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[00] Valuable Addition.

Summary: You wouldn’t say you’re in debt, but the dwindling money in your bank account is looking that way. Oh yeah, and a man in a suit won’t stop bothering you about playing a stupid child’s game.

— warnings: usual squid game behaviour, female reader

platonic squid game x reader, side romantic moments but it’s for the plot

[ 12TH, MONDAY, 08:47 ]

The subway station is busy. Businessmen, students and elderly passer-bys push past and shove into you as you stand clueless next to one of the big subway posters. Despite living in Seoul for so long, you barely know your way around and you’re at mercy to the beehive system. And it takes no prisoners.

You’ve been trying for the last 10 minutes to get the attention of anyone, but each person either ignores you or runs on to grab their train, but with each train passing your anxiety grows. It feels as if time has stopped around you as the vibrant chatter of people around you turns into mumbles and whispers as you attempt to understand the subway line. Even as you trace what you think is the blue line, it eventually turns into purple and now you’re on the other side of town!

With a heavy sigh, you turn to face the crowd once more. The crowd had thinned out in the last 10 minutes of your lone confusion and with a quick glance at your phone you see that it’s quickly approaching 9am.

It’s now or never.

“Excuse me, sir!” You tap the shoulder of the nearest well-dressed businessman. The man, seemingly in his 30s or early 40s turns and flashes you a charming smile. He dons a freshly pressed, steel grey suit made of soft, rich fabric. From a quick glance, you can tell the suit is made of expensive material as you spot tiny workings of the logo within the fabric itself. You feel as if you're staining the suit by touching it.

I just had to ask the good-looking one.

“May I help you?” He asks, using his free hand to smooth down his already wrinkle-free suit. His smile drops over time, yet he makes an effort to make it appear that it meets his eyes. Though, working in hospitality makes it easy to spot a false smile.

“I am sorry to bother you, but can you tell me which train takes me to Hannam-Dong?” You glance down at your phone. Foolishly, you forgot to check which train took you in the direction of the job interview you had scheduled today for a big company which would pretty much pay off the majority of your tuition fees in one wage. You practically burst into tears when the conductor told you that you purchased a ticket for the wrong line. The image of the money decreasing from your bank account due to a stupid purchase made you want to scream.

“Are there no ticket inspectors?” He hums, looking around. He looks around and almost comically turns in a circle before sighing. As if you couldn’t feel stupid enough for thinking you had to use a different line, the man in front of you had to make a theatrical out of it.

“I think it is this line.” He motions at the platform on the other side with the hand holding his expensive looking briefcase. You watch as it swings, seemingly empty.

“Thank you, sir!” You bow your head and smile, taking off before you finish the sentence. Soon enough you’re lost in the crowd again and hopefully not too late for the train.

[ 13TH, TUESDAY, 08:29 ]

Stupid nepotism. Yesterday, you arrived at the interview 10 minutes early despite the subway fiasco but you were informed that the role was filled that morning by an “experienced candidate who met the needs of the role”. Do you want to know who the candidate is? The CEOs nephew who just left high school and took a business class.

Now what? You’re at the same subway station waiting on the train to take you to your part-time cafe job 10 minutes away. Usually, you would walk it seeing as you don’t really like throwing away ₩1500 on a ticket that takes you 6 stops away but the torrential rain outside and your cheap umbrella were blocking you from walking 15 minutes.

The ticket crumbles in your hand as you fiddle with the flimsy paper. Maybe this was God’s sick way of telling you that you’re too ahead of yourself or that you’re destined to continue spending money that you don’t have. You trace over the price stamp, thinking over what you could’ve spent the money on.

Maybe a shitty cup of ramen?

“May I sit here?” A smooth voice breaks you from your trance. You glance up, straightening your posture. It’s the man from yesterday, gleaming down at you with the same formal smile. Again, it doesn’t reach his eyes yet you nod, shuffling to the right to allow him space on the bench.

“How was your interview?” He asks casually as he sets his briefcase beside him. He turns his back to you as he traces the cool metal edges of the case, popping it open with ease.

You gape, “How did you know I was going to an interview?”

“Well, you were dressed well and now you are in an apron. I assume you don’t go everywhere in a formal blazer.” He cracks open the briefcase as he casually explains. He’s weirdly observant, but his comment on the apron makes you glance down. Each wrinkle and subtle stain becomes more noticeable, but reminds you of each gruelling hour you put into the place. Each penny earned.

You can’t help but get lost in thought, barely processing as thick blue and red folded paper is passed into your eye-line.

“I am assuming you’re a café worker… That can’t pay much, no?” He motions at the cafe’s coffee bean logo on your black shirt. You nod, still dumbfounded by the paper squares.

His stare is so intense it leaves you a bit flustered so you naturally let out a nervous laugh, swapping your attention to the time on your phone. 10 minutes until your train...

“Um, no, I suppose not.” You reply, albeit awkwardly. He hums, satisfied with your late and short answer. Oddly, this is not one of the weirder conversations you’ve had at the subway station.

He shifts so that he’s facing you, “Let’s play a game, you know Ddakji, right?”

You glance between the paper and his face. He looks so sincere, but you can’t read his eyes. They’re deep, black almost and oddly… mischevious for a middle aged man. Honestly it’s quite disturbing.

“Each round you win, you’ll get ₩100,000. How about that?” The expression on your face coaxed him to continue. Perhaps you looked just as perplexed as you feel.

“Who are—“

“If I win, you pay with your body.”

… Is this man fucking crazy? You want to just leave the station but at the same time you’re so intrigued by what the fuck this man wants. Surely he has better things to do? Was he carrying the ddakji with him yesterday too?

The way he sits still as if he’s a mannequin is also quite disturbing. It’s as if he’s giving you time to process the question but you’re not debating the game, you’re debating just running out in the pouring rain.

“Well?”

“Railway line through Cheongpa-Dong is now boarding. Please board.”

You stand quickly, jolting the businessman with your speed.

“My train is here. Bye.”

[ 13TH, TUESDAY, 22:09 ]

The whole day the scenario played through your head. You were so caught up in thought that you burned yourself with the steamer and spent 10 minutes in the office running your hand until cool water. Even then, your mind wandered back.

It’s just so odd. You’ve never seen him before but now twice you’ve spoken to him. Has he always been there and it’s just more obvious now? Does he offer everyone this game? Is he following you? Does he know where you work?

You barely knew the time. Each drink passed by in seconds and each customer morphed into each other. Every time a man entered the shop in a suit, your heart pumped ferociously.

You can’t tell if you’re terrified of him or excited for the interaction. Maybe he’s just a fucking weirdo who walks around with ddakji in hopes of getting to slap people.

Plus, you could do with the money. Even if you win just one round, it could pay for your phone bill or electric meter.

The walk home isn’t exactly easy either. It’s dark and each corner turned, you’re expecting to see him waiting under a streetlight for you holding those red and blue squares.

“If I win, you pay with your body.”

Unbothered, he extends the squares towards you. It feels as if you’re sucked out of your body as you stare at him. Time slows and no one else is there. Did he just ask you to sleep with him? What in the world could that mean? Is this man a trafficker and he has his eyes set on you? The questions flurry through your brain in a span of mere seconds, yet you still feel the cool air pass over your skin as the train rails in beside you. Your hair falls into your eyesight as you gape at him.

“Well?” He motions towards the cards.

What in the fucking world.

[ 16TH, FRIDAY, 22:35 ]

The pile of unread emails grows in your inbox. Failure to attend lectures, the price increasing of your off campus housing, monthly payments that leave you with just under ₩145,000 to survive for a month. It’s unbearable. You’ve gotten used to the growl in your stomach and the lightheadedness that comes with the fatigue of hunger. Missing night outs with your friends, walking long distances until your feet ached and slaving away at work for nasty people while your eyes threatened to close. It’s all becoming a bit much, especially as your final year in University comes to a close.

The burn on your hand doesn’t help either. It’s right between the juncture of your thumb and index finger on your right hand and it aches when any sort of warmth meets it. You can’t afford to throw away money on soothing gels at the moment, so you bear with the pain. It’s already been a few days, so hopefully it disappears soon. You hope anyway.

Walking home in the dark used to scare you but as needs be, you’ve gotten used to it. Work looms over your head as your feet trudge through fallen leaves and debris kicked up by bikes and feet. The walk from work to home isn’t too bad, the area can be sketchy at times but you’ve learned to keep your head straight, don’t make eye contact and keep a hand on the box cutter you keep in your right side coat pocket.

Luckily, you’ve come across most of the same people. An older man always passes by, seemingly walking home from work and always flashes you a smile. A few students usually run by too and the occasional office worker. Most times however, it’s quiet.

Unlike tonight.

Faint sounds of slapping, cheering and grunting bounce off the walls of the buildings surrounding the dark streets. You can’t tell where it’s coming from, who it’s coming from or why but you prefer to keep it that way, but as you grow closer to a dimly lit side street, the noises become louder.

You sigh, hand grasping the box cutter. Your thumb presses onto the button, holding it steady in case you need to use it.

Keep your head straight, [y/n]. This doesn’t involve you.

You can’t help but flicker your eyes to your left as you walk past. A man lies cowering on the ground as he grasps his face with his hands. He’s whimpering, blabbing something to the taller, well-dressed man that hovers above him.

Is that the man from the subway station?

You quicken your pace. Your feet fall over each other as you attempt to walk away as naturally as possible, but you accidentally kick up some rocks as you scatter past. The suited man turns, casting his eyes on you. The pit in your stomach grows as you continue walking with urgency, daring not to look anyway but forward.

I am so fucked!

[ 22ND, THURSDAY, 12:09 ]

“Long-time, no see.” A shadow casts over your figure, effectively blocking your view of your phone screen. You glance up at the man that is effectively disturbing one of the only peaceful moments you’ve had lately.

He’s dressed in a black variant of the steel grey suit you saw the past couple times of meeting him, but he still carried the same stupid suitcase. You sigh, swiping your music app closed and locking your phone with a click as you use a hand to cover your eyes.

Always with the same fake smile.

“I don’t want to play your game, sir.” You try to reject as kindly as possible, but you’re kind of freaked out that he found you once more. He looks slightly disheveled, as if he’s been toying with his hair or the heat today had worn him down. Weirdly, he looks more human, though little emotion lingers behind his eyes.

“That’s unfortunate. I brought it with me.” He lifts his suitcase higher into view. You frown, glancing around at other patrons. You take the time to unplug your earphones from your ears as he seems to ground his feet into the pavement before you.

He’s hard to get rid of.

“You bring it everywhere with you.” You reply, a bit more harsh than you’d want to but he seems amused by it. Suddenly, the image of him hovering over the cowering man flashes in your head.

Don’t piss him off.

You grasp your iced coffee, ignoring how the condensation soaks your hand. The subtle clinking of the ice works to calm you down as your heart begins to race at the thought of being in the position of the cowering man.

“How did you—“

“Bread or lottery?”

You blink.

“What?”

He shakes his hands, “Bread or lottery?”

“I don’t want to choose.” He seems to hold back something as he sighs.

“No matter what you choose, nothing will happen.” He assures you.

He is determined.

“I won’t have to ‘pay with my body’?” You reiterate what he said at the station. He cocks a brow, but nods nonetheless. It’s odd, it’s the most emotion he’s ever shown and it’s because you threw his words back at him.

You don’t quite fancy the idea of taking food off of him, despite its packaging being intact, so you motion for the lottery ticket silently. He hands you it quickly, fetching a spare penny from his blazer pocket. His hand lingers on your own as he passes you the coin, causing you to stare at him. His lips curl at the corners and you feel as if you just fell into a trap.

“Go ahead.” He almost sings, shuffling to stand over you.

The weight of the coin in your hand is replaced by a ton of bricks. Since when do scratch cards look so intimidating?

The lapels of the salesman’s blazer graze against your back as he stares at the blue sheet with you. You’re effectively caged against the bench that you're sitting at as he extends over your left shoulder and rests against the table.

A shaky exhale passes your lips as you stare at the sheet. The coin shakes in your hold as you begin to scratch, revealing a seven.

“Just three sevens, easy, right?” He chimes in, leaning closer to your face. The smell of his clean, fresh and most likely expensive fragrance wafts past your nose, reminding you just how close he is.

Each scratch feels like it’s taking a lifetime to reveal, but you eventually reach a second seven. You dare to glance to your left, marvelling at how close he is. You can see each fine detail across this enigma of a man’s face. In the short few seconds, you notice his asymmetrical eyes, the whisper of facial hair around his mouth and the dark excitement lingering within his eyes.

Eventually, you scratch away the last box.

“Congratulations, Miss.” The salesman hums, as he stands back straight. The hand he used to rest against the table slips up your arm to press firmly against your shoulder.

You’re astonished. I won? Seriously?

“No way.” You whisper, staring at the sheet. ₩500,000! It’s not the largest amount offered in the lottery but it’s a damn good amount for you. You can pay off a bit more of your loans and maybe afford a half-decent meal tonight.

You barely take notice as the suited man lifts his briefcase once more, and turns to look back at the park. The homeless people he once targeted are still filing through the bread he stomped on and destroyed, bar the one he left over for you. He grasps it in his hands, mulling over his options.

“Excuse me!” He yells out, tossing the bread in the air and catching it. The small crowd of people scattered around the pile of bread and some passer-by’s stop.

You gape, staring at his back.

“You can thank this young lady here for the bread!” He tosses the bread into the pile of people with a sharp throw. You watch as the homeless crowd revenge against each other, shouting and yelling their demands for the food.

You stand from the table, slipping the winning sheet in your handbag and grasping your mostly melted coffee.

I should cash in and go home.

“Hey, did she win?” A gruff voice yells out. You freeze, staring at the businessman. Anyone with any sort of wit would say no, right?

“Of course.” He smiles, standing to the side so the crowd peeps a better view at you.

He’s just fed you to a pack of very hungry wolves.

You want to say something, but the sight of about 10 people suddenly rushing towards you causes the words to die in your throat. You clutch your bag strap and almost drop your coffee as you scramble over the bench you were sitting on.

However, a barrier is formed before you. The crowd stops, staring at the swinging briefcase that blocks their path to you.

“Hey! We deserve that money!”

“You deserve nothing.” The salesman spits back. The disheveled man looks astonished, glancing between you and your new bodyguard.

“You got your card and she got hers. Play fair, weren’t you taught that in school?”

The homeless man is visibly rattled, mumbling and spewing out insults.

“I am not the one who made that decision. You are the one who threw it away!” He shouts. Suddenly, he steps forward and swings his case out, causing the crowd to fall back. Some fall over themselves and create a domino for the ones at the front.

As he revels in the chaos he creates, he misses how you slip away into the crowd.

[ 25TH, SUNDAY, 10:57 ]

“Miss, I understand you are a student but I am also a landlord, I can only wait so long without payment.” Your landlady frowns as she stands outside your door. You scramble around, picking up the last remaining notes you earned from the lottery ticket.

“I am sorry, Mrs. Kwon! Please, take this ₩300,000 I have. I promise I will get you the rest on Friday! I get paid then!” You plead, passing the money into the woman’s hands. She’s quite frazzled, pulling back her hands as you grab them to slot the notes into. Usually, the money would come out of your bank account but you locked your card as you can’t afford for her to take the last of your money.

She splutters, backing up as the money falls to her feet. You scramble to pick up the notes.

“Miss, your rent is ₩900,000 a month. You missed out a part of last month too! Where did you get this money from?” She quizzes, watching as you recount your notes. She wasn’t wrong, you were short about ₩250,000 last month and you were damn lucky she let you off on it.

“I understand, please take this to cover some of the money I missed out on.” She takes the money, sighing as she flicks the notes between her fingers and passes you back ₩150,000. You try to refuse but she uses your previous tactic on yourself.

“Take this. Listen, my granddaughter is in a place like you so I understand, but you cannot keep living like this. What happened to your last job interview? You told me you would never be short on money again!”

Your gaze drops to the floor at this point. Again, you’re forced to remember how the opportunity was practically ripped from your hands before you had a chance to even try.

“He gave it to his nephew.” You reply.

Mrs. Kwon sighs, glancing at the other tenants' doors. None of the neighbours ever cause her as much trouble as you do, yet she finds it hard to evict you. Even now, you look like her granddaughter, defeated and at the mercy of the world.

“Just pay me what you can on Friday. I will give you until your graduation to sort this out, okay?” You nod, thanking her profusely.

Maybe I should play that game of ddakji…

[ 1ST, SATURDAY, 14:26 ]

“Are you crazy? Some man keeps asking you to play ddakji and you’re going to say yes?” Your coworker pales as he finishes mixing up some drinks. You nod, glancing back out at the glass doors. The café is quiet today despite the few regulars, so you find yourself able to fall into conversation with him quite easily.

“Ddakji?” Your other coworker, Junhee, pops her head out from the kitchen. You nod, expecting the same reaction from her but it never comes.

“I’m good at that. Try to hit it with the folded part down.” She smiles, popping back in.

“Hey! Why would you tell her to do that?” Yunho scolds, passing the drinks to the collection station. You can’t help but laugh as you round the corner to pass the cups to the customers. They are used to the usual bickering behind the counter so they pay no mind as the two talk back and forth. Most of your customers are students anyway, so they don’t care much as long as the drinks and food taste nice.

The fight continues into the night, even as Yunho is locking up and watching the shutters fall.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride home?” He offers, but both you and Junhee decline. Yunho is nice, almost a bit too nice so you don’t want to feel like you’re taking advantage of him.

“Me and [y/n] will walk home together. Thank you, though.” Junhee answers. Truthfully, she doesn’t live far from you but she is closer to the café than you are. You know she’s struggling a bit with rent too and you’ve both discussed the possibility of moving in together, but she is having trouble with her boyfriend so you don’t want to pry and become the main reason she leaves him. She hasn’t told you much but it is financial and she fears she may be pregnant.

As you fall into pace together, Junhee begins to wring her hands nervously. You know she’s holding out on telling you something as it’s the same thing she did before she told you what Myunggi did.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, glancing at her shorter fame. Despite her hair hanging over her eyes, you can see the worry spread across her face,

“Listen, [y/n], I played ddakji with the same man.” Junhee stops in her path. You pause. He had played with her?

“The businessman?” You ask, to which she eagerly nods.

You step closer, looking around nervously. “Did you pay with your body?”

“Yes. He slapped me.”

“He what?”

Junhee throws her head back, “I won every time, but the last round I missed. He slaps you if you fail to flip the ddakji!”

As concerned as you should be, it feels as if a lightbulb blinks above your head.

“So what you’re saying is that I just have to be good at ddakji?”

“What I’m saying is to be careful! He gave me this card too…” She fumbles in her bag, pulling out a cream card with a circle, square and triangle printed onto it. She flips it, displaying an address.

“He said to go there in 3 days. He didn’t really explain it much but he said there were still some spots open.”

[ 3RD, MONDAY, 23:07 ]

“I can’t believe my eyes.” He muses, “I almost think you’ve been looking for me.”

“And what if I was?” Defiantly, you meet his dark gaze. As long as Junhee was telling the truth and he was only going to slap you, it would be easy. It’s not like he’s going to knock your tooth out.

Hopefully.

“Give me the blue one.” You hold your right hand out, requesting the brightly coloured square. He fumbles with his suitcase as he attempts to not look as excited as he is.

He sets the red square face down onto the pavement. Yes, pavement. You caught the fucker as he was stalking down the back alleys near your house as he was probably on his way to find another player.

“You know, you’re one of the first to ask me to play.” He hums, watching as you steady your two feet. Truthfully, you never played ddakji but the guise of the game was nothing too hard to grasp. Plus, you practised a little in your house.

“Try to hit with the folded part down.”

Junhee’s word echo throughout your head as you fling the card down with a bit of force. As told, the red square flips round.

“You’re good. Here you go.” The businessman passes you ₩100,000., the first of the night.

[ 3RD, MONDAY, 23:18 ]

“Alright, last round. You have almost emptied me out.” He motions to his discarded case. The last ₩100,000 sits pretty, almost beaconing you to take it straight from its place. But, you must play fair right? Even the businessman thinks so as you remember back at the park when he fed you to the crowd and saved you at the same time.

“I’m starting to think you’re a lucky charm for me.” You laugh, taking the blue square from his hand. Since he showed up, you’ve started to notice a stronger cash flow and hopefully the card he’s bound to give you continues the lucky streak.

But, instead of laughing or seeming amused, he flashes you a sinister smirk. You stare as he fixes himself. He had long abandoned his blazer, instead opting to roll his sleeves up and really give the game his all seeing as you had won 5 rounds. You have to admit, his disheveled state wasn’t the worst sight to look at.

“I think I’m quite the opposite.” He replies, hands smoothing down his waistcoat. You try to shake off his reply as he’s most likely trying to throw you off your game.

Maybe I shouldn’t be playing ddakji in a dark alleyway with him. Alone. At 11pm.

Tearing your gaze away, you return to the form that has won you five rounds. Steady feet, steady arms and steady breathing aided you in your last rounds and it’s almost as if it’s become second nature to you.

The square leaves your hands in a flash and you don’t bother to look as you stand proudly. A large thwack jumps off of the brick walls surrounding you both as you stare at him with nothing but pride on your face.

But…

Why is he coming at me?

Within a flash, the man’s left arm swings into your peripheral and you squawk as you jump back, throwing your arms out to push him away. Your eyes clench closed as your heartbeat thumps so loudly, it sounds as if there’s drums in your ears.

“You dodged me. That’s not fair.” You stare incredulously. The speed at which he swung at you would’ve landed you on your ass in a second flat. Junhee never told you that. With a dumbfounded expression, you look to the ground.

I missed.

“You tried to punch me. What the fuck?” You scatter, grasping your bag from the ground. You don’t need that damn card, what the fuck was Junhee on about? Is she crazy? Why is she going to that place tomorrow?

“I told you. If you lose, you pay with your body.” He explains casually, as if he didn’t just try to send you to the e.r. “Plus, I was going to slap you.”

“You would’ve knocked my fucking tooth out!”

“It was your choice to play, now stand still for me.”

You step back as he steps forward. Like Hell you’re letting him lay his hands on you.

“I don’t like people who don’t play fair. Please don’t make me hate you after we had so much fun.” He stresses, caging you against the brick wall. Your eyes flicker around, attempting to find a way to slip out. But, he’s read your mind, kicking a nearby bin over on its side.

“I never agreed to you hurting me.” You retaliate, flinching as he brings his right hand to your left cheek. Your eyes clench once again, but the delicate touch of his hand makes you gasp.

What is he doing? Is he seriously caressing my cheek?

The dim light from the nearby street lamps cast a soft light across his features, softening his appearance. If you weren’t so goddamn scared for your life and it was a man 20 years younger, maybe you wouldn’t mind this.

This is a textbook murder. What the fuck have I done?

He sighs, his fingerprints tracing a light pattern across your cheek. Each touch tingles, reminding you of where he’s touched. It’s similar to how your ex boyfriends would hold and touch you. It’s wrong, so wrong.

How can I think of Haejo right now!?

But, that’s until he gets rougher. Soon, he’s manhandling your face, using his thumb and fingers to hold your face in place by your chin. You spew complaints, twisting your body and using your hands to attempt to push him away.

“Didn’t anyone tell you to not talk to strange men on the street?” He sneers, disliking how you’re gradually dislodging yourself from his grasp. You ignore him, focusing on punching, shoving and kicking. You’re so distracted you don’t notice how his hand drops from your chin until it hits you.

He hits you.

You’re yelping, falling and scraping against the brick wall as tears cloud your vision. You’re crumbling, falling into yourself as you cry fat tears. Your ears are ringing and your face feels hot to the touch.

I’m reporting this fucker to the police.

“Fuck you!” You shout, looking up at his figure. Suddenly, you are the man you saw a few weeks ago. He stands unwavering, almost enjoying your crouched form. You can barely see between your tears and clumped lashes and you’re almost one hundred percent sure your mascara has streaked across your eyes, but you don’t care. You’re so fucking angry and scared, you’re shaking as you look at him.

“You agreed to play.” He’s right, but so obnoxious about it. He crouches to meet your form, staring at you as if you’re nothing but a scrawny child or animal. You might as well be.

Suddenly, he flicks a card between his index and middle finger, dropping it into your lap. It clatters and lands on the dirty ground, but you recognise the shapes Junhee told you about.

“Go to the address tomorrow. You’ll be the most valuable addition yet.”

With that, he leaves.

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cerealboxlore · 10 months ago

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Kindergarten Hero (idea ramble)

After re-watching Kindergarten Cop, I got to thinking that a similar scenario would fit Captain Marvel. Hear me out. As the beloved and iconic hero to Fawcett City, he'd go out volunteering all the time just to help out his city in any way he can. Rescuing cats from trees, helping the elderly cross the street, working in soup kitchens, volunteering at animal shelters, you name it, he's there with a great big smile, happy to help. He doesn't have to stop a big bad villain in order to be a hero, as he tells the public that it's the everyday heroes that inspire him to be kind in return. Heroes like first responders, volunteers, etc. Especially, teachers.

I can see Captain Marvel being a common sight at schools for special events to help pass down wisdom to the kids and to have some fun with the citizens he protects on a daily basis. Reading to the third graders, playing basketball with the 7th graders, helping the 12th graders figure out what paths they want to pursue in life and how to apply to colleges (thanks to the wisdom of Solomon for the last one). He gets told that he's a marvel with the kids, and that he'd be an excellent educator. He laughs it off, claiming he could never be as good as the present teachers, but it does linger in his mind just a little.

One day, while stopping by to say hi to some kids during recess at a random school (the patrol was quiet so he'd figured he could waste time this way), Captain Marvel overheard from one of the teachers in charge outside that it's a shame he can't stay longer. The teacher says that one of their kindergarten teachers is out sick, and with a substitute shortage, it's been a struggle to wrangle up the kids without hassle. They all have their hands tied with their own classes enough as it is. Without thinking about it, Captain Marvel says he's happy to volunteer for the position temporarily while they seek a more permanent solution.

Captain Marvel (Billy) thinks this will be easy! Teaching kindergarteners? Psh! He's been through kindergarten before (as Billy), and he's used to helping kids. Of course, teaching is going to be easy, I mean, how hard could it be?

Within the first ten minutes, Captain Marvel wants to admit defeat.

It is not easy to teach. It takes a strength stronger than Hercules to be able to get a classroom of little gremlins to sit down and do their classwork. The man is 6'5ft and the sight of tiny kids running around him is quite a funny sight to the other teachers, who can be heard laughing at him in their classes. Already there's a kid crying, another with glue on their head, and too many of them are trying to eat things that should not be eaten! He never thought he'd have to tell someone not to eat a Lego, but he supposes more impossible things happen whenever he's doing a magical mission.

He's determined not to quit though. If regular teachers can do this every day, then so can he. With the wisdom of Solomon and the stamina of Atlas at his side, Captain Marvel manages to find a way to speak to the littles, and manage the class into respectful students. He teaches the littles to respect their peers and parents, and passes down the importance of being good to the world around them.

He entertains them with lessons from history, the stories from around the world, and how the past can shape the future even centuries later. He gets to show his passion for geology (canon, actually!) to the littles and the science behind it. He even gets to bring in Tawky Tawny for class one day, where Tawny reads to them and they can pet his soft fur.

At the end of his temporary substitute era, Captain Marvel is glad to have that experience. He's grown closer to his city, and learned that Billy would love going back to school after seeing the Captain doing such a good job through his eyes (not back to Kindergarten, of course, ha!).

Anyway, that's me rambling on about Captain Marvel. I had more thoughts about this, but this post is long enough. Maybe next time!

#dc captain marvel #billy batson #shazam #dc comics #writing #late night thoughts #kindergarten cop #This is a silly little idea

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Hallo! I appreciate how much you want to help us learn German! If you could do me a favor, could you share why you love the German language? I was forced to learn it when I was young and because of the teaching methods I was left only with a bad taste and anxiety. I reached proficiency level B2 but it's been years since then. Now that I'm older and want to remember German, I'm afraid I am not able to appreciate it, even though it has lots of cool elements and quirks. It's difficult for me to approach it as a living language and not as preparation for a test. Most of all, I find it hard to re-learn a language when teachers have stripped all the fun and passion from it 🥺 I was hoping you could re-ignite my interest by sharing yours (and perhaps share some generic advice for my sad situation)

Danke schonmal!

Hallo!

I know exactly what you're talking about, as I had that experience with French and Latin. I wish fewer people had experiences like that.

As for why I love German (and why I'm so excited about teaching it), you'll have to get through a long-ish little life story...

I haven't always loved the German language. My sister is 6 years older than me, and when I was around 11, she did a year abroad in Canada. I'd already had English in school for about a year and knowing that I, too, could go to Canada later really pushed me to learn English. That's also when I started to be online more... blablabla... by the time the application process for Canada was in full swing, my English was really good and my dislike for German had grown to a maximum. To 15 year-old me, English was THE language; all the content I liked was in English, all the music, all the books, etc. German was ugly to me, simply because it wasn't English.

Around six months after I returned from Canada, I started 11th grade. In my state in Germany, each student picks 3 subjects that they're going to have 5h/week (the rest only 2 or 3), which will go way more in-depth than their respective "basic" courses and which will be the subjects they write their final written exam (the Abiturprüfung) in at the end of the 12th grade.

I chose History, English and German. History was the odd one out, really, but I loved the teacher. German I'd always been quite good in (except for my use of commas) as I'd loved writing stories as a kid (though of course eventually I stopped writing in German and started writing in English). English was a no-brainer.

Now my German teacher wasn't what changed my mind, in fact she was a bit awful sometimes, though mostly she was fine. My mind wasn't really changing yet, but I did enjoy the class, because I was good in it (we'll ignore the semester where I was unwell and thus sucked ass and miserably failed Goethe). I felt really ready for the final exam and enjoyed the feeling of knowing two books really really well and being able to compare them beyond superficial aspects. German as a school/literary subject made me feel strong.

After highschool, I did a volunteer year at an archive because I was considering studying history and then becoming an archivist. Safe to say I didn't like it all that much, and watching my colleagues sit alone in their (albeit fancy old) rooms, having so little human interaction each day, I scrapped my plans.

Because the archive had little work for me, I spent a lot of my time at my desk learning Dutch. This was the first time that I'd actively learned a language outside of school and was when I first started seeing language learning as an interest of mine.

I also picked Latin back up. I'd had a tyrant of a teacher in my first two years, which led to me not knowing the basics and feeling absolutely awful in every class. Later teachers were better but the damage was already done and it was too much to catch up on and too little of a priority.

With my graduation (or really already with passing the 10th grade), I officially held the "Latinum", a certificate for knowledge of Latin (not at the highest level, but still). I honestly felt inadequate, having this certificate but none of the knowledge it represents. Being more aware of language learning outside of school, I went to my public library and borrowed "Endlich Zeit für Latein" by Hueber, a complete study-at-home book made for adults who'd wanted to learn Latin all their life but never got the chance to. This wasn't me exactly, but it fit the bill and I ended up really loving the book. Declensions suddenly made more sense. I could read a sentence and already know broadly what it was about. Nowadays I even tutor Latin on the side.

At the same time that I was doing the volunteer year, I was tutoring a couple kids in English, German and Maths of all things, which I hadn't been particularly good at for most of my school career, but I suppose that gave me a knack for explaining it.

Over the year, I got so frustrated with math teachers, through second-hand accounts of their words and actions, to be fair, but also thinking back to my own, and to the one that made it all better in the end; so frustrated that eventually I decided to study Maths and English B.Ed. and try and do a better job.

Sometime before I started uni, I started being interesting in etymologies. At first it was mainly idioms (whose etymology can be hard to figure out, unfortunately), but knowing multiple languages really lends itself to seeing connections, so I started wondering about German more overall. There were also some German musicians whose music I liked. Maybe German wasn't inherently awful?

With endless amounts of time, I know I could've managed maths, but it was too much work studying, leaving too little time for life and giving too little security to pass exams (in numbers: out of four exams I passed not a single one).

So, after a semester I decided to drop maths, and because I couldn't find a subject to replace it (one, that I was good in and that I would want to study for five years and then teach for the rest of my life), I decided to give up a B.Ed. altogether. I had considered doing Anglistik & Germanistik for the B.Ed., but man, I couldn't get excited about learning Middle High German or reading loads of German literature - it's just not what I cared about. If anything, I cared about words and what they mean, and how they connect to make meaning, and how to learn them (!), as I've actively been learning other languages for 8 years, including on my own for 2 years.

I looked through the list of all degrees offered at my uni; something in the humanities, that was all I knew. I stumbled across linguistics but that seemed to general to me. Then I found German Second Language Acquisition (DaZ) (Teaching German to non-natives who live in a German speaking country). It included German linguistics, as well as a boatload of didactics (which you don't really get in the B.Ed., annoyingly). For a couple weeks I hesitated, they I signed up for it, keeping English as my minor.

Usually, once I decide something, I get really excited for it. And I was really excited for German SLA. In the first semester I had german linguistics seminars with the Germanistik students, and I loved it. I really enjoyed learning all the rules I didn't know existed. Syllables and the sonority hierarchy, syntax patterns, morphology, ...

I'd always seen mistakes everywhere: in the academic writing style of my fiance, in the signs outside a store, ... Now, I saw rules that were broken. Not like a judge confronted with a defendant, not asking for retribution for language crimes. But where a rule was broken, a rule was possible to follow. It stopped being "That's wrong. It should be xyz", and it started being "Oh, that doesn't adhere to V2-position, that's why it sounds wrong to me." I was able to articulate what rule was broken and, if asked, could explain how to follow it.

Almost more importantly than that, my professors are hell-bent on teaching everyone in their seminars to see progress. We're a small group of students for our major, so usually there's 8 of us and 15 others, studying Germanistik, another languages or any B.Ed.

Something that comes up early on in every course is listening to or reading an output example, sometimes by non-natives, sometimes by native toddlers. We hear/read the sample and then get asked for what we noticed. Inevitably, hands go up talking about case mistakes, gender mistakes, syntax mistakes, et cetera. "Okay, but what did they do right?" is usually the next question and it usually stumps students.

It's really easy to see what's wrong but it can be quite hard to be specific about what's right.

A step further, not all mistakes are equal. "Die Hase" for example, is a gender mistake, it should be "Der Hase", but Hase is one of the exceptions to the rule that words ending in -e are feminine more often than not (die Hose, die Tasche, die Liebe, die Sache, ...; some exceptions: der Junge, der Hase, der Löwe); the two words alone don't tell us much, but with context we might see that the speaker has acquired the rule and has simply not learned the exception. And that is much more helpful and reassuring information than "that's wrong. it's DER Hase".

I like rules, I like not having to guess, but I also like flexibility. German provides both. Why do we have cases? To allow word order to be flexible. Why do we have gender? To make references clearer. And so on.

German is not inherently more beautiful or more ugly than any other language. I was wrong when I was 14. You're wrong about a lot of things at 14.

Nowadays, German is beautiful to me. Curiously, German mistakes are beautiful to me. They're not an error in the void, they belong to someone's interlanguage, their not-yet-fully-fleshed-out understanding of German. Isn't seeing that so personal? Intimate, even? This is how you understand my mother tongue to work.

I don't get many asks here, but when I do, they're often questions about German language things I would have never ever wondered about because I haven't noticed them, because it flows out of me, I don't have to wonder. For a while I didn't want to think about German, not even in it. Now I get to do both, and I revel in it. And English and German can co-exist, as friends, part-time lovers.

I don't think we get to chose what we find beautiful but I also don't think you need to find German beautiful to have at it again. I didn't find Latin beautiful, had never liked it, associated it with worry, fear, and guilt. But by myself, with a textbook that started at zero, that could never yell or be disappointed - it was easy, calm.

Some generic advice for you:

@make German be alive to you:

There's so much German YouTube, Netflix, Music, etc. out there for the taking. German exists in more people's real life than there are tests to prepare for. I know you already know this.

Try immersion, there's probably not been a lot of that in your class.

Consider the communicative aspect of language learning. Learn what you'd want to talk/write about. Don't bother with weather terminology if you don't care to talk about it. Bother with beetle terminology if that excites you.

If you remember the teaching methods you hated/that made you feel bad: don't use them. There's always alternatives. Roads, Rome ... you know the rest.

Surround yourself with kind, excited people who see progress and not only mistakes. Find what excites you. Take your time.

I suppose this goes for most things in life.

#this turned out WAY longer than i anticipated #was nice to think about where i came from though #i hope there's something helpful in there #if only companionship through rough language classes #starting again is worth it for sure #if only to know one has tried again and still didn't have fun #german #deutsch #langblr #learning german #language learning #german language #deutsch lernen #german learning #language #ask

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justwinginglife · 6 months ago

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To Be Touched By You

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Twelve December 12th: Kyo Sohma, Rank 14 Anime: Fruits Basket Event Masterlist

@totallybakedcake, correct character guess but incorrect placing lol I am kinda lowkey ashamed that Kyo is down much farther than you thought he'd be. Poor guy. He used to be number one. Oof. I'm sorry, Kyo, I still love you: this one's for you.

More than being unable to be touched by girls, Kyo disliked being touched by girls. In fact, he disliked being touched by anyone. But damn it, he wanted to touch you.

He’d noticed how kind you were, how thoughtful you were, how loyal you were, how funny you were, and he loved you for it all, but lately, more than anything, he’d begun to notice just how touch shy you were.

You could hold a conversation with him for hours, but the second he picked up your pencil for you, the minute he nudged you with his elbow, the moment he plucked a stray petal from your hair, you were a sputtering mess of a girl and it turned him into a lovestruck mess of a boy. And he fell for you more and more with each passing second.

“Kyoooo!”

He heard your voice calling out to him from the end of the hallway, drawing the attention of each and every passerby, and he shook his head, smiling to himself, as he waited for you to inevitably catch up to him. Sure, you were touch shy, but you weren’t shy any other time. He found it amusing and incredibly adorable.

“You said you’d wait for me!” You exclaimed, nearly out of breath after weaving in and out of the waves of students pouring out of their classes to catch up to him.

“I didn’t say I’d wait in here, it’s too crowded. I was gonna wait by the gate, silly.” He gave you a grin before poking your nose.

Your cheeks immediately flushed and you began to furiously rub at the spot on your nose with a pout forming on your now fuschia face. “Kyooo-” You whined, batting him away. “You better not be lying, because if you weren’t going to wait for me, I would’ve eaten all the ramen WITHOUT you. Then what would you have done?”

Damn, you were adorable. But you had recovered too quickly, he’d have to try a little harder. “Would’ve just ordered something else instead.” He pinched your cheek this time.

“Kyo!”

God, when you said his name…

“Kyo, are you even listening?”

…Like heaven…

“Kyo, you’re the worst! You can’t just go around-” You started to emphatically poke at his arm and his shoulder and his neck, just to see how he liked the random touch aggression. But it backfired on you.

The more you touched him, the deeper your blush, and eventually you found yourself leaning against a nearby wall just to catch your breath.

He brought a fist up to his mouth to muffle his laughter but not before you’d already heard it.

Your head whipped in his direction. “You better not be laughing at me or I’ll kick your butt.” You grumbled, crossing your arms and glaring him down in supposed annoyance. But even you knew that annoyance didn’t feel like goosebumps on your skin and butterflies in your stomach and galloping in your chest. No, annoyance wasn’t why you insisted he walk home with you, and why you insisted he have dinner with you, and why you insisted he study with you. But you were bad at this love thing. More than bad- you were terrible at it.

So, of course, you yanked your arm away every time he bumped into it. Of course, you’d rather risk tripping down the stairs than letting him tie your loose laces. Of course, you’d go into karate chop mode when he tried to fetch a loose crumb from your cheek.

It was like you malfunctioned every time he touched you. And you didn’t understand it in the slightest.

You were always at your most comfortable when you were with him… and yet you were always at your most uncomfortable when you were with him too. What was this ridiculous thing people called love? And why was it working against you?

“Yeah? And how are you gonna kick my butt when you can’t even touch me without gasping for air?” Kyo teased, towering over you in an instant. His hands rested against the wall on either side of your head, effectively trapping you in place. “Hmm…?” He trailed a hand down to capture your chin in between two fingers.

He waited for you to react, waited for that pleasant bit of pink to creep into your cheeks, waited for that doe-eyed gaze to pierce his soul. But, as he waited for your usual -adorable- bumbling and blundering to surface, he never could’ve guessed that this time you’d be so overwhelmed by shock, it’d send tears spilling down your cheeks.

His eyes widened as the drops began to flow.

What had he done??

His first instinct was to reach up and wipe the tears away, but then he realized his touch was the reason you were crying in the first place and he quickly made the split second decision to withdraw, pulling himself off the wall to give you some much needed space.

He waited anxiously as you attempted to compose yourself.

You hadn’t meant to cry. You didn’t want to be crying, you wanted to be able to touch him and withstand his touch. More than withstand it, you wanted to ease into it, relax against it. You wanted to want it, to need it, to crave it, to love it. You didn’t want to be so pathetic and so overwhelmed with emotion that you couldn’t process even a shred of it without bursting into tears. You wanted to reciprocate his emotions. You wanted to touch him. You wanted to try.

You took deep breaths trying to steady your nerves, but with each shaky inhale and exhale, he felt guilt spearing deeper and deeper into his heart. He hadn’t meant to make you upset, he’d only meant to make you a little flustered. He was honored that you were flustered for someone like him. That someone like him could make your pulse race and your cheeks warm. That someone like him could make you look for him in a sea of people. That someone like him could make you smile for him in a sea of people. That someone like him could make you choose him in a sea of people.

But he’d been selfish.

Too wrapped up in all the things you made him feel, all the things he could make you feel, all the things he wanted to make you feel. But how did you actually feel? Would you still want him like this? Would you ever love him like this?

He’d be better, he swore he would.

He’d never touch you again. He’d reply when you wanted him to, laugh when you wanted him to, and never step out of line again.

But then you brought your fingers hovering into the air space between the two of you and his train of thought halted. Your fingers quivered but they were poised for action nonetheless. You were steeling yourself for something, but what was it?

His brows furrowed.

Then, with a sharp inhale, you flicked him in the forehead, exclaiming loudly, “Kyo, you big idiot!”

He blinked in shock. You’d just touched him… on purpose. Then he smiled. You’d just touched him on purpose. God, he was a lucky man. He lowered his head towards you, coming as close as you’d allow him to. “Yeah…you got me, I am a big idiot. And I think you can do better than that. C’mon. Give me a really good one.”

To his surprise, instead of dealing another blow to his forehead, you hesitantly ruffled his hair.

His head shot up at the sensation and the sudden movement made you reflexively yank your hand away.

Before he could stop himself, he’d already let out a whine of disappointment.

Then you were the one giggling into your hand.

“Hey- you better not be laughing at me, or I’ll kick your butt,” He grumbled, looking away shyly as he repeated your earlier words to him.

You laughed again. “Let’s go then, you and me. One on one.” You balled your hand up into a fist, feigning aggression, and then very gently tapped his chest with it. “Your move.”

He chuckled. “Alright, well I won’t go easy on you just cuz you’re a girl.” He lightly karate chopped your head.

“Devastating blow! Will she make it? Oh, wait! It appears she is counter-attacking!” You poked his cheek. Then, before you could help it, you trailed the finger down his cheek to his jaw.

He sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut at the warm and welcome sensation.

You had no breath to hold, you’d been completely and utterly stunned out of your oxygen. You were trembling, but still, you couldn’t stop touching him. You couldn’t stop the way you wanted to touch him. You traced his chin, skimmed the length of his neck, and rested finally on his chest.

And now suddenly he was the shy one.

But he didn’t dare move for fear you’d stop.

“Y-your… your heart is beating.” You swallowed.

He laughed softly. “Yeah… they tend to do that.”

“But like… really fast?”

He cautiously brought his hand up, eyes searching for permission. When you nodded, he rested it on top of yours. “It only does that… when I’m around you.”

You smiled at him and his pulse thundered beneath your fingers. “Funny… mine is the same. Only with you.”

He wondered if you knew that your touch was more than just warmth on his skin, if you knew that your touch lit up even the darkest corners of his heart, if you knew that he had already surrendered his heart to you and only you.

You wondered if he knew that your hearts were the same. That yours only beat for him, that yours only burned for him. That you’d loved him before you ever touched him, and that you’d love him long after. That, one day, you hoped to turn quivering fingers into interlocked fingers, interlocked fingers into interlocked lips, and interlocked lips into intertwined bodies, and until that day came, until you were ready, you hoped he’d wait for you.

But, looking at him now, as he smiled so sincerely, so ecstatically, so endearingly, you thought to yourself that maybe he wouldn’t have to wait too much longer after all. They say time flies with the one you love, and you could already see a lifetime by his side in the amber of his eyes.

Taglist: @pixelcafe-network @ouiouimochi @minasfwoopyponytail @inkytypewriter

#kyo sohma #fruits basket #fruits basket kyo #kyo sohma x reader #sohma boys #han's library #anime fanfic #anime #oneshot

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noridoorman · 2 years ago

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# Nuzi is not a pro-ship, I'm so tired that needs to be repeated #

I went on Twitter for like the first time (what a mistake) and saw again and again people complaining about how Nuzi is a pro-ship, Uzi is just a teen, N is an adult, yadda yadda and it gets so tiring at some point.

one point might be a bit controversial tho oops

"Uzi said herself that she's a teenager!"

Yes, she did. But teens can range from the ages of 13-20. It is a wide spectrum that is thankfully narrowed down by episode 3 when it is revealed that all classmates in her class are around the ages of 18-20. There's nobody younger than 18, meaning that it's highly unlikely that Uzi is 17 and even more unlikely that she's 16. She has to be around the ages of 18-20.

"But Uzi does to highschool, which only teens between the ages of 15-17 go to!"

That is if you assume that the drones only adopted the American school system. However, we've got a drone that only speaks Russian and a manuel for drone parents that is translated in French. In Germany, adults over the age of 18 can visit highschools. Heck, I'm 19 and currently in my 12th year of highschool. I'll be 20 in my final years where my prom will happen too, which, again, indicated that Uzi is older than what everyone assumes.

"How come Uzi is older than 18 if there are parent-teacher conferences?"

Again, my school also has parent-teacher conferences, even for the students that are adults. It's an optional thing and at this point in the story, Khan wanted to somehow reconnect with Uzi again which makes sense that he visits the parent-teacher conference.

"Uzi is shorter than her classmates, indicating that she's younger!"

Short adults exist, I don't need to elaborate further.

"Uzi's mom died shortly after she was made. N was already an adult at that time!"

We've seen through flashbacks from Doll that her parents died while she was a teen/not a pill baby. The same could have happened to Uzi, that Nori died while she was older. Also, N already being an adult is something I wanna unpack in the next argument.

"Uzi at some point asks about her mother, indicating that she never truly knew her! This implies that Uzi was a baby when Nori died!"

Yes, N could have also killed Nori while Uzi was a baby. But guess what?

N was a "baby" too.

Bear with me.

If we really wanna go by ages of the drones, we should remember that ALL the drones aged differently. Uzi was the only one that was a pill-baby before. N, V and J weren't, they were all in adult bodies. Yet, they were all around the same age of Uzi.

The way I understand the timeline is like this;

Uzi is made. N gets rescued from the scrapyard and saved by Tessa. I'd like to assume that he only got to live a few months before being discarded, as we can see that humans act very carelessly with their drones. So, Uzi is essentially a newborn while N is around 3-5 months old.

about 2 years pass. Both N and Uzi are two-years-old. However, ONLY UZI IS A PILL BABY DRONE. N was always in the default worker drone body. He can talk, move and do a bunch of things a 2-year-old shouldn't be able to do. However, if we base age on maturity and life experiences than he's no more an adult than Uzi was. All of his capabilities are programmed, he'll literally just die if he can't do those things cause otherwise he's defective. (BTW, NOT JUSTYFING PPL THAT GO "oh, you're mature for your age" OR SHIT LIKE THAT. I'M JUST SAYING THAT IN TERMS OF MATURITY, THEY WERE MOST LIKELY ON THE SAME LEVEL)

Uzi is now 3-years-old and the diassembly drones killed Nori. It'll make sense why she doesn't remember much of Nori and ask questions about her. N is also 3-years-old and he, along with V and J, are doomed to kill Worker Drones until they finish their job and die due to overheating.

By that logic, N AND UZI ARE AROUND THE SAME AGE.

Of course we can't get a clear timeline of events as Liam said that he doesn't want to write himself into a corner. But this is the one that makes me most sense to me unless somebody manages to proof me otherwise.

UZI WAS A PILL BABY, N WAS NOT.

N might aswell have been a pill baby this whole time and nobody would have batted an eye. Their physical bodies do not equal their mental maturity and age, those are completely seperate entities.

I might have fumbled on my words a lot, I'm not a native English speaker. I still hope this was easy to explain without me having said something wrong accidentaly.

"N x Uzi just came out of nowhere for fanservice!"

It was confirmed that the scirpt of Murder Drones was finished way back at episode 1 before the ship became even popular. Heck, Glitch posted a picture of Beau before the second episode dropped. Also, animations takes such a long time to do with lots of planing. Last minute changes are extremely risky to make and no professional studio like GLITCH would do that just to appease the fans.

"They killed of V to make Nuzi canon!"

I agree with the part that V should have gotten more screentime before her death.

But she wasn't killed off to make Nuzi happen.

She just went through an entire charachter arc from this drone that masks her trauma thorugh feiging apathy/joy in killing and always making decisions based on what she thought was right because she couldn't trust the people around her, not even N.

At the end, when V sacrificed herself, she finally recognized that Uzi is not CYN, she's as much as a victim as V was and that Uzi truly cares about N like she does. Her sacrifice was there to show how she finally manages to trust Uzi, even though she most likely knows how dangerous Uzi can get if she loses control. I just wished they build up towards that more cause it would have been so much better but she wasn't killed off to make Nuzi happen.

There are probably more arguments that I missed...

#I should sleep its like 2 am lmao #md #murder drones #nuzi #n x uzi #uzi doorman #biscuitbites

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missbuckyhellfire · 8 months ago

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This Will Be My Year: Eddie Munson

MASTER LIST

Part Six: Tutoring Mr.Munson

Warnings: Some Language, Jason Carver, Flirting, No Smut or NSFW content.

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Even though it was an awkward encounter a few weeks ago, Audra still hung out with Hellfire. She had shrugged off the encounter with a drunk Eddie Munson as it was probably for the best that she didn’t start anything. She did not want to go down that path anytime soon, but she did not mind the flirting.

Audra had her hair in a messy bun as she looked out of the window of her English class as it began to rain. Her teacher, Mr. Hauser had been handing out the papers from their last assignment and Eddie was sitting next to her. His feet were up on the desk and his arms behind his back.

“Think you should have known better Munson, this is your third repeat of 12th grade English” Mr. Hauser had mumbled under his breath passing the “F” graded paper to Eddie. There was only a soft chuckle under his breath.

“Thought third times a charm teacher”

“Yea, but you need to put effort into your work! Miss. Wheeler here was a top graded student for this assignment. Maybe talk to her and see if you can get help.” Mr. Hauser had snapped his fingers to the jock “You too Carver, that C will only be passed once before your kicked off the team.”

Audra did not need to turn around to feel the tension between Eddie and Jason. She knew that she was going to be flooded by her Dungeon Master and local fuck boy for tutoring, something she is not looking forward to. Her shoulder was tapped by Mr.Hauser who gave her the paper, and flashed her a smile.

“Have fun tutoring, I am aware that this won’t be a life or death situation, but I give extra credit to those who tutor” He turned and pointed his finger at Eddie “I mean it, another F and you will definitely fail my class.”

Eddie had rolled his eyes but took his words seriously. He did not want to be here for life, but he also did not want Carver near her again. He smiled at Audra when she made eye contact with him. He did remember what happened, he was confused but it did feel right with her. But he understood why she backed off as her cousin and friend were in the car.

Jason on the other hand had thought this was an opportunity to talk to Audra again.

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After class, Audra grabbed her books from her desk and they were immediately met with larger wider hands.

“Hey let me help you with those.” Jason said, taking the books from her before she could respond.

Eddie had scrunched his nose at Jason. He was not stupid and he is not going to have it. He stood up quickly and glared at him.

“Sorry, didn’t know you were getting help with your books Audra.” Jason mumbled as he flashed a smile at Audra. “Let me walk you over to lunch, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Talk or fuck her?” Eddie had blurted out which had gotten the attention of the rest of the students, including Mr.Hauser who kept his eyes on the three students.

“I won’t do such a thing, Audra is a top student, I was only going to ask for tutoring to boost my grades and she is really smart.” Jason eased the conversation and the teacher and students had looked away. “Plus rather pretty.” He tried to reach for her but she took a step back.

“Look I don’t help or fuck boys like you.” Audra abruptly said. “I seen people like you before at my old school, took my last love from me too. So no, unless if my friends were wrong about you. Prove them wrong.”

“I only been with a few girls that’s all…” Jason began. “But your different.”

‘That’s what my last love told me.” Audra stated. She wanted her books back and just leave this tense situation.

“You heard Audra, give her the books back”

“Why freak? You going to sacrifice me in your cult or sell me a bad batch of drugs?” Jason snarled. He was going to say something else before Mr. Hauser had cleared his throat behind him.

“Give Audra her books back Jason” Mr.Hauser stated. “ Thought better of you Carver.”

The teacher watched as Jason Carver had given the books back to Audra, who then had them taken away from her by Eddie. Jason scoffed at Eddie before he turned around and walked away. Mr. Hauser then followed suit.

Jason is just going to have to try again without Eddie around. Maybe ask her out to the upcoming Halloween dance.

Now it was just Eddie and Audra alone in the classroom. They awkwardly looked at each other and smiled softly. Eddie nervously scratched the back of his head.

“So uh, I am needing some help, can you help me?”

“You, who has been calling me a nerd and a goodie two shoes want help from me?” Audra had batted her eyes.

“Yes, I don’t want to be here for any longer than I have to.”Eddie sighed.

“I guess I could take a little bit of time out of my day to help a dungeon master in need” Audra chuckles as she nudges Eddie. Oh, she was going to have a challenge and fun time tutoring Eddie Munson in English.

“Great, I guess we could hang out at my place after school I guess?”Eddie shrugged trying to not make a big deal out of what was going to happen. He was going to try to at least make it a bit smoother than it was last time. He was going to try to not get wasted in front of her again.

“Guess it is a date” Audra shrugged. It was a figure of speech, but Eddie had glanced at Jason who was at the door way and slightly turned his head to overhear. Eddie was hoping this was going to end Jason’s conquest. A small smirk formed at the corners of Eddie’s lips in response.

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After class, Audra waited by Eddie’s van with her books in hand. She was a bit nervous tutoring Eddie as she had only tutored younger students and a few her age. But older students than herself kind of intimidated her. She did get a bit sweaty as she waited for him but she cooled down when she had met eyes with Eddie.

He had his hands full of books both educational and DnD lore. A few papers of notes were lost from the gust of wind from the weather and his eagerness to prevent her from waiting much longer than she already had.

He also was thinking about what the group said earlier at lunch when he slipped that he was going to get tutored by Audra, a goodie two shoes who a lot of intelligence and could be doing something better.

“You can’t be serious about that! You can’t be getting tutoring from her! What about Dustin and I!?” Mike had insisted. “We need her too for help!”

“Well your going to have to study harder” Eddie had shrugged. “She said that she will help me and I am sure that she will have time for you too”.

“Time!? You need a lot of help!” Mike muttered.

“That’s why I need your cousin to help me get rid of this concern!”Eddie snapped back.

“Whatever, I just don’t want to see any hickeys on her neck afterwords” Mike shrugged as the rest of the group laughed at Eddie’s cheeks turning a light shade of red.

“Yea, don’t fuck her, don’t want things to get messy here” Gareth added as he shook his head. “Remember your crush on Chrissy? You don’t want that again do you?”

Eddie does not. But he has a feeling that Audra is going to stick around and the almost kiss last month was a lot for him. He felt something with her, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt something.

The dungeon master had gotten out of it when he had realised the girl heading infront of him. She had herself covered up with a red plaid top that hid her frame but it was warm enough for her.

“Hey,” Audra mumbled as soon as she guessed he was close enough to hear her. He glanced up and flashed her a wide grin.

“Hey gonna grab a pizza for us before we head back, Wayne won’t be home tonight till late so figured we should grab something” He blandly said as he grabbed her books at put them at the back of his van.

“Sounds good Eds,” She hopped into the van looking down at her feet thinking about what Robin and Nancy said to her earlier in Art class.

“You know people are going to talk now, especially with you talking back to Carver.” Nancy said as she stroked a splash of blue onto her painting.

“Let them talk, not like anyone is going to care, everyone knows he’s a fuck boy” Audra shrugs as she adds from purple to her own painting of the evening sky.

“We know, but just saying your going to be in trouble with the football players if you keep this up. Plus tutoring Eddie? You are asking for trouble.”

“I don’t help people who are fuck boys” Audra repeats herself.

“I know that you wont but it is important to make sure that you know what your getting yourself into” Robin added.

NEXT PART

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things costumes #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction

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demonkingsecondtryupdates · 3 months ago

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Choi Hyunwoo

(Massacre Boy)

Age : 18, Born January 12th

Height : 174 cm

Pronouns : He/Him

Sexual Orientation : Bisexual

Hair Colour : Brown (Dyed Black, small blue streaks)

Eye Colour : Light Grey

Ethnicity : Korean (50%), Russian (25%), Columbian (25%)

Class : Healer/Support

Likes : The colours Red & Green, Snakes, Banana Milk, The Cold, Being able to help people, Yoo Joonghyuk (previously)

Dislikes : The Colour Orange, Birds, Chocolate, Being too hot, The beach, Loud places, Rude people

Current Living Family Members : ◼️◼️

Personality : Choi Hyunwoo is the only child of his mother and father, but despite this he was not spoiled. He is a very compassionate and Empathetic person, who thoroughly enjoyed helping others before the scenarios. He was a 2nd year student at the same High School Lee Jihye went too, despite having supposed to be in the grade above.

He passed the first scenario by bumping into someone who fell on an open piece of metal, and due to the restrictions of the scenario, he wasn’t able to heal them.

He joined up with Yoo Joonghyuk due to the fact that he had been with Lee Jihye at the time, and was almost killed multiple times due to the regressors neglect. He idolized him at first, but his feelings of excitement soon gave way to fear, and he started to resent the Regressor.

He made a deal with Kim Dokja in return for his safety, as he has little to no combat effective skills, and wasn’t properly able to protect himself.

Jung Heewon quickly took a liking to him, as well as Kim Namwoon, Lee Jihye and Lee Gilyoung. He likes Kim Dokja a lot, but Jung Heewon is more of a parental figure for him than Kim Dokja.

Despite his kind and forthcoming personality, if Choi Hyunwoo had the skills, he would kill for his companions. He values them a lot, and appreciates their kindness in taking in a random boy.

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starryeyedstray · 6 months ago

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more school au starry the people want more!

well you're in luck cause i'm stuck in the car for 30 min so i got time to ramble about my dbh school au. i'll reiterate some of the points i made previously for any who haven't seen it

firstly, the school that everyone is at is one of those private boarding schools for students from 6th-12th grade

jericrew are 10th year students. they're delinquents not in the bully others way but the we ditch class bc we hate the academic elitist agenda the school is pushing kind of way

markus is an art and music prodigy that was adopted by carl manfred. he is constantly putting graffiti up (it's art dammit!!) and the school can't kick him out bc carl is a massive donor to the school

josh is a model student that is doing his best to wrangle his anarchist friends but he also hates the school system so he'll usually tag along with his friends shenanigans but he's gonna complain the whole time.

simon is a very average student but he's doing quite well considering he's got insomnia and a constantly low blood sugar. he's always got a lollipop or some candy in his mouth and he perpetually looks tired.

north is constantly ditching class but she always aces her exams so the school is having a hard time justifying disciplining her. her parents agree that if she's doing well she doesn't need to attend classes and what are we paying you for if my daughter is able to teach herself well enough to pass. north gets her attitude from her parents. she also loves her chewing gum and she may or may not have a collection growing under her desk. (north that's disgusting and unhygienic)

kara and connor both transfer in the middle of the school year at the same time. kara is a scholarship student who just moved recently. she has a younger sister named alice who is too young to attend yet. kara is in her 9th year.

connor is the adopted son of the school's headmaster amanda stern. he's a prodigy that's skipped 2 grades. he's supposed to be in his 9th year but is attending 11th year classes.

luther is a 10th year. he is cousins with rose who is in the same homeroom as kara. adam is her younger brother in 7th grade.

hank, gavin, miles, and tina are in the same homeroom as connor. hank is supposed to be in his 12th year but got held back due to all his absences last year. (his brother cole passed away and so he didn't attend classes). he used to be on the disciplinary committee but got kicked out due to his academic probation

kamski is student council president in his 12th year. chloe is his secretary also in her 12th year.

gavin is kamski 's half brother. he is part of the disciplinary committee that is headed by perkins and fowler.

uhm that's all i got so far ahahah. i already have a fun comic idea in my head for this but im supposed to be working on my other wips LMAO. might do a messy sketch or ms paint doodle or something for it instead hahah.

i'll be tagging all the related posts to this au as dbh school au so look forward to more ig jsksksksk. glad everyone is enjoying the au <3333 if y'all have questions or ideas for it lmk~~ would love to hear it!!

#asks #dbh au #dbh school au #mine #dbh ensemble

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psuedochakra · 6 months ago

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Bradley Bradshaw (10th grade)

Rating: Teen (language) Summary: Erica Barnett (world history and advanced placement US history) noticed one of her students was repeatedly missing her last class on Thursdays. She just didn't know why. But his parents would be at the spring recital. Erica just doesn't know which man is the student's dad Tags: POV outsider, misunderstandings, fluff

The spring recital went off without a hitch. Four different bands (6th grade, 7th/8th grade, high school, and jazz), the high school choir, plus a handful of other acts. Nobody forgot their sheet music; nobody got sick. Erica considered that a win.

She wasn't the music teacher. Oh no. Erica couldn't carry a tune; she was just a history teacher. She drew the metaphorical short straw and helped the music teachers set up. Not that she minded. Plus, some of the choir girls had practically begged Erica to attend.

Erica had a secret third motive too. Bradley Bradshaw. He had a piano solo, and he'd been skipping her class. Not every single class; every Thursday class. For the whole semester. He was still passing the class, despite missing the latest project and half of his homework. Nobody in the office had any idea why. He had only started skipping his last class on Thursdays in November.

Erica's prevailing theory was that the teen just wanted to go home early. His world history class was the last one of the day. A lot of kids cut their last class. Bradley wasn't special. He'd been sent home with reprimands for his parents to sign. They never came back. The phone usually went unanswered at the house. Which was weird because last year, Mrs. Bradshaw had been to every single parent-teacher conference.

"You know," Brian Davis (algebra and geometry) hummed one morning in the teachers' lounge, "I've never even met Bradshaw's dad. And I had him in homeroom last year too. It's always his mom at conference time."

"A man has definitely answered the phone at the house a few times," Lauren Jacobs (office) pointed out.

"I've seen him get on a motorcycle with a man," Tina Lewis (10th & 12th grade English) said.

"The brunette who doesn't wear a helmet? I think I've seen the same guy pick him up in a car too."

"He doesn't wear a helmet? What an idiot," Brian rolled his eyes, "Enjoy the brain damage."

"Well, I hope his son wears one," Erica huffed.

"I've seen him pick Bradley up a few times," Jack Hartman (advanced placement literature) chimed in, "Bradley always has a helmet."

"I haven't seen the missus all year," Michelle Smit (biology and chemistry) said, "She was super involved with the PTA last year."

There were a few tired but agreeable murmurs from the teachers in the lounge.

"You think they'd know what's going on?" Erica wondered.

"No fucking way the PTA would tell us though," Barbara Gries (middle school social studies) laughed.

"None of his office notices have come back signed. But I think his dad is Navy," Lauren added.

"Makes sense," Michelle shrugged, sipping her coffee, "Bunch of parents are around here."

"Bradshaw got into it with the Knapp twins didn't he?" Brian asked.

"Mhmm, yeah," Lauren nodded, "But they hit first. Doug kicked them all off the basketball team."

Doug Rogers was the junior varsity basketball couch and one of the PE teachers.

"He has a piano solo at the recital," Rory Kellum (high school band director) said, "His mom never misses a concert."

"Is Bradley in band?" Erica asked.

"No, he must take private lessons. He's good though! And I always need help setting up the stage."

"Okay, sign me up. I was gonna go anyway."

Erica was just concerned. She had a big heart. That was part of why she wanted to be a teacher.

She spotted Bradley in the crowd of people leaving. He was with two men. Both brunettes.

"Mr. Bradshaw!" Erica called out.

The teen stopped first, then the adults. He turned around. The taller of the two adults had a camera.

"Hey, Ms. Barnett! Did you like the show?" Bradley grinned.

The taller of the two men with Bradley elbowed the other and mumbled something in his ear. The shorter rolled his eyes and smacked the other man in the chest.

"Your solo was great, Bradley," Erica told him.

"He's been practicing for months," the taller one said.

Bradley flushed and mumbled, "Shut up."

"Well, Mr. Bradshaw, we've been trying to contact you and your wife," Erica informed them.

The two men looked at each other, back to Erica, then back to each other. Erica frowned. Were neither of them Mr. Bradshaw? She glanced at their hands; neither of them had a ring. Idly, Erica wondered if they were together. It was extremely unconventional, but she had heard of that sort of thing. A gay man hooking up with a female friend to make a baby. Then the men raise the child or sometimes all three of the adults.

"You wanna be Mr. Bradshaw, Wood?" The shorter one asked, "You live there."

"I'm not his legal guardian, Mav," the other one, Wood, said, "This sounds like a legal guardian thing."

"Well, we don't know that," Mav scoffed.

Bradley didn't say anything.

Wood addressed Erica, "What'd he do?"

"Hollywood," Bradley groaned and rubbed his face.

"Well, he's had a ton of abscenes," Erica began.

"No I haven't!" Bradley protested.

It was an embellishment on her part. The adults narrowed their eyes at the teen. Erica felt bad. Students and parents started paying attention to the small group.

"Okay, not a ton," she corrected, "I'm sorry."

"I think we should talk about this somewhere else," Mav said, looking around at everyone else.

Erica nodded and led them to her classroom. She gestured for the men to sit. With a huff, Bradley flopped into a desk. The shorter man sat next to him. The taller one stood behind them, arms folded.

"I know your son has missed over half of his world history classes so far this semester," Erica began.

"And that's your class?" Wood clarified.

She blinked, a bit taken aback. Her room was covered in maps, flags, and the latest sophomore projects (World War II propaganda posters). But Erica nodded.

She continued, "The office has sent home notices with Bradley. Ones that need to be sighed and returned."

"And they never come home," Mav finished.

Erica nodded again. Bradley groaned and rested his head on the desk. She thumbed through her attendance records and listed off a few of the dates Bradley had missed. The men looked at each other. Bradley continued groaning.

"Those are all the days you've taken him to the hospital," Mav said.

It was Erica's turn to blush. Was Bradley sick? He didn't look sick. The office didn't have any doctor notes on record (that she knew of). Erica probably should have gotten some more information before she confronted the parents.

Wood leaned over and squeezed Bradley's shoulder. He crouched down on the boy's other side.

"Brad, you said it was fine," Wood mumbled.

"I'm not failing," Bradley huffed, still face first on the desk.

"Yeah, but the school needs to know where you are," Mav told him. He took the teenager's hand. "What if another one of those um…"

He fell silent. Erica shifted uncomfortably. A few weeks ago, there was a school shooting in Colorado. But Mav was right. The school needed to know where the students were in case there was an emergency.

"But I'm with Mom, so I'm fine," Bradley argued.

"The school clearly doesn't know that," Wood snorted.

"Wait, so are the notices from the office about his abscenes?" Mav asked.

"Um, some," Erica blinked.

Again, she wished she had more information.

"One of them was for a fight," Bradley mumbled.

"What was that?" Wood asked.

"Lift your head up, buddy," Mav instructed.

Bradley sighed, loudly, but lifted his head up. He repeated himself.

"A fight?!" the two men shouted.

"They started it!" Bradley snapped.

"When was this?" Mav demanded.

"Last year. Um in November."

"Is this why you got kicked off the basketball team?" Wood asked.

"You got kicked off the basketball team?!" Mav gasped, "You told Carole you quit!"

"Well, I couldn't tell Mom I got kicked off for fighting," Bradley rolled his eyes.

To be honest, Erica was starting to think neither of these men were Bradley's dad. They certainly acted like some type of parent. But the longer she looked at the three men, the more she noticed differences in their features. He could take after his mom. Erica couldn't really remember what she looked like though. Wood had called Mav the "legal guardian," but Wood seemed to know about the basketball team. Erica didn't want to keep speculating on the boy's home life.

"Excuse me," she cleared her throat.

The trio stopped arguing and looked at her.

"I think I should keep having this conversation just with Mr. Bradshaw," Erica said.

The adults looked at each other. Hopefully, she would figure out what happened from the man who remained. Except both of them stood up.

"Bud, you wanna stay here and keep talking to your teacher?" Wood asked.

Erica was even more confused. Bradley looked at her. His mouth opened into an "oh" shape.

"These guys aren't my dad," the teenager said, "There's no uh I'm the only Mr. Bradshaw."

"Oh," Erica blinked.

"Oh! No, uh, fuck. Sorry! Pete Mitchell," Mav Pete stood up and came over to shake Erica's hand.

"Rick Neven," Wood Rick said. He didn't move away from Bradley.

"Legal guardian," Pete pointed to himself.

"Boyfriend," Rick pointed to himself.

Oh. Oh. Well, Erica wasn't terribly far off. They were a couple and they had adopted Bradley! At least one of them had.

"Okay, well," Rick stood up again, "I guess I need to inform the office when I'm pulling him from class then?"

Erica reeled herself back in and nodded, "Yes. We have a new policy. The kids need to be checked out by an approved adult. You can list up to four."

"That's good," Pete said.

"All this was sent home with your uh Bradley."

Both the men looked at Bradley. He set his head back down and groaned.

"I'll come in Monday," Pete said, "Will that work? To fill out whatever for the policy?"

"Yeah, of course," Erica nodded.

"We're probably gonna keep pulling him from your class," Rick said, "So is he missing any work?"

Erica pointed to the wall behind them, "The only thing I'm missing is our latest project. It was just due today."

"I started it," Bradley mumbled.

"Are those World War II posters?" Pete asked with a grin.

"Did you finish it?" Rick asked the teenager.

"Yes," Erica said with a nod.

"No," Bradley grumbled.

"Okay, buddy. Head up," Pete squeezed his shoulder.

Bradley sat up properly.

"I won't even count it late if you can get it to me by Wednesday," Erica told Bradley.

"Okay," he sighed, "Thanks, Ms. Barnett."

"May I ask why you're signing him out of my class every day?" Erica asked the men.

"You didn't tell the school?" Rick frowned.

Erica wasn't sure who he was talking to. Pete or Bradley. Both of them shrank in the desks under Rick's glare. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Carole, his mom, has cancer. All those missed classes are chemo or doctor appointments," Pete explained, "We uh… I sent him with a note. Which I now see didn't make it."

"Oh," Erica said quietly, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"We will talk about the missing notes at home," Pete sighed, "Thank you, Ms. Barnett."

"Yeah, of course."

"So is the poster the only thing he's missing?" Rick asked.

It wasn't. Erica looked at Bradley's sad doe eyes. She was such a sucker, but worksheets could be filled out at any time.

She nodded, "So far. He's otherwise pretty dilligent about his work. I'll get everything we'll do on Thursdays together for him to take home on Wednesdays. That is if neither of you mind helping him?"

Bradley's eyes widened, and he mouthed "thank you." Erica smiled back.

"No of course we'll help him," Rick said.

"I uh I can come in during lunch sometimes," Bradley offered.

Erica felt like a bobblehead with how much she was nodding, "We can get together Monday after class and talk about that, okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you need anything else from us, Ms. Barnett?" Pete asked.

"Um, no. That was everything. Thank you for your time," Erica said.

"C'mon, buddy," Rick tapped Bradley's shoulder.

The other two followed Bradley out into the hall. Erica waited at her desk for a few minutes. There was a knock on her door. Erica expected it to be one of Bradley's… adult men. It was Lauren and Tina. Erica waved them in; they closed the door.

"So?" Tina raised her eyebrow, drawing out the sound.

Erica exhaled, "So there is no Mr. Bradshaw. There's a Pete Mitchell, legal guardian, Rick Neven, boyfriend, and Carole Bradshaw, mother."

Both women made a surprised noise.

"Pete Mitchell, legal guardian, is coming in Monday to fill out some stuff in the office."

"Like what?" Lauren asked, hopping up on Erica's desk to sit.

Tina followed suit.

"The student check-out forms at least. I think he's gonna drop off some stuff to excuse Bradley on Thursdays."

"Oooh, why?" Tina asked.

Erica glanced at her closed door and leaned in to whisper, "His mom has cancer. Bradley's been going to her appointments with her on Thursdays."

Both women cooed, "Aw."

"She's such a sweet lady," Lauren sighed.

"He's such a good kid too," Tina said.

They sat there in silence for a minute.

"Did you hear about Michelle's husband?" Lauren whispered, "She caught him with their babysitter."

"Oh my God," Erica exclaimed.

"No fucking way! Doesn't Beth Williams babysit for them? She's in my second period senior English," Tina gasped.

"She just turned 18," Lauren shook her head.

"Oh my fucking God!"

"What's Michelle gonna do?" Erica asked.

Lauren shrugged, "I have no fucking idea."

"I'd divorce his ass," Tina shook her head.

"She can't get divorced," Erica said, "She's Catholic."

"Well, she could!"

"She won't then," Lauren sighed bitterly.

"Fucking sick."

"Horrible!"

"Oh, guess what else I heard," Lauren said, wiggling her eyebrows.

#top gun #fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #rick hollywood neven #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #carole bradshaw

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ljnsdump · 2 years ago

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What a Plot Twist You Were (Jisung x F!reader)

Jisung x F!reader

You can't force chemistry to exist where it doesn't, the same way you can't deny it when it does.

Genre: M/F, slight enemies to lovers, fluff, classmates, school setting no mature scenes because im not ready to imagine jisung in those scenes

Warnings: just a lot of bickering and probably cursing here and there, y/n is a spoiled brat

Word Count: 3,999

Hello! A Jisung oneshot because the man finally has an IG acc haha. As always, dont hesitate to give me feedbacks! Enjoy reading!

Read at your own risk.

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"Y/N, don't make me let you pull out from that modelling." Her mom warns her sternly. "This is your final semester in high school. You'll be graduating soon and you will not be able to do that if you keep this up."

She rolls her eyes, knowing that her teacher is snitching on her again. As they should though. "Ma, it's fine. My grades are enough for me to be accepted in any university."

"No it's not!" She argues and puts the utensils down on the table that caused a loud sound. Y/N's dad holds her as if to calm her down. "Universities would prioritize those with higher grades and has better knowledge on the courses they want to take than you do."

"Whatever, you'll still get them to accept me anyway."

And that's the time both parents realized that they raised a spoiled brat.

It's monday and everybody is in their first class of the day.

"Okay class, as you may know this is your final semester. We will make sure that no one gets left behind so we came up with a way. We will do the buddy system. You guys will be paired up to your buddy and you will be responsible for each other for the rest of the semester. If one doesn't pass, the other will be questioned, so help each other out. If you have topics that are hard for you both, try to come up with ways so you both will be able to understand it. You can always come to me, other teachers and even students."

They all agreed and chose their buddy. Then Y/N and Jisung come into the room at the same time but from different doors. Y/N enters the front door with her ipad and coffee while Jisung comes in from the back with just his pen and a notebook.

Their teacher notices them both. "Oh good. You're both here." She says and looks at them back and forth. "You will be each other's buddy. You will be paired up for all school work for the entire semester. You will be responsible for each other's grades."

"What?" Y/N's eyebrows furrow. She heard what her teacher said perfectly but she just couldn't accept it. "He's not that smart! You're pairing me with someone who can't help me."

"You’re late, Miss Y/L/N. Both of you are. Everyone already chose who they wanted to be their pair. It's just the two of you remaining." She answers with stern voice. "And we tried pairing you up with Yunjin before." Pertaining to their top student in class. "But you ended up just letting her do everything."

Y/N looks at Jisung. "You're not saying anything about this?"

He just shrugs and goes to his seat. Y/N groans and does the same.

"Alright. Listen up. First task."

Jisung was the one who stood up first when class ended. He was about to exit the room when Y/N called him. "Park Jisung!"

He turns with an annoyed look on his face. "What?"

She walks to him. "Why did you not say anything earlier when she paired us? You know well both fail."

"I'm not that bad." He replies that she scoffs.

"Fine! Then what should we do about that stupid reporting?"

"I have to go. Just chat with me about your ideas and whatever." He starts to walk away.

And she follows his strides. "I don't have your number!"

"WhatsApp, Messenger, IG, Twitter." He lists down. "It's 2023."

Y/N scoffs in disbelief.

After class, she meets with her best friend who was with her boyfriend at a cafe nearby. They're both in 12th grade, Ningning is in a different class though.

"Hey, who's your pair?" Ningning, as soon as she sees Y/N.

Y/N groans and rolls her eyes. "Park Jisung."

"That sloppy, rugged soccer player?"

She nods. "Yup." Popping end of the word. "Hey, Jun." Y/N casually greets Ningning’s boyfriend who's playing on his phone.

"Oh, sup Y/N." And offers to bump fists.

She accepts with her fist as well. "Nothing much."

"Okay, let's order first." They all sit. "Love, what do you want?"

"A reuben would do, love." He replies.

They spent the remainder of the day talking about their lives and spilling teas.

When she got home, she decided to try out reading about the topic of their report but just minutes later, she plopped down on her bed because she got bored.

Y/N takes out her phone and decides to look for Jisung's account on messenger.

To: Park Jisung

Hey, what are we gonna do about this?

And she finished having dinner and even went to prepare for bed, he still hasn't replied yet.

To: Park Jisung

Park Jisung!

Still no reply. She runs her fingers over her hair in frustration. Jisung has two close friends, she remembered. Y/N looks up the name Zhong Chenle and the Chinese guy's photo pops up.

To: Zhong Chenle

Hey, just wondering if you're with Jisung. Please tell him to check his phone, we have to work on our project.

Just minutes later, a notification pops up saying she has a new message from Jisung.

From: Park Jisung

What?

Oh my god, he's unbearable, she thought.

To: Park Jisung

The project.

From: Park Jisung

Send me your thoughts and ideas about it.

To: Park Jisung

I have no thoughts nor any idea about it.

From: Park Jisung

Then what are we supposed to do?

To: Park Jisung

Idk, let's just meet up tomorrow after class to figure this out.

"Bro, what the hell." Jisung grunts as he puts his phone down and picks up the xbox controller. "She wants me to meet up with her after class. Why did we get paired up, we have no idea about these."

Jisung is currently in Sungchan's place with Chenle. They're playing video games like how they do every single day and not getting tired of it. "Finally you can get some." Chenle teases him.

"I heard she's double-jointed." Jisung's eyebrows furrow at Sungchan's joke, and looks at him with disgust on his face. While Sungchan and Chenle high five.

Jisung walked to Y/N's seat when their class ended. He watched her gather her things in a hurry and was surprised to see him.

"What?" She asks, forgetting that they planned to meet for their project today.

His eyebrows furrow, confused as well. "I thought we'll meet after class?"

"Oh yeah. About that, meet's cancelled. I have to go. Let's just pay someone to do that report." Then she takes off before he can say anything. Better for him though, he'll have the whole time to play his beloved games.

Y/N meets with her handler in a cafe after driving almost half an hour from the university.

"I'm here." She announces and gives a quick friendly hug from behind to her handler Joy. "Let's go?"

Joy turns to her as she stands up. "Okay, good. Let's go. Our client is very chic and very boss lady vibes, Y/N. She's picky and she definitely knows what she wants."

"That's cool. You know I'm here to impress."

"I do." Joy smiles as they walk fast towards the building across the cafe. "I've sent your file to them already. You've looked over the products that you'll be modelling for?"

"Yes, the jewelleries. I actually even own a couple of pieces from their brand. They're nice."

When they arrive, a tall lady in formal attire welcomes them.

"Hi, I'm Seulgi, Mrs. Laviste's assistant. She's waiting for you in her office."

The local company rents both the 3rd and 4th floors of the building for their offices and manufacturing facilities.

They arrive at the office, the woman stands up upon seeing them with a big smile to greet. "Welcome to Ligaya! I'm Flora Laviste, you can call me Mrs. Laviste." Offering her hand which Joy gladly took.

"This is my talent." Joy gestures to Y/N. "Y/N."

Y/N smiles and shakes hands with her as well. "Y/N Y/L/N."

"From what I heard, you're the youngest of Mr. And Mrs. Timothy Y/L/N, is that right?"

"Yes." She smiles. "Yes, I am."

They discuss for a few minutes in Flora's office then go to their in-house studio to shoot a few shots as a demo just for them to see how their products would look on her.

"We reviewed everything and we've decided to take you guys on your offer. She's very good." Nodding her head, applauding Y/N's skills. "We'll do the shoot on Saturday morning."

Friday came and it's time for them to present their report. Y/N came early to school to get the report she paid a college student for.

Holding the flashdrive in her hand, she thanks Yeri. "Thanks a lot Yeri! I really just can't do this on my own."

Yeri smiles. "No worries, Y/N. It was easier for me since we've been over the topic a couple of times already. I sent the file to you too through email."

Y/N sat beside Jisung when she arrived in their classroom. She specifically instructed him to come in early. "We just read what's on the presentation." She tells him.

His eyes shift, obviously in doubt. "Sure?"

"Yeah."

"Park and Y/N, you're up." Their teacher announces after the pair prior to them were done with theirs.

They set up on the computer and in no time, the first page of the slide flashes on the white board through the projector.

"Our topic, the three main classes of carbohydrates." Y/N starts. She then continues to casually read the passages on the PowerPoint presentation which raises a brow of their teacher.

She stands up from her desk and walks towards the center walkway. "Pause, Ms. Y/L/N." The teacher raises her index finger. "You can't just click continuously on those pages without discussing them."

Y/N immediately protests. "But Mrs. Lim, these are self-explanatory."

"Good, then please explain them." She crosses her arms. "And Mr. Park, don't just stand there. Help out your buddy."

The two groans silently upon hearing their teacher's statement. Then Y/N looks at Jisung. "Help me explain it."

"You said it's self-explanatory." He whispers.

"I didn't think she'd let us explain it still after I said that."

After a few minutes of waiting and just looking at the two infront murmuring at each other, Mrs. Lim figures out they got nothing. "Alright, you two. Something's making me think that you both did not make this. I'm gonna let you re-do it this weekend and when we come back on Monday, I want you both to be able to explain and discuss it properly or else this reflects on my record book. Understand?"

Y/N grunts and removes her things from the desk to go back to her seat.

"Let's meet tomorrow morning." Jisung tells her.

"Can't, I have something very important. Afternoon."

"I have something important to do in the afternoon."

Y/N throws her pen to the floor, stomping her feet like a little kid throwing tantrums. "Why did we ever agree to this?!"

Jisung stands tall in front of her with a serious look on his face. "Don't throw tantrums on me, Y/N." He warns with his deep ass voice. "I'm not one of your maids."

"I-I didn't think you were." She nervously replies, blinking and shying away from his eyes. "I was just upset."

"Let's meet tonight."

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine."

At 7pm, Y/N arrives at the convenience store near Jisung's apartment. She immediately texts him.

To: Park Jisung

I'm here.

Hey!

Dude!

Park Jisung!

It's very cold here.

I'm gonna kill you.

8 minutes later

From: Park Jisung

Just hang on.

To: Park Jisung

I've been hanging on you idiot.

3 minutes later

From: Park Jisung

I'm coming down.

He, in his black hoodie and sweatpants approaches her and she almost had a heart attack. He looks like a kidnapper on his fit, the only thing that made her realize it is him is his nose. Weird.

"You look scary." She tells him.

He shrugs. "Yeah? Well... let's go."

They start to walk, her, following him from behind.

"Walk slowly."

"This is my normal pace. Your legs are just short."

Y/N stops and crosses her arms while watching him walk away. He did not notice until he finally crossed the road. He looks back and Y/N is still on the other side, glaring at him. Jisung can't help but laugh and put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he waits for the lights to go red again.

From: Park Jisung

Stay there.

Although she's far, he can see clearly that she rolled her eyes after reading his text.

As soon as the red light appears, he runs to her and grabs her wrist lightly, and they cross the street.

"Dickhead." She mumbles.

The apartment is definitely Jisung's, Y/N thought upon getting in. Empty red bull cans, chips packets, everything is everywhere. Chenle and Sungchan are there too, yelling at each other as they play.

Y/N looks at Jisung, suggestively while crossing her arms again.

He sighs. "Come on, guys. You need to go." Telling his two friends.

"What?! I thought we were---" Sungchan stops when he sees Y/N and the look on her face. "Time to go."

Chenle removes the headphones from his head. "So what if she's here, it's not like she's staying long anyway. And besides, bros over hoes."

Jisung immediately smacks his head. "That's the red bull talking."

"Oh yeah, she's the first. I'll consider." Chenle adds and this time Y/N is the one glaring at him.

Once they're out, Jisung kicks things out of the way. "My room is clean." Then walk towards there. And indeed it is. Shoes all over, but not in a messy way but it's on the walls like he's collecting them. And they're not just any shoes, they're all or at least that's how Y/N sees it, Jordan 1s.

Her mouth hangs open when she sees the display. "You collect?"

"Kinda."

Just minutes later, they're set up on the floor with their gadgets on the center table.

Y/N scratches the back of her head, getting frustrated over what they're doing. "This is so stupid. Carbohydrates are carbohydrates, what the fuck are those main classes for?!" She whines.

"Come on, Y/L/N. All we gotta do is read and understand then make a report."

"I wish it's as easy as saying it."

Jisung gets his hand off his keyboard. "It seems like you hate these subjects that we're taking. Why enroll under them?"

"Because they want me to be a doctor. Like any fucking Asian parent wants their kids to be."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to be, it's not you."

They spent the night just talking about random things. She learned that Jisung prefers nights over days. He's got poop hands as what Chenle calls, meaning everything he touches just fails. He and his friends always play PUBG with Chenle's cousins from China. Random things.

But Jisung felt that Y/N is a good listener. She doesn't give her own opinions on his preferences, she finds everything he says cool, and she asks you about how you feel when you make that choice. It's like she's learning new things as they talk.

But they did not make any progress with their report.

It's almost 12 midnight. "I need to go home now." Y/N states after looking at her watch.

"Are you Cinderella or something?" He jokes.

"I have a shoot tomorrow morning. I can't look puffy." She replies. "You can come with me tomorrow morning. We'll work on this slowly."

Tomorrow came. They met at the cafè again. Y/N picked Jisung up from his place.

"Do you always bring other people aside from your own team to your gigs?"

"No. But it's fine. I can just introduce you as one of us."

They arrive and in no time, Y/N is all set. They also discusse sample shots for the campaign. Jisung just observes as he tries to work on their report.

"Your boyfriend's handsome." Mrs. Laviste says, giving her a teasing smile as they look over at him.

Y/N immediately shakes her head. "He's just my classmate. We got paired up for school work."

"He's been glancing and staring at you for the past few minutes."

"That's probably because he's doing everything and I'm here literally looking pretty."

They suit her up in a silk skin tone slip dress pointing focus on the jewelleries on her. A gold butterfly rests in between her clavicles, they take a shot of that. Her hands, her ears, they alternately put pieces of jewelries and take a few shots of it in all angles possible. Jisung couldn't help but stare. She's good. Great, actually. She gives what's needed from her.

"I just got off the phone with our male model. He won't be able to attend, he's suddenly having the flu." Says Mrs. Laviste's secretary.

Y/N lowkey raises her hand just enough to point at Jisung.

Joy tells Y/N, "You should talk to him."

Y/N nods. "Jisung-ah!" Jisung looks up at her. He sees her walking towards him. "We need a male model."

"And?"

"You'd be a great one. You're very tall, and your face is decent, you just need a little makeover."

He shakes his head. "I don't think I can. I just came here to work on our report."

"I'll help you. We have until tomorrow. Plus, the pay is good."

At the end, she was able to convince him to join the shoot. They set him in front of the mirror, Y/N helped out in picking up his fits. She laughs when she sees his eyes moving, afraid to move his body.

"You can move, idiot."

He looks at the makeup artist doing his face. "Really? I don't wanna mess up what they're doing."

"As long as you don't go crazy."

They do the shoot together first just so Jisung loosens up and then his solo shoot after. Y/N helps him a lot aside from the director.

"Jisung-ah, just a stoic face. This is a close up shot emphasizing the earring."

After several flashes, he's all done. Y/N claps her hands then everyone else follows. "Congrats on your first modeling gig!"

He grabs her hand and puts it on his chest. "Feel that? I'm so nervous."

Of course, she was taken aback, she didn't feel shit, just her own heart pounding when her hand landed on his hard chest. "T-That's normal." Then she walks away, face flushing, cleaning up her things.

"What's the plan?" He asks when they're finally out of the building.

"We're gonna get lunch and then go to your soccer practice?"

Jisung shakes his head. "I can just pass on that one. Let's just do the report in my apartment again." She looks him straight in the eye and before she can say anything, he says, "I cleaned up."

Y/N smiles a little. "Okay."

"What do you wanna eat? My treat today." He says, looking at her.

"I'm craving biryani."

"Let's go to Jamieson's then."

And somehow they're eating lunch together, Jisung is skipping practice to do their project together, talking casually unlike before where they just roll their eyes at each other.

Y/N asks while they eat. "So what do you think about the modelling thing?"

He shrugs. "It's cool for my first time. You and your team made it too easy for me."

"And you were pretty good too. You have potential." She puts her hand on her face, posing elegantly, mimicking his poses earlier.

Jisung laughs and immediately removes her hand from her face. "Stop it."

"Why? Wait until Chenle and Sungchan see those photos."

"Oh God." He cringes and ducks head under his hands while Y/N laughs.

They spend the whole afternoon discussing their topic, even arguing if one finds something different in their researches but at the end, they were able to finish up their presentation and are confident that they'll be able to discuss it in front of the class on Monday.

"Thanks, Ji."

And for some reason they found themselves arguing about what comes first, the egg or the chicken. They even did their research on their stands far more efficiently than how they did it first with their report about carbohydrates.

"If I'm right, you'll give me $50?" He taunts.

She pulls out her phone from her purse and counters with, "And if I'm right, I send this pic to your friends." Showing him photos of his shoot that she took without his knowing.

Jisung was about to snatch his phone when she immediately stands up and runs away from him. "Y/N, delete that!"

"No!" She yells back but falls onto the floor by the kitchen. "I can't feel my legs!"

He rushes to her with panic on his face. "What happened?!"

"I think we squatted on the floor for too long." Jisung sighs in relief. "But I still can't feel my legs, it's weird and ticklish."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I dunno, it's really weird. I hate it."

"I'll try to massage it." He looks at her waiting for her approval and she eventually nods, just desperate for the weird feeling on her legs to go away. His hands are huge, she notices. That's why it looked so good in the photos earlier.

"It's going away." Before they stand up, he attempts to steal her phone but she immediately holds it protectively with both her hands. "No, these are mine."

"That's literally me in those photos."

"Yes, I'm aware."

He traps her between both his arms and the kitchen counter. Jisung lowers himself to level with her. "Give me your phone." His voice drops an octave that gives her goosebumps. His voice has always been deep but it's different when it's this deep.

Their faces are almost touching and she blinks a couple of times as her nervousness gets the better of her. "Y-You're too close."

"I know."

"You look good." Out of the blue she says then covers her mouth with one hand.

Jisung chuckles. "You look good too. Really good." She tries to avoid his lingering eyes but she can't. "You like us like this, don't you? That's why you don't wanna give me your phone?"

"I thought I'm the first woman who ever got this close to you?"

"You are."

"It doesn't seem like it."

He gives a small smile. "That's because you make me do things I never knew I'm capable of doing." And her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't say anything. It's like her throat is blocked with something. "And I thought you're one of them strong girls? The type who nobody wants to mess with. You've always had that image but why are you refusing now?"

Y/N grabs him by the neck and crashes her lips with his. Jisung got surprised but started kissing her back until he snaps back to reality.

But she suddenly pushes him away, running to his bedroom to get her things and in no time, she's in her car driving home with her heart pounding in her ribcage. Meanwhile, Jisung remained speechless in the kitchen, no idea as to what exactly happened.

From: Park Jisung

People usually say something and don't just run after they do that, yk?

From: Park Jisung

Don't be a coward now.

To: Park Jisung

Forget that ever happened.

From: Park Jisung

Uh... no

From: Park Jisung

You kissed me first and now you just want me to forget abt it?

To: Park Jisung

Yes

From: Park Jisung

No, in fact, maybe I'll kiss you again tomorrow.

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salvadorbonaparte · 1 year ago

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Is English easy to learn as a German speaker? As English is a Germanic language

Thank you for the question! I've said this a lot of times but I'm not a huge believer in categorising "easy" and "difficult" to learn languages. I think it reduces languages to their most obvious similarities and differences, is usually only applied to an anglophone perspective, ignores personal tastes and strengths, demotivates learners of supposedly "difficult" languages and there's probably many more things one could say about it. I don't even really know why we do it.

Of course there are certain trends. Statistically, people probably find it easier to learn a language that is in the same language family and/or has some similarities. But this ignores so many other factors.

I learned English fairly quickly and I was fluent before I finished high school. I was highly motivated to move abroad, was interested in the language and anglophone cultures, supplemented my learning with immersion through books and TV early on, tried to make penpals online. All of this factors into language learning.

English is also the world language, you're surrounded by it constantly on the Internet or in the media, you're expected to learn it in school from an early age, and there's tons of resources. All of this factors into language learning.

And yes, English and German are related which means that a lot of the grammar concepts were familiar. Actually, I found it surprisingly easy to understand some Old, Middle and Early Modern English concepts in my historical linguistics class because those grammar concepts or words still exist in German but no longer in Modern English.

At the same time, there were students in my 12th grade advanced English class who barely passed their classes because they struggled to communicate. My mother is really motivated and tries really hard but frequently makes very specific grammar or vocab mistakes precisely because English is related to German (false friends, using German grammar constructions etc).

#Asks #langblr

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evaslytherpuff · 1 year ago

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Desperate For Sanctuary

Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Friends to lovers, Yandere OC

18+ MDNI!!!

Characters are 18+ in this fic!!!

Plot: Ominis just wanted to finish his final year at Hogwarts without any issues. In walks Vivian Beausoleil, a new transfer student, and she turns his world upside down. They are falling for one another hard and fast but soon find out that their past’s may come back to haunt them.

Tag list: @myrachondria @hotcinnam0nspicy @moongurl95 I appreciate that you all support this story and the characters, this fanfic is very dear to me! Thank you for reading!🥹💙

CW: Spoilers for Sebastian’s quest line, Feelings of abandonment

If any of the above warnings may trigger you, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 1

September 12th, 1892

Ominis Gaunt sat in the great hall alone, once again, kind of glad no one decided to bother him. He was just trying to make it through his last year at Hogwarts and then move on with his miserable life. He honestly wouldn't even be here if he didn't need the extra help. He struggled in many of his classes and it was truly embarrassing. He was so annoyed at himself and couldn't stand the fact that magic was kind of difficult for him. He only applied for two N.E.W.T.S and even then he didn't really care if he passed them or not.

He sighed as he poked at a pile of mashed potatoes, not really in the mood to eat them. He recalled how everything just seemed to fall apart after his fifth year here. He did his best to forgive his best friend Sebastian after he had murdered his own uncle. It was a nasty mess and unfortunately it tore their brotherhood apart.

Even after Ominis tried to mend their friendship, Sebastian was more determined than ever to find a cure for his cursed sister Anne, taking Ember along with him. Ember was the new fifth year student who had the amazing ability to see and use ancient magic. She saved the wizarding world from Ranrok and his loyalists and defeated Victor Rookwood as well. After all that had happened and the rift that seemed to grow larger each day, Ominis refused to follow them to North America, ultimately ending their friendship. He didn't want to give up on helping Anne but the path they were taking was vicious and extremely dangerous. Not only that, but it seemed to push his friends even further towards dark magic. Sebastian was always determined to get what he wanted and Ember would have followed wherever he led.

This left Ominis feeling abandoned with a hole where his heart used to be. He was broken, everyone around him knew it, he knew it as well. It's why everyone avoided him. Today would be no different from any other day. He sat by himself, attended classes alone, and spent all his free time in the library in solitude. Somehow, he was still able to access The Room of Requirement, even after Ember left Hogwarts. He knew exactly what to hope for and where to find the door that led to his own sanctuary, he even slept there to avoid the dormitory, it was away from everyone who would whisper and talk about him. He despised this the most. Even though he is blind, he could still feel people staring at him and it annoyed the hell out of him. People doubted him whenever this was brought up but all his other senses were heightened. His sense of hearing, smell, taste, and touch made up for his lack of sight. He heard all of the gossip that floated around Hogwarts, whether he wanted to or not. He sighed, just wanting to get through his classes so he could read and go to bed, he was already done with the day before it even started.

Suddenly the great hall doors swung open and he heard Professor Weasley speaking to someone. Who would be showing up to breakfast this late? Was a student up to no good and now in trouble? He listened more closely over the hush of the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! Follow me and we'll get you sorted into your new house." Professor Weasley said cheerfully.

A new student? In their seventh year? This normally didn't happen and shockingly, it had Ominis' attention. Apparently, he wasn't the only one. The whole school stopped what they were doing to pay attention to the new attendee. The chatter spread like wildfire and Ominis was able to gather all that he could without even having to interact with anyone.

According to the chit chat, she's a transfer student from Beauxbatons. Everyone was excited to see which house she would be placed in. Ominis had to admit, he was intrigued, starting over at a new school especially this late had to be overwhelming. He wondered how she would fair. A hush fell over the crowd as professor Weasley placed the sorting hat on the girl's head. It was perfectly quiet for a moment before its voice rang out amongst the crowded hall.

"Ah! A Beauxbatons transfer. Hmmm. Interesting indeed! And a seventh year at that! I sense a lot of emotions from you!" The hat announced loudly. "Oh, you're a complex one aren't you?" It asked. "A bright mind, plenty of talent and determination. Hmmm. Creative, ambitious and resourceful. A very kind heart I see! My, what a young lady we have here! Hmmm. Better be...Slytherin!!!" The hat shouted.

The whole slytherin table began an uproar, cheering on and welcoming the new girl. The rest of the hall clapped for her. Ominis just raised a brow and brought his hands together halfheartedly, returning to his partially eaten food. His fork stilled when he heard the sound of heels growing closer and a slight breeze caressing him. He was hit by the most intoxicating scent, causing him to inhale sharply. What was that?

"Hello, is anyone sitting here?" A soft and sultry voice with a lulling French accent asked.

For the first time in years, Ominis' damaged heart began…to race. He didn't understand what was happening but it felt like his chest had been hit with a hammer. He turned in the direction of her beautiful voice but could barely form any words. He blinked rapidly, just trying to form a damn sentence. He needed to get it together but her scent was washing over him, making his brain fuzzy.

"Ominis! She was talking to you, hello!" Imelda's horrid squawk rang out.

"It's alright, he may not have heard me. I've been told to speak up before." She giggled and Ominis felt a flutter in his stomach. Did he have… butterflies? What the fuck? He thought.

He finally found his voice. "No, no one is sitting here." He said quietly and he heard her take a seat right next to him. Was the table so full that she had to sit beside him?

"This is Ominis, he's not very approachable." He heard Imelda grumble.

"I heard that, I just prefer to not be bothered. Especially by you, Imelda." Ominis practically spat out her name then sighed.

"My apologies, I hope I'm not bothering you." He could hear the slight hurt in her voice and a pang struck his heart. He didn't mean to offend her. Wait. Why did he care? He needed to get a hold of himself.

"No, you didn't bother me. You're new and need a place to sit. Imelda is old and well... annoying." He rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha. Very funny, Ominis." Imelda hissed as the new girl chuckled. "By the way, her name is Vivian Beausoleil if you even care to know, she's a transfer from Beauxbatons."

"I heard, news travels fast in this school. I'm Ominis. It's nice to meet you, Vivian." He said as calmly as he could while he held out his hand to her.

He felt a tingle shoot through his entire body as she shook his hand gently. Hers was soft and petite against his long fingers that clasped around her warm palm. He slightly smiled to himself, his hand was so much bigger than hers.

"It's lovely to meet you, Ominis." He could feel the warmth in her voice. When her hand released his, he felt cold for a split second. What was it about this girl that made him feel so strange? He had just met her.

She sat so close beside him but turned her attention away from him and started chatting with Imelda about their school work and all that Vivian had missed. Then Grace came over and started asking if Vivian had heard of her family. To Ominis' relief, Vivian kindly told her no. The girls kept up their chit chat but all he could think about was her voice and how wonderful she smelled. Would she be in his classes? Why was he drawn to her so quickly? None of this made any sense and it frustrated him tremendously.

He quickly ate what was left of his food and excused himself from the table. He had to get away from this young woman. He pulled out his wand and rushed to his first class. The further away he was from her, the better.

A/N: This chapter is short and sweet! It gets better, I promise!💙

Also a new cover! I hope you like it!😍🥰

Chapter 2

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy oc #vivian beausoleil #ominis gaunt x oc #ominis x oc #erebus gaunt #slytherin #hp fandom #male yandere #ai art

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milburnandnyman · 2 years ago

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DON’T BULLSHIT ME - the analysis

Why I think there’s no fucking way Joy wouldn’t be Jakob’s and why I’m almost betting they had to write Mikael out and that’s why we got that bullshit, lacking-in-context story:

1. Jean can be a silly woman, but she is not dumb. I cannot imagine a sex therapist who wouldn’t be highly aware of these things and also as someone who has already been pregnant once in her life, to miscalculate things so horridly as in not to know who the father of her child is.

2. Jean was very outspoken about protection, there is a scene from S2 where she is attending the SexEd class at Otis’ school and she tells the students “remember, it is always your right to say no” as in response to a case where someone insists on not using protection.

3. According to these words and the fact that she is a sex therapist with a previously quite sexually active lifestyle, I am 100% sure she has always used protection, no exception.

4. Yes, Jean slept with both Jakob and Dan on that very same day which is evocative, but as previously mentioned, I am sure she’s used a condom, both with Dan and Jakob, because even if she and Jakob liked one another, I don’t think you just tell a person that you’ve had a vasectomy when you’re about to have sex with them for the first time and even if, they were still strangers, I don’t think that’d convince her not to use it, at least in terms of STD’s etc. I think it’s highly unlikely she got pregnant on that day by either of them.

5. Despite Jean kissing Remi, there was no one else in terms of sex after her and Jakob started dating. She was exclusive with Jakob.

6. I believe as Jean and Jakob became exclusive and things got serious, I think that’s when Jakob probably mentioned his vasectomy to Jean. It’s no secret that a lot of couples prefer to have sex without a condom, so the fact that they were a serious couple and that the vasectomy should theoretically keep them “safe” (haha), was probably enough of a reason to go au naturelle.

7. A lot of women actually get pregnant despite the man having had the vasectomy. You can find a ton of such stories, also, the doctor herself had said to Jean “stranger things have happened”. Yes, condoms can break, but if you’ve been cream-pied by your bf god knows how many times, despite the vasectomy, that’s a lot of shots. Pun intended.

8. While the timeline is not thoroughly explained, according to the story, S1 begins at the start of the school year and S2 is supposed to be around spring term. Jean gives birth on October 25th in S3, which is post-summer break. Jean is not due for 8 weeks at the time, so her due date should be sometime in December, meaning, Jean got pregnant sometime in March or early spring. (I think S1 and S2 contain some more dates to confirm this, a bill at Maeve’s trailer and some other stuff that kinda support bits of the timeframe.)

9. I highly doubt that the first season stretched from September and all the way up to the next spring, I think S2 actually started during the spring term and there was a time jump, so I personally think the sex with Dan was too far away for him to even be considered the father (of course, they can imply whatever they want, but according to logic - again, seems unlikely).

10. I think the time jump could have had Jean and Jakob dating in secret anywhere from a month to a couple of months, now, while we cannot be 100% sure of this, I still think a certain amount of time had passed in between.

11. Jean says she found out she was pregnant “quite late on”, but has also stated “I really didn’t know what I was going to do”, probably implying she still had the time to decide, this means she wasn’t pregnant for longer than 12 weeks. It is usually up until the 12th week mark where you have the time to decide to terminate the pregnancy. In my opinion, she must have found out somewhere in between 8-10 weeks, considering she called it “late”.

12. She had already broken up with Jakob when she found out, it could’ve been merely days or a good week after that, maybe more, but who knows, it does however give us about an extra week into the pregnancy and we can consider that when assuming how long they could’ve been a couple for beforehand.

13. The moment Jean found out, she was obviously surprised “but that’s impossible” and right away blurts out “but he’s had a vasectomy”. She right away thought of Jakob and has even expressed her surprise, due to his vasectomy, but it didn’t make her question if the baby might be someone else’s. Again, the doctor confirmed getting pregnant that way is not that unlikely.

14. Since Jean had already broken up with Jakob at the time and he had made it clear, that he doesn’t want to reconcile, Jean was quite free to decide about her pregnancy. If she ever doubted that the baby wasn’t Jakob’s, I see absolutely no reason why she would feel forced to keep it and turn her life upside down. I think Jean knowingly kept that baby, because she knew it was her and Jakob’s and there was the inevitable emotional attachment to it, so it would probably be hard for her to terminate the pregnancy and she even says it later on how one of the reasons was that “it just seemed fated”.

15. During the entire S3 there are too many lines that support Jean’s indeed very sure and convinced of Jakob being the father: Otis’ “mom, you have to tell him” - I’m pretty sure you don’t lie to your own son about who the father is, “you’ve impregnated me”, “I’m 48 and he’s had a vasectomy” so confirming in front of a therapist, that even to her it seemed impossible, yet, still, it happened, then the way she remained so sure when Jakob was beginning to grow doubtful “don’t be ridiculous”, agreeing to that DNA test without even a glimpse of a doubt and being completely shocked by the results later on. All of these to me are not behaviors of someone who “a part of me always knew she wasn’t his”, but quite the contrary.

16. The fact that Jean, despite loving Jakob, couldn’t even go back to confront him and has, for example, only decided to make it known that she “wanted to try again” later on at the therapist’s, just goes to show how vulnerable she felt after the heartbreak, so no wonder she waited a couple of months before even gathering the courage to tell Jakob, she was probably terrified and upon doing it, she actually tried to play it cool at first like “I only want you to be involved if it’s something that you would like”. So, I don’t think she’d go into it lightly and lie about it if she had any doubts about the paternity, just to use Jakob. Even the therapist asked her if she decided to keep the baby, because she still wanted to be with Jakob, to which she replied “absolutely not” and I really think that she’d probably rather just ghost him forever if she knew the baby wasn’t his as opposed to trapping him into being the father. Jean is the kind of person who really prefers to run away from her feelings at times like these.

If you actually managed to read the entire thing, thank you, you are a champ.

Yes, I know this fucking analysis won’t change S4 and they have made their choice, all I’m trying to say is, that I am suspicious of this all and I really think there was something about not being able to cast Mikael Persbrandt, that have made them change the story last minute, because it just felt so loose and if this was actually intended all this time, then all of these things from before simply don’t make sense. It puts their entire arc to question.

All of these are also the reason why I always believed that the DNA thing was just something to play with them some more and have never doubted Jakob being Joy’s father, not even for a moment.

#jean milburn #jakob nyman #jeankob #gillian anderson #sex education #sex education season 4 #jean x jakob #mikael persbrandt #wasting my life to analyze shit like this #god help me #yes i am vulnerable right now

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