finally; the end of the day. Organizing my stuff after drinking my cold caffeine that was left in the canteen at break, I finally had my temporary freedom I shall redeem before my world domination.

Speaking about possible world domination if either me or Patrick does it we’ll both have things planned out but procrastinate later on.

Blowing my students a playful kiss when the bell rang I waltz to the exit first, even so I can still hear their laughs and joyful cheers.

Then I saw something- rather, someone I wish I could just avoid for the week.

Christian Tyler Joseph

My feet practically swooshed and I’m pretty sure my sole—and also my soul—said “nope, not today”. I swear, I’m an atheist but I prayed at that very moment. You know that tense feeling those cliché video game main character does when he or she feels the villain’s presence or just something freaky in the ceiling happens? If you’re thinking you are imaging those overused gulp noises that’s actually real, very real.

Yeah, feeling it.

“Oy! Brendo-”

“I’ll pay my debt later Troye!” Thank God I cut him off before he diss me in front of the students.

“For the last time Fivehead it’s Tyler!”

I know. Dude, we’ve been working together for years now and yet you seem dense about it, maybe that’s just because I always act stupid, don’t let that fool you, I am stupid.

Honestly, that poor guy is so easy to tease. If it wasn’t for my distracting use of ’T’-names I would have had a small—small as Tyler could get—fight. I heard a huff from behind my back that obviously came from Tyler himself, yes, I’m stubborn.

●———————–●

A sigh sadly escaped my lips as I flipped to peak into my students’ Assessment grades.

From Ashbridge to Zoroa; all were sorts of disappointment. Even those who got perfect seems fake to me. If Ryan didn’t left me to go somewhere with Spencer he would have said the grades are as fake as diamonds that looks like broken glass.

I’m so unhappy right now. Never thought I’d use that word.

That all changed when I heard the door slid and also a student did the same but in a more humane manner.

          Enter Ashley the student.

She’s that special student who’s quite popular, inside and outside school grounds. She’s literally a celebrity. She seems to get away each time she dyes her hair unlike another student of mine that goes by the name “crybaby”.

Guess who’s her advisor?

Yeah, that’s obviously me, anyone who said “Dallon” deserves a spank… or a slap, that’s just kinky.

“Hey there Mister Urie”

“Hello to you too Ashley, what’s up?”

Unlike other schools, we’re all practically informal here; teachers and students are pretty much close buds that we don’t even have some guidance counselor, I don’t know if that is a flaw or not… I guess Meagan is a counselor, but that’s just Pete’s wife. Going back to Ashley she’s the only girl in my class—well aside from Melanie—that calls me Mister Urie all the time, but that’s probably due to respect, which is quite neat unlike some students.

“I have milk and cookies here, Melanie wanted to give this out and um… She also asked me to give you this note…”

Yeah, that’s Melanie, no one exactly trusts her, except for Tyler and Hal- I mean Ashley I guess.

“Cool, just place it one of the chairs thanks”

She nodded- before I rudely interrupted when the thought rushed back deep inside my skull.

“Wait, what’s written?”

“Umm… It says; Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you, a little bit of sugar and… lots of poison too” She seems to hesitate on reading it and I have no doubts on why she is.

Honestly, this is one of those times I wish I could pacify her.

I couldn’t blame her actions, she’s been through a lot- like, a whole looot, as edgy as the book written by Pete when he was young (we fortunately got to read it in his office, don’t tell anyone) she has been kidnapped, rough family, drugged and other things I wouldn’t go deeper.

She’s pretty odd, but really a pretty nice person at the same time. It’s like the half dyes of her hair. She, Frank, Eva, Jon, Mikey, Ray and Richie would talk to me all day and I feel comfortable with them.

I honestly like crazy people like her. She doesn’t mind me doing crappy things and she empathize with me, it’s nice to have someone like that ya know?

Hallelujah, I have such great students and yet I’m a sh*tty teacher. I wonder what type of cookies are in there-

F*ck, that pink pastel box looks creepy as Teletub-

I need some breather.

“Hey Ashley can you pass me the coc-”

Oh wait f*ck

She doesn’t know that yet

Oh god that sounds wrong. No I’m not gay shut up… What are you talking about me and Ryan are just friends. No, not even Dallon, shut up. Denial what the- okay I’m done talking to y'all, I’ll tell you about my past with Ryan later, m'kay? Yes I’ll talk about Dallon later too but now you f*cks are just distracting me.

Anyways, she doesn’t know I do cocaine.

“Uhh… what?”

Sh*t, you guys make me sound so bad. Thinking about it, I am the only one to blame if she did knew.

Think Brendon! Think!

WHY AM I IMAGINING SCENES FROM HANGOVER RIGHT NOW?! IT’S STILL 2001.

“Pass me the…. baby powder from the back of the second row shelf thanks”

“Okay… what does it look like there’s a bunch of jars here Mister Urie!” Yelling a bit for me to hear, I felt a drop of sweat coming from my distracting forehead.

“Uhh…. It’s in one of those straight shoote- I mean flower designs in it”

She raised a small glass tube with some flower designs in it. She raised her eyebrow a bit like it’s already questioning me.

I mean, why would someone smoldering with appeal like me would buy flowers? I had enough with people questioning my sexuality so I’m not having that again.

“This one?” She held the love roses tube and shook it. I hope she didn’t suspect me for anything if so then I hope that I ain’t kissing Pete’s *ss for this. Thank past me for buying filtered one and not the transparent, but that’s too early for me to say so.

“Yeah, bring it here. Thanks” She threw it to me and I caught it, fortunately.

“Why would you have it in a flower case?”

Haha…

“I have no containers left, is all”

She nodded once more “I’m pretty sure Principal Wentz would allow ya to use one of the containers in the science room, I mean you’re close to Mister Iero as well right?”

Haha… riiight. I’m pretty sure Mister Wentz or Iero wouldn’t

“Yeah, thanks for the idea and the cookies, tell Melanie the same”

“Yeah, you’re welcome Mister Urie”

●———————–●

“BRENDON!”

That’s Dallon, once more in all his glory. He never seems to stay calm after his week of teaching in this school. His hair looks like his wife quiffed it- whatever people call that hairstyle, maybe I should say hair mess.

“What?” As you can tell, I’m tired as well so long and goodnight Dal, I need some shut eye. This is the same man who almost fell asleep while teaching the opium war, quite surprising that he can be this tense.

“YOU CAN’T DO DRUGS IF THEY CAUGHT YOU YOU’RE IN BIG TROUBLE-”

“SHH!”

Yeah! I would be if you continued yelling.

“Shut up Dallon” I closed the door behind me only to here Dallon handling the doorknob back open.

“Brendon, it’s not healthy”

What is he gonna say? Cardiac arrest? Lung problems? Yeah, I know the side effect don’t worry about it, stimulation has always been a part of me even though I try so hard to deny it. I try to stop each time though so I don’t have to hear this right now.

(Author just searched the side effects of cocaine so this may not be exact, author is not a doctor, author’s life sucks)

“Uhuh”

“No I’m serious! My friend used to do drugs as well and he-”

Oh no. I’m having this talk again am I?

Rolling my eyes back to a distant land called “Nopeland”. I could only hear incoherent sounds of a failed attempt to get me to change my decisions in life. I only found the polychromatic color that matches the walls once more when my eyes landed back to my table.

Smirk.

Grab.

Flick.

“W-cou-hat the h-heck Brendon that’s childish eew is that baby powder or powdered milk? Disgusting”

Nah, that’s coke, have fun cleaning your uniform for tomorrow morning kiddo.

And then- with just one swish and flick- I magically landed back to happy land. Maybe it’s the side effect of cocaine, may or may not be but whatever, I’d like to think that it is for the moment. It’s nice to see someone’s first encounter with coke, if I were to be Van Gogh I’d be painting this view of Dadlon trying to remove the white stains from his crotch right now.

Looks like I have something to write on my Journal huh?

Let’s be real though dear hopefully-future-students; my dairy is a lot more cooler than the Diary Of A Wimpy kid? No? Yeah you’re right, my life sucks. If this were a subject you all would have had all my assessments perfect even on your first day.

I don’t know whether you should take that as a compliment or that states you’re slowly becoming trash- well no, technically all you little eyes are my treasure so don’t go living in the dumps.

“Brendon please help me remove this stuff”

“No thanks”

“Beeeebooo”

“Not this again Dallon”

This is some sick technique in which Dallon uses the nickname “Beebo” to get me to do something. No, I’m not telling you “why Beebo?”.

Fine.

It all started when me and Patrick were teaching the seniors for a bit since Andy couldn’t come due to a winter storm at his place. We were at Patrick’s small enthusiastic explanation about a simple concept when someone boldly called me “Beebo” and it just stucked.

Groaning in the same manner the students of 9AM1 from earlier, I grabbed my handerchief and started rubbing the surface of his sweater that he probably bought last week.

“I hate you”

“Love you too Beebs, now continue helping me will you?”

Geez, I do have a lot to write down today.

Oh crap, he didn’t bought this last week; it says “Grade 10 Hibiscus” so it’s most probably hand made for him from his last advisory class. He got this last Christmas. Crap, I ruined his greatest gift. I am so sorry Dallon. Best not to tell this and the Ashley incident to anyone.

●———————–●

My eyes wondered about when I saw the box Ashley left in the corner.

That pink box…

I swear, I don’t have any idea on what to do with these cookies, they actually smell and look delicious. I guess I’ll never know huh?

“Hey Mister Urie is Richie’s detention over? He asked me to go shopping in Hot Topic today that’s why I’m asking” The next person to ever slide in after class today is Frank Gioia. The emotional kid who doesn’t seem to mind what everyone thinks, he’s a cool dude I swear.

“Oh, he’d be up by no-”

About the box….

As bright as the ideas Gerard drew in his sketchpad (which is full of strange looking people by the way, especially that all white violin girl), my eyes fluttered at the sudden thought that occured.

“Hey Frank?”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head to peak in a bit more. He doesn’t seem to be fazed at the fact I avoided answering his question.

“Want some cookies?”

Silence.

He stared at me for a bit, then back to the box I was supposedly reaching out for him to taste. His eyebrow raised at the sight of it.

“Isn’t that Melanie’s?”

Oh, he knew, that was some fail.

Lie or not to lie?

Nah, lying is pretty much fun if you’re a girl.

“Yeah, Melanie gave it to me earlier”

“Yeah saw it too”

Then another batch of awkward silence followed as we stared at each other, eyes locked with such confusion present on both sides.

“Sure… I’ll take one”

He came closer and took a bite of the chocolate chipped cookies from the forsaken box. He seems delighted somehow.

Well.

Looks like I have a new box to place my ecstasy.

●———————–●

I bumped into Ryan earlier.

He gave me this blank look before leaving me in the halls. He seemed to be carrying another paper bag; two packs of cheese whiz I presume. He didn’t seem to mind me whenever I snoop into his bags, although this time was an exception.

       ⏭️The theater in Brendon’s mind⏮️

Ryan: *looking at his paper bag*

Fab Brendon: What’s that *about to reach into the bag*

Ryan: *Slaps hand*

Ryan: Y o u  a r e  n o t  m y  f r i e n d

Exit Ryan.

⏯️

Trust me, give him a few more days and the two of us we’ll be okay, he wouldn’t exchange our friendship over cheese whiz….

I wonder if he thinks the same about me and Frank Sinatra, if so tell him I’d choose the latter.

●———————–●

On my way home I saw Ray and Mikey talking about Gerard and his small sketchpad they saw behind the bush in which he probably left it.

“How did it end up there in the first place?” They looked as confused as I am, Ray just raised his lips a bit higher to look like he’s pensive for an answer.

“He’s Mister Way after all, he can get like this, right Moikey?”

“Mikey Ray, It’s Mikey. Yes, he does act as irresponsible at times”

Sometimes I wonder if that face shows sadness, disappointment, anger or just plain nothing. It’s a pokerface no one could ever break, not even that time Joe played around with Frank’s chemistry set, I mean, mixing Mountain Dew and chunks of Doritos was funny and all, and Gerard’s reporting skills on that scene made the class laugh even more.

I sure do love this school’s innocent scenes.

Wait I’m going too far, back to Mikey.

“Anyways, do you know where your brother is at the moment?”

He shook his head in reply but Ray nodded it with excitement.

“Yeah he said he’s going to binge watch Star Wars in the cinema”

Mikey’s face dropped a bit before going back to normal. That action probably meant sadness… right?

“He forgot to drive me back home, whatever I’ll just walk”

“I’ll come with you don’t worry, we’re practically neighbors”

“no we’re not”

“shush”

I know that I laughed at that small conversation but I still feel the small strange vibe Mikey’s been radiating, unlike Gerard he would have punched me in the face if he was at the scene and tell me to “stay the *beep* away from my sketchpad!”

Was that beep necessary?

“Do you want me to call Gerard?”

“No, it’s okay Mister Urie”

I shrugged as he denied my random act of kindness, ouch.

“Whatever kiddos, get home safely okay?” “Yes Mister Urie” “Oh, and bring your brother’s sketchpad, he doesn’t want it in my hands”

Mikey raised an eyebrow “Don’t you wanna see what’s inside?”

I mean, it could be anything edge-shock-y so I wouldn’t dare open it.

“N-nah, rather not”

Mikey just nodded and fetched for the sketchpad in my hands.

Then I walked back home, just like they did.

God, I’m stopping drugs. Things like this are more stimulating…. and stressful

[twostepsfromtemerant]

Location book tag

Thank you @bookcub for tagging me!

1. You are in a coffee shop trying to read when a group of excited six year olds come in with their parents and start screaming near your area. Which book can you push past the noise and lose yourself in?

Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys. It’s really engaging writing, and the short chapters make it so I have to keep going. I can easily tune out the world.

2. Your (rich) friends dare you to spend the night in a haunted house for an undisclosed but inevitably large sum of money. Which book do you bring to distract yourself with?

Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake because i have terrible judgement skills. 

3. Though the landscapes are beautiful, your delayed train journey is starting to drag. Which book do you take out?

I get motion sickness if i try to read on trains, so none. I could daydream and try to write my own story in my head, but I can’t read a real book. 

4. It’s beach time! You have your family and/or friends around you and you don’t want to miss out on the conversation too much, but still want to read. Which book do you choose?

Kill the Boy Band by Goldy Moldavsky. It’s funny and not long, and I know it well enough that I can stop in the middle.

5. You’re backstage ready for your big emotional scene, but the tears just won’t come! Which book do you get out to make you cry?

Wicked by Gregory Maguire. The musical always makes me, and the book is also pretty sad. Reading the book while thinking of the musical should do the trick.

6. You are camping in the woods with your friends and you’re the first to wake up. Which book do you read under the early morning light?

Whatever I’m reading at the time. 

7. You have had an amazing day on your solo trip, but now that you’re back at the hotel you’re starting to feel a little homesick. What do you read to feel less lonely?

The Kingkiller Chronicles. I know them so well and they are so familiar that they are like home to me. I have several points in my life that I can connect them to.

8. You’ve been invited for an interview for a place at a prestigious university. Which book do you lay flat on your knee to hide the cover while you wait?

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I love this book, but I don’t want people to see that it’s kind of a kid’s book. 

9. The book exchange stall at the library finally has the book you have wanted for so long, and you have a book in your bag that you’ve been dying to get rid of. Which do you give away, and which do you take?

I give away Scythe by Neal Schusterman. It was kind of disappointing. I take a copy of City of Thieves by David Benioff. I love this book and it destroys me emotionally every time I read it, but I don’t have my own copy of it. 

10. You were just browsing the children’s section of the library and boom, you’re hit with a sudden blast from the past. Which book have you found that you haven’t seen for years, but that you used to love as a child?

The Hound of Rowan by Henry Neff. It’s the first book in a series, and I read it in 4th or 5th grade. I could never find the second book in the series, and i just forgot about it. Two years ago my brother and I were talking a bout books from our childhoods, and we both remembered this one for some reason. I want to reread it and finally finish the series. 

I tag @logarithmicpanda @druggeddraccus @raven-reyes-reads and whoever else wants to do this!

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tagged by @realbensolo

the last

drink: water

phone call: my mom, calling to discuss the sudden torrential downpour (we live in central Arizona where this is an Event)

text message: “she looks as awkward as ever”

song you listened to: friday i’m in love

time you cried: two weeks ago while withdrawing from Lexapro

dated someone twice: no

kissed someone and regretted it: that was awhile ago. i have this thing now where i only do the side-hug on first dates and there isn’t usually a second because they’re clingy and/or weird

been cheated on: no

lost someone special: my great aunt Marie from Pasadena, who was the most righteous old lady i ever knew and even after getting dementia still had her 7&7 at cocktail hour every day

been depressed: i have Depression

gotten drunk and thrown up: not since july 4th of 2015, after copious amounts of sushi (i do NOT recommend this)

three favourite colours

Hot pink

Black

Turquoise

in the last year have you

made new friends: yes

fallen out of love: no

laughed until you cried: yes

found out someone was talking about you: of course, i attract the attention of a number of exceptionally pathetic young women with no lives outside TV show fandoms for some reason

met someone who changed you: one of my roller derby coaches who seriously took the time to listen to my concerns about my health and the sport

found out who your friends are: yes

kissed someone on your facebook list: no

general

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? most of them since i remade as a roller derby only account. the only ones i don’t know are a couple of dudes, one of whom is the husband of a gal who didn’t friend me back (uh oh spaghetti-os)

do you have any pets? a black cat named Barnabas who i usually refer to as demon seed or dumb wiener cat

do you want to change your name? not anymore. i had to grow into it

what did you do for your last birthday? i actually spent it at a roller derby bout. the day before my mom took me to p.f. chang’s for dinner

what time did you wake up? around 3am (yay for Wellbutrin!)

what were you doing at midnight last night? sleeping

name something you can’t wait for: the last jedi, my upcoming trip to austin with @realbensolo

when was the last time you saw your mum: this morning

what are you listening to right now? the simpsons episode “bart gets an elephant”

have you ever talked to a person named tom? my great uncle Tom

something that is getting on your nerves: sw fandom, my job, my dumb compulsive behaviors

most visited website: twitter

hair colour: dark strawberry blonde

long or short hair: i prefer it longer, but it’s short right now because i’m trying to grow out this drastic asymmetrical cut from last year

do you have a crush on someone? not really, though i like to entertain the idea that this bearded guy in my office is into me

what do you like about yourself? i’m a Deep Thinker. my seventh grade homeroom teacher said so

piercings: just earlobes, but i might get a daith in a couple weeks

blood type: AB+

nickname: vic, vicki (you aren’t allowed to call me that unless you’ve known me prior to 1996)

relationship status: single

zodiac: taurus

pronouns: she/her

favourite tv show(s): the office, the simpsons (only up through season 8), daria

tattoos: six, four of which are symmetrical

right or left handed: right

surgery: n/a

sport: ROLLER DERBY

vacation: i grew up in AZ which means most vacations were California and later, Vegas, and i actually didn’t travel much until i joined the military. i occasionally get to Colorado to visit my dad. there are like five places i want to go in the US next year but my real dream vacays are Ireland and Germany.

pair of trainers: i have a pair of black and lavender fold-over chuck taylors that i can’t bring myself to get rid of

more general

eating: Green & Black dark chocolate

drinking: water

i’m about to: attempt homework :///

waiting for: the opportunity to live on my own without having to support my folks financially

want: a better paying job

get married: that’s a biiiiiiiiig if

career: what i currently have is what i would categorize as a job, not a career. the concept of a lifelong career is beyond me since i tend to get bored as hell with a job after 3-4 years. that said i am angling to be a teacher, but that might still change

which is better?

hugs or kisses: hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: i’m very into the tall guy short girl aesthetic, but being a tall girl, am personally into very tall guys (6′ or taller)

older or younger: same age or older. i don’t mess with younger dudes anymore. i learned that lesson the hard way

nice arms or nice stomach: ARMS. SEE DRIVER, ADAM

hookup or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

have you ever

kissed a stranger: yes

drank hard liquor: yes

lose glasses/contact lenses: very expensive sunglasses

turned someone down: yes

sex on the first date: not anymore

had your heart broken: yes

been arrested: nope

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: a couple of times

do you believe in

yourself: i have my moments

miracles: I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES, DON’T YOU? NA NA NA NA NA NA NANANANA man DDR was full of bangers

love at first sight: i’m demiromantic

santa claus: until i was seven and i found the previous year’s wrapping paper in the closet

kiss on the first date: only if i’m really feeling it

angels: i like the idea

other

eye colour: blue-green

favourite movie: a new hope, beetlejuice, frances ha

Tagging: @aeschars @mnemehoshiko and idk i haven’t done one of these in years so whoever else wants to jump in :D

[kittytishers]

I DON'T REMEMBER YOUR AK TAG SO ALL THE ONES YOU DIDN'T DO YET PLS

gdi spacey

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? uhhhh id be pretty fuckin weirded out but considering he lives in georgia id just be like “FIRST OF ALL HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?????” but like why would i be naked anyways thats the real question who sleeps without their pjs?? dont answer that please i beg

2. What’s going on between you and the last person living being you kissed? He’s pretty sick so we’re taking him to the vet today :(

3. If your significant other was into drugs, would you care? depends on the drugs. if they were into weed id want in on some obvi but anything else and id just be eeeehhhhh naaaaahhhh

4. Is your last name longer than six letters? how does 11 letters sound?

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? ive never been drunk in my life so take a wild guess

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? nope.

7. What does your last received text say? “Ooh”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person living being you kissed? more than i can count -w-

9. Where was your last kiss at?  in my house because we both live there

10. When is the last time you saw your sister? This monday before she headed off to disneyland for her honeymoon!!

11. What do you drink in the morning? milk because its in my cereal

12. Where did you sleep last night? my fuckin bed -.-

13. Do you think relationships are hard? i think with the right person it shouldn’t be that bad.

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? i wouldve done a different story for my creative writing project

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person living being you kissed, any problems? he’s sick so that would be bad :(

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? sunny

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? lol nah

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? PAJAMA SHORTS HAHAH

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? I hope so

20. Does anyone like you? Not that i know of

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? nope

22. Is the last person living being you kissed gay? I mean he’s neutered so technically he’s ace

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? the guy who sits behind me in english -.-

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?  yeah. proll ynot gonna tho

25. In the past week have you cried?  probably

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? my dog is an english springer spaniel so

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? out of the shower duh

28. Have you ever kissed a football player? HAHAHAHAH

29. Do you think you’re old? if i think im old i cant call my friends old so im just gonna say no

30. Do you like text messaging? yup

31. What type of day are you having? S T RE SS 

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? no but i like how it looks on other people

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? cold because SWEATERS

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Three! @pseudonymouslps​ @celestialbomber​ and @luciferhimshelf​!!! they are all great btw follow them if you arent already

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? i want a relationship first and then ill figure out how i feel about flings

36. Are you a simple or complicated person? is anyone a simple person???

37. What song are you listening to? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Etb0xDIFXR4

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? yeah of course.39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? @2cutepandasian​ knows a lot i think. she is my first mother after all40. What made you start liking the person you like now? i mean i don’t have a person i like rn so41. When did you last receive a text message? not quite sure. all i know is the convo started like 6 am my time lmao42. What is wrong with you right now? everyhting???43. How well do you know the last female you texted? my mom continues to confuse me -.-44. Does anyone disgust you? my dog sometimes45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? DEPENDS ON THE PERSON I GUESS??? IDK I THINK ITD BE KINDA WEIRD46. Are you in a good mood right now? i guess so47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? mi madre48. What color shirt are you wearing? black likE MY SOUL49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? i dont want to hear anything my mom says tbh50. Anyone you’re giving up on? nah51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? lol i didn’t really fall for anyone

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? no i dont like giving up on people wtf???53. Do you like rain? im an ml fanatic of COURSE 54. Do you care if your significant other drinks? at this age? yeah. when im older than 18 i wont give a fuck55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? yeah thats always how it goes 56. Do you like to cuddle? HWO DOESNT??57. Are you shy? not shy just unwilling to engage in conversation with people i dont know or carea bout 58. Do you get along with girls? i get along with anyone i want to59. Have you dated the person you texted last? he’s 5 years older than me ew no like god hes like a brother to me but to date him no wtf??? 60. What do you carry with you at all times? a hair tie and my phone 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? hells yeah. the two outcomes are death or living life rich its a win-win 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? i mean i hope so 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? HAHAHAHAHHAHA 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? i dont like anyone right now but the person i liked a lil while back,,, yeah its be adoarble..;l.,,65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? i mean i saw my sister get married like if that isnt cute then idk what else is

66. How old are the last three people living beings you kissed? 4 and 10

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? dude nail salons are the best but i can make my own nails i dont really care68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?    animal print in general is lowkey trashy imo69. Do you have any stickers on your car?    dont have a car lolol70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?    who??71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone?   iphone fuck yeah 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?    looooong time73. Do you like diet soda?    never had any so i cant say74. What color are the walls in your room?    white75. Are you 16 or older?    nope but next year76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?    no77. Do you have a job?    no  78. What are your initials?    LZ80. Are you from the south?    I’m from SoCal but not The South™

81. What does your last status on facebook say?    facebook thats cute82. Do you still talk to the first person living being you ever kissed?    of course how else will i yell at him to stop fucking with my shit?83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?    dad definitely84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?    ive done gymnastics before yeah85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?    Hidden Figures87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?    im in a flip flop mood rn. ive been wearing heels all weekend -.-88. Is your phone touch screen?    yeah90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?    no where tf would i go91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?    pool please i dont appreciate fish feces being on my body92. Have you ever made out in a car?    HAH i wish93. …Had sex in a car?    HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA94. Are you single or in a relationship?    take a wild guess based on previous questions its not that hard to figure out i promise95. What were you doing last night at midnight?    screaming at myself to FINISH THE DAMN PAPER96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?    4th o july97. Do you like the camera on your phone?    it serves its purpose98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?    nope99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?    nope100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?    youre asking as if facebook is still relevent101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?    im 15 and ive never had sex in my life. no.102. Name your favorite Kesha song:    WAKA WAKA103. Do you have any tan lines right now?    no but its getting warmer so soonthaank god this bs is over. i wish i could say i hate you but i dont lie

[jjungdork-blog]

RULES: once you’ve been tagged you’re supposed to write a post with eighty-two truths and then tag twenty-five people.

tagged by: @soonshimnim (thanks yo i love these)

name: ray blood type: idk nickname(s): none r/s: i got a whole boyfriend yall.... its lit zodiac sign: aries pronouns: she/her favorite tv shows: ahs, oitnb, ancient aliens, mash, stranger things, degrassi, and as much as i make fun of it, i’ll always love 7th heaven

long or short hair: it’s a bit past my shoulders height: 5′3 do you have a crush on someone: um does j*ngk**k count?? what do you like about yourself: my sense of humor right or left handed: right list of three favourite colors: black, lavender, sky blue

RIGHT NOW


eating: an ice cream bar 
drinking: nothing i’m about to: finish my presentation notes 
listening to: konstantine by something comporate this song is amazing pls go listen to it 
kids: no and hopefully never

get married: maybe

career: i want to be an author but there’s no guarantee that’ll work soooo. teacher

MOST RECENT

drink: vitamin water phone call: my mom song you listened to: some song by tyler the creator idk what its called

HAVE YOU EVER

dated someone twice: no been cheated on: no kissed someone and regretted it: no 
lost someone special: yeah :/ 
been depressed: eh been drunk and thrown up: yeah and i embarrassed tf out of myself 
kissed a stranger: no had glasses or contacts: i’ve worn glasses since 4th grade had sex on the first date: no 
broken someone’s heart: probably my mom’s at some point 
turned someone down: that would imply that someone asked me out lmao cried when someone died: no i laughed 
fallen for a friend: no my friends are actually the worst lol

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

made a new friend: yup thanks college Fallen out of Love: no 
laughed until you cried: probably met someone who changed you: nope found out who your true friends were: yeaaaah when high school ends you find out who's actually your friend and who was your “friend” because you saw them 5 days a week found out someone was talk about you: yup 
kissed someone on your fb list: yeah man

WHICH IS BETTER:

lips or eyes: eyes hugs or kisses: hugs shorter or taller: idrc about height all that much tbh romantic or spontaneous: how bout both sensitive or loud: sensitive hookup or relationship: relationship troublemaker or hesitant: eh

FIRST

best friend: a girl named renae surgery: i think a root canal is considered a surgery? sport i joined: none lmfao vacation: universal studios

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

yourself: usually 
miracles: not really love at first sight: no heaven: no

EXTRAS

how many people from your fb list do you know irl: 99% of them i’ve met at some point and then there’s a few people who’ve sent me a request bc i replied to their post in a group page or something? and they were cool so i never deleted them but we don’t talk lol do you have any pets: not anymore :(

do you want to change your name: i think about it often but i’d probably never do it what did you do for your last birthday: i had a “surprise” party  
what time did you wake up today: i think 11-ish what were you doing last night at midnight: getting wendy’s :D

something you can’t wait for: for the semester to end already

last time you saw your mom: yesterday 
what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i want to be more stable, in every sense of the word have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah. he’s a douche what’s getting on your nerves: currently.... wypipo excusing ******** for that dread hat and getting mad at black fans for not agreeing with their opinion :)