#also yes i realize this is a lot of repeating classes and i could have gone on a bigger deep dive
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LOST CHARACTERS AND D&D CLASSES
Welcome to posts that cater specifically to my brainrot, I'm your host, a girl who thinks too much about D&D classes and characters from her other fandoms because what is brainrot but something that infects every other possible interest.
Some notes before I begin:
I did not do every character. There are like 40 characters in this show of narrative significance. Some people have to be fucking commoners okay. If you're offended by who I left out, I don't know what to tell you. For the most part, the characters I left out were either not around enough or didn't have an arc significant enough for me to imagine their forward progression as a D&D character or who served such mad NPC energy that the speculation was pointless. Or the answer was really boring (most of the antagonists fall under this heading).
Jacob and Smokey are deities and therefore were not included for that reason.
I didn't include Walt because the only thing I could think of for Michael was Oathbreaker Paladin and while accurate, it requires a significant amount of DEEPER thought I didn't want to go into for something that's just for shits and farts. And including Walt but not Michael felt mean. That said, Walt is basically a conjuration wizard in canon, which means it's kinda boring because there's no fun speculation. it's right there.
There aren't a lot of arcane magic-users, not because I wanted to be boring and stupid, but because this is just not a bunch of people who lend themselves to fucking magic.
I'm putting this under a cut because it got long. SO LET'S GO.
Jack Shepherd, Cleric
Jack is a cleric in the same way Kingston Brown is (or the same way Zerxus is a paladin). There's no god here, just commitment to the practice. Tragically, there's no "science" domain, so I think the closest would be the Order Domain, which fits his control freak tendencies and leadership vibes. I mean Voice of Authority? That's his entire thing.
Kate Austen, Ranger
Kate is a weird one because I think what she is and what she values about herself kinda run at opposition sometimes. And "commiter of arson that one time that led to subsequent crimes" doesn't actually define you as a class. Ultimately, what Kate loves is running off into the jungle, so I went with Ranger (with the possibility of multiclassing into rogue for evasion/disengage). Subclass is a little iffy, especially because Kate isn't as much a murder machine as some of the other characters (ironic given she is the one billed as the murderer), but I think Fey Wanderer works best given a lot of the spells and bonuses it grants involve GETTING AWAY and that's her whole thing.
James "Sawyer" Ford, Fighter
Sawyer was hard because, like Kate, 'con man' is not a class, it's an occupation, but I also didn't want him to be a Mastermind rogue for reasons I'll get to later and also compared to the ACTUAL Mastermind rogue in the (massive, massive) party, he's penny-ante at best. Sawyer is, aside from that time he missed the marshal's heart at point blank range (anyone can crit fail), a gun guy. I feel like Gunslinger is the most appropriate option for him. High charisma and boosted proficiencies in deception and persuasion make up the con man stuff.
John Locke, Ranger/Paladin
John is such a fucking ranger, the island desires him carnally. I think I'd be remiss to suggest he be anything but a Hunter, but UNFORTUNATELY, Hunter is not good for John, like, at all. John's a Gloom Stalker, because John is hardcore.
That said, I think Locke multiclassed into Paladin of the Island pretty damn quickly to the point where his Ranger stuff is background to that. Oath of the Ancients, specifically.
Hugo "Hurley" Reyes, Bard
Hurley is the most goddamn bardic character on this show besides Charlie. I, an audience member, get Bardic Inspiration every time he talks, he's just that fucking lovable. You cannot talk to Hurley and not feel empowered. He is a GOOD BOY.
I think ultimately his role as Island Guru and his propensity to talk to and see dead people makes him well-suited for College of Spirits.
Charlie Pace, Bard
Charlie almost didn't make it on this list because the answer would be so boring and he's a way more generic, traditional bard than Hurley, but then I had to think about what his college would be. I think given everything, he's hilariously suited to Tragedy Bard, and I don't think you can find a single reason to tell me I'm fucking wrong, especially given his ultimate ending.
Jin-Soo Kwon, Ranger/Rogue
Jin almost didn't make it on this list because like "ranger with an ocean favored terrain" is as far as I got. Also jesus there's so many rangers on this island already. But THEN I got to thinking about Jin's life as a thug for Sun's dad and was like could he have taken levels in assassin rogue that overwhelmed his humble fish ranger beginnings? Absolutely.
Sun Paik-Kwon, Rogue
Sun is a unique one in that I don't think she found her class until after she got off the island and then immediately went "I'm a Mastermind Rogue now" and we love that for her.
Sayid Jarrah, Artificer/Fighter
Sayid was a goddamn hard nut to crack, because his chief skills are "technology" and "torture." Initially, I thought he should be an assassin rogue, but Sayid's heavily tactical and plays too well with others to sell rogue, so I went with Battle Master. Also there is no goddamn Artificer class that suits "communications officer," so that's just gonna be up in the air.
Desmond Hume, Barbarian
Desmond is the only barbarian. No I will not be taking criticism. Subclass is funky because my first thought is Path of the Zealot with the electromagnetism oracle superpowers just being flavor worked in, but honestly what would be funnier if he was a Chaos Barbarian like Ashton and the mechanics are broken, since it fits his weird time travel bullshit.
Mr. Eko, Paladin
Eko is such a paladin, like oh my god. What I can't decide is if he's an Oathbreaker paladin working to reform himself or just an Oath of Devotion Paladin who speedran the whole process, but still feels he has much more to do.
Ben Linus, Rogue
Ben is a Mastermind Rogue. Ben is THE Mastermind Rogue. Ben is so good at being a Mastermind Rogue that he forgot his subclass doesn't have a great fight build and kills you anyway. With a nightstick.
Also I think he spends a lot of his time in later seasons with levels in Twilight Cleric since he was effectively Smokey's Richard. He didn't do anything with the power it was just "my evil god who looks like my dead ex-husband whom I murdered gave me these spells I guess."
Juliet Burke, Cleric
Like Jack, I think Juliet's faith goes into either people or abstract concepts, like idk Cleric of Women's Reproductive Rights. Personally, given everything, I think Life Cleric suits her best, which means she has the potential to make some of the funniest jokes ever during her villain era.
Charles Widmore, Warlock
Charles Widmore is 100% a Warlock of the Island, which makes Ben ousting him as President of Everything so much funnier, like bitch the island gave ME magic. I actually have no idea what subclass. I didn't get that far because I'm too busy imagining Alan Dale throwing eldritch blasts at Michael Emerson and still losing.
Daniel Faraday, Artificer
Can Dan be an artillerist simply because of his "i'm gonna detonate a hydrogen bomb line?" No? TOO BAD. i actually don't know about Dan, like artificer fits, but ya boy's a physicist and D&D doesn't care about physics. I don't know why I put him here. I think Dan should get to make magic bombs I guess.
Miles Straume, Cleric
Miles is a grave cleric who has never healed anyone in his life and will not start now, he just uses his Grave Powers to talk to dead people and find where the bodies are.
Richard Alpert, Cleric
It was a tough decision between cleric or paladin for Richard, but let's be real, since he gives off way more long-suffering energy, he might as well be the cleric. Paladins only suffer like that if their name is Zerxus. My suggestion is Light Cleric since Jacob is the being of light on the island. It's poignant.
#i am sure i will look this over in the morning and be like aw shit#i forgot someone i didn't mean to forget#also yes i realize this is a lot of repeating classes and i could have gone on a bigger deep dive#but consider what i was basing this shit on#it's a joke fam#it killed two hours#LOST
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Maybe you could do single dad jj maybank he’s in college and has to do a project with the reader and has to bring the baby with them and they bond and start to hang out a lot then they start to date also maybe she’s a single mom I feel like that would be like a unique thing
thank you so much for this request! i hope you don't mind that i switched it up a bit (and got carried away lol) but reader is the single mom here and her and jj have known each other their whole lives :)
when you know, you know
pairing: jj maybank x reader
summary: y/n needs a babysitter and jj is the only person available.
word count: 3.5k
"Okay, I understand. Thanks, anyway," you sighed, running your hands through your hair and hanging up the phone. Your babysitter had just canceled on you, and the timing could not have been worse.
You had been planning this night for months. Between your classes, a part-time job, and taking care of your 2-year-old Margo, it was nearly impossible to schedule anything. But you desperately needed a night out and your friend Emma had so kindly offered to set you up on a blind date.
You scrolled through your contacts list, looking for anyone that was sober on a Friday night, a seemingly impossible task. Glancing at the time, you realized that you only had an hour left to find a babysitter and get ready.
As panic set in, you received a text from the P4L groupchat.
JJ: Wtw tonight?
Not now JJ, you thought.
Y/N: Trying to find a babysitter, mine just canceled :/
Kie: Oh no, Y/N!! I'm so sorry :(
Cleo: Sorry babes, I totally wouldd but I already lost count of how many drnks I've had 2nite xxx
JJ: Wait, you guys went out already?
Sarah: JJ, we told you it's a girls night.
JJ: In that case, Y/N, I'll watch Margo!
Absolutely not, was your first thought. JJ Maybank was probably the last person you wanted to take care of your child, he was practically one himself.
Besides, since you had Margo, he was always acting weird around you. Before, you two would hang out all the time, but now he only saw you if there was another person there as a buffer. He hardly visited or called, but you were so preoccupied with raising a baby on your own that you hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it.
In the beginning, people assumed it was his baby you were pregnant with, but you never crossed that line because your friendship meant the world to each other. He was the first person you told when you found out you were going to be a mother, and you remember how excited he was for you. It was hard to believe how distant he had become, and you wondered why he had volunteered himself tonight.
You assessed the situation: you hadn't gone out in nearly two years, and who knew when the next opportunity would be? You sighed, hardly believing the words you were about to type on your phone.
Y/N: Ok. How soon can you be here?
Y/N: You better be sober, JJ.
You turned your phone off before the others could protest, knowing that half of them were drunk anyway.
"Uncle JJ is going to come over and watch you tonight, okay? Mommy is going to be gone for just a few hours," you said to your daughter, picking her up and placing her in your eye line so you could do your makeup.
"Jay Jay?" she repeated.
"Yes, honey," you smiled, trying to reassure her, or yourself. Out of all the pogues, Kiara and Sarah babysat Margo the most. She had probably only met JJ a handful of times and you worried about how well she would do with him alone.
As if he could read your mind, your phone began ringing and you looked over to see his face on your screen.
"JJ, please don't tell me you're canceling too."
"What? Oh, no, it's not that. I was just wondering if you needed me to bring anything for Margo?"
"Oh," you relaxed. "Hmmm, I think we have everything we need here. But thank you for asking, JJ."
"Of course," you could hear him smiling on the other line. "You know, thanks for letting me watch Margo. I've been meaning to visit her more."
"JJ, you know you're weren't my first choice," you teased. "But yeah, of course. Thanks, I owe you."
You hung up the phone, thoughts from earlier creeping back into your mind. You always assumed that the baby scared JJ away, but sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more going on.
However, now was not the time for you to be thinking about this, considering that you now had 30 minutes left until your date showed up and you had yet to pick out a dress.
"Hmmmm, let's see. Any suggestions, Margo?" you asked your daughter, combing through your closet for something appropriate. You settled on a short black dress with a boat neck, and black knee high boots to go along with it.
"What do we think, sweetie?" you smiled at Margo.
"Pretty!" she clapped her small hands together.
"Why, thank you, baby. Come on, let's go see if Uncle JJ is here yet," you picked her up and checked your phone for any notifications.
Blind Date: Be there in 5! :)
Crap, you thought. Where is JJ?
You shot back a confirmation for your date and looked out the window for any sign of JJ. You weren't sure if he was biking over or he had borrowed the Twinkie, but there was no sign of anyone outside.
Growing anxious, you gathered Margo's favorite toys and books into the living room and tidied up your apartment to pass the time.
Exactly 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang. You smoothed down your dress and checked your hair in the mirror one last time. Putting on your best smile, you went to open the door.
"Hi–" you started. "Oh, it's you."
"Come on, that's what I get for dropping everything and saving your ass?" JJ responded.
"Sorry, weren't you the one with no plans on a Friday?"
"You know, I can just turn around right now-"
"Stop!" you pleaded. "Okay, sorry, I've been anxious about this all day and I just want to get back to Margo as fast as I can."
"Relax, Y/N. I'm here now," he took in your appearance. "You look great, by the way."
The last time he saw you remotely dressed up like this was prom night.
You couldn't help but blush, looking around for Margo to hide your face. "Margo, look who it is!"
"Jay Jay!" she babbled.
"Oh my god, she knows my name!" JJ replied, looking a little perplexed.
"You know what, I'm surprised too considering she's only met you, like, four times," you said.
"Alright, you're no fun," he looked at you as you traded your daughter over to his arms. "Miss Margo and I here are going to have the time of our lives. Aren't we?"
He tickled her, causing her to giggle. She seemed so comfortable in his arms, you wondered why you were ever worried in the first place.
"Thanks again for doing this, I know we haven't talked in a while-" you started.
"So, where's the lucky guy?" he interrupted you.
"Uhh," you looked over at the clock. "He said he would be here by now."
"Late to the first date? That's a red flag, Y/N."
"As if you're not a walking red flag, JJ. What did you get here on? Your bike?"
"Hey! I refurbished that bike all on my own! It takes a lot of skill to do that."
Just then, the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door, a smile plastered on your face again.
"Hey! You must be Emma's friend! I'm Tom." he greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry for being late, I went to get these flowers for you and was distracted by the girl scouts selling cookies outside. I had to support them, you know?"
"Oh, no worries! Yes, how can you say no to them?" you laughed softly. You took the flowers from him and went to place them on the table closest to you, beckoning him to come in.
"Tom, this is one of my friends, JJ. He's babysitting my daughter, Margo, while we're gone," you said.
"Ah! What a pleasure," Tom went over to shake JJ's hand and politely wave at your daughter. "I promise not to keep your mom out too late tonight."
"That's right, need her back before midnight," JJ remarked.
You playfully pushed him in response, grabbing your keys. "Alright, you have my number so please call me if you need anything. Bye Margo, mommy loves you!"
With that, you and Tom headed outside and into his car.
On the drive over to the restaurant, you learned that Tom was a psychologist, he liked to cook, and reality TV shows were his guilty pleasure. At the restaurant, which was a higher-end place near the water, he pulled out your chair for you.
"I hope this place is okay, I wasn't sure what kind of food you liked so I thought somewhere nicer would be safe," he said.
"Oh, this is perfect. Don't even worry about it," you smiled. "I haven't had a proper night out in so long, I wouldn't have minded if you took me to a burger joint."
He laughed, "Margo is adorable, by the way. How old is she?"
"She's 2," you said. Then, feeling the need to clarify, "I had her when I was 20, at the beginning of my junior year in college."
"I see, how was that? How did you manage classes?" You were surprised at his demeanor, half-expecting him to judge you or run in the opposite direction any second now, but his inquisition was genuine.
"Well, I could still go to classes during the first trimester, but it got more difficult after that so I took a leave of absence. I'm taking night classes now because I work in the mornings."
"Oh nice, what degree are you going for?"
"English, I want to be a teacher," you explained.
"My mom was a teacher," he smiled. "What age do you want to teach?"
"Oh no way! I want to teach elementary school kids. Everyone always tells me how hard it will be, but raising Margo... I don't love anything more than that."
"That's really sweet, are you close with your family?"
You paused, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Depends on who you consider my family, I guess," you laughed awkwardly. "I'm not close with my parents, but my friends? Those are the most important people in my life."
He smiled, "I understand. I'm glad you have a support system, being a single mother can be hard."
"Yeah, I'm super grateful. Actually, my babysitter for tonight canceled last-minute and JJ came to the rescue. I don't know what I would've done without him."
Tom's smile faltered for an unnoticeable second. "How long have you known him for?"
"JJ? My whole life, probably. I can't imagine a time when he wasn't by my side. He was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy, but after..." you trailed off.
"After...?"
"Afterwards," you hesitated, not wanting to bad-mouth your friend. "I guess he started to distance himself more, I think Margo scared him away honestly."
"You think it was Margo and nothing else?"
"What do you mean?"
"I just mean," he sighed. "Do you think there could be any other reason why he would be so supportive of you before and not after you had Margo?"
"I-I'm not sure. I haven't had much time to think about it, I guess."
"You want my opinion?" Tom asked. You searched his face for any sign of spitefulness, but came up empty.
"I saw the way he looked at you and Margo, earlier. That boy is not scared of either of you. In fact, all I saw was love. Did you ever think he’s grappling with those feelings?”
"His feelings? For me?" It was not the first time you thought about it, but it was the first time you heard it verbalized.
"Yes, I know I sound crazy, but seriously, Y/N, what other reason could there be to explain his behavior?"
You racked your brain for all the possible explanations. Tom had a point, if JJ had feelings for you at some point in your friendship, or still does, he might feel the need to distance himself to protect you.
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"I told you, I'm a psychologist. I notice these things," he smiled.
"Is this how all of your first dates go?" you laughed.
"Not all of them, but I’ll admit, a few are like this. But tell me, am I wrong to assume there was something more going on between you two before you got pregnant?"
You sighed, "No, you're not wrong. Our feelings for each other were a truth that neither of us wanted to confront. We were young, we didn't want to be tied down, it was college. But he was always there, by my side, through everything. Of course, I loved him."
"Well, there you go. There's your answer."
Tom dropped you off around midnight. You assured him that there was no need to walk you to your door, you both knew that you needed to have a conversation with JJ.
"Thank you again for tonight, we seriously need to meet up again," you said, before shutting your door.
"Absolutely, I'll give you the address to my office," he joked.
You turned the key into your door as quietly as possible, in case JJ was also asleep with Margo. Inside, the lights were off and you pulled out your phone flashlight to search for him.
You went into Margo's room first, seeing that she was fast asleep in her crib. "Hi baby," you whispered. "Where's Uncle JJ?"
After making sure she was tucked in properly, you turned to go into your bedroom. Sure enough, there was JJ, fast asleep in your bed.
You couldn't help but smile, recalling memories from high school when you two would have sleepovers. Being sure to keep quiet, you changed into your pajamas and got ready for bed.
Trying your best to not wake up JJ, you pulled open the blanket on your side of the bed and slipped in next to him.
"Goodnight, JJ," you whispered.
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In the morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. For a second, you weren't sure you were even in your apartment, remembering that you live alone with Margo and surely, you weren't asleep long enough for her to know her way around the kitchen.
But then you remembered that JJ was babysitting last night and had fallen asleep in your bed before you got home.
After a long stretch, you got up and went into the kitchen.
"There she is, good morning pretty," JJ smiled at you.
"Morning... When did you learn how to cook?" you questioned.
"What do you mean? I've always known how to make pancakes."
"Okay, that is just a straight up lie. In high school you would have chips for breakfast."
JJ put his hand to his chest, taking mock offense. "If you must know, I started teaching myself how to cook last year when I moved off-campus."
"Wow, I must say, I am impressed, Mr. Maybank."
"Please, that's my father. You can call me JJ," he said, causing you both to laugh.
Were his eyes always this blue? You thought, as you admired his features in the morning light.
After a moment, you broke the silence. "Uh- I better go check on Margo. How was she last night, by the way?"
"Oh, amazing. Best kid ever."
"Really? She didn't give you a hard time at all?"
"Nope, must have remembered me from when she was in the womb."
You smiled, turning around to your daughter's room.
Sure enough, Margo was sleeping like the baby she was. You checked the clock, she wouldn't be up for at least another hour.
"Margo's still in one piece?" JJ asked when you reentered the kitchen.
"Yes, somehow,” you mused.
"Good, want to try these pancakes now?"
"Yes, please, I'm starving," you sat down across from JJ.
"Starving? Your date didn't feed you last night?"
"Very funny, if you want to know about my date, you can just ask."
"Okay, how was your date?" he relented.
"He's a psychologist."
"Cool, anything else?" JJ looked slightly confused.
"He was very normal and nice," you added.
“I would hope so.”
“Yes, and he likes to cook too.”
“That’s great, how was the date itself?”
“Oh the date itself…” you trailed off.
"Y/N, why are you acting weird?"
"Weird? Me? I'm just telling you about my date."
"You're talking about him like he's your therapist."
"Well, in a way, it was like a therapy session."
"So the date went bad?"
"No, it was really nice."
JJ looked around the kitchen, "Did I accidentally put something in the pancake batter to make you act like this or...?"
"These are great, by the way," you said, pointing to the pancakes with your fork.
"Thanks, but can we get back to the date?"
"Oh, yeah, well, basically," you started.
"Y/N." JJ was rarely ever serious, but he was starting to look concerned with you.
"Okay, fine. It started off really well, we got to know each other. Then, he was asking about Margo and my family, and I told him about my parents, you know. Then he asked about you, and I told him I've known you forever, but after Margo, you started distancing yourself and we haven't seen or talked to each other in a while, and then-" you rambled.
"Then what?"
"And then, he told me, or rather he made me realize, that maybe we need to address the feelings we may or may not have had for each other before I got pregnant," you finished in a rush.
JJ was silent, you weren't sure if the expression on his face was scared or bemused.
"JJ, please say something."
"Was that all?"
"More or less."
He sighed, "Y/N, I think one of the reasons why our friendship worked so well was because we both knew that at any moment, we could pursue something more, but we didn't. We both knew that doing that would ruin our friendship, something we've had for nearly twenty years. I thought college was going to be four years of partying and distractions, but instead, I had to face reality”
“Distractions?”
“Everyone that wasn’t you was a distraction, in case that wasn’t clear.”
“Uh, no. It wasn't, actually. JJ, you kept telling me you were trying to meet ‘the one!’”
“Well, I was lying! Okay? You were always the one for me. I just didn’t feel like I was the one for you. So I was stupid and I decided we would be better off as friends, but when you got pregnant…”
“When I got pregnant…?”
“When you told me about Margo, I panicked. I knew you were strong enough to do this on your own, but you shouldn’t have had to. I told myself that I was going to be there for you every step of the way, and I was, until you gave birth. I saw Margo for the first time, and I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it.”
“Do what, JJ? You know I never needed you to be her father.”
“I know, I know. I saw her and I couldn’t imagine hurting her. I didn’t want her to know me, because to know me is to be disappointed by me,” he sighed.
“JJ,” you stood up now to wrap your arms around him. “Are you kidding me? I was never, never disappointed by you. I was just worried, babe, that’s all. You stopped talking to me after that.”
JJ allowed himself to fall into your arms. “I’m sorry, it just felt like too much at the time. I loved- love you and Margo so much, that I didn’t know what to do with all of it. So I thought it was best to give you some space, until I was better.”
You chuckled, “Is that why you taught yourself how to cook?”
“Stop, I was actually starving and had no choice.”
“And are you better now?”
“When I heard you were going on a date, do you want to know what I thought?”
“What?”
“I thought, I let her go again. I let you go a million times in college, and here I am, letting you go again.”
When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “You’re the one for me, Y/N. I came over here tonight to show you that. I’m ready for whatever this is going to be, whatever this friendship evolves into. I spent too much time denying the truth, and I think you have too.”
There were not enough words to describe how you were feeling, so you leaned in to kiss your best friend. JJ held your face with such gentleness, you wondered if this was all in your imagination.
Eventually, you pulled away. “I’m done lying, to myself and to each other. This is real, yes?” you asked.
“Yes, I love you, really.”
“I love you too, Maybank.”
You leaned in for a second time, but not before you heard the familiar cries of Margo in the other room.
“Don’t worry, I got it,” he smiled with that boyish grin of his that you loved so much. That you have always loved.
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Sex Pollen~ Severus Snape x Fem Reader
Hellooooo. I had seen a lot of sex pollen fics for other characters out there, so I wrote my own for Severus Snape.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only!!!, smut, sex, implied chocking kink, implied sexual positions, p in v, severus being hot af lol
About 1800 words
enjoy (;
Y/N had started working at Hogwarts just this year as the assistant herbology teacher, as Professor Sprout had been in need of an extra hand with all her greenhouses and classes. She had just finished her pre-lunch class of fourth years and was making her way to the great hall. She made it through the hall and to her usual seat. Shortly, Professor Snape sat down to her left and she uttered a “Professor.”, in recognition of his arrival. She never really understood what all the hate about Snape was. He could be quite harsh at times, yes, but she thought it was just because he was so lonely. But certainly not her type. No. That would be terribly inappropriate. He responded with a quick “Miss L/N.” also in recognition of his colleague.
Once lunch and the remaining classes had finished, she went to dinner. Eventually dinner was finished as well, so she made her way back to the greenhouses and her study. As she went to sit down at her desk, she noticed a mysterious silver vial with emerald green liquid sitting right in the middle of her desk. No note. No explanation. Nothing. Puzzled, she decided that a trip to the potions master would be appropriate. She made her way back to the school, down all the corridors, and into the depths of Hogwarts where Professor Snape’s office lie. She knocked on his classroom door and after what felt like hours, he finally opened the door. “What is it?” Snape asked in his usual monotone bordering reprimanding tone. Suddenly, she froze up a bit. It became hard to use words as she was staring at him. “Um… I found this vial on my desk and was wondering if you knew what it was?” The whole time she was saying this, he was making direct, piercing eye contact which did not help her at all. He rolled his eyes the slightest and then opened the door, beckoning her inside the classroom. “Let me see the vial.” he monotonically said, and she gave it to him. He then walked off into his storage room without another word. She stood there in his classroom for what felt like another few hours, before he returned.
But before Snape could say another word, there was a large yellow explosion of what seemed like clouds or pollen. Y/N immediately ducked in fear of being hit. But as soon as the cloud was there, it disappeared. She looked up and Snape just stood there with a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance on his face. Fuuuuuck, to sit on that face would be heavenly. She jolted herself out of that thought. She usually held her thoughts on a better leash than that… Then all of a sudden, her body began to heat up bit by bit. It started to become painful to touch anything around her. She looked at Snape and he had his hands gripped on the edge of a desk while emitting faint grunts. Ughhhhhh… I want those hands around my neck. At this thought, she finally realized what was going on. How could she have been so dumb… By now, her body was rejecting her own clothing, and she just felt like stripping down completely. “It’s sex pollen.” She said. Snape looked up at her, and said nothing for a minute. “How long?” he asked. She has been to busy thinking about his massive nose and Oh, how I want him underneath me! To even receive his question. “Sorry?” she responded. Snape grunted again whether from frustration or something else and repeated his previous statement in annoyance: “How long will it last?”. Now she got real flustered once she heard his question. “Um… Around a few hours if we're lucky and the dose was low” “And if we’re not lucky?” he asked rather impatiently this time. Now the tension was building more and more in the room. “A few days if the dosage was fully potent” she whimpered from all the physical burning her body was experiencing. Now Snape truly grunted and loud. And she had to hold back a bit of a moan which had started to form in the back of her throat. “There is one way to treat the symptoms…” she said reluctantly. “No” was all he said. Fuck, I want him to directly command me like that… She really needed to get her thoughts under control, but it was hard enough with her body burning up like a wildfire in need of dousing. “Ok… I understand, it’s inappropriate. We can just wait it out, I guess?” she finally successfully uttered through her clouded head of Snape in some not so appropriate positions with her. He grunted again, this time even louder; his knuckles were now fully white against the desk. “Fuck…” he muttered. And this time she couldn’t control her moan, though it was small, he most definitely heard it. Snape’s head shot up a bit at the sound of her, and she immediately bit her tongue, absolutely regretting what her body had just done to her. He looked at her with eyes of restraint, and she could tell he was in the same pain she was. He quickly looked back down again. SHiiiiit, please make me scream so loud that I could never regret it… She winced at the thought, images, and growing pain which was not slowing down in the least. That’s when Snape finally said something. “I think it’s painfully obvious… that we cannot live like this for hours…let alone days…” he uttered this through his grunts and heavy breathing. “What are you suggesting?” he meekly asked, knowing full well in her mind what he was saying Yes, please fuck me!! Fuck me so hard, pleaseeeeee!! “I am suggesting we get this over with and never speak of it again” he said through strained speech. In that moment, a spike of courage ran through her veins and she made her way over to him. Inches away from Snape's face, she whimpered “only this once?”. And he breathily responded “just this once” before clashing into her body with a needy and lustful kiss. Within the second, his tongue was fucking her mouth, making her moan again but he cut her off by pushing her against the desk and kissing her even harder. Breathless, he paused to catch his breath. “Snaaape…” she whimpered, in desperate need of some kind of contact. His eyes meet hers again, but this time they were lustful red. He moved in and grabbed her waist, “Severus. God, Call me Severus…” he practically begged. The grip of Severus’ hands on her waist made her so dizzy her legs could collapse. “Fuck Severus Ok, just touch me… please!” Her words met his with the same amount of desperation and need. And just like that his lips we’re on hers again, all hot and sticky. She went to take off his cloak and unbutton his shirt as quickly as possible and he just groaned and began peppering her neck and collar bone with kisses and soon to be hickeys. This really drew a moan out of her. “Fuuuck…” she whimpered even louder. As soon as his top was off, Severus began quickly stripping her of her top to reveal her green bra. He stood there for a second, looking at her with an intense hunger. In him doing this, she got impatient. She went up to Severus and for the first (but certainly not the last…) time stroked his clothed, hard dick. “Please Severus…” she begged as she greedily stroked his cock through his trousers. Now it was Severus’ turn to moan, and he did so with his head rolling back as she edged him on. “ I swear to God Y/N, if you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here in my trousers” he moaned. Her response was an even louder moan, Fuck, please just destroy me already… As she backed off his hard, pre-cum leaking dick, he grunted “on the desk, now.” She complied so quickly, she couldn’t wait. Severus met her at the edge of the desk and placed his hands on her thighs, slowly riding her skirt up more and more. She mewled in impatience and anticipation. Suddenly, he reached her soaked knickers and ripped them off. She yelped and moaned together in response to this. He then quickly took his trousers and then boxers off. “Fuuuuuck, you look so heavenly” she thought as she drooled at his cock. He chuckled and growled in response, “Why thank you”. Fuck, she hadn’t realized that she had said that aloud, and it it showed on her shocked face. He just chuckled in amusement and went to her ear and whispered “Come on, that’s not even the beginning of what you’ve thought about me” He withdrew with a sly grin, as she sat on the desk legs open just stunned. He then took her thighs again and lined himself up with her pussy. She desperately moaned at the needed attention her pussy was craving. That’s when he thrusted into her for the first time. And god did it feel heavenly… And he didn’t stop, like a starved man. He hadn’t even given her time to adjust, but fuck, the pain made it so much better… She just couldn’t stop moaning as he thrusted into her. Her hands were in his hair and on his back like she was clinging on to him with her life. Strings of “Fuuuck”, “Please Severus”, and “Yes! Right there, please don’t stop!!” flowed consistently from her mouth which only spurred Severus on even more. She could feel her stomach clenching faster and faster. “Shit Severus, I’m gonna cum” she almost screamed through the ecstasy she was experiencing. And he was right there with her, about to explode and fill her with his cum. “Fuck, Do it. Cum on my cock” Severus growled, as he greedily thrusted into her harder. And that’s what did it for her. She came with her vision going white and her loudest moan of “Severus” yet. And he soon followed, cum spurting into her pussy and leaking out the sides. He eventually pulled out, as they both were catching their breaths. Severus left the storage room and came back with a towel to clean up his mess all over her thighs. He then muttered a spell and both of them were fully dressed again. As she went to stand up from the desk, her legs caved in on her and Severus quickly caught her with a small chuckle. “I guess I should have prepared you” he chuckled. “Nothing could have prepared me for that” she said chuckling as Severus looked at her for the first time (but certainly not the last) with a small smile.
#severus snape smut#severus snape#snape smut#snape#snape x reader#severus snapexreader#harry potter smut#smut#snaddy
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Can u tell me more Abt ur OC? Like lore or fun facts or if u have a colored drawing of them to see their color palette ? (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) No pressure tho !
hi yes i would love to! thank you for asking!!!
here’s a colored version of the drawing had in my original post ab this ^^
they are actually a very powerful psychic with only one ability, to be able to block out and not be affected by other psychics abilities. so when saiki does his whole mind control / gene alteration thing on the entire population they r just like ?????? bc they r not affected
they aren’t really aware of this power though, just knew they could tell when weird things happened that people around them either ignored or found normal. it was only found out once aiura transfers to saiki’s school and they could see their power since she’s able to see people’s aura (and their aura is visible even in saiki’s bc it works like a barrier or shield)
I’ve taken to calling them Une (like immune, for their ability) but if i come up with something better i might change it. their hair is actually dark brown and they dye it a purple-blue color. i imagine they were upset as a kid when everyone’s hair started changing to cool colors and theirs stayed the same lol
for some backstory, not power related—
une used to stay with their auntie while their parents traveled for their jobs. after the first time saiki started a time loop they caught on pretty quickly since things that already happened were being repeated (the sense of deja vu was to strong). people were starting to think they were crazy since they kept insisting that this already happened LAST YEAR.
une’s family felt like they needed a change of scenery so they moved to their other aunt’s new house and now live with her and their cousin.
now here’s the family tree i made so it’s easier to understand! they're actually related to yuuta so they are neighbors with saiki,,,
since they have a lot of free time bc they take online advanced classes, they decided picking up a part time job at a nearby coffee shop would be a good idea
saiki actually meets them at the coffee shop first and is kind of weirded out since he can’t read their mind but also. he has priorities (his sweet treats) and prob thinks its just another nendou situation. he does investigate it more when he realizes they r actually his neighbor…
i have more ideas but this is getting long so that is it for now ^^!!
#tdlosk#sknpn#oc insert#oc info#saiki k#saiki fan art#saiki kusou no psi nan#the disastrous life of saiki k.#i have more doodles and ideas actually#but i decided to keep it brief this time…#i’ll post the other doodles later!!#btw there is no romance in this story w my oc#👍🏼
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Spoilers for the Summit pt 3, and under the cut for length
Damn, and I was so convinced it was actually Alexis too.
William, this was not the time or method to let Vincent learn about the murkier parts of your morality. You could have explained it when you told him he had to run the Summit alone. You were just worried that Vincent wouldn't play along if he knew, and you know what? You'd have been right. Everyone makes mistakes when parenting, but I love-hate to see it here. I love the repeated emphasis that William does love Vincent, because that makes it hurt even worse. There's a specific kind of pain with the growth and realization that your parents are people, with real flaws and that make real mistakes.
I'm not saying that Vincent is perfect, either. Porter was right that he was sheltered about it, but Vincent let himself be sheltered as well. Sam, Fred, and Bright Eyes (yes their storyline was scrubbed from the official canon, but then why does Sam get to make it personal about Quinn's actions on Halloween in their little extrajudicial confrontation? I'm getting off topic. Anyway) all had terrible experiences with other vamps, Adam was in the same clan and we all know how messed up he was. Vincent himself experienced how easy it is to push humans to a sort of second class citizen where it didn't matter if he hurt them or overrode their boundaries since he could just wipe memories and it was for his own survival. Why wouldn't other vamps develop that same sort of moral numbness to other people's pain and suffering? It only takes one remorseless vampire monarch for every single one of them to have to resort to those tactics to protect their own regardless of their own personal feelings about violence. Sort of the "carry a bigger stick" mentality that's ridiculously difficult to deescalate (and that's with the benefit of having human generational divides. with immortal vampires everything is personal).
I do wish that Lovely got to interject a little bit more about all of this. The Bennetts were mainly killed for their part in the Inversion. The Inversion which, just so it's stated for the official record, had a pretty big impact on our vampire listener character. Porter says to ask the Shaw pack if the Bennetts deserved to die, but Lovely was right there. I'm hoping there's a follow up with them and Vincent afterwards where they get to say their piece to him, and maybe it will help Vincent understand why William decided that they had to die. They might have better luck once the shock has worn off a bit, had time to settle in. In universe it's only been, what, 2-3 hours since the start of the Summit? I'm giving Vincent a lot of grief, but as a character he's a lot closer to the stress of it all both physically and temporally. The Summit is his duty, therefore (if William has taught him anything about taking responsibility) the Bennett's deaths are also his fault because it happened under his supervision when (in his mind) he was supposed to make everyone "play nicely together" for the evening. He didn't stop it, therefore it's his fault, and he's made it very clear how he feels about causing violence/death.
Speaking of Lovely being oddly quiet, there wasn't a whole lot about Sam being mentioned either. Alexis got brought up, because obviously she would when talking about the amoral and bloodthirsty side of the clan. I think Sam's going to be more pragmatic than Vincent is with all of this, but I can't decide how far he's willing to go about it. Thoughts?
Was anyone else inspired or intrigued by Porter saying that "William always does the right thing"? I was listening (with headphones) out in public before driving home, so the exact wording might be different, but that sounds like there's an interesting story there.
I don't want to have the reputation of someone who just hates on Porter, because damn it I ought to like him more. His character hits so many notes that I like to see. Vincent calling him William's weapon and attack dog? I love watching that kind of relationship and devotion. I've shipped it before, and I will again (though I have to say, that would make Porter's relationship with Vincent so much worse. I kinda want to see the trainwreck of the evil step father). His gray morality, his intelligence, his quick wit, his deft manipulation of people? I can enjoy and envy all of it. But damn his hypocrisy, inconsistency, and that fight is just infuriating. "I can't hold it against you that you act sheltered because you've been sheltered your whole afterlife". Bullshit, Porter, you absolutely did blame Vincent for being sheltered and that's one of the reasons you got in that fight with Vincent in the first place. Porter might not be actively lying to us here, but he's certainly not being truthful. I've already gone through and found quotes to prove it before here. Adding on to the linked post, the way Vincent and Porter are talking to discuss Porter's joining of the clan and how William treated him sounds a whole heck of a lot like Porter joined the Solaires before Vincent did, which only further supports my points there. Ughhh I was in the middle of researching for a different analysis post for other characters; I don't want to be distracted by writing up what I think their fight should have been about. It's almost worse that I don't like him because I keep thinking about how much I should like him and what it would take for me to support him wholeheartedly, flaws and all.
To cap it all off, this subplot has been wonderful so far. I'm happy that someone spelled out all the dirty little secrets for Vincent/Lovely/Us, because my head was starting to spin keeping everything straight and digging up the tiniest insinuations and turning into the Pepe Silvia meme. I know it's not over yet, but I think the evening is starting to wind down for the characters and I'm so glad that it is because the stress and intensity of it all is killing me. I know that this is probably the starting point for more developments later (what is Sweetheart gonna do after all of this in their official department capacity? is any of this going to put David in a rough spot politically? though Sam and Darlin ran into Alexis they didn't really get the chance to weigh in on the whole, y'know, state-sanctioned double murder? where are we going with that little teaser about Quinn having friends in high places? where's Treasure in all of this? Porter's ominous words about Close Knit planning another Inversion-level event??) I'm hoping there's gonna be a bit of a breather. Kudos Mr. Redacted, and thank you.
#redacted asmr#redacted monarchal summit#redacted vincent#redacted william#redacted porter#redacted lovely#redacted sam#redacted solaire clan#redacted spoilers#i was thinking my thoughts and came up with this#yeah I am a wordy bitch#I have a lot of things to say and so many opinions to share#ngl I was planning on writing that Porter 'what if it went different' anyways#but I need time to make sure it's compliant with enough of canon to be as plausible as possible#except for where I'm specifically ignoring what I don't like about the reasons for the fight
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the boy on the train
⤹ now playing: yes to heaven by lana del rey
PAIRING: college student!mark x college student!reader (female!reader)
GENRE: fluffy fluff fluff, strangers to lovers, dark academia (is that considered a genre?? idk), college students meet on the train and bond over music
WARNINGS: explicit language (used only once), i think that's just it
WC: 1,6k
A/N: college boyfriend mark is my weakness, i couldn't help myself on this one, so enjoy your read <3 (it also came out to be a lot longer than i thought?? but i can already tell it's gonna be one of my faves)
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a droplet of water fell on your cheek, another one following immediately after the first one. you lift your head to look at the sky, dark clouds had already formed and were ready to burst.
it was already mid october; anyone could tell by the orange and yellow shades that painted the leaves on the ground, the chilly breeze and the drizzle that was steadily approaching.
you hugged yourself tighter with your coat. where is the goddamn train? i'm gonna be late to class.
as this sentence formed in your head, the train arrived. you grabbed your backpack from the bench behind you and hurried through the door, the sound of rustling leaves being heard on the way.
what you didn't expect though was that the train would be full. of course, students all over town used this form of transportation to get to university. especially on a rainy day like this one.
your eyes scanned the passenger car in hopes of finding an empty seat. your gaze landed on a single empty seat, right beside a boy.
you sighed and walked over there. "excuse me, do you mind me sitting here?" you asked him. no response.
the boy was scrolling on his phone, with furrowed eyebrows and squinty eyes. you then noticed the pair of airpods in his ears. right, that's why he didn't respond.
you lightly tapped his shoulder. "excuse me" you repeat. he looks up at you and takes off one his airpods. "do you mind me sitting here?"
he stuttered a bit. "oh, yeah sure".
he moved his legs to the side so you could get past him and sit on the window's side. it was drizzling now.
the boy went back to reading whatever was on his phone screen, the same concentration as earlier written on his face.
that's when you took a moment to look at him. he was so pretty. sharp bone structure and small features put together his face, the contrast between the two making him unique. his hair fell just a bit over his eyes, under his brown beanie. he was so pretty.
you didn't realize you were staring at him now, at least not until he turned to your side to ask you, hesitation on his voice. "is there something wrong?"
it was your turn to stutter now. "um no," you trailed off, "what are listening to?"
you internally congratulated yourself for coming up with this idea. that was a good cover up, y/n.
"oh, um", he started, "here". he took off one of his airpods and gave it to you.
with uncertain movements, you take the airpod from his hand and put it in your ear. it only took you a couple of seconds before you recognized the familiar tune. "i love this song!" you exclaimed.
he smiled, and you felt your heart twitch at the sight. "really? well i'm glad you like it" he said and went back to reading whatever he was reading earlier on his phone.
you turned your head to look out the window, but it didn't take you long before your eyes fluttered and finally closed shut. the sound of the rain droplets hitting the window accompanied with the sound coming from the airpod formed a veil of calmness all over you.
you would have almost fallen asleep if it weren't for the boy's finger tapping your shoulder. "we've arrived" he said softly and you quickly wore your bag before you got up from your seat.
before you could even realize it, the boy had already got off the train and you were still wearing his airpod. you pushed through the other students so you could get off the train faster and find the boy.
your eyes roamed around campus until you spotted him climbing up the stairs to the main entrance.
"hey!" you yelled. you must have been a bit too loud, because a number of students turned their heads towards the sound of your voice, including him.
you jogged to catch up with him. "you forgot your airpod" you said, taking deep breaths in between.
"it's okay" his voice was a lot calmer than earlier. "you can give it to me at the end of the day".
your eyes widened, heart racing with anxiety. "where will i find you? i might not see you again at the end of the day!" you were panicking and your mouth started rumbling.
the boy placed his hands on your shoulders and shook them a little. "hey, hey relax" he made an attempt to calm you down. "i'll be at the train stop again anyways. you'll find me there"
this still wasn't enough for you to relax completely. "and what if we don't finish classes at the same time? will you be standing there for hours? it's chilling outside!"
he rolled his eyes. "you worry too much. i said i'll be there. now go, you're gonna be late for class" he said and you nodded a couple times before you went inside. right, i shouldn't worry too much.
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after a long day of classes, you let out a big sigh of relief and exhaustion. you felt drained, your energy was running low and the october weather only made you want to go home, lay in bed and drink hot cocoa.
but you couldn't focus on your classes; the boy on the train was the only thought occupying your brain. how come i had never seen him before? sure, the campus is a huge place with so many people, maybe you had never noticed him before.
and his name? what was his name? you didn't get to ask him.
you put your hands inside the pockets of your coat to keep them warm. you found the airpod in one of them and held it tight in your palm.
the train stop was more crowded today. rainy weather wasn't suitable for walking on the way back home, so more students preferred to use the train.
your eyes tried to find the boy among the other students, but your attempts were in vain. you pushed through them, not giving up on trying to find the boy.
and there he was. sitting on the bench under the lamppost, same concentrated expression on his face, airpod in his ear, thin horn-rimmed glasses added as a decoration on his face. but this time, he wasn't scrolling on his phone; instead, he was writing on a small notebook. some of his movements looked like sketches, others like letters.
you approached him and sat down beside him. "so you weren't lying", you started, "you were waiting for me".
he closed his notebook and turned to his side to face you, putting away his pen inside of his pocket. "of course i waited. i'll always wait for you" he said, the corners of his mouth lifting upwards. you returned his smile, mouthing a small "thank you".
the two of you stayed there for a second, looking into each other's eyes. that one second felt like an hour, his bright dark eyes hiding eternity behind them.
great, you were staring at him. again. but he was staring back too. so it didn't really matter.
the train arrived and all the students rushed to get inside. the boy motioned his head to the train and both of you got up and walked towards the door.
you managed to skip through the other students and found two seats beside the window, just like the morning of the same day.
the boy pulled out his phone and nudged your side. "let's listen to some music".
your mouth formed an "oh" and pulled the airpod he gave you out of your pocket.
you should admit that his choices in songs were immaculate. each song he played was one of your recent or old favorites and you couldn't be more glad about it.
apart from the music playing in your ears, the short trip on the way home was quiet. the two of you didn't speak, but it felt anything but awkward. you found yourself enjoying his company, his fingers brushing yours as your hands were resting on the seat, reminding you of his presence.
the train came to a stop and you looked out the window. it was dark outside now, you could barely recognize the scenery in front of you. you squinted your eyes a bit. it was your stop. with quick movements, you got up and hurried towards the door, before it could close and you missed you stop.
what you didn't realize is that the boy got up as well and run after you, getting off at your stop too. you heard footsteps behind you, so you turned around only to face him.
"i thought your stop was a bit later than mine" you said.
he shrugged, scratching nervously the back of his neck. "yeah i know, i," he trailed off, stuttering in between, "it's not that far from here, i'll walk".
"okay" was all you said before you took a last look at him. he turned his heels to leave. "so um, i'll see you tomorrow, i guess", his voice was low and raspy.
"wait!" you called him. you couldn't let him go without him answering the question that's been bothering you all day. "you never got to tell me your name"
he let out a nervous laugh. "oh wow okay, you're right yeah". he looked at you. "my name is mark".
mark. that's all you needed to know.
"well nice to meet you mark," you said "i'm y/n"
"likewise, y/n" he said, turning his heel to leave. again.
"here's your airpod" you extended your arm to give it to him. he turned around, mouth forming an "oh".
"yeah, you can keep it. we'll listen to music tomorrow too i guess, so yeah." his voice almost resembled a murmur.
you smiled at him. a genuine smile. "i'll see you tomorrow then, mark".
he returned the same genuine smile. "sure thing, y/n".
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TAGS: @peachjaem00 @hyuckieslove
#mark fluff#nct mark#mark lee#nct fluff#nct fanfic#nct scenarios#nct fic#nct 127#nct dream#nct drabbles#nct timestamps
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Re: refrainbow (creator of the Boyfriends webtoon) saying the n-word. (Note, I'll be switching between he and they pronouns for refrainbow, since he uses both, I hope it doesn't end up confusing. Also, the bold is to help with reading (at least, it helps with my ADHD, but there's also a td;lr at the bottom as well))
I don't have screenshots or links, but it's been noted that refrainbow has admitted to having said it when he was younger and still learning English (mostly from the internet). They are Indonesian and did not know the history behind the slur. I'm not sure they even knew it was a slur until getting called out for it; from what I've seen, refrainbow thought it was English slang calling someone stupid or bad, due to learning it through I think gaming, where the n-word and other slurs were often thrown around liberally.
People ofc are valid being wary around refrainbow or anyone who's used the n-word or other slurs as general insults (or just saying them in general). No one is entitled to anyone's forgiveness.
One thing I've seen thought up, though, is people saying that refrainbow should have known anyway that the word was off-limits. One anti art-commentary youtuber said, "I knew as a little kid that it was a BAD word, that you just DO NOT say." And yes, as an American kid, I'm sure they were observant enough to realize that it was a horrible word, even if they did not automatically know the history of that word.
Refrainbow is NOT American. He was learning English mainly through the internet, iirc, and even if he was also taking formal English classes, there usually isn't a section on slurs in said language. Now, in my French class, part of the lesson plan was learning about racism north African and Middle Eastern people faced in France (a very compressed lesson; I barely remember what the teacher told us in that lecture). We were not told slurs and told "Do not, under any circumstances, say these words." If I'd been in an online gaming community with a bunch of French kids back then, there is every possibility I could have repeated slurs in French, not knowing they were slurs, if everyone around me were using them like general insults. I would have assumed it was slang first, not slurs.
As for why antis add refrainbow saying the n-word at the very end of a rant/call-out, this is a pretty common tactic that I've seen in call-out-type posts I end up coming across. Lots of buzzwords are used, many with the barest amount of "evidence" (if there is any, or if there is, it's usually worst-faith takes of some post or passage from a fic). Usually it's full of rhetoric meant to stoke people's anger or disgust, and then at the very end is a claim not mentioned in the bulk of the call-out/rant and usually a shorter sentence. It's usually something worse than what else has been stated and may or may not come with actual proof, and this last part might be actually true or true if you hide context around it.
I think there are two main reasons for this. One is that depending on how long the call-out/rant is, most people are more likely to pay attention to just the beginning and end parts, skimming over the rest. Placing "the worse/worst thing" at the end then makes sure people actually read it. Another reason (tied to the first reason) is that this last point is more likely to stick in people's memories this way, so if people only skimmed the rest, they're more likely to believe the other points are true, too, especially if that last point has evidence attached or is easily searched.
There's been a few call-outs in my fandom recently (some were technically responses to earlier call-outs, showing proof that the original people making their call-out posts were lying/twisting the truth), so whenever I find myself getting disgusted or upset, I make sure to go back and read it more closely (if the call-out is about someone I follow/a mutual; I don't have energy to read rants about people I've never heard of before).
td;lr: refrainbow did say the n-word before, he's apologized, explaining that he was still learning English at the time and didn't know how bad the word was, and using points like this at the bottom of a call-out post seems to be deliberate, so that people remember The Bad Thing about the person more clearly.
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FINALLY I WROTE THIS AFTER 2 AND A HALF DAYS!!
Whew... I'm sorry for it being so late on this one.
But I did my best after being inspired by this wonderful art. Thank you @k-chips and @zomandfriends and @wyrdle .
Also this is based off @k-chips 's Dadvell AU yes xD
Thank you for reading and I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors as well.
Under the cut cause it's a bit long and also spoilers.
EDIT: I forgot to add some important tags I'm so sorry also some information cause I rushed to post this and I'm forgetful
Title: But what about you?
Tyme walked through the hallways to speak to Clavell at his office. Everything was going well so far she thought to herself. Everything was going smoothly and even issues that rose were quickly fixed and resolved. She was happy to report to Clavell that there were many willing volunteers to help set up for the first Academy Ace Tournament this Friday and the participants for the battles itself have all signed up.
But as she opened the door to the Director's office, she saw the one last big issue to resolve.
Clavell continuously paced around his office. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over again. He stopped and looked like he thought of something.
Then he grumbled and began pacing around again.
Tyme sighed to herself... There was indeed one last thing that had to be dealt with first.
And perhaps she's the only one who can resolve this problem.
She approached Clavell who kept going and going, as he didn't realize who was already there next to him.
"Director...." Tyme began.
"And there's still the board meeting...." Clavell muttered to himself as he walked away, not noticing Tyme.
"Director Clavell..." Tyme repeated herself as she walked to follow him.
"The Tournament is this Friday... I still need to get a speech prepared..."
"Clavell."
"But of course... I still need to provide more support for Arven and his friends..."
"Clavell!"
"Oh!" Clavell quickly turned to see that Tyme was standing next to him with her hands at her hips and looked at him with the most annoyed expression.
"M-Miss Tyme..." The flustered director spoke, "My goodness... I didn't see you come in... How long were you--?"
"I just got here, Director Clavell...." Tyme shook her head. She could feel the tension within him.
"I must apologize then, Miss Tyme.." Clavell bowed at her, "I have been quite busy with various affairs."
"I'm sure you are, Clavell..." Tyme sighed as she dropped the title, "Though I believe you may have overloaded yourself with too many affairs."
"... Do you think I have?" Clavell wondered, a lot of events have occurred in this school year alone after all. But he was the director, a lot of things are his responsibility.
"Definitely." Tyme nodded, "You need to take care of yourself once in a while, Clavell. You won't be able to help anyone in your state. "
"I suppose you're right but I..." Clavell paused for a moment as he thought of what he needed to do. "Ever since I found out the truth about Team Star and around two years ago... I have to make sure these kids are doing well for themselves now and the school isn't giving them too much trouble ...."
"Yes ..." Tyme did not want to be reminded of that shame she felt when she was told of the truth behind the entire incident. But she has noticed then that the Team's members have started coming back to classes and have been opening up to the teachers and other students... Especially her student, Penny...
"Then the Academy Ace Tournament is this Friday... We need to make sure everything is set up and we got the proper permissions for the location and the shops..."
"Of course..." Tyme and various volunteers have already gotten the permissions needed to set up the Tournament. Chairwoman Geeta already compiled it all for them. She wanted to tell him this, but the man kept on pacing...
"Jacq needs assistance in his classes and his Pokedex as these Paradox Pokemon that Sada brought in have a lot of information to bring up and even to other Pokemon Professors..."
"That's not a rush then is it?" Tyme tried to reassure him, at least to lessen the burden.
"Speaking of Sada, and the Paradox Pokemon..." Clavell already changed the topic as the thought of the incident that happened a couple of months ago, "Dear Arceus... Those kids... I still need to check up on them and their well-being... A couple of months have passed already, I dearly hope that they are still doing okay since then..."
"I'm sure they're doing all right, Clavell..." Tyme remembers seeing the four students in question, enjoying each other's company and having quite a loud yet joyful chat in the cafeteria yesterday. She was quite happy to see that.
"But also Arven...." Clavell clutched his head as he counted in his mental checklist, "I have been worried for him since the incident in Area Zero.... When we found out that his mother had been gone far longer than we realized, then down there to meet the AI and... And..."
"Clavell!" Tyme had grasped his shoulders firmly, and jolted the man awake from his self induced trance, "For Arceus's sake, settle down."
"I... I apologize..." Clavell muttered.
"I know you have a lot to do, but please take care of yourself first." Tyme pleaded with him with the softest look possible, "I worry about you."
"I..." Clavell felt his face heat up by that. "I'm really sorry Tyme... For making you worry for me."
"You've gone through a lot under a span of a year, even more than anyone should." Tyme reassured him again, "You don't have to be sorry for this."
"I know but I..." Clavell began to remember his mental checklist again, "I feel like there is still much more to do..."
Tyme sighed, here we go again.
"I still need to check on the kids...." Clavell counted, "And Arven... He still needs my help, I need to be there for him more..."
"Clavell..." Tyme spoke softly.
"I'll also still need to talk with Team Star, I want to make sure they're doing well too..." He counted it again.
"They're all right...." She reassured him again even though it fell on deaf ears.
"Jacq needs help as well..." Once again he does it.
"That can wait. Even though he knows it's not a priority..." She continued.
"Then there's the tournament... I can't just leave it..."
By then, Tyme had enough and pulled the man to her and enveloped her arms around him, hugging him so tight.
"But what about you?" She says to his ear, "You silly old fool..."
"Tyme... I..."
"I've said it before and I'll say it again... You need to take care of yourself. If you don't then I will... For your sake ..."
"Tyme..." Clavell repeated, as he was unsure of what to say or do. "You don't have to..."
"But I want to." Tyme answered back, "You need this. At least for now..."
Clavell could feel the tears well up in his eyes as he brought his hands upward to return the hug she had given him... "Yes... Yes, please... And thank you."
The two remained like this for a good while as Clavell quietly sobbed as he grasped Tyme's sweater. He was grateful to have her around at his moment of weakness and felt himself relax for once. Tyme rubbed circles on his back as she, herself tried to hold back her own emotions. She hated seeing him like this. When she found out about everything this poor man had gone through in just the course of this school year, she brought it to herself to accompany him more and help him more than ever. It was the best thing she could think of right now. So despite it all, she was relieved that she could finally help him.
As the two finally went silent, Clavell sighed, "Thank you Miss Tyme... I needed that..."
"Good! Now that wasn't so bad, is it?" The two let go of their hug but their hands still on each other. Then the two stiffened.
The realization that they're so close to each other had clicked in for them and they have once again fallen into silence.
"I...umm..." Clavell was the first to speak, with his face flushed red and his hands letting go of Tyme's waist, "Th-thank you Miss Tyme... For that support..."
"O-of course..." Tyme felt her face heat up, and her heart skipped a beat... she never really realized how... good looking... Clavell is up close like this...
"Is there something else wrong, Miss Tyme?" Clavell managed to speak as he felt his own heart rate speed up after being so close to her like this. "You still have your hands on my shoulders..."
"Oh... oh! I... I apologize, Director Clavell!" Tyme quickly removed her hands from him as she felt flustered, "I'm... I'm just glad to help!"
"Of course!" Clavell gave her a soft smile, as he still felt relaxed and happy to be by her side. "If you have time then, shall we have some tea?"
"That would be wonderful!" Tyme smiled at him back. The two are simply delighted to have each other at this time of vulnerability.
"Oh... My... Arceus....." Penny muttered as she peeked through the office door. She was actually there to try to meet up with Director Clavell to talk to him about the STCs and its steady progress and various records with it. But instead she had just witnessed something she definitely wished she could have recorded.
"Well... This can wait..." She said to herself as she slowly closed the door as silently as possible to not get their attention, "Priority one is to gossip this to Riley, Arven, and Nemona.... They're gonna be so happy to hear about this!"
She then silently walked away from the office ready to head back to her friends.
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Sin Eaters Part 9
Yeah, I finally managed to finish this part. I can't believe it. Too much jumping around scenes on my side recently.
Have some funny new thing @cljordan-imperium
Stretching her fingers, Talindra looked down on the tactical bracelet they all wore when they are out in official matters. The magic it held always made her itchy and she could see from the corner of her eyes same went for Wynthan.
“Itchy, eh?”
“Yeah, the magic collides with ours”, he sighed.
She understood what he meant with ours. The horned one magic, not magic in general. Other magic users in her company never lamented about it and the doctors always calmed her down with this being just a sensitivity to the magic. If they would have known. A bitter laugh escaped her.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just thinking about how the meds always said I was just too sensitive to its magic.”
A moment later Wynthan joined the bitter laugh and nodded with an eyeroll.
“In some way it is true but not for the reason they thought.”
“Yeah, the only one I knew who also lamented about it itching was Eshfyrr…. Wait…”
The browns knitted together she stopped and glanced up to Wynthan as they walked down the path to the main street up to the portal.
“I need to catch him during training the first chance we get.”
Wynthan’s smirk was weird, but Talindra realized why it was there the moment she heard footsteps close by as they reached the main street to the portal.
“Tal!”
Eshfyrr came running with a broad smile, also in civilian clothes but wearing the tactical bracelet. Right behind him was his partner Ylvante, who slowly strolled behind him.
“Not so fast, we aren’t going anywhere”, she laughed.
Eshfyrr slowed down in time right before he crashed into Wynthan.
“Sorry guys, I just wanted to take the chance to greet you. Where are you going?”
“Archives. Trying to find some info about my family.”
“What a lucky coincidence”, Ylvante stated in a calm voice but there was a knowing smile towards Wynthan.
“You too?”, Wynthan took the ball he got thrown to Talindra’s surprise.
She pulled Eshfyrr aside and watched whatever would unfold between those horned ones.
“Yes, we are also on our way. Eshfyrr and I came to the conclusion, since we have a lot of time at hand, we can use it to find info on his family since his parents were Sin Eaters. I assume same counts for you, Talindra?”
“Yeah, but wait a second… Esh, you never said a word. I told you all the way.”
Sheepishly Eshfyrr rubbed his neck and looked aside while Talindra tried to find his eyes.
“I didn’t know myself. I puzzled it together with Ylvante’s help yesterday. I only knew I was adopted.”
“I suggest we should go. The earlier we arrive, the faster we get access. We can sort out the rest there.”
The pragmatism in Ylvate was somewhat unsettling but Talindra had to admit he was right. He raised his hands and hushed them all back on the path.
Like little ducklings they continued their way to the transit portal. As unsuspicious as she could Talindra watched Wynthan and Ylvante. There was some strange tension she felt but couldn’t name and she was curious what it was about.
Her thoughts got disrupted by Eshfyrr grabbing her arm and smiling at her.
“Wondering who your parents were?”
His excitement was sweet and innocent. She looked up to Ylvante who noticed her gaze and gently shook his head. He clearly was aware she knew more.
“Honestly, I am curious if there are any relatives left. You know my aunt and uncle died during the east wall incident years ago. They never talked about any siblings or their parents.”
“The east wall incident?”, Ylvante repeated astonished, “Wasn’t it the breakdown of the safety wall when some low-class monster ran against it and rampaged through the living quarters?”
“Yes, I had been dispatched in the North to clear out a camp of monster that came too close and only learned about it when I was back.”
“When exactly did this happen?”, Wynthan asked with a glance Talindra already knew to read as he had a thought.
“About seven years ago. It was during my first year after I signed my ten years contract with the defense unit. Ever since then I only stayed at the quarters when back in the city when I am not out with comrades.”
She shrugged it off, but his look didn’t change and even Ylvante wore a similar one. Eshfyrr threw her a questioning glance, but Talindra could only shrug. Ignoring the whole thing was the best option now, so she activated the portal and hit the symbol for the archives on the panel in front of her.
“You coming?”
The smirk on Wynthan was the only response as he stepped next to her and grabbed her hand to pull her with him. It wasn’t clear if it was his action or the portal that send those funny tingling sensations through her, but Talindra decided for the sake of her sanity it was the portal.
A few second later they stood on the huge place in front of the archives on the other side of the city on top of everything right next to the halls of the triumvirates. The closeness to the latter ones sent a cold chill through her as she remembered how the whole raffle was rigged and what their shadowy planes with the Sin Eaters were. Wynthan squeezed her hand as if he could read her mind and tucked gently towards the huge doors of the archives.
The moment was over when Eshfyrr and Ylvate stepped out of the portal behind them.
“Eternals blessed me, that is impressive”, Eshfyrr stated barely above a whisper.
“Don’t exaggerate like this”, Talindra teased him.
She turned around and found Ylvante had wrapped his arms around Eshfyrr from behind and softly nudged him to move ahead. Before she could acknowledge it, she felt Wynthan pull her towards the doors, making her stumble the first steps in the progress. Giggling she followed and threw herself into his side.
“Jealous again?”, she mouthed and got a huff in response.
The barely visible nod towards the doors was enough to know he would tell her once they were inside and on their own. Slowly the morning became weirder and weirder.
Behind the huge wooden doors was an equally huge entrance hall with multiple desks. It was almost sterile in this light grey and beige coloring with even the desks being of some light grey stone. They picked the closes one and stepped in front of it. The middle-aged man looked up with a sigh.
“How can I help you?”
“I like to have access to the Sin Eater archives and the civilian logs.”
He tilted his head with a frown as his gaze went to her bracelet and then to Wynthan with his horns. A tired huff followed, and he pushed some device over the counter.
“Put your bracelet over it. It will add the access to the part of the archives your security level allows you. It will be the requested archives and the history archives. The doors will open for you as long as you have your bracelets with you.”
“Uhm, well thank you.”
Confused Talindra looked up to Wynthan who was equally astonished about how fast and easy it went. Once her bracelet glowed for a moment as reaction to the new information getting fed to it, she took her arm away and step aside for Wynthan. A desk over Eshfyrr and Ylvante went through the same procedure. Eshfyrr was first and she motioned to Wynthan she took the chance to talk to him for a moment.
As Talindra walked by him, she grabbed her friend by his wrist and pulled him towards the next door where they would be heading anyway. In a movement as she wanted to playfully ruffle his hair she went straight to the area where horns would be if her thoughts about him earlier were right.
Eshfyrr’s eyes widened in shock when he realized what she was about to do but couldn’t say anything in this surrounding beside playing along. For a second, she felt bad for being a little manipulative in this moment, but she needed to know fast and smirked when the well-known rough sensation of filed down horns hit her fingers.
She continued the movement to ruffle his hair and hugged him tight.
“Don’t worry. I am like you”, she whispered into his ear.
Eshfyrr went from stiff in panic to melting in relive in from one breath to the other in her arms and hugged her back.
“Does he know?”
“Yeah. And he?”
“Yeah.”
Both laughed relieved and amused. Slowly they let go of each other only to face two questioning glances. Talindra and Eshfyrr nodded toward each other in silent agreement to share their newfound knowledge later.
“You will learn soon, Natty-boy. Come, we have an awful lot of work ahead.”
“I need to have a word with you about calling me this”, Wynthan snickered.
“Admit it, you like it.”
With a bump of her hips against his she stepped through the door. Behind her she heard the other laugh at her.
“Is she always like this?”, Ylvante asked.
“This is the toned-down version”, Eshfyrr chuckled what caused a pained groan from Wynthan.
A part of her hoped he imagined what the version of her looked like when she went in full force. The huge plate ahead of them took Talindra’s full attention and she walked faster to see where they needed to go. Concentrated on the various floors and wings she didn’t notice Wynthan coming up behind her until he growled into her ear.
“Didn’t you want to behave?”
“I behave. Within my normal behavior.”
“Devil you.”
Eshfyrr cleared his throat next to them with a smile and nodded to the plate.
“Looks like we need only the East Wing. Everything is there. Second and forth floor.”
“We should start with the Civilian records on the fourth floor”, Talindra suggested, “Without having our parents names we won’t get anywhere.”
“Look more closely”, Ylvante pushed with a strange tone, “The Civilian logs are on second and third floor, the Sin Eater logs fourth and fifth. I would suggest since we need information of the newer kind to start at fifth floor.
Wynthan behind her took a deep breath as to calm himself but kept silent. Awful silent for him if Talindra compared it to the previous day.
“Then let’s head to the fifth.”
They moved over to the elevators and stopped a little surprised. It was only big enough for three of them because of Wynthan’s and Ylvante huge built. Eshfyrr and Talindra stepped inside with big grins.
“You need to decide who rides up with us”, Eshfyrr joked.
Before Wynthan could suggest something, Ylvante stepped a few steps back and motioned to him to enter.
“How generous of you. See you upstairs.”
Talindra used the moment to check the elevator for any signs of being bugged. Her glance to Wynthan said he did the same.
“It’s safe, I guess. The whole building is.”
“No bugs?”, Eshfyrr asked to be sure.
Talindra smiled as she saw how he nervously chewed on the corner of his lower lip.
“No bugs or any other devices. Apparently, the archives aren’t interesting enough”, Wynthan stated amused but turned slightly to Eshfyrr, “I like to ask you for a favor. I know from Tal’s reaction you are like her. I know Ylvante longer than you and until he proves he has changed I don’t trust him to have this information.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Me neither”, Talindra joined her comrade’s confusion.
“He is a rat. He will do anything to get better accommodation, treated better, get better food or whatever. He was most of the time the reason the members in our trainings company had to do extra training.”
The icy feeling this revelation brought run through her whole body and she felt her face turn to stone.
“Extra training?”
“Torture to brainwash them”, Talindra explained instead of Wynthan.
The moment she said it, Eshfyrr’s expression changed to unreadable.
“He didn’t tell any of this.”
“There is a lot he likely didn’t tell”, Wynthan stated.
The escalator door opened, and they stepped outside.
“So much?”
There was something in Eshfyrr Talindra always loved about him: How fast he adjusted to new information.
“If you want, I try to get in contact with some horned one elders to learn more about all this.”
“Let me know when you got a day. I want to come with you.”
“I will. I just need your information where you live.”
Eshfyrr raised his finger and with a speed she rarely saw and even made Wynthan huff surprised, he opened the menu of his tactical bracelet and opened his personal information. Talindra held her bracelet over it and checked if the data got copied.
“Gotcha. Like this we also can better coordinate our training. I need to get Kylantha next.”
“That would be helpful indeed. Training in groups, even if we can’t be sure we will form a squad will at least help find a rhythm within a squad frame. Our life depends way too much in this out there.”
With a worried look out of the window Wynthan stated it.
“We get the other’s info as soon as we can. It is a surprise we don’t have them anyway. Like he said, training in a squad already gets a feeling for how things work”, Eshfyrr mused aloud.
Slowly they wandered a few steps away from the escalator.
“Maybe they wanna see who gets to training by themselves, what groups form and so on. All these little psychological games they always play.”
The men nodded slowly at Talindra’s words.
“Would make some weird sense.”
“What would make sense?”, Ylvante stepped out of the escalator with an unreadable face.
“The higher up not giving us the personal information of the other new Sin Eaters to see what groups form by itself”, Talindra repeated thoughtful.
Ylvante snickered the first time since she met him and stepped in front of her.
“Worried about a friend?”, he bent down with a small smile.
For some reason she couldn’t pinpoint it felt like he was interrogating her. She raised an eyebrow at him and huffed, making herself as tall as possible.
“No, worried about staying alive and how to archive it when we can’t train with the others to get to know how they fight, what their abilities are and so on.”
His smile faltered and he straightened up again with an unreadable face.
“That is true. I suggest we should use today for research and see tomorrow the trainings arena and wait who shows up as well.”
“Sounds fair”, Wynthan stated.
Surprised he had stepped next to her at some point, Talindra looked up at him. Behind Ylvante she could see Eshfyrr grin about it like a schoolboy. As cover he opened the map they got on his bracelet interface and studied it.
“Since Tal and I are 28 and 27 years old, I think we should start with the records going back about 35 years?”
“Do you even have a name to look for?”, Talindra asked him.
His rapid blinking was all she needed to know.
“Oh, I think I should start with the Civilian logs then. I wasn’t taken in by family like you.”
Ylvante bent to a small bow and smiled at him.
“I am following your lead, Eshfyrr. This is your quest.”
“See you later up here”, Eshfyrr smirked and went back to the escalator.
Ylvante threw her and Wynthan one last glance, that almost felt threatening, before he followed. The soft glow of Wynthan’s tactical bracelet distracted Talindra and she turned to him, ignoring the knot building in her stomach.
“So, you father’s name?”
“Almyth Revran.”
“Interesting. I forgot your family name.”
“What is so interesting about it?”
“It used to be a horned one family name. I am curious how it made the jump over the fence, but it explains why your horned one blood is so strong. There must be more in you than you think.”
“Do you want to draw my family tree?”
She joked and went to the part of the archives that held the records of the last 50 years. The doors opened gently by themselves.
“What if I do?”
“You are welcome. I have no patience for the graphic part of such a search.”
With a few long steps he was right behind her and caught her mid step to hug her from behind with a low snicker.
“Lucky you, I find doodling calming.”
“Can I declare you my official family tree painter?”
Talindra craned her neck to somehow look at him but only got so far as to get their noses to touch.
“I am honored to do so.”
Slowly Wynthan let go of her and looked around to see if he could find some paper and pens laying around.
“What is your family name?”
The way he jumped told Talindra he was completely engulfed in his search.
“Dreywhin. Why are you asking?”
“Just curious”, she snickered and took his arm to pull him with her, “I am afraid you won’t find pen and paper. You need to note it in your bracelet for today.”
“I am afraid you are right.”
Again, Talindra stretched her fingers and bent her hands in all directions as if she was getting ready for hand-to-hand combat. Wynthan’s snicker behind her made her smile as she walked into the long hallway that held all record of the last 50 years. Her eyes scanned the first row and realized it was sorted in decades and then alphabetic.
“What a weird way to sort this?”, Wynthan commented behind her.
His habit to stand behind her since they arrived at the archives started to make Talindra question him.
“I know. Strangely it will make things easier for us now. We just need to find the entries with R over there and the next block. In one of them my father must appear.”
“Revran, you said?”
“Yes, Almyth Revran.”
Slowly his head came next to hers. His smile pressed against her cheek.
“I take the other block. This way we are faster.”
Fast like a snake her hand grabbed his head and accidentally brushed over the base of a horn. Wynthan breathed in sharp the same moment she turned in the small space to face him. When he opened the eyes again his gaze was clouded. Softly he licked his lips, breathing heavily.
“Sorry, I just wanted to stop you.”
Talindra crunched her face in shame and carefully watched his reaction. The deep growling snicker was nothing she expected, even less how he pressed her against the shelf and kissed her.
“Now you have your answer about the horns”, he whispered against her lips, breath hot on her face.
With a heavy gulp she nodded and snickered embarrassed. A mental note to not come close to his horns for the next weeks later, she rested her hands on his hips.
“Not the way I planned.”
A chuckle and a soft, shy kiss later Wynthan was gone. She swallowed the sigh and breathed in deeply to ignore the ideas in her head, that started to come to life. If she wanted to survive the next two and a half weeks she seriously needed to a grip of her imagination.
With a little delay she also started looking through the records. Since those before her were between 40 and 50 years old the chance was small she would find her father’s name in this block but since she didn’t know how old he was and if he was the older or younger brother, everything needed to be checked.
“Tal? I got him.”
“Wow, you are fast.”
“He is the first in the section with R over here”, Wynthan chuckled and waved with a folder.
While he took a look Talindra came over.
“Stop right there. You mother’s must be there. Look at Endiphal, Yelori.”
Stumbling almost over her steps, she stopped and looked which letter was next to her. She realized she needed to take a few steps back to reach E and started searching. The sound of his steps and how he leaned against the shelves behind them told her he caught up already.
Her eyes squinted against the strange, dimmed light Talindra finally found the folder she was looking for and pulled it out with a triumphant yell. Waving with it she tilted her head back to the entry area but stopped once they were there.
“A reading area is over there.”
Wynthan pointed to their left.
“You looked it up?”
“While you searched your mother’s file.”
The little proud smile was cute on him. He led the way to a small group of tables and armchairs. Both huffed surprised about the unexpected comfort. They took the first group and sat down. Questioning glances got exchanged.
“I don’t know if I am ready for this. I have my mother’s name now. This should help the elders to find relatives, right?”
Her arms rested in her lap as Talindra stared those two folders down. Wynthan wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gently rubbed her upper arm.
“I can copy the important data for you, and you take a look later, if you aren’t ready today.”
Why she hesitated now, Talindra couldn’t name. She knew her father was dead; the question was about her mother’s whereabouts.
Long seconds later, she threw her hands in the air and grabbed her mother’s file. There was a picture of her attached to the first page.
“You look like her.”
His voice was low and soft. In some way it was comforting to see she took after her mother. Even Talindra could recognize the same eyes and facial structure she saw every day in the mirror. The only difference was her mother’s face was more oval with a more prominent cheek bone and the hair was darker and curly, where Talindra’s was wavy.
“Yeah, you can’t deny she is my mom.”
With a small, proud smile Talindra scanned over the information and closed the file with a sigh.
“This won’t help.”
“What is wrong?”
Gently, Wynthan pried the file from her hands and opened it again.
“Yelori Endiphal was declared missing in action on 14th Surin, 547 a.S. after her partner Almyth Revran was the only survivor of a six people strong team to eliminate a small group of four double A monster of the earth shaker category south of the Koleran chasm. Revran couldn’t tell where Endiphal went to but got rescued with two newborns he claimed to be their children. Endiphal’s motherhood couldn’t be confirmed since no medical record of her pregnancy exists. The children were named Talindra and Leenmera. First one got handed to Revran’s brother and his wife. The other child was brought to Hell to see who would care for her since family couldn’t be claimed.”
Wynthan read slowly aloud for which Talindra was thankful because after she saw the date of death she closed it and didn’t look further.
“What? I have a twin?”
“A sister. Leenmera is a woman’s name, and she had horns at birth”, he verified.
“She must be in training now, right? Only three years before she becomes a Sin Eater. Oh Eternals, please let her be less stubborn than me.”
A soft squeeze on her shoulder followed a gentle sigh.
“If she is only half as smart as you, she will know how to avoid the worst. Let’s see who took care of her since the authorities didn’t plan to hand her to your family.”
“Thanks.”
“You are welcome.”
She leaned into him for a moment and let her mind wander. Her mother was MIA and she had a sister. This was clearly nothing she expected. Suddenly she remembered how her uncle told her, her father died shortly after she was born and frowned. With a weird feeling she took her father’s file and opened it.
“This is weird…”
“What?”
Wynthan leaned over the file. Talindra pointed at the last paragraph and started reading.
“Alymth Revran got declared missing in action on 23rd Arestel 547 a.S. after he left his squad during a mission west of Fyllim mountains and was never seen again. Declared dead 27th Arestel 547a.S.”
“That is only three months after you were born”, Wynthan stated confused.
“And he was also MIA. No one really knows what happened to them. Do you think he tried to find her?”
Carefully, he took the file out of her hands and looked at her.
“I know I would if it were you.”
Talindra felt her cheeks going warm and giggled sheepish.
“We still have some get to know to do, you know.”
“I know, but from what those records say, he knew something he didn’t tell. Maybe both did. I know plenty of horned ones who went MIA in this area between the mountains and the chasm. Why, I don’t know, but maybe we will find out in the future, but I know I would never leave my partner out there alone, even less the mother of my children.”
His serious look, and even more serious tone sent shivers down her spine in all the good ways. Out of an impulse she interwove her free hand with his and nodded.
“There you are”, Eshfyrr’s voice sounded off from the main area.
Not knowing if she wanted to kill or hug him, Talindra slightly turned her head to him.
“You found your parents’ names?”
“Yeah”, Eshfyrr beamed excited, “I already know my father had no family that’s why I got put up for adoption. My mother’s name is Thesstasti Dreywhin. Now I try to figure out if she is still an active Sin Eater.”
Ylvante slowly approached them as well with a sour expression once he noticed how Talindra and Wynthan sat there but she couldn’t care less about him.
“Thesstasti Dreywhin?”, Wynthan repeated amused.
Now Talindra also made the connection and started to snicker.
“Yeah, you know her?”
“Oh, I do. She is my aunt.”
With a soft kiss on her temple Wynthan unfolded from her and got up to a seriously baffled Eshfyrr.
“What?”
“Ylvante knows my family name, he could have given you a pointer. So, we are cousins. Mom will laugh for days about this coincidence. Aunt Thess is still active. I think she has about ten more years as Sin Eater, but that means we can contact her now through the internal system.”
Eshfyrr fell in a free chair opposite of Talindra and stared at the ground.
“That wasn’t how I expected things to go.”
“Believe me, I know how you feel. I just learned I have a twin sister”, she stated dryly.
“Wow, that is tough.”
The second Wynthan stepped next to Eshfyrr, Talindra knew what was coming and bit her tongue. The surprised yell of Eshfyrr echoed from the walls when Wynthan surprise hugged him.
“My older brother is back from a mission and will be around for a while. He offered to help with training, so you got to meet more of the family.”
“You will like him. Less enthusiastic puppy than him”, Talindra teased with her thumb pointing at Wynthan, “And his partner reminds me of Kylantha a lot.”
“In this case, I assume we are done here?”, Ylvante stated questioningly towards Eshfyrr who was still in the middle to wrap his head around all of it.
The way how he tried to get away from them and indirectly ordered Eshfyrr to tag along didn’t sit well with Talindra. If it wasn’t for the things, she already heard from Wynthan to dislike Ylvante, the behavior he displayed now was enough.
“You can go if you like. I stay little longer. I guess Tal isn’t done yet?”
She shook her head with a sigh.
“I need to figure out who adopted my sister and if there is any family left on one side.”
The sour expression on Ylvante’s face grew stronger but he nodded.
“In this case, I head back and organize dinner. See you tonight, Eshfyrr.”
He slightly dropped his head in goodbye and turned to leave. All three watched him entering the elevator and the doors closing behind Ylvante. Talindra breathed out relieved.
“What the fuck was that?”
“That was civil for him”, Wynthan remarked.
“He got strange the moment I found my mother’s name but now I know why. He probably doesn’t like having a connection to you”, Eshfyrr stated matter of fact.
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I taught him his games can be played by two.”
Confused by his statement Talindra glanced at Wynthan, who chuckled deep.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t rat him out to the higher-ups, but I made sure the others in the barracks knew it was him who was the rat after I realized it was him.”
Surprisingly, Eshfyrr giggled slightly maliciously.
“He had it coming. But Tal needs help, right?”
“I can do it alone. I just need to find out who adopted my sister”, she pushed him down on a chair close by, “I guess you two have some stuff to talk about.”
“Are you sure?”, Wynthan asked worried.
“I am. Esh needs to be filled in and this place is safe.”
“We will be coming down with you. There is also a resting area.”
Before Talindra could reply Eshfyrr got up again and marched to the elevator. Wynthan shook his head amused at him and nudged her to move. A small smile on her lips she followed her friend who just became more of family than ever before.
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I do. Wanda Maximoff x Reader
GIF is not mine. Credits to the owner
Warnings: Fluff(?), Straight up angst.
A/N: This is my first time publishing a story so please bear with me if it's bad, I'll improve more on my writing!
Wanda Maximoff, the first ever girl I fell in love with. Wait, I’m still falling in love with.
We first met in 1st grade we’re in the same class. Socializing isn't really my thing so it’s hard for me to interact with other people. Our first activity was to find a partner and get to know each other since, I’m a transferee I don’t really know anyone. So I just sat still at my desk, since I’m pretty much bored. I decided to draw some pictures “wow cool drawings” a voice said. I turned around and saw this beautiful girl with her brown hair and mesmerizing eyes “o-oh wow thank y-you?” I said, this is the first time a girl actually approached me so I was so nervous. “Are you new to this school?” she asked “uhm yeah, I’m actually from Y/N/C but we moved because of my dad's work.” I answered “Wow really! There’s a lot of cool places you gotta see since you just moved. I'm gonna give you a tour sometime” Is she asking me to be her friend? No, Probably not nobody wants to be friends with me right? Soon enough she’ll avoid me because I'm too weird.
I was wrong, here we are already 20 something years in our friendship. Did I tell you how we practically became soulmates? She did give me a tour of the whole city which was tiring but of course was fun because I was with her. We went to this really delicious ice cream place and it became our favorite place.
I'm still that loner kid in school and she was the famous girl who got the beauty & brains. One time a group of boys kept bothering me in the library and she stood up for me. Also when my parents divorced, she helped me through it. I cried every night but she was there to make me laugh and we did it vice versa. One time her first boyfriend cheated on her and she was walking through the rain with mascara all over her face so I invited her to my house and she asked me if it's okay she cuddles to me and I of course said yes.
We have a lot of ups and downs but we always find a solution to that. The first time I realized I was in love with her was when she adopted a tiny kitty that we found on the street and she named it "mooncake". I don't why but she said the name was so cute. She said someday she'll become a vet and help all the animals that were abused in their homes.
She is this soft hearted person who just deserves the world and I'm gonna give it to her if I can. You know she never gets mad at a person even though they really hurted her, before you could say sorry she already forgave you. I just want to protect her from all the pain she needs to go through.
Back to reality….
So remember the first boyfriend, Vision they call him that cheated on her? Yeah, she still forgives him and when he asks if they can come back to the way they were she'll always say yes because she thinks he's a brand new person. They broke up 3 times and are still getting back together with the reason "this time he'll never do it I'm sure"
I want to tell her that she deserves a better relationship, she deserves someone who will treat her right, she deserves someone who will never hurt her, someone who really knows her on the inside, someone like me.. I know every single thing about her like how she hides her pain in order to put every single person first before herself, how she plays with her rings whenever she is anxious or when she really loves the song she'll play it on repeat.. She deserves me.
Now here I am at the altar waiting for her. She's now walking down the aisle in her beautiful white wedding dress. Wearing that smile I fell in love with.
"Wanda Maximoff, do you take... as your lawfully wedded husband?"
My eyes are starting to tear up
"I do"
She said I do
"And do you..... take Wanda Maximoff as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do"
"You may now kiss the bride"
I stood up and clapped for them. She finally found the man who she really loves and will treat her right. I will never be the one for her but I will always be the one who would be with her, I'm just the best friend after all and that will forever remain that way.
#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda maximoff x reader#marvel angst#wanda maximoff one shot#wanda x yn angst#wanda mcu
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Hi! Could I request a dark fic with Marilyn manipulating a student into like doing her bidding?
If you can't do it that's okay too, thank you so much❤️❤️❤️.
Yesss, I hope you like it!! Sorry about the language mistakes
Veri'Tea'serum
Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem Student! Reader
Warnings: light smut, drugs use, dark themes
Word count: 2,055
Summary: You don’t know what’s going on, but you feel unable to lie to her after she brought you a mysterious tea.
N/A: Requests are open to you all!!! Sorry about the language mistakes.
“Ms. Thornhill, did you call me?” You said as you peeked through the conservatory door. You couldn't help but be blushing. You liked her, a lot, and sometimes you thought that your looks and blushes were going to give you away someday.
“Yes, (Y/N), come in, please,” she told you kindly. You nodded and wished the red in your cheeks would disappear.
It was strange to be alone with her, it was also like a dream, although you would do everything possible not to show it.
“Wha…did you want something?” You asked, unable to look that woman in the eye. The redhead approached you and she gently lifted your chin so that you looked up, without removing that smile from her face.
“I'm sure my best student wouldn't mind giving me a hand watering the plants. It's a lot of work just for me,” she told you innocently. Your heart started beating fast.
“Of, of course... It will be... It will be a pleasure,” you stammered, taking an involuntary step back.
“Perfect,” she said, clasping her hands. “Come here.”
Between two it was a simple job. You hardly dared to speak, you just wanted to do this simple task well. She smiled at you every time she looked at you. At any moment you'd pass out, your heart rate was too fast.
“Perfect, it’s done. Thank you very much (Y/N), you have been a great helper,” she told you, winking at you. You smiled, still with red cheeks, ready to leave the place, much to your regret.
“If you don't need me for anything else…” You whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Wait, stay a while,” She said to you, unexpectedly. “We can have some tea if you want.”
Your eyes sparkled with excitement. Deep down you felt uncomfortable with her presence, embarrassed. But it was an opportunity that you didn't know if one day it would happen again, so you agreed.
“Sit down, honey,” Marilyn told you, pointing to a chair next to her desk. You moved with slow paces. You were so close to her that you were short of breath, but you tried to maintain your composure. The redhead took out two glasses and poured the contents of a thermos into them, kindly offering one to you.
“I hope you like black tea,” she said amused, seeing your fearful face.
“Yes… Thank you Miss Thornhill,” you stammered.
“Marilyn,” She answered. “Call me Marilyn, I'm not teaching class right now, (Y/N), I don’t need so much formality.”
“Marilyn,” you repeated as if you were a parrot, taking a sip from your glass. You weren't much of a fan of tea, but you had to admit it was good. That it was hers was probably a determining factor.
She looked at you satisfied and smiled at you again.
“Do you like it?” She asked amused.
“Yes,” you said, smiling genuinely, keeping your legs from shaking too much.
At first you didn't say anything. You were very nervous, and it was hard for you to start a meaningful conversation. Fortunately, Marilyn helped you, asking you about your life, your arrival at Nevemore, and other unimportant things. You got used to it soon and talked like a person, and not like a shaky teenager. It was a nice, funny time. You wished it would never end.
“And that's why they realized that I could move things with my mind,” you finished, feeling a little tired all of a sudden.
“Interesting. I'm sure your classmates had a good scare,” Marilyn said, listening carefully to your words.
“Well yes. You should have seen their….Their faces.” Suddenly you felt a little dizzy. You shook your head to try to recover. You were even about to fall off the stool. She held you, with a worried look.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked, placing a hand on your cheek, watching you cautiously. You could have passed out just from that, but you were really dizzy and you just nodded.
“I think so. I just got dizzy,” you said, feeling how your skin turned pale.
“Do you want me to take you to the infirmary? You don't look good,” she asked you with her hand still on your cheek. You unconsciously shook your head.
“No no. I want to stay here with you,” you said, after which you widened your eyes and your whole body began to wobble. That was what you thought, but not what you wanted to say. You blinked several times, unable to believe your own words. Marilyn looked at you with a tender smile and removed her hand from your cheek, never taking her eyes from you.
“How sweet,” she said softly. “Tell me, (Y/N), do you hate any of your classmates?”
That question was out of place. You didn't understand the reason for that question, everything started to get a little strange. For some unknown reason, you needed to respond.
“I hate Bianca Barclay and her entire entourage of sirens,” you said, letting the words roll out of your mouth. “Oh my God.”
“Well, like everyone here,” she said quietly. You were scared and you couldn't hide your trembling anymore. You were speaking involuntarily, and what was even worse, you were confessing thoughts that were well hidden on your mind.
“I don't know what's happening to me… I, I…” You stammered, wanting to wake up from that incipient nightmare. You had the need to leave as quickly as possible.
“Calm down, (Y/N), we're just talking. I promise you that nothing you say go out from here,” she told you, holding your hand.
“But, but it's just that I didn't mean that…” You sighed, trying to keep her hand in yours from distracting you from your escape.
“Do you like someone, (Y/N)?” She asked innocently. That was too much. You did your best not to say anything, but your body acted on its behalf, nodding involuntarily. The redhead's smile turned darker, getting closer to you.
“Who, (Y/N)?”
It was the obvious question. You couldn't feel worse. Tears began to form in your eyes. You were desperate to escape, but your body didn't want to, it had completely blocked.
“I like you,” you said between sobs, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. It was worse than a nightmare.
“Me? Wow, I'm flattered,” she said, apparently without giving it importance. You shook your head and finally found the strength to get up from your chair and try to get out of the conservatory. You couldn't even take two steps, as Marilyn chased after you, holding tightly your arm.
“Let me go, please,” you said while you cried with embarrassment.
“Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you comfortable here with me?” She asked you. Her tone suddenly darkened, making you think something was wrong.
“Y… Yes… But…” You could say, stopping resisting her grip, which it was starting to hurt.
“Then relax, honey,” she told you, pulling you until you were in front of her, very close. “What a nice girl... So you like me... I'm sure you put yourself in the front row so you can see me better, don't you?”
“Yes,” you said, trying to stop crying. “Please, I want to go…” You begged.
She laughed mischievously, grabbing you by the waist, neutralizing any escape route.
“Do you think about me, (Y/N)? Do you fantasize that I put you on the table and make love to you?” She asked in your ear.
Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it. You have never felt so ashamed and humiliated.
“Y…Yes.” You finally confesed, unable to avoid it. Marilyn laughed again and started kissing your neck.
The sensation went unnoticed, due to the fear you felt, but your body didn't miss it, heating up instantly.
“Plants are such a wonderful things, aren't they? It's funny how a few drops of a natural mixture in a normal tea make people to confess their darkest secrets,” she whispered, while she kept kissing you. That was the explanation. That woman, who seemed so innocent, so good and kind, had drugged you. It was surreal. You couldn't believe it.
“Why?” You asked, trying not to enjoy her kisses. Fortunately, the small dizziness that you felt was disappearing, but the feeling that took its place was not what you expected.
“You're such a good girl, so obedient… And on top of that, you're crazy about me. I have to confess that I didn't expect you to be attracted to me. But that makes things much easier...” She said, placing a lock of hair behind your ear.
“What... What things?” You asked. Your whole body trembled, but it was no longer that adulterated tea that prevented you from moving, it was something else. She smiled wickedly and bit her lip, making you shiver.
“Look at you,” she told you, satisfied, seeing how your defenses fell without the chemicals. She slowly approached you and kissed you softly on the lips. That moment was everything you had ever dreamed of, and the disturbing circumstances in which it happened seemed to be hidden by your own emotions. “You're really crazy about me. You didn't even care that I forced you to confess.”
You did not answer. Surely the effect of that tea has already worn off, but you still enjoyed yourself too much to leave now.
With a lustful sigh, Marilyn took her hands to the zipper of your pants, unbuttoning it without you moving a single finger. Fear quickly turned to desire, and you decided to let yourself go. The redhead reached into your pants and underwear, and she caressed you gently. You couldn't help but gasp, no one had ever touched you there, it was someone you were in love with.
“You're soaked, (Y/N)…” She whispered perversely, running up and down your crotch. “Damn...it's amazing...”
You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. With her other hand, she grabbed your chin so that you would open them and look at her. Your need became almost unbearable, but what you longed for never came.
“Has anyone ever touched you like that, honey?” She asked, increasing the intensity of her caresses. You just shook your head. Marilyn looked at you much more interested and she leaned back into your ear. “Are you a virgin, (Y/N)?”
It was a question you didn't want to answer, and there was nothing forcing you to answer anymore, but still, your aroused state was far more powerful than any truth serum, as was the love you felt for her. You nodded, a little embarrassed, feeling how the heat you felt was almost painful.
“You're so adorable…” She whispered, biting your earlobe. “That turns me on a lot, you know? Let me be the one to stop you from being that anymore… Check it out for yourself, sweetheart.”
The redhead grabbed your hand, already leaving your crotch, and brought it to hers, making you stroke it through the fabric of her clothing. Noticing her arousal was what you needed to make you go crazy, and you started to kiss her passionately. She gave up at first, but after a few seconds she put a hand on your chest, stopping you.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she crooned. “Not so fast, sweetie. If you want something, it's going to cost you something.”
You were perplexed, but completely blinded by excitement.
“What, what do you want?” You asked with a small voice.
“How nice you are, (Y/N), would you do anything for me?”
“Anything,” you said without thinking.
“That's the way I like it. You have to get me something, a book. It is in Pilgrim’s World, at the house closed to the public. It is a very old book that I desperately need. I'm sure that with your powers and your angel face it won't be a problem for you. You will bring it to me, right?”
You thought for a moment. You didn't understand why she would want an old book, but it seemed like a too easy task for such a big reward, so you nodded.
“I will, Marilyn.”
She smiled and kissed you quickly on the lips.
“I promise you that you will not regret it, I will make you feel things that you have never felt before, (Y/N). Be good to mommy, and mommy will be good to you.”
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Hi ! Can you write a yeonjun best friends to lovers trope?
yeonjun best friends to lovers trope
Yeonjun has had a crush on you for as long as his memory goes. Yeonjun never realized that he fell for you until this morning. He was staring holes at the back of a the head of a boy you were chatting away with, feeling upset. “Heh, jealous much hyung?” “oh shut up Beomgyu, don’t you have something better to do?” “You’re just sad y/n’s not giving you her attention.” But Yeonjun wasn’t listening, he was already walking towards you and that pesty little boy that was stealing your attention, attention that he was suppose to have.
His world lit up seeing you smile, but them dimmed again remembering that he wasn’t the one making you happy. But don’t worry, through all the daydreaming, he knew exactly what to do in this situation he was going to handle this maturely, “Hey y/n! I need help with problem #21” “Oh of course you do! Come on, sit here.” And he did, but not where you pointed to. He shoved the boy who was also about to sit down next to you and sat right in his seat, “why are you looking at me funny? Help me with this.”
You knew that you’ve had a crush on your best friend Choi Yeonjun for quite some time now.. A couple weeks ago you told the boys, they acted like the ship as sailed and told you that Yeonjun had the exact same feelings. But.. you weren’t very sure if they were just teasing you. It all seems to make sense though- all of his jealous and protective behavior, how he never gets mad at you, and how he gives you special treatment even the boys don’t have. Today only reminded you of those thoughts, so you decided to talked to Taehyun about it during lunch.
Taehyun is lowkey triggered “Oh come on y/n! Are you blind? He would DIEEE for you! Friend?! Friend?! He literally lets you steal his sweatshirts and won’t ask for them back until it’s stained with your smell! I think he’s going to confess soon, he just needs a little push from you!” “Okay.. any ideas?” “Umm y/n he’s your future boyfriend, not mine.” You rolled your eyes at his helpfulness, but it’s almost as if the heavens were on your side, luck struck you in History class.
“... about the foundation era, and the deadline is next Tuesday! Yes, you can pick your own partners and there will be NO TRIOS, I repeat, NO TRIOS. So get to work and if I hear complaining I’ll assign partners instead.” Obviously Yeonjun snached you before anyone else could and dragged you to his house after school. Taehyun’s words are still lingering in your mind, making it hard to focus on anything but the handsome boy in front of you. “.. y/n, y/n! Earth to y/n hello?” “uhh yeah?” “You’re zoning out, but thats okay cause I don’t wanna study either. Do you wanna go to a cafe or something with me?”
You took the opportunity to spend time with Yeonjun and clung onto it, staring at him the whole time. Not that he wasn’t doing the same “Uhhhhh y/n are you alright? Do you want to order anything else? It seems like there’s a lot on your mind today.” You almost blurted out “yeah you” but thankfully shrugged it off instead. Little did you know all he could think about was you. The peaceful moment was interrupted by someone tapping your shoulder, and to your surprise and Yeonjun’s annoyance, it was that boy you were talking to in study hall.
“Hey Y/n! Its such a coincidence seeing you here! Thanks to you, I passed the mathematics exam. Do you.. Wanna hang out this weekend? I- I could use some help with the history project too and s-since you’re so smart I was thinking if we could go to my house and have a sleepove-” Yeonjun was not going to have one. more. second. of this bullshit, “Ayo, you really think that y/n is your personal tutor don’t you? What, do you think she’s going to buy you coffee, take you to the parks, and propose to you too?” Scaring the boy was never his intention but it turned out that way. The boy turned on his heel and ran off. “Junnie, why’d you do that? I’m sure he didn’t mean any harm. Poor guy..” Yeonjun, on the other hand, did not feel bad at all. Another day of protecting his wife, he was feeling quite proud.
He was tired of all these people hitting on you, and in the rush of the moment, he decided to shoot his shot. “Y/nahh, do you see this new shirt I’m wearing? It’s make of very special material.” “Really? What’s so special about it? Isn’t this just cashmere?” “No.” “Then what material is this?” “Boyfriend material.” You scoffed, “Stop messing around yeonjun, and you should go home now, it’s late.” “But it’s only 7 pm?” You didn’t answer him. Even in the dim cafe light, no matter how hard you’re trying to hide it, he could see that you were flustered. “I’m serious Y/n! T-taehyun, Soobin, they all told me so long ago that you had a crush on me and I thought they were joking but I can’t stand all- all these boys hitting on you! Why are you laughing? I’m serious I really am! All those things I listed before were things I wanted to happen to me, buying coffee and going to the park together and- and- yeah.” “Buying coffee and proposing, I’m not sure is something that can take place right now.. But we can go to the park-” “ And do other stuff later! I- Not the proposing, not now, o-or soon, but maybe one day.”
You laughed at how shy he seemed all of a sudden, and you two walked off too your favorite park, not as best friends, not as crushes, but lovers.
a/n: yall im back from my short break! i missed you guys so much. please take good care of yourself, drink lots of water and remember that you are loved!
#txt x reader#txt reactions#txt fluff#txt imagines#txt#txt x y/n#txt x you#txt yeonjun#tomorrow x together fluff#kang taehyun#choi yeonjun#yeonjun#kpop fluff#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop fanfic#kpop#tomorrow by together#beomgyu#choi beomgyu#choi soobin#hueningkai#tomorrow x together
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So I read the third Magirevo novel (it was a very quick read, especially when you skim the parts that are just repeating things it already said which is uuuuh about half of it! Yeah unfortunately the prose has not gotten better) because I knew the final arc didn't get a lot of of time and I was curious to see what got cut out and honestly...not much of value.
There's an additional conversation with Euphie's mother (she exists in the novels!) and Anis' mother, which does show us Anis' mom is genuinely worried about her daughter and realizes she was wrong to put so much pressure on her and is even hoping she'll continue to work on magicology even after becoming Queen (also that Lainie's figured out how to use her brainwashing powers as an anti anxiety med if the target gives consent, which is interesting) and that Euphie's mom...exists, but it doesn't give us any new information or emotional insight that wasn't covered in the anime.
In fact, I mostly have a list of things I'm glad they changed or left out!
-For some reason this book is super into Tomas the Blacksmith, who's has only just been introduced and also doesn't have any personality traits? The scene where Tilty comforts Anis and suggests they ditch this stupid place and make a living as hot conwomen is entirely anime original, instead we get a very boring scene where the blacksmith who has no reason to care about royal spirit pacts or her gf troubles comforts her. So yes, I think the anime made a very good decision in having a touching scene with a character the audience might actually be fond of instead.
We also get a way too extended scene on how they collaborate with Tomas to make the magic dresses, I cannot imagine why the author thinks I would care about this. I guess it's to show Anis has a genuine bond with people of other classes, but they could have used an actually interesting character for that.
-Euphie's arguing with Anis is super repetitive over the queen vs immortal contractor thing in the novel, and Anis is weirdly childish during their duel, screaming "I hate you" at her several times like she's a five year old yelling at Mom which is just jarring considering the stakes and all.
-The duel also comes off as much more brutal, like Anis literally mentions she's going to hit Euphie with the same attack that seriously injured VampireAl and it could kill her and...why???? That makes no sense you're literally having this fight to protect her. Calm down!!!
-For some reason, when Euphie tells Anis she's not a fake, in the book she straddles her and starts shaking her while she's pinned down to the bed (I guess she's jerking her up and down?) Imagine how incredibly awkward it would have looked if the anime copied this, I'm so glad they didn't. The straddling should come later! It takes away the impact of when she pins her to the bed actually romantically!
-Then Euphie accidentally drains Anis' magical energy when they make out with her new super spirit powers and Anis passes out, which is such a dumb ending to a romantic moment, thank god the anime cut that shit. I don't understand why it was there. Did the author just not know how to fade to black?
-In the novel, Anis is the one who orders the sword and names it, rather than it being a sweet gesture from Euphie. The anime is doing so much work here.
-In the novel, for some reason Euphie and Anis decide to battle it out in the sky instead of just dancing- I'd be neutral on this, they're clearly having fun and this is the shit they're into, you do you girls, and it does have the incredibly funny moment where Anis goes "and then Euphie dropkicked me." Except the light novel takes forever to describe it and I ended up skimming over it. How long were they up there. If I were the townspeople I'd be yelling that I did not consent to being part of this bourgeoisie kink display and want to go home. Also when you remember they're both wearing heels there is such a possibility of one of those falling off and beaning someone in the head and killing them.
Things I thought were interesting/was neutral on:
-The anime does leave out some stuff in Lumi's backstory, namely that her father, the king who made the original spirit contract, did so to save the kingdom but eventually became a cruel, horrific ruler due to his emotions withering away, and Lumi had to kill her own dad to stop him. Lumi also shows more of cruel streak herself. I don't think the anime needed this, the whole immortality and emotions fading thing was enough to show there were consequences to the spirit contract, and it kinda makes Euphie look wildly irresponsible she'd risk becoming a despotic ruler. (However, Lumi does say she knows it won't happen to Euphie because Anis is there.) It is an interesting bit of lore though, and the novel leans more heavily on the theme that magic is pretty dangerous and terrible.
-Anis mentions in the novel that thinking she was fake is part of why she didn't tell Al about the rumors or why she left- she was afraid the nobles were catching on to how she was 'wrong' somehow and thought Al would notice too. I thought that was interesting and gave some more context to her actions.
-Tilty walks in on Anis and Euphie in bed together, and is like 'well well well' which was admittedly pretty funny, though it just became too much when Lumi also hopped in. Give them some privacy.
-This was fairly obvious anyway, but since we get Anis' POV the novel confirms her 'you were just kissing me on the lips out of friendship weren't you' was because she thought it was too good to be true. Also she just seems to like arguing for the sake of it, which Euphie points out to her.
All in all the anime is definitely the best way to experience the story. of the first three novels. The novels have too laden with repetition, unneeded exposition and poor pacing, the manga is also occasionally bogged down my exposition too and overall way skeevier, but the anime knows what's important about the story and what changes to make to make it shine. Though I do believe the anime team would have added some good original content if they'd had some extra room, pretty much everything it cut from the novel was not necessary.
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Case 9 - Hikari has a secret admirer!?
[AO3 version!!]
Tailmon is a mature cat with lots of responsibilities, but she also could lose a few brain cells to please Hikari. At least she and Hikari are doing well now!! Since the day she was rescued from Vamdemon’s hands, life has turned into a pleasant adventure for her. Even with the deepest struggles and despair they had faced… Tailmon and Hikari had the help of their friends, and Taichi, to surpass all the sadness and misfortune in the world.
But… Today’s case…
It’s a little complicated.
“... Ichijouji-kun… I need your help.”
Ken was looking at Hikari, who suddenly appeared at the end of his classes and in front of the entrance of his school. Wormmon looked at Ken, who glanced from Wormmon to Hikari in confusion.
“Yes? How can we help you?”
Oddly, Tailmon was not in her usual digimon level form -- she was devolved into Plotmon. This brought some suspicion to both Ken and Wormmon. Seriously, what’s going on there?
“I can’t talk here…” she used her free hand to grab Ken’s arm gently and drag him on a walk, “Can we go to your home, please?”
Ken blinked. What does THIS mean!? His curiosity just hit him badly that he decided to accept the idea. And while they were on the way to his apartment, he noticed Hikari looking behind, and around… Continuously. So… Maybe she has been stalked? -- Ken mused.
Once they arrived at the Ichijouji’s residence, she asked if she wanted something to drink, because he definitely noticed her being quite wary. Hikari accepted a warm tea cup, and then he prepared it for both of them.
“So… What’s wrong?” Ken finally had the moment to ask for the details.
“Someone… is stalking us,” Hikari said, a bit timidly and awkwardly.
“Ah I see” he sipped his tea, then made his next question “Do you know who is?”
“No. All I know is… They left a letter on our apartment’s doorstep”
“Hmm…” Wormmon mused, while Ken did it in silence, “Why do you need our help, Hikari-san?”
“I thought about going to the place they asked us to go and…”
“... And?” Ken and Wormmon repeated.
“... Tell them that I already have a boyfriend...”
“I see…” they said together.
“... And I’d like to ask if you could pretend to be my boyfriend in front of them.”
Ken and Wormmon spat their tea on each other’s faces.
“W-what!?” Ken babbled, “I don’t think this would work… I mean, I think you should’ve asked Takeru-kun or Daisuke for that--”
“Takeru-kun and Daisuke-kun wouldn’t look like the perfect match for this plan… Takeru-kun might be nice but he’s a little scary and I don’t want to have him threatening whoever is this secret admirer. And Daisuke-kun… W-well, he’s Daisuke-kun…!”
“He would end up messing this up” Plotmon explained, “Besides, he doesn’t seem the kind to intimidate someone.”
“Daisuke’s going to murder me…” Ken muttered.
“True, Ken-chan is boyfriend material” Wormmon nodded sagely.
“W-Wormmon!!” Ken blushed. Then, he asked: “Did you tell anyone else about this? Taichi-san? Miyako-san? Iori-kun?”
She and Plotmon shook their heads gently, but frowning. Hikari added: “No, because we didn’t know what to do… Until I had this idea from a TV show I was watching recently.”
“Then, how do you plan to make it work?” Ken and Wormmon said in unison.
“We do this quickly and then we get away with this, without anyone knowing about this plan, ok?” Hikari replied with a timid smile.
Ken did not ask for this, and he hasn't cogitated about Iori as a fake boyfriend because Iori’s younger than Hikari. But deep down Ken knew this wouldn’t work well, but Hikari is so good at manipulating people that when he realized…
“Please, I… I trust you to discover who they are and intercept them”
“F-fine… But… I’d like to say one detail: I like someone else, and I hope we can keep this person away from this…”
“Oh okay! Let’s don’t do anything like that in public, only when we meet that secret admirer.”
… it was too late to go back.
Hikari met Daisuke and Takeru at class the next day, as usual. But Tailmon kept in Plotmon form, which wasn’t usual at all. Daisuke and Chibimon were the first ones to suspect of something wrong:
“Maybe Tailmon got sick!” It was Daisuke’s theory.
“Have you ever seen a digimon sick before?” Takeru asked, innocently.
“I’ve seen one sick! Chibimon got a cold once! He sneezed like a hedgehog!”
“H-hey!!” Chibimon protested.
“But it was a funny sneeze sound that I wish I had recorded for myself…”
“Maybe she’s not sick,” Patamon mused, “Digimon in this world tend to run their energies so fast to maintain higher forms…”
“Ah… That’s true,” Daisuke blinked. Chibimon agreed with a nod.
“Maybe we should ask Plotmon herself?” Takeru suggested, with a warm smile on his face.
“Tailmon devolved because she’s tired” Hikari interrupted them, “Because she got a little sick yesterday. So both are right.”
“Yes, I don’t recommend staying close, it might be contagious,” Plotmon added.
“C-contagious!?” Daisuke and Chibimon gasped.
“It’s just a cold, nothing to worry about,” Hikari giggled.
“No, it is” Plotmon disagreed, with a serious tone, “It might be too contagious so better you, Takeru and Patamon don’t get any closer. Hikari is fine because she’s infected too.”
“W-W-WHAT!? AND YOU WENT TO SCHOOL WHILE SICK!?” Daisuke panicked.
“Um… I-It’s not that bad…”
“HIKARI-CHAN PLEASE GO HOME, NOW! I’LL TELL THE TEACHERS! You can get my notebook for the lessons you miss, but please GO HOME NOW!”
“Plotmon… Forgot to say this is only with Chosen Children!”
“E-eh!?”
“Exactly!” Plotmon added, “Non-partnered humans and digimon cannot get infected. They’re safe. It only affects Chosen Children and partnered digimon.”
Takeru looked at Patamon for a moment and whispered to him: “Hikari-chan and Plotmon are acting weirdly today… That’s definitely a lie.”
“Yeah, but it’s working on Daisuke and Chibimon…” Patamon pointed at the other duo just… standing away from Hikari and Plotmon.
“... I forgot Daisuke-kun and Chibimon are the kind to believe in everything without hesitation…” Takeru sighed.
After class…
“I can’t believe Hikari-chan is sick and we can’t stay close to her!!” Daisuke sighed.
“... Daisuke-kun,” Takeru looked at him seriously, “Did you do something to Hikari-chan and Tailmon?”
“W-what? No! I didn’t!” Daisuke growled, “Do ya think it’s my fault now!?”
“No… It felt like she was trying to keep both of us away from her…”
“Did you do something instead?” Chibimon asked, but innocently.
“Nope.” Patamon answered with a shrug.
“But why would she…” Daisuke seemed concerned, he was glancing at the street while he and Takeru were eating some burgers at a fast food store.
“Should we investigate it?” Chibimon asked the boys and Patamon.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Takeru confessed, “It would be better if we wait until they can explain it to us.”
“Besides, stalking is a bad idea,” Patamon said, looking at Takeru, “Right, Takeru?”
“I don’t say stalking Hikari-chan…” Daisuke frowned, “I don’t want her or Tailmon to get hurt if they’re sick…”
“She’s not sick,” Takeru sighed, “More likely she’s hiding something from us.”
“Yeah… Hmm, do ya think she’s mad at us?”
“If we didn’t do anything wrong, that might not be the case,” Chibimon commented.
“Yeah!” Patamon agreed, “It might be for another reason.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t worry,” Takeru gave Daisuke a smile, “Hikari-chan and Tailmon might be fine, if anything bad happens she will call us five to help her.”
“Y-yeah, it’s not like she got a super secret right?” Daisuke chuckled, but then he saw Hikari on the other side of the street, “Ah, she’s there.”
“I guess she’s waiting for someone… Taichi-san, Miyako-san or another friend outside our group.”
“Yea-- HUH!?”
Daisuke gasped, and then he saw Ken with Hikari now.
“T-TAKERU!” he babbled, “S-SOMETHING IS… UH… WEIRD HERE.”
“Ichijouji-kun? Huh, I didn’t know she would meet him today…”
“But I thought Ken liked-- A-another person I’m not allowed to say because that’s private and if I let anyone else know he might hunt me down!”
“But I thought it was Daisuke who liked Hikari” Patamon and Chibimon said together.
“H-hey!! It’s not like I have a crush on her or something!!”
Well, you’re definitely panicked here about this… -- Takeru thought, shrugging. It’s not a secret that Daisuke has a crush on Hikari, and everyone in that circle is pretty much aware of that, including Hikari herself. But Daisuke… He thinks he’s so good at hiding it to not notice the truth, that he’s too transparent when it comes to his crush on Hikari.
“Takeru.”
Oh no, will he…
“Let’s follow them!”
“Daisuke-kun I don’t think it’s a good idea--”
“Like goddamnit, I just wish they could have told us! We would understand! We wouldn’t do anything to separate them from each other! And it’s not like the-one-who-Ken-has-a-crush-and-I-can’t-tell-ya will be mad either…”
“Don’t you think you’re jumping to conclusions too fast?” Patamon blinked, his face was a legit 😐 right now.
“Miyako’s gonna be disappointed tho” Chibimon frowned, “Hikari got Ken before her.”
“B-before we start panicking about this…” Takeru tried to calm everyone down, “Maybe we should ask them directly. But not now. We have to respect their privacy.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t sound right,” Patamon said, and then ate a french fry, “Here, eat a crunchy french fry!!” He offered it to Chibimon.
“I think I just saw Daisuke-san, Chibimon, Takeru-san and Patamon at the burger shop,” Wormmon commented with the other three.
“As long as they didn’t see us, it will be okay,” Plotmon said calmly.
“But why are we meeting in an alley?” Ken frowned, “There’s something off…”
“It’s what’s said in the letter” Hikari said, “I knew it would be too risky so…”
“You could’ve asked Miyako-san’s help instead… She’s your jogress partner after all…”
“Yeah, but…”
“But?” Ken raised an eyebrow.
“... The reason Tailmon devolved was…”
“Hohoho, there you are my beloved Tailmon~”
Ken put himself in front of Hikari and Plotmon, with Wormmon on guard. The boy just screamed: “Who’s there!?”
“Huh??” the digimon, who looked like a Tailmon costume wore by a humanoid monster (a la Etemon) just popped from the shadows, “Who the heck are you? Where’s Tailmon!?”
“... Betsumon?” Wormmon tilted his head.
“So that’s the reason,” Ken looked at Hikari, “You got the letter talking about someone having a crush on Tailmon, then you knew you were being watched by Betsumon so you lied about the fake date plan and couldn’t put the other in danger. Am I right, Hikari-san?”
“What what what??” Betsumon growled, “you brought this punk with ya!? I asked one thing and you--”
“Miyako and Hawkmon also know,” Plotmon said, “But I can’t Jogress-evolve into Silphymon with Aquilamon. So it would be pointless.”
“Why?” Ken and Wormmon asked.
“Because I have THIS with me,” and then Betsumon showed one of those portable Dark Towers.
“Oh, that makes sense now…” Ken replied with an unpleasant voice tone. Oh of course it’s one of those portable Dark Towers. Again. Someday he will find who’s building those and make them never build one ever again.
“But how can we fight!?” Wormmon seemed concerned, and he glanced at the other three, “You should’ve called for Takeru-san or Daisuke-san’s help.”
Hikari then gave her D-Terminal, “Please, use this.”
“Digimental…?” Ken took it and then… “I got it…” he glanced at Wormmon, “Wormmon, ready?”
“Yeah!”
“What?” Betsumon raised an eyebrow, “Will ya pick a fight against me? I’m a perfect level digimon, you can’t--”
“Light Digimental Up!!”
Wormmon Armor-evolved with the Digimental of Light to a mythological beast, with traces of the Mayan’s Quetzalcoatl, the plumed and winged serpent: Coatlmon.
“Oh I guess you wanna fight someone bigger than you!” Betsumon laughed.
Apparently, Betsumon was smaller than Coatlmon. Ken, Hikari and Plotmon were just staring at him coldly, as if that opponent digimon was just a big joke. That wasn’t funny though…
“That’s my chance…!!” Betsumon’s eyes flashed like lights, and he took the advantage of his ‘Cold Gag’ technique to try to snatch Plotmon from Hikari’s hands.
But Ken shielded Hikari and Plotmon, giving time for Coatlmon to attack and then coil around Betsumon, forcing him drop the portable Dark Tower on the floor. Plotmon jumped from Hikari’s arms, caught the tiny tower and handed it to Ken, who tossed it to the ground and broke it with his foot.
“M-MY DARK TOWER!!” Betsumon cried, then used his paws to hit Coatlmon’s head like if he was hitting the boke of a manzai show -- his special technique: the Tsukkomi Punch !!
“Ouch!” Coatlmon devolved to Wormmon and set Betsumon free, falling in Ken’s arms… He was mentally drained and couldn’t keep his Armor form!!
“Hahaha, that was my best shot!” Betsumon laughed menacingly, “Now let me get my prize!”
“Not so fast,” Ken smirked, a legit Digimon Kaiser smirk. When Betsumon realized, Angewomon had fled in his direction.
“W-WHAT!?” Betsumon screamed, but he recognized that smirk, “Y-YOU’RE THAT… THAT GUY!! THE DIGIMON--”
And then, Angewomon knocked him down with a punch.
“-- KAIS--ACK!!” And then he was knocked out.
“It had been a while since I heard someone calling me by that name…” Ken sighed, then he looked at Hikari, “Case solved, now we should just send him back to the Digital World and you and Tailmon will be free from him.”
“Thank you, Ichijouji-kun but… Are you and Wormmon okay?”
Ken nodded his head, “Yeah, it just caught me off guard for a little… So those things are still in use…” he looked at the shattered Dark Tower on the floor.
“Ken open the gate,” Angewomon asked politely, with Betsumon on her shoulder like if she was carrying a sack of potatoes.
“A-ah, right…” Ken took his D-3 and pointed to a random space in the alley, “Digital Gate, open.”
The gate opened and Betsumon was dumped into it as if Angewomon was taking out the trash. And then, Ken closed the gate.
When they were leaving the alley, they saw a very very EMOTIONAL Daisuke with Chibimon on his head, dragging Takeru by his wrist (with Patamon on Takeru’s head) -- Ken gulped: They will have to explain a lot of this to those two now…
“KEN! YOU, YOU--!!”
“Daisuke I--”
“-- YOU SHOULD’VE SAID ME THAT YOU TWO WERE PLANNIN’ SOMETHING FOR MIYAKO’S BIRTHDAY ALREADY!!”
“Eh!?” Ken and Hikari blinked. Then Daisuke gestured to the store they stood in front of -- a store with stuff for parties.
“At first I thought you and Hikari-chan liked each other!” Daisuke babbled, dramatically of course “But Takeru and I found that too strange! And I know you like you-know-who so it would be bad if you were like that cheap prince named Wallace, the dude from America, y’know!”
Ken and Hikari looked at each other. Didn’t Daisuke see them leaving the alley, so maybe they could roll with it, right?
“But! But Hikari-chan is Miyako’s bestie, and you’re so tall and chill so it wouldn’t mind carrying a few boxes for her, right!?”
“Uh… Yeah!” Hikari nodded, “I called Ichijouji-kun to help me with the packages! But turns out we had to catch a digimon and send it back to the Digital World, so we did it without calling the others!”
Takeru had been shaken by Daisuke’s gestures (because Daisuke didn’t let go of his wrist) and he was completely exhausted from being dragged like that. Daisuke sighed relieved:
“Ok, I’m glad you two are fine… But what was that thing about not gettin’ close to Chosen Children and partnered digimon to not infect them with a flu?”
“H-huh?” Ken looked at her.
“Oh…!!” Hikari was sweating now, but kept calm, “I know you guys would spill the beans if I told you about Miyako’s birthday surprise party, so… I asked for Ichijouji-kun’s help instead.”
“I see… Well then, next time call Takeru and me! We can handle it! We’re strong too!!”
“Right! I will call you and Takeru-kun if we need help then.”
“Call me for wh--” then Daisuke just turned back, still dragging Takeru by his wrist “He-hey! Daisuke-kun--”
“... Should we tell them later?” Ken and Wormmon asked the other two.
“Yes, we should tell them later,” they replied.
“Now that he mentioned it… Isn’t Miyako’s birthday in May?” and then the boy raised an eyebrow, “We’re in August…”
“Considering it was Daisuke who made that assumption, better not remember him yet” Tailmon shrugged, Hikari giggled.
Suddenly, Hikari’s phone rang and she answered the call, it was Miyako: “Hikari-chan! I’m sorry I couldn’t help you with that sneaky creep digimon! But… Are you okay? Did it work?”
“Oh, it worked! You were right, Ichijouji-kun and I beat that Betsumon and… I think we will have to explain it to Takeru-kun and Daisuke-kun later…”
“Oh… Well, I’ll message them later. Are you with Ken-kun now?”
“Yes, he’s here! Do you want to talk to him?” and then she gave the phone to Ken, and he was… a little confused and tense?
“H-hello…?”
“Hello, it’s Miyako!” Miyako said with a happy voice tone, “A-ah, I’m sorry for that! I dumped this on you because of a school club activity… But it was our only option, the other two wouldn’t work for that job!!”
“W-wait, it was your idea??” Ken blinked.
“Hehe… Sorry~”
Of course it was actually Miyako’s plan. Hikari isn’t the kind to make risky plans… Or ask someone to pretend to be a boyfriend to shoo some stalker out. However, Miyako…
Yeah, this explains why Hikari was so tense and nervous. But she was also watched by Betsumon, so…
“... N-next time please explain to me before sending Hikari-san. We almost made Daisuke freak out thinking we were secretly dating.”
“Of course he would put a nail in my perfect plan!” she growled, “But I will explain everything to everyone! Sorry and Thank you~♡”
She hung up. Ken silently gave the phone to Hikari again. Oh that day was… Too stressful, he might go home and crash in bed. He looked at Hikari, his brain kinda fried by whatever happened that day:
“Why did Miyako-san make a plan like this if Tailmon was the target?”
“Uh… We thought Betsumon was a partnered digimon… So we thought it was someone else and Betsumon.”
“That… That sounds right,” he remembered how both Daisuke and V-mon are though…
“We were hiding one more detail though” Tailmon began, explaining, “Someone tried to attack Hikari when she found the letter, and then I protected her. I ran after the suspect, but then I got hit by something and devolved into Plotmon.”
“You mean… Betsumon attacked you?” Wormmon commented.
“Yeah, and then… When I went to look for Tailmon…” Hikari continued from there, “Betsumon found me and asked to bring Tailmon. Hours later, she came home as Plotmon and told me what happened.”
“Hmm…” Ken mused, “That Betsumon was looking after something then…”
“But let’s not worry about it now” Hikari said quickly and awkwardly, “It might be just some love sick Betsumon, right?”
“No, it doesn’t seem to be the case…” Ken thought, “But I’ll keep an eye on our surroundings…”
If it was on purpose or just a digimon in love with Tailmon they don’t know. Whatever comes next is uncertain, so better not waste time thinking too hard about it…
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This is actually a positive post for once.
Anyway, I really love humanity and it's all because of that goddamn S symbol children have scrawled over their notebooks for decades now. Let me explain.
Okay to head some of this off at the pass: I'm aware of the singular explanations. Specifically the Stussy thing, the "superman logo", etc. I just watched this video by LEMMiNO which I think has some pretty good theories, including some I hadn't heard of before. Using a single source for all my info on this ... generally not good ... but legit this is a thing about a doodle I used to do. If you're interested, you can certainly leap into the rabbit hole.
So anyway, stuff I hadn't heard before: How the S was a popular way to stylize an S in graffiti. This shit has been around since at least the 1800s as seen in a book by a princeton professor. Some people in the comments section had found examples of the general pattern being used in paintings as far back as the 1500s.
My fascination is with the ubiquity of it, and people's intensive, yet ultimately fruitless, attempts to find a single point of origin for the pattern. How people don't even remember how they even started doodling it. They say "I learned it from a friend who learned it from another friend who learned it from another friend ... who idk who he learned it from".
Honestly? The simplest answer really is: as humans, and especially as bored children, we love doodling shit. We love making our silly little patterns in the margins of notebooks. And (as referenced in the video) - humanity's had a long and proud history of just making intricate and repeating patterns out of things because it looks nice.
And that simplest answer: that it likely just developed organically with no real singular source. I don't know, it's just kind of having a profound affect on me. Yes I'm philosophizing about a doodle.
It feels profound to me because we live on this huge ass planet with 8 billion other people. However, no matter where we are, we all make our silly little doodles and at some point, someone comes up with the fucking "S" and teaches it to their entire class. It's very pleasing to draw, very easy to draw, and it looks really cool so of course people are going to doodle it literally everywhere. My notebooks were filled with that damn S and also a bunch of zigzag designs (shout out to my english professor for calling me out on that by calling me the "Zig Zag Queen of the Front Table" I wear that title proudly).
My other fascination with the S phenomenon is that we're always looking for an explanation as to why something happened. We always need a story, a neat little narrative. My writer brain goes off about how the S could be some occult symbol being subconsciously implanted by a slumbering eldritch god who's just waiting to be summoned by some 5th grader in Chadron, Nebraska. Or y'know ... Stussy I guess.
I mean think about the pyramids and all the (granted: incredibly racist and colonialist) theories about that*. Oh yes. The reason why civilizations on different continents who had absolutely zero interactions with each other made pyramids is because aliens did it. It's definitely got nothing to do with the fact that we all, fundamentally, likely have similar thought processes and reasoning: Thing with giant base = super duper stable = I can make a huge ass structure out of this. And we all like making giant buildings to worship, it's like fundamental to human existence that we've gotta make big shit and leave our mark.
But that's not interesting, that doesn't seem fulfilling, it doesn't seem complete. It can't be that we're a lot more connected than we all realize. It's gotta be the goddamn aliens. Or Stussy.
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*I want to plainly express that those theories are incredibly racist and are rooted in the general colonialist BS about how those civilizations couldn't possibly be "smart" or "developed" enough or whatever. We can't forget that fact. This is definitely an entrenched belief that's still doing harm to this day and people need to fucking stop. Just because I mentioned I was "fascinated" about a particular aspect of human nature doesn't make me any less disgusted by the fucking "aliens" theory.
#long post#seriously I'm having a moment ... a good moment#the universal S#We really do love our silly little doodles don't we
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I Gave You All (Pt. 2)
I Gave You All (Pt. 2)
Characters: Peter Parker x You
Summary: You weren’t supposed to remember him. And you didn’t. For three years. But you always remembered… something. Little things, every now and again. Now, you have a new neighbor, that honestly..? Doesn’t seem all that new to you. (Can be read as GN reader)
(Post NWH, could technically be read for any Peters if your headcanon is that 2 & 3 were wiped from their universes memory too, but it is being written for adult Tom Holland!Peter Parker)
Word Count: 2,667
Warnings: (18+) Mentions and use of alcohol and ouid. Mild sexuality and language. Angsty. Slow burn emotionally/plot-wise.
Author Note: Hi again! Sorry for the wait! I’m a full-time student with summer classes right now, as well as two new jobs, so this won’t be updated too regularly, but I’m aiming for every two weeks-ish. Also, this is completely self-indulgent. I’m writing to cope with all of my adult problems and it’s a comfort thing, so I hope y’all enjoy, but don’t sweat it if not! 😂 Thanks for reading. -Meg
(Also, a lot of my formatting didn't transfer over, I'm so sorry!)
“You know, it’s crazy how quickly someone’s life can change.” You look at the brown-eyed boy sitting on the fire escape next to you, then turn back to the city skyline.
“How easy it is to stop caring about things that used to mean everything to you. How much of a difference a year, or two, or three can make in your life and how you never thought you could feel more numb than you did then, but suddenly you’re here, even more numb and cold than you were, and you just… can’t do anything about it, because what’s the point of trying anymore?” You steal the joint from the stranger’s nimble fingers and take a drag, letting the burn of the smoke fill your lungs before continuing.
“So, you just go with the flow and ignore the pain until it doesn’t hurt anymore, and you just… don’t care. You don’t even know where the pain is coming from. Because you don’t remember the one thing that ever made you feel human, and you literally can’t think of a meaningful way to do anything about it, so you ignore the present, avoid the future, try… so. hard… to remember the past, and just end up in a never-ending void of “whatever”s and “so what”s. You get high, or-or drunk on a Tuesday night because you literally have nothing better to do or offer society because in all reality… you left. Because what the hell else are you going to do?” You shake your head and take another pull from the joint, thoughts becoming cloudier by the minute.
“I don’t remember your face. But I remember what you meant to me. And I hate that I can’t even hear your voice in a dream.” You clear your throat and snuff out the end of the blunt on the cold metal.
“I don’t know… I think you do know who I am. You’re just now starting to realize it.” Your entire body tenses as you slowly look to your left, Peter Parker’s chocolate brown eyes are looking down at you.
Your eyes fly open to focus on your popcorn ceiling as your alarm blares in your ear. Light from the sunrise peeks through your curtains, and you groan, throwing your pillow over your head, unwilling to get up. This is, in part, to your raging hangover, but for the first time, you remember the entirety of the dream you’ve been having on repeat for the last three years. As you mull over everything your REM cycle produced, you’re sure that the image of your neighbor’s face was there due to his impromptu visit last night. He couldn’t be the shadow from your memories. It didn’t make sense.
Yes, it did.
No. You’ve had the same dream every night since you were 18. The only reason it changed last night was that you met him. That was it. You had never met Peter Parker in your life before 7:36 pm the night before.
Of course.
Because the other alternative is impossible, you would remember. You would remember his voice, the lazy swing of his arms, the soft sound of his laugh, and the awkward gap in his left eyebrow… You stop yourself. Sure, Peter Parker was cute, but he wasn’t worth making you late to your shift.
Debatable.
You hit your alarm clock with a groan and pad to your bathroom, turning on the shower. Your phone lights up with a notification that you elect to ignore for the time being, and a few taps later, your morning playlist is filling the tiled interior of the bathroom. You start to relax as the warm water runs down your back, letting the final reminders of last night wash down the drain. Your headache dulls slightly when you massage the shampoo into your hair, humming to the music. After a while, you step out and begin the rest of your pre-work routine, hair, teeth, face, and clothes, always in that order. When you’re done, you check the time only to find you are, once again, running late.
Grabbing your keys in a blind and frenzied rush out the door, you manage to plow straight into none other than Peter Parker in all of his weekend glory, mop and bucket in hand.
“Woah, sorry! Bad time?” He’s got an amused grin on his face. It almost keeps you distracted from noticing the bruise flowering underneath his left eye. You can make yourself reply after only a split second of hesitation.
“Oh, I’m actually kind of late for work? But-” You reopen the front door and take the extended items from his hands, tossing them in haphazardly. “-Thanks for returning them so quickly.” You give him a sweet smile, trying to ignore your already increasing heart rate.
“Yeah, absolutely! Didn’t want to hold them hostage for too long.” He returns your smile, and you do everything in your power to keep your cheeks from heating up. “I’ll let you go, though. Don’t want to be responsible for you being late to work. Have a good day, Y/N.” He starts back to his apartment, and suddenly you feel as if you’re watching the scene from above when you hear your voice call out.
“Hey, do you wanna get… dinner tonight? Maybe? My treat. Think of it as a welcome present.” Peter Parker turns on his heel to face you, a smile already finding its way onto his damn near perfect face.
“I’d really like that. What time?” You’re shocked he’s said yes, honestly.
“Let’s say 7? I’ll order in.” The tight coil in your chest feels like it’s about to burst in excitement you didn’t know you were carrying, but you hold it together.
“Great! It’s a date.” You step forward some, head tilted down slightly to hide your excitement, pulling a pen from your work supplies and grabbing his hand. You scribble down your phone number and a smiley face before putting it away.
“Text me your Thai order and I’ll grab it on my way home. See you at 7, Parker.” You exchange one last grin and step out of the building, practically floating on air the entire way to work.
🕸🕷🕸
It’s on your lunch break hours later before you’re able to check your phone again. You see a series of new messages on your lock screen and open them, smiling slightly.
Unknown number
Hey! :P
It’s Peter btw
Peter Parker. Your new neighbor.
Your smile grows exponentially when you see the messages have been sent over a period of several hours, the first mere minutes after you had left the building with Peter staring at your phone number inked onto his skin. You reply quickly.
Peter Parker
Hey, Peter Parker :)
Think about what you want for dinner yet?
You wait for a reply, but your thirty-minute break is disappearing quickly. You slide your phone back into your bag and eat your sandwich, your coworker Halie coming to join you.
“What’s got you blushing?” She smirks and opens her own lunch.
“I’m not blushing!” You reply. “It’s hot outside, it’s probably just a sunburn or something!” And she laughs.
“Sure, sunburns always get darker when you mention them, right?” She leans forward. “Did you meet someone the other night? At the bar? I knew you were in the bathroom forever!” You scoff.
“Absolutely not! I was in the bathroom forever because the last Vegas Bomb we did had me fighting for my life…” You shake your head, “And even if I did meet someone, I wouldn’t tell you yet! We may be close, but you know me. I keep the private stuff private.” You shrug and toy with your sandwich, blush only turning a deeper shade of pink as you avoid her gaze. You hear your phone beep in your bag and practically dive for it, Halie doing the very same.
“Come on!! Let me see, please! I won’t bully you or anything!” She manages to wrestle the phone out of your hand and looks at the message, furrowing her brow. “Are you side hustling as a food delivery person?” She holds up the screen, showing Peter’s food order for later that night, and you grin.
“Absolutely, I am. Gotta make a couple of deliveries tonight, actually.” You snatch your phone back and reply with a fast thumbs up and smiley face before hiding it back in your bag. “Now, if you’ll excuse me- my break is over. I’ll see you when you come back inside.” You gather your things and scarf down the rest of your sandwich before heading back inside the building to finish the last few hours of your work day.
🕸🕷🕸
Your feet are dragging as you carry the plastic bags filled with Thai food up the stairs, slightly exhausted from the rush you experienced the last two hours of your shift. You finally reach your front door and let yourself in, placing the food in the microwave to keep it warm while you take yourself into your room to grab clothes and climb in for a quick shower. As you’re wrapping your wet hair in a towel, there’s a soft knock on your front door and you quickly go to answer it. Your heart almost stops when you see your new neighbor standing in the doorway, dressed casually, but holding a slightly wilted bouquet of peonies. The shock on your face must be evident because Peter turns a bright shade of pink.
“Hi! I didn’t really know if flowers were an appropriate ‘thank you’ for letting me borrow a mop and inviting me to dinner, but… Well, I saw you had some cacti and… leafy… things. Thought maybe I could help add to your collection?” He’s rambling in a way that is all too familiar to you, as if you’d already had to stop him from doing the same thing many times before. A smile immediately makes its way onto your face. Peonies have always been your favorite.
“They’re beautiful, Peter. Thank you.” You step to the side, and Peter passes the bouquet over as he walks through your door.
🕸🕷🕸
Hours later there are empty cartons of Thai food spread across your coffee table, and you and Peter are sitting criss-crossed on the couch, facing one another.
“...so, I went to school out of state most of my life, actually. Until freshman year of high school, then my dad moved us here to the city.” You shrug and Peter points to your sweatshirt with a grin.
“Midtown Science? I had some old friends there.” Peter has been listening to your life story with no feigned interest, nodding at all the parts he deemed appropriate, laughing at your mostly-well-timed jokes.
“Yes!” You laugh some, “Who were your friends, maybe I know them?” Peter seems to hesitate slightly, but it doesn’t last too long.
“Ah… Flash Thompson, for one.” And you look surprised. You wouldn’t peg Peter as someone Flash Thompson would get along with, but then again, Flash didn’t really get along with anyone, so you just grin and go along.
“Oh, really?! Huh, interesting. I didn’t think Flash had any real friends, much less a best friend.” Peter laughs, grabbing his beer from the coffee table and taking a sip before countering.
“You know, you wouldn’t be the first to say that. He’s a dick.” He grins over the bottle as you take your turn to laugh.
“Don’t I know it. He tortured my friends and I in school. Or, at least tried to torture us. His mean nicknames were sooo far from clever. Like, my best friend MJ? She became ‘BJ.’ And our friend Ned became ‘Nedipot’??” You shake your head and take a sip of your own beer as Peter mulls this over.
“Those are… actually horrible. Thompson never was much of a wordsmith.” You both go quiet, small grins resting easily on your faces. You stay like this, in comfortable silence for what seems like seconds and hours simultaneously. You eventually turn to the coffee-haired boy, a mischievous glint in your eye.
“I’m gonna go take a smoke. Want to join?” Peter quirks an eyebrow.
“A smoke?” You pull yourself off of the couch with your beer and pad into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of cheetos from your cabinet as you speak.
“Not a cigarette if that’s your question.” You chuckle as you grab a blanket from behind him. “You’re welcome to join if you want, but we do not peer pressure in this house.”
Twenty minutes later the two of you are on your fire escape, wrapped in blankets and passing the cheetos back and forth with orange fingers, the blue chimney tucked safely back in your room.
“So, like, I’m running through campus, fifteen minutes late for class already. My shirt is absolutely covered in queso from my shift, and I get to Connor’s class, right? I sit in the back, try not to interrupt, and the fucker next to me had the audacity to lean over and ask-” You lower your voice to imitate the student in question. “‘-Bruh, did seriously you puke on yourself and come to class?’” You throw your hands up, obviously still upset by the interaction, and Peter is cackling with laughter next to you.
“Like, what?! I’m wearing a shirt that says Queso Hut fuckass!” Peter waves his hands, trying to catch his breath as you huff, snatching the bag of cheetos from him.
“What did you say?!” He asks, still smiling as he leans his forearms of the cool metal in front of him. You just shrug.
“Nothing! I just flipped him off, came home and cried. It was one of those days, you know?” You smile some and grab a chip, turning your head to face him. Your cheeks immediately start to burn when you see him smiling at you, head laying on his folded arms. You clear your throat and look away, back towards the skyline of the city, but in your periphery, you see Peter pull out his phone suddenly. It’s buzzing nonstop, and his face falls.
“I am… so sorry, but there’s a story my boss wants me to take pictures for, and-” You wave him off as he starts to stand.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I get it, work’s important. But are you sure you’re good? For work, I mean?” He nods as the two of you climb back through your bedroom window.
“I’m not driving, and I just have to point and shoot a few times. I’ll be fine.” He gives you a sweet smile as the two of you reach the door. “This was… a lot of fun. I really hope we can do it again sometime.” You nod, turning only slightly pink this time.
“Of course. It really was fun. Thanks for coming over.” The two of you stand awkwardly in the doorway for a moment, before you both surge forward for a chaste kiss on the cheek at the same time. It happens too quickly for either of you to correct the mistake in time, and your lips collide roughly. Suddenly, your brain feels like it’s exploding with every emotion at once, images of a different life flashing behind your eyelids. His presence is gone almost as soon as it appeared. You open your eyes, and Peter looks terrified.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” Maybe it was the weed. Or the beer. Maybe both. But something in you arises that causes you to lean forward again and cut off his apology. He immediately relaxes, placing his hands on your hips. You’re the first to pull away this time.
“You should get to work, Tiger. I’ll see you around.” You grin and practically have to shove his stunned form out of the front door. Once it’s closed, your back slides down the poorly painted wood and you hold your flaming cheeks with a breathy laugh.
Why did that feel so familiar?
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