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PTN SFW Headcanons: Wolverine
Hello my fellow Chiefs, I figured that I would share some of my headcanons for out favorite Feral Huntsmen, please feel free to let me know some of your own and give your opinions on them if you wish to.
That said, let's start, shall we?
Also, here is a link to the Ao3 post if you are curious: Here
1. He had no idea what a Wolverine actually was until the Chief showed him one…he then proceeded to attempt to get one as a pet only to be denied every time, though it did not stop him from trying.
2. He is allowed to leave the Bureau to hunt by the Chief as a means of not only helping add some variety to the kitchen’s stocks but as a means of preventing him from becoming too antsy as a result of being cooped up for so long.
He is of course always being monitored by a multitude of means, though he always comes back, sometimes with some rather…exotic goods, such as a Sand Worm that he had to drag on a small sled and a scorpion he found that was the size of his torso.
Kawa Kawa and Stargaze appreciated having some food from their home, everyone else was not so enthusiastic about it.
3. He attends a special class that the Chief arranged to help the younger Sinners catch up on any missing education, he is a surprisingly decent student in that he is alway attentive and quiet, though this is likely due to the Chief bribing him with extra meat and equipment for his hunts.
4. He has a habit of gnawing on his lips when he is stressed, it can get to the point that he draws blood as a result of his sharpened canines, said sharpening having occurred as a result of a mutation brought about by Mania after he became a Sinner.
It can get to the point he has thin rivulets of blood going down the sides of his mouth, all while he is oblivious to it until it is pointed out. This has resulted in him being given a mouth guard to sleep with and being a frequent visitor of Nurse Anne and Dr. Iron.
5. While he may not understand most of society's norms and standards, and has no real interest in learning about them, he does understand enough of the basics to be left alone for a little while without a supervisor being present, though it is still not advisable for such a thing to be allowed lest someone set him off on accident and wind up with a Pippy thrown at their face and a crossbow bolt somewhere sensitive.
6. He hates mistreatment of animals in any form. If he is going to kill an animal it is because he needs to eat or it was a threat he needed to put down, if neither of these are true and he sees someone hurting an animal then he will be having some impromptu target practice.
7. He supplies Garofano with pelts and hides that he tans himself for her to use in some of her clothes in exchange for her maintaining his own attire for free.
8. He is skilled with not only his crossbow, but also a normal bow and arrow as well as a hunting knife and a hatchet that he keeps with him constantly.
9. He dislikes using guns, he finds them too loud and too cumbersome to be of any real value in his hunts, and besides that they are also a bit too complicated for him to utilize at times.
10. He did not know where babies came from or how reproduction worked until he let slip that he did not know and the Chief told him to go ask Anne and Iron where they came from. They have yet to forgive her for forcing the situation on them.
11. He has become very fond of nature documentaries after seeing one playing on a tv in one of the common rooms and has since amassed a sizable collection of taped ones as well as wildlife books and such, though the Chief had to teach him how to read said books.
All of this has lead to him dreaming of one day creating his own, or at the very least starring in, a documentary about the more dangerous beasts of the Rust, something that Deren and the chief may yet choose to help him with.
12. Pippy has many times managed to get into the vents of the Bureau, and has scared many Sinners and staff alike when it begins to thrash around in the vents as it drags stolen spoils from the kitchen to its makeshift nest near Wolverine’s Cell.
Despite many attempts to prevent it from getting into the vents, nothing has worked and as such a rumor has begun to spread that Pippy may possess a Sinner Power of its own, though there is no proof to back it up.
13. He once got into a boxing match with Zoya in the rec room, though he lost, he fought with enough ferocity to impress the Wolf of Syndicate enough so that she offered him a place in the Legion, though he refused, claiming that he had no interest in working for another gang, Zoya did not take it personally and instead slapped him on the back as she applauded his guts.
14. Another boxing tale has him facing off against Corso in a spar that wound up ending with both of them knocked out and needing treatment, curiously the two seemed to hit it off in the medical bay, perhaps due to Corso and his shared love of animals.
The two have since become friends, and have given the Chief many headaches as a result of them slipping out of the Bureau to not only hunt, but also break up underground animal fighting rings and investigate claims of maltreatment of animals as well.
15. While not a cook of any real renown, he has gained a reputation as making some of the best jerky in all of Dis, enough so that many of the soldiers of the Bureau have approached him in regards to having him make some for their units, alongside of the kitchen staff requesting he teach them how to make it as well.
16. His cell looks like a hunter’s lodge, with pelts and trophies adorning it’s floor and walls, along with his bed being less an actual bed and more a small cave made of mattresses, that the Chief purchased on his behalf with funding earned from his tanning and jerky making, and blankets and pelts.
He likewise has a small projector with a sizable tower of nature documentaries resting beside it, next to an equally large tower of nature books, and a small collection of random objects that he has been given by his friends and the Chief.
17. He is a light sleeper, and upon Dudu being detained, he made it clear that if she did not stop playing her suona, he would find a way into her cell from the vents and make sure that she never performed with it again.
18. He is surprisingly talented at making maps of the areas he has been to, with many of the Bureau’s teams having made use of them during their missions in areas he has already been to.
19. He is a member of a fledgling archery club that has cropped up in the Bureau, to be exact he is in an unspoken competition with EMP for leadership of the club, the pair having never been able to defeat the other in terms of accuracy or rate of fire at the range without tapping into their powers.
20. He is not a fan of flying, and despises being to high in the air to safely land or fight back should the ride be attacked, the same going for swimming as while he has come to enjoy harpoon guns since being introduced to them, much to the Chief’s chagrin, he still finds it too difficult to fight in the water and prefers to remain near to dry land as a result.
21. He can tell real and fake meat apart with just a bite, and even if the taste is exactly the same, he will still become…upset should he find that he has been given fake meat. This came to light during a day when it was uncovered that someone had been attempting to cut costs in the kitchen by using a form of synthetic meat, said attempt ended with them being jumped by Wolverine and other Sinners before they were fired.
22. He is not overly fond of sweet things, though he does enjoy them every now and then, he is more a fan of savory food then sweet, and while he does find combinations of the two types of dishes interesting, he still prefers the dish to be either wholly sweet or wholly savory.
23. He is not fond of rich dishes, not only do they not agree with his stomach, but he personally does not find them to taste any better than the dishes he himself knows how to make, and if anything he finds them to be worse despite the seasoning and techniques used to make them.
24. He is very good at detecting whether or not someone is dangerous, the Chief having come to know that if he is relaxed around someone then they are not a real problem, while if he is tense or uneasy then it is time to be on guard.
The few times he has displayed outright hostile or fearful demeanor of someone, has been in the presence of people like Nox and Dreya (Fear), and Coquelic and Shalom (Hostility), and has been a herald of trying times to come with dealing with these people.
25. As a gift to the Chief, he made a necklace of bones taken from some of his more dangerous hunts, that no one could identify just which beast the center piece, a small skull with multiple eye sockets and a seemingly vertical mouth, only made it more ominous.
Despite the uneasy feeling looking at the necklace gave them, the Chief still accepted the necklace and had it set in a display in their room, something that Wolverine still brags about to this day.
26. He is the embodiment of a ‘Ride or Die’ mentality when it comes to his friends. No matter what happens, they can count on the hunter being there to bail them out in his own way, typically involving a tactically launched pippy aimed at the enemies genitals and a crossbow bolt hellstorm raining down on their foes as he comes to the rescue.
27. He once came back to the Bureau after a particularly deadly hunt with grievous wounds and a claw the size of a normal man’s forearm lodged into his shoulder blade. Despite being in an extreme amount of pain, he was smiling as he told the Chief that he finally found a worthy prey in whitesands.
That the claw was confirmed to not be from a Corruptor, did nothing to lessen the Chief’s concerns over just what kind of monster Wolverine had encountered.
28. He is forbidden from being anywhere near the driver’s side of a vehicle after an incident involving a car, a mall, Pippy hanging on from the antenna of the car, and a thoroughly terrified Chief shooting out the back window at a gang of motorcyclists that were shooting at them.
The specifics of that mission have been classified by the Bureau, partly because of sensitive material, and partly out of second hand embarrassment over what happened that day, though there are rumors agents from the Ninth saying that they had finally found a worse driver than their own director.
29. For his birthday, the Chief took him on a hunting trip with Corso and a few other Sinners, the day ending with Wolverine tucking himself into his small cave with tears of happiness leaking from his eyes as he looked at a group picture that had been taken at the end of the celebration.
All of the other presents, aside from the deer they had caught, while still wonderful, seemed to pale in comparison to that picture, as he looked upon it till he fell asleep with Pippy in his arms.
That's all we have for now, let us know what you think about them and share some of your own if you wish.
Till next time, take care and stay safe all, and pray that we are given a happy event and some happy moments for all of our Sinners and the Chief in the future, we deserve it at this point lol.
#ptn#ptn chief#ptn wolverine#Path To Nowhere#Path to Nowhere wolverine#Path To Nowhere chief#Path to Nowhere headcanons#path to nowhere imagines#ptn headcanons#ptn imagines
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Thank you @restless-witch for tagging me ^^
Questions for 15 friends
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?:
Not as far as I know (i like to believe I'm named after a character feom "Pippi Longstockings" but i know I'm not) If, for some reason, i don't want to tell someone my given name I tend to use names of characters I played in a ttrpg or in a play (my favourite name is Valentine from Twelth Night) if that counts?
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:
Monday, from 8pm until 10:30pm, with some breaks (i had a bit of an exhausting week with a lot of bottled up emotions and rehearsing for a play in which sickness, death and loneliness are prominent topics is both cathartic and very hard sometimes)
DO YOU HAVE KIDS?:
Nope
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?:
i used to play handball (hated it), vaulting (loved it), track and field athletics (hated it), hip hop dancing (it was fun i guess but i also felt incredibly awkward), Judo (loved it), Jiu Jitsu (loved it). Now I dance (for the theatre but I'll still count it) and go running sometimes and very rarely I do some sword fighting with a friend
(i feel like I'm missing something but i dont remember anything else)
DO YOU USE SARCASM?:
Yeah, but only with certain people. I am very bad at telling if someone else is just being sarcastic or is genuinely insulting me, so i often worry that my sarcasm comes across as such. I often follow it up with "just a joke" or something
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?:
Probably hairstyle and clothes? Visual things by which i can try to remember them
WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?:
Brown
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?:
Depends on my mood
ANY TALENTS?:
One time I got out of bed and failed so hard that i broke a foot. Make of that what you will
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?:
Germany
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?:
Theater (including singing, dancing, acting, building the stage set, crafting the props)
cooking (i love doing it, i just don't do it very often)
playing the guitar
ttrpg
going on long walks/hiking
-running
-creative writing
-indulging in the hubris of thinking i can teach myself a new skill without doing any research (aka. Whittling, embroidery, crocheting, making my own dnd dice)
I feel like I'm missing something but oh well
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?:
Sadly no. But I'll give an honourable mention to the dog I'm taking on walks whenever i got time
HOW TALL ARE YOU?:
168cm probably. I haven't measured my height in ages
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?:
Theater and literature. Honourable mention to maths, not because i liked o4 understood the subject but because my teacher was the absolute best
DREAM JOB?:
Kindergarten teacher (and maybe publishing a book one day)
Tagging: @dhwty-writes @parttime-creative @sinilumi @combatbootsfemme @lycanbucky @lokibus @a-kind-of-merry-war @witcher-and-his-bard and everyone else who sees this and wants to do this <3
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if any of the canon krazien from any part in kenopsia had accents how would you describe them as?
oh boy here we go (things i think a Lot about)
They all do naturally have different Kraizenian accents that originate from different regions in the universe. these accents are hard to describe as they're fictional, with usually no real life equivalent to them. and, when they go to learn a new language of another species, they don't have a "Kraizenian accent" as they can perfectly mimic whoever teaches them/whoever is around them speaking the new language.
so, truly, whatever "accent" they have would be up to whatever dialect of X xenolanguage they learned.
for STARS BELOW example:
Alatori has a bit of a posh London accent, Bellojey has a light general Southern US accent when speaking English, Zahalkro sort of just has a null/no accent but will sometimes get a bit of a Cockney flare thanks to Charlotte, Brayziel has a thick Brooklyn accent, both Razprynoy and Morzogo have a slight Russian accent, Tanombri has an Italian accent, Pippi has a French accent, Zatakva also sounds posh but with a more stuck up sound, Silverfish is straight up a pirate, Sychrillo has a slight Mexican accent, etc.
there's others, but they're mostly either null (taught themselves the language without a direct guide) or undecided. the same will also be true for whatever other languages they learn, gaining the accent of how they learned the language, if that makes sense. kraizen weird
for other parts, like TBTL or Corpse Eyes or Event Horizon, it's still reeeeally wip but i like to think their Earth language accents translate into other languages. just. the accent YOU know them to have is how you can interpret it
i hope this makes SENSEEEE kwaiz voices are definitely a Strange Thing
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Enter Maggie Francesca Harrington.
Moved to America from Italy when her father struck it big there.
Lives in Hawkins, Indiana for awhile, she goes into high school and meets Richard “Rich Dick” Harrington.
They fall in love and get married early(she’s 18, he’s 20). Her father, Francesco Giorgio Ricci, despises Richard and doesn’t give his blessing.
Francesco doesn’t approve of Richard, but he’ll be damned if he can’t walk his Pippi down the isle.
They have a beautiful wedding, beautiful reception, everything is paid for by the Harrington family(of course).
Her Maid-of-Honor is none other than Joyce Byers. Joyce was Maggie’s first American friend and has been with her through everything.
Mama and Papa Ricci move back to Italy for 4 years before moving back bc Maggie is pregnant.
April 29, 1967 - Stefano “Steve” Otis Francesco Harrington is born.
Maggie’s mother, Serena Paola Ricci, is full on in love with her little grand baby, her tesorino.
Spoils little Stefano to the max.
Francesco took to teaching him how to cook when he got a little older, as well as teaching him Italian.
Back when Serena still lived in Italy, she was a full-on fashionista: making dresses, taking in the waist, adjusting the lengths, adding, subtracting, the full shebang.
Serena would make Stefano little clothes, accessories of all type whether it be supposedly meant for girls or boys.
Richard had the most problems with this bc his son was not going to become a queer from his grandmother’s influence.
Maggie and Richard fought the most about Serena’s influence on Stefano.
Maggie all for the clothing, she didn’t spend money on clothes, even though they were well off, when her mother could make them for free.
Richard against Serena dressing Steve with whatever she made.
“The clothes make him look like a queer, Maggie! What are we gonna do when people start talking?! If anything, their influence on him needs to stop-” “Who cares?! He’s dressed and gets to spend time with his grandparents! They love him, Richard! Do not take that away from them. Don’t take it away from Steve.”
After that, Grandma and Grandpa don’t come over as often as they used to.
Steve’s confused on why grandma and grandpa aren’t around a lot and Maggie explains that they’re old and wanna have some romantic dates before coming back.
So, Steve starts watching his mother draw and paint and what-not and decides he wants to try too.
She teaches him the works and he takes off, in love with the hobby, then Richard finds out.
He goes off about these kinds of things making children queer and berates him for it.
Richard signs him up for baseball the same day.
Maggie knowing this, still draws with him in secret, teaching him more, both occasionally doing drawings together.
This is the start of Richard’s business trips.
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Italian!Steve has a very special place in my heart.
Also, someone said they envision Sophia Loren as Steve’s grandmother and I can’t unsee it.
Like, I can imagine this is one of the only pictures Steve has of his grandmother.
And someone sees it and interrogates him about it (maybe Robin), and he just gets all sad like, “That’s my grandmother, Serena Paola Ricci. She passed a little while back before all this happened…”, just telling her about how she’s had a big impact on his life, all the activities they used to do together, what she taught him, etc. etc.. And Robin is immediately pulling him into a hug and he sobs cuz he loved his grandparents so much, Serena especially.
#italian!steve#steve harrington#stranger things#italian steve harrington#he has a special place in my heart#i love him#stevie baby#i love him your honor#mama Harrington#richard harrington#steve and robin#robin buckley#platonic stobin#tellatoast writing
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Fandom Meme
I guess this here needed an update. It’s been a while ... several years to be precise.
If you want to do this, too, feel welcome to. ^^
Can I tag you guys, @monkey-li, @mikeilo & @aikoiya !?
I'm just curious ...
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FAVOURITE …
LITERATURE
Fantasy & Sci-Fi
J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, The Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, etc.
M.Z. Bradley’s Avalon-Novels & Firebrand
J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter
Medieval & Antique Literature, Myth & Folklore
Ovid’s Metamorphoses
The Edda
Nibelungenlied
works of Walther von der Vogelweide
Arthurian Romances - like Erec, Iwein, Parzival, etc.
Gregorius
Aeneasroman
Iliad & Odyssee
Murasaki Shikibu’s “Genji Monogatari” (the language is really beautiful, but I can’t stand the protagonist, old philanderer that he is)
some Classics
Pride & Prejudice
Wuthering Heights
The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders
The Picture of Dorian Grey
Dracula
Faust I+II
Macbeth
The Life and Opinions of Tomcat Murr
works of the Brothers Grimm
Siddharta
some “regular” novels
Paulo Coelho’s “The Alchemist”, “Brida”
Nobara Takemoto’s “Shimotsuma Monogatari”
some fanfiction
“Father’s Heart” & “Process of Elimination” by Fern Withy
“Antiquity’s Corollary” by gonnabefamous
biographical books
Mineko Iwasaki’s “Geisha of Gion”
Paramahansa Yogananda’s “Autobiography of a Yogi”
Baird T. Spalding’s “Life and Teachings of the Masters of the East”
interesting non-fiction
such as science-related books / websites
those of a more metaphysical & occult subject matter
or those about more controversial topics, such as Extraterrestrials, so-called “conspiracy theories”, and the like (Problem!? Your loss. I don’t see why I shouldn’t look into these topics. It certainly is interesting, and it’s quite arrogant to assume we have it all figured out. Besides, no one says you have to believe anything you read, but it sure can’t hurt to approach things with a more open mind, and to just look where evidence leads us, when it presents itself.)
SHOWS
Fantasy
Game of Thrones (until D&D started messing things up)
Princess Fantaghiró
Buffy
Wednesday (it`s not too bad, but still quite entertaining)
Sci-Fi
Star Wars - The Clone Wars
The Mandalorian
Star Trek TOS
Doctor Who
some Asian dramas
Gou - Himetachi no Sengoku
Atsu-Hime
Ryomaden
Neko Samurai
some Animé
Avatar - The Last Airbender
several works of Hayao Miyazaki
Leiji Matsumoto’s “Queen Millenia” & “Maetel Legend”
Sailor Moon
Naruto (not anymore, but I still keep it here, for nostalgia reasons)
FANDOM QUESTIONS
DO YOU PREFER REAL-LIFE OR ANIMATED SHOWS?
Both, although there is a definite bias towards the former.
With the latter it greatly depends on the overall quality of the show, as well as the style in which it is presented.
WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST FANDOM?
As a child I had quite some:
Disney Ducks, Pippi Longstocking, Ronja Rovarsdóttir, Princess Fantaghirò, Queen Millenia, and The Addams Family.
While I never was a gamer myself, I very much loved to watch others play games - especially the classic Sonic games, as well as the Super Mario ones … which you can (somewhat) call a childhood fandom of mine, too.
WHAT’S THE LONGEST YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN A FANDOM? WHAT FANDOM WAS IT?
I'm in the Star Wars fandom since the age of twelve, which, in fact, was some years before the prequels came out.
WHAT WAS THE FIRST THING YOU EVER CONTRIBUTED TO A FANDOM?
A drawing of Princess Leia, if I remember correctly.
A PERSON WHO GOT YOU INTO A FANDOM. WHAT FANDOM DID THEY PULL YOU INTO?
@mikeilo got me interested in Prince Phobos (W.I.T.C.H.) several years ago, but to say that I was “involved” in the fandom is a bit too much. It was more about this particular character, though.
NAME A FANDOM YOU DIDN’T CARE / THINK ABOUT UNTIL YOU SAW IT ALL OVER TUMBLR.
No idea.
Tbh, I hardly search for fandom stuff on Tumblr - given experience showed me that the majority here and I don’t get along, taste-wise.
HAS TUMBLR CAUSED YOU TO STOP LIKING ANY FANDOMS? IF SO, WHICH AND WHY?
No, why should I let a community affect my love for a fandom!? It’s not the fandoms’ / characters’ / authors’ fault that some people are just plain disagreeable and obtrusive.
If anything, it has just reinforced my aversion against the things I disliked from the get-go - especially if there is some “activist” fanaticism, connected with aggressive, proselytizing behaviour involved.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE OTHER PEOPLE IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM(S)?
Ambivalent.
There are some obnoxious brats, which should be ignored at best. Drama is a waste of time and energy!
Then again, there are also some very nice people out there.
Most of the time I prefer to have just a few contacts, anyway - i.e. like-minded ones I & my preferences & convictions get along with. Those, I do appreciate greatly, though.
5 FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM 5 DIFFERENT FANDOMS.
Star Wars
Darth Vader / Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade-Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze, Merrin, Asajj Ventress, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Dagan Gera, Santari Khri, Cal Kestis, Arc Trooper Fives, Captain Rex, Hondo Ohnaka, Greez Dritus, Firmus Piett, Chewbacca, R2D2
Tolkien
Mairon / Sauron (but only my headcanon version … the canon one is just awful + the popular fanon one is insufferable, sry), Nienna, Aulë, Olórin, Aiwendil, Rúmil of Tirion, Finrod, Maglor, Thranduil, Tauriel, Lúthien, Galadriel, Nerdanel, Haleth, Eowyn, Faramir, Aragorn, Kili, Samwise
Harry Potter
Severus Snape, Luna Lovegood, Fred & George Weasley, Hagrid, Andromeda Tonks, Regulus Black, Leta Lestrange, the genuinely nice Slytherin students that JKR forgot to mention, Queenie Goldstein, Newt Scamander
Avatar - The last Airbender
Ozai, Ursa, Zuko, Iroh, Katara, Toph, Suki, Sokka, Ty Lee, Aang, Kyoshi, Roku, Master Piandao, Cabbage Guy, Appa
Legend of Zelda
Link, Zelda, Midna, Impa, Purah, Robbie, Urbosa, Riju, Patricia, Revali, Teba, Tulin, Kass, Mipha, Sidon, Yona, Dorephan, Daruk, Yunobo, Bludo, Deku Tree, Terrako, Epona, some Koroks & Bokos (they're a bit anoying, but cute)
Only five characters per section, wasn’t it!? … Nevermind.
A CHARACTER YOU USED TO DISLIKE BUT EVENTUALLY LIKED
Jaime Lannister (book version)
A CHARACTER YOU USED TO LIKE BUT EVENTUALLY DISLIKED
Loki
THE CHARACTER EVERYONE ELSE LOVES THAT YOU DON'T
Melkor
James Potter
Sheldon Cooper
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE FEMALE / MALE SHIPS?
Mairon & Morvanië (an OC of mine - the “Vani” I happen to mention sometimes)
Finrod Felagund & Amarië
Beren Erchamion & Lúthien Tinúviel
Aragorn Elessar & Arwen Undómiel
Anakin Skywalker & Padmé Amidala
Obi-Wan Kenobi & Satine Kryze
Dagan Gera & Santari Khri
Cal & Merrin
Spock & Uhura
Ivo Robotnik & Adelia Sigrún Sharpe (another OC)
Ozai & Ursa
Zuko & Katara
Link & Zelda
King Boo & Hellen Gravely
Hades & Persephone
Vlad Dracula & Mina Harker
Gomez & Morticia Addams
Rhett Butler & Scarlett O'Hara
Mr. Darcy & Lizzie Bennett
Spike & Buffy Summers
Severus Snape & Lily Evans
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE MALE / MALE OR FEMALE / FEMALE SHIPS?
Albus Dumbledore / Gellert Grindelwald
Willow Rosenberg / Tara Maclay
I can’t say that I’m all that emotionally involved in any of these, though, other than finding them somewhat interesting regarding the dynamic between the characters.
If these weren’t canonical pairings already, I would probably never even have thought of them as a romantic shipping constellation at all, as it’s a theme that neither concerns, nor interests me when it comes to the dynamic between characters of the same sex.
Friendships are an entirely different matter, though. But that wasn’t the subject of this question here, was it!?
DO YOU HAVE ANY 3-WAY SHIPS? IF SO, WHAT?
No! I don’t like this theme at all.
A PAIRING YOU SHIP THAT YOU DON’T THINK ANYONE ELSE SHIPS.
My OC / canon ones … alas. T_T
WHAT’S A SHIP THAT YOU WANT TO SHIP PUBLICLY, BUT EVERYONE ON TUMBLR HATES IT, SO YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT ABOUT IT?
I’m just doing my thing. If anyone doesn’t like it then that isn’t my problem.
EXAMPLES OF NON-SEXUAL/-ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS THAT YOU LIKE
PARENT & CHILD
Darth Vader & Leia Organa - The father / daughter dynamic between these two has always fascinated me a lot.
Mairon & Alcanis - The "vaniron" kid, also a complicated case. (OC headcanon)
Ozai & Zuko - Dramatic ...
Severus Snape & Harry Potter - I love the snily ship, so I headcanon Snape as Harry's biological father, because why not ... it's interesting.
CLOSE FRIENDSHIPS
Anakin & Obi-Wan & Ahsoka
Luke & Han
Cal & Cere & Greez & BD-1
Cal & Dagan
Frodo & Sam
Finrod & Beren
Fingon & Maedhros
Ratbag & Ranger (from the Tolkien-based "Shadows of War" game - the only known orc friendship)
YOUR FAVOURITE THEMES / FANDOM TRENDS.
fantastical / mythological elements
As someone who has always been fascinated by ancient myths, I can’t help but love this stuff.
occult / magical elements
Given I am interested in these subjects, I very much like to see (and incorporate) these themes in the fictional universes and characters I like.
anachronistic elements / fusion of different historical period styles
For example, say, Cyber Victorian (garments that combine Victorian era designs with a Matrix style twist, plus futuristic technology, and a setting in a likewise futuristic world)
scientifically sound elements and reasoning
I think this is a quite important aspect, especially in sci-fi.
philosophically & politically inspiring + visionary elements
Such as caste-free social structures & natural law anarchy (not to be confused with the “rule of force” one, let alone the woke version).
scientists, explorers, philosophers & (martial) artists
I just happen to enjoy seeing these types of characters.
sarcasm & dry humour
It certainly adds some “spice” to the mixture.
characters with a scorpionic & virgoan influence
Many of my faves have this, especially the scorpionic one.
depth and complexity in character portrayal & a well thought-out backstory
Should be a given, but unfortunately isn't, more often than not - especially these days. Shame!
complicated, long and well thought-out redemption arcs
If not canon, I’ll do it myself.
I've always been fascinated by the concept of redemption.
In connexion with my favourite villains, it is a theme I am quite obsessed with and can't do without, as I find evil as such not appealing at all. In fact, what makes these characters attractive to me is their power & potential, and not their misuse of it. The process of redemption finally brings said potential out and puts it to good use, which I find deeply satisfying.
Plus there is also the element of defying the forces of darkness, who always twist and pervert - and this is the ultimate solution to it, making everyone and everything whole again.
Imho, redemption arcs are a great "f**k you" to the devil & I love it all the more for that!
happy developments & outcomes for my faves
Because I simply can't have it otherwise.
villain/anti-hero & (anti-)heroine pairings (or vice versa)
It’s a dynamic that I find particularly intriguing - always have - also regarding the redemption theme.
partners that are of equal rank in a relationship - plus healthy relationships, for a change
Especially where you least expect it (see pairing constellation), and where both partners had to work on themselves to achieve it (i.e. realism doesn’t hurt, now does it!?).
happy and loving (not to mention enduringly passionate) committed relationships / marriage
Just like Morticia & Gomez ... *sigh*
monogamous unions + fidelity
Guys as committed as Anakin, Snape, and Gomez are the best!
eternal love / twin flames / soulmates / however you want to call it
Regarding OTPs this theme is an absolute must!
het content
Why yes, that’s just my personal preference, as that is something I can actually relate to.
not overly sexualized portrayals of relationships
I just don't want to see the explicit content. Most of the time it's enough when it's just hinted at.
Or if you want to write about the sexual act, then at least express yourself in a more pleasant manner - it doesn't always have to be this crude, pornified language.
If anything, make the characters make love - with all the emotional intensity, intimacy, and tenderness that should be there - and not just plain fuck.
portrayal of female characters where being badass and being feminine isn’t mutually exclusive
Because it is NOT!
the apotheosis theme
Mortality sucks ... and who wouldn’t want to ditch everything awful that comes with it!? Like diseases, aging - begone!
INVENT A RANDOM AU FOR ANY FANDOM (WE ALWAYS NEED MORE IDEAS).
Star Wars
Darth Vader doesn’t die and gets the chance for an actual redemption arc, atoning for his ill deeds as the Dark Lord - as an act of purification and reclaiming his original, true name - as well as helping the Alliance free the galaxy. (given how powerful he is, his contribution would be immense)
more importantly - he finally has the opportunity to make up with and actually get to know his children - especially Leia. That has always bugged me a great deal. Ani didn’t even get the chance to talk to his daughter. There is just too much focus on the father-son dynamic anyway. Nothing against Luke – love him, but it’s just not right that Leia was being left out of it almost entirely. Plus she is the one that resembles her father more (personality-wise) after all. I’d so have loved to see a confrontation of these two. (not to mention some cute father-daughter moments, eventually)
not a must, but - ideally, Padmé didn’t die, either, and just fell into a coma / was kept in a stasis until after the events of RotJ … I want a Skywalker family reunion! T^T
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best friend
— wolverine & chief
genre : headcanons
warnings : none
wordcount : 1,024
summary : what is it like, when you finally befriend him?
It’s not easy, to go from scavenging on the Rust, living day to day on the edge of danger, being treated like a beast, to living in the MBCC. Even months after he’s been detained, sometimes, Wolverine finds he’s still not adjusted to the . . . normalcy of it all.
Is it normal? He doesn’t really know. He doesn’t know a lot of things, actually. Writing, for one. Being civil, or whatever you said that was, for two. And he’s still trying to get used to not jumping every time he sees that weird robot thing that eats up the trash on the ground.
It’s why you being patient with him means a lot. Wolverine’s never had friends, really – well, he’s had Hank, but he’s still trying to figure out if he likes the dude or if the feeling of betrayal overwhelms that. Well. He likes the dude, definitely. He’s grateful for him and everything he’s done. And he doesn’t hate him, but sometimes, it’s just . . . He doesn’t know. He’s not good at things like this. He doesn’t know.
But that’s another thing he likes about you. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about things like that, feeling betrayed, or abandoned, or sold off. He’s known from the start that you were different from most people, and maybe it’s just instinct, but he’s kind of learned to read things like that for survival, you know? And the way you acted when you first met, and back in that stupid room with the stupid men with the stupid chains,
It’s another small thing, but just you not treating him like a wild beast . . .
That means a lot, too.
It’s like Hank, all over again, except this time, he knows you’re not going to abandon him again.
So, a lot of the time, you find food on your office table. Wolverine’s not really that familiar with how people usually express gratitude to someone yet, but he does know how to take care of one of his own. And you, you’re always cooped up in your little room, all skinny and weak. You need to eat up more!
And Wolverine is surprisingly a good chef. Well. He’s good at cooking game that he hunts, not much else, but it’s enough. You’re not really even sure where he hunts for his meat, but there he is, without fail, sharing his food with you and gruffly telling you to finish it all up.
This kind of protective care extends to everywhere else. Bring him with you on a mission, and he’ll be so extremely cautious about everything that could possibly harm you, you can physically see him all tensed up, ready to kill anyone that even looks at you wrong.
Even your days in your office have been a lot calmer ever since you came back from the Rust that day. After a while, you realize it’s because Wolverine is outside your door, guarding you faithfully from anyone that wants to come in, even if they just want to hang out. After the 5th time he’s blocked Nightingale from coming into your office to report to you, you had to tell him to calm it down, and that everyone in the MBCC is trustworthy.
But for some reason, the other inmates don’t really earn his trust as easily as you did. To compromise, you let him into your office so he’s at least not blocking the door, but you still find him glaring at every one of your visitors, as if daring them to try anything funny. They’re lucky he’s not allowed to have his crossbow within MBCC premises, but honestly, he doesn’t even need to have it to be threatening.
The civility thing is an ongoing process. A very slow ongoing process, but it’s a process.
It doesn’t really help that Wolverine gets so impatient anytime someone else tries to teach him about anything. He only calms down if you’re there, but you don’t have enough time to teach him primary and secondary lessons and attend to your duties as chief, so usually, he just comes to you every time he has a question, and you answer it for him.
It’s kinda cute. He’ll be ‘talking’ with Pippy one moment, and then he’ll stop, and ask you random things. “Hey, you never told me how to spell ‘impulsive,’” or, “How do you write this letter again . . .” or, “What do you call that trash-eating robot again?”
He never gets over the Roomba. Or technology, in general. But the Roomba is particularly funny every time it jumpscares him.
It’s particularly convenient that he stays in your office most of the time, these days. You find he gets insecure if you’re not with him, and maybe it just plays to his old fear of getting abandoned, but he’s a lot more relaxed when you’re somewhere he can see. Like this, he can keep an eye on you, and you can help supervise his studies when he’s stumped.
It’s also convenient for when Pippy decides to run around and play. The space is a lot smaller and you have an easier time catching him compared to if he decided to run around outside. Wolverine is always impressed when you manage to calm the poor animal down, but you’ll never tell him you spent an unholy amount of time researching how to properly take care of a badger.
Well. He always claims that Pippy is just his food, but it’s clear he’s happy when you provide Pippy with food and water and help take care of him, too.
Life in the Rust was hard and dangerous. After he got away from the Syndicate gangs’ hold, there was no one that would look after him or Pippy, so they just had to rely on each other to survive, day after grueling day. It’s really the only life he’s ever known, and he’s still trying to adjust to his new, relatively safe life at MBCC, but having you take care of both him and Pippy scratches off that long-forgotten tired wish he once had, to have someone to look after him again after Hank left him.
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Chapter 22
-1 month later- Y/n pov: "Anthony" "THATS MEEEEE" "i wanna introduce are baby to our friends" "ok" "lets invite the cast"
Mi nombre es Alexander Hamilton
Guys we opening up the option to come see our baby today
Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: IM SO EXITED i get to see my bby 💕💕
Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:YAY LIL EMMY
Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:I CANT WAIT TO SEE MY NIECE
Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:what time
Weird David 😮💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:your littarly my sister duh
ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:duh bitch
Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:you're littarly my twin bro stop playing with me
Christodontfuckme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾🦰👱🏾♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾🦰👩🏾🦳🧒🏾👩🏾🦱👨🏾🦰🧑🏾🦳👦🏿🧑🏾🦱👱🏾♀️👨🏾🦳👩🏾👨🏾🦱:duh girl😝😝
Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴 :what time
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2:30
My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:we love yall please be there
We were in our room and heard a knock at the door and I got up to get it I awenser it. So It turned out to be jazzy "THERE MY oh it's you" "that felt purposeful" "donde esta mi esposa" "MI ESPOSA" "whatever" we walk to our room" hey y/n/n" "hey snazzy jazzy" "may i hold my niece" she says taking my spot "of course but be careful I cant stress that enough" "trust me" "hey emily" "co co" "emily can you say my dad sucks" "jazz" "the original version was dirty" we hear a knock on the door "jazzy apologize to ant ill get the door" "DADDY" "hey baby how you been""good" "hey sissy" "hi sebby" "hey Francisco" "co co" "CAN WE SEE THE BABY" "shhh sebby your gonna scare her" "im sorry" "its fine dad, come on lets see her" "hey lin" "sup lin" jazzy and Anthony greets "hey guys" dad greets "can i hold her" sebby ask "after the adults" mom tells him "well can i hold franny" he ask "not yet baby" he says a little "by the time its yet hell be to old to hold" mom ignores him and asks "may i pick her up" "yes" she holds her and starts talking to him "hey baby im your grandmother and ill love you so much" -15 minutes later- "sebby ask y/n if you can hold Emily" "may i hold emily" "of course bro" he held him gently "hi baby im your uncle and when you are 3-4 were gonna be best friends even when im a moddy teenager well still be best friends" "awww" "cocochhnxggx" "hwrhfdhdfjdghgdjgdjddjd to you two" we hear a knock a the door "aww no more emily" "you can hold fran" "hey bro here are my tips for serving the Miranda household" Lin ran to the door "HEY PHILLIPA" "hi wheres my sisters baby" "in our room" she runs to the room "number 47 DO NOT-hey pippa" "why you switch up" Anthony teases "shut up Anthony" "HEY we don't use those especially with adults SAY SORRY" nessa commands "I'm sorry Anthony for telling you to shut up" "it's ok I didn't really care" "may I hold the baby" "yes of course" "hi baby I'm pippa soo" "pghtghbth" "close enough" we all laughed we hear our door open Anthony grabbed a knife "que es 'wheres my granddaughter' en espanol" "donde esta mi chicos chico" i said with a questioning tone "what she said"she said with a chuckle "may i hold her" nea questions "you may" i awnsers "hi baby im you second grandmother and im going to teach you how to be yourself when you are older" les came in "yall just leave yall door open" leslie asks"oops" says renés "good thing i came before someone else did" Leslie diverts"right" i agree "im really sorry" nea aplogizes "its alright mistakes happen" ant comfront "hey i dont know if this is the right time but may i hold emily" leslie asks "you may" i say granting premission "hi baby im your uncle and im gonna teach you wait for it" les tells my baby "funny" lin chimes in then everyone else came and that was that
Dark bitchs in white girl
Who tryna meet my bby
Morgan Saylor:yes
Brian Marc:yes
Justin Bartha:yes
Bobbi Salvör Menuez;yes
Chris Noth:yes
Ralph Rodriguez:yes
Ok pull up
Y/n pov:-1 month later- Y/n pov: "Anthony" "THATS MEEEEE" "i wanna introduce are baby to our friends" "ok" "lets invite the cast"
Mi nombre es Alexander Hamilton
Guys we opening up the option to come see our baby today
Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: IM SO EXITED i get to see my bby 💕💕
Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:YAY LIL EMMY
Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:I CANT WAIT TO SEE MY NIECE
Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:what time
Weird David 😮💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:your littarly my sister duh
ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:duh bitch
Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:you're littarly my twin bro stop playing with me
Christodontfuckme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾🦰👱🏾♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾🦰👩🏾🦳🧒🏾👩🏾🦱👨🏾🦰🧑🏾🦳👦🏿🧑🏾🦱👱🏾♀️👨🏾🦳👩🏾👨🏾🦱:duh girl😝😝
Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴 :what time
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My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:we love yall please be there
We were in our room and heard a knock at the door and I got up to get it I awenser it. So It turned out to be jazzy "THERE MY oh it's you" "that felt purposeful" "donde esta mi esposa" "MI ESPOSA" "whatever" we walk to our room "hey y/n/n" "hey snazzy jazzy" "may i hold my niece" she says taking ants spot "of course but be careful I cant stress that enough" "trust me" "hey emily" "co co" "emily can you say my dad sucks" "jazz" "the original version was dirty" we hear a knock on the door "jazzy apologize to ant ill get the door" "DADDY" "hey baby how you been""good" "hey sissy" "hi sebby" "hey Francisco" "co co" "CAN WE SEE THE BABY" "shhh sebby your gonna scare her" "im sorry" "its fine dad, come on lets see her" "hey lin" "sup lin" jazzy and Anthony greets "hey guys" dad greets "can i hold her" sebby ask "after the adults" mom tells him "well can i hold franny" he ask "not yet baby" he says a little "by the time its yet hell be to old to hold" mom ignores him and asks "may i pick her up" "yes" she holds her and starts talking to him "hey baby im your grandmother and ill love you so much" -15 minutes later- "sebby ask y/n if you can hold Emily" "may i hold emily" "of course bro" he held him gently "hi baby im your uncle and when you are 3-4 were gonna be best friends even when im a moody teenager well still be best friends" "awww" "cocochhnxggx" "hwrhfdhdfjdghgdjgdjddjd to you two" we hear a knock a the door "aww no more emily" "you can hold fran" "hey bro here are my tips for surviving the Miranda household" Lin ran to the door "HEY PHILLIPA" "hi wheres my sisters baby" "in our room" she runs to the room "number 47 DO NOT-hey pippa" "why you switch up" Anthony teases "shut up Anthony" "HEY we don't use those especially with adults SAY SORRY" nessa commands "I'm sorry Anthony for telling you to shut up" "it's ok I didn't really care" "may I hold the baby" "yes of course" "hi baby I'm pippa soo" "pghtghbth" "close enough" we all laughed we hear our door open Anthony grabbed a knife "que es 'wheres my granddaughter' en espanol" "donde esta mi chicos chico" i said with a questioning tone "what she said"she said with a chuckle "may i hold her" nea questions "you may" i awnsers "hi baby im you second grandmother and im going to teach you how to be yourself when you are older" les came in "yall just leave yall door open" leslie asks"oops" says renés "good thing i came before someone else did" Leslie diverts"right" ant agrees "im really sorry" nea aplogizes "its alright mistakes happen" ant comfront "hey i dont know if this is the right time but may i hold emily" leslie asks "you may" i say granting premission "hi baby im your uncle and im gonna teach you wait for it" les tells my baby "funny" lin chimes in then everyone else came and that was that
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hold onto that feeling. - severus snape x reader
title: hold onto that feeling.
title's namesake: lyrics from the song don't stop believing
pairing: severus snape/reader
summary: you are the new muggle studies professor, fresh out of university and your career all planned put, dumbledore gives you a place at hogwarts. when you bump into the mysterious potions master, will you shoot your shot ?
warnings: none
word count: 5,771
authors note: this oneshot is also available on archive of our own
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everyone that you had ever come across would tell you that teaching would be the most difficult job in the world. that you would be in a lifetime worth of debt and it would most likely be a mistake. you hadn’t told them the catch, which was you would be teaching at hogwarts, the school of magic and wizardry. albus dumbledore was always looking for new talent to join the prestigious wizardry school from the veterans of wizardry to new and upcoming teachers like yourself. this year you would be teaching muggle studies, it was quite bizarre to even that wizards referred humans as muggles but perhaps that would be something you would look into in your own time.
you arrived to hogwarts one week before students would. everything felt like a dream to you, you couldn’t believe that you were standing at the front doors of hogwarts. you hypothetically left your life and wanted this fresh start. sure, hogwarts was an obscure place to earn your teacher status but you knew that this is what you wanted to do. your fingers reached for the handle and pushed open the large wooden doors, revealing the great hall in all its glory. grabbing your suitcases and your trunk you entered and in the distance, you saw dumbledore and mcgonagall.
“ah miss y/n l/n, welcome to hogwarts. i see you made it on time.” dumbledore greeted you, a firm handshake and a smile across his face, despite it being covered in his long beard. “thank you professor dumbledore, its good to see you again.” you said, a warm grin graced your face as you let go of his hand and shook minerva mcgonagall’s hand.
“it’s a pleasure to meet you as well professor mcgonagall. i’ve heard lots about you.” you admitted, which flattered the teacher. “so have i, we’re always welcoming new teachers like yourself.” minerva said. “you have?” you asked.
“oh yes, well versed in muggle music at the academy am i correct?” she asked and you nodded.
“yes, muggle music is what i studied.” you said, it would take some getting used to calling everything you had done with the word muggle before it.
“fascinating, we really look forward to you teaching muggle studies with us.” minerva said, “allow us to give you a tour of this place.” she added. minerva clicked her fingers and you greeted by a creature of some sorts. “mistress you called for me.” the elf like creature had appeared.
“this is y/n l/n, your new mistress.” minerva introduced.
“mistress y/n! mistress y/n is very pretty. i am pippy, pippy the elf.” the elf said. “a pleasure to meet you pippy and thank you for your lovely compliment.” you said to the house elf.
“i shall take your things mistress y/n, mistress y/n just needs to call for me if you need me.” pippy said, you smiled and agreed that you would do so.
you followed mcgonagall and dumbledore around the castle as they spoke about everything they went past, with your trusty notebook and pen at hand you were adamant on getting every word that dumbledore and mcgonagall were saying, dumbledore had peered over your shoulder and waved his fingers 3 times and before you knew it, your pen and notebook was up in the air and writing everything for you. you were completely shocked at the scene but then again, there was no doubt that a lot of things would. you did sign up for this for a reason.
once the talk of hogwarts was finished, the notebook and pen swiftly landed in your grasp. as if nothing had happened. “now that the official hogwarts tour is complete allow us to show you your chambers and your classroom. i’ll leave that with you professor, i have to go and greet the rest of your colleagues. it’s a pleasure to have you with us at hogwarts, i hope you enjoy it here.” dumbledore said, “thank you sir. i look forward to teaching here.” you said, dumbledore nodded with approval and walked off.
professor mcgonagall had shown you to your private chambers, pippy must have managed to bring your things inside, you took a mental note to redecorate your chambers. then you had been shown the classroom, gloomy and the only light radiating was the stained glass window at the front of the class. you could put your own muggle touch to this classroom. you looked over at your trunk that had been filled with your teaching equipment.
“i’m sure you won’t have any worries putting your own thing to it… if we’re referring to what the muggles say.” the elderly professor said, which made you laugh a little.
“i’m sure i will professor.” you said, “i’ll leave you to it. you are more than welcome to join us in the great hall for our teachers assembly at 3pm this afternoon.” minerva said. “i would love to join.” you said.
“thank you for the tour professor.” you said, minerva warmly smiled at you and patted you on the shoulder. “i’ll leave you to set up, my office door will always be open if you need anything. its not rare that new teachers like yourself find themselves in my office.” mcgonagall said.
“i will. thank you professor.” you said, you watched her walk off and then your attention turned to the empty classroom. you had your sleeves rolled up and got to work immediately.
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you had been working on this classroom for quite some time, you jumped off the table as you put the finishing touches of your classroom. the desks neatly arranged in a semi circle, the traditional hogwarts projector and screen laid open and your desk on the other side. the classroom was decorated with various plants that you had picked up, a vinyl player and a cd player next to each other with some of your favourite artists and bands.
you looked up at the clock, 2:45pm. you looked over at your class room one last time before turning the lights off and locking the doors. heading downstairs, you made your way to the great hall. you had seen a lot of new faces now, was this how many teachers would be here at hogwarts? you were astounded that a lot of people were here. your nerves kicked in, fiddling with the hem of your dress. you walked over to the front table, you assumed that was were dumbledore, mcgonagall and the new teachers would be sitting…if there were any new teachers that is. you had made your way to the elongated table. the left side was completely full, the right side however all but one seat left. you took a seat, on your left sat a teacher in all black. his cloak draping to the floor and hadn’t paid much attention to the crowds of people finding their seats and making small talks with the person next to them. you had yet to find someone you properly clicked with, so you sat quietly waiting for dumbledore and mcgonagall to arrive. but that seemed like a lifetime away.
you looked over at the man next to you. very quiet. you hadn’t heard him speak since you arrived, so why wait?
“hi. uh, are you new here?” you asked him. his attention averted to yours and his brows furrowed. “i’ve been here for the last 9 years, i am clearly not a beginner.” he bluntly answered, you nodded quite slowly. quick think of something to say to him!
“so the weather huh? very warm for september.” you uttered out. of all the things you could say, you discuss the weather.
“i don’t have time for this silly small talk.” he huffed out. you lips perked into a small pout as you looked away from him and as if right on cue, dumbledore and mcgonagall had arrived.
the meeting had seemed to go very swiftly, dumbledore announcing the new roll in of 1st years, how they would be willing to keep the new generation of wizards alive, or something along those lines. mcgonagall had arrived at lectern, introducing the new teachers here. well, she had actually referred to you. you were the only new teacher here. so the teachers that sat before you were all veterans, no pressure there!
“i would like to welcome professor y/n l/n who will be joining us this year, y/n would you like to come up?” mcgonagall introduced to you. timidly, your legs had made you get up and you made your way to the lectern. then you realized that you left your speech up in your chambers. you took a deep breath in and out. you knew that there was no going back now.
“so i did have this speech in which i go on and on…and on about how i’m excited to be here and go on a few tangents, forget my speech and stand here blankly, but i left it. so i thought i’d speak from the heart. that’s where i think my words matter.” you said, a few laughters here and there could be heard.
“i’m pretty new to the teaching industry, and i never ever thought i would be teaching at the most prestigious magic and wizardry schools here. its no doubt that i am human or muggle if that’s what we’re referring here.” you said, you looked over at mcgonagall who had been quite captivated at your words.
“i will be teaching muggle studies here and there is no doubt that it will be the most thrilling, most exhausting and difficult experience.” you admitted, as you heard a few giggles you knew you were right, and there was no doubt that you would look forward to it.
“not that it’s a bad thing, but one of the biggest perks in being a new teacher, especially here at hogwarts is that i too, will also be learning on the job. about the lore, so much history lies underneath these walls and the fact i get to have this at the palm of my hands is something i never would experience anywhere else. the magic, granted i’m no wizarding expert, i’m not perfect but picking things up, stumbling on them and mastering it. that’s the thrill of being a muggle teacher here.” you continued, with even some professors nodding and agreeing with you.
“finally, the people. looking at new faces and giving the students here my knowledge but also the support that each student here very much needs. who i will befriend, who i’ll love, who i’ll hate. wait, that wasn’t phrased properly, who i’ll dislike. hate is far too strong of a word.” again, some quite giggles and laughs heard once more.
“you are all a part of my life, and i hope i get to be part of yours here at hogwarts. thank you all very much and i look forward to my time here.” you ended your speech. a proud, beaming smile left your face as the rupture of applause echoed across the hall. you returned to your seat as dumbledore and mcgonagall had thanked you for your speech and dismissed everyone.
before you could leave to your chambers, someone had stopped you in your tracks. that man from earlier, his hair neatly resting at neck length and matched the rest of his attire. “quite the impressive speech there l/n.” he said.
“thank you, it’s the best i could do without some piece of paper at my grasp.” you admitted. he huffed slightly.
“then again, i’ve seen hopeful teachers like yourself leave after a term. don’t set your hopes high is all i can say.” he admitted. “well then, that gives me a challenge. no pressure they say.” you said, you couldn’t let anything get to you. you had a lot to prove and you liked a challenge.
“i best be off then, a long week ahead.” you said, you stopped and turned back. “oh, my apologies. i never caught your name.” you said. the hallway now completely empty and you two were left.
“snape.” he responded.
“well then professor snape, i look forward to working with you.” you said extending your arm out.
“as do i with you, professor l/n.” snape answered, shaking your hand and walking off. both of you parting ways and making your way to your chambers.
you exhaled with relief, one day down and another 6 days left until the new school year would begin. you had arrived at your chambers, that note to yourself about arranging you room had been completely ticked off. pippy had already done so for you, without you even asking.
“pippy now welcomes you to your new room, mistress y/n.” pippy squeaked cheerfully. you beamed at the chambers, it wasn’t too muggle-like (if we were putting it this way) and not too old fashioned. the perfect balance.
“i love it pippy, thank you very much. i’ll call for you when i need to, you don’t need to do anything else today.” you assured the house elf with a smile. pippy thanked you and had disappeared.
now it was really starting to sink in. you really would be teaching at one of the best schools for magic. you went to your desk and turned on the laptop, granted that hogwarts probably didn’t have the best internet, considering this was in the middle of nowhere, or in this case the middle of somewhere in scotland but senior staff.
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one week felt like a lifetime, but it hadn’t been too long before you heard the commotion that was, students filing in. you had sported a brown turtle neck and a plaid skirt that flowed gently in the breeze, sporting your smart shoes and your hair tied neatly in a low bun. you wanted to make an impression, you had hopes to inspire them and hopefully make an impact on their lives. you had sat at the front and saw what had looked like first year students, turns out they were, all of them had been wearing black ties which meant that had yet to be sorted in their houses. you had quite a few speeches to do, and you’d be teaching your first batch of students. this was going to be one eventful week.
once the bundles of assemblies were over, you left to reach the door wanting to be on time to your first class. that would be proven difficult since you had gotten lost several times and you were sure you ended up in the gryffindor common room twice at this point. you found yourself at the great hall again, trying desperately to figure out how to get to your class. you saw professor snape again, it looked as if he hadn’t left the hall.
“can’t find your class?” snape asked, you sheepishly shook your head. professor snape sighed.
“typical.” snape muttered under his breath. he approached you and handed you a pouch. “what is that?” you asked.
“floo powder, it will help you get around here much easier. just think of any place you want to be in hogwarts and your there. taking into account i’ve seen you walk past this hall a total of 7 times, there is no doubt that you’re lost.” the professor admitted.
“i am not lost professor snape!” you retorted back. the professor held back a laugh, a small smirk began to form which was only visible if you squinted.
“it will help you for the first few weeks. use it.” he said, walking off and his cloak swiftly following after him.
there was no doubt that he knew his way around here, you recall him saying that he had been here for the last 9 years, that was a very long time. you looked at the floo powder, sighing as you went to the nearest empty fire place, looking at the instructions attached. as you took a handful of floo powder, you held it out in front of you and exhaled heavily.
“my classroom.” you said out loud, dropping the handful of powder into the fire place and the ext thing you knew you were simply a 30 second walk away from your classroom. you opened the door to see a bunch of 3rd years sitting in your classroom. no time like the present to start teaching.
“well its good to see my first ever class so curious about my classroom.” you said as you entered. your classroom had sat down at their desks and had tried to hide their curiosity over your outfit, there was no doubt that all of them were shocked that they hadn’t seen anyone dress so…differently, let alone all the robes and cloaks that they had seen their own professors wear on numerous occasions.
“as you all know, my name is miss l/n. you guys don’t need to call me professor l/n, but if you wish to do so, i’m not stopping you.” you said, you tilted your head at the thought of your introduction, perhaps you should change it as the day went on.
“so, you guys are my third year muggle studies class, i really look forward to working with you guys and i make this subject enjoyable, interesting, makes you ask a question or you’re here for the easy grade.” you said.
the class held back their shock, since they hadn’t heard a teacher this honest and raw. well they’ve met professor snape no doubt but the class knew that he was more blunt to say the least. your plan for your third years was simple, make this class practical and enjoyable but at the same time, use theory and make it intriguing for them.
you spent your class getting to know your 3rd years, asking them why they wanted to take muggle studies and what interested them about it. that was the plan for pretty much all of your classes, you didn’t expect anything too fancy. once introductions was out of the way and countless mispronunciations of the student’s name, you handed everyone a piece of paper and pen. you didn’t expect them to use parchment paper and feather quills, this was muggle studies after all. your task to them was to write about themselves and (to the best of their ability), draw what and who they were.
you had a look around, some of these you were looking forward to read. you were on the edge of your seat, eager to take these back and go through them. you even put on some music for them, they had been behaving pretty well for their first muggle studies. you had put on the song don’t stop believing from journey’s album escape, telling your students you wanted to give them a sign of powering through and not giving up. as cheesy as it was, some of your students even agreed on the prospect.
this term you wanted to teach them some drama, or rather ‘muggle theatre’ in their words. nothing like a good christmas play to get the hogwarts students in the christmas spirit, but that would take a lot of planning…and convincing for that matter.
once the call to the end of first class was over, you had taken their work back and put it in a box that had the label ‘third years’ in your handwriting, now you would be doing this 6 more times. you thanked your students for coming to your class and you looked forward to seeing them again this week.
of course, you weren’t going to teach all day without having lunch. there had been no particular announcements that had needed to be mentioned, so you were quick to dig into lunch. you had the herbology salad and hagrid’s full size stout sandwich, this was quite the shock to your taste buds. you preferred the herbology salad, it tasted like the food back home. there was the occasional greeting from your new students and a few students you hadn’t seen before, asking what you teach and what your experience at hogwarts was like so far.
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“you prefer muggle food? over hagrid’s stout sandwich! but it’s the best sandwich there is.” a 1st year hufflepuff said in dismay. you couldn’t help but giggle at the student’s overexaggerated reaction. 1st years, there was very…comedic to say the least. you couldn’t help but laugh at all of these timely realizations that they were in a new environment, so everything at first glance would be out of this world.
“perhaps my muggle tastebuds aren’t adjusting to hogwarts’ food just yet, but one day i’ll chow down hagrid’s stout sandwich.” you said.
“ewww! i would rather eat professor snape’s spiders for dinner.” the 1st year giggled and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“does he really eat spiders?” you couldn’t help but ask tilting your head. now that you had thought about, he didn’t seem to be the one to eat bugs.
“well that’s what i heard from the big kids.” they answered, that seemed like typical behaviour in schools back home.
“i think they’re only saying that to scare you, you could think of professor snape as this big fluffy teddy bear. you never know.” you said, the first year still pouting.
“tell you what. i’ll bring in some of my muggle food and we can make some in class, if you so wish.” you suggested.
“well i wish, but mother said i had to wait until 3rd year.” they said.
“i’ll assure you, i won’t forget your request of muggle food if you take my class in 3rd year.” you said, winking. the 1st year beamed and you couldn’t help but smile.
“come to my office before lunch, i’ll see if i can bring some muggle treats.” you promised.
“now, go outside. you don’t want to miss any of that sunshine.” you said, patting their shoulder. you watched the 1st run outside in search of their friends, smiling warmly at the sight. you had placed your empty plates away and walked out.
such potential lied in that hufflepuff, hopefully you’d see them again.
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“thank you everyone for coming to my class, i will see you all tomorrow and don’t forget to bring your literature books with you.” you said to your 7th year class. you sighed with relief as the school day was finally over, now you were free to do as you so wish. or so you thought, you had loads of marking to do.
but hey, why not celebrate just this once. you squealed, rushing to your open laptop that everyone had been in absolute awe over, hitting play on don’t stop believing. if anything had to describe the day you had, this would have been it.
“just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. she took the midnight train going anywhere. just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit. he took the midnight train goin' anywhere.” you sang your little heart out, grabbing your waterbottle nearby acting as if that was your microphone, looking out of the window dramatically, as if the world was watching you.
“a singer in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume. for a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on, and on, and on. strangers, waitin' up and down the boulevard. their shadows searchin' in the night. streetlights, people, livin' just to find emotion, hidin' somewhere in the night.”
“workin' hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill. payin' anything to roll the dice just one more time. some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues. oh, the movie never ends, it goes on and on, and on, and on. strangers, waitin' up and down the boulevard. their shadows searchin' in the night. streetlights, people, livin' just to find emotion, hidin' somewhere in the night.”
“don't stop believin', hold on to that feelin'. streetlight, people ooohh! don't stop believin', hold on to that feelin'. streetlight, people ooohh!” you felt on top of the world. your smile perking like the cheshire cat from alice in wonderland, quickly rewinding back to the chorus. having that on loop gave you that instant boost. belting out that b note in that song was what made you happy.
as the song faded to silence, the one thing you could hear was someone clearing your throat. startling you, you quickly turned around and saw professor snape once more at the front of your class.
“professor snape! what are you doing here?” you asked.
“well someone had to discover where that racquet was coming from. i wasn’t surprised at all that it was coming from your class.” snape answered.
“that racquet is called music.” you said.
“muggle music.” he muttered.
“don’t underestimate us muggles, we’ve created some good music in our time. something that you wizards aren’t so used to.” you added. professor snape huffed.
“i simply came here to at least congratulate you on surviving your first day here. not too many finish their first day without going into hysterics, so i guess i’ll give you credit where credit is due.” snape said.
you tilted your head, and gave him a confused smile. “well…thank you, i do appreciate that professor snape.” you said.
“you can call me severus, you’re not a student though you would pass for one. however i do suggest calling me by my given name rather than giving me formalities when we’re around.” he said.
“severus, that’s a very nice name.” you said. severus looked at you for a moment, before getting up and just before he walked out of the room.
“wait…you’re not doing anything at the moment are you?” you asked.
“actually i was in the middle of grading before your commotion was a distraction.” he answered.
“i was wondering, if you don’t mind…could i join you?” you asked, your brows furrowing in fear that he would probably scald you for asking such a thing.
“hmm…i suppose some company won’t do any harm.” he said, you smiled at him and beamed.
“great! i’ll get my things, give me five minutes and i’ll be there.” you said, severus nodded and left the room.
you smiled to yourself. grabbing all the work you had received from your students and putting them in two boxes, your laptop, a couple of pens and two sachets of coffee.
once you arrived at severus’ office you had set your things down and sat opposite him.
“don’t tell me you’ve given your students same day deadlines.” you confusedly said, severus dipped his quill in the ink and shook his head.
“these are late submissions.” he said, you nodded slowly. opening your laptop and putting on that same song you were singing to earlier.
you were humming along as you were marking some of the 1st years work. you had tasked them with what they loved about hogwarts, what they want to be when they leave hogwarts. the basics that you would ask an 11 year old starting big school. as you were marking, you became pretty fixated on the song, what started out as humming, soon became mumbling and then quiet singing. severus looked over at you quieting singing the song. your eyes shifted your way to severus who had been looking over at you for quite some time.
“was there anything you needed severus?” you asked. he shook his head, if you were happy then so be it.
“its nothing of your concern miss l/n.” he answered.
“look whos being formal now professor snape?” you teased, giving him a playful wink. grabbing your pen once more and you continued at your marking.
it was mostly quiet, the only noise was don’t stop believing that was playing through your laptop speakers. severus looked over at you and your items.
“you’re not using parchment paper and quills.” he commented, you nodded. “yes. i want to make sure they get the full muggle experience, see. pen and paper can be very practical. i always make sure they go back to the hogwarts tradition the second they leave the class though.” you said.
severus nodded, “and they don’t have any of these contraptions do they?” he asked.
“oh this trusty thing. oh no, its just me. it’s a bit easier for my little muggle brain.” you said. severus held back a laugh at your little self-deprecating comment.
you got up and grabbed the two sachets of coffee, “do you have any mugs?” you asked.
“the cupboard next to the potions lab.” he answered without even looking up from his papers. that wasn’t too hard to find, you grabbed two mugs.
“and the hot water?” you asked out loud.
“there should be a cauldron of water boiling in the potions lab, you ruin everything and it will come out of your expenses.” he said quite dully, you giggled at his words. entering the potions lab, dust and cobwebs filled the candlelit cupboard. you spotted the cauldron and filled the two mugs, putting the coffee mix in the mug and mixing it. you made your way back to the classroom and you placed the mug in front of severus.
“miss y/n, do you plan to bribe me into a friendship?” severus asked.
before you could continue to mark your works, you looked up and shook your head. “i’m sure i’m not.” you answered.
“you wouldn’t be the first who’s done so.” he said, severus was the lone wolf of hogwarts, he was quite the lonely man but that did not matter as he had a reputation to uphold. friendships weren’t of importance.
a bridled silence occurred between you two as you continued marking, you had occasionally sipped your coffee until it was finished. you had also filed the works of your students into folders and sorted them out by year group. your classes weren’t so big, there had been many attempts to bring muggle studies to hogwarts but many have failed, you hoped you wouldn’t be the next in that line. you had finished marking, you turned off the laptop, putting the folders in your boxes.
you got up and put the mug away, cleaning it thoroughly and putting it away. you didn’t notice that it had turned to night so quickly. “well i’ll be off severus. i can drain the coffee…if you don’t like it.” you said. no response. he was very focused in what he was doing. you frowned slightly but before you could grab the coffee, he grabbed a hold of your hand which startled you.
“leave the coffee y/n, i’ll be just fine.” he said. you froze, looking into his eyes for a moment, you were sure there was a glimmer in those eyes of his.
“oh… alright, i’ll see you tomorrow. have a good evening severus.” you said, letting go of his hand then walking off with your things.
severus looked at the steaming coffee, holding onto the cup and taking a sip of the coffee you made. his lips perked into a small smile, putting the coffee down and the moment he continued with his marking, he had found himself humming along to the song you were playing as he was marking some of his last papers. perhaps muggle music wasn’t so bad.
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“and then the whole of hogwarts turned green!” some 2nd year ravenclaws had explained. you had been told the story of how a 7th year had turned the whole school green.
“i do not believe that in the slightest!” you said laughing out loud with these raven claws. you so happened to be on duty, ensuring that no magical or muggle tomfoolery had occurred.
“it did! we saw it with our own two eyes.” the raven claws said.
“i’ll tell you what, get me a daily prophet article by our next class and i’ll eat those pencil shaving flavoured jelly beans from hogsmeade.” you said.
“deal!” the ravenclaws exclaimed, running off to the library as soon as possible.
“be careful!” you called out, there was a faint ‘we will’ which you barely heard. day 2 of your teaching was in full force, this was probably the start of the rumors and stories of hogwarts. after being engaged in a conversation with 2 ravenclaws about how a student managed to turn the whole school green, you just had to see it for yourself.
you had been walking around the open hallways for a while. you found severus in the distance, when the both of you made eye contact with one another, you waved with a toothy smile and approached him.
“hi. i take you’re on duty as well.” you assumed.
“always on the lookout for points to be deducted from houses.” he said, you both looked out to see young wizards all over, hanging out, playing with their magic. the usual things that wizards would have done.
you followed him as you both took a walk around the facility, even giving you some of his tips and tricks he learnt from his time at hogwarts. he had also taken you to a more peaceful part of hogwarts, a field that overlooked the river and an abandoned tree, he used to sit down under during his time at hogwarts.
“thank you for accompanying me last night.” he said, you smiled as you rubbed the back of your neck as your smile remained.
“its nothing really.” you said shyly. severus still looked out into the scenery.
“i would…really appreciate if we, be around together a little more often.” severus offered. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, but there was something about you that he couldn’t help but want you around.
you looked at him and gave him a warm smile, “i would love it if we hung out more. you might not seem as scary as these kids say you are.” you said playfully patting his shoulder.
“what have they said?” he asked.
“yesterday, a 1st year hufflepuff told me you ate spiders.” you admitted, severus held back a chuckle.
“i’ve heard worse rumours.” he said.
severus wondered whether he wanted to take you under his wing, for you to be apart of his life and for a split second, that thought went away.
you were different, it was like you two were meant to be and he wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as he wanted.
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Hot Noodles
Y/N takes out her extremely hot container of noodles out of the microwave and hurries over to the break room table. Her body collides with another and the cup of noodles goes flying, landing on Marcus’ feet. “Nice one, Harry. Could you watch where you’re going and not bump into people for once?” Y/N rolls her eyes at him and brings her attention to Harry, who unfortunately has a stray noodle dangling from his glasses.
“I’m so sorry, are you alright? Like did I burn you?” He shakes his head and sheepishly grins. “You sure you’re alright?” She stands and reaches for some paper towels.
He brushes off the noodles and he even laughs at the one hanging from the frames of his glasses. “Yeah, I keep spare shirts in my car. When you’re clumsy like me, you have to be prepared.” He helps her clean up the mess and even offers to get her more noodles. He was sweet.
She always found Harry cute, she never understood why the other women in the office or labs didn’t think so. He was so smart and witty. He even knew how to laugh at himself. He had big dimples and nice hands and, “Harry, do you have a tattoo?” She has no idea why she never noticed before. He had this habit of spinning his mug around while he read, she had watched him so many times and never noticed.
He looks down at his hand and unbuttons the wrist of his sleeve, rolling it upwards. “I have a lot actually. The hand one is a bit hard to hide.” He looks back at Y/N and sees that she’s either confused or maybe even intrigued. “Not a lot of people know that I have them, work attire and all that keeps them covered.”
She blinks and looks back at his face, still not understanding the things the woman in the place say about him. “I would’ve never have guessed.”
He pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Guessed I had tattoos?” She nods and he smirks at her, “I bet a lot of people here wouldn’t either.” She stares at him for a few moments and he clicks his tongue, “Well, I’m gonna go get that shirt. Um, I’m sorry about your noodles.”
As Harry leaves, Lilly walks in and takes a glance and his wet shirt. “What happened? Did Harry spill his food again.”
Y/N rolls her eyes for the second time, “No, I accidentally ran into him with my lunch.” She opens a yogurt and sits at the table with Lilly. She doesn’t know why but the thought of Harry covered in tattoos makes her smile.
“Do you have the hots for Harry?” She refuses to answer and Lilly laughs, “Oh my god, do you?” Y/N just looks at her and eats her yogurt. “Y/N, he’s not exactly dating material.”
She snorts and gives her a glare, “Why not? Why do people think he’s like this, this weirdo?”
Her gossip loving coworker scoots her chair closer and begins to whisper. “Do you not know about his little run in with Maya?” She shakes her head ‘no’ and Lilly continues, “Well, she knew Harry in college and said that his sister would always bring him to parties. You know, to like, get him to go out and stuff. She saw him at a party one night and one thing leads to another and they ended up in one of the rooms.” Y/N suddenly is no longer interested in the story but there’s no stopping Lilly when she gets started, “She said that Harry had no idea what he was doing so she grabbed his hand and put it down her pants. He apparently didn’t have a clue what was what and she ended up leaving him in the room all hard and stuff.” Lilly takes a sip of her coffee as if the story was the usual business conversation.
Y/N licks the spoon and furrows her brows, “So, the people in this office are forming their opinion because of a party hook up gone bad?” Lilly shrugs and adds more sugar to her drink.
“I guess but I mean, his clumsiness and constant talk about chemical evaporation don’t help.” She leaves Y/N alone at the table and waves a quick bye so she can hurry back to her files, or talk someone else’s ear off.
For the rest of the work day, she can’t stop herself from thinking about Harry and his tattoos. Does he have more? Does he still not know what’s what down there? Who cares? She can teach him, she could show him so many – “Hey, Y/N.” She jumps from her thoughts and almost knocks her cup of pencils over, “Oh, sorry.” Harry’s face is his classic look of guilt and it makes her sad. He’s always so nice and no one ever really talks to him.
“Um, it’s fine. Is- is there something you need?” He leans against the door frame and flips through a notebook and lands on his desired page.
“I was told that you could help me look up these files. They don’t authorize us to access to the journals anymore.” She knows if he did, he would stay up all night, reading and soaking up all the knowledge he could.
She smiles and holds her hand out for the notebook, “Do you need them right away or do you want me to give them to you at other time? It could take a bit depending when they’re from.”
He straightens his posture and fiddles with his watch, “I don’t want to make you rush. I just need them by Next Wednesday.”
“I’ll have them on Monday.” They both smile and He thanks her awkwardly lingering before he leaves.
Later that evening Y/N joins a few friends for a much needed night out. Her hair is down and her legs are bare. She feels good and you know what, she’s lookin’ pretty good too. “You know that the bartender hasn’t stopped looking at you ever since we got here?”
She looks at her friend, Niall, and back at the bar, trying to spot him. “Well, I can’t see him. Maybe he’s looking at you and thought the tip you left him was you bein’ a flirt.” Niall rolls his eyes and takes a gulp of his beer.
“If I was into guys, I don’t think he’d be my type. I’m not a fan of tattoos, you know?” Y/N’s almost chokes on her drink and Niall laughs at her, “Too much at once, love?”
She takes another look at the bar but can only see the top of the bartender’s head, “Does the bartender have glasses?” He shakes his head as he eyes a girl who walks by. He turns back to Y/N and she waves him off, “Go ahead you animal.” She plays with her straw and keeps her eye on the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. There’s no way it could be Harry, why on earth would it be? Millions of people have tattoos and Harry, in a place like this? No way. She takes another sip of her drink but is greeted by that annoying slurping sound.
For some reason, she argues with herself to walk over to the bar. ‘This is so silly’, she thinks to herself. She moves through the crowd and finds herself and empty stool. She messes around her clutch for cash and gets ready to order another drink. The elusive bartender’s back is turned to her but she can see a few tattoos on the back of his arm, a skull, two hands shaking and some words but she can’t make out what they say.
She looks back over to the tables and tries to see if she can spot Niall, she’s sure he’s off at that girl’s apartment by now. When she turns back, she sees that the bartender is walking towards her but his head is down, fiddling with a hand towel. When he looks up, her heart flutters and she’s certain she might as well have been drooling. “Hi.” It really was Harry but he just doesn’t look like harry. He’s not wearing glasses, he’s not wearing a button up, his hair isn’t even fixed like it usually is. He’s wearing a white T-shirt, thin enough to see that he really is covered in tattoos and these tight as hell black jeans. When she doesn’t respond he coughs and asks, “Do you want another?”
Her cheeks flush and she looks back to his face. “Um, yeah. The same, please.” He grabs a new glass and eyes the crowd.
“Just the one drink, then?” Y/N tilts her head, confused as to why she needs a third drink when she hasn’t even finished making her second. “For the guy you’re with.”
“Oh, no. He’s just one of my friends I came out with tonight.” Harry tries to suppress a smile as he mixes her drink. “So, I have to ask. Why is Harry Styles, the cute clumsy chemist, working at a bar?”
Her question takes him by surprise, he’s not often complimented. He hands her the fruity drink and leans forward on the bar, looking all over her face but her eyes. “My sister and her husband own it and the tips don’t hurt.” She notices that he seems nervous and he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s blushing.
“Harry, do you ever ask out the people you see here?” He shakes his head no and begins to pick at the thread of the towel and she tries her hardest to make him more comfortable. “Can I ask you a question? You can say no, I won’t be offended but, um, do you wanna come home with me?”
His eyes finally find hers and he almost drops the towel. He looks down the bar and sees that the others have the rest of the customers handled. “I-I’m off at midnight.”
She smiles and is a lot more excited than she meant to be, “Is that a yes?” Harry nods and smiles at her. That smile is enough to kill her.
Once Harry is free, he calls them a cab and argues with Y/N that he’s paying for it. When they arrive at her house, he rubs his eyes and sniffles, “You have so many flowers.” She pulls out her key and also a handkerchief. She hands him the embroidered cloth and smiles. “You’re the only woman under 60 I’ve ever seen with a hanky.”
“I’m just always prepared. Pippy get down!” Y/N pats a little fluffy dogs head and Harry immediately picks her up, letting her lick his face.
“So, your names Pippy, eh? You’re cute and tiny. Like a little walking pillow, yes.” Y/N laughs at him and he’s brought back to reality. “Oh, sorry. I can’t have pets at my apartment.” He lets Pippy scamper off and stands awkwardly by the front door.
“Um, let’s just sit. There’s good stuff on HBO this month if you wanna watch something.” Harry follows her to the couch and she kicks off her shoes, making herself more comfortable. She smiles at him and scoots closer, grabbing his arm and resting a hand on it. “I didn’t know you had this many tattoos.”
He grins and shows his dimples, “I like people not knowing something about me.”
Y/N whispers to herself, “You’re so cute.”
“What?” He touches the bridge of his nose, undoubtedly a habit he has from wearing his glasses.
Crap. “Oh, I said you were cute but I didn’t mean for you to hear it.”
“I think you’re cute but I want you to hear it.”
Y/N sighs and nods her head, “Alright.” She swings her leg over his lap and puts her hands on his shoulders. “I have to kiss you or you might say something great and I’ll die or something.”
He doesn’t hesitate to respond, “Okay.” He surprises her with a very passionate kiss. His tongue slips between her lips and her body almost goes limp. His lips are so soft and she can taste a hint of alcohol. She has no idea how long they were kissing but she can feel him harden under her, which turns her on even more. Her hand grips the front of his shirt, pulling the neck down some and reveals a bird.
“Can I take off your shirt?” He whispers a yes and raises his arms. When the shirt is removed she’s welcomed with a butterfly just as beautiful as he is. Her fingers trace the wings and she kisses each one of the birds on his collar bones. “When did you get them done?”
“I started getting them right at 18. The birds were some of the firsts. This is the newest one,” He points to his right forearm and she examines it like a piece of art. “You like them?” He makes his first bold move and plays with the hem of her dress that’s bunched on over her thighs. He knows that if he were to bring a hand around her back, that her bottom would be fully exposed.
She smiles and cutely lifts his left arm, looking at the ones hidden under his bicep, she giggles when she notices more on his rib cage, running her finger along those as well. He shifts a little and bites his lip, “How on earth did you get these if you’re ticklish?”
His hands rests around her hips now, so comfortable in their conversation that neither of them even notice at first, “I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling, it hurts but kind of feels good.” She didn’t expect that kind of answer but is definitely pleased with it. “Do you want any?”
Y/N laughs and pokes at his dimple, “I already have one.”
“Oh, you do? Where?” He suddenly moves her arms up, and almost pulls her dress up out of excitement but he stops himself. He doesn’t want her to think he’s just interested in seeing her body.
“Just do whatever you feel like, ok?” Harry swallows and nods. His heart begins to beat fast and he slowly pulls the dress over her head. The way her hair falls back and the softness of her skin is almost enough for him to burst out of his shorts. Her bra is gray and her underwear is a pale pink. His hands gently graze her hips, then her waist. “Move your left hand up about two inches.” He obliges and looks at her when she says nothing else. “Congratulations, young man! Move your hand to find your prize!” He wishes that everyone was a little bit like her. She’s sweet and goofy, and certainly doesn’t judge people by what others say. Harry moves his hand and cranes his neck to see her tattoo.
He brushes his thumb on her inked skin, “A light bulb?” His touch gives her visible goosebumps and he hopes taking the dress off didn’t make her cold, he hopes that it’s all him. “Can I know why?”
She moves further up his lap and rests her hand on the back of his neck, making his cheek involuntarily lean against her arm. “When I was a little girl, my dad bought me one of those kits where you could turn on a light bulb with a potato. Seeing that light go off, made the little light in my head go off, I guess.” Harry watches her face and just like that he feels something bubble up inside him. “After that, I couldn’t stop taking things about and my parents go so mad at me. On my 15th birthday, they let me build my own computer. And that’s that, really, a little light bulb made me obsessed with computers.”
He polity waits until she’s finished to kiss her arm, “Please, kiss me.” Y/N grasps the sides of his face and she kisses him softly. His hands roam her back and linger over the fabric of her bra. He wasn’t exactly experienced but he knows that there’s supposed to be a clasp there.
Her hands get lost in hair while she moves away from his mouth and leaves kisses on his neck. He can’t seem to open his eyes and becomes painfully aware of how hard he is. “The clasp is in the front.”
Harry brings his hands to her front, grazing her breasts along the way to the clasp, He feels the warm skin spring free against his hands and everything becomes fuzzy. Harry has this beautiful girl on top of him and she wants him just as much as he wants her. She then sits up straight, giving him a full view of her topless self. She grabs his hands and places them where his eyes are glued. The moment he feels her hard nipples on his palms, his dick jumps underneath her. “M’sorry.” Her hands make a squeezing motion atop of his, letting him know that he’s free to explore.
“You don’t have to be sorry for how your body responds.” Her hands slide down to his wrists, his arms, then fall to his stomach to give her leverage to rock her hips. He lets out a small moan and she does it again. “The point of it all is to make each other feel good, don’t hold back.”
Harrys hand fall and come around her backside, pulling her harder against him and allowing her chest to fall in front of his face. He kisses her nipple and before sucking it into his mouth, he whispers, “I won’t.” His sucking is gentle but wet. The tight grip he has he her ass makes both of them wish they were naked. He’s never been so forward but her body, and just everything about her as more intriguing than anyone else’s. He wanted to please her, he wanted her to feel so good and he wasn’t nervous if he wasn’t very good. She would show him; she would show him how she wanted it. His mouth leaves her chest but her hands never leave his hair, “Where’s your room?” If it were possible, her heart would beat even faster. His arms hook her thighs and he gets up from the couch, carrying her down a hall. “Which is it?”
She answers him through kisses, “The last one on the right.” He arrives in her bedroom, smiling as he lays her on the bed. He settles on her side and his finger runs up and down between her breasts. “I have two questions.” His palm rests flat against her tummy, waiting for her question. “One, how come you don’t wear your glasses at the bar?”
Harry shrugs and taps his fingers against her skin, “it’s easier to make the drink when you don’t have glasses to clean. What’s the other?”
Y/N leans up on her elbows, looking much more serious than before, “Is that thing about Maya true?” She feels like an ass for asking the question but is taken by surprise when his body moves on top of hers.
“In a sense.” He moves a stray hair away from her eyes and kisses her cheek, “That night was the first time I ever drank, and the first time a girl ever gave me attention other than helping her study. I was buzzed and what Maya left out about the story was that she had gotten her period and I didn’t know what to say to her. So she left me there and told everyone I didn’t know what I was doing.” His hand travels down her belly and into her underwear to dip a finger into her wet folds. “Let’s find out if I do,” he nuzzles her ear and groans, “Please, how do you like it?”
Her mouth is suddenly very dry and she feels like she’s floating. Not once has a man asked her that and she’s not sure if she knows how to answer it. “Just move slowly. I like it up and down.” He watches her as his middle finger rubs her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are closed, her skin is flushed as well.
“Y/N, I think you’re beautiful.” His sweet whisper is just as good as the workings of his finger. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful creations that I’ve ever had the pleasure of studying.” Something about that makes her body tingle.
“God, Harry. I have a-another question.” He only nods and she takes a moment to continue. “How far have you gotten with a girl?” His kisses halt but his finger continues.
“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re asking.” She wouldn’t believe him if he said he was.
Now it’s her turn to avoid eye contact, “Then how longs it been?”
“More than I care to say.”
“Was it the one time?” He fails to answer and she turns her head to meet his, “I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you. I just, I like you and I’m curious. Why isn’t happening to you all the time? You’re so smart. You’re sweet and so gorgeous that I could just fucking explode right now. I don’t understand how people don’t want to get in your bed every night.”
“I don’t mind it. It got me a close to you. It let me know you more, let me see that you’re even more beautiful than I thought.” He shows off his dimples again.
“Jesus Christ, people are idiots.” He removes his hand from her underwear and kisses her, very passionately at that. He ends up between her legs and enjoys the feeling of her thighs against his waist. The slightest bit of pressure on his cock causes him to wince and Y/N takes notice. “Do you need to take your pants off? I mean, they’re insanely tight, you can’t be comfortable.” He takes a deep breath and stands, wiggling out of his jeans. When he climbs back on the bed, he springs free and she literally throbs. “Are you for real?”
Harry looks around the room and back to her, “What?”
She whispers like she shouldn’t even say it out loud, “You have a big dick.”
He whispers back, “Thanks. I was born with it.” She narrows her eyes at him and he smiles at her. “Why are we whispering?” She only shrugs. He continues his whispering tone and moves close to her, “I want to touch you again.” His fingertips rest at the top of her underwear and he can see her skin pebble, “I want to see what you taste like.”
Y/N lets out something close to a whimper and sighs, “Oh my god.”
“Is that a ‘yes’ oh my god or a ‘no thanks’ oh my god?” his fingers still linger above the hem of the thin fabric and it’s enough to make her scream.
She exhales and can’t help but feel a bit faint, “Its oh my god, yes.” She can’t get it through her mind that Harry was this, this polite brilliant man who is somehow not good with ladies, but he is good with ladies because he’s making her feel like she’s all he wanted and he opened her up on Christmas morning. It doesn’t make sense.
Harry clears his throat and slides down to her stomach, pausing just below her belly button. He positions himself between her legs and stops once again, “Should I, uh, take these off or just move them to the side?”
“Whatever you want.” He hooks his fingers into the band and tugs them off. He finally gets a full few of her. She’s wet and he can tell that she’s swollen. He’s only attempted to do this one other time but it didn’t work out. She got cold feet cause her roommate would be home soon and ‘I don’t want you to know we do things.’ He figures that Y/N has had someone do this for her, why wouldn’t they, look at her.
He bumps his nose against her clit by accident but he doesn’t apologize because the way she just gripped the blanket lets him know it was good. He’s too nervous to use his actual tongue at first, so he begins kissing her. He places small kisses onto her slit, feeling the wetness underneath his lips. He ends up getting her so worked up with kisses alone that her hips rise a bit. “Can you put this leg on my shoulder? I can… Get to you more, I think.” Her thigh rests on his shoulder and his hand caresses it while he continues. He keeps kissing her but his time, he kisses her like they kissed on the couch. His tongue starts off soft and feels the little nub. His lips open wider and those gentle pecks become more aggressive, assertive.
He flattens his tongue on her clit and makes a movement that she can’t describe, “Fuck, do that again.” He does and wants to smile at her reaction. He then licks deeper and much harder than previously. She catches his head moving and sees his wet tongue working magic on her. She moans and even says his name. “Harry, Harry are you sure you’re not lying about being good with girls because Jesus fucking Christ if they knew you could do this.”
He doesn’t want to stop but he wants to see her face, he wants to feel how fast her heart is beating. He drags himself up to her face and kisses her before she can even say anything. He wonders if she likes the way she tastes in the same way he does but can’t be bothered to ask. “I don’t care if they know. I’m with you right now.” Y/N smiles and kisses him.
“I wanna do something for you.” He makes a ‘Hmmph’ sound while he kisses her more. “Do you want me to touch you?” He halts his mouth and actually looks into her eyes. “I could touch you, I could use my mouth, we could, we could have sex.” How does Harry make her this way and no one else? They’re blind.
He inhales and bites his lip. How do you answer a question like that? He looks at her with these big green sad eyes and closes them. “What if I- what if you don’t get to finish?”
Her hand soothes Harry’s doubt with a hand in his hair, “If it helps, you already got me close with your mouth, it won’t take much for me to come.” She kisses his forehead and continues, “I just want to make you feel good, Harry.” She tells him to reach over to her nightstand and get a condom.
He takes off his shorts and rolls it on himself. He lingers between her legs for a moment but feels comforted once again by her delicate hands in his hair. He slowly enters her and his mouth falls open. Her grip on his shoulder tightens and she loses her breath. “Are you alright, love?”
If her lower half wasn’t so overwhelmed at the moment she would’ve swooned at the sweet nickname. She nods and feels him go deeper. She’s already pulsing from the excitement and she groans loudly with her head back. “Get on your back, I wanna make you come.” With Harry on his back, she places his hands on her hips and her nails dig into his chest. She begins to rock on top of him, feeling him hit every spot. “You feel so good.” Y/N seems to be talking to herself rather than to him. She moves faster and he begins to pant beneath her.
He moans and pulls her chest flush against him, matching her thrusts. He’s taken her by delightful surprise and she feels her orgasm almost instantly. “Put your hands in my hair again.” Her hands fly to his wild hair and her breasts give him the perfect opportunity to suck on them.
He bites into her skin and it makes her squeeze around him, “I’m gonna come.” He flips her on her back and gives it all he has. With a hand on the headboard and the older on her hip, he goes as deep and hard as he can. He watches her unravel under him. “Harry.” Her voice is shaky and quiet but it’s music to his ears.
“Just give me a little more. God, please.” Her legs wrap around his waist and a little ‘uh’ escapes her mouth each time he brings his hips into her. She’s completely wrapped around him and he doesn’t think anything has ever felt so good. “Do that thing.” She squeaks to question him and he kisses her forehead, “Squeeze around me.” She clenches and his head falls to her neck. She can feel him pulse inside her and his hand is so tight on her hip that it’s sure to be red after. Harry makes a grunting sound and a part of him doesn’t want to move. “That’s surely to kill me next time.” He hears her giggle and faces her, “What?”
“You wanna have a next time?” He matches her smirk and lays his head on her chest. Her fingers twirl the short hair on his head and Harry can’t stop smiling to himself.
He sweetly kisses the warm skin below her collar bones and says, “I wanna have a lot of next times with you.“
Part Two
The alarm clock goes off and Y/N nudges Harry with her foot, making him groan. “Hit snooze!” He throws the pillow over his head and pokes her back.
“I already hit snooze, we have to go to work.” He rolls over and swings his arm and leg over her. “Nooo. Don’t dead monkey me.” She hated this but loved it at the same time. He would put his dead weight on her and she would have to kiss him back to life until he made monkey sounds. “H, I mean it. We don’t have time. I’ll kiss you all you want when we get home.”
Harry removes his limbs from her and pinches her hip, “Oh, give me something to look forward to, love.” She heads to the kitchen and he walks to the shower. They’ve fallen into their own routine, her showering at night and him in the morning. Y/N puts the coffee on and puts cream cheese on a bagel for Harry.
“Y/N!” He shouts from the bathroom and she knows he’s forgotten his towel. He always gets a bad case of the (forgetful) Mondays. Sure enough, she finds Harry peeking behind the shower curtain. “I’m gonna put a post it on your forehead every morning to tell you to get a towel.”
He kisses her cheek and steps out, slipping a little but not falling. “Thanks.” They both brush their teeth at the sink and Harry gets a little too cute as she begins to put her make up on. Still towel-clad, he rests his chin on her shoulder and his arms swing around her. “I hate Mondays, means I can’t stay in bed with you all morning until Saturday.”
If she could pull off that towel and take him back to bed she would, god, she would. “Put some clothes on before I quit my job.” He whips the towel off and swats her butt with it.
The morning goes as it usually does, a kiss in the car and sneaky glances until lunch. In the breakroom, Harry can’t find his sandwich, he just has two fruit cups and one of the cookies Y/N made over the weekend. He sits down at the table and states, “I forgot my sandwich.” Lilly snorts, because to her, Harry can’t even seem to get his own lunch under control. Y/N laughs and pulls the missing lunch out of her little lunch tote, “Oh, thanks, Baby.” Lilly gasps and both of their heads snap up. Shit.
“Lilly, you cannot tell anyone! We haven’t gone to HR yet and we don’t want people here to know.” She just stares back and forth between the two until she starts talking again. “I mean it. Harry’s got a lot of projects going on don’t ruin it for him.” Harrys heart flutters that she was more concerned about him than herself.
After a long day of signing papers and awkward conversations, they make their way back to the car. “Tomorrow’s gonna be a real doozy, huh?” Y/N nods and dramatically flings her head back to the car seat.
“You owe me kisses.” He wiggles his eyebrows and adjusts his glasses. She landed one cute dork. She can tell he’s eager to get home and decides to mess with him. Her hand caresses his thigh, moving upward. “Y/N, we’re five minutes from home. I really don’t wanna die from a hand job when I’m five minutes away from bending you over the couch.” Her mouth hangs open and her hand pulls back. He was never so straight forward but she could feel herself get all flushed. She swallows hard and shuffles in her seat.
Harry pulls into the driveway and lets Y/N walk ahead of him. He’s been frustrated all day and wonders if she has been too. He wonders if she thought about his face between her legs last night and had to squeeze her thighs together. He waits for her to let Pippy in the backyard and as she walks through the kitchen he pushes her forward on the counter, lifting her skirt up as he pulls her underwear down. He wastes no time in teasing her folds, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ve wanted to bend you over and feel how wet you are.” He moves her hair away from the back of her neck and gives her small pecks, “Do you want to stay here or on the couch?”
She kicks off her undies and turns to face him, “The couch.” He sits on the couch first and pulls her on top of him, helping her undress. “S’not fair. I always get naked first, take it off, Styles.”
Harry smirks at Y/N and takes his shirt off, “Can’t take my pants off, there’s a naked girl in my lap.” She swings her leg back over, biting her lip as he exposes himself. He returns to the couch and taps her leg. “M’I getting more than kisses?” In the blink of an eye she’s lowering herself onto his hips. “You think of me today? You think about fucking me while you were workin?”
Over the past few months, Harry has gotten much more comfortable with talking dirty during sex. And he was good at it. “Mhmm, yeah.” He palms the flesh of her backside and squeezes every so often. “Always make me feel so good.”
Y/N speeds up and her hands grab those stupidly attractive shoulders, “I love when you ride me, feels so good to have your pussy around me.” Her eyes close and she tries to keep her rhythm steady. “I could barely concentrate today. I kept thinking about your legs around my head and then I thought about your legs around my waist.” He wraps both arms around her and flips her on her back. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about how wet you get for me.” He kisses her and thrusts so hard that she gasps into his mouth.
“Oh!” He moves even faster and he feels her legs shake around him. Her arms are around his neck and he sucks on her ear.
“I can feel it. I know you’re almost there.” He nibbles and she whimpers for him. “The feeling of my hair against your clit drives you wild, doesn’t it? You can get so sensitive, fuckin’ remarkable.” He returns to kiss her lips and she accidentally bites his lip.
He pulls away with his eyes closed and she can’t even tell him she’s sorry because he pounding into her. “I-shit. Harder, I’m gonna come. Please, harder.”
Harry pushes his knee into the cushion and balances himself so he has hold of her hips, “Like that?” Her hands are pulling all the cushions and she practically yelling for him. “So pretty when you scream my name, you know?” He feels that familiar squeeze that he loves but does let up his pace. “So pretty you make me wanna come.”
He falls forward and she sucks on his neck, “I wanna feel it.” This time, his hips slow but don’t stop. She couldn’t mean what he thinks she means; she had gone on the pill but He always pulled out. No, no she didn’t mean that. “Baby, come in me.” Fuck.
The thought makes his dick jump and he almost loses his words, “Are you sure? If you’re not you need to tell me like, right now.” She nods her hair and his forehead rests on hers as he releases. “Jesus. I think you broke me.”
Y/N’s tired laugh makes his body feel warm all over again. “I know how to fix you but give me like 15 minutes.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s go get cleaned up and fix me.” His dimples pop and carries her to the shower. He stops short and notices Pippy on the bed, chewing something. “Pippy that better not be my tie.” Y/N hops out of his arms and disappears into the bathroom. Harry walks over to the mischievous dog and fights with whatever she’s chewing on but ends up ripping it. He holds what was once a part of Y/N’s underwear in his hand and looks at the fluff ball, “This stays between up, Pip.”
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Three Days ~ 76
~*~Sebastian~*~
Will texted they had picked up the food and were on their way, no more than ten minutes out. Emma wiped down the table while I pulled out beers. She was closest so she got the door. Will hugged her, looking at me strangely, then brought the food toward the table. The women hugged and stood there talking while the door closed.
Will glanced over his shoulder and almost whispered at me, “Did you do that to her hair?”
I smiled.
“Practice more.” He started pulling things out of the bag. “And don’t let her go outside like that.”
“Stop it, Will.” Alissa pulled me into a hug.
“No offense, Pippi Longstocking. I mean, Emma.”
Emma made a face, “I don’t know who that is.”
“Don’t look it up.” Will looked at me, “Want me to teach you to French braid your girlfriend’s hair?”
“Shut up and I hate you.” Truth was, yes, I think that would be easier than her trying to teach me. Partly because she’d be doing it backward and I wouldn’t know what was going on. Partly because there was a high probability of the effort being aborted and the whole thing just being foreplay.
I was being a good boy with chicken and roast vegetables. Meanwhile, Emma had a ridiculously juicy medium-rare hamburger and fries. Emma and I both made obscene noises with our first bites. She covered her mouth and looked across the table at our guests. "We didn't eat dinner last night."
Will smirked, "We had an amazing standing rib roast with the family."
We traded stories of our evenings and Alissa filled us all in on what happened after Emma and I went home. It sounded like we'd missed a crazy after-party, but we had our own good time. We stayed talking at the table after the food was gone and I'd fetched another round of beers.
"You offered to get cocaine for your girlfriend who went to rehab for cocaine?"
I laughed, looking at one of my best friends. "In hindsight, not my best idea."
He was looking at me like I was an idiot. Shaking his head, he shifted his attention to Emma, "How long have you been sober?"
"I have no idea." I put my hand on the chair behind Emma, barely touching her. Emma made a face and looked like she was searching. "May 2007. I was sixteen."
Alissa did the math, "Twelve years."
"I never kept track because I didn't have a problem. My parents did not believe me. I was the captain of the Varsity Volleyball team. We had random drug tests. The only time I used during the season was if we had a long break. That's not addiction it's recreation."
"And you never used again?"
She shook her head, "When I got home, I was peeing in cups daily and didn't want to go back to the facility. It was a rule at Ed's and it would have wrecked me to disappoint him. We practiced year-round in college. Jimmy barely even drank. When we broke up and I moved in with Eli and Angie I really wanted to. But..." she shrugged with a smile and a sigh, "That wouldn't have been recreation or a none too original way to say fuck you to a boyfriend who cheated on me. Seemed like a slippery slope. Then it'd just been so long I wasn't interested."
I wanted to ask. "Had Keaton pulled out coke, would you have?"
She nodded, "Probably. That would have fallen under recreation. It would have been fun."
"At the risk of sounding very old."
The three of us looked at Will and said, "Too Late."
He flipped all of us off, "Emma, what you chose to do is up to you. I think an after-party with your musician friends may feel comfortable, maybe too comfortable. There'd be a risk of overdoing and you don't have a tolerance or any idea how you'll react."
I lifted my beer to my lips, "Good point". It’s ludicrous to think I wouldn't have been watching for just that. Actually, it’s not. I was pretty stoned.
Emma barely glanced at me when she got up and went around the table to get to Will. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek, "Thank you. For asking, and caring, and warning."
Will thought she was kidding. "It's been twelve years. It'll be like the first time."
She moved back, keeping her arms around his neck, "I'm being serious. Thank you. That was very sweet."
"Oh, you're welcome." He hugged her and said something that made her smile. Will rolled his eyes and smirked at me, which I knew was directed at me and not at the interaction between him and Emma. He was smiling nicely before Emma sat down. He looked at me, "Where's your laptop?"
Hell, if I know. I had it yesterday while Emma was shopping. I looked over at the table in front of the couch. Nope.
"On the chair in the office." Emma pointed toward the room.
"Thank you." I pulled on one of her braids before I went to get it.
Will pulled up a Google doc with links and notes to about a dozen places from Maldives to Bora Bora. I nixed any place with a flight over eight hours. I was traveling a lot in the next month and didn’t want to start a vacation with another long flight. We narrowed it down to three places for a variety of reasons that included too many mosquitoes and a lack of lizards. Emma liked lizards. Will, Emma, and I picked different islands, so Alissa was the final vote. She voted with me, but no one was upset with the result. The villa on Turks and Caicos had five bedrooms (one more than we needed), a pool, and a private beach. Perfect.
An hour Later Will's travel agent had us booked in and on a non-stop four-hour flight.
We updated Will's travel doc with all the information and started adding things to do. He shared the doc with all four couples, so we could add and comment. Not that we'd be joined at the hip for the whole trip, but some things were more fun in a group.
A few hours and many laughs later Will and Alissa headed home. I leaned against the door, hooking Emma around the waist, pulling her in tight. I liked how she was with my friends and was excited to have her with more of them on an island. More importantly, I liked how I was with her and my friends. I can tell the difference. I’m relaxed and everything that goes with feeling relaxed.
Right this second with Emma's body fitted against mine I was not quite as relaxed. I put my hand on the back of her neck and brought her to my mouth. Kissing her. Claiming her. Finally, letting her go. "I need to finish up some stuff from yesterday. Maybe two hours?" I said it in the form of a question hoping she'd not be angry.
She nodded quickly, "Ok." She pointed down the hall. “I'm going to finish my laundry and make the bed."
"No, we'll do that later."
"Don't be silly." She went to her toes and kissed me. "Will it bother you if I practice?"
"No, I've got a few things to watch. I'll have on headphones."
"See you in a bit." She ran her fingers down my chest letting them drift away before touching my cock. Tease. I loved her little smile as she wiggled her nosey fingers at me. "I love you."
"Love you." So damn sexy.
I made myself walk to the couch before I followed her down the hallway. Focus. Focus. Focus.
I did well for an hour and forty-five minutes when Emma came back into the room. She sat in the chair diagonal and started to read. She is doing nothing to distract me, which I find very distracting. Her ignoring me is sexier than if she was stripping. I’m sure that says something about me. For one, I’m a liar. Her stripping would be much sexier.
One hour and fifty minutes. I crooked my finger, patted the cushion next to me, and lifted my arm. Emma uncurled her legs slowly and moved next to me, settling with her back against me. She went back to reading. I pretended to pay attention to the laptop on my lap instead of the woman I wanted there.
One hour and fifty-three minutes. I ran my fingers along the skin above the collar of her t-shirt. Emma shifted a little where my fingers were on her breast. I could feel the thinness of her bra and limited my touch to the swell above.
One hour and fifty-seven minutes. I have given up restricting my exploration. I’ve decided it's time to make the decision between my fingers and my mouth a more difficult one. Her stiffening nipple approved.
Two hours. I moved her enough to allow me to put my laptop on the table. My headphones too. I pulled her over my thigh, between my legs. Cradling her in my arms, I rubbed my nose against hers before kissing her.
"Are you finished?"
I moved my hand between her legs, keeping my touch light. Barely skating over her shorts. "Enough. How was practice?"
"Fine. Laundry done too."
"Good." I kissed her, deeper and longer this time. My touch intensified.
Emma spread her legs, moving one foot to the floor, and pressing herself into my hand. "Are you finished too?"
"Not even close." I smiled, "Oh, you mean work. Yes, done with work."
"So, it's playtime?"
I felt my eyes and smile widen, "It is playtime." I pulled the tie on her shorts and wiggled my fingers into her panties. “I worked hard for two hours. I deserve a reward." I dipped a finger inside her then started circling her clit.
She curled her hips into my touch. "This is your reward."
"You bet." I licked the middle of her top lip. "I get to watch you come."
She closed her eyes and laid her head against my shoulder. "I'm going to relax and let you enjoy your reward."
"Mmm, ok."
Relaxation didn't last long. A combination of light fingering and finger fucking had her squirming, biting her lip, and licking them. I couldn't resist. Didn't want to. When I kissed her, her hand went to the back of my head and kept me where I had to keep kissing her. It wasn't a hardship and I didn’t fight.
I had to hold on tight to her squirmy body. Hard to tell which she liked better. By the time she was close, and I could tell when she was close, I was slamming into her pretty hard. In the end, it was the finger fucking that pushed her over. She ripped herself away from the kiss and shattered in my arms.
I watched.
Emma laid her head back on my shoulder. "Well."
I leaned in and kissed her chest, "Next time I ask if you want my fingers or my mouth it might be a harder decision."
She looked at me, eyes and mouth wide open, "Did I bruise your ego? Was this some sort of revenge finger banging?"
"No, but that sounds fun."
She laughed, "It does, doesn’t it?"
I lifted her over my other leg and crawled out from under her leg. "Stay here. Take off your pants."
I should have planned ahead. Emma had stashed condoms around her place. I need to do that. I had made a plan though. It involved going to find her in either the laundry room or in my bedroom, separating her from her clothes, and making love to her. Wasn't working out that way.
I had my clothes off and the condom on by the time I was halfway down the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I saw her stretched out on my couch one leg hooked over the back of the couch the other foot on the floor. I know, I know, I know, I've seen it all before and up much closer. It doesn't matter. Beautiful woman spread out, legs wide, on my couch, with the sunlight just starting to fade. I hope to hell that never gets old and always knocks the breath out of me for a few seconds. I took a moment to enjoy the view. Emma saw me and smiled. That took my breath away too.
I knelt on the couch, kissing her ankle, and running my hand down her leg. By the time my hand was between her legs, my cock was there and I guided myself inside her. She felt incredible. Wet. Tight. Warm. Half a dozen slow strokes later I laid over her, supporting myself on my elbows. The feel of Emma's fingers on my waist almost burned, the warmth sinking into me. She held onto me, her grip tightening when I hit just the right spot. This was good, but not what I wanted, how I wanted to come. I pulled out and sat back on the couch, taking her hand to pull her over me. Emma straddled my legs and immediately took me back inside her. It was my turn to hold her waist. She braced herself with her hands on my shoulders. The apartment was silent except for the sounds of us.
Emma rode me slow and easy until both of us needed more. She picked up the pace and I guided her harder. Her kissing my neck was what triggered my orgasm. I held her down on me and as soon as I could I laid Emma back down on the couch, going down on her to finish what we'd started. It didn't take long for her to be holding onto my arm and breaking the silence with my name.
We spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch watching a movie. We laughed, kissed, and fed each other popcorn. I don't remember the last time I had such a good simple night.
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Astrid Lindgren
I haven’t made a list about other materials in a while, so I thought I’d list some Swedish literature. Keep in mind that I’ll start with children’s books.
Masterposts are too heavy so I’ll make a series instead!
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Pippi Långstrump (Pippi Longstocking)
“Tommy and his sister Annika have a new neighbor, and her name is Pippi Longstocking. She has crazy red pigtails, no parents to tell her what to do, a horse that lives on her porch, and a flair for the outrageous that seems to lead to one adventure after another!”
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Alla vi barn i Bullerbyn (The Children of Noisy Village)
“In the tiny hamlet of Noisy Village, there are three properties, North Farm, Middle Farm and South Farm, and six children live there: Lisa and Lars and Pip and Britta and Anna and Ollie. They play and play, and have fun nearly all the time. It’s wonderful sleeping in the hay, getting dressed up and going to school – and having fun on the way there and back!“
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Nils Karlsson Pyssling
A collection of short stories about children and how in some of them they meet new friends in a fantasyworld.
Except Nils Karlsson Pyssling, the book contains the tales I skymningslandet, Allrakäraste syster, Ingen rövare finns i skogen, Peter och Petra, Lustig-Gök, En natt i maj, Prinsessan som inte ville leka och Mirabell.
I skymningslandet (In the Land of Twilight)
“Göran has an injured leg and he gets bored spending so much time in bed. But when his mother turns out the light at dusk, Mr Lilyvale knocks on the window and takes him to the Land of Twilight. Göran and Mr Lilyvale walk and fly around Stockholm when people from the daytime world are sleeping.
Göran drives a tram and a bus. It doesn’t matter that he has a bad leg in the Land of Twilight. They eat candy that grows on trees in the park, play with bear cubs and meet a moose. They even visit the King and Queen in the royal palace. At the end of their journey each night, Mr Lilyvale takes Göran home just before his mother comes in and turns on the light.“
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Allra käraste syster (Most Beloved Sister)
“Barbara has a secret friend who lives in the garden. It's her twin sister, Ylva-li, and Barbara doesn't have to share her with her papa or mama or brother. What's even better is that Ylva-li calls Barbara her "Most Beloved Sister." Together, the girls bravely ride their horses through the Great Horrible Forest, where the nasty Frights live, to visit the Kind Ones in the meadow. The Kind Ones always give them cookies and caramels. And best of all, Barbara and Ylva-li go to the Most Beautiful Valley in the World, where the trees and the flowers sing.“
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Mirabell (Mirabelle)
“Six-year-old Britta very much wants a doll, but her parents can't afford one. One evening an odd little old man arrives driving a horse and cart. Britta opens the gate for him, and he thanks her by giving her a little yellow seed, with instructions to plant it, water it, and she'll see something very funny. To her astonishment, a doll begins to grow in her garden After harvesting, Britta learns that her new doll is much more special than she could ever have guessed.”
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Mio, min Mio (Mio’s Kingdom)
“With help from a genie, young Karl Anders Nilsson travels by day and night, beyond the stars, to reach Farawayland. There, his father the King, who has been searching for him for nine long years, tells him his true name is Mio, and lavishes upon him the loving attention he never received from his foster parents back in Stockholm. Mio learns of a prophecy that has been foretold for thousand of years. With his best friend Pompoo, and his horse with the golden mane, Miramis, he must travel into the darkness of Outer Land to battle the cruel Sir Kato.”
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Lillebror och Karlsson på taket (Karlsson on the Roof)
“Imagine Smidge's delight when, one day, a little man with a propeller on his back appears hovering at the window! It's Karlson and he lives in a house on the roof. Soon Smidge and Karlson are sharing all sorts of adventures, from tackling thieves and playing tricks to looping the loop and running across the rooftops. Fun and chaos burst from these charming, classic stories.“
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Rasmus på luffen (Rasmus and the Vagabond)
“Dreaming of a home of his own, Rasmus runs away from the orphanage and meets Paradise Oscar, a remarkable tramp who takes Rasmus along on his travels, where they encounter adventure from both robbers and police.“
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Sunnanäng
A fairytale collection, contains four short stories.
Sunnanäng (The Red Bird)
“Two very different orphans, Matthew and Anna, are sent to live with the stern farmer in Myra. The work is hard; the food is scarce; the days are cold. But then Anna and Matthew follow the red bird to Sunnymead, where they find hope, sunshine, and in the end, freedom.”
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Spelar min lind, sjunger min näktergal (My Nightingale is Singing)
“Maria finds a miraculous way to bring beauty and joy into the lives of the poor and elderly who live in the poorhouse and to share some of her own love of nature with others.“
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Madicken (Mardie)
“Seven-year-old Mardie lives with her family; her Mum, Dad, little sister Lisbet and their housemaid Alva, in a big, beautiful house called ‘Junedale’, in a Swedish provincial town during the First World War. Mardie wants to be a good and well-mannered girl, but it isn’t always easy. The world is just so full of exciting things to do, try and explore.
Mardie is fearless and she often ends up in somewhat sticky situations that she has to use all her wits to get out of. She climbs trees, flies aeroplanes and jumps off roofs. But more than anything Mardie is sensitive and has a big heart. From her privileged position she observes the world and notices all the suffering and injustices. She has an endless capacity for empathy and kindness. In that regard she practises what her Dad, the radical newspaper editor, writes about in his paper – solidarity with the poor and vulnerable.“
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Lotta på Bråkmakaregatan (The Children on Troublemaker Street)
“Look out -- here comes trouble! Jonas, Maria, and Lotta Nyman don't mean to make trouble, but because their idea of fun is to stick salami on the windows, keep the water running from the kitchen faucet until the sink overflows, and lower meatballs down through the chimney, trouble just seems to follow them....
With the Nyman kids around, anything can happen!“
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Emil i Lönneberga (Emil of Lonneberga)
“Whether he's teaching his pet pig to dance, being chased by a mad cow or wrestling a robber, Emil's adventures never stop. Hens, dogs, little sisters - and adults - all flee his path. But Emil doesn't mean to be bad, it's just that trouble - and fun - follow him wherever he goes.“
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Vi på Saltkråkan (Seacrow Island)
“The four Melkerson children are a little bit worried on reaching Seacrow Island, where their father has rented a cottage for the whole summer without even setting eyes on it. On the boat a man told Pelle, the youngest Melkerson, that the cottage’s roof leaks. They disembark in the pouring rain.
Seacrow Island, however, turns out to be full of all sorts of wonderful surprises. Pelle loves animals, and here he finds Bosun, the most gigantic dog he’s ever seen, along with his irrepressible owner, Tjorven. Johan and Niklas meet Teddy and Freddy, two girls, as it turns out, who know all about boats and exploring. As for nineteen-year-old Malin, she falls in love for the first time. By the end of the summer, all four children and their father know that Seacrow Island is home.“
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Bröderna Lejonhjärta (The Brothers Lionheart)
“The two main characters are two brothers; the older Jonatan and the younger Karl. The two brothers' surname was originally Lion, but they are generally known as Lionheart. Karl's nickname is Skorpan (Rusky) since Jonatan likes these typical Swedish toasts or crusts.
In Nangijala, a land in "the campfires and storytelling days", the brothers experience adventures. Together with a resistance group they lead the struggle against the evil Tengil, who rules with the aid of the fearsome fire-breathing dragon, Katla.”
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Ronja Rövardotter (Ronia, the Robber's Daughter)
“Ronia, who lives with her father and his band of robbers in a castle in the woods, causes trouble when she befriends the son of a rival robber chieftain.“
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Working and Sitting Next to an Actual Psychopath
Yes, you read that title correctly. That actually happened.
Once again I will not reveal the name of the company I worked at, only that its name rhymes with Ee Em Gee.
So I had been working at this place for about 3 months just having a blast with my bro Huong and my Uncle Corey from the southside of Chicago. And one day we had a new guy in our office, and he sat right behind me. I was doing some work on my computer when I heard two people having a conversation behind me, one American voice and one English voice. The English voice was introducing the American voice to the office and showing him how the schedule worked. I then heard the English voice ask the American voice “so where are you from?” The American voice replies, “I’m originally from Puerto Rico but I grew up in the states.” Instantly I thought, cool! I love Puerto Rican music and now I’ll get to sit next to another minority person or whatever! The English voice left, so now I could say hi to the new guy. I was like, “so you’re Boricua huh?” I knew that Puerto Ricans identify with the native Boricua of the Puerto Rican island, so I was just showing off my history and geography knowledge at this point. We hit it off right away. Even my Irish manager liked him so much he said, “this is gonna be a fun year!” I asked the Puerto Rican guy for his name, but for now let’s just call him Satan.
A couple of days go by and all is great.
I think it was on day 3, a girl from another office happens to be sitting in Satan’s seat while she chatted with her boyfriend chilling at the desk directly to the left of Satan’s. Satan stands right in-between them while they are talking and makes a loud sound of clearing his throat. The atmosphere at this point feels a little bit weird. He asks for his seat back in a way that would sound rude, to literally anyone. There are so many ways to say the same thing, but he chose the most uncomfortable passive-aggressive way. I think hmm, this is odd.
Day 4, the same girl is sitting in Satan’s seat as he comes back into the office. The same exact scenario as the day before. This time he goes up to her and says something like, “are you going to be in my seat every day?” I didn’t quite hear her response but eventually she got up and left. Her boyfriend was understandably pissed off. Keep in mind that her boyfriend is tall as fuck and trains in MMA every other day. Let’s call him Skywalker.
Day 5, it’s 8:00am in the morning. I had just sat at my desk. Suddenly. The door opens and Satan is aggressively yelling at Skywalker about something. I’m barely awake so I’m just confused as hell. Satan yells something like, “don’t touch me bro!” Skywalker’s body language is saying something like, what did I do? Our shift had LITERALLY just started and this drama was happening right in our faces, keep in mind that our office had about 45 people. After about the longest 30 seconds ever, the scene is done. Satan goes back to his desk. Keep in mind that his desk directly behind mine, and directly to the right of Skywalker’s. At this point, Satan decides that I am the person that he wants to tell all his drama to. He tells me that he didn’t realize that he was yelling because he had his headphones on. At this point I saw the red flag, this dude has the symptoms of a psycho. Last time I heard someone make an excuse like this was from my drug-dealing Colombian ex-girlfriend who is also a psychopath. Anyways, apparently Skywalker had bumped into Satan and almost made him drop his phone, and this is what had ultimately triggered this scene early in the morning. I figured, this reaction from Satan should be unacceptable in any workplace so I’m sure he’ll be fired soon. I’ll just wait this out.
The days go by. Satan has not been fired. The complaints against him have accumulated from other teachers outside of our office. He has been rude to teachers and even to our cab drivers that drive us to the schools where we teach at. Our head manager, let’s call her Pippy Longstocking, has had multiple talks with him one-on-one and she believes every excuse that Satan comes up with. More and more people start to dislike him, and this makes him think that I am his only and best friend in the world. I keep thinking, okay he’ll be fired any time now so I’ll just keep playing it cool. I’ve dealt with a psychopath before so I’ll just be chill and wait this out. No point in adding another complaint against him, plenty of people have already complained so he should be fired soon, right?
Over a month has gone by, and this dude is still working here! A few times, I give him the benefit of the doubt and actually invite him to hang out outside of work. The first time was to sing karaoke with his landlord and my bro Huong. Huong sang the song, I’m in Love with the Coco, and it was tight. I went with one my go-to songs, the Armageddon song by Aerosmith. You know the one I’m referring to. Satan sang some 10 minute long song from the 70’s, oh yeah this dude is apparently like 40 something. Another time, I invited Satan to have lunch at the famous banh mi lady’s place and Satan was extremely rude to her because according to him the food had taken “over an hour”. It had actually been like ten minutes. That was the last time that I ever invited him out.
A month and a half go by, and I try my best to avoid even being in the office. Now, Satan thinks that everyone is plotting against him. He thinks that Huong is angry with him and he is jealous of my friendship with my Uncle Corey. I of course am extremely fucking uncomfortable. I figure that at this point, the company is gonna let him finish his 2 month probation instead of actually firing him. One day. Satan tells me that he has a meeting with HR in the afternoon. I figure, thank you god they are finally going to fire this guy. Later that afternoon he tells me, “HR says I didn’t pass probation!” I try my best to look shocked. I think, oh my god finally. Then he says, “they’re going to let me work for two more weeks.” I think, what in the actual fucking shit is this fucking fuckery. HR is going to actually let him work until the very last second of his probation, when he should have been fired in week 1. And worst of all… now he has nothing to lose.
The last week is here. I try to not even be in the office at all, I don’t wanna be there when that ticking time bomb explodes. Apparently, when I was out, another dramatic scene featuring Satan ensued. While Satan was clocking in, our Vietnamese-American co-worker had coughed. Let’s call him Dragon. Satan thought that Dragon had purposefully coughed on him, so Satan then coughs in Dragon’s face. As they go back to their respective desks, I heard that Satan challenged Dragon to a fight and Dragon called him out to brawl outside. Satan didn’t go for it. This dude was all bark and no bite. I think Skywalker called him a fat fuck, and that made me giggle like the demonic possessed girl from the Exorcist after killing Merrin. If we were in America, I think Satan would have been one of those mass-murdering shooters. Luckily, we were in Vietnam and the ‘gun-shops’ here only sell condoms. He wasn’t gonna lube us to death.
Satan had a couple days left before he was officially done working with us, and every afternoon he asked me to have lunch with him, and every afternoon I found an excuse not to. On his last day of work I almost didn’t even go into the office, I could imagine this dude coming into work with a backpack full of anthrax. Fortunately, nothing happened that day. At the end of the workday as he was leaving the office for the last time he said to me, “we have to hang out soon!”
The nightmare was finally over, and Satan’s desk was replaced with my bro Niall’s actually brother, Big Dog. I never saw Satan again, I only heard his voice at a bar once and I got the fuck out of there faster than you can say “perrea papi perrea.” Feel free to Google image that previously quoted expression. Enjoy.
With Satan gone, our little neighborhood of desk buddies could finally enjoy some peace. It consisted of: Skywalker, Big Dog, Mr.Bean, Draco Malfoy, and I. Good times. Eventually corona appeared in the form of a virus instead of beer, and our office has been closed ever since. Once again, fuck you corona.
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I started using Tumblr after I lost my best friend, so I don't know if I've ever talked about her on here before?
Her name was Dessy. We got her when she was 6 weeks old, and I was 5 years old. She died in March, just a couple months shy of her 13th birthday in May.
She was my best friend. I grew up with her. I took her for walks as often as I was allowed. I took her for hikes every weekend I could talk my dad into it. I would put her in my pool with me even though dad complained the dog hair would clog the pump. We would take her to ponds and places to let her swim and run.
She would often times steal my pillow right from under my head, just pull it right out from under me! I even remember a time that I slept in the floor and let her have my bed and my favorite pillow... because she was my best friend and I thought she deserved it. My dad thought I was crazy for giving the dog my bed...
I remember when she had puppies. I actually kept 2 of them, Emma ended up running away and I still don't know where she is. And the same happened with Pippi. We had Pippi longer and I grew more attached to her before she ended up missing. My parents think someone picked them up because they're a high end breed of bird hunting dog and worth $800-1000 a piece and everyone around here is some type of hunter. I just hope they're both ok and living well.
I remember the time I took Dessy and Pippi for a walk and Pippi decided to jump down a water hole, pulling me in with her. We both had to walk back soaked and caked in mud. The weirdest part though... was how deep that hole was. It looked like just a little puddle of runoff from the pond, but when I went in I was completely submerged from the height of the fall and my feet didn't even touch the bottom.... I still wonder how fucking deep that hole was? I didn't think about it too much at the time though because I had to shove Pippi's wet butt back up onto the lower side of the bank before pulling myself out. And when I think about it... I was only, maybe 8 or 9 at the time. And my instincts were that impeccable??? Even my dad was panicked before seeming slightly surprised by my quick response. I think it's all thanks to my Papaw for teaching me how to swim and not be afraid of water since I was 4. 🤷♀️
I remember taking baths with Dessy because she lived for water and wanted to be involved every time I got in the bath or a pool.
I miss her so much
She died in my lap. I held her and she looked me in the eyes before she finally stopped breathing. She said goodbye and she felt at peace with her best friend when she went. And that's all I could ever ask for.
I wish... so fucking bad... I would have gotten that with my Nana. I hate how things ended for my Nana and it fucking haunts me... I wish it could have been as peaceful as losing my best friend. I wish I could have held her and told her I loved her.
I wish I could have said goodbye.
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Dragon Ball 127
Funimation designated episodes 123-153 as the Piccolo Junior Saga, which is appropriate enough, I suppose, but it feels more like five distinct acts. They tie into one another, but they don’t quite feel like a single storyline either. The first act was more of an epilogue to the King Piccolo arc, with Goku asking Kami to restore the Dragon Balls so Piccolo’s victims can be revived. Now, we’ve moved on to a new act, which features Goku’s training for the 23rd World Tournament.
These next six episodes are all pure filler. In the manga, the story just flashes forward to Goku meeting everyone on Papaya Island on the day of the tournament. The anime went and fleshed out just some of what Goku’s training was like, as well as the training Krillin and the others went through down on Earth.
The first time I watched these episodes, I felt frustrated with the pacing. For one thing, I was hoping they would jump ahead a little and show Goku getting taller and more Sean Schemmelly as the years went by. Instead, I’m pretty sure all six of these episodes focus on the first month or so of Goku’s progress. And Goku doesn’t make a lot of progress, which is rather frustrating in itself. Most of these episodes involve Popo trying to teach Goku something, and then pointing out that he hasn’t actually learned it. However, as I watch these episodes again, I’ve begun to notice that maybe Goku was getting more out of this than I realized.
The main theme of the training is that Goku relies too much on his eyes and ears, and this causes him to make too many wasted movements. Popo wants him to clear his mind, in order to discover a new way of perceiving his surroundings. Only by doing this can he hope to become as “quiet as the sky”, which will help him move “faster than lightning.”
But it’s a lot easier said than done. Popo keeps having Goku meditate, but his thoughts keep drifting to other things. At one point, Popo thinks he’s gotten the hang of it, only to realize that Goku has drifted off to sleep.
Back at Kame House, the boys do a lot of sparring and just hanging out being bros.
Bulma asks Puar to put suntan lotion on her back, but Oolong takes it from Puar, and Master Roshi takes it from Oolong, and then Bulma finds out what he’s up to and smacks him. So does Bulma just live here now?
Back on the Lookout, Popo challenges Goku to catch a cat wearing a bell, while wearing a blindfold. Goku think’s it’ll be easy, but he gets confused very quickly.
Because Popo has a bell of his own, and he was jingling it to trick Goku about the cat’s whereabouts.
Goku’s kind of annoyed by this, and Popo just keeps telling him that if he clears his mind, he’ll be able to see through such simple deceptions. I notice that the common thread with a lot of these lessons is that Popo keeps telling Goku what he needs to do, but he never bothers to explain how to do it.
Goku then asks what sort of training Popo did under Kami, and Popo warns him that it’s intense. Goku wants to try it anyway, so they head inside to a special room in the palace.
Goku’s mission is to fetch a crown from the top of Mount Thunder. I guess they couldn’t call it Thunder Mountain because Disney would sue.
To send him there, Popo uses some machine that shoots multi-colored beams of light everywhere. He says it allows Kami to go to different places, but it sure doesn’t look like it.
Goku makes it to the top of the mountain easily enough, and the crown is just sitting there waiting for him.
But when he puts it on, it sets off some sort of booby trap that causes lighting to strike him.
Somehow, this doesn’t kill him, and he ends up landing at the base of the mountain, in a stream.
He wakes up to find himself in the home of a girl named Chu-li, who lives with her mother and a bird named “Pippi.” Everyone pronounces it “pee-pee”, though, so I’m just gonna call the bird that.
Chu-li’s mom says that whoever gets the Holy Crown will become the strongest man in the world, which only makes Goku want it more.
He stays up late trying to figure out the problem. His only chance is to dodge the lightning, but to do that he’ll have to move faster.
The next day, Chu-li climbs on the roof trying to find Pee-pee, and Goku has to help her get down.
Then Pee-pee comes back, much to the surprise of Goku and Chu-li’s mother. Goku asks how she knew the bird was coming, and Chu-li says she could sense its presence.
Goku realizes that he has to do the same thing in order to avoid the lightning, so he goes back up Mount Thunder and tries again.
This time, he tries to clear his mind, like Popo wanted, so that he can sense the lightning before it reaches him.
And it works! He manages to dodge the lightning.... once. When he stops to celebrate his achievement, he gets zapped all over again.
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Hello!
I found some quotes on Tumblr and I thought some of them would fit the Yandere Simulator characters. Yeah...
Ayano and the Rivals
Taro: Remember when you said you weren't going to interfere with my love life?
Hanako: No. That doesn't sound like me at all.
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Ayano: You rude gardening tool!
Osana: ...Did you just indirectly call me a hoe?
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Amai: I'm having problems with a boy.
Ayano: Like "his dead body won't fit into your trunk" problems or "you like him" problems?
Amai: "I like him" problems.
Ayano: Too bad, I could have helped with the other one.
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Amai: Let's go out and get waffles! You like waffles, right?
Oka: [completely monotone, without even looking up] More than life itself.
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Kizana: You have beautiful eyes.
Taro: Thank you, they're really great at seeing things.
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Ayano: I love you.
Ayano: I love you as much as I hate Osana.
Taro: ...
Info-Chan: It means she loves you very, very much.
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Kizana: Compliment me.
Taro: Uh, you, you have eyes.
Kizana:
Kizana: [shrugs] I'll take it.
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Kizana: Out of my way, extras!
Taro: Stop calling people extras just because you don't know them!
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Hanako: I'm doomed!
Ayano: Well, you lived a good life, right?
Hanako: I'm only fourteen!
Ayano: I said good, not long.
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Ayano: I could kill you if I wanted to, Kina.
Muja: Yeah? So could a different person!
Ayano: ...
Muja: So could a dog!
Muja: So could a dedicated duck!
Muja: You aren't so special!
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Ayano: If I cut off my leg and swing it at your head, am I kicking you or hitting you?
Oka: You'll most likely mentally scar me more than anything else.
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Info-Chan and Ayano
Info-Chan: From now on, we fuck up everything together.
Ayano: Good.
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Info-Chan: [hacker voice] I'm in.
Ayano: I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say 'hacker voice'.
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Ayano: I guess...maybe I'm just a bad person.
Info-Chan: No, you're not a bad person. You're a terrific person. You're my favorite person! But sometimes you can be a real motherfucker.
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Ayano: Destiny is calling!
Info-Chan: I wish destiny would lose our number.
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Info-Chan: Plot twist! You are your crush's crush.
Ayano: Unrealistic. Blocked.
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Info-Chan: Wha-- Ayano, what are you doing in my room, it's three in the morning--
Ayano: [urgently] Teach me how to use emojis.
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Info-Chan: God, I hate him.
Ayano: Me too.
Info-Chan: You have no idea who I'm talking about.
Ayano: Solidarity, partner.
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Info-Chan: Alright. We'll see if we can break in. But be subtle.
Ayano: Yeah, yeah. [proceeds to kick down the door dramatically]
Info-Chan: [sighs] That's not subtle.
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Info-Chan: My partner is very sorry and she didn't mean it.
Ayano: I'm very sorry.
Info-Chan: See?
Ayano: But I did mean it.
Info-Chan: AYANO!
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Ayano: How did you find me?
Info-Chan: Well, I saw the huge explosion and thought, "now, who could that be?"
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Ayano: Can you do me a weird favor without asking any questions?
Info-Chan: Isn't that the bedrock upon which our friendship was founded?
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Info-Chan: [putting on makeup] I need to look pretty for senpai.
Ayano: Who's your senpai?
Info-Chan: Myself.
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Midori being stupid and/or weird
Midori: A lot people want to kill me... I take great pride in that.
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Midori: Alright, let's go over the plan one more time. If one of us dies first, what will the other one do?
Mai: Locate the corpse and move the body so it looks like it's dabbing.
Midori: Exactly!
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Midori: What's up? I'm back.
Pippi: We all literally saw you die. You died. You were dead.
Midori: Death is a social construct.
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Kuu: You want a latte or a caramel macchiato?
Midori: I'm mature now. I only drink espresso shots.
Kuu: Why are your hands shaking?
Midori: This is my fifth one. I think I have a problem.
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Midori: What does the chef recommend?
Clerk: Miss, this is a McDonald's.
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Midori: You lying, cheating piece of shit! You're not the woman I married!
Mai: Then we'll get divorced, and I'm taking the pets!
Kuu: [slides the Monopoly board away from them] I think we should stop playing now.
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Midori: If literature is literally lit, wouldn't it be lit is lit lit?
Ayano: Just eat the goddamn waffles.
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Ryuto: It sounds like bones breaking.
Midoru: Bones? Hah! Where we're going, we don't need bones.
Ryuto: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!
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Midori: DON'T BE SORRY! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN ANGEL! YOU AT LEAST TRIED TO HELP US, WHICH WAS VERY SWEET OF YOU!!
Kuu: You're yelling kind things at me again and it is making me very confused.
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Midori: Look, guys, the hotel left us these little candies in the bathroom!
Midori: [eats one and starts gagging]
Midori: It was soap.
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Midori: The human caloric requirement is 1500 to 2500 depending on the person.
Midori: 1 gallon of gasoline contains enough calories to satisfy that requirement for 12400 to 20600 days, or 34 to 56.5 years.
Midori: Therefore, if I chug a gallon of gasoline, I won't need to eat for the rest of my life.
Kaga: ...
Kaga: ...Well, strictly speaking, you're absolutely correct.
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Ayano: Midori, you go cause a distraction!
Midori: Right!
[later]
Midori: [throwing raisins around] Raisins! Raisins! They used to be grapes!
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Midori: I'm the smartest, most skilled student in Akademi.
Ayano: Are you stuck in that candy machine?
Midori: I paid for my Rolos, I'm getting my Rolos!
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Ryuto: Midori has no survival or self-preservation instincts. I think he was made without them.
Pippi: That can't be true--
Ryuto: Hey Midori! Race you downstairs!
Midori: [jumps out the window]
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Midori: Can I ask you an important question?
Mai: Of course, what is it?
Midori: Do bees have eyelashes?
Mai:
Midori:
Mai: [pulls out his phone and opens Google]
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Midori: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!
Midori: [sprays hairspray into her mouth]
Midori: Well, right off the bat, I can tell you this one isn't very good.
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Midori: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.
Gema: She turned it off and on again.
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Midori: Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. Tonight. Imma fight. Till we see the sunlight. Tik Tok. On the clock. But the party don't stop.
Ayano, in the next room: Please behave like an adult for once.
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Osoro: I am gonna take you out.
Midori: Great! It's a date then!
Osoro: I MEANT THAT AS A THREAT--
Midori: See you at 6!
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Some random stuff with random characters
Efude: Look how cute these pens are!
Mai: That's gay, Efude.
Efude:
Efude: Mai, we have been dating-
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Riku: Is anyone else scared?
Kokona: Not really. I've already lived longer than I expected.
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Yaku: Hey, Homu! Wanna hear a chemistry joke?
Homu: ...
Yaku: ...Is that a no?
Homu: Sorry. Were you expecting a reaction?
Yaku:
Yaku: [starts to cry]
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Kaga: Just wanted to make sure my favorite hot mess is still alive. I don't need words, just a response of any sort. Okay, hope you're living!
Geiju: [GARBLED SCREAMING]
Kaga: That's sufficient!
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Budo: I sent good vibes your way. They're coming. There is nothing you can do to stop them.
Shin: ...That's the most threatening way I have ever been cheered up.
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Sumire: We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare.
Sakura: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.
Sumire: Not when you're playing with Meka, it's not. She puts words like "ephemeral". I put "dog".
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Kokona: Please turn on the lights.
Riku: I don't have to. You're the only light I need in my life.
Kokona: That's very sweet.
Kokona: But I can't see.
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Ryoba: [on the phone] Just snap his kneecaps and he'll talk. I'm at a parent-teacher conference.
Ryoba: Anyway, so Ayano is enjoying her visual art classes? That's great.
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Shoku: I've never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kinda indescribable, actually. I felt like I was floating.
Shoku: Turns out, there wasn't any pot in the brownie. It was just a really good brownie.
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Umeji: Here's a fun Christmas idea. Hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else's under it.
Unagi: No, we're not doing that--
Umeji: Someone's halls are getting DECKED!
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Juku: I'll have you know that I can bench press over six million and ninety-two nanograms.
Mina: Juku, that's less than two pounds.
Juku: It sounded better the way I said it.
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Borupen: You have eye bags.
Supana: They're Gucci.
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Riku: So I hear you like bad boys.
Kokona: Not really.
Riku: Oh, thank god.
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Horo: I have a science headcanon.
Meka: Can't you just say "hypothesis" like a normal person?
Horo: So my science headcanon is...
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Supana: Sure, I don't get a healthy amount of sleep like SOME people.
Supana: But can they do THIS?!
Supana: [stands up and immediately blacks out]
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Yeah that's it.
I can't tell you any sources because I found them randomly on Tumblr.
I hope you enjoyed it!
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Don moves on from talking about Sav to letting Constant know that Sav is a lying liar who lies and that DON wanted to raise Constant back when the Hartholms were murdered, but that Sav INSISTED on doing so himself back at their old home and the then-still-living Queen wanted to respect Sav’s choice on his own family.
Constant, of course, knew none of this. And he is astounded that Don wanted him by his side at court, to take care of and to raise into a good lord of Hartholm. He doesn’t seem to doubt that Don cares about him, he went to Don looking for comfort and seemingly confident he’d get it. But Constant feels like a burden on those who love him, he feels neglected by those who love him, and hearing that there is someone who WANTED to take him on as a responsibility and has stood back out of respect for Sav is such a worldview change for him.
Don, of course, extends this offer to Constant himself now. He treats Constant as the adult he will soon become, not the child he is swiftly growing out of being.
Constant has some reservations, namely about Daine and Numair. Don tells Constant that Numair is free to come teach Constant in the palace (blissfully unaware that what Numair is teaching Constant is MAGIC) and that Daine has always had a place at the palace, but she’s never chosen to take him up on it. Regardless, he believes that even if Daine doesn’t choose to LIVE at the palace, that she would come to visit Constant if he were there.
Don is learning how to use his position to provide for the people he cares about. Unfortunately, most of the people he cares about either don’t want what he’s providing or aren’t in a position to accept it.
This is one of the few times we see Don sort-of... acting a little more like Sav. He firmly believes Constant will have a better life at the palace and is determined to be able to plead his case to Constant directly. He’s turned away at Hartholm earlier and then stymied by Constant falling off a roof and dying and Sav sending him away later. And it doesn’t seem as though it’s the first time he’s tried this. It’s clearly not the first time he’s attempted it with Daine.
For all that he says he’s going to leave Daine to her bad choices, his wording implies he’s made multiple attempts to convince her to live with him in the palace.
Sav FIGHTS for the people he loves, whether they want him to or not, because that’s... all he knows how to do, it’s how he knows to express love.
Don PROVIDES for the people he loves, whatever that may be in the moment. For Constant, right now, it’s comfort, some advice, and this offer to start taking part in more adult things. He catches on SO QUICKLY that what Constant needs is to be treated like an adult, to be given the OPTION to act like an adult and take on adult responsibilities. He doesn’t tell Constant what to do the way Sav might or Daine might, but he lays out what he has to offer and why he believes it’s the right choice and then lets Constant think on it, no pressure.
It’s probably the sweetest scene we’ve seen him have, since his moment with Constant over Pippy the sea eagle got interrupted and his scene with Daine was fraught with tension.
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