Leonard Johnson

17- Senior- Nietzsche

[leonard-nietzsche]

marredith‌:

❝ alright, alright, no need to get sappy, ❞ she laughed, merely messing around. leonard has definitely become a brother to her and she was relieved to hear his assurance. ❝ that’s smart! i should probably do that once i leave this, ❞ though she was fully preparing to work on it on her phone once he left, ❝ where are you planning to applying? ❞

“Eh, kinda hard, I’m a bit of a sap,” he said with a shrug, nudging her with his shoulder. He then tilted his head back in confusion. “You’re going to work on college apps the night you went to a party? Mars, I’m looking to be valedictorian, and even I think that’s a bit nerdy.” He chuckled at his own joke before listing off “Cornell is my number one, but I’m also applying to Rice, Calpoly, Syracuse, and Rhode Island School of Design. They have some of the top architecture programs in the country. But I gotta balance those apps and senior year, so pray to whatever the fuck you believe in for me, Mars.”

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stfuxval‌:

“wouldn’t want to get caught sneaking around with a taken man.” she teased once more playfully winking. “well i am glad you are getting out of your bubble and attending things.” she pointed out. “please i am sure it hasnt been that bad.”

He closed one eye, shaking his head. “Nah, she knows she has nothing to worry about. Or at least I hope she does.” He shrugged. “Well, it’s my senior year. Figured I might as well try one of these crazy fucking parties before I graduate. So far, not a fan.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “You don’t want to know how many people fell into me in a drunken stumble. I was terrified of someone fucking puking on me, to be honest.”

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stfuxval‌:

her smile grew as he spoke. “well sure sounds like her loss then.” the redhead teased.”looks like  i get you all to myself then. my lucky day.. let’s hope she doesn’t beat my ass.” she then laughed a he spoke. “well honestly i have been sitting here watching the drunken idiots.. keepig my distance. “

“Damn, why didn’t you text me sooner?” he asked, reaching up to put his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve been sitting around bored for a while since Mars went off to talk to someone.” He lightly pushed his feet on the ground to swing them slightly. He looked up at the stars before shaking his head and looking back to her. “Yeah, this minute has already been better than the hours I’ve spent at the party.”

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stfuxval‌:

she wasn’t planning on ging anywhere even though he said for her not to. she felt like it was a safe place, safe enough at least. she pushed the swing with her feet as she waited. when she saw him she smiled an leaned over giving him a soft kiss. “fancy seeing you here at this party all alone.. i bet your girlfriend hates not being here with you.” she teased.

He happily accepted the kiss before shrugging. “I figured my girlfriend would want to hang out with someone more fun at a party than me before texting me to come save her.” He then smirked at the coincidence. “Huh. You texting me to save you from drunk idiots at some sort of party. Sounds familiar for some reason.”

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kxxngs‌:

Kings blinked at the neighboring boy. “It feels like you’re just being nice to me. However, I am currently too tired to argue so I accept it.” He gave a single nod and shoved a forkful of french toast into his mouth. “Were you there?”

“I mean... I’m kind of a shitty liar, so there’s no point in me trying to without a reason,” he explained before tilting his head in confusion. It took him a second to get that he was talking about the Muldofsky party. “Oh, yeah, I was there. Obviously didn’t have as much fun as you did, though.”

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maritzachen‌:

“Fine, fine.” Maritza stopped for a bit, just enough time to let him put his phone in a safe place. She’s not sure the one he picked was the best option, but she didn’t comment on it. As he emerges from the bushes though, her eyebrows raised. “Ah, I see you’ve found your weapon.”

Leonard had every intention of keeping an eye peeled to make sure no one was messing with his phone. He nodded, looking at the gun in his hand before getting on his knees to fill it with ammo. “Yup. I’m a gamer, I’m usually pretty good with this kind of shit.” He was kidding, of course; playing Overwatch could never translate to actual warfare. Once it was full, he quickly aimed for her shoulder and sprayed, trying to get some quick payback.

[mxndxngxs]

“Tell it to me straight,” Kings started, looking up from his spot at the booth— a mini buffet of the greasiest, cheesiest diner food available displayed in front of him, partially consumed. “Do I look as bad as I feel?”

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Leonard loved this diner for breakfast during the summer, since weekdays had fewer people around. He could get waited on fairly quickly while he caught up on some things on his shitty laptop. When he was asked a question by the guy at the booth next to him, Leonard was confused. He felt like that voice was really familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Still, he shook his head. “No, actually, you look fine,” he said.

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maritzachen‌:

“Oh, good,” she chuckled, firing another small stream of water at him. “Maybe. They were passing around a basket full of them earlier so I wouldn’t know how many are left.”

“Jesus!” he exclaimed, dodging out of the way just in time. “Let me put my phone somewhere first!” He looked around for a safe spot before deciding to wrap his phone in his shirt and place it in one of the bushes near the pool; better paranoid than phoneless. It was there where he saw someone had left a water gun and he smirked, picking it up and heading to the pool to fill it up.

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marredith‌:

❝ what do you think? ❞ she asked, showing him his contact page with the new picture, proud grin along her face. ❝ that’s a good point, i wouldn’t want you to leave either. ❞ she doubted she would be able to get along with valerie’s friends either. ❝ are you excited for senior year, though? i’m super nervous about acceptance letters. ❞

He laughed out loud at the picture, holding up an “ok” sign with his hand. He then turned back to her. “Hey, even if I was going to try to be friends with her friends, I wouldn’t be ‘leaving.’ You guys are by best friends, and that shit isn’t changing unless you tell me it is, okay?” He gave her a reassuring smile before groaning and leaning back on the couch. “Ugh, so am I. The application process is gonna suck, but at least I’ve ben working on my essays all summer to save time, since I know I’ll be fucking busy closer to the deadline.”

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just woke up, but I’m getting on! and I have no plans today so I’ll basically be here all day <3

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akwcns‌:

“They paid for speech therapy as a birthday present,” he repeats. Alek finds it weird that Leonard’s parents would wait for as long to put Leonard in speech therapy, as far as he knew the Johnsons had enough money to pay for a therapist and for his birthday as if Leonard had to earn getting treatment for his speech impediment. He doesn’t say any of his thoughts out loud though, Leonard’s family is none of his business. “Your therapist is a miracle worker, two months and it’s gone.” Yet again, he can’t help but be a little skeptical, two months doesn’t seem like a long time to overcome a stutter but what does he know. “So long as you don’t let what they say get to you, which I know isn’t as easy as I make it sound to be, you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, um... funny story,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “They didn’t actually know how bad my stutter was? Like at all? They thought it was just... I don’t know, they didn’t think it was a big deal, since it was nonexistent when I was with them and super minor when they were around whenever you or Mars came over. Plus whenever they asked about it, I downplayed it. Didn’t want them spending money on it for nothing, you know?” His face got a bit more serious, determination evident in his eyes. “But then I had a... talk, sort of, with Lysander on the last day of school, and it just... it kind of fueled me in a weird way. I wanted to get rid of that stupid fucking stutter as fast as possible, so I asked my parents if the offer was still on the table, and they signed me up that day.” A little bit of his smile returned at Alek’s compliment to his therapist. “Oh yeah, Janey is great, but she did say mine was more of a mental adjustment than a physical one, since it was only consistent with my nerves and not just whenever I talked, but three times a week does fucking wonders.” He looked up to meet the other boy’s eyes, biting his lip before saying “I don’t know if I’ve gained enough confidence for that, but... I do feel more hopeful about how I can deal with them now. Plus, I’m so ready to take them down. It’s our senior year, we’ve got to finish them off before we graduate, right?”

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maritzachen‌:

“Don’t worry, I just aimed for the shoulder, honestly!” She flashed him a playful grin. “Not fond of water gun fights?”

He chuckled, more out of relief than anything else, but he did shrug. “Nah, I like them fine, just when I don’t have my phone in my pocket.” He nodded towards the gun and asks “Is there another one?”

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FINALLY home. ONTO RESPONSES! <3

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Ugly mobile post but my mom decided to take me out to lunch to celebrate my performance yesterday so I’ll only be mobile for a few hours. ILL BE ON ASAP!! Feel free to message me if u wanna plot or something <3

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sophiamp3‌:

Sophia laughed. “You really think you and your little friends are the first people to fight? I mean, you’re the first ones with a cool name and an overinflated sense of self-importance, but you’re not the only fighters,” Sophia said. Everyone who dared to talk back to a Windsor had been fighting their own private wars. Some wars were just more obvious than others. “Teamwork against the Windsors is great, but it’s not three people named after a dead guy. It’s meeting in secret and scheming and playing just dirty enough secret so that you can still call yourself a marginally good person, loser.”

“We’re the first to organize even a little,” he argued, but he felt like this conversation was going nowhere, but he didn’t know how to end it. He decided to jump on another opportunity he gave him. “Our name is pretty cool, thanks for the compliment.” He looked around, desperately hoping to catch the eye of one of his friends so he could get out of here, but he couldn’t find anyone.

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sophiamp3‌:

Despite the fact that Leonard was a Nietzsche, of all things, the corners of Sophia’s lips turned upwards into a slight smile. Was Leonard Johnson actually kind of funny when he wasn’t a stuttering mess? “Well, since you did ask, giving them a common enemy to work together against in the form of the Nietzsches is the stupidest thing anyone could have possibly done,” Sophia said. “Like, historically, people unite together when they have a common enemy even when they were previously fighting. Y’know, the enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that? It’s like, War 101.” Sometimes Sophia’s absolute history nerd tendencies and desire to seem smart outweighed everything else. This was one of those times.

He definitely noticed the smile, but didn’t say anything about it since she simply continued to talk. “But it’s not like anyone was fighting against them before,” he defended. “What better to bring down a group of assholes than a group of good people working together? ‘United We Stand’ and all that shit?”

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sophiamp3‌:

“Minor slip of the tongue, I’m sure you’re used to that,” Sophia spat out when Leonard noticed her mistake. A part of her immediately felt bad, though. They’d been having almost a civil conversation, until she had gotten defensive. And then, she wondered why she felt bad to begin with. “Well, good. It’s about time you stopped wallowing in your own loser-ness and started doing something with yourself, no matter how futile it is.”

He smirked, her setting him up for a bit of self deprecating humor. “Nah, with my stutter, slips of the tongue were pretty uncommon,” he said. His stutter used to be an easy weak point, causing Leonard to feel ashamed every time it was brought up. Now that it was gone, he felt confident enough to make fun of it himself so no one else could. “Thanks for your suggestion, any advice on how to take the Windsors down? Since you love giving unsolicited advice, and all.”